#you could have guessed by the amount of tears on my pillow

[emmawithtwoms]

Man, school is so annoying: I’m here tryna read about silly little gay wizards, and this 50yo is asking me about Lenin, Stalin and what happened on the 5 of July 1918.

Idk, but I know what happened when Regulus’ name was drawn for the second time at the reaping in district 12.

#the audacuty #sirius black #marauders #harry potter #ao3 #regulus black #remus lupin #ao3 fanfic #fic #i’m rereading CR #you could have guessed by the amount of tears on my pillow #crimson rivers

[bunicate]

Alhaitham making his little sister ride her stuffed toy for him! grinding her pussy on one of her favourites as she whines about how it’s gonna ruin her favourite stuffie!

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི incest. infantilization. handjob. brief blowjob. pillow humping ﾉ 18+

“this is so unfair .”

you’d cross your arms if they weren’t currently occupied. reluctantly, one hand knits into the bedsheets to keep yourself in place. the other commits to slow sensual strokes of his cock, timed with the messy ruts of your pussy, defacing the once pale pink bunny.

the innocent stuffed animal with beady eyes, now the color of mulberry from your arousal, was ruined. if you didn’t know your big brother so well, you’d easily miss the subtle flicker of mirth in his blue-green eyes.

“how is it unfair? I'm playing with you just as you asked.”

you narrow your eyes at him, but its merely an undignified expression when the stuffed bunny's hard nose pokes your clit.

“t-this is not — hmmph— what I meant.”

his eyes lower and the side of his lip upturns. it’s not audible, but he’s laughing at you. you’re certain of it, and his cock only hardens in your grasp.

“y’got me ruining mr.cuddles. . .” you grumble.

“I can buy you another.”

a curse dies on the tip of your tongue just as frustration settles from his retort. the last thing you want is to add to your torment. as promising as it could be, al haitham had an immeasurable amount of self-control.

he’d wring your little cunt dry, and you don’t think you could handle much more of his teasing, but god, the poor creature was soiled.

you know how much embarrassing you arouses him and you sure don’t miss the pre-cum that deliciously clumps at the tip of his member. you know it’s at your expense because he throbs within your palm.

his fingers, veiny and all encompassing, cup the back of your head, slightly tugging at the roots of your hair.

it doesn’t hurt, but there’s enough pressure to signal his intolerance of your potential defiance.

“enlighten me. tell me what you meant.”

your head lolls back, staring at the scribe with tears blurring your vision. you thumb his tip and whine when you feel a dollop of his warm seed land on your thigh.

“when you told me you wanted to play, let me guess . . . did you mean on . . . my cock ?” 

theres a swirl of something you can only describe as unadulterated desperation at his show of mockery. there’s a sardonic glint as he soaks in how pretty you look jerking him off.

you nod stiffly. “u-uh huh.”

but he only feigns pity.

“that’s too bad, isn’t it ?” he reaches down to grip your backside. he lifts you slightly and sees crystal strings of wetness connecting from your cunt to poor mr.cuddles.

“look at that mess,” the scribe whispers, and that only fuels your need to bury yourself under your sheets.

“this isn’t what you wanted and yet, you’re dripping . . .” he shakes his in farce disappointment, “but nevertheless, let’s problem solve.”

he lets go of you to stop your hand from stroking his leaking member.

he firmly grabs himself, pumping his swollen cock slowly — roughly, until a pretty coat of pre-cum envelops his tip.

he points his throbbing appendage towards your mouth, pressing it towards your quivering lips. he wipes his head messily around the surface until trails of slick begins to glisten.

you physically resist the urge to suck and swallow even when the faint taste of salt drips on your tongue.

there’s a deep hum when you meet his wanton stare.

“would you have more fun if I put my cock in your little mouth instead ?”

you mewl. god, you can smell him. it’s a rich and musky scent mingled with a woodsy vanilla.

your mouth collects spit as he continues to drag his fat tip down the seam of your plump lips.

his cock is just as pretty as the rest of him. it’s wide with an odd number of veins running down his length. it wilts from its own weight despite being so hard.

his eyes glaze over, chuckling before he answers for you, “yeah, of course you would,” he murmurs. “you’d suck it just like how you suck those lollipops.”

al haitham rubs at your scalp, dragging your head so his member slides against the opening of your mouth. by now, you’re panting like needy pup with your tongue lapping up the underside of his cock.

“what if —“ his eyes flicker down to between your thighs, “I put it right here ?”

his fingers skillfully slide past your overstimulated clit to nestle in your little hole. you breathe out a loud sigh of relief when they slowly sink in, stretching your tight walls.

“h-haithy. . .” your mouth parts as meek cries fall from your sweet lips, breath fanning his dick.

“oh, what cute sounds. is this what you want ?”

“mhm. . . I dooooo,” you drawl.

your hand tangles around his wrist. it was a brave action, but he didn’t seem to mind. you were insatiable at this point as you unabashedly hump his thick fingers, chasing your own pleasure.

“I wan’ it, h-haithy. need your cock inside me.”

slick sticks to your thighs and your cunt audibly squeezes around his digits until he suddenly halts his movement.

“what do you do when you want something ?”

you sniffle, “u-use my big girl words.”

al haitham gives you a subtle look of approval.

“precisely.”

he falls silent, giving you a chance to speak but you remain hushed at first. rather, you’d let your actions allow him to draw his own conclusions.

you pull away to position yourself on your back, his fingers slipping out of your warmth.

he watches you closely, anticipating your next move.

your arms come behind your knees, revealing both of your pretty holes. delicate fingers part your puffy folds like pages of his books, displaying the gaping hole he was moments away from fucking.

with pursed lips and gleaming eyes, you ask just like how he taught you.

“big brother . . . can you please make me cum on your cock ?”

your tight pussy clenches around nothing, pushing out a stringy rivulet of creamy white.

there’s a crack in his composure.

al haitham effortlessly pulls his shirt over his head. his strong abdomen on display flexes with every breath he takes. it’s intimidating how stalks towards you, inching towards the bed with purpose.

he’s eager to mount you, his sweet little sister with a perfect ass, and a fat wet cunt he’d milk over and over again.

#૮꒰ ๑´ତ `๑ ꒱ྀིა #tw:incest #srry Im so bad at endings eeeek #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #al haitham x y/n #alhaitham x female reader #alhaitham x reader smut #al haitham x reader smut #al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #alhaitham x reader

[surielstea]

Caretaker

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Summary: Reader is sick & Az being the best bf ever

Warnings: slight suggestiveness, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: Literally wrote this when I was sick asf and high on cough medicine so I hope this makes sense 😭😭

2.2k words

My body tremors as another weak cough racks through me, my throat pulsing at the feeling. Watery eyes form tears, sliding down the bridge of my nose and dripping onto the plush pillow beneath my head.

I stare out the floor to ceiling window, marveling at the way the sidra morphs starlight into rainbow refractions. I sniffle, one of my nostrils completely closed off and making it a challenge to breathe. It was late. I didn't know the exact time but from the moons position in the sky I could guess it was far past midnight.

My mate hadn't come to bed and I debated clambering out of this all too hot bed to go and find him, wrap my arms around his waist and guide him back to our bed. But I can't expose him to whatever virus plagued me, in turn getting him sick, no matter how badly I missed his touch. It was already a risk to share the same bed, I couldn't push it.

Madja stopped by earlier and gave me a tonic to help ward off the cough but there was nothing she could do beyond that. I took the tonic minutes ago, the effects still settling in, I just hoped the cough would cease long enough for me to be able to fall asleep.

It's been days, my mate was convinced I was getting worse. He surveyed me like usual, but his gaze turned soft and pitiful every time a raucous cough came over me. Shadows kept me company, swirling fluidly against my back in a reassuring manner, the chill touch of them making me cool off from my heated state.

There was a soft knock at the door and I didn't have to look to know who it was. I adjusted under the covers, using my strength to sit up and lean against the headboard, teary eyed but making eye contact with the large winged male in the doorway. "Az." My voice was practically a whimper, a feeble excuse at calling for him.

"My love," He drew a long exhale, my sickness seemingly weighing on him as well.

"You can't be in here." I murmur, wiping my tears and wishing it was his hands instead of mine doing the act.

"I miss you." He offers me a soft smile as he tilts his head against the frame of the door, his silhouette from the hallway light made him look like some sort of angel.

"I don't want to get you sick." I shake my head, holding my arm out as if to shield him away but we both knew I held no power at the moment.

"It wouldn't be so bad," He tries to lighten the mood with a shrug. "I'd be off work, we could quarantine together. We'd read and cuddle and I could actually go within a ten feet radius of you." His words were convincing, and the idea has a smile tugging at my lips. That is until a croak of a cough rattles my body and I remember how irritating this illness is. I wouldn't want him to have this, ten foot radius or not.

"It's hard enough to stay away from you, don't tempt me." I sigh, allowing my bones to sink into the large matress.

"Worth a try." He mirrors my smile. "Do you need anything? Tea or soup?" He asks and I twist my lips to the side as I ponder what he could give me that would ever amount to how badly I want him and him alone. "A good book perhaps?" He arches a perfect brow. It pains me how well he knows me.

"A book would be nice." I hum and he pushes from the doorway, excited to accomplish a new task. His gaze lingers on me before he closes the door and his silent footsteps recede down the hall.

I look back out the window while I wait, fiddling with the mating ring around my fourth finger. My cough seemed to have settled, I'll have to tell my brother to increase Madja's salary for her admirable work — or maybe I'd pay her directly myself. As soon as I'm better I will, whenever that might be. I release a long sigh and allow my eyes to shut for a moment, I must've slept for half the day earlier but that didn't stop the rest from weighing at my heavy lids.

Before I dared slip into a sleep the spymaster opened the door with a multitude of items in his hands. I couldn't help but smile. The night courts intimidating Shadowsinger was at my door, with soup and tea and a book, taking care of me. He had one of the world's deadliest knife's at his thigh and he probably used it to cut open my tea bag.

"Az, I'm gonna cry." I warn. My already watery eyes verging on tears as I think about how much he does for me.

"No don't cry." His brows crease as he sits on his side of our bed, placing a bowl of soup down on my nightstand. "I tried to follow your mom's recipe but it won't be as good." He frowns and there's nothing more I want to do then kiss the pout off his perfect face. "And this is hot, so don't drink it for a few minutes." He places a steaming cup of tea beside the soup. "And this," He holds up a worn paper back book. "I went to Nesta and asked her for the best romance novel she could think of and she gave me this so." He places it on my lap. "Hopefully it's as smutty as you hope." He mutters beneath his breath and I flush hot but blamed it on my fever.

"Thank you." My voice was a rasp, he looked to my eyes. Hazel laced with love and admiration, the emotions reflecting on the golds and greens of his irises.

"Get some rest after eating, you have to get your strength up so I can get my sparring buddy back." He placed a hand on my forehead to check my temperature, something on his expression falls when he doesn't notice any difference from the last time he checked my temperature.

"Is Cassian not good enough anymore?" I scoff.

"He's not you." He huffs and an upside down smile spreads over my expression.

"I know you're sick but I really want to kiss you." He admits and just the idea makes me feel warmer inside. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him into me, his upper half hovering over me as I plant my lips onto his. I grin against the sensation, it's only been a few days but gods, how did I forget how perfect it felt to have his mouth against mine?

He pulls back first and I debate chasing him back but he pecks my forehead and I settle for it, leaning back onto my headboard yet again. "I'm going to finish up an assignment then I'll come to bed, okay?" He gets up from the bed and my eyes follow.

"Mhm." I nod tiredly.

"If I find you reading that book when I get back I'm taking it away." He warns and I bite my bottom lip mischievously.

"Goodnight lovely." A shadow tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I watch him make his way to the door.

"Night Az." I muse in reply, already reaching for my bowl of the nostalgic meal.

—

About an hour later I had finished my entire bowl of soup and cup of tea. Both of them reminding me of my mother humming her favorite songs as she sewed her dresses, of Rhys teaching me how to fly before I could even walk, of Cassian brawling with my brother when he first moved in, and of Azriel's warm embrace.

I was curled into a ball with a mage light over my head, flipping through the pages of the romance novel Nesta lent me. It was a fantasy with just the right amount of erotica, the kind that would make any female flush. There were a few times when I'd have to close the book and take a breather before opening it back up, which meant it was perfection.

The door opened with a creak and I slammed the book shut the way a teenage boy might with a nude magazine. Azriel crinkles his brows at me and I look at him guiltlessly. "Evening handsome." I greet and he blinks at me like I'm crazy.

"Why are you being weird?" He utters, coming further into the room and closing the door behind him. I fold my lips inward to keep myself from laughing or possibly exposing that I was reading absolute filth just moments ago.

"Just reading." I shrug innocently and he narrowed his gaze in on me but seemed to let it go when striding over to the armoire to change. I watched him shamelessly as he stripped off his shirt, golden tan skin inked in swirling black. He shuffles through the drawers, giving me a full show of his muscular back and those large wings. My breath hitched as I stare without caution and a small chuckle sounds from him. He knows I'm watching, and at this point I can't find it in myself to care.

"Are you flexing on purpose?" I ask him as he discards his leathers for a pair of lounge pants.

"I'm not flexing love." He confesses and my stomach does backflips. Cords of muscle rippled from his shoulders down to his bulging arms, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little turned on. And he was just standing there. He turns to look at my tinged cheeks and it only makes me blush more. The eye contact just might kill me. The nonchalance and causality of it made my stomach churn, as if he wasn't standing there in front of me shirtless.

"You're teasing." I set my book on the nightstand and sink down into my pillows.

"How so?" His question is half a laugh because he knows what he's doing.

"I can't have you right now." I whine like some sort of child, pulling the blankets up and over my head so I don't have to look at his chest that seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves. The bed sinks and I know he's now beside me. I can't help but gravitate towards him only to stop myself because I know cuddling would get him sick.

His strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls my back to his chest.

"No, Az I don't want to get you sick." I protest, pulling away with the weakest strength since the predicament at hand wasn't all too bad.

"I already told you I don't care if I get sick." He brings me in closer and who was I to deny my mate's embrace?

It was nice to lay beside him, nice to have his warmth radiating onto me. I missed him even if it's only been a few days, even if he still sleeps beside me every night. I missed the physicality of it. Azriel's never been one for touch but sometimes I go through phases where if I don't have my hands constantly on him I'd collapse.

So I allowed myself to lean into his chest, matching my breathing to his and intertwining my hand with his scarred one. "I love you." He hums into my shoulder, placing gentle kisses to the crook of my neck and a soft smile spreads across my lips.

"Would you still love me if—" I begin but he doesn't let me finish,

"Yes." His tone is confident and didn't waver for a beat.

"You don't even know what I was going to say." I pout and I feel him shake his head against me.

"As long as you're still you, I love you." He professes and I flip around to look at his golden eyes that the stars themselves were outmatched against.

"I love you too." My voice is a mere whisper but a wide grin takes over his face, revealing his dimples. His smile was so bright I thought for a moment that sun wouldn't rise in fear of rivaling it. "And I'm totally getting you sick." I threaten but he doesn't seem to mind, especially not when I lean forward a few inches in order to kiss that grin.

"Sleep, love." He coerced and pulls me into his chest, his wing draping over me like a blanket, blocking out any seeping light from the moon outside. "I'll be here in the morning." He muses, smoothing a scarred hand over my hair. He continues to play with the strands until I'm drifting off into that touch, his warmth inviting me to sleep.

Azriel was quick to follow, once he noticed my breathing even out. Shadows settle around us as his lids grow heavy and his weight falls into the bed. With me in his arms it was easier for him to sleep, the comfort of knowing I'm safe while in his hold pushed him further into that sweet relief of rest.

#azriel #sarah j maas #acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #x reader #acomaf #fanfic #comfort fic #sickfic #im so lonely #i need him #suriels tea

[george-weasleys-girl]

could i ask for a story with Fred getting upset about something, pretending everything is fine in front of people and making jokes but at night he goes to the reader's dorm and asks to sleep with her?? something like just wanting to cry and be comforted by them "are you crying?" "can i sleep with you?"

Cuddle Me

Thank you for such a sweet request. I hope you enjoy.

~•~

Y/N had just begun to doze off when she heard a faint knock at the door. It was so soft that at first, she thought she might've imagined it. Then, she heard it again, a little louder, followed by the sound of her boyfriend's voice. "Y/N? Love? Are you up?"

There was an unusual hitch in his voice that jolted her wide awake. She clammered out of bed and pulled Fred into the room, closing the door behind him. "Is everything alright?" She whispered.

"No," he mummered, looking down as he shuffled in place. "Not really. Can I...umm...can I sleep with you tonight?"

Y/N's concern shifted to outright worry. This was not at all like her cocky, mischievous boyfriend. Normally, when he showed up at her dorm room in the middle of the night, he was bold as brass, and sleep was the very last thing on his mind.

She placed her fingers underneath his chin and gently lifted his gaze to meet hers. The sight of his wet, red-rimmed eyes caused her heart to skip a beat. "Sweetie, are you crying?"

He only shrugged and looked away again.

"C'mon," she said, taking his hand and guiding him to her bed. He crawled under the covers, wrapping himself around her and laying his head on her chest. Within a few minutes, she felt him shaking with silent tears.

Grabbing her wand from the nightstand, Y/N used it to close the canopy around them and cast a silencing spell. She might not know what was going on, but she knew he wouldn't say a word if he thought someone else could overhear.

Y/N wrapped her arms around him tighter, waiting until his tears were spent before she said anything. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

Fred sniffled. "It's stupid."

~•~

Fred Weasley wasn't one to let things bring him down. But the past week had been particularly shitty. No matter what he and George tried, every single prank they'd attempted had failed miserably. And, to make matters worse, his and George's newest invention blew up in their faces. Quite literally. Sending them to the infirmary for burn treatment.

Then today, he was already depressed and discouraged when yet another prank went wrong, causing the floor of one of the bathrooms to melt, resulting in a rescue mission to pull a poor third year out of the morass. So when Professor McGonagall lost her composure and yelled at the twins in front of half the school body, telling them that they'd never amount to anything, the same as his mum had done countless times, it tore through his confidence in a way few things ever did.

That night, Fred lay in his bed, silent tears wetting his pillow. He didn't cry often. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time it'd happened. But after a day of laughing off the whole thing and pretending it didn’t matter, there was nothing left in him to hold back the flood. After two hours of tossing and turning, he got up and made his way to the only person who could soothe his bruised heart.

~•~

"It's not stupid," Y/N said after Fred had told her everything. "And you have every right to be upset."

"Yeah, I guess," Fred mumbled. "But stuff like that doesn't usually bother me. I don't know why it hit me so hard this time. It doesn't make sense."

"It makes perfect sense to me," Y/N kissed the top of his head. "You've had a really rough week. And, even though you tried to hide it, I know you've been feeling defeated by everything going wrong. It's no wonder her words got to you."

Fred just shrugged. "Or maybe I'm finally accepting the truth. Maybe my mum and McGonagall are right. Maybe I really am worthless."

Y/N moved so she could look into his eyes. "Fred Weasley, you listen to me right now. You are not worthless. You are one of the most intelligent, creative, and amazing people I've ever met. And, not only are you going to succeed, you're going to take the world by storm."

"Y-you really think so?"

"I know so," she asserted. "And if anybody disagrees, they can take it up with me."

Fred smiled and nuzzled into her neck, letting himself melt into her side.

He lay so still and quiet that she thought he'd fallen asleep. But after a few minutes, he shifted to look up at her. "I know I don't say it that often, but I really do love you, Y/N."

She gave him a gentle kiss. "I love you, too."

~•~

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[starry-hughes]

present exchange (jack hughes)

day 8 of star’s ficmas event

single dad!jack au (jack hughes x reader)

You had saved all the money you had earned from nannying before you asked Jack to stop paying you when you started dating him officially. Christmas was draining your savings account though. Jack spoiled you, always buying you gifts, handing over his credit card the very moment you needed something. You once ran out of toothpaste and before you could even say you needed more, Jack was placing the order for it. 

Jack had agreed to exchange one gift. You both had spent a majority of the gift budget on his daughter, Paisley. But Jack and you agreed on one gift each for each other. When you asked for a budget, Jack said no, that he didn’t care how much the gift was, and that was code for “I’m probably spending an amount of money you will be upset at.” 

Paisley was asleep, it was Christmas Eve. She was upstairs in Jack’s childhood bedroom, asleep in the pack-and-play. You had traveled with Jack, Paisley, and Luke to Michigan for Christmas. Quinn had flown in from Vancouver and Ellen and Jim were happy to have a full house. 

You carefully taped down the wrapping paper as you finished wrapping last minute gifts. Ellen and Jim had gone up to bed and the other Hughes boys were down in the basement playing video games. Jack creaked down the stairs after he had gone up to Paisley who was stirring in her sleep without her pacifier. “She’s knocked out, I think the snow tired her out.” 

A smile broke out onto your face as you remembered playing in the snow earlier in the day, going out to the outdoor rink and watching the boys skate around for a while. Jack joined you on the floor before reaching over to the presents under the Christmas tree. It was a small, flat box, wrapped by someone else (you were guessing his mom). “Merry Christmas,” he smiled. You looked at him and back at the present. “It’s only Christmas Eve.” 

He sighed, “Yeah but I would rather you open this gift here, just with me and you here. I don’t need my brothers calling me soft.” You scowled at him as you put down the wrapping paper and scissors, deciding to finish wrapping Paisley’s gift in a second. You carefully unwrapped the box and took the lid off. A silver bracelet shined on its pillow of cotton. A charm, a small letter ‘P’ was attached to the bracelet. “I have a matching necklace.” 

Jack yanked his chain out from under his sweater, revealing that he did indeed have a matching charm on his silve chain. “You took Paisley in as your own basically, she’s your daughter as much as she is mine,” Jack said gently as he clasped the bracelet around your wrist. You sniffled, laughing away the tear as you got emotional about his words. “Wait, you should open your gift too,” you scramled to grab the wrapped gift from under the tree. 

Jack nestled you between his legs as he opened his gift. It was an even smaller box. “It’s a keychain!” you told him, “Probably not as good or whatever as what you got me.” You turned red and went to get up before Jack was tugging you back into him. “Is this Paisley’s thumbprint?” he examined the gift. It was a silver pendant with Paisley’s thumbprint on one side.

You nodded before carefully flipping it over, revealing your own thumbprint. “You said you broke your other keychain.” Jack was quick to grab your face and kiss you deeply. “I love it,” Jack said against your lips. 

#single dad!jack #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #star’s ficmas #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

[phoenixblaze1412]

Yandere Dottore taking care of sick reader but making the reader more sick on purpose so they never leave

Very well^^

Warnings: Mentions of overdose, talks of real medicine.

You felt terrible. Every part of your body feels heavy and painful. You leaned against the railings of Zapolyarny Palace, gazing at the snowflakes that fell through the sky.

'How ironic..' you thought to yourself. You were an adventurer and yet here you are, suffering from an incurable disease. Just walking out of your room is already enough to make your legs weak. You were lucky to be Dottore's lover, having the most knowledgeable man in Teyvat finding a cure for your sickness makes you feel relieved. You still make sure to remind him to take breaks, he may have lived for over a hundred years but he still needs to take care of himself too.

"What do you think you're doing out here? You know 'I' will be upset if 'I' find out you're forcing yourself to move around."

You turned to see one of Dottore's segments, Theta. His red eyes pierced against yours through his mask, you can see the corner of his lips turn into a frown.

"I've been bed-ridden for months now, Theta. At least let me look at the world again instead of the walls of my room."

Theta could only rolled his eyes as he went towards your figure and gently picked you up, placing one arm behind your back and the other under your knees.

"You adventurers and your fascination in exploring. No wonder 'I'..."

You heard Theta mutter under his breath, making you look at him in curiosity as he began to carry you to Dottore's laboratory. Once inside the laboratory, you felt yourself shiver from the cold. You used to be unaffected by the cold temperature in your lover's lab back when you were still healthy, you're starting to wonder if you would ever recover from this disease.

Theta gently put you down on the examining table, placing a pillow under your head and covering you with a thick blanket before calling out for Dottore.

"Ah, Theta, thank you for bringing them. You can leave us now."

Theta only nodded in return as he left the laboratory to go finish his tasks. You watched as Dottore made his way to you, placing his hand on your head and gently caressing your hair.

"How are you feeling, dearest?"

Dottore asked as he removed his gloves before placing the back of his hand on your forehead, checking your temperature.

"My body still feels heavy and weak but I was able to walk out of my room. I guess it's good news that I'm slowly recovering?"

You could hear Dottore tut in disapproval as he made his way to his desk to grab a syringe and a vial, putting the liquid content inside the syringe. You don't know what's in the vial but Dottore assured you that it was your medicine.

"I thought I told you that you're not allowed to overexert your body. Are you dismissing my worry for you, pet?"

You sat up and were about to retaliate when Dottore suddenly pierced the syringe into your arm without warning, making you wince in pain. Dottore only hummed as he injected the medicine into your veins before pulling the syringe away from your skin, your blood slowly trickling down from your wound due to his aggressive actions.

"I just.. want to.. explore again.."

Was all that you were able to mutter out before you felt your vision becoming blurry and a massive headache started to form. You leaned against Dottore and breathed heavily, a nauseous feeling overtaking you. Your arms and legs felt an intense amount of pain, you wanted to move but your body is too numb to do so.

You began to hear numerous voices whispering in your ears, telling you to run, it scared you. Your heart started to beat faster as you looked around the room to see multiple shadows approaching you from every corner. You wanted to scream but you can only choke out a sob, drool falling from the corner of your lips while tears fell down your cheeks.

"Calm down, dearest. Deep breaths. There you go."

Dottore cooed as he rubbed your back. You followed his instructions and took slow, deep breaths.

"I-it hurts, Dottore.. everything hurts.."

Dottore held your chin between his thumb and forefinger before lifting it up to make you look at him. He smirked once he looked at your painful expression, gently wiping away your drool with his thumb.

"As long as you listen to me, everything will be okay. Put your trust in me, dearest."

You could only nod in return as you felt your eyes becoming heavy. Dottore's continuous rubs on your back becoming a soothing rhythm as you fell asleep. The last thing you saw was the vial that contained the medicine Dottore injected you with.

Levofloxacin...?

A dark chuckle was heard from Dottore as he put the syringe away before looking at your passed out self. The door to the laboratory was opened as Theta walked inside along with another segment following him.

"You called for us, Prime?"

"Ah, yes. Theta, Iota, I will be assigning you two to hide away all of (y/n)'s files from the adventurer's guild. (y/n)'s adventuring days are over. Besides, it's much more safer for them to be by my side instead of exploring by themselves."

"As you wish."

Dottore gently laid you back down on the examining table before grabbing a clean cloth and wiping the blood that trickled down your arm. Theta and Iota quietly left the room while Dottore placed a bandage on your puncture wound.

"You might think I'm being too overprotective of you.. but I assure you that I'm doing this for you, dear. You'll come to understand that being an adventurer always ends up with someone dying and I can't risk that. You're too precious for me that I will do anything to stop you from your job."

Dottore picked up the vial he used as he began to chuckle darkly. Reading its contents before throwing the empty vial in the trash.

"Levofloxacin.. such a dangerous medicine it is. Overdose of this medicine will cause nerve damage to the arms and legs. Other side effects would include nausea, hallucinations, nightmares and seizures."

Dottore hummed as he caressed your cheek, a large grin forming across his face.

"Slowly but surely, a certain dose of levofloxacin will make you paralysed. And then you have no one else to turn to except me. But don't worry.. I'll protect you with my life, dearest."

#dottore x reader #zandik x reader #il dottore #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #dottore #female reader #gender neutral reader

[luveline]

ooooo I love bodyguard james your last one was so cute! how about ‘seeing you happy is all that matters’ where there’s a new trainee/less experienced bodyguard on shift and he’s kinda controlling and strict and not as kind as james and when james gets back on shift she’s upset and explains the situation to him and he tells her he’ll fix it ❤️

luveline's valentine's mini party ♥︎

thank you for your request! bodyguard!james x fem!reader 1k

You eat your dinner in silence. You miss James so much in that moment, you swear to be better and do better by him — you'll be kinder, sweeter, better behaved. No more whining about his timetables. You'll ask him about rugby more, and you'll sneak him double the amount of sweets. 

"Are you ready to go back to your room?" 

"Not really, Tucker," you say, at the end of your rope. He's been domineering and grumpy all day.

"You're not eating." 

You hold your fork so tightly you swear it creaks in your grasp. Tucker's standing way closer than he needs to be, and his expression pisses you off. 

"I respect your position in my security team, but this is my house," you say. "I could cut this meal into a thousand tiny pieces and eat every single one of them one at a time and you'd have to stand there and watch." 

You end up back in your room. 

It's hours and hours later when James finally clocks on for the night shift. With your night guard, Jack, on paternity leave, James has been forced to fill the longer shift and take on a newer recruit. Newer, but not new. You've met Tucker before, have seen him at meetings, even, but you'd had no clue how unkind he was until today. 

"Hey, angel," James says, knocking your door. "It's shift change. Can I come and say hello?" 

You bury your head under your pillow. You don't want to see James: you're embarrassed by how you'd acted in the dining room. He probably knows by now what you'd said, or at least that there'd been some security manoeuvre to land you back in your room. 

"Angel? You know I have to come in and check anyway. I would prefer it if you gave me permission." 

You groan and kick out of bed, naked legs sliding over silk sheets. You trudge barefoot through thick carpeting, leaving dips like footprints in thick snow. The door cracks open as you reach it. 

"Hey, pretty girl," James says softly. He looks you up and down, concern pulling at his eyebrows, tugging them together. "You don't look very happy. You didn't like the new guy?" 

His guess is accurate, and for some reason his asking tops you off. You're not used to being treated the way you have been today, maybe that makes you spoiled, and you'd felt alone and, worse, stripped of autonomy. You don't like being demanded from one place to another. You don't like being talked down on for who you are. You know you're privileged to be in your family and to have wealth, to be important enough to need protection, but you can't fight the wave of emotion pinning you. You'd felt so trapped, so undermined, so useless. 

You look down at your socks and sniffle. 

"Hey," James says, pushing into your room and closing the door behind him, "hey, hey. What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying," you lie wetly, wiping your cheek before a tear can fall. 

"Angel…" James' hand hesitates by your shoulder. "Can I hug you?" 

You want to say no, but of course you don't. You crave his comfort, need it, and his arms around your shoulders pop the seal. You press your lips together and cry in silence, fat and racing tears that drip down your chin. 

"What's the matter?" he asks softly. 

You tell him everything.

"I'm sorry, I was so awful," you say. 

"No, no, you weren't awful, you stood up for yourself, that's exactly what I want you to do. He has no right to force you, angel, the timetable is a guideline, and it's yours to amend. You're the one in charge in this house. This is your house."

"That's what I said," you say miserably. 

He pushes you away and squeezes the tops of your arms. "You were right. You don't have to apologise, to me or anyone else. I'll have a word with him, and I'll make sure he knows that you make the decisions here. He's here to keep you safe, nothing else." 

"I don't want him to be my friend if he doesn't want that, I just don't like how mean he was." 

James shakes his head, his arms falling away from you.

"I promise, I thought I explained it to him. I'm so sorry. This never should've happened." 

His apology isn't one you want. It sobers you up. You breathe in a hard breath and take a step back, your skin too hot. 

"Jamie, don't be sorry." 

"No, I am. Here, at home, seeing you happy is all that matters. The only time you should be bossed around is when your safety's in question." 

You rub your damp cheeks with your cardigan sleeve. 

You smile. It's no coincidence that every word he says raises your spirits, James is like a happy drug, and he always fixes your mood.

"You boss me around all the time," you joke, trying to cheer up.

"I make gentle suggestions." 

"You don't let me stay up past two."

James huffs. "Tell me how you're supposed to outrun an assailant on five hours sleep and I'll let you stay up as late as you like." 

You look away from him, but you aren't surprised when he pulls you in for another hug. "S'what I thought," he says, his cheek resting against the side of your head. "Don't worry about Tucker, okay? I'll sort him right out." 

You've only been on the receiving end of James' anger a handful of times, only ever when you've endangered yourself. Though you can't admit to liking Tucker very much after his behaviour today, you feel sorry for him. Angry James is scary, even if he's really fit. 

#luveline valentine #bodyguard!james #bodyguard!james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter imagine #the marauders x reader #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders fanfic #the marauders

[thenighthekate]

He had a cigarette with his number on it ( t.k. )

My lips hold back the lava in my chest. The burning, consuming, encroaching destruction is hardening my resolve more than you could have guessed.

The cool Berlin's air outside the packed club seemed to calm her nerves, skin slightly glistening under the street lights as she leaned against the brick wall. Her head was spinning, brain dancing from the amount of alcohol now permanent in her system.

Multiple people scattered the alley's grounds for a smoke. Some tripping over their own feet as their friends tried to hold them up, others being babysitters and sober drivers for their drunk buddies. Her own girlfriends somewhere inside with guys they have found throughout the night.

As her mind slowly started to clear she rummaged through her purse to find the package she was looking for. Swiftly pulling out the box and placing the last cigarette between her lips. Her fingers let go of the plastic covered cardboard on a mission to find a lighter, matches, fire. Anything at this moment would work. But as her hand ran through the inside leather of her bag she was met with only a couple crumbled bills and her lipstick.

" Need a light?" After a few grunts and annoyed sighs she turned to the voice who called out for her, a slim hand stretched in front of her face with a lighter between its fingers. The girl's eyes ran from the person's palm to their bicep, neck and finally meeting their face.

He was attractive to say the least. Hair neatly done and braided, eyes swirling with deep chocolate and coffee, skin slightly tan under the yellow street lights, his lips pulled into a small smirk with a piercing on the right corner of his mouth.

" Thank you." She leaned down to meet him, his finger swiftly flicking the click making a flame appear in front of her face. Dragging in a breath she let the smoke swirl inside her lungs and intoxicate her brain before blowing it right out. The gray clouds traveling with wind and swirling around the man's head.

" So you around here?" One oh his hands were placed in the pocket of his baggy jeans, the other pulling his own joint back and forth.

" No. Just moved here, decided to celebrate tonight." She slightly nodded her head as she looked him in the eye, her voice was smooth. Soft satin against the rough whistles of the wind. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her lips, the soft pillows painted a crimson red, glistening each time she licked them and staining the end of her cigarette. The girl could tell he wanted to say more, indulge in a further conversation not just small talk, but a yell suddenly sounded over the forming crowd making the man in front of her turn his head.

" Those are my friends, they are waiting for me." He slowly turned to gaze at the girl once again, his fingers doing their own and finding the packet that held the nicotine he so much craved for. " I noticed you ran out," he lifted a cigarette to her eyesight, placing it in her open hand and watched her palm it, " it's for rainy days."

" It got your number on it?" She looked at him with a smirk, slightly not even believing her own eyes. " You give this to every girl?"

" Only for special occasions." He sent a flying smile her way before turning on his heel, his feet carrying him away before he looked back, caught her smirk and suddenly stopped. " Tom by the way!"

#thenighthekate #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you

[draemgal]

I neeeeeeeed some Cassian X reader. The poor baby bat doesn't get enough love.

I need Fluff! Smut! Kicking my feet in the air cuteness!!! Break my heart angst!!!!

Okay... maybe a story where the reader feels a little forgotten because her childhood was like that? She's scared to be abandoned and shoved away.

making the bed | cassian

push away all the people who know me the best, but it’s me who’s been making the bed.

inspired by making the bed by olivia rodrigo

hi anon! hope you are well<3 thank you for requesting!

cassian. he was everything you could ever ask for in a mate. he was kind, funny, compassionate, loyal, well-rounded. so why, why were you here, crying with your head in your hands?

stupid. that’s what it was.

you knew what you signed up for, that accepting a mating bond with the lord of bloodshed meant that he would go on missions, he would train a large amount of his day, he’d attend meetings with the inner circle.

but when he left, when the house was empty, when his side of the bed had gone cold, you were right back where you started.

you were back in your childhood home, waiting for your parents to give you attention. for them to stop doting on your siblings and give you a grain of their approval, of their time. but that never came. you wanted a whole piece but you got scraps—breadcrumbs if you were lucky.

so you sat and cried. you let your inner child pour out, you let your body shake with sobs. you let yourself feel alone, because it was more comfortable than convincing yourself that someone you loved hadn’t left.

all rationality went out the window. you didn’t listen to your brain telling you that cassian loved you, no. you listened to the thoughts saying that you didn’t deserve his attention. that he was withholding it as punishment for something you didn’t know you did.

you don’t remember the moment he came into the room, when his strong calloused hands found yours. when he pulled your hands off your eyes, when he kissed the tears that fell.

“c-cas?” you choked, quickly wiping your tears.

“what’s wrong baby? i just got home, why didn’t you send me a message through the bond?”

you sniffed and pressed your head into his shoulder, inhaling his scent. you grounded yourself, allowing the reassurance of him being here course through your veins.

“because it’s all so stupid, cas.” you muttered, your voice still delicate as if it was a glass vase on the edge.

“nothing that’s got you this upset could ever be stupid, love.” he whispered, smoothing your hair as he laid down, pulling you with him.

your ear pressed against his chest, you let the sound of his heartbeat calm you. you inhaled before looking up at him through glossy eyes.

“i know you know about my past, but sometimes being alone brings me back. it isn’t anything you did, it isn’t your fault. it just gets to me, the loneliness, i guess.”

he frowned, pulling your face closer to him and placing a soft, gentle kiss that sent shots of love through your bond. “i’m sorry baby. i know it’s gotta be hard for you, but i’m only one call away for you. things have been crazy since hyburn, i know that. but i promise as soon as this all washes over, rhysand won’t be able to get me away from you with a crowbar.”

you giggled lightly as his lips met your forehead. “i just wish there was something i could do for you so you aren’t so alone.”

you smirked and looked up at him, cocking your head innocently. “well, actually…”

“what is it, pretty girl?” he furrows his brows expectantly, his hands still cupped around your flushed face.

“i was thinking… maybe if i get a dog, i wouldn’t be so lonely.” you smiled wide, giving him pleading eyes that made his heart sing.

he rolled his eyes, laughter booming as he grabbed a pillow and hit you with it. you squealed, grabbing the pillow and countering the attack.

“i’m serious!” you pleaded, frowning at him.

“i’ll think about it.” he said, knowing damn well his first step tomorrow would be to the animal shelter.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar fic #cassian #cassian x y/n #cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian x female!reader

[visiosatanae]

Trying to overcome my sadness and anxiety with smut, so here's a short little something with heavy daddy Papa kink Copia.

MDNI - Smut under the cut

It was quiet. Too quiet. Copia hadn't heard any noise from you in the last few minutes, which meant someone wasn't doing as they were told.

"Dolcezza…" his tone was edged in warning.

He heard the tell tale jingling of a bell from the other side of the room. His lip twitched.

"I can't do it, Papa," your voice was soft.

"That doesn't mean you're allowed to stop."

He heard you sigh, the tinkling of the bell starting up again as your tired hips ground into the pillow on the bed. You were completely bare except for the collar hanging around your throat, and connected to it was the source of the jingling. You had come to Copia with an ache and needing relief. But Papa had work to do, so this was his solution - having you grind yourself on one of his pillows while the collar let him keep an eye (or ear) out for you.

You whined internally. The friction from the pillow was nice at first, but it could only get you so far before you were needing more. And he knew it. The amount of sleepless nights where he had done just the same gave him some perspective into your frustration. But your whines and whimpers were all too amusing. And arousing. He wasn't sure he could focus much on his work anyway.

Standing from his desk, the look of desperation on your face turned to one of anticipation as he came closer. He looked down into your eyes, frustrated tears threatening to spill over.

"Keep going, Principessa," he murmured, his gloved hand coming to gently caress the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, lust and adoration all too evident in your eyes. His thumb stroked your bottom lip before pushing itself inside, making you moan as you sucked on the soft leather. The dinging of the bell increased, your motivation returning with his attention. He watched as you sucked the digit in your mouth, feeling himself grow harder at the feeling of your tongue laving over the pad of his thumb. "Brava ragazza," he hummed, finally removing his hand.

You looked up at him questioningly before you felt him softly push you down onto your back, the bell clanging harshly as you fell onto the bed. He grabbed the pillow that had previously been between your legs, raising it up while never breaking eye contact with you. Your breath caught in your throat as he pressed it to his face. Inhaling deeply, his eyes finally closed leaving you to look back at the black sockets of his papal paint. He exhaled with a growl, tossing the pillow back to the bed before crawling towards you.

"I guess you do deserve a reward, after all," he groaned as his clothed erection brushed against the mattress. He brought his face towards your waiting pussy, his eyes taking in how it weeped for him. You were practically panting in anticipation as he finally, finally, gave you what you needed.

Your hips bucked up into his mouth with a cry as his lips met with your folds, the bell tinkling again at your neck. But he didn't devour you as he normally did. Instead he worked over you slowly, methodically, intending to savor your frustrations as he deliberately avoided your clit. Your supposed reward felt like even greater punishment. Soft whines and moans escaped you as you attempted to grind your cunt into his face, but he held you down in place with ease, causing a sob to wrack through your chest.

"P-Please, Papa, please," you begged, delirious with your need for release. But he ignored your cries to attend to his meal instead, groaning at your taste on his tongue. Tears fell freely now as you felt yourself begin to break from his cruelty. "Oh, Papa, please…"

He finally lifted himself up, black paint smeared across his lips and chin. "What is it you are wanting, hm?"

You didn't have the usual reservations you normally would when he wanted you to use your words, the torture had been too great. "I want to cum, Papa, please make me cum, please." Your words spilled from you without restraint, begging for relief. "I've been such a good girl, please Papa…"

"So polite," he teases, finally relenting. The thumb that had previously been in your mouth finally came in contact with your clit, your back arching with a cry as he made soft little circles there. You sobbed as you already felt yourself near the edge, his touch alone giving you the push you needed. His mouth came back to your folds, working his tongue down inside you. Your hands fisted into the sheets as you neared closer, and closer still. "Cum for me," he growled, his own need breaking his composure, "Cum on your Papa's tongue, dolcezza."

His words were the final straw as you felt yourself be flung over the edge with a scream, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you as you came. The bell jangled as your body shook from the force of it, finally able to grind yourself onto Papa's face as much as you needed. He moaned into your cunt, drinking up everything you had to offer him like a man dying of thirst. Pulling back ever so slightly, he watched the last of your orgasm die down, your pussy contracting and clenching around nothing. It made his cock ache.

"Papa, oh Papa," you babbled almost incoherently as you came down from your high, not even realizing as Copia freed himself from the confines of his pants. You only did once he grabbed your hips, pulling you to him so his cock rested against your folds. You looked down at it, eyes still hazy from your tears. But even through the obscurity, arousal shot through your core.

"Don't think we are done yet, Principessa."

#the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #nsft #smut #visific #papa emeritus iv #i just need him so bad 😞

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the fox

Chapter 20 of 30

2000ish words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

With the last week's anxiety, it had been easy to miss the small changes happening in the house around you. Taehyung had fully moved his stuff into Jimin's bedroom, shuffling Yoongi's stuff into Namjoon's room. In turn, Hoseok had officially added his stuff into Namjoon's room, forcing the bear downstairs with Jungkook, not that either seemed to mind, Jungkook using the opportunity to make nests with Namjoon's best shirts. Plus you would often wake up around midnight to find Namjoon sneaking into bed with you anyway.

However, as you walked into the kitchen on Sunday morning, it was easy to see the growing animosity within the rabbit hybrid. He sat at the kitchen table, glaring around as Jimin sat in Taehyung's lap and Namjoon giggled at his phone. Hoseok and Yoongi also looked deliriously happy as they danced around each other to prepare breakfast.

You made a point of sitting next to the youngest. He acknowledges you with a weak smile as you lower yourself into the chair, still not the fondest of you and probably more than a little confused that you haven't taken your usual perch next to Jimin.

"Did you sleep okay Jungkook?" You ask.

"I guess." He shrugs.

"You guess? Surely if anyone was going to know how you slept it would be you?" You chuckle trying to lighten his mood.

You watch as the man visibly sours further.

"I guess it would be me, seeing as how I slept alone again..."

His bottom lip wobbles a little and you find yourself reaching for his hand instinctively. Both of you seem surprised when he doesn't pull away. Occasionally he has been known to cuddle into you, but he hasn't ever let you initiate contact until now.

His wide eyes meet yours, tears forming along the waterline, threatening to spill. No one else seems to have noticed even as Jungkook's scent began to sour, burning caramel blending in with the pancakes that Hobi had left on the stove too long.

"Jungkook? Can you help me move my bed? I dropped something under there earlier."

The man nods harshly and pulls you up from the table. He walks quickly from the room, holding your hand tightly. You glance back to find the others looking at you inquisitively but you just shake your head and they continue their own conversations.

Jungkook doesn't stop until he is standing in your bedroom, door shut. Tears are making tracks down his cheeks and he is looking around fervently, concerningly close to a panic attack. He finally lets go of your hand as his eyes land on the pillow Namjoon's been using. He picks it up and squeezes it tightly, burying his nose as deeply as he can. He sits on the corner of your bed breathing deeply.

Awkwardly you decide to just sit on the floor, giving him space to work through his mindset. Your fingers twitch to reach out to him. It's difficult to not want to protect him, you can see why the others are so eager to play bodyguard for him whenever they do get him to leave the house. He inspires a great amount of care.

As his breathing starts to even, his face rolls up slightly from the pillows so his eyes can meet yours. they are rimmed with red but no more tears seem to be coming.

"Did I do something?" He asks, his tiny voice muffled even more by the pillow.

"What could you have done Kookie?"

"I don't know, something that made them stop loving me? I can't lose another family"

Your heart breaks for him. His voice turns watery like the tears can reappear at any moment. You push away the curiosity that accompanies the last part of his sentence and focus on helping as best you can. You immediately disregard his usual discomfort and go to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him. Jungkook leans into your embrace.

"They haven't stopped loving you Jungkook. They will never stop loving you."

"Then why don't they want to spend time with me anymore?"

He puts the pillow down and moves himself into a more comfortable position with you. His cold nose burrows into your throat making you shiver as it brushes across your scent gland.

"Because they have been... preoccupied... Have you told them how you feel? They aren't psychic you know?"

"I didn't have to tell you..." He sniffles.

"I'm more intimately acquainted with the look of loneliness in your eyes." You admit.

"I don't like being lonely."

"Me either."

His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you back to lie down properly as he cuddles around you.

_______

Sometime later Namjoon came into your room to work out what was going on. Only to find Jungkook curled up asleep in your arms, cheeks still extra puffy. He raises an eyebrow at you but you just shake your head, signalling you will tell him later. Still, the large man feels the need to try and fit himself into the already limited space with the two of you.

He clumsily climbs against the headboard, leaning back so he can pull Jungkook into his lap. The bunny barely rouses as he is manhandled into position. Namjoon leaves just enough space for you to settle on his other side, allowing you to move yourself into place.

He strokes at your hair absently as his other hand draws circles on Jungkook's back.

"What happened?" He whispers, leaning down to speak directly in your ear.

"I'm sure he will tell you when he wakes up." You answer.

"I'm not sure he will, he has been awfully quiet recently." Namjoon frowns.

"Has he been quiet? Or does he just think no one is listening?" You point out.

Namjoon quiets, his introspective look settling over his features as you both go back to watching Jungkook sleep.

____________

You slip from the room as Jungkook starts to stir giving him space to be alone with Namjoon for a little while. You look for Jimin and Yoongi as you go through the house, hoping to send them in Jungkook's direction at some point today.

Jimin is easy to find. He and Taehyung are fooling around on the sofa, a movie playing in the background that it is clear neither of them is watching.

*ahem* You cough loudly as you descend the stairs. Both of them look over the back of the sofa at you but make no move to actually separate.

"Y/N, we missed you at breakfast." Taehyung pouts.

"Yeah, Yoongi made your favourite," Jimin says.

"Yoongi always makes everyone's favourites." You roll your eyes.

"Still, it was delicious." Taehyung shrugs.

You purposeful position yourself between the two on the sofa, pushing them apart.

"If you wanted to join in Y'N-ah, all you had to do was ask..." Taehyung says.

He walks his fingers up your arm playfully and you swat him away.

"Actually, what I want is for Jimin to go upstairs and 'join in' with Jungkook and Namjoon." You say. "Kooie has been feeling a little... down lately."

The smile immediately falls from Jimin's face and he shoots off. He jumps the back of the sofa and takes the stairs two at a time with impressive speed.

"Damn... is it just me that found that sexy?" Taehyung asks.

He watches hungrily as Jimin disappears at the top of the stairs.

"No." You admit, feeling your own stomach tighten at the sight.

"Seeing as you sent my movie buddy away, would you like to watch with me? Promise we can actually watch the movie... well most of it anyway..." He grins cheekily.

He raises his arm in a mock yawn, clearly reaching to put it over your shoulders.

"Sorry Tae, I've still gotta find Yoongi," you say, dodging his manoeuvre.

He pouts after you, whining petulantly as you walk towards the back door. You ignore him as you shut it behind you, immediately regretting not grabbing a hoody.

You walk briskly to the studio and ring the bell Yoongi installed a few weeks back. The door creaks open and you are greeted by a very dishevelled Yoongi as he squints into the sunlit backyard.

"Y/N?" he asks seemingly disorientated. "Is everything okay?"

"Why do you look like you've been in there for the last six days? It's barely been a couple of hours..." You ask.

"Its... It's been a very intense session. "

It's then you glance past him just in time to see Hoseok quickly scrambling to get his clothes back on.

"Ah... I'm glad to see the music is going well..." You stifle a giggle as Yoongi grumbles at you.

"We needed some moans for the backing vocals" Hobi supplies unhelpfully.

"And those can only be achieved that way can they?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Only if you want them to sound authentic." He nods. "I can prove it to you if you like?"

"Anyway..." Yoongi interrupts before you have time to blush. "Did you need something?"

"Right, yeah. You need to go see Jungkook, now. He is in my room."

The older man doesn't ask any more questions, he sprints back towards the house, forgoing shoes as he rushes past. Hoseok opens the doorway up more to let you in and you accept the invitation, more than curious to see the magic behind the curtain so to speak. This is the first time you've had the opportunity to go into the studio.

Hoseok rushes to clear the sofa space of empty plastic bottles and crisp packets.

"Sorry, we haven't really been in a cleaning zone for a while." He rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly.

You just shrug and perch on the left. Hobi sits to your right and makes himself comfortable. You look around the small space and can see how it must be easy for the pair to lose track of time. The only window is tinted heavily, not allowing for any natural light. Instead, there are strips of LED lights, all currently set to red, and computer screens with the brightness down.

"This really is more like a cave than a room huh?" You ask.

"Usually we have the lights on a different setting..." He says.

"Right... this setting is just for when you need certain... sound effects right?" You tease.

"Yeah... want me to show you how they're made?"

He slides closer to you, caging you in against the arm of the chair. His breath ghosts across your lips as he looks at you hungrily. You glance between his eyes and his lips, almost prepared to close the gap until you remembered what had just been happening behind the closed studio door.

"Our first kiss isn't going to be immediately after you just had Yoongi's dick in your mouth right?" You question, leaning back as much as the limited space allows.

"Don't be silly love, my dick was in his mouth." He grins cheekily. before closing the gap.

Hoseok doesn't treat you as gently as the other two had. He bites at your bottom lip and slips his tongue inside when you gasp in pain. He leaves you breathless, gasping for air in the brief moments he allows you between kisses. His hands hold your waist, grabbing at you like you might disappear if he lets go. You wrap your arms around his neck, hands curving up to find purchase in his hair. You tug at the brunette strands with the same feverish need that he grapples with your waist.

"Please tell me I wasn't the last one who got to do that." He says as his forehead rests against yours.

You pant heavily trying to regain your breath.

"Wouldn't Yoongi have told you?" You ask, avoiding answering him.

"The bastard is being very tight-lipped about his advances towards you." He grumbles.

"Would you be upset if you were last?"

"Only if you told me I was also the worst." He shrugs.

"Well then... at least you aren't last." You joke.

He feigns offence, hitting you with a pillow from behind him. You grab another pillow and hit him back until he accidentally falls to the floor. Hoseok holds his hands up in defeat and you take one to help him back up, only to be betrayed as he drags you to meet him on the floor.

He rolls on top of you, once again trapping you against him.

"Well if I'm the worst, it looks like I'm going to need the practice." He announces before he kisses all over your face messily, purposefully avoiding your lips as you squirm beneath him.

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[roohuh]

Confessions in the Undercroft

Part 6 of the Obliviate Series.

Ominis x mc

Summary: Ominis let’s you get to know him in the undercroft.

Warnings: main story spoilers suggestive themes 18+

You and Ominis sit in the undercroft on the same pile of blankets and pillows as the night before. You had left a healthy amount of room between you and him feeling awkward about being in a room alone together. You both sit rather awkwardly unsure of where to start.

“Let’s start with something easy what’s your favorite color?” You ask,

“Did you forget? I am blind?” Laughing you admit,

“Just thought I would lighten the mood.”

“If I had to choose I would say yellow though.” He says after a pause.

“Why yellow?”

“I have been told yellow is like sunshine and I love a good nap in the the afternoon sun so I will go with yellow.”

“Yellow is a good one.” You smile at his effort.

Ominis takes a deep breath

“MC there is so much I have to tell you. And I guess I should start in the beginning. When I got my wand my family wanted me to - to cast the Cruciatus Curse on a muggle they had found as some sort of messed up celebration. When I refused they cast the curse on me. I was so weak. I agreed to cast the curse on the muggle just to make the pain stop. I have regretted this every day since. After that I have worked to be as far away from them as possible. And now I see how that too was a mistake.” You scoot closer to Ominis trying to offer some comfort.

“Ominis, you shouldn’t blame yourself. You were a child.” You earnestly reassure him.

“That’s the same thing you told me the first time I told you that.” He gives a hollow chuckle. He closes the gap between the two of you and takes your hands gently.

“You and I have always shared a mutual respect for one another. You are one of the brightest, most capable, and kindest witch I have ever met. I adore you if you remember it or not. That being said I have not been entirely honest with you.” Ominis takes in a deep breath rubbing the bruise on the back of your hand gently. “Two weeks ago my mother sent me an owl informing me of my recent betrothal to my third cousin. Of course I refused leaving no room for argument and she was furious. Berated and threatening me to no end so I just stopped taking her owls. I never realized she knew about you. About us. I was such a fool. I thought I could protect you I never realized.” His voice broke off, turning away to hide his tears. His shoulders shake as he deeply breathes in “I have failed you because of my pride and arrogance they got to you. I let you get hurt and I only found out about it a week later. They could have killed you and I would not have even known.” Unable to get another word out he breaks down. You pull him in close his head to your chest hand gently on the back of his head.

“Now it is my turn to comfort you.” You whisper into his hair. “When we were together before I lost my memories did I know your family was this way?” Ominis nods trying to regain composure.

“Then I am sure I said then what I will tell you now and that is that no one will decide who I love or not.” Ominis chuckles arms holding you close.

“Word for word” he whispers. A smile spreading across your face.

“We will fight this. Together.” Ominis sits up

“Are you sure? I am a stranger to you… you can not-“ you laugh interrupting his panic.

“Hey if you trust me I trust me and the me that knew you, loved you, so I love you. Even if that sounds weird and awkward. I am choosing to trust you and stand with you.”

Ominis sinks down and lays his head in your lap. You watch the candle glow reflect on his pail completion. You run your hands through his hair carefully not sure if it’s a thing he would mind.

“How did we fall in love?” You ask Ominis. He closes his eyes smiling at the memory.

“It started after Solomon died. We had to piece Sebastian back together after that. After the shock wore off we had to be there for him to grieve. Then you…” Ominis closed his eyes making an effort to continue “You were attacked by Victor then Ranrok. To everyone you seemed fine. The Hogwarts hero they called you and you bore it all so bravely. Then I found you, in Fig's old classroom.” He paused to listen, wondering if you remembered any of this.

“I was crying wasn’t I?” You ask softly. “ I can remember crying but then nothing.”

“You were. That’s how I learned to put your head on my chest. It was the only thing I could think to do. I had no idea how you felt then I found you, the real you, the honest one you kept locked away and I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That I would spend the rest of my life in love with you.” You don’t know what your past held or your future will hold but you know as long as he is with you you can take anything on.

“Ominis.”

“Yes?”

“Would you kiss me?” Sitting up slowly Ominis gently takes your face in his hands, thumbs on the corner of your lips. Fervently lips are pressed to yours. He has been longing to kiss you all summer and now he finally has permission to do so. His hands move from your face to your hair gently pulling at it as he kisses. You melt into the kiss then become overwhelmed as he hungrily presses at you. To your memory this is your first kiss but to him it is one of many kisses you have shared and he wants more. You push away blushing furiously gasping for air.

“I’m sorry I got carried away. You are just so.” He sighs wistfully longing to take you in his arms again.

“It’s alright, it's just a lot. I am at the disadvantage of not being able to remember any of our time together. This is a lot of firsts for me.” You admit bashfully.

“You were all of my firsts too.” He chuckles. Your eyes go wide at the realization of what he is implying. “You mean we… we…” burying your face in your hands to embarrassed to continue you groan in realization then add,

“That is why the blankets and pillows are down here!” Feeling embarrassed as well Ominis tries to explain

“I never forced you into anything. I promise I am normally a gentleman, you just are so. And oh how I have missed you.” His hand is placed on your cheek gently feeling each feature. Pressing your forehead to his you feel dizzy things are moving so fast you just need to breathe.

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[augustjustice]

Victoria's Got Nothing On Her

AO3 Link

Rating: M | Tags: Transfem Stevie Harrington, established relationship, lingerie, kissing, fade-to-black implied sex

Notes: I...have no explanation for this one, other than that I've had half of this fic of Steph trying on new lingerie and getting Eddie all hot and bothered with it just sitting in my word docs for months, so I thought I would finally just flesh it out a bit and post it. Note that Stephanie uses both Steph and Stevie as interchangeable nicknames throughout this fic. Hopefully that isn't too confusing!

So, without further ado, around 1k of these two being cute and horny below the cut.

She's always been–well. Strong, athletic. A good-sized…girl, she guesses.

And the estrogen has been working its magic pretty well. It hasn't been making her any smaller, of course, just–softening what's already there. Stevie's always had a great ass, if she does say so herself, but her hips have gotten wider, rounder.

(Fat-bottomed girlsss, she hears Eddie's voice croon teasingly in her mind, and her cheeks flush in the mirror.)

Weight's been steadily gathering at her chest, too–her tiddy Skittles, as Eddie playfully dubbed them, more than earning their name–filling her out until she can admit, with no small amount of glee, that she's getting busty now.

Still, it's a work in progress. And Steph is fully ready to cop to needing a little bit of help along the way.

Hence the impromptu shopping trip to Victoria's Secret she'd taken earlier that afternoon, and the reason she's modeling the fruits of her labor in her bedroom now.

Stevie's got on the matching lingerie set she had picked up, baby pink lace hugging her ass with just a playful hint of cheek, the push-up bra doing her all the favors that it can.

She frowns, turning this way and that as she eyes herself in the mirror critically. Then, Steph adjusts her bust with her hands a couple more times, trying to maximize her cleavage.

"Well?" she prompts as she turns to her captive audience, trying not to sound too nervous as she bites her bottom lip and thrusts out her hands, a harassed ta-da. "What do you think?"

Eddie blinks up at her owlishly, the bottom half of his face covered by one of the pink, lacy pillows Nancy had happily passed along to Stephanie when she’d been decorating her new room. The small house she, Robin, and Eddie had decided to rent together in West Lafayette, a quick drive to the Purdue campus where Robin was finishing up her degree, was cozy, and Steph had reveled in the possibilities having control of her own space allowed, far, far away from the blue comforter and uniform plaid walls and curtains her mother had dictated for her room in the Harrington house. New room, new life, new me might as well have become her new slogan, thrumming as clearly in her head as the Hawkins High cheer once had when she was out on the basketball court. 

Speaking of the new her, Eddie’s certainly getting his own slack-jawed eyeful. He looks positively hypnotized by her tits, like he's unable to tear his gaze away.

Good sign, Stevie thinks to herself with a smug smirk.

"Christ, Steph, are you trying to kill me?" Eddie groans, the sound muffled as he dramatically flops further down onto her mattress. 

"Nooo," Stevie answers, drawing the syllable out, teasing. 

She crosses the space between them quickly, hopping up onto the bed. With some prompting, she manages to get Eddie to ditch the pillow and sit up again, a position she immediately takes advantage of by wrapping her arms around his neck and climbing into his lap. 

“Make you stupid horny? Maybe. Kill you? Not a chance, Munson."

"Well, you're fucking nailing that first part, Stevie," Eddie says, sounding awed as he reaches up to cup Stevie's breasts in her fancy new underwear, "holy shit. Seriously, I can’t even believe you’re real sometimes."

Steph giggles, coquettish, and, fuck, she loves this part of that whole new life thing she’s got going on more than she could say. Feels giddy with it, getting to flirt and tease and watch Eddie stare up at her with those reverent, lustful dark eyes of his. He makes her feel stupidly beautiful.

“Christ, baby,” he continues to babble, giving her chest a firm squeeze, “your tits, they’re–”

"Yeah? You like them?" Stevie asks, sounding breathless and turned on and shy all at once.

"Like them? I love them. Fuck, they're…ode worthy, sweetheart," he dips down to nuzzle at her cleavage, trailing soft kisses along the curve of her right breast, "I'm gonna start writing songs immortalizing their beauty. 'The Ballad of Stephanie Harrington's Badonkas' will travel throughout this humble land."

"Shut up," Stevie complains, shoving his shoulder, but she's laughing, face flushed a pretty pink. And then she’s tipping Eddie’s face upwards with a firm hand to meet her, pulling him into a kiss even as he continues to touch her, his hands wringing soft, eager little noises from her mouth.

“How the hell did I get this fucking lucky? That my girl’s the prettiest girl to come out of Hawkins–nay, the entire state of Indiana,” he murmurs against her lips, and it sounds almost like he’s saying it more to himself than to her, like he genuinely is that flabbergasted. Happiness bubbles up in her stomach, the same kind she feels every time Eddie calls her his girl.

“We’re both lucky,” she says back easily, tangling her hand in his thick, curling hair as she presses another sweet kiss to his lips, “cuz, somehow, I managed to land the sweetest guy from Hawkins, Indiana.”

Eddie snorts, short and sheepish. 

“Yeah, well, I can think of about a dozen folks from back home who would firmly disagree with you on that one, sweetheart.” 

The statement is enough to mar Stevie’s face with a deep, outraged frown, the way her eyebrows scrunch together angrily only serving to make Eddie’s dimpled smile deepen, his brown eyes impossibly fond. 

“That’s because Hawkins is full of small-minded idiots,” she says dismissively, well aware she sounds just like Robin, or Eddie himself. But it isn’t her fault her best friend and boyfriend are right. There was plenty she had come to love about their small town in her time growing up there–the fact that said best friend and boyfriend also came from Hawkins being a prime example–but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t happy to be far the fuck away from it now. “Who never gave you enough of a chance to see how sweet and funny and amazing you are–not to mention sexy.” 

Steph’s lips twist into a lopsided smile, then, the kind that makes it clear she knows she’s being cute. With a gentle shove, she pushes Eddie back onto the pillows, one hand reaching down to begin tugging at the hem of his Judas Priest crop top. “Even if you are still wearing way too many clothes.”

Eddie laughs, a low sound that sends a shiver up Stevie’s back. “Somebody’s frisky.”

“Damn right I am,” she pouts at him, impatiently sliding the fabric higher and higher up his chest, “now get over here and fuck me.”

“As you wish, princess,” Eddie agrees, voice low and full of promise. 

With a cheeky wink, he pulls Stevie firmly down on top of him, the hot slide of their bodies together exactly what she was looking for. 

And then, ever a man of his word, Eddie proceeds to make good on that promise.

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[tadashisdisaster]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐩_𝐀𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫  - 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 part 1

CWˏˋ°•*⁀➷     idk if there’s gonna be smut here, suggestive humor, college life, breakups, toxic relationship, college boy/girl curiosity

AN ~ arny is so JJGSJIISOJAMAHJSJSISH IDFK. also comment below if u have an addiction to coffee? I do☕️ vanilla mocha latte🤍or just plain coffee with a medium amount of creamer and 3and a half spoon fulls of sugar. 😌Yus pls.

You slam your door and chuck your shoes off to the side. “FUCK.” Arny peeks his head through the crack of his door. “Um, so…how’s your day been?”

You and Arny have been roommates for a full year now. You two have grown really close over the past few years, and so have feelings that remain one sided. Arny has been your friend since high school. Sure you had your ups and downs but that’s what make you two so compatible.

You rip open the fridge and snatch 3 strawberry milk boxes and flop yourself on the couch. You peal the straw off the box and stab the top of the box with the bottom of the straw. ‘SIIIIIPPPP’ you sigh and place the box on the coffee table and lay down.

Arny (who had been watching you practically rip the fridge door off and murder a milk box) finally opens his bedroom door all the way and shuffles towards you.  He places his hands on his hips and look down at you.

“Rough day huh?” You don’t look at him as you quickly click through your anime series, selecting one and letting the remote slip from your hand to the floor. “How’d you know?” Arny raises his hand, pointing to the fridge. “You literally-” you roll your eyes and respond again without looking at him.

You knew that if you looked at him you would bawl your eyes out, but you wanted to stay mad. You wanted to wallow in your own self pity. 

“That was a rhetorical question….doof.” Arny lets out and over exaggerated gasp and puts his hand on his chest. “Well I never…in a million, trillion, billion, years have never been so insulted in my life.”  You snort and hide your face in the pillow you had stuffed under your head. “Leave me alone, Barney.” Arny, being used to the old high school nickname, let out a chuckle, “So, that’s how it is…” he climbs on top of you, tickling your sides.

“A-arny…” you try to breathe, “s-stop!” Not really paying attention to the not so innocent position you two were in at the moment, you wrap you arms around his neck, tossing your head back as you continued to laugh.

Arny looks at you, unwanted thoughts creep into his mind. Watching you laugh made his mind race. He subconsciously leans his head to your neck, his nose softly brushes against the your beating pulse, making you jolt.

“Um…Arny?” You hold you hands together at you chest as you shyly look away at the floor. Arny backs off you and quickly licks his lips out of nervous habit. You two sit in silence wait for the other to speak up and break the thick tension.

Arny clears his throat, “Ehem, so, a-about you day?” You fidget with the ring on your finger. His gaze was soft yet intense, making you take a quick glance at your concerned friend then quickly look away. He smirks at how shy you’ve always been, even after 5 years of friendship.

Arny sighs and gets up, “Well if you really don’t wanna talk about what happened then I guess i’ll just have’ta-” you grab his pant leg pinched between your index and thumb. You haven’t bothered to lift your head, afraid to show your flushed face, “He…he cheated on me.”

Your hand fell to your lap. Tears stung the corners of your eyes. All he could do was look at you with utter frustration and confusion, wondering why a girl like you, would decided to go with that douche, Damion, instead of him, who obviously cared so much about you.

Arny ran his hand through his curls and sat back down on the couch. After a few more seconds of silence he clears his throat, “Well…” you look up at Arny, his arms open wide as he looked away from you, his cheeks a tinge pink. You crawl across the sofa and into his arms.

You sobbed into his chest. “Why Arny, why?” Arny knew he couldn’t answer. There were so many answers but only one spoke louder, “I-I don’t know.” He stroked your hair planting a small kiss to your temple. You had the tendency to fall for toxic guys, making you and your life miserable. You would get upset (angry) whenever he would tell you “He’s not that great of a guy y/n, if you would just-” you’d end up arguing and the fight always ended in “YOU’RE NOT MY FUCKING DAD, GOD, GET THE FUCK OF MY BACK ARNY!”

You had avoided Arny until your boyfriend either left, cheated or did other things to you that made you leave the relationship, only then would you find your way back to him and cry your heart out. “I don’t think I wanna date anymore.” You blankly state as you look at you fuzzy duck socks.

Arny hums at your response knowing that your “statement” wasn’t going to last that long. You said that every time your heart got shattered to a million pieces, then (with Arny’s help of course) put the pieces back together and then hand the not fully healed heart to another.

You get up and walk towards your room. “I’m gonna go shower…and wash this,” you do a circular motion with your pointer finger around your mascara covered face. “l’ll see you for dinner. Or maybe order something, I might even cook if i don’t feel tired, you know how I get after a good wash.” You awkwardly chuckle walking to your door. Just as you grab the knob Arny stops you.

“When did you get-”

Arny’s hand was gently placed on yours preventing you from continuing to turn the door knob. Maybe you were too busy rambling about dinner, that you hadn’t  noticed him get up and walk behind you, but the way his warm chest brushed against your arm sent goosebumps up and down your spine.

“Y/n, I…” you blush waiting for him to finish his sentence. His face was dangerously close to yours making you yearn for more contact. “Y/n I love you.”

To be continued…..

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[reigningqueenofwords]

Home

Pairing: McCoy x Reader Word count: 3,778 Warning: Tiny bit of angst

Read on AO3

You sagged as you looked at the clock. Another night without so much as seeing your husband. It had been 24 hours since he’d been home, and you missed him. The amount of times you had to pack up leftovers for him was nearing a full week at this point. Other friends were packing up snacks for playdates. You were packing up food your husband would eventually just take to work, and hopefully get time to eat. At this rate, you didn’t think you’d ever have the same type of life as your friends. You really did want a family one day, or at least a dog. But co parenting anything living right now would be a disaster. You’d be doing it solo, and you worked, too! 

As you went to get ready for bed, you checked your phone for the hundredth time and sighed. You had been with Leonard for a few years now, but you supposed you didn’t know what you were truly signing up for. Seeing nothing, you put your phone on silent and put it down. You had already showered so you got into bed for the night and found yourself wiping your cheeks. While you loved that he wanted to help people, you would have also liked to not feel single again. 

You had gotten together his last year of residency and he was constantly showering you with attention. While you didn’t need it constantly, you now felt you were not worth a text or call. Hell, he could shoot you a damn emoji at this point and it would mean the world. The last time you had a full conversation was at least a few weeks ago. Everything else had been interrupted by a page or call. Could you do this much longer? You’d only been married just over a year and you felt like you already lost him. You hugged his pillow tightly and tried to get some rest. 

Come morning, you needed a lot of coffee. You were tired, having not slept well. You were off that day, and didn’t know how to spend your time. You checked the fridge to get your creamer and your heart hurt as you saw some missing leftovers. Was Leonard here? “Leo?” You called out. When you were met with silence, you closed the door harder. He had come home and not even bothered waking you or leaving a note? You felt sick. Putting the creamer on the counter, you pulled out your phone to send him a text. 

Thanks for at least taking the food I cooked you, I guess. 

Part of you, a very tiny part, wondered if there was someone at work he liked so much he just had to get back. You had worried about that in the beginning since you weren’t in the same field. Your heart skipped when your phone lit up but it was only Uhura. Sniffing, you opened her text, contemplating asking to stay with her for a couple days. You tapped the table a little and decided to do that. 

Hi, are you busy tonight? And tomorrow? And tomorrow night? Can I visit? You hoped you didn’t sound completely desperate but you figured she’d understand. You continued on making your coffee as you waited for her to reply. 

Of course. Everything okay? 

Not great. Haven’t seen my husband in a day and a half. You typed out quickly. Thank you. You sent another, looking forward to not being alone. Want me to grab some lunch on my way over? 

Sure and I’ll pull out some drinks <3 Spock might pop in on his lunch break but he won’t bother us. She promised. I’ll see you in a bit. 

Running a hand through your hair, you transferred your coffee from a mug to a travel mug. Once you did that you went to get ready and pack. It didn’t take you long, and just twenty minutes later, you were pulling out of your driveway. Glancing in your rearview mirror, you teared up as you watched the house you bought with Leonard get smaller. It had been such an amazing day when you got it. You had pictured a couple of little feet running around at that time, but that image was fading. Your eyes shot to your wedding ring for a split second, then back at the road. 

Leonard finally came home at midnight that night, barely making it to the couch before he flopped on it and fell asleep. He had the next couple of days off and planned to rest, which is how he slept a straight ten hours. Finally getting up, he ran his hand down his face and scrunched his nose. “I need to shave.” He muttered. He shuffled to the bathroom to wake himself up, figuring you were still asleep as he didn’t smell coffee. He’d crawl into bed to hold you for a bit after.

Once he was clean and felt brand new he smiled and went to the bedroom. His smile fell when he found a perfectly made bed. He checked the time and had no idea if you told him you had plans. Walking out of your shared room, he went to the office to check the calendar. Nothing. He was starting to worry. He rushed to find his phone, hoping everything was alright. He called you as soon as he had it.

He bit his lip as he waited for you to answer, pacing a bit. His heart was hammering in his chest before he heard you pick up. “Baby?” He breathed. “You okay?” 

“Leonard.” You said simply. “I’m fine. I’m with Uhura.” 

“Oh.” He sighed in relief. “Glad you’re safe.” He sat down on the couch. “What time will you be home? I’ll order take ou—“ His phone beeped at him, making him pinch the bridge of his nose.  “Dammit.” He mumbled. 

You sighed. “Goodbye, Leonard.” Your voice cracked. 

“Wait. When will you be home? I’ll see what I can do.” He said quickly. 

“A couple days, probably.” You sniffed. “You probably won’t be home either way.” 

“Babe...I’m sorry.” He said gently. “It’s been a killer week. I know. Maybe for my next day off we go out?” 

“It’s been like this for weeks! You don’t ever have a damn day off! I haven’t seen you in three damn days !” You told him. “And you only come home for food. Which is fine but I would’ve been thrilled to be woken up by you.” You sniffled. “I don’t know anymore…” You said honestly as his phone beeped again. “I feel like the other woman. Go. Just… go.” You sighed. 

Leonard opened his mouth but you hung up. He sighed heavily and rubbed his face. He’d make it up to you. He had to. You were his wife, and he loved you so much. He’d have flowers sent over once you were home. It was a start, at least. Getting up, he groaned as he went to get dressed. 

You stared at the wall a day later, not believing you were actually thinking of separating from your husband. Nothing felt right. You stayed, and you broke your own heart. You leave, and you break both your hearts. But you couldn’t see yourself doing this everyday. Licking your lips, you got up off the guest bed that you were using at Uhura’s and grabbed your bag. You packed up your stuff slowly, mind racing. You’d be going home to pack up as much of your life as you could, and wait until he got home to tell him you were leaving him. 

You hugged Uhura tightly and thanked her for everything before leaving. She felt for you, and told her that you were always welcome there. The drive back to your house was short and you knew your mind was elsewhere. Your heart hurt, and it felt like someone was sitting on your chest. 

You were almost done packing your 4th box the following day when you heard the front door open. The living room had two suitcases and a couple boxes you’d managed the day before. Today you were more numb, moving on autopilot. You sighed as you stood and put your hands on your hips as you waited. This was not going to be fun. 

Finally, he walked through your bedroom door. “Babe, what’s with the boxes and suitcases?”  He looked at you, brow furrowed. 

You took a deep breath. “I’m leaving.” You said simply. “I’m going to stay with my sister while I look for a place.” You wiped a tear from your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

He blinked, not believing he heard you right. “What? Leaving? For how long?” He asked, as if he thought you’d be back. “A break? I didn’t know you needed one.” He was rambling. 

Licking your lips, you felt the tears really start. “For good.” It hurts like hell to say. “I’m not the love of your life, the hospital is. I’m basically a live in maid and cook at this point. And I’m not about to be a single mom.” You told him, sniffling. 

He stared at you. “No. I’ll fix this.” He quickly went up to you and cupped your face but you stepped back. “Please don’t leave me.” He pleaded. 

“You’re the one who left first.” You held your chin high, how? You weren’t sure. “I’m sorry, Leonard. The moving truck will be here tomorrow.” Your voice was shaky. 

He looked down. “You’re sure?” He asked, voice broken. “There’s no hope for us?” He looked back at you. 

You shook your head. “No. I thought things would get better, but we can’t even talk on the phone anymore without interruptions. I love that you help people, I do. I just never realized there wouldn’t be any room for me.” You hiccuped slightly from trying to hold back tears. “Which means there’s no way this can work.” There would be no little pink plus signs, no adopting a pet, no celebrating more anniversaries. Your future hopes were gone.

He deflated further. “I’m so sorry.” He said quietly. “I didn’t realize how bad it got.”

“You weren’t here enough to realize.” You told him. “We’ll worry about the paper work next week or something.” You knew that would be hell. “I do love you, Leonard.” You said softly. 

“I love you so much. Please rethink this. Take as long as you need but...come back.” He begged. It killed you to hear him like this, but you knew that if you stayed...nothing would change. You’d go days without seeing him, weeks without a proper conversation, you’d sleep every night alone, you’d wake up alone, and you just couldn’t mentally handle that. And neither could your heart. 

You simply nodded and looked back at your box. “I’m almost finished.” You said, hoping to end the conversation. 

He bit his lip. “I’ll always be here.” He said sadly before you heard him walk out of the room. 

You focused on your box, willing yourself not to cry again. When you heard the front door open and close, you took a break to hug your knees to your chest. 

Kirk opened the door and his eyebrows shot up. “You look like shit.” He muttered. “What the hell happened?” He asked as he stepped aside to let Leonard in.

He sighed heavily. “We’re separating. Well, she’s divorcing me…” He sat on his couch, rubbing over his face. “She’s packing now and I couldn’t just stand there and watch.” He gripped his hair in his hands. “It’s over, Jim.”

Kirk sagged slightly as he sat near his friend. “Shit, like over over?” When he nodded, he patted his back. “What brought it on?” He saw you guys as so in love. He used to tease him over how ‘grossly in love’ you two were. 

“My work schedule.” Leonard looked down. “These past couple weeks have been rough and I guess that was the final straw.” He shook his head. “She pointed out that the last real conversation we had that wasn’t interrupted was weeks ago. The last time she saw me before today was over three days ago. Hell, I called her yesterday and just as I was asking about getting takeout...my phone beeped. I was worried. I got up from sleeping on the couch and went to clean up. Went into my room to a perfectly made bed, but I couldn’t remember her having plans. I called her and when I asked when she was coming home, she said a couple days. I didn’t understand. Now I do.”

Kirk hadn’t seen his friend cry often, and watching him pretty much fall apart in front of him was hard. “I’m sorry, Bones.” He said gently. He wouldn’t voice it, but he could see where you were coming from. “Any chance she just wants a break?” He was hoping for that. 

He swallowed. “No.” He sighed, flopping back on the couch. “She said there’s no room for her, that the hospital is the love of my life, and that there’s no way it can work. I’m sure she mentioned something about papers next week. I’m guessing she’s serving me with divorce papers. For a divorce I don’t goddamn want.” 

“Well, you can stay as long as you need. I’ll get you some water.” He stood. “I know you love your job, but can you step down or something?” He shrugged. “I don’t know how that works.” He said before getting him a glass. “Do you have a contract or something?” He handed it to him. “Because I mean, I think in your shoes I’d rather be with her and jobless than at a job miserable because my wife left me.” He wanted you guys both happy, and it’s clear that neither of you were. “I always saw you two having kids and a couple dogs or something.” Was that another reason you were leaving? You wanted a family?

Leonard drank from it and nodded. “Yeah, I thought we would. She mentioned she was basically a live in maid and cook and she wasn’t going to add single mom to that list.” He stared at the glass. “I have a contract but maybe I could talk to someone.” He sipped the water. “When I called her and she hung up I thought starting to make it up to her would be by sending flowers. That’s not gonna do anything.” He muttered.

“No.” Kirk agreed. “She needs to really see a change.” He knew you meant business if you were already halfway out the house. “And it needs to be a big one, and fast. I don’t know how fast divorces go, but if papers are going to be worked on next week…” 

Leonard nodded. “The one day I have off.” He mumbled and pulled out his phone. “I’ll schedule a meeting with the boss people.” He sighed. “Not even sure what I’ll say but…” You were worth it. He let out a breath. “She loves that I help people, and that’s what I do. How can I be with the woman I love while doing what I love? It seems there’s no middle ground.”

The blonde nodded. “Yeah.” He rubbed his jaw as he thought. “I mean you can’t just cut your hours right?” 

“No. I get called in.” He told him. 

“Hmm. I don’t know. I don’t know which you’re willing to give up.” He said honestly. Kirk had known him for years. He was one of the most driven people he had ever met. 

There was a long silence. “I’m gonna quit my job. I’ll sell the damn house, and tell her we can move wherever she wants and I’ll find a job at a place I won’t be on call.” Even if it took him time to prove it, you were worth it. 

Kirk looked surprised. “Okay. As long as you’re happy. Not worth it if you hate your job and take it out on her.” He said simply. “Take the afternoon to think about the entire situation?” 

He nodded. “Yeah, alright.” He agreed, leaning back. “Thanks, Jim.” 

Sitting in your sister’s guest room, boxes surrounded you. This wasn’t your home, but even your home really wasn’t your home anymore, either. You were grateful she had room, but you knew you’d have to find your own place soon. You felt like you could just sleep forever at the moment. You hadn’t taken your ring off yet and you found yourself playing with it as you laid back. You knew it was unhealthy but you pulled out your phone to look at old pictures of you and Leonard. Back when he spent time with you. The first one that came up was from six months before. He had been trying to make you a nice dinner, but you kept distracting him because of how hot he looked in the apron. The picture was him looking at you sideways, cocking an eyebrow at you, trying not to smile.  Your heart hurt at the memory. Snuffing, you swiped to the next one, unaware that he was doing the same on Kirk’s couch.

It had been a few days and you were barely eating cereal, dreading calling your lawyer for the papers. You’d taken some personal time off work, which you knew couldn’t last forever. Your sister and her husband were off at work, leaving you in the completely silent house until right before dinner. You were sitting on the couch, staring at the fireplace when there was a knock on the door. You sighed, figuring it was a delivery or something. You went to open it, faking a smile. 

“Hi.” Leonard swallowed, holding out a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

“Leonard.” You said softly, taking them automatically. “Thank you...but what are you doing here?” You asked, letting him in, chewing on your lip. “I’m surprised you aren’t at work.”

He came out with it quickly. “I quit yesterday.” He said softly. 

You stared at him. “You...quit?” You asked, not sure you heard him right. “The job you love more than anything? The one you basically live at?”

“I didn’t love it more than you.” He rubbed his jaw. “So I quit. It wasn’t worth it if I lost you to it.” His voice was soft. He really wanted to pull you close, but didn’t want to risk you pulling away. “And, I want to sell the house.”

You looked more surprised. “Why?” Your brain was still trying to catch up. “You love that house.”

“I do. But only with you in it.” He said simply. “I’m willing to move wherever you want. I have a list of places that I can practice at. As a regular doctor with regular hours.” He explained. “So I can be home, I can spend time with you, and I can work on proving to you that you mean more to me than anything.”

You stared at him, not knowing what to say. This was not close to what you expected to happen today.

He shuffled a bit. “Do...you need time to think about it?” He was really hoping things would go well. He honestly hoped you’d come home. 

“I’m just trying to process this.” You went to put the flowers in some water, thinking it over. The fact that he quit his job spoke loudly to you. It was just something that was so shocking that it was like your brain was trying to catch up to that fact. Once you stepped back in front of him, you eyed him. “Will you hate me down the line for making you quit the job you love?” You asked softly. 

“No. I’d only hate myself if I completely lost you.” He said honestly. “I could never hate you.” He offered his hand to you. “If I had to work some fast food job to prove that to you, I would.”

You bit your lip before taking his hand. “And you won’t have these hours anymore?” You asked. “No more not seeing you for days?”

“No more. I’ll have lunch breaks and evenings.” He tugged you gently, wanting to hug you. “I’ll get to sleep next to you and take you on dates.” 

“I really hope these aren’t empty promises.” You looked up at him. “Please don’t say all this for things to go back to how they were.” 

“I’ll prove to you everyday that I’m sorry and that I’ll do better.” He rubbed your knuckles with his thumb. “Come home. Please.” He pleaded. “We’ll find a new place for us, together.” This entire this was a huge stab to the heart for him, and a wake up call. “Even if that’s some backwoods town with 100 people. If that’s what you want, I’m there.”

You teared up again and found yourself burying your face in his chest. You gripped the back of his shirt, scared he’d disappear. He hugged you tightly, kissing your head as he kept mumbling ‘I’m sorry’s’.” He’d spend the rest of his life making this up to you. “I’ll come home.” You finally choked out. “I, uh, have a lot of boxes upstairs.”

“We’ll figure it out.” He rubbed your back.  “Have you had lunch?” He asked. “Or can I take you out so we can talk about where we’d like to go?” 

You nodded. “Pasta place?” It was your go to when you had hard days. It’d been that way since college. “And maybe tomorrow, when we’re home, we can cook dinner together?” 

He nodded. “Sounds perfect to me, darlin’.” He said gently. “I love you so much.” He’d told Kirk the day he met you that he’d marry you one day. It was love at first sight. 

“I love you.” You said softly. 

Leonard carried another box into your new farmhouse, smiling as he saw you unpacking. He set it down before going to wrap his arms around you from behind. “Hi.” He said cutely. “You look so peaceful right now.”

“I am.” You set down what you were holding and turned in his arms. “This place is so beautiful.” You’d found it on accident while browsing online for a birthday present for your sister. 

“More beautiful with you here.” He grinned and pecked your lips. “Like this place was made for you.”

“For us.” You smiled brightly at him, happy you had your husband back. You ran your hand through his hair, enjoying how he closed his eyes for a moment. “How about we finish getting the boxes in and cuddle for a bit?” 

“Sounds perfect.” He squeezed yo

#bones x reader #mccoy x reader #leonard mccoy x reader

[demisexual-eddie-diaz]

You break it, you fix it:

A Buddie Fic

(Eddie is dating again, and Buck is mad)

Three dates, two weeks.

Eddie has been on three dates, in two weeks.

And that’s not the part that bothers Buck.

I mean, yeah, he hated that he wasn’t the one Eddie was taking on dates. But, it’s not like Eddie liked any of these girls. He’d come back to work the next day and talk about how ‘crazy’ his Tia is for making him go on all these dates, with women he’s not interested in in the slightest. That was, until the fourth date.

“So, Eddie, how was this week's date?” Chim asked as Buck and Eddie made their way to the firehouses table.

“It actually wasn’t that bad.”

“Really?” Hen chimes in, “how so?”

“She’s…nice? I mean, the other women were obviously not my type. But I guess, she could be? I’m not sure, I’d have to go on another date with her.”

“Another date?” Shit. Buck didn’t mean to sound that angry.

Everyone turned their heads towards him, Chim and Hen’s mouths hanging open and Eddie’s face all scrunched up.

“I mean- uh..” Buck started, but then the alarm went off. Thank you, universe, thank you.

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To say Buck was off the rest of the day would be the best way to describe what was going on. In reality, he was pissed. Pissed at Tia Pepe for making Eddie go on these dates and pissed at Eddie for agreeing to them.

But most of all? That woman. He was so, so mad at her. Whoever she is. He imagines her and Eddie at some random restaurant with candles on the table. He’s dressed up for her. And laughing. Laughing at some probably unfunny joke, just to make her happy. He’s supposed to be laughing at Buck’s unfunny jokes. If he even makes jokes that aren’t funny.

“Buck? Helloooo?” He turned his head and saw Hen waving at him.

“Come on, Buckaroo, we’re at a scene.” Chim says, trying to push him out.

“Right, uh, sorry.”

They shared worried looks that Buck can’t see and whispered to keep an eye on him today.

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Despite Buck’s mood, all of the calls went smoothly today. It was back at the station when Buck finally broke.

“Hey, you coming over for pizza tonight? Chris has his sleepover, I’ve just got to dropped him-” Eddie starts

“No, I don’t want to go ‘over for pizza.’ Hell, Eddie, I don’t even want to see you right now. So, can you please just get out of my face and let me go home. You’ve probably got some girl waiting for you anyways. You promised her a second date, right? Yeah, go have fun. Just leave me alone.”

Buck storms off, not even grabbing his bag, and turns the keys in his Jeep with a bang. Great. Now his elbow is bleeding and will likely be bruised.

He heads back to his loft and buries his face in his pillows. It takes mere seconds for him to sobb into them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, DAMNIT BUCKELY.” He screams, punching the pillow next to him.

“You always fuck stuff up. Everything good, you ruin it.” He says, sitting up and running his hand over his hair.

He looks up at the clock, realizing that Chris is already at his sleepover. Maybe it’s not too late to try and fix it.

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After texting Chris a confirmation that he’s already at his friends, and an embarrassing amount of Taylor Swift songs, Buck wipes his tear stained eyes on his sleeve, and walks up to Eddie’s door.

After unlocking the door with a click, he steps into Eddie’s living room, throwing his jacket down on the couch.

“Eddie? Hey, uh, could we talk?”

“One sec, Buck.” Eddie replies, stepping out of the shower. He’s wearing only gray sweats and water is dripping down his chest.

Don’t stare, Buckley, don’t stare, Buckley, don’t stare-

“Uh, sorry, were you going somewhere?” Buck says, finally looking up. Is Eddie,, blushing?

“Yeah, to yours. Wanted to see what was going on. Didn’t feel like it would be a phone conversation, y’know?”

“Yeah, probably not.” Buck sighs, sitting on the bar stool closest to Eddie.

“So..? You going to tell me what’s up?”

“I, are you?” he inhales, deeply, “are you really going to go out with that girl again?” Shit. Did those words really come out of his mouth?

Eddie moves his knee closer to Buck’s, pressing them together.

“Why do you ask?”

He doesn’t know why. Well, yes he does, but he can’t tell Eddie why. He’d ruin it all. Ruin it more than it already is.

“Evan? Can you please tell me why?”

Fuck it.

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“I don’t want you to. Go out with her again. Or anyone else. Ever. Ever again.”

Eddie’s hand moves to Buck’s knee and he attempts to get him to look at him. Buck’s been staring at the floor since they sat down.

“Why, Evan. Why don’t you want me to go out with her again? Or anyone.” He asks, knowing the answer.

Buck finally breaks his staring contest with the floor and looks into Eddie’s eyes. When did he start crying?

“Because, Eddie, I don’t..I don’t want you to see anyone. I don’t want you to need anyone.”

“Need anyone..?”

“But me. I don’t want you to need anyone, but me.”

They’re both crying at this point and Eddie stands him and Buck up, Buck immediately hiding his face in Eddie’s neck.

“Okay. Okay, Evan, I’ll never go out with anyone else again. Except you. And I promise to never need anyone but you ever again. I’ve always needed you, and I always will. I love you so damn much, Evan.” Eddie sobs, running his hands over Buck’s hair.

He kisses the side of Buck’s face,softly. Soothing him. Grounding him. Loving him.

“Good. And I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“For telling you this way.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, mi amor. Not for one second.”

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #gay #911 fox #eddie x buck #eddie and buck #911 on fox #buddie fic #evan buckley x eddie diaz #fanfic #buddie fanfic #gay mlm #eddie diaz my beloved #Eddie is dating again #buck is mad #taylor swift #they’re in love <3 #your honor i love him #domestic fluff #confession #queer #fix it #fix you #911 #fix it fic