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lots-of-pockets · 7 months

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Accidents happen

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 1891

Warnings: bed wetting? Idk.

Summary: Natasha has an accident due to how sick she is. It’s up to you to convince her there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. (Requested)

Notes: This is bordering on age regression. I don’t know if this topic is controversial, but if it is and you’re offended, please don’t read. It’s absolutely nothing detailed. Just fluff. Thank you.

You let out a soft exhale through your nose as you tenderly trail the pad of your thumb over the warm, soft skin of Natasha's cheek. The red head was laying on her side, fast asleep as hoarse, crackly breaths escape her chapped lips. She'd been sick for three days now, and it appeared as though she was no closer to getting better despite the amount of medicine she'd been taking.

It was way past the generic cold now. You knew that. Sure it had started that way. A light fever. A runny nose and cough. Nothing Natasha hadn't dealt with before and you knew for a fact had you not caught her mid sneezing fit just yesterday, she probably wouldn't have even told you she was feeling under the weather and would have toughed it out until she was better.

But that wasn't the case now.

Said cold had transpired into what you could only guess was one of the worst cases if the flu you'd ever seen. She was seriously congested. She had a pretty severe migraine and even her stomach had joined in on the fun leaving her unable to eat anything.

A particularly hoarse breath from Natasha brings you out of your thoughts, and you flicker your eyes up to see her face scrunched up in discomfort. You frown slightly as you lean forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, your hands lingering on her face for a moment longer before you decided it was best to try another tactic.

"Shhh, you're okay," you attempt to sooth as you slip your arm beneath her side and gently coax her tired body into your arms.

She was remarkably easy to direct, settling against your chest with a wet cough as her hands reach up to cling to your hoodie. She seems to instinctively wipe her dripping nose onto the material too, and though you roll your eyes fondly, you knew a tissue would be much better suited for what she was trying to do.

Reaching back, you grab a few tissues from the box on your nightstand and make quick but gentle work of ridding the snot from her nose and cupids bow.

The feeling of the rough tissue against her sore, red tinged nose has Natasha's once again rousing, a pain filled whimper escaping her lips as she hides her face against your chest in a futile attempt at getting away from whatever was hurting her.

Not wanting to further her discomfort in any way, you abandon the task just half way through and toss the now soiled tissue into the trashcan.

With a soft sigh and a gentle kiss against her hairline, you slip a hand beneath her pyjama shirt and begin trailing your fingers over the too warm skin. "All done baby, you're okay." You murmur, giving the thigh that had come to rest across your stomach a soft, comforting squeeze.

In response, Natasha’s sleeping self lets out a hoarse, heavy sigh, her grasp loosening on your shirt as she once again slips into fitful sleep. With the knowledge you would be her pillow until another sneeze or cough inevitably woke her, you grab your phone from the nightstand and decide to kill some time scrolling through social media.

Your free hand continues to absentmindedly trace over her back, up to the nape of her neck and down to just above her underwear. Natasha seems to all hit melt into you, and you all but welcome her as close as she could possibly get. Before long, she was more or less on top of you, head tucked into the crook of your neck with her legs sprawled over your own.

You can’t help but pout softly at the action, pressing your lips in a tender kiss against the top of her head.

Soon, the sun outside disappears behind the clouds signalling that it was getting late. With the knowledge that it would soon be time for Natasha’s to take some more medicine, you place your phone down and slip both hands beneath her shirt. You graze the pads if your thumbs over her sides, craning your head and pressing your lips her forehead.

“Nat? It’s time to wake up baby.” You murmur, lightly tapping the small of her back. Natasha remains still, her breath heavy against the skin of your neck.

You smile softly and reach down to give her behind a few firm pats, “Pumpkin? Wakey wakey.” You coo, affectionately grazing the tips of your fingers over the top of her underwear before bringing your hand back up to meet the other that was still resting on the middle of her back.

Natasha does no more than let out a soft whimper.

Your heart breaks at the sound, but before you could even continue trying to wake her, a sudden wetness begins seeping into the material of your pyjama bottoms. A frown of confusion slips onto your lips at the sensation, and you lift the covers slightly to see that a sudden wet spot had appeared on both your shirt and pants.

You couldn’t see the front of Natasha’s body, but you had a funny feeling that if you could, the same sight would greet you there too.

She’d had an accident.

“Oh baby…” you trail off sympathetically as you let go of the blankets, allowing them to conceal you both again as you hug her body close to you and let out a soft sigh. You didn’t know what to do.

If you woke her, you had no idea just how she’d react. This had never happened before. Why would it? Natasha was a grown woman. But she’d never been this sick before either. Could that be the reason? Could someone be so sick they could have an accident without even realising it?

Knowing you had to wake her either way, you let out a deep sigh and prepare yourself to do just that.

Keeping your hold around her tight, you adjust her legs to settle either side of your hips and sit yourself up. She was straddling you now, but you didn’t think she was completely asleep. Her hands were gripping the back of your shirt, and you could feel her eyelashes fluttering against your neck.

“Nat?” You ask tentatively, bringing a hand down to rest on the small of her back. The red head lets out a heavy sigh as she forces her eyes open, and as soon as she realises her current predicament, she freezes in your arms.

“It’s okay,” you were quick to sooth, tightening your hold around her so she didn’t bolt. “It was just an accident. Everyone has them. It’s nothing to be ashamed about I promise.”

Natasha’s shoulders begin to shake, and you feel her let out a choked sob. Despite the tears, you were thankful because you’d rather this than her bolting and shutting you out.

You nuzzle your nose into her neck and press a soft kiss to the warm skin as your hands once again slip beneath her shirt, hoping the skin on skin contact would help sooth her.

“You’re sick baby,” you murmur into her ear, “It’s not your fault. I’m not mad. Or upset. It was just an accident. They happen to everyone. You’re okay.”

Natasha sniffles as her body shudders with the force of her sobs, and you pull her just that bit closer, your own eyes burning with tears. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

It takes a little while, but soon, her sobs turn into soft sniffles, and you give her one last squeeze before placing a hand on either of her sides before attempting to ease her away from you. Natasha resists as she coughs wetly, and you quietly shush her as you pull her body back to your own.

She wasn’t ready to face you yet, and that was okay.

“Take all the time you need.” Was all you say as you secure your arms back around her waist, attempting to ignore the once warm wetness that had long gone cold against you.

You begin to hum softly as you rock her body back and forth in your arms, the corners of your lips quirking up into a smile when feel her begin to relax against you.

After a few moments, you once again attempt to ease her away from you, and this time, she allows it. Her cheeks, you notice, were red with both her fever and embarrassment, and she was seemingly unable to meet your eyes. You reach up to cup her face and place a gentle kiss to her nose.

“It’s okay pumpkin,” you murmur, smiling slightly when her hands come up to rest over your own. They were trembling slightly, and you adjust your thumbs so you could trial the pad of then over the backs of her hands.

“We don’t have to talk about it if that makes you uncomfortable. Let’s just get you cleaned up, okay?”

Natasha nods as a single tear track slips down her cheek, and you tenderly wipe it away before coaxing her chest back against own. She complies without hesitation, and you secure your other arm around the small of her back before rising to your feet and carrying her into the bathroom.

Despite the fact that slipping a hand beneath her behind would make it easier to hold her up, you refrain from doing so in fear it would only embarrass her further. Instead, you hold her as close as you possibly could to you in hopes that would be enough.

You reach behind the glass shower door to turn on the water before lightly squeezing her thigh as a silent request for her to let you go. She does, but she was still seemingly unable to meet your eyes.

With the knowledge that she may need some time to get over this, you allow her to do whatever she needed to be comfortable.

“Can I help you?” You question as you reach up to gently brush a sweaty strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“Yes please.” She pleads, her voice raspy. You press your lips against her forehead in a soft kiss before placing your hands on the bottom of her shirt and tugging it up and off of her body. Left in just her wet underwear, her cheeks flush red again, and you bend down and hook your fingers into the top before pulling them down.

She steps out of them with a trembling hand on your shoulder for balance, and you press an affectionate kiss to her hipbone before returning upright and making quick work of removing your own clothes.

Figuring that the water was now hot enough, you slip an arm around her waist to guide her in, yourself following shortly.

“There we go,” you murmur as she all but falls into your arms, arms tight around your waist and head against your chest tucked perfectly beneath your chin. You return the embrace without hesitation, cupping the back of her head and rocking her slightly back and forth.

“There we go.”

I hope you all enjoyed ♥️

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha x y/n #marvel #sick!natasha romanoff x reader #sickfic #fluff #accidents #soft natasha romanoff

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ysljoon · 8 months

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simon 'ghost' riley dom headcanons

wc: 884 warnings: fluff, smut, nsfw under the cut, dacryphilia, bondage, pussy slapping, creampies, oral (m receiving), degradation, spanking, overstimulation, creampies, aftercare, mentions of sub drop, dd/lg (?) a/n: trying to dip my toes back into smutty things it's been so long i gotta dust off the cobwebs MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Simon Riley is the sweetest dom but don’t tell anybody that shhh

He knows how to make you melt with all the pet names

His favorites are ‘angel’ and ‘sweetheart’ BUT ‘lovie’, ‘sweet girl’, and ‘pretty girl’ are in the mix too

He is such a worry wart about you!!! If you’re at work/uni he’s asking for updates and doing check ins any chance he gets when he’s not deployed out on a mission

When he’s with you he’s always has an arm around your waist and keeping him close by so nobody or anything can get to you

He’s a firm believer that you’re his princess so you do NO CHORES around the house

It’s absolutely banned that you lift a finger at home so your only responsibility is to listen to him

He even loves to pick out your outfits (bro is such a cutie patootie)

If the weather permits most outfits entail skirts and thigh highs it’s his favorite combo

If you’ve had a bad day he has you smothered in blankets and just doting on you bringing you snacks and putting on your favorite show/movie and cooking you your favorite meal

He’s not much of a baker so he will probably DoorDash you a sweet treat (also because he can't bear to leave you by yourself when you’re upset)

If he’s having a bad day he just needs snuggles from you

Y'all are glued to the bed with your bodies flush against each other the whole day

He probably won’t say much either besides some grumbling when you get up to use the bathroom

He’s such a softie when you give him lil kisses he likes little pecks on the cheek and nose

He finds it so cute when you ask him to stoop down so you can give him a forehead kiss

He definitely prefers giving kisses to his babygirl instead tho

Mr. Riley is a sucker for giving you hickeys I don’t make the rules

He loves putting them in the places where everyone can see so everyone knows that you’re claimed

It’s a pain in the ass for you though, sorry

THIS MAN JUST LOVES CLAIMING YOU

He adores the sight of you in a collar in the bedroom with you on your knees

Seeing you with tears brimming your lower lash line when you’re begging for him to touch you in some way for relief has him painfully hard in his pants

He’ll of course have a leash attached so he can pull you closer by having you crawl in between his legs

He’s a throat fucker he can’t get enough seeing and hearing you choke on his cock

He loves seeing your spit dribble down your chin and tears running down your flushed cheeks while he’s using your mouth to get off

He doesn’t love the idea of degradation but he will call you the occasional ‘dumb slut’ or ‘cock slut’ it’s just what you are tho :3

Definitely spits on your pussy to lube it up before he fingers you

He isn’t super rough when he fingers you but is ADDICTED to slapping your pussy

He loves seeing it get so puffy the longer he plays with your pussy

Speaking of slapping if you’re bratty his favorite punishment is spankings

When you’re getting spanked he doesn’t let up until you’re squirming and sniffling

Once he believes you’ve learned your lesson and have apologized for your behavior he gives you soothing rubs with cream and kisses on each of your cheeks

Simon likes using restraints of some kinds (handcuffs, ropes, etc) and laughs when he sees you get impatient when he teases you with his tip right at your slit and clit

An avid enjoyer of doggystyle and missionary

He doesn’t mind choking but will only do it for you when you beg and beg hard

An overstimulation king fr

By the time y'all are both done he’s came at least 2-3 times

They’re definitely all crempies too (he loves the occasional money shot, and tries his hardest to avoid your eyes)

Lord knows how many times you have tho you’re definitely seeing stars

He has aftercare down to a science!! That man is so gentle you would never believe he kills people for his line of work

You’re somewhat prone to sub drop so Simon takes extra care of you

He’s very tender when he cleans you up and when he runs a bath he bridal style carries you

He’ll wrap you in the fluffiest and softest robe and place fluffy socks on you too to protect your feet from the cold floor

He’ll bring both a bottle of water and juice for you to drink and even has a snack/candy stash in his nightstand drawer

He’ll feed it to you while you’re situated with you sitting in between his legs with your back against his chest

He usually will play some calming music in the background for you instead of the TV because it can be overstimulating for you

You usually fall asleep in minutes just listening to the low timbre of his voice humming along with the music

He’ll reposition you so you’re the little spoon and will place a loving lil smooch on your temple wishing you goodnight

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost headcanons #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #cod headcanons #cod mw2

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konigenblobbity · 9 months

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Drabble: Hobie Finds Out He Likes Being Choked

Hobie Brown x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, riding, mutual orgasm, p in v, tits, mention of bondage, choking ofc

A/n: Kindaaa similar to the Hobie with a Leash one but I wanted to post something :p Still on vacation at the moment

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Hobie has always been in love with watching you ride him, whether he ordered you to and guided you through it, or you wanted to take charge and became more dominant.

In this case you wanted to be more dominant, riding Hobie with your hands braced on his shoulders to help you while his hands were tied to the headboard. His eyes never left you once, not even daring to blink at fear of missing the sight in front of him.

The way your head was tilted back meaning he could only imagine the way your eyes were rolling back and how your lips were probably parted slightly to allow your moans to flow past effortlessly. He wouldn’t complain though, more than happy to watching your tits bounce instead, or how his cock disappeared repeatedly into your cunt.

Just like all the other times you ride him, he can hear your shaky breathing, see how your back arches, how your movements become more inconsistent, how you begin to grind more to make up for your soreness… all tell tale signs you were close.

Since his hands were tied back he couldn’t help much, deciding to grind his hips up slightly to help you in your efforts. Through soft moans he began to shower you with encouragement, wanting to help you fall over that edge.

“I can tell you’re close love. Don’t stop, I wanna feel you shake on top of me” he’d say, his own voice shaky. “Even with your thighs sore you don’t stop~ It feels too good doesn’t it? How my cock presses against your walls just how you like it” the whole time his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

You didn’t respond, only able to moan out softly and occasionally tremble from the pleasure. “Cmon love, tell me how I can help” you’d just whine at those words, why he thought you could answer him lost on you. “What should I do hm?” He repeated, waiting for a response. It was so sweet how he was trying to help but your tongue was numb.

You didn’t even try to respond, focusing only on the movement of your hips, the way his cock pressed against your g-stop over and over, how when your hips met his- “Cmon love, tell me.” He’d say again and your brows furrow.

Unable to speak and his questions dragging your attention away from what you desperately chased. What you desperately needed. Much to your dismay, Hobie goes to speak again “Should I-“

Without thought you did something you’ve never done before, something he definitely didn’t expect.

Suddenly your hands moved from his shoulders to his neck, silencing him instantly with your grasp. You tilted your head forward again and met his eyes with a half-lidded yet somehow pointed look. “Shhh. H-Hobie, just shush” you mumbled. It was both demanding and pleading.

He was frozen, but as he felt your fingers gently pressed against the sides of his neck he nodded… completely speechless. You’ve been dominant before, but never like this. It unnerved him how much he liked it. He could feel how the pressure from your hands against his neck sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.

You felt how Hobie throbbed inside you, the head of his cock managing to abuse the spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Practically throwing you off the edge of ecstasy.

He watched how your head fell back again, your walls clenched down tight around him. He could feel how your hands gripped his throat tighter when you came. Their grasp not suffocating but restricting enough to have him taking deep inhales. He was falling apart beneath you.

The feeling enough to thrown him over the edge abruptly. His head fell back onto the bed and his hands gripped at the belt holding his wrists to the headboard. “F-fuck… yes, god thats-“ a low groan breaks apart his words, unable to finish his statement.

You continued to grind your hips, no longer bouncing up and down. His hips did the same, both of you riding out your highs. Your head still thrown back and moaning again softly at the warm feeling of Hobie cumming deep inside you while you continued to drain him with your pulsing walls.

Once you both recovered from your post-orgasmic haze your bodies naturally relaxed. Your hands loosening around his neck and he whimpers softly at the feeling. You tilt your head to look down at him and then finally registered what you did.

The red marks on his neck weren’t very dark or apparent, but you could clearly see where your nails dug into the skin of his neck. “S-shit Hobie! I’m sorry, I-I didn’t realize” you say, letting go of his neck entirely, gently cupping his cheek with one hand to tilt his head to the side for a better look at his neck.

He watched your movements and expression of concern with amusement; half-lidded eyes and a lazy smirk on his lips. “Can you untie me?” He asks softly and you immediately reach your hands up. “Y-yeah of course! I-I really am sorry, I feel awful Hobie, I should’ve been more careful” you begin to ramble.

The second his hands are untied, you place your hands on his chest and go to move off of him but his hands immediately grip your hips like a vice “Don’t move. And don’t you dare apologize love…” his voice slightly raspy but still the low baritone it usually was. You look back up into his eyes, not seeing any pain or regret in them.

“I loved it…” you blushed at his words, there wasn’t an ounce of sarcasm or teasing in them. In your shock you only manage to stutter out a soft “r-really?”. When he nods, you can’t help but bite your bottom lip.

You’d be lying if you said you hated doing it to him. He placed a hand on top of one of yours, pulling it up to his lips before placing a tender kiss on your palm.

“Feeling these soft hands against my throat… fuck love the things you do to me” he groans out and moves your hand back down to his throat. You sit in silence, completely taken aback by this discovery. Hobie smirks at your state of shock and decides to use it against you.

“You’re so cute when you get all flustered…” he mumbles teasingly. His other hand reaches up and gently grabs your throat, pulling your face down closer to his own. You didn’t even fight back, at his bold action you instinctively gripped his throat with your hand.

“Fuck… just like that” When he groans lowly you blush, “What? Didn’t think I was boring did you?” He mocked and you chuckled at his teasing and then lightly shook your head adding “Not at all…”

“Good” he leans up and kisses your lips softly. Unable to contain your smile as he did. He gives your throat a quick squeeze and he can hear how your breath hitches “Guess we have one more thing in common now...”

Small note: being vanilla or not liking this type of stuff doesn’t make you boring. Whatever gets your rocks off ;)

#konigenblobbity #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie atsv #hobie x reader #fanfic #astv hobie #Hobie brown Drabble #across the spiderverse fanfic #across the spiderverse Drabble #across the spiderverse hobie

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bratzforchris · 2 months

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requesting part two of "in sickness and in health"

or something similar where johnnie has POTS bc i have POTS

I'll Look After You

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Summary: In which Johnnie has POTS and you help him out where needed<3

Pairing: Johnnie x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Thank you for the request, Khris! I myself do not have POTS, so please let me know if this is inaccurate in any way :)

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“Baby?” Johnnie asked quietly, poking his head into your shared music room, where you were quietly strumming your guitar.

“Hey baby!” You smiled happily, looking up. “What’s up?”

“Can you, um, help me shower?” your fiancé asked, looking down at his feet as he stood one on top of the other.

To anyone else, it would sound a bit weird, especially because Johnnie was a grown adult, but to you two, it was totally normal. You see, Johnnie had POTS, which made him prone to fainting, especially in warmer areas, like the shower. You really wished that your bathroom and shower was big enough to have a bench or shower chair, but until you were able to move to a bigger house, you had both figured it would be better to be a little embarrassed and safe, rather than Johnnie getting hurt.

“Of course, baby. Come on.” You smiled kindly, standing up and kissing Johnnie’s cheek.

Johnnie trudged towards the bathroom sadly. He absolutely hated showering because it made him feel lightheaded and sick, but he knew it needed to be done. He’d been putting it off for a few days now, and by this point, his hair was beyond greasy, caked with hairspray. Your fiancé turned on the shower before sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, trying to take deep breaths.

“Don't worry, love. I’ll be right here the whole time. Just get in and wash your hair and your body then you can get out. You can shave at the sink.” You said gently.

You slowly helped Johnnie undress, letting the lanky boy hold onto your shoulders so he didn’t get dizzy. You could feel your heart breaking as you heard Johnnie take a shaky breath as he stepped into the shower.

“You okay, babe?” You asked softly.

“Mhm,” Johnnie mumbled as he began to run the loofah over his tattooed body. “Just anxious.”

“That’s okay, buddy. Just take your time and sit down as needed.”

It all happened so quickly. One moment, Johnnie was shampooing his hair and getting ready to get out, and the next, you heard a large bump in the shower. You immediately sprung into action, turning off the water and pulling the shower curtain back.

Johnnie had fainted. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for the boy, but it scared you and him every time. He whimpered, hand immediately going to his head. “My head…” he groaned. “I hit it.”

“Oh bubba,” You cooed softly. “I know, sweetie. Sit up slowly so you don’t get lightheaded.”

Your lover went to do as told until he pulled his hand back from his hair and saw blood. “I’m bleeding!” he said worriedly, tears pooling in his eyes.

“Shhh, you’re okay, hun. Let’s not panic, sweetheart.” You said comfortingly.

You slowly helped Johnnie sit up and began to observe his wound. It was bad, but not so much that he needed to go to the ER. It was just bleeding lots because it was a head wound.

“It’s not too bad, honey. It’ll probably be sore, but you won’t need stitches.” You whispered, kissing his forehead

Johnnie tried to smile at that, but he just felt so terrible. You were a great nurse and wonderful at comforting, which made his heart swell with love for you. You slowly turned on the handheld shower sprayer and began to rinse down Johnnie’s blood that was pooling in the tub, followed by the shampoo and blood out of his hair.

“Just sit there, baby. I’m gonna get a washcloth to use as a compress on your head.” You instructed.

Johnnie barely nodded, leaning up against the walls of the shower. He felt absolutely awful. He shakily put a hand to his chest, feeling the pain in his chest and his heart palpitations. On top of all his other symptoms, he had a bit of a headache and felt rather nauseous. Not to mention the pain from where he fell and hit his head.

You came back with the cool washcloth and began to hold it to Johnnie’s wound, looking down to keep an eye on him. “Still with me, babe?”

Johnnie made a hum of approval, leaning into your touch. “‘M tired.”

“I know, bubba. Your head has stopped bleeding,” You smiled. “Whenever you’re ready we can get you out and into some warm clothes and in bed.”

“I wanna get out.” Johnnie was on the verge of tears, a mixture of pain and the embarrassment of sitting naked in the tub with his finaceé standing over him.

“Okay, lovely. Grab the rail and I’ll help you stand up.” You instructed.

He shakily grabbed the shower rail, trying to take deep breaths. “You-you’ll hold me, right?”

You nodded, grabbing Johnnie’s hand. “Stand up slowly, bubba. Take all the time you need.”

Johnnie stood up quite slowly, but whimpered all the same. “Heart’s beatin’ fast.”

“I know, honey, I know. Take some deep breaths.”

He did as you said, steadying himself against the wall and breathing slowly with his eyes closed. You felt beyond bad for your love. It absolutely killed you to see Johnnie in pain every day because of this condition.

“I’m ready now.” Johnnie whispered.

You slowly helped him step out of the shower and towel off. By the time you had gotten him dried off and into his pajamas, Johnnie was practically asleep against your shoulder.

“Let’s go lay down, buddy. You need a lot of rest.” You whispered in his ear.

“Carry me?” Johnnie mumbled, eyes closed as he laid his head on your shoulder.

Luckily, you and Johnnie didn’t have an immense height difference, and he wasn’t very heavy, so you could carry him short distances.

“Oh, fine,” You fake-huffed, hoisting Johnnie up under his bum and onto your hip. “You big baby.”

Johnnie giggled softly, breathing in your familiar scent. “You love me.”

“I do,” You smiled, laying Johnnie down in bed and tucking him in with a soft kiss. “I’m gonna go grab you some water and a snack, okay? You just lay here and rest.”

Johnnie nodded, snuggling into his pillow. “Mhm.”

By the time you returned to the bedroom with a granola bar and a bottle of water, Johnnie was fast asleep, snuggled under the covers and clutching his stuffed animal to his chest. You figured you’d let it slide for now, knowing he needed the rest. And so, you gave your lover a kiss on the forehead and then snuggled up beside him.

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mochamamii · 6 months

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yandere!nct: you try to unalive yourself.

▹ a/n: hello loves, I can’t remember if I’ve written something like this before but I wanted write something a little darker today but soon I will force myself to write some fluff I promise lol.

▹ pairing: yandere!nct x reader

▹ triggers: self-harm, readers attempts to unalive themselves, kidnapping, forced relationships

▹ warning!: I can’t stress enough how triggering this might be, I get descriptive at certain parts and I strongly urge you to consider whether this is something you want to read, this is dark and not my normal writing. please prioritize your own well-being and do not read this if it will influence you in anyway, I have lots of other lighter reads 💕

Taeil won’t let it get this far. Taeil loves you deeply and wants only the best for you no matter how demented it appears to others. He dotes on, and nurtures you like his life depends on it, carefully crafting your meals and your routine to keep your mind and body healthy. If something like this were about to happen, he would be able to foresee your declining mental state and hopefully prevent any attempts. Taeil would do everything in his power to keep you safe and he’d do his best to make you as comfortable as possible. He’d even consider letting you go if it meant saving your life.

“How could you do this to yourself? Don’t I take care of you well?”

Johnny is always calm and collected, even when he’s pissed off, a stranger wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, he always keeps the same mask on, never giving you any idea of what he’s thinking inside his head. Until now that is…He comes home to find you on the bathroom floor. At first he thought you must’ve slipped, hitting your head and knocking yourself out in the process, not that it had been done intentionally. Johnny is at a loss of what to do, it’s one of the few times he’s not sure what to say or do to fix this. He usually has a witty comeback to lighten the mood but he knows now isn’t the time. He helps fix you up, cleans the wound on your head, and tucks you in bed. Anytime you part your lips to speak he’ll shush you. The two of you will probably sit in silence for a while until he can figure out how to address this.

“It’s okay, shhh…Just rest, save your energy. We’ll talk about it later.”

Taeyong is an angry mix of emotions. He’s known for at least a week now that you somehow managed to obtain poison. He theorized that you must’ve used cleaning supplies to mix a cocktail of chemicals, he found you hiding your stash under the bathroom sink. He assumed your plan was to use it on him, simply out of curiousity and amusement he wanted to see if you were actually capable of trying to kill him so he didn’t address it. He wanted to see how far you’d go to leave him. He waited and waited, but he never noticed anything different. He already had cameras installed in your shared apartment to watch you while he was away, he hoped to find you tampering with his food in a botched attempt to poison him. But still, nothing ever came of it. Until suddenly, you were the one who fell sick. His worry turned to anger as he arrived home one night to find you on the floor of the bathroom, the mixture of poison lying next to you.

“Are you insane? What were you trying to do, kill yourself? Do you think that will work, because I promise you, nothing…not even life itself will keep me from you. Don’t ever do something stupid like this again.”

Yuta feels remorse. It’s one of the few and probably only times Yuta will ever feel this way. Out of everyone, Yuta is one of the most intense and dangerous yandere’s, but he still loves you in his own twisted way. He likes to push your buttons and torture you a little but he’d never kill you…probably. For Yuta, part of the fun is seeing how badly you want to live, how badly you want for him to release you and return to your old life. When he arrives home to find you on the floor, a dark crimson pool of blood surrounding you he panics, all the color draining from his face as he sees your barely conscious body. He’ll clean you up, bandaging your wounds, he’ll monitor you for a few days wondering if he should take you to a hospital. In those few days as he waits to see if your condition worsens he’ll be super gentle, much more gentle with you than he’s ever been. His hands will run over all the old scarred skin where he’s cut you in different places before, a deep pang in his chest screaming at him for doing that to you. He’ll be soft with you, but he can’t help but still poke fun at you in an attempt to get you to talk to him.

“Hey, couldn’t you wait for me? At least I know when to stop, clearly you’re still an amateur…You could’ve really hurt yourself. What would I do then, huh?”

Doyoung is angry. At you, but mostly himself. He likes to believe that he knows you better than you know yourself. To come home and find you in the middle of attempting to harm yourself he will realize just how little he truly knows about you and your condition. Initially the only emotion he can really process is anger, the thought of coming home a second too late and losing you enraged him. Even while angry, he was solid as rock, never giving you much of a clue about what he was thinking. He will carefully nurse you back to health, never leaving your side not even for a second. Once you begin to recover he will experience heartbreak and grief over what could’ve happened. Doyoung won’t address the incident much and will from then on refer to it as the ‘incident’ he wants to pretend that it never happened. He’s a stubborn man and his behavior towards you might not change much, if anything he gives you less freedom, afraid to let you leave his side.

“Never do that again. Hate me. Hate me all you want to, but never do that again. Please.”

Jungwoo is distraught after finding you in such a state. He’s in disbelief and this is a rare occasion in which he is truly afraid. Afraid of what could’ve happened to you and what might happen again in the future if he’s not careful. It flips a switch in him and forces him to realize something that he cannot shake. That he might not just need to protect you from the world but from your own self too. He becomes distrustful of you, scared and afraid that you might try to hurt yourself again. There’s no amount of convincing or promises in the world that will put his mind at ease. This fear will drive him to act irrationally, he’s not above strapping you to a bed all day while he’s gone if it means keeping you safe. In his mind you forced him to take these measures to keep you safe.

“You know why I have to keep you locked up like this don’t you baby? I can’t risk you doing something like that again, what would I do without you?”

Mark is shocked. He never expected it, he doesn’t necessarily make your mental health a priority for him. He knows you probably hate him and that you’d do nearly anything to get away from him. He just never thought unaliving yourself would be on the table for you. In fact, he probably expected you to try and kill him before you ever tried to hurt yourself. He will feel shameful and for the first time a little guilty about taking you. I don’t see him ever letting you go but he might be willing to talk and see what changes can be made to make you more ‘comfortable’ in your new life.

“Don’t punish yourself for the decision I made. If you wanted to kill someone it should’ve been me. Not you, never you.”

Haechan’s response might come off as cold and heartless. That’s only half true. Initially he might try and make himself believe that it wasn’t you who did it to yourself but that an intruder broke in and attacked you. When he realizes what you tried to do he knows that nothing he will say will comfort you or inspire you to never do it again. You hate him, so much that you’d rather die than be stuck with him another second. What could he possibly say to change your mind? His approach is a little brazen and risky but he wants to test your will to live. How badly did you truly want to be free of him? He used the only thing he knows for sure works in keeping you in check. Fear. Your fear of him and what he might do.

“What? It’s okay for you to go around taking lives but I can’t?” He asks with a quizzical expression as he holds a knife to your former friend’s throat, his icy eyes piercing into yours.

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endofthelinexx · 1 month

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Roses and Flame | 10

Pairing: Female!Driver!Horner!Reader x Toto Wolff

TW: Language, smut, oral(receiving), fingering, Toto being hot, everything is consensual

Rating: Mature, 18+

AN: OMGGG IM BACKK! So much crazy stuff has happened in my life, I've just been so busy, but when I happened to check my Tumblr I saw how many of you wanted this story to continue. It made me so happy so of course I had to come back. comment to be added to the taglist!

Word count: 3.9k

Mini Summary: Collins Horner is the eldest of Christian and Geri’s children. She has been raised to be the fastest female racer Motorsport has ever seen and to despise Mercedes while doing it. But what happens when her world turns upside down?

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it, and claiming it as your own.

The next morning you woke up to the smell of bacon and the absence of Toto’s warmth. The feeling of your slightly messy hair made your cheeks warm up from embarrassment, wondering if you could fix it before he found you out of bed, you got up and snuck into the bathroom before you started desperately looking for a hair brush.

Trying to be quiet while throwing open drawers and cabinets was not easy but you were doing your best. There was no hairbrush to be found, you sigh and try to start fixing your hair with your fingers. You were interrupted by quiet laughter, turning around you saw Toto standing there with breakfast.

“I’m going to go ahead and assume your hangover is gone?” He laughed a little.

“I was just trying to fix my hair, but yes the headache is finally gone,” you looked at the plate and pointed, “is that for me?

He nodded, “Come lay back down so you can eat it in bed as I intended.”

Something was kinda hot about him telling you what to do, of course, you weren’t going to give up your stubborn tendencies, you were Christian’s daughter of course.

“Hmmm.. Make me.” You grinned mischievously.

He stared at you for a second, “Fine, I’ll just eat your portion too.”

“Wait! No, I was kidding,” you quickly ran past him and hopped back in bed.

He laughed and followed you, giving you your plate before going to get his own and taking his place next to you. When he came back in you took a minute longer to take in his appearance, he was wearing slacks and a wife beater, and he looked like a god. The things you wanted this man to do to you, your face got red once again, but this time he was there to notice.

“What are you blushing over there about?”

“Oh, nothing... I’m just thinking about something.” ‘Of course, he had to notice’ you thought.

“Mhmm.” He smiled and went back to eating.

You both spoke as you ate, when you were both done he took the plates and came back. You eagerly motioned for him to get back in bed, which he did. Almost immediately you crawled onto him, straddling his lap, putting your hands on his chest. You felt the toned muscles as you moved your hands down, he watched you intently. You opened your mouth to say something to him, but he grabbed your messy hair and pulled you in for a kiss. A squeak from shock replaced the words that you were going to say and you felt him smile in the kiss as it got more passionate. Both of you breathing heavily, his hands moving to your thighs, as they moved higher you pulled away.

“We need to wait a little, remember?”

He nodded, “I’m sorry, I can’t help it when you look at me like that.”

Now that you weren’t kissing you could feel his bulge pressing through his clothes on your inner thigh, it was like your skin was on fire.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, eyes wide. “I should move.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, moving his hands to your hips and guiding you to grind on him, you let out a moan as he let out a low grumble.

You ignored all of the voices in your head begging for more, getting off of him, mumbling, “I should probably go home.”

“I shouldn’t have done that,” He began to apologize, but you cut him off.

“Please don’t be sorry, it was really hot, that’s why I should go before things get a little out of hand, it just makes me nervous because of my dad and everything.” You spoke as he nodded in understanding.

“I get it, I have a business meeting I need to leave soon for anyway,” he smiled, “you might’ve made me late if you didn't get up.”

You laughed before realising the only clothes you had were the ones you got here in, and you definitely couldn’t wear Toto’s clothes. Immediately Pierre popped into your head, “I think I’m going to stop by Pierre’s to get some clothes.”

“You better hurry then, I heard they have a team meeting soon as well.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of urgency, giving him a quick kiss, “I’ll see you later!”

Hopping out of bed, you grabbed your clothes that were still on the floor in his closet and booked it out the door, hurrying to Pierre’s so no one would see you. When you got there you started banging on the door before a half-naked Pierre opened it.

“Collins?-”

Immediately covering your eyes, you spoke, “Do not ask me any questions, do you have any clothes a girl might’ve left here?”

“Umm, yeah, you want to come in?”

You nodded, pushing past him, “could you put some clothes on as well?”

“You realize you're wearing a t-shirt, no bra and from what I can assume no pants either?”

“I’m wearing men's boxers”, you pulled up your shirt to show them.

He looked, still confused as well as in disbelief, “Are those Ralph Lauren boxers? Who did you sleep with last night that would wear Ralph Lauren boxers?”

“I said no questions, and no one you would know, almost every man that lives here would wear RL boxers.”

“More like every old man maybe.”

“He’s not that old,” you mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing, clothes please.” You put a fake smile on your face.

“There’s a box of women's miscellaneous items in my closet, don’t take any bras or underwear, they are mementoes.”

“Ew, but okay.”

You went into his room and started digging through said box, finding a cute sundress, and quickly slipping that on, “Thanks!” You gave him a high five and left.

When you got back to Lewis’, your father was sitting on the couch, “Oh fuck.”

He looked over, looking disappointed, “Collie, we need to have a discussion.”

“Where’s everyone else?”

“Upstairs, come sit.”

You nodded and moved over to sit in a chair, “what’s up Dad?”

“When this season started I didn’t figure this was something I would need to tell you, I thought it was pretty clear. You can be friends with whoever you want, I don’t mind, but you absolutely cannot fuck around with my drivers.”

“Excuse me? I didn’t ‘fuck around’ with anyone, if this is about Checo he stayed here because he was upset with his wife who to my understanding is cheating on him. He practically forced his way into sleeping in my room with me, he had hundreds of excuses as to why he couldn’t sleep on the couch or stay with Max. If you need to have a conversation with anyone it’s him.” You huffed.

“I already did, but I just figured I would relay the message, where have you been anyway?”

“A cafe, do you mind going now, Audrey and I were going to go to the beach when I got back.”

He nodded, “I’ll see you at the practice race this weekend.”

He left after that and you went upstairs, “no warning?”

“He just got here.” Audrey shrugged

“Okay, I’m gonna shower and then beach,” you gave them a thumbs up and went back downstairs.

Toto was busy for the rest of the week, so he didn’t have time for many more dates and you were having a blast shopping and at the beach. Of course, it was sunny out, at least up until race weekend and it was on and off raining most of the time. Sunday quickly rolled around. You started in 4th, which has been your best starting position yet, you had a good chance at this race. There were several red flags at the beginning of the race due to the rain but finally, after 45 minutes it had cleared up. You ran a great race, getting up to second place, right in between Charles and Carlos. Just as the Ferrari team messed up their strategy you took first, knowing for sure Charles was yelling at his team over the speaker.

“You’re doing a great job, Collins.” You heard Micheal through your radio followed by your strategist Paul.

“Carlos is hot on your tail, you might want to quicken up the pace, but be safe.”

You nodded to yourself, “How many seconds behind?”

“0.432.”

You kicked it into high gear, focusing on trying to create a larger gap between you and Sainz. 32 laps in, Mick Schumacher hit the barrier, causing a red flag for repairs to the wall. Micheal understandably took a step away from the team to go check on his son, luckily all was well. It was a crazy crash, probably could’ve been fatal so it was a miracle he was alright. After clean-up was done, the race continued, Carlos hot on your tail, followed by Checo. The laps carried on, but the race was drawing to a close. Lap 50, Carlos tried to pass you many times, but you got away. 20 Laps later you saw the checkered flag, crossing the finish line to gain your first win. The rush of extreme happiness filled your body, you could scream. You saw your team cheering for you as you passed the pits.

“Oh my god!” You yelled over the radio. Pulling up to the large 1st sign and parking, quickly jumping out and raising your hands, you jumped off the car and ran to hug Micheal and the rest of your team, taking off your helmet. You headed over to get weighed, and you then waited for your turn to be interviewed. Finally, it was your turn, you stepped up, taking the microphone from Carlos, a smile on your face.

“What a great race Collins! What is going through your mind right now?”

“So many things, I just can’t believe I’m standing here right now.” The smile ceased to fade away, looking over you made eye contact with Toto who gave you a discreet thumbs up.

“How does it feel to not only bring home the first win for Porsche but be the first woman to win a Grand Prix, especially at such a historical track like Monaco?”

“It’s the best feeling I could ever imagine, I just want to thank my team for making such an amazing car and allowing me to be here. I want to be the woman that all the girls in go-karting can look up to with pride knowing they belong in this sport, and it makes me so happy that just standing here right now, knowing I’m making girls feel like they belong as I speak.”

“One more question, how do you think you’re going to celebrate this first victory?”

“I’m going to have so much fun with my friends tonight, and I really can’t wait to hug my mom,” you laughed, waving at her.

“Well congratulations, go have a fun celebration on the podium!’

“I will! Thank you!” You smiled and went into the cool-down room, immediately hugging Carlos.

“You did so good,” he smiled and hugged you back.

You laughed, “Hey, you almost got me there in the end.”

“It’s too bad I didn’t,” he laughed.

After a little bit of talking, you were directed to the podium, a smile still on your face as you took the spot of first. They started handing out the trophies, you got yours last, holding it up in the air to hear everyone cheering, and you held back tears. They played the British national anthem and you couldn’t help but tear up to the song, just so proud of yourself for this accomplishment. Carlos playfully swatted you with his hat when the song ended. Then it was time for the champagne, without hesitation you hit the bottle on the ground, immediately spraying Micheal as the two boys sprayed you. Of course, you got them back before drinking a little bit of what was left in the bottle, holding it up in the air, causing everyone to cheer once again.

A little bit after, you had just gotten out of the shower in your room in the Porsche paddock. That champagne got sticky fast, you’ve never been so desperate to dodge all of the journalists in your life. You wrapped yourself up in your towel and stepped out of the bathroom to see Toto Wolff sitting on the couch of your private room.

You let out a gasp, “how did you get in here?”

“The door,” he spoke, turning to look at you, smiling. “Congratulations Schatzi, that’s a big win you know.”

You giggled, all giddy, “Yes I do!”

You almost jumped into his arms before he could even get off the couch, he laughed before you kissed him, and when you pulled away he spoke, “Technically I’m supposed to be upset because Lewis or George didn’t win, but it was difficult for me to hide my smile in the pits as I watched you overtake Checo, hopefully, they didn’t catch that on camera.”

Grinning, you replied, “I’m glad my win could bring you some joy.”

“Of course,” he looked at you, “you’re so beautiful.”

You smiled, blushing and glancing over the door which you realized he had locked when he came in. You knew people were waiting for you, your mother and siblings, the team, and your makeup artist, but maybe they could wait for just a moment. You moved to pull him into another kiss, he wrapped his arms around you, and you quickly snaked your hand behind his head to run your fingers through his hair. This kiss was different than the ones in the past, causing Toto to pull away and look up at you with dark eyes full of want and need.

“What do you want, Schatzi?” he whispered.

You let go of your towel, letting it slowly fall, “I still want to wait and have sex with you, but I think a little playing around wouldn’t hurt?”

“There are people out there waiting for you,” he breathed, watching as the towel fell from your body, revealing all that he had imagined.

You crossed your arms playfully, covering your breasts that he didn’t seem to be able to look away from, “well isn’t this what the guys do when they win, I want the whole experience.”

“Mmm, I see, so you want me to eat you out then?” He spoke, looking back up at you. Your face got red, you were super confident just a second ago, but the act was over.

“Why that specifically?” You managed to get out

He smiled, “Well the boys normally get to get a quickie in, of course, you understandably aren’t ready to do that with me yet, so oral is the second best thing.” As he spoke he moved you to lay down on the couch comfortably, grabbing a throw pillow to put behind your head, this had to be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He ran his hands over your exposed body like he was memorizing it, you could cry out already and he hadn’t even gotten to the main event. He grabbed your legs, about to push them up when you stopped him.

“Wait, one more kiss please,” you asked, and quickly he was over the top of you, pressing a kiss to your lips, you wrapped your bare legs around his clothed hips, feeling his hard-on pressed up against you through his slacks causing you to gasp.

“You’re going to have to be a little quieter so they don’t know I’m in here,” he whispered and you nodded as he went back down to his previous position, he moved back to lift your legs to rest on his shoulders and you let out another small gasp when you felt the cold air hit your pussy. “Oh my god you’re absolutely beautiful,” he spoke quietly, almost to himself as he looked at you, “so wet for me already and I’ve barely even touched you.”

You let out a whine as he lightly ran his finger over your clit, before moving to tease your hole, covering his finger in your juices. Your body has never been so tense with want, your arousal growing. A moan escaped your mouth as he slowly slipped his finger inside you, looking up to see your reaction. He grinned and lowered his head, slowly licking your clit as he pulled his finger out, you covered your mouth with one of your hands as you moaned. He lifted his head back up to look at you once again.

“Don’t stop, please,” you whined, sitting up a little to make eye contact with him. After about a second of eye contact, a grin appeared on his face as he pushed his finger back inside you, your head fell back, going to cover your mouth again. He lowered his head back, tongue flicking your clit, causing you to arch into his mouth. A moan muffled by your hand managed to slip out of your mouth as he continued to pump his finger in and out of you as he ate you out. This had to be the best head you’ve ever received, you didn’t think it could get any better until he slipped in another finger.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, your free hand grabbing his hair. You could feel your orgasm brewing already, ‘that’s embarrassingly fast’ you thought to yourself, but your thoughts were cut off when he pulled his fingers out, quick to replace them with his tongue.

“Oh Toto,” you moaned loudly, unable to stop yourself. At this point you didn’t care if anyone heard, you were so overcome by the feeling of pleasure. He didn’t seem to care either because he didn’t stop, your orgasm building fast. “I’m so close,” you whined as he pressed his thumb to your clit, applying pressure as he fucked you with his tongue. Your thighs tightened around his head as you reached your climax, moaning and breathing heavily as you came. Your body almost instantly relaxed and he sat up, sweat on his forehead, and a smile on his face.

“So much for being quiet Schatzi,” he spoke, clearly proud of himself.

You swatted at him, “Oh hush!”

He laughed and leaned forward to kiss you, you could taste yourself on his tongue. He pulled away and grabbed your towel, wiping his mouth off, “you were delicious.” He moved to clean you up, and you felt warm on the inside, loving how gentle he was with you after.

“That was so good,” you sat up when he was done wiping up the mess he made, and you moved to undo his belt.

“Mmm, what are you doing baby?” He grabbed your wrist and you looked up at him.

“I need to see it and then I need it in my mouth,” you spoke like it was obvious.

He smiled, “I see, well, you know we don’t have enough time for that, I’m sure you have plenty of people waiting on you.”

You huffed, standing up and going to grab a clean towel, “You’re right, my makeup artist is right outside I’m sure. How are you going to leave?”

“I’m sure everyone will be out of here the second you are, I don’t mind waiting, I brought my book actually.” He picked it up off a side table and you smiled.

“Okay, be careful when you leave.” You kissed him before walking out of the room.

Your eyes immediately meet Florence, your publicist, then immediately shoot to Ellie-Mae, your makeup artist, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh no,” Florence put her face in her hands.

You looked at her then back to Ellie-Mae, “what?”

“We might’ve heard a little.”

“Who’s in there, is it just like a random or do I need to prepare myself for some big leaked story?” Florence looked at you, you could tell she was clearly concerned as you sat in the makeup chair. ‘At least they didn’t hear me moan his name,’ you thought.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it Flo, we can talk about it later if we need to.” You spoke and she nodded.

“Well congrats, on the race, not your private post-celebration,” Ellie laughed and you joined her.

After you got your hair and makeup done you got dressed in your cute little Porsche uniform and stepped outside to see your family, immediately going to hug your mother.

“I’m so proud of you Collie!” She hugged you tight, you almost immediately started crying, you were so happy.

“Well don’t cry now, you just got your makeup done,” your dad teased and you let go of your mother and went to hug him. You butted heads a lot, but you know it was because he really cared about you.

The rest of the evening, you did some interviews, and clearly Toto got out fine cause you saw him talking to Lewis in front of the Mercedes building, you couldn’t help but grin at least until you saw Tayla walk up to them, saying something and putting her hand on his arm. This is when being secretive stung, you wanted to walk up so bad, that bitch drove you crazy. Florence stood next to you and saw where you were looking, you figured she could help you out and it probably wouldn’t hurt to give her a hint of what was going on.

“Flo, can you go get someone to do something about that for me please?” You looked at her and she nodded, walking over to Tayla’s publicist and saying something, her publicist's eyes widened and went walking over to Tayla.

When she got back, you looked at her, “What did you say?”

“I might’ve dropped Pierre’s name but I didn’t do anything crazy.”

Tayla looked at her publicist when she walked up, clearly unhappy about being interrupted, but soon walked away from the two and back over to the interview area. When you got back to Lewis’ Audrey congratulated you.

“Girl, that's so awesome that you won in Monaco of all places.”

You hugged her tight, “I know!”

She hugged you back, “Now we have to go party and celebrate, I am living vicariously through you!”

“You’ll win soon enough, if I let you that is,” you laughed and she gave you a light push.

Lewis walked in shortly after with a hug and congratulations, but the conversation didn’t get too far before you asked Lewis, “What did Tayla want earlier?”

Audrey looked at you slightly confused and Lewis made a face, “Well I guess according to Toto Tayla might’ve seen him walking into the Porsche building and I guess she made an assumption.”

“Oh lovely, she’s just the perfect person to know that information.”

Audrey scoffed, “she can’t say shit, she’s sleeping with Carola.”

You and Lewis turned to look at her, eyes wide, you spoke first, “What?!”

“You heard me, she’s fucking around with a married woman, I mean we love diversity, but not when it’s an affair.”

Lewis nodded in agreement, “damn, that's crazy, how did you know that?”

“I’m her teammate and I might’ve snuck a glance at her phone, I’ll blackmail her if need be.”

“Well, thanks, Audrey..”

She nodded, “so what was Toto doing at the Porsche building?”

Your face got red, “I’ll tell you while we get ready.”

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Tommy Shelby- Granddaughter Pt2

Pt1 Pt3

"Shhh Eloise please" I sigh bouncing my now 3 week old baby in my arms "what do you want? I've given you food, I've changed you, I've checked to see if your to warm or cold" I can feel tears starting to form, are they from frustration or are they because I'm tired? Probably both. I've barley slept since having her. I guess in normal circumstances the baby would have 2 parents present and their mother wouldn't be a 16 year old girl. I glance at the clock on the wall, it's now 4:35am. I've been awake for 24 hours now but sleep doesn't seem to be in my grasp anytime soon. She woke up crying just as I was falling asleep, not wanting to wake my dad, stepmum, or little brother up I brought Eloise downstairs "Eloise please I'm begging you to sleep" I continue to bounce the baby in my arms

"Miss Shelby?" I hear the quiet voice of one of our maids walking into the living room "is everything ok? Is the baby ok?"

"Francis I don't know what else to do" i can no longer stop the tears from falling "she won't stop crying. I've not slept. I'm a 16 year old with a baby with no husband. My dads still mad at me..."

"No love he's not mad at you. He's mad at the boy who has done this to you, left you in this situation. Why don't I sit with the baby for a couple of hours while you sleep?"

"Oh Francis I can't ask you to do that. Go back to bed"

"Miss Shelby you are not asking, I'm offering and I think you need more sleep that I do tonight" Francis gently takes Eloise from my arms and starts bouncing her

"Are you sure Francis?"

"Positive, now of you go"

"Thank you" I yawn before heading up to my room.

When I wake up, the house is quiet. Slowly I get out of bed and put my robe on then head down the stairs to the living room where I find Grace holding Eloise

"Morning" I groan sitting next to Grace "wheres dad?"

"Out with your uncles" glancing at the clock I sigh knowing I need to feed Eloise soon

"She will need feeding in a bit, she's gone nearly 4 hours without a feed"

"Ok, but while she's asleep, tell me how you are?"

"I'm fine"

"Don't do that. Remember I married your father, I know how stubborn you both are" Grace chuckles quietly

"I guess I'm tired, sore all the times fed up"

"Well you haven't left the house in 3 weeks, since this one was born"

"I'm scared what others will think, or if I see him and his new girlfriend. He will know that Eloise is his, but I know he won't want to be her father and I'm not sure I want him to be"

"Well, you do need to give him that chance, but you don't have to get married to him"

"I think dad would prefer that" just then Eloise starts to stir. I take her from Graces arms and head up to my room to feed the baby.

"Tommy you need to calm down" I hear Grace raise her voice "Charles is watching and YN is only upstairs feeding Eloise"

"He did this to her, he did this to my daughter and he"

"You don't know that he is the father"

"Grace he was bragging about bedding 'Tommy Shelby's daughter' it's got to be him"

"Tom..." Grace sighs. I run down the stairs and the negative atmosphere hits me in the face. Grace sees me and gives me a smile "YN you best come and talk to your father. I'll take Charles outside for a little bit" she picks up my 2 year old brother

"James is Eloise's father. Isn't he?" dad says sitting down with a whisky in his hands. I don't say anything to him, which must have told him everything he needed to know "damn it YN"

"What are you going to do to him?"

"Nothing, at the moment. Im giving him a chance to do the right thing and be a father to Eloise. The moment he fucks up he's dead" he takes a sip of his drink

"I don't want to marry him if that's what your getting at"

"It won't be the first time a 16 year old marries her babies father. Martha married John for fucks sake"

"But..."

"You need to go and speak to him, soon YN"

"Ok, I know I do"

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x daughter!reader #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine

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turtlecleric · 3 months

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Wooooo self-indulgence yayyyyy

bay!raph x fem reader, angst and hurt/comfort, cw: implied past sexual assault, panic attack, dissociation, trigger words, if I need to add more warnings please do let me know (sorry to the people on the tag list, as always feel free to ignore)

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When Raph pulls you into his room, presses your back against the door, and buries his face in your neck, you can't help but giggle like a fucking teenager. You feel his hot breath against your skin as he speaks, and it makes you shiver, makes your smile widen so much your cheeks hurt.

“Been waitin’ all day to getcha to myself, doll.”

The earnest excitement in his voice makes you melt. Large hands trail up and down your sides, massaging and kneading, and then his lips find yours. You sigh into his kiss, slow and sweet like honey. The barest glide of his tongue across yours, the low rumble in his chest that manages to vibrate your mouth just a bit. It's driving you a little crazy, to be honest. You can't get over the fact that he can get you this worked up just from kissing.

Too soon, he pulls his mouth away and goes back to nuzzling into your neck. His hands tighten on your waist before one comes up to cup your breast over your shirt. You two have only gotten past kissing a couple of times before, so it pulls a loud, surprised squeak out of you.

Raph's other hand comes up quickly to cover your mouth, and your smile slips away as your eyes widen and your heart stutters in your chest. He murmurs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, but the chill it sends through you this time isn't a good one.

“Shhh, you gotta keep quiet, baby girl. We're-”

No.

His next words are lost on you. There's a roaring static in your mind as sick panic takes over. It blurs your vision, distorts what you're hearing. You can't focus. You can't breathe. You can't move.

You're not there. Raph isn't him. Don't- don't slip back there, don't- no no no no-

Someone is standing over you. You're dizzy. Silent. As still as a statue. You feel their hand lift from your mouth, but you don't react.

Keep quiet. Keep quiet. Keep quiet.

You're aware of your heartbeat jackrabbiting against your ribs. You're aware that the person is talking to you again. You're aware of the barbed wire that's wrapping around your lungs and tightening. Tightening.

Keep quiet.

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When Raph lifts his head to look at you, he freezes.

Something is… very, very wrong.

Your eyes are glossy, the faraway look causing alarm bells to blare in his head. You're not even blinking. Silent tears start to track down your face, and when he realizes how tense you are under his touch, he pulls away immediately. Raph says your name, tentative and quiet, and when you don't react, that's when he really truly starts to panic.

He says your name again, a little louder. You don't respond. Again. His hand hovers in the air between you, unsure and confused and fuck, what happened? What did he do? What does he do?

Carefully, he tries to take your limp hand in his. The moment he makes contact with your skin, you whimper and jolt back against the door in a full-body flinch. He yanks his hand back and watches in horror as you start to visibly tremble. The sight actually makes him nauseous, has him backing away from you and trying to make himself as non-threatening as possible.

What happened?

Are you… are you actually scared of him? The thought lodges his heart in his throat. Has his chest aching with something like betrayal, but no that… doesn't actually make sense?

“I'm not gonna hurtcha, sweetheart. You know that right?”

You don't respond. God, what has he done?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You probably didn't want him to touch you like that. He went too far too quickly. You- you probably want him to go and are too scared to say- but he's stuck! You're blocking the door! He can't- he doesn't want to move you so he can leave, but he doesn't want to keep scaring you, but he- but, but no, it still doesn't make sense. If you were actually scared of him, you wouldn't have been- this whole time with- what the fuck is going on?

He's stuck. Well and truly stuck. He can't talk to you, he can't touch you, he can't give you any more space than he already is. He's terrified, terrified, of making things worse.

So he waits.

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Awareness returns to you slowly, and control returns even slower. It burns when you blink. Your muscles ache, exhaustion weighing you down like chains. It's harder than it should be to raise your hand and wipe at your eyes, to keep yourself standing upright.

You realize all at once what happened, and the mortification of it happening in front of Raphael has you covering your face in hot shame.

Wait. Raph. Where..?

You lift your head from your hands to look around the room. When you spot him, your heart clenches painfully in your chest. He's sitting in the furthest corner of the room, hunched in on himself, his arms circled around his knees and his head ducked low.

Making himself small.

You swallow, trying to shake away the fog in your brain enough to go to him. Your legs feel like jelly, but you manage it without falling. When you kneel and place a hand on his arm, his head jerks up in surprise, and you see that he's been… crying.

He's talking before you can open your mouth, each word a knife between your ribs, each break in his voice taking the knife and twisting.

“I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know that I'm- I guess I just thought- I'm sorry. I went too far, I didn't- I shoulda- I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry-”

“Hey,” you croak, wincing when he flinches at your wrecked voice. “No, Raphie. No. That was… not your fault, okay? It's a me problem. I should've told you- uh. There's just certain things that can…” You sigh, not yet thinking clearly enough to have this conversation.

You mentally kick yourself. You should've told him before it ever became an issue, but. When people find out, they… look at you differently. You wanted to hold onto that normalcy a little longer. Put it off just a little more. But the look in his eyes - confusion, fear, regret - it hurts to see. Hurts to know that this could've been avoided if you'd sucked it up and warned him, told him the things that set you off from the beginning.

You're too tired to think straight. Still shaking. But you know he deserves an explanation.

“Can we… can we just…” Brain fog. Hell man. Focus, come on. Your hand on his arm tightens. “I'm not scared of you. I love you. I love you so, so much. It's not that you- I mean I- I promise I'm going to explain, but right now I…” The tears threaten to spill over again, and the frustration tangles in your chest like so much fishing line. You're fucking this up, you know you are. You really need to sleep. To get to a point where your brain can actually do its job. Are you even making any sense? Is he going to get fed up with you and- no, stop. Stop it. Raph is still staring at you, waiting, waiting. You try again. “I just need some time. Then I can explain. Okay?”

Raph's lips thin, his brows pinching together as he watches your face. He looks like he's in agony as he does so, but he unfurls a bit. Slowly, carefully, he reaches his hand toward your face. It stops just before he makes contact, and the hesitancy, the worry that radiates off of him, compels you to lean forward and press your cheek into his palm. Your tiny smile seems to bolster him, and after a moment he speaks.

“Whatever you need. Anything, okay? Anything.”

You close your eyes, raising a hand to press against the back of his hand cradling your face. He's so… tender. It makes the tears spill over again, makes something snap in your chest like a rubber band pulled too far. Your body flashes hot with embarrassment as you dissolve into ugly, keening sobs, but when you lean toward Raphael he's quick to wrap you in a gentle embrace.

He holds you close, letting you weep into his plastron and hold onto him tightly. He doesn't move a muscle, doesn't shush you, doesn't say anything at all. It's unusual for him, but then you realize. He's still terrified of doing whatever it was that set you off again. The thought has you surging up to wrap your arms around his neck, and he lets you. You try to tell him you love him again. It comes out barely intelligible, but he understands you anyway.

“I love you, too,” he whispers. After a long moment, he continues. “No matter what, okay?”

Your throat feels like it's stuck in a vice. Like you couldn't possibly push past it to speak. Somehow, you do. “Okay.”

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#turtlecleric scrolls #bay!raph #tw: sa

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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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heey✨ I was wondering if you could do platonic lesso x student reader where r has a fainting disorder but hides it from lesso until she faints in front of her maybe in her arms 🥹 and then lesso steps into motherly mode immediately

thank you have a nice day/night you’re the best🤍

Good catch

*Authors note~ i hope this is okay for the anon because I’m not so sure on it :( and I must say I had to research for the condition so I'm sorry if it's not 110% factually correct.*

Trigger warnings~ Occupational syncope (fainting) scared r protective Leo

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

After your parents abandoned you because of your condition, you learnt to keep it very close to your chest. After all you couldn't risk losing anyone else now. As you grew in your age you got a lot better in managing the faints. Knowing your triggers made it easier to hide and that's how you managed to hide for such a long time at the school for good and evil.

Despite being an Ever, you were very close to the Dean of Evil, now the schools had combined there wasn't much of a restriction on bonding with Nevers. Leonora always seemed to want to help and support you, you thought it was because she felt sorry for you. Instead, it was because she sees so much of her younger self in you. Half of her wished you'd been placed in her school, so she could guide you more, but the other half wanted you to stay so pure and kind.

It was insane to think the schools would join together without any problems, after all both sides had been taught to avoid the other. In your case you didn't seem to be well liked by certain members of your own school, let alone the Nevers, that's why you often spent time alone studying. All that studying paid off, you just so happened to be top of your classes. But little did everyone know what was going on behind the scenes.

Standing up was a challenge for you, no matter how slow you got up, your vision would blur and it would feel like your body had an electrical current racing through it. On a few seconds to a minute long but enough to make you feel like complete rubbish. Other times, you'd be rubbing a tad late and would have to dash from one class to the other, you'd be left red faced, throbbing head as your vision dipped in and out. Sometimes you even saw spots. But sitting down and placing your head between your knees helped you to regulate.

The day Leonora found you was an accident. You'd accidentally annoyed the queen bee of the Evers. You'd beat her grade again, and apparently she was prepared to chance you down and make you suffer. Very un Ever like. But then again she'd been spending a lot of time with Hort. The running to escape was what triggered you off, you could feel the tale tale signs of a faint, but no opportunity to stop and listen to your body. You felt your consciousness leaving your body and your whole body falling forward, all you could do is let it happen. But instead of the cold, hard cobbled floors you feel into the one and only Dean of Evil.

Now she may be Dean of Evil however, seeing you faint like that caused her heart to clench painfully. She couldn't allow you to be hurt and acted on impulse to catch you and gently lower your body to the ground. From there she turned you on your left side (paramedics have actually done this to myself at 13 in a more embarrassing situation) running her fingers through your hair, hoping to rouse you back to consciousness. At that point the reason for you running almost ran straight over you, but thankfully the sight of the put together dean on the floor was enough to give them a pause.

When you came back too, you immediately tried to sit upright only to be held down by a strong hand, "shhh darling stay okay? Im sure your probably scared, have you fainted before y/n?" It was undeniably Lesso. "Mhm" you mumbled, blinking rapidly to take in your surroundings. There you saw Dovey with the few students who'd been chasing you, Lesso sat with you to ensure you didn't move and a few Nevers who'd been with the Evers. It took a lot to annoy the Dean of good, after all she radiated love and happiness so to see her so furious would've terrified you if you had enough energy to actually be scared.

Slowly but surly you sat up with the Deans help. A few orders barked at the others had them all scampering away, leaving you Clarissa and Leonora in the hall. "What happened lovely?" All you could do was shrug, "it happens sometimes. I'll lay down and be okay soon." Your half attempt at soothing them but also yourself. "Are you hurt?" You shook your head negative before Leonora chuckled, "only cause I caught you my dear."

You aren't sure why, but you leant on the red headed woman and closed your eyes, not asleep but resting. A few quiet words exchanged by the older women had Clarissa leaving you and Lesso to it. From there she helped you return to her office, laid you down on her sofa with a blanket. One simple instruction, "talk to me dove." And for some reason you did. You told her everything, a luxury no one else had ever had. And instead of leaving, she allowed you to rest your head in her lap and get some rest, she'd sort things out for you to help now she knew. You'd never be alone or left for this. You couldn't control it. And you'd always have a safe spot in her office to come and rest should you need it. Unknown to you both, but from there on out Lesso would be your unofficial mother, until one day she made it official. You would officially be hers.

Word count~ 1023

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady leonora lesso x reader #lesso #dovey x lesso #leonora lesso x reader #dean of evil x reader #dean of evil #dean of evil mother

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saetoru · 2 years

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miss tee any thoughts on toji + size kink 🙈

#𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓 !! — 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

tags: nsfw 18+, fem! reader, size kinks, mentions of cunnilingus, overstimulation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names (doll + princess)

notes: y-yeah i got thoughts :,)

it’s so endearing, the tears on your face, the slight widening of your eyes—how could it not be? toji can’t possibly be expected not to be smug after this, not when you’re already delirious from cumming on his tongue as many times as you did, and not now—when you’re gaping at the sheer size of his stiff cock as he finally springs it free.

and you’re a cute one, he’ll give you that. you’re sweet and shy yet bold in all the right ways—you know your place yet you push the limits as far as they go. he can’t help but be just a little interested. and he certainly is interested. in fact, he’s a little more than that when he thinks about splitting you open with his cock, sinking deep into your walls and feeling you flutter around him. he’s just a tad bit more than interested in seeing more tears run down your face, in feeling your nails sink their way into his skin, clawing at him as you writhe. toji is thirsty for it—he’s parched, really. he needs to drink in the sight of you falling apart under him, and it starts with this.

“i-it…it won’t fit,” you say shakily, “‘s too big,” you sniffle, and he gives you a pout in (faux) sympathy, the rough pad of his thumb swiping away tears from your cheek. he kisses the warm flesh, like he’s kissing it better, like a small press of his lips is gonna do anything to help. but you seem to relax just a little at the gesture, and he grins to himself.

he’s going to destroy you, he thinks—but then he’ll pick up all the pieces and put you right back together. he likes you, after all, and fushiguro toji hasn’t liked someone like this in what feels like a millennium.

“oh, won’t it?” he smirks, groaning lowly as he strokes himself, face twisting in pleasure as his own hand pumps his length, “no need to worry, doll. we’ll make it fit.” you watch in fascination, almost entranced as your eyes fix on the way he smears the pre cum dribbling from his thick, red tip, stroking up and down his fat cock and squeezing at the base.

you make a mental note that he seems to like when he squeezes just a tad bit tighter at the base of his shaft—if the way his abs clench and a deep grunt is pulled from his throat is of any indication. you think you’ll use that information to your advantage next time…if there ever is a next time, that is.

you really hope there will be.

“b-but—”

“shhh,” he cuts you off, sinking his fingers into your folds, scissoring them to stretch you out—and you whine, let out a pretty little sound, one that makes his cock twitch as it throbs. it’s heavy, pulsing between his legs, and he doesn’t think he can wait any longer than he already has. and toji’s big—he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, probably bigger than anyone you ever will…but the idea of having someone after him doesn’t sit right with you.

you want him over and over and over again, and you haven’t even been fucked properly yet.

“i’d say you’re all ready, princess, don’t ya think? gonna mold this pretty little pussy, ain’t no one but me fittin’ when i’m done with you. ‘s all for me, yeah?” he smirks when you whimper at the loss of his fingers, pulling out and lining up with your entrance as he glides the tip against your folds, covering himself with your slick before he slowly sinks his tip into your walls. you’re wet and warm, and so incredibly tight—and he’s not even fully sunken into you yet.

you gasp, and he groans, and you’re already clinging to him as you whimper. he chuckles, pressing soft pecks along your jaw before he pulls you into a kiss, slowly sinking inch by inch into you as his tongue explores your mouth. his cock curves into you so perfectly, veins dragging along your walls as his tip kisses the sweet spot that makes your back arch with ease. your legs wrap around his waist, hips bucking so he’s fully bottomed out, and he lets out a low moan against your mouth.

“t-toji,” you gasp, “fuck…so big,” you whine. he grunts, hips moving slowly as he thrusts in and out of you, and your walls clamp down on him tight enough that he thinks he might just come undone at any moment.

“see, told ya we’d make it fit,” he groans, hips snapping a bit more desperately now, slamming into you as he pants against your mouth. you throw your head back, sinking deeper into the plush of the pillow under you, and he lets his mouth wander until his lips attach to your neck, marking you up as his cock bullies into you with a rough pace.

you’re sensitive, mewling as he snaps his hips harshly, tears once more dripping down your cheeks as your thighs quiver, and he can’t help but enjoy every second of it. your pleas are almost incoherent, too fucked out and cut off by gasps to fully understand.

“toji, toji, ‘s t-too much,” you whine, “can’t cum anymore—”

“sure ya can,” he interrupts, moaning as you squeeze around him with another thrust of his hips, “yer a pretty thing when ya cry, you know that? my fucked out li’l doll,” he chuckles, and by now, his cock is aching to release. his balls are heavy, his tip is red and angry, and his pace is sloppy as he chases his orgasm.

he chokes on a groan, hips pistoning his throbbing length into you desperately, ache between his leg building up until toji’s head sinks into the crook of your neck. your nails sink into his shoulders, digging angry crescent marks into the skin, chants of his name falling past your lips in short, labored pants.

and just as his hand finds its way between your legs, thumb circling over your clit harshly, you come undone, back arching off the mattress as your mouth parts in a silent scream.

“‘m cumming,” you sob, “f-fuck, toji,” you stutter, and he follows after you, stilling for a moment before he spills into your walls with a choked curse. his cock twitched with every thick rope of cum that paints your walls white, and your walls spasm around him as you both moan in sync.

“f-fuck, that’s it, doll,” he grunts, “feel so fuckin’ good, g-gonna…gonna fill ya up all night. yer perfect li’l pussy was made for me, takin’ me so well.” he rolls his hips and rides you through your highs, right until you’re whimpering as your body trembles from the overstimulation, right until you milk the last drop of his cum as he fucks it into you.

and just as your body relaxes against the mattress, he pulls his face from out of your neck, a smug little grin tugging at his scarred lips as he stares down at your glossy eyes and tear-stricken cheeks, hand cupping your face and squeezing your cheeks together.

“don’t think we’re done yet, doll. night’s still young.”

#teepods.writings #thirstee!#thirsts.#toji x reader #toji x you #toji smut #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk headcanons

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boomhoon · 2 months

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LOVE SHHH!

A Jay drabble- inspired by Jo Yuri

Synopsis- You’ve declared love dead in your heart, but an unexpected meeting in the hallway has you head over heels for a man who doesn’t even know your name!

Content- gn reader, implied to be set in a highschool, strangers to ???, fluff, Jay calls reader pretty, one swear word in the first sentence, Jay is in a band (☠️). not proofread, 801 WC.

Love is shit.

It’s pointless. A waste of time. A waste of emotion. And i’m definitely done with it.

My last lover cheated on me with a girl at some random party, and my first love ghosted me without any warning. That one a lot hurt because we were doing so well and I still saw them around town (and because they were my very first). The rest in between have been horrible blurs of toxicity and boredom.

Was love always this bad? No. It used to be magical, something I yearned for. Feeling loved, and loving others is something everyone should experience. But is it all we need? Once again, no! I’m free to love myself, do things how I want to, and enjoy everything by mysel-

“Oh my gosh- I’m so sorry, let me pick these up for you.” I bumped into someone in the hall and ended up slammed against the floor. My books and other school materials were scattered all across. People slowly walked by, and made the awkward move of bending to help but then walking away. I groaned quietly, and started picking them up myself. “It’s okay, I should've paid more attention.” I mumbled.

I looked up and saw a gentle hand extend towards me. I grabbed it, and instead of pulling myself up, another hand gingerly came to my back to help pull me up. That’s when I saw him. He had rose gold specs on, he was dressed better than some runway models, he had on cologne which smelt citrusy, and musky. He had concerned eyes, and a soft smile.

“Are you sure you’re all right? I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The man nervously chuckled as his hands retracted from me. I blinked a few times in awe before responding, “Oh no, i’m not hurt at all! Please, don’t worry about it.”

He raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but nodded his head in understanding. “Okay, I’ll trust you on that.” He bent down to retrieve the last of my items before handing them to me. He stopped once he took notice of a certain item. It was a guitar pick, a miscellaneous object I had left in my pocket. But it happened to catch his interest.

“You play the guitar?” He asked a small smile of intrigue, and he looked up from the pick, his head still tilted downwards.

“Yeah.” I nodded quickly, trying to ignore the way he was looking at me. “The acoustic one.” I clarified.

This man was gorgeous.

He nodded, pulling his fingers away from my stuff, and readjusting his specs carefully. “I do too. I’ve also tried out the electric guitar. “I started last year, and it’s become my new favorite hobby.” He suddenly started speaking at a rapid pace. “Did you know that acoustic guitars date back about 3000, to 3500 years from now? The first guitars are thought to have been found in Spain, but i’ve also seen some sources say they could even be traced back to Mesopotamia! Isn’t that crazy?”

I looked at him with slightly wide eyes. He seemed to have a lot of junky knowledge on things.

Not that I wasn’t interested…

“Oh, I didn’t know that. I’ve never got into the history of guitars before.” I laughed sheepishly.

“I’m still learning the chords, and how to play some songs. I think that’s all the information I can store right now.”

He simply laughed in understanding. “Yeah I get that. I’m probably the odd one for knowing about the history of guitars. My friends say so at least-Damn that guy Sunghoon-,” he muttered the last part to himself.

I smiled to myself.

“Anyway I don’t want to keep you standing here any longer, sorry for bumping into you.” He raised his hand apologetically, and started walking off again. He seemed busy, which would explain why he was in a rush running down the hall.

But midway, he stopped and jogged up to me again.

“This might seem weird, but i’m in a small band. We’re playing in the garage of one of my band mates, and I was wondering— would you want to come and see me play?” He asked, with a lightly scrunched up face, and a tight smile. Almost as if he expected me to say ‘no’.

“Yeah sure.” I said instead.

His face relaxed, and he pulled out a piece of paper and pen from his bag. He wrote a few things down and handed it to me.

“Alright, i’ll see you there! It was nice meeting you…”

I straightened the piece of paper and read its contents.

It contained the address of his band mate’s house, his phone number, and a small message

### ### #### i think you’re pretty, call me - Jay

I hated love, but I fell in love right there.

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taglist: @sanasour @mars101

A/N: IM SORRY THIS WAS SHORT AGAIN 😫 I might continue this because i have some ideas for it, but omg life is tough! Any interaction is appreciated <3

#Spotify #inspired by jo yuri #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay #enhypen #jay fluff #jay drabbles #enhypen drabbles #jay #enhypen x reader #jay x reader #jay park #park jay #park jongseong #jongseong fluff #enhypen jongseong

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tsunami-of-tears · 2 months

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A Court of Shadows and Sunshine — Part Ten

Azriel x Aurora (OC)

Summary: Cassian puts his foot in it again, Aurora opens up to Azriel, and our new mates finally get some action.

A/N: SMUT. WE HAVE SMUT!! Resisting the urge to write ‘their tongues battled for dominance’ like the fanfics from the good ol’ days.

Wordcount: 1.5K

Warnings: smut (Azriel gets to third base), angst, mention of SA

Part Nine

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧

Azriel

Aurora emerges from the bedroom, ready to attend their first family dinner as mates. She’s not dressed in anything too fancy and yet Azriel’s breath catches, he’s lost for words at her sheer beauty. He runs a shaky hand through his hair as he exhales.

His eyes fall to Aurora’s exposed collarbones, and the blue pendant once again strung daintily around her neck. Curiosity gets the better of him tonight, and he asks, “That necklace, where is it from?”

Aurora smiles softly and lowers her gaze as she reaches up to touch the sapphire stone. “It was my mother’s. My father gifted it to her when the mating bond first snapped for them. He couldn’t be with her physically at that time, so it was a promise. A promise that he’d come back for her. I wear it to honour their love, and all they sacrificed for it.” Aurora looks back up at Azriel with silver-lined eyes, he has to fight his own tears from spilling over the edge.

Reaching to touch the pendant, Azriel asks, “But the colour, that blue, why did he pick that?”

“Ah, only the Cauldron knows that.”

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Following behind Rhys, Azriel and Aurora enter the sitting room of the River House. Nesta immediately pulls Aurora into a tight embrace.

Cassian stands and gives Azriel a friendly clap on the back. “I’m glad you could take a break from your activities to join us tonight, brother.”

Aurora’s face falls and guilt pours down the bond. She shifts on her feet, awkwardly fidgeting with her hands and avoids everyone’s gaze.

Azriel shakes his head as Cassian looks between him and Aurora with furrowed brows.

Azriel takes Aurora’s hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We haven’t done that yet,” he says bluntly.

Choking back tears, Aurora slips from Azriel’s fingers and hastily exits the room.

“Great, thanks for that,” Azriel mutters, chasing after Aurora.

He closes the door behind him, cutting off the sounds of Rhys and Nesta laying into Cassian. “You’re an idiot.” “Brother, you could have some more tact.”

Azriel finds Aurora curled up on the stairs, crying softly. Her makeup streaked down her cheeks.

Azriel sits beside her, wrapping his arms around her, “Shhh, it’s okay.

Aurora looks up at him, her teary eyes make his heart pang.

“I’m sorry for making you wait,” she sobs. “Any female would jump at the chance to be your mate. I’m probably not at all what you expected, I understand if you need to see to your needs elsewhere…”

“Hey hey, stop,” Azriel interrupts her rambling. “I do not desire anyone else. I’m a very patient male, I’ll wait as long as you need.” He rubs his scared fingers over hers, bringing her hand to his lips. “Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.”

Aurora nods.

“Have you bedded someone before?”

Aurora’s cheeks flush a bright pink underneath the smears of black, but she answers quite bluntly. “Yes, I’ve been with males before. It just didn’t always have much of a choice.”

Azriel freezes at her words, a cold rage simmering under his skin.

“My first time was really special, it was with a human male from the continent. We were both teenagers. The other times, they weren't always so great.” Aurora lets out a shaky breath. “Where I come from, females are considered property. Often sold to the highest bidder. Those of us who were sullied, well we were fair game.”

It takes everything in Azriel to remain calm, to hold himself back from burning the entire continent with his fury. Aurora strokes his arm, pulling his attention back to her

“Hey, it was a long time ago now. I’ve healed, and it's made me stronger.”

Azriel willed himself to be calm. Aurora’s steady touch on his arm grounds him, keeps him in the present.

“Good evening,” Feyre’s cheery voice calls from the top of the stairs. “I hoped we’d see you both tonight.”

Azriel and Aurora stand from their perch on the stairs as Feyre makes her way down with Elain in tow.

“Aurora, have you met my other sister, Elain?” Feyre asks.

“No, pleasure to meet you,” Aurora beams, any trace of their previous conversation gone.

Elain looks between Azriel and Aurora with a distant expression. She acknowledges Aurora with with a nod, walking past her and down the hall.

“Sorry about her,” Feyre says. “She’s not been herself lately.”

Aurora takes Azriel’s hand in hers, “That’s okay, I understand how that feels. We were just going to join the others.”

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Aurora

The rest of the evening went much smoother. Azriel’s steady hand was a constant presence on you - on your knee, the small of your back or holding onto your hand. It helped keep you calm as your mind raced and you felt stressed over messing up social etiquette.

Though it was lovely to spend time with your friends, it was a huge relief when you walked in your door with Azriel in tow.

You roll your shoulders and rub the base of your neck, not noticing how tense you’d been all night. Azriel grabs your hand and leads you over to your lounge, motioning for you to sit between his legs.

You let out a soft moan as he starts to rub your sore muscles, “Oh your hands are magic.”

Azriel laughs but you sense a hesitancy in him.

“I mean it,” you say, shifting to face him. You grab both his hands and bring each one to your lips in turn. “I love them.”

Looking at your mate, his vulnerability, something sparks inside you. You lurch towards Azriel, kissing him like you’ve never kissed anyone before, like it’s the very thing giving you life. Your tongues dance together, kindling the growing fire inside you.

You pause briefly to move up the couch and pull Azriel on top of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing his body flush against yours as you resume exploring his mouth.

Fingers tangle in his hair and you buck your hips, wrapping your legs even tighter. Azriel bites your lip in response and a moan slips between your lips.

Azriel’s body tenses at the sound. “Do you, ah, do you want to stop?”

“Oh gods no.”

Azriel kisses you again, softly but full of desire, before working along your jaw, and down your throat, sucking and nipping as he goes. “Is this okay?”

“Mmmmmm, yes Azriel”

He looks at you with raised brows as he fingers the top button of your blouse.

“Go on,” you smile playfully, biting your lower lip.

Azriel slowly unbuttons your shirt. He kisses along your collar bones before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. He groans at the sight of your exposed breasts.

The look he gives you is pure sin, but his words are a prayer, “Mother above, what did I do to deserve such a beautiful mate?”

Your cheeks heat, deepening the growing flush to your face and chest.

Azriel smirks and leans down to take your nipple in his mouth. He flicks his tongue over the sensitive skin before moving to the other side. Your hips buck involuntarily, your sensitive parts begging for some attention too.

“Shall I keep going?” Azriel asks you, his smirk growing.

“Yessss,” you moan as your hips buck underneath him again.

Azriel makes quick work of removing your pants, leaving you in only your panties beneath him. Usually, you’d feel uncomfortable to be so bare, but Azriel already saw your soul, and you his. With him, everything felt right.

Azriel hooks his fingers around each side of your underwear, pulling them down and exposing your sex.

“Perfection,” Azriel murmurs, lowering himself closer until you can feel his hot breath against you. You roll your hips and whine, overcome with need.

Azriel doesn’t hesitate any longer, licking a stripe up your slit before circling around your aching clit. He groans as he laps you up, tasting you.

He alternates between firm pressure and lighter strokes. You moan and grind against his face as he finds a rhythm you particularly enjoy.

He doubles down, unyielding, as you come undone at his touch.

As you reach your peak, your entire body starts to glow - radiating euphoria.

You climax, hard. Azriel doesn’t stop as you ride out the high on his tongue.

Azriel rises, his chin glistening with your essence as he gives you a wolfish grin, “I think we can do better than that.”

He was right.

You lost track of how many orgasms he gave you that night.

With his fingers, with his tongue again, and with combinations of both. About halfway through, he carried you to your bedroom where you did it all again, and again, and again.

He never once asked for anything in return, not that you would’ve objected. Still, you appreciated him taking his time.

When he was done with pleasuring you, he slides beside you on the bed and wraps his arms around you. You relax into his broad frame, utterly exhausted but feeling at peace.

Your eyelids feel heavy and you start to drift off.

A whispered “I love you” is the last thing you hear before you black out.

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