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mysweetlixe · 6 months

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-Taking a shower/Bath together

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Chan, who had wanted to come home and relax after a long day at the studio, was startled when he saw that you were not lying your head on the couch in front of the TV. “Baby?” he called out, walking through the house looking for you.

“Where are you?”He followed the sound of running water to the bathroom, and his mouth dropped open in surprise - there you were, in a warm bubble bath with candles lit around the edge.

“What’s this?” He asked, smiling.As you looked up and saw Chan standing in the doorway, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. The way his eyes roamed over your naked body, taking in the steam rising from the water, made you feel as though you were the only thing on his mind."I thought you could use a little relaxation," you said, motioning for him to come closer. "And perhaps some company."

At your invitation, Chan couldn't help but take off his clothes and join you in the tub. The warm water soothed away all of the stress and tension from his day as he sank in next to you. Holding each other close, you let yourselves get lost in the moment as a peaceful silence filled the room.

The bubbles were thick and plentiful as they tried to fill every inch of the tub, wrapping around your skin like tiny clouds. Suddenly, Chan laughed and started blowing them across the surface of the water until your whole world was filled with floating bubbles. He pulled one onto his finger and used it to caress your cheek, sending a jolt of warmth throughout your body.

As you both reclined against each other, allowing yourself to completely relax, you looked up at him with loving eyes.

"Thank you for this," Chan said, his voice barely above a whisper. Y/N smiled and kissed him. "No, thank you - for always taking such good care of me." The two of you stayed in the bath until the water started to cool, emerging with glowing skin and content smiles.

As Chan wrapped a fluffy towel around himself, he looked back at you with so much love in his eyes that it almost took your breath away. Tonight was the perfect reminder that no matter how busy life got, there would always be time for moments like this - moments to cherish and remember forever.

Minho woke up from the morning light hitting his face. He squinted with one eye open and then rolled over, hoping that you would be there. Instead he was met with an empty pillow. Minho groaned and sat up in bed, feeling around to find a cool spot from your body heat on the comforter.

Hearing the sound of water running, Minho got out of bed and padded barefoot down the hallway into the bathroom. The shower door was fogged with condensation.He slowly opened the door and found you standing under the shower head, eyes closed and face relaxed as the hot water cascaded down your body.

Minho couldn't help but admire the beauty of your curves, catching glimpses of your skin through the wisps of steam that filled the room.Without a word, he stepped into the shower behind you. You felt his presence and smiled, turning around to face him. A look of surprise crossed your face before it was replaced with a playful grin.

"Good morning," you said, reaching out to caress his cheek. Minho leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as he savored the feel of your skin against his. "Good morning," he replied, his hands coming to rest on your hips. The water was hot and soothing, and Minho couldn't help but feel relaxed as he stood there with you.

You reached up and lathered soap onto a soft washcloth, then began to slowly massage it over Minho's back and shoulders. He moaned in pleasure as you carefully cleansed his skin, the feeling of your hands sending waves of warmth throughout his body.

When the washing was done, you smiled and leaned forward to kiss him tenderly on the lips. Minho ran his fingers through your hair before pressing his forehead against yours, overcome with happiness and contentment in that moment.

The shower continued for a few more minutes, until eventually the water began to cool. You reached for a big towel, wrapping it around Minho's body before taking your own and drying off. As you turned to walk away, Minho grabbed your arm and pulled you back into an embrace.

"I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You smiled and replied, "I love you too."

You both stayed there for a few more minutes, just holding each other until finally you stepped away. The two of you left the bathroom with warm skin and happy smiles, excited to see what the day would bring.

Changbin had taken Y/N on date and once they got back to their apartment, Y/N took off her shoes, kicked them into a corner, and put on water for tea. Then she turned to Changbin with an impish smile. “ Take a bath with me.” Changbin hesitated, but only for a moment.

He knew Y/N well: when she had an idea, there was no stopping her. So he followed her to the bathroom where she had already filled the tub with hot water and bubbles. The two of them sank shoulder deep into the warm water, and suddenly all that mattered was the two of them in that moment.

Changbin reached out and held Y/N close, feeling her body relax against him as they both let out a contented sigh. Y/N took a bar of soap from the side of the tub and lathered it in her hands before running it along Changbin's back.

His eyes closed as he savored the feeling of her fingers gently massaging his skin and his muscles began to loosen up from all tension until he felt completely at ease body with her soapy hands. Changbin reached for a cloth to rinse off the soap,and then returned the favor, gently washing Y/N's back and shoulders.

The bubbles clung to their skin, making them both feel weightless and carefree. As they sat there in silence, taking in each other's presence, Changbin couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/N. She was always finding new and creative ways to keep their relationship exciting and fun.

And in that moment, he knew he wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world than right there with her in the tub.Y/N leaned back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Changbin wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they enjoyed the warmth of the water.

"I love you," Y/N whispered, breaking the peaceful silence. Changbin smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I love you too," he replied, his heart full of warmth and contentment. As the water began to cool down, they got out of the tub and dried off. They changed into comfortable clothes and headed to the living room where they curled up on the couch, enjoying a cup of hot tea.

As they cuddled together under a blanket, they talked about their day and shared stories until eventually their eyes began to droop from exhaustion. Y/N whispered "Goodnight" before resting her head on Changbin's chest and drifting off to sleep. The two of them stayed like that for hours, just holding each other close as they both felt a deep sense of solace in each other's arms.

Hyunjin saw Y/N sitting at her desk, shoulders hunched over and her head buried in her arms as she rested on the smooth wood. Her glasses had slipped down her nose slightly and Hyunjin knew she was looking at stacks of papers instead of reading what was on them. With an exasperated sigh and a warm smile, he walked closer to her, took them gently off her face, and set them on the desk.

“I know you’re super busy but you’re going to drive yourself crazy if you don’t take a break. Let me do something nice for you.” Y/N looked up at him, her face tired but still managing a smile. “Like what?” Hyunjin took her hand and pulled her to a standing position. “Let me wash you in the shower.

”Y/N blushed slightly, but couldn't deny the offer. Hyunjin took her to the bathroom and began to turn on the water. Y/N waited as he adjusted the temperature just right, not too hot or too cold. He then helped Y/N into the shower, holding her steady as she tried not to slip on the wet tiles.

Hyunjin picked up a bottle of body wash and poured out a generous amount into his hands before rubbing them together to create lather. Gently, he ran his hands along Y/N's skin, tracing the curves of her body and softly caressing her shoulders and back. Y/N felt every single massage like a feather touch from the heavens; all her worries melted away in that moment and she felt nothing but peace.

Hyunjin rinsed off the soap with warm water and then grabbed a towel for Y/N to dry off. He looked into her eyes thoughtfully before saying “I hope you feel better now.” Y/N smiled softly, her heart filled with gratitude and love for Hyunjin. “Thank you,” she said before giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. She knew she would never forget this sweet and tender moment they shared.

Jisung and Y/N were chatting on the couch when his eyes gleamed. “Hey baby, let’s do a spa day.” He smiled at her. She gave him a dubious look. He grinned back. “For real. You go run the bath and I’ll get the candles ready. We’ll do it together!” Y/N grinned, feeling a rush of affection for her boyfriend at his suggestion.

Jisung's footsteps sounded on the tile as he ran off to run the bath, its tendrils of steam curling up into the air and mingling with the scent of lavender-scented candles flickering on the counter. Y/N hummed along softly to the relaxing music trickling in from the living room while placing a small dish of strawberries beside the tub, arranging them just so.

After a few minutes, Jisung called out that the tub was full and steaming with hot water. He held out his hand to help her up from the couch, his fingers intertwining with hers. He gently guided her down into the bathtub where they both sank beneath the rising tide.

The warm water enveloped them both, providing a soothing sensation that relaxed all their muscles. Y/N leaned back as Jisung began to massage her shoulders beneath the surface of the water. His touch sent shivers down her spine and she couldn't help but let out a content sigh.

He moved his hands down her back slowly and methodically, kneading away any tension or knots she may have had in her body. Each movement was precise yet tender, as if he were handling something delicate and precious.

As he worked his way down, she felt herself melting into a deep sense of relaxation that she hadn't felt in ages. The sound of their breathing was all that could be heard in the room except for soft jazz music playing from a distant radio. Jisung chuckled as he saw Y/N's eyes slowly close, her body becoming more weightless with each passing minute.

He continued to massage her until she was completely relaxed and then began to wash her hair with a sweet-smelling shampoo, lathering it in slowly as bubbles cascaded over her forehead.

As Jisung worked his fingers through her hair, Y/N couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to have him as her partner.

He always knew how to make her feel special and loved, even on the most ordinary of days. The feel of his hands in her hair was enough to make her never want to leave this moment. As he finished washing her hair, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the forehead. She smiled up at him with relaxed eyes, pulling him down into a deep kiss.

The two of them stayed in the tub together for what seemed like hours, just enjoying each other's company and the moment. When they finally emerged from the bathtub, Y/N felt refreshed and invigorated. She kissed Jisung on the cheek and thanked him for such a wonderful time. That night, she slept better than ever before.

Felix and Y/N had a little baking date night and things got messy they were covered from head to toe in flour.Felix laughed and grabbed Y/N’s had “ I think we need a shower.” Y/N smiled and let him lead her to the bathroom. Felix started The shower and they both stepped in.

The water was warm and it felt like a soothing embrace as it cascaded over their bodies, washing away all of the flour. Y/N wrapped her arms around Felix's neck, feeling his warmth against her skin and his heart beating in rhythm with hers. He held her close, understanding that this moment was special for them both.

Felix leaned in and whispered into her ear “You look beautiful even covered in flour” Y/N laughed softly, blushing at his words. She looked into his eyes and could see the true sincerity behind them.

He tenderly took her hands in his and began to lather up some body wash between them both, letting the suds cascade down over their bodies as he massaged them into each other’s skin. His hands were gentle but firm as they moved down her back, tracing circles around her curves before moving to her shoulders then finally reaching around to massage the backs of her legs.

Y/N felt completely relaxed and content in his arms, her body melting into a state of bliss with each passing moment. She looked up at him with a grateful smile. He smiled back before slowly sliding down to kneel in front of her, still massaging her feet as he did so.

He took his time, caressing each toe individually before lathering up some shampoo and delicately washing her hair. His fingertips grazed tenderly against her scalp as the suds cascaded down over her face and shoulders. Y/N was filled with gratitude for this man who had taken such good care of her today and every day since they had met, she couldn't help but feel loved and safe in his embrace.

As the shampoo finished rinsing out from their bodies, Felix gave one last kiss on the forehead before turning off the shower and wrapping Y/N in a warm towel. He pulled back to look at her with a smile that said “ gentle nod.

Y/N's heart was filled with love as she stepped out of the shower and into Felix's waiting arms. He wrapped her up in his embrace, allowing her to relax all the way into him as he gently rubbed circles on her back. She leaned in closer, taking in the scent of his clean skin mixed with a hint of the soap they had used together.

Y/N looked up into his eyes and smiled, moved by his kindness and gentleness towards her. She kissed him softly on the lips, silently thanking him for taking such good care of her before leading them both back to the bedroom. As they snuggled together under the covers, Y/N rested peacefully in Felix's arms, feeling safe, loved and content. Time seemed to stand still as they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Seungmin had been looking forward to finally taking a bath with Y/N and he was beyond excited as they filled the tub up with hot water. He grabbed a few of his favorite bath bombs, some candles and put on some soothing music before getting in with her.

As they settled into the tub, Seungmin handed Y/N a glass of red wine, the bubbles dancing on the surface of the water. She smiled in appreciation before taking a sip, feeling the warmth of the liquid spreading throughout her body. The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, basking in the peaceful ambiance of the candlelight and soft music.

Seungmin broke the silence by reaching over and touching Y/N's hand, his fingers interlocking with hers. He looked into her eyes and said, "I'm so glad we're doing this together. It's nice to just relax and enjoy each other's company." Y/N smiled back at him, feeling the connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment.

Seungmin took one of the bath bombs and dropped it into the water, the scent of lavender filling the air. They watched as the colors swirled around, creating patterns on the surface of the water. He then grabbed a loofah and began to massage Y/N's back, his strong hands kneading her tense muscles until you they relaxed.

He continued working his way up her body, giving her neck and shoulders special attention before finally ending at her face. He gently traced circles around her eyes and cheeks with the loofah, soothing away any stress or tension she had been feeling.

As he finished up, Y/N leaned back into his chest with a contented sigh, the two of them staying in that position for what felt like an eternity.

When they finally emerged from the tub, Seungmin grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Y/N before picking her up in his arms. She snuggled into him as he carried her to the bed, their bond growing stronger with each step they took together.

Jeongin was staying over at Y/N’s apartment for the night and as the night winds down, he decided to take a shower with her. He carried her into the bathroom, setting her down gently on the sinks counter before turning the shower on The steam rose from the hot water, fogging up the bathroom mirrors as Jeongin stepped in and beckoned Y/N to follow.

Y/N stepped into the shower, feeling the warmth of the water cascade over her body. Jeongin reached over to grab the shampoo and began to lather it into her hair. His fingers massaged her scalp, sending shivers down her spine as she leaned into his touch.

He then took the conditioner and applied it gently to her hair, making sure to get every strand.

As the conditioner was left to soak in, Jeongin grabbed the body wash and began to lather it up between his hands.

He then started to wash Y/N's body with the suds, his hands moving in a slow, circular motion as they traveled down her back and over her curves.

Y/N let out a soft moan, feeling Jeongin's strong hands on her body. He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "You're so beautiful, Y/N I love you so much."

Jeongin then rinsed the soap from her bodyand grabbed a sponge, softly rubbing it over her skin and paying special attention to her shoulders and neck. As he washed her body, Y/N felt herself becoming more relaxed with each passing second.

Once they were finished, Jeongin stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels from the rack. He wrapped one around himself before grabbing Y/N's hand and leading her out into the bedroom. As she wrapped herself in a towel, Jeongin wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into an embrace.

He looked deep into her eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he said "I love spending time with you like this Y/N." She smiled back at him before burying her head into his chest, feeling content in his arms.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Dirty Work 49

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: friday... just eight more hours of work

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The world trickles back into existence as it shifts around you. A jarring collison has you groaning as your body slides on the floor, just a few inches. You grumble and sit up, back to the door as it's once more pushed from the other side.

You crawl out of way as Loki enters. You stand, wobbly with fatigue, and face him. He snaps the door shut, blocking it with his lithe figure as he looks at you.

“Pet, what are you doing sleeping on the floor?” He reprimands.

You clear your throat and rub your cheek, “waiting for you–”

“Don't,” he warns tersely, “you will not guilt me.”

“I wasn't,” you pout, “I only… never mind.”

You go to the bed and slip under the blankets. You're too tired and hurt and confused. Sleep doesn't help, it only makes it worse. Every time you close your eyes, you hear Thor's sinister timbre and his demeaning words. You feel his weight on you, suffocating you.

You hear Loki moving around the room. You expect him to come to bed but his footfalls trail into the bathroom. The faucet cranks loudly followed by the splashing of water on porcelain.

You turn onto your back and look at the open door to the bathroom. You stare, waiting. Still he does not emerge. You sit up as your eyes drift over. You should leave it, just for the night. It's late and you're both exhausted.

You hang your legs over the side of the bed and push the blankets away. You get up and pad over to the door, keeping close to the wall. You turn the handle, twisting cautiously as you hold your breath.

You stop and wait. He's not coming. You hear him sighing and muttering.

You leave the door ajar and tiptoe out into the hall. You won't go far, you just want to walk around, to get the kinks out of your muscles. Just to feel that tiny tug on your leash.

Your feet carry you downstairs without a thought. You go to the french doors and peer out through the panes at the night. You flip the latch back and ease the door inward. You breathe in the cool but fresh air.

You let it wash over you, trying to cleanse yourself as you shiver. It would all be easier if you could just say it aloud. If he would just listen.

You hear footsteps on the stairs. You quickly shut the door and back away, hiding in the shadows as the moonlight peers in. Loki rushes over and searches through the glass. He grips the handle but before he can rip the door open, you sniff and catch his attention.

“I was just looking,” you murmur.

“Why would you scare me like that?” He snaps and grabs you by the shoulders, wrenching you away from the wall.

“I didn't mean too,” you whimper, “I just wanted to stretch my legs–”

“You cannot sneak off. You cannot,” he shakes you, “I…” he bites down on his thoughts before they can bubble over. “I only mean well for you, pet.”

“You're hurting me,” you whisper as you touch his wrists, “please–”

“I…” he loosens his grip and brushes his hands down your arms, “come back to bed.”

You try to see him through the dark. With his back to the silver moon, you only find a featureless silhouette. You reach to slip his hand from your arm and cling to him. You know it's better to appease him.

You pull him away from the door and turn back through the silent house. You should’ve known better. You’re not even sure why you wandered that far. Maybe just to see anything but those same four walls.

You go back upstairs and he lets you go as you enter the bedroom. He turns to shut the door firmly, dragging his hand down the wood. You look away. He has become your warden.

You climb into bed and pull the rumpled blankets over yourself once more. He nestles in next to you as you lay back against the pillows. He kisses your shoulder, a surprisingly gentle gesture. Had he not lectured you hours before for talking too much?

The pendulum of his moods has you swinging just as wildly.

“Pet, I only want to keep you safe, you understand, don’t you?” He tickles along your arm as his gaze sears into you. You stare at the ceiling restraining your exasperation.

“I do but… there’s a gate, you don’t need to keep me in just this room, do you?”

He doesn’t respond as he rubs your arm. He shimmies closer and stretches his arm across you. He holds you close as he sighs.

“I’m tired,” he says and presses his chin to the top of your head. The conversation’s over. Again.

✨

You drift into a black void. At first, there are no dreams. You are nothing, you feel nothing. A rare taste of peace before the fractured visions break through the blackness.

Trees, towering above you, leaves like curtains above, blocking out the sky, casting darkness all around you. You’re running, gasping for breath as the thunder rolls behind you. You hear it, you feel it, shaking the earth beneath your bare feet.

You glance down at your white dress, streaked in blood and mud. You stumble forward, shielding yourself with your arms as the brush scratches your flesh. Your feet slip and slide and tendrils coil around your limbs. The vines wrap around you, restraining you as the storm cracks above you.

The thunder peters out to grizzly laughter. A burly figure emerges from the umbrous space between the thick trumps. It’s him; Thor. His blue eyes glow as the cut across his cheek leaks and he opens and closes his massive fists. He comes closer, until he’s right before you.

He raises his hands to your throat and circles his fingers around it. You squeak as he squeezes, tighter and tighter. He chokes you until your vision speckles. Your eyes lull back in your skull and when you can breathe again, you’re sarong up at the leaves, fragments of the sky peeking between the foliage.

There’s a tremor beneath you. As if the earth moves. Then you realise, it’s you. You’re moving. There’s something atop you. Someone. Smothering you. Rutting into you as your bones split and your insides burn like acid.

You smell wet mud and pine, a hint of sweat seeping into your lungs. Thor’s beastly growls crawl over your skin as he bites into your throat, pinching until you shriek. He holds you down as he snaps his pelvis against you, threatening to break you in half.

Your eyes open and a shadow hovers over you. Reality slowly sets in as you stare at the ceiling, damp breaths puffing over your face. Your chest binds and you choke on your own breath. It’s real.

He purrs as he kisses your cheek, holding himself above you as he lays between your legs. His hand is buried against your pelvis as he pets you, kissing you all over your face and neck. You whimper and hit his shoulders. He’s gentle but unyielding. Your head is pounding and your body aches.

The panic flows up from your stomach and a sheet of ice covers your body. You blink. What’s happening? It’s him. It must be him. How did he get to you?

“Stop!” You cry out, “stop!”

“Pet?” The warped voice calls to you.

“No, Thor! No, please, don’t– don’t hurt me!” You beg as your eyes narrow on the figure over you.

To your surprise, he stops. He lifts himself stiffly from you and a long arm reaches over to pull on the chain of the lamp. The bulb illuminates Loki’s features, his face wrought in terror that mirrors your own. You thought…

“I’m sorry, I—”

“You think I am like him? Like that monster–”

“No, no, I was dreaming, and—”

“Pet, you were moaning, you… I thought you were—” he swallows and pushes himself off you altogether, “awake.”

He sits up and sings his legs over the edge of the bed. He bends forward and holds his head. You don’t move as you watch him. You’re mortified. The bed jostles as he stands abruptly.

“I am not like him,” he snarls, “pet, you know– I… you begged me for more. You were crying out my name and now you treat me as some monster.”

You sit up, lip trembling, “no, I was confused. I was asleep, I didn’t know–” You scramble to the foot of the bed as he strides away.

“You think I would let him get his hands on you again? You wander off and tell me you are safe and yet here you are, screaming,” he huffs as he turns on you, “as if I haven’t taken every measure to keep you safe and you override them, then tell me not to worry.”

“Loki, please, just… I don’t need locked doors, I need you to talk to me,” you stand and rush towards him, latching onto his arm, “I need you to hear me.”

“I heard you,” he shudders as he looks down at your touch, “you called me by his name.”

“Because… because…” you suck in a shaky breath as a sob threatens to spill over, “because you won’t listen–”

“No, you will not listen. Hm? You will not obey me and that is all I’ve ever asked of you. You will not stay where I can keep you safe. From him,” he hisses, “you will not hear me when I tell you it is for your own good. You do not see what I do for you.”

He shakes his head and rips free of your clutch, “I took you away from that ogre you called a father. By my measure, no one ever bothered to do so much. Not even a birthday cake.

"I have given you a home, a purpose. I was a fool, I put you in harm’s way, I acknowledge my errors,” he tilts his head and curls his lips, “but I saved you. I found you and I made sure he did not hurt you. I have kept you safe which you cannot say about anyone else.”

“Loki, don’t,” you wilt as your heart pangs. He is right but that doesn't mean it doesn’t hurt.

“If you hadn’t run away, if you had trusted me,” he accuses as he wags his finger at you. “To think I would ever want her again. After all I’ve done for you, I would not throw those efforts away.”

Your lip quivers and you recoil, pressing your hands above your heart, “no, you wouldn’t throw away all you’ve done, but what about me? I am what you call you, am I not? A pet? A stray you picked up off the street.”

“Perhaps, for you have become rabid,” he retorts.

You flinch and take a step back. You curl your fingers through each other, keeping your hands over your chest. Your tears spill over as you push your lower lip out and croak his name. You shake your head, trying to ward off your despair but it only rains down harder. You sob and cover your mouth.

His brow twitches and his cheek tics. You see the doubt colour his eyes. He reaches for you, “pet, I–”

You back away and turn your back to him, “leave me alone.”

“I didn’t mean… we are both very emotional,” he pleads as his fingertips graze your shoulder.

You shrug him off and keep ahead of him, “no, no, don’t touch me,” you hurry towards the bathroom.

“Pet–”

“I am not your pet!” You spin as you enter the bathroom and he staggers just a foot away, stunned by the swell of your anger, “I am nothing. Just as you say, my own father couldn’t love me.”

“I didn’t–”

You slam the door and throw yourself against it. You flick the lock into place and lean against the wood, heaving painfully as your sadness rattles through you. He slaps the door from the other side and says your name.

“You did!” You holler through, “you said what you meant. You told… the truth.” You sink down to your knees, crumpling onto the tile, “so leave me alone. What do you care anyway?”

He repeats your name, softer and you hear him slide down the outside of the door, “I care… if I didn’t…”

“Be quiet,” you murmur in exhaustion.

He abides, just for a moment before he speaks again, “I will be here… when you require me.”

You lay in a heap. Weak and worn out. You just want him to leave you alone. If he can’t let you free, then he can go away. You don’t need him to remind you that he’s all you have.

You gulp as sobs force their way up your throat. You cry until your head pulses and your throat is hoarse. You cry until you are drained dry. You’re left bleary and broken.

Walpurgisnacht is supposed to mark a new beginning but everything is just as bleak as it always was.

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angellayercake · 2 months

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You know you have it bad when you start fantasizing about the silliest softest things imaginable.

Travelling alone is an absolute nightmare on your skin, let alone wearing and sweating in the thick paints every night. Using only horrible hotel room water and cheap soap to wash it off and he is from a generation of men that do not know what moisturiser is.

One day you get tired of seeing him rub at his face with a soapy wash cloth so you take matters into your own hands. You confiscate his usual products and send him into his post ritual shower with a foamy cleanser with careful instructions to only use his hands.

He grumbles when he is finished the stubborn black paint still covering his face but you shush him as you wrap him in the fluffy complimentary robe and sit him in front of you at the mirror. He spares you one last glare before he closes his eyes at your request and lets you get to work.

You begin with a cleansing balm, melting away the remnants of his paint until there are no traces left even in the most stubborn areas. His thick eyebrows, the corners of his eyes and his jawline. He is starting to relax under your hands already, his shoulders relaxing and his brow smoothing at least as much as it can. There are some lines so deep that no amount of relaxation will smooth away but you love him all the more for them.

You wipe the product away with damp cotton pads until his face is clean and clear and as reluctant as he is to admit it this already feels much better than his usual routine as you generously called it. You explain what you are doing as you continue through the next steps. Gentle acidic exfoliation focusing just on the dryer patches that form at the corners of his lips and between his eyebrows.

He had scoffed when you had first explained the products you had chosen but as you apply each layer he begins to feel the deep hydration you are working into his skin. The usual stiff tightness he ignores as he collapses in his bed never even starts as you pat toner into his skin and he can't help the range of expressions he pulls in the mirror without feeling that familiar uncomfortable pull.

You encourage his eyes closed again so you can smooth some light cream over his eyelids, the delicate skin especially abused by his thick black paint and vigorous scrubbing to remove it. Then a thicker balm for his lips though you suspect this is one product he is more than familiar with. You were well acquainted with his soft lips and the fact that they were never ever chapped.

Finally you apply the moisturizer, working it everywhere you can reach, soothing the tension in his temples and jaw, sweeping across his cheekbones and forehead and working down his chin to his neck until every bit of product has been absorbed.

You settle your hands over his chest feeling his slow steady heartbeat and watch as his eyes flutter open, lost as he was in your gentle treatment of him. His face is glowing but not only from the lotions and potions but from his satisfaction. You have shared something with him that may seem small or insignificant but that shows you care for him in a way very few people have before.

He presses his hands to his face marveling at how soft it feels and accuses you of working some kind of magic and demands you explain to him exactly what you did to make him feel so good. You swat at his chest playfully. You had been explaining all along if he had bothered to listen but he takes your hands in his, kissing your palms and explaining how he couldn't have concentrated on anything but your talented fingers.

He gives you that look you can never resist and smiles when you go all the way back to the beginning, listening intently as you explain but only relinquishing one of your hands for your demonstration. You would go through it all a thousand times if I made him as happy as he looks in this moment.

#this is more embarrassing than any of the smut i have ever written #i just want to look after him 😭#terzo #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #my writing

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ackermanbloodline · 8 months

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The Lethality of Silence - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Summary: Levi comes home from a mission unable to speak or function. You take care of him.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Fluff to eventual smut. MDNI, 18+. Idk I wrote this a while ago and I'm noticing tense usage is all over the place but don't really want to edit it so I apologize for that. Anyway, enjoy!

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The sun is now setting outside the home that you and Levi bought almost a year ago together. Warm colors flood the room as you look towards the window in worry, wondering if Levi is alright. He and his squad were conducting a mission outside the walls and concern always flooded you when he wasn’t back home by sundown. It means the mission went either really well or very badly. Nothing in between. You begin to pace back and forth, unable to just sit still anymore.

Even though you had cleaned the house until it was practically shining and your hands were cracked because of the dryness, you wipe down everything again. Whenever you’re stressed, you clean. That’s a habit that you and Levi share.

Another hour passes before you hear the opening and closing of the front door. Faster than you can register it, you throw the rag down and pad over to the walkway. You find Levi hunched over with his head up against the door, leaning against it. Blood spattered his clothes, marring the Scouts insignia on his cloak, and caked messily in his black hair.

“Levi?” you call quietly, being careful to not startle him. In response to your calling, a heavy sigh heaves from his body. You still cannot tell what kind of direction the mission went. Once you can see his face, you’ll be able to.

You reach your hands up and over his shoulders, unpinning the green cloak from his body. His muscles are tense under your touch. Your heart wrenches. You walk over to the washer, lift up the lid, and put it in. You turn back towards Levi and plant a kiss on the back of his neck. You wrap your arms around his body but he doesn’t reciprocate the gesture in any way.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You help Levi get undressed as you run a bath for him, shimmying various items of clothing off him and carefully tossing them in the dirty clothes basket in the corner of the bathroom. He winces every now and then again but doesn’t say a word. All you can hear is his breath trembling just ever so slightly. He tries hard to hide it but he fails. Various marks litter his skin, the early stages of a number of bruises. One encased his entire left rib cage. Your fingertips lightly traced it. You swallow a thick wad of salvia to keep your composure.

Once he’s completely undressed, he sinks into the tub and his body disappears into the sudsy water below. Almost immediately, the water mutates into a dawn-tinted color. You sit on your knees on one side of the tub and motion him to sink further so his hair goes into the water. Your hand wraps around the back of his neck when he does so and your other hand is being used to softly scrub his scalp with shampoo.

He closes his eyes in relaxation and after a while, you notice he’s asleep. His trembling stops and his breaths are slow and steady in and out through his nose. His eyebrows are relaxed. His near-constant frown is turned upward into a straight line. He’s never looked more at peace. You look down at him in admiration and continue to wash him, trying to cleanse him from all the stress and worry from the day. Once his head is done, you grab a clean washcloth draped over the faucet and dunk it under the water. You wring it and bring it up to his face, tenderly stroking his cheeks and forehead from grime. Each time revealing more and more of his flawless complexion. You take this moment to admire his beauty. While he isn’t good with compliments and hates it when you make a huge fuss over him, he is, undoubtedly, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

And he’s all yours.

Once his body is all washed up, you lean forward and kiss his lips, cheeks, nose, forehead. He stirs awake and his eyes crack open. You give him a small smile.

“You need to rinse off.”

He stands up and you turn on the shower now, making sure every spec of dirt is washed off. From the other side of the shower curtain, you wipe down his entire body again. He is as stiff as a board and doesn’t move. The hot stream of the shower against his scalp feels borderline euphoric to him.

He steps out of the shower and dries himself off after you give him a towel which had been sitting by the woodstove. His movements are limited and minimal. You retrieve black sweatpants, boxer briefs, and a white shirt from his drawers and set them on the sink.

“Here are some pajamas. Are you hungry?”

He says in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard, “No.”

“Levi, please, you should eat something. How about some bread and tea?”

“Okay.”

You leave him in the bathroom to get dressed and go to the kitchen. You put a small loaf of bread on the woodstove as well as the kettle. You lean on the counter and run a hand through your hair, taking a deep breath as you do so. You’ve never seen Levi like this, ever, and you two had been together for a few years. What in the hell happened during this mission?

You have absolutely no plans to ask him tonight. It can wait until tomorrow. Right now, all you’re focused on is making him feel at home and relaxed.

The bread and tea are both steaming when you set them on the dining table. Levi had gone to his bedroom and shut the door. You knock on the door.

“Honey?”

“Come in.”

You step through the doorway to find Levi’s head in his hands and sitting on his bed. Your heart aches as you walk over and sit down next to him, carefully palming large circles onto his back. He reaches out and places a hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. You take that as a ‘thank you.’ Levi had an easier time communicating through action rather than words themselves. Moments like this are when that theory proved true.

“The food is ready.”

“Okay.”

The two of you eat in silence. You split the bread loaf in half and he takes longer to eat his half than you. He has no problem getting the tea down, per usual. But something is better than nothing. The quietness is deafening yet calming for the both of you. Levi takes about a half-hour to eat his food. Once you two are done, you take the plates and quickly wash them before placing them in the drying rack.

You pad back over to your boyfriend and carefully straddle his hips while he’s still seated in the chair. He looks up at you with lifeless eyes. But there’s something deep inside them that speaks to you, even now. You brush some of his hair back from his face and set your hand on the side of his face. You gently place your lips on his, kissing him in the most passionate, loving way you can.

He weakly wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. While the kiss is very slow, there’s a certain intimacy to it. The kiss deepens and you rotate your head so the two of you lean your heads to the left. His tongue lazily explores yours. His hands settle on the sides of your thighs as your fingers find their way to his hair and stroke delicately. A barely distinguishable groan emits from the back of Levi’s throat. Wetness starts to gather in between your thighs and you can feel Levi’s cock hardening beneath you.

This certainly wasn’t on your docket for the night but you aren’t opposed to it.

You pull away from Levi, searching his face for any hints of what he’s thinking.

“Hey,” you say, leaning your forehead against his. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

He brushes his mouth against yours and you close the gap once again. You wrap your hands around the back of his chair and you grind your hips down on his. His length presses up against your cunt deliciously and a surge of pleasure washes through both of you. Levi makes another sound, moaning, a little louder this time. You want to make him feel good, to make him feel better. You couldn’t give a shit less about what your own body wanted.

Your lips travel from his mouth to his jawline to his neck, making him squirm a little underneath when you work to suck, lick, kiss, and bite the skin there. He shifts his hips upward to get some relief, but not nearly high enough as he usually can. It’s frustrating to him. You gently hump him as you kiss on his neck and the combination is enough to drive Levi wild.

“I wanna make you feel good,” you whisper into his neck.

“Then do it.”

You take his words as a challenge. You stand up and kneel down to your knees in front of him. His eyes are glued to you like a car crash. You lift up his shirt partially and kiss his abs, slowly making your way down to the waistband of his underwear. His muscles contract under your mouth and he throws his head back when you trace two fingers underneath the band. Once his underwear and sweatpants are down to his knees, his cock springs free. You waste no time and take it into your mouth.

His hands firmly grip the armrests of the chair as you go to work on him. His knuckles are white and veins are bulging. Various curses and groans leave his lips, but no coherent sentences. His hips buck up into your mouth, causing his tip to hit the back of your throat. Tonight, you challenge yourself. You take a deep breath and try your best to take him in his entirety. Your lips, inch by inch, lower further and further down onto his shaft. Your eyes sting slightly but you ignore it and continue to push.

Your lips meet the base of his dick, your nose buried in his pubic hair, and he lets out a louder moan. You are able to deepthroat him and, as a result, he calls out for you in pure pleasure. You bob your head up and down slowly, wanting to break him down in every single way. Your hands steady themselves on his naked, muscular thighs and you use them to balance yourself.

He runs a hand through your hair, gripping softly. He whimpers, “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

He uses your scalp to softly guide your lips up and down onto him. He tries his best to keep his eyes open, to see how pretty you look as you devour him, but the pleasure is too much. It is not long at all before he’s already starting to shake. Part of him is embarrassed that he approaches that edge so quickly, but he couldn’t help it. It’s you.

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and breathes loudly as he approaches his orgasm. Just as he is about to be pushed over, he lifts you off him quickly and collapses back into the chair. You are confused as you are left on your knees in between his.

“C’mere,” he says, holding his hand out and using his index and middle fingers to usher you towards him. “Please.”

You sit back down on his lap and kiss him as he requests. He tastes himself on your tongue and the thought makes him even harder. So much so, in fact, that it’s almost painful. He pulls away and looks into your eyes.

“Fuck me.”

His voice is so sultry that it makes you drip with desire.

“Baby, no, it’s okay, I don’t want anything tonight. I want to make you feel good.”

“I’ve been through hell tonight and you are single-handedly the closest to heaven that I’ll ever experience,” he explains and looks down between your legs, your cunt sitting on top of him. “Please, sweetheart, please just fuck me.”

He is almost pleading at this point. You bite down on your lip in lust. You push your shorts and underwear to the side and you are already so wet that he goes in with ease. Both of your mouths drop open when you gasp as it goes in, reveling in that initial feeling of being so full of him and feeling your warmth encasing his cock. Your eyes roll back into your head, pulling him close to you as you relish how wonderful he is inside you.

You lower your body up and down onto him, his length thrusting in and out of you at a slow yet perfect pace. Levi’s eyes are glued to your body as he’s pinned against the back of the chair. Electricity sparks in your pelvis and spreads to your limbs as you fuck him. You two are so saturated with passion and need that slaps of skin echo throughout the room. God, you could ride this man forever. His face is priceless. His eyes are screwed shut, his mouth is dropped open, and his eyebrows are furrowed together as his hands guide your movements. He always looks so pretty when he’s being fucked.

You use one of your hands to circle your clit. Levi feels your walls clenching up around him and his eyelids open to find you playing with yourself as you’re riding him. You look so needy for him that his arousal heightens. He watches you intently. You kiss him again and your tongues instantly find one another’s, slipping and smacking with enthusiasm. In this short amount of time, he is already close again. But thankfully, so are you.

“I’m gonna cum,” he says between gritted teeth. You nod your head and encourage him to do so, so close to your orgasms. With a few more thrusts, he spills inside you and you cum on the spot. His beautiful moans fill the room, as do yours. Your pelvic floor milks him for every drop and he has to steady your hips due to the sensitivity he feels afterward. He stays inside you for a few minutes, gently kissing you as you both come down from your highs.

He pulls out and some cum drips onto his thigh. Excitedly, you drop down and use your tongue to clean him up. He lovingly looks down on you as you swallow it all. His eyes are so lidded, though, that you’re afraid that he’s about to fall asleep right here.

You pull your shorts and underwear back on and you help him pull up his pants again. Without a word, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. You both approach his side of the bed and you pull down the covers and he plops in. He takes off his shirt and sets it on the nightstand next to him. You cover his body with the duvet and you leave to go to the bathroom and extinguish all the candles in the house.

You come back and climb into bed with him to find him already fast asleep. You take a deep breath and, once again, push some hair back from his face. Again, this peaceful state is something that you wish he experienced all the time.

Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way.

You set a hand down on his arm and watched him sleep for a few moments before he starts to whine and whimper in his sleep. Your eyebrows furrow together. You wonder what kind of nightmare he was having now. You wake him up by carefully shaking his shoulder and kissing his lips. His eyes go wide as he initially wakes up but soften when he sees you. His arm slithers around your waist and settles on your back, pushing you in closer to him.

“Mmm,” he sleepily groans. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I really, really do.”

“I know.”

A small smile spreads across his face and you close your eyes, curling up into the warmth of his chest. Whatever happened today, you are sure that he will probably talk about it tomorrow with you. Until then, you revel in this silence and peace. This afterglow. You both drift to sleep, knowing that you are both protected and so loved by one another.

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drmaddict · 3 months

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Mask

Summary: (Y/n) shows Ghost a different kind of mask.

Wordcount: 1.252

The myth, the phantom, the death with the mask, Ghost flinched.

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes.

Simon continued to stare blankly at her.

(Y/n) stared back.

Simon made circular motions in front of his face with his index finger and looked at his girlfriend questioningly.

"A sheet mask.", she explained and closed her eyes. "My skin is always dry in winter, so I do it more often."

Simon continued to look at his girlfriend. He had only recently started spending the night at her place more often. As a result, they had become more familiar with each other's daily rituals.

(Y/n) knew that he got up at 4 a.m. every day. (Y/n) had immediately given him a wrist alarm clock that vibrated to wake him up, so she wouldn't be constantly woken up in 'the middle of the night' just because he wanted to exercise.

By now, Simon was familiar with her evening beauty routine, as well as the weekly, extensive 'reset', as she called it. Bath, face mask, peeling, hair removal, eyelash lift (something that frankly terrified him), henna make-up, eyebrows-something.

He couldn't see through it, but it seemed to do her good.

Still, this image was new.

"Tell your eyebrows to relax.", she murmured.

Simon forced his face to relax. "Sorry.", he grumbled.

"It's okay." She relaxed and leaned her head back against the back of the sofa. "My face is just too small for these things. But it's so nice and cool on the skin." A grin steels itself on her lips. "I'm sure they'd fit you better."

Simon just grumbled dismissively as a ring went off from (Y/n)s phone. She jumped up and headed for the bathroom. His unmasked girlfriend came back and grinned mischievously at him.

"What?", he asked immediately, alarmed.

She pulled a small packet out from behind her back and held it under his nose.

"No.", Simon clarified and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

She pouted. "Oh, come on. It's really nice and good for your skin."

Simon raised an eyebrow. He pointed to his face. "Good for the skin? You can see the cheshire smile, can't you? Or the scar that nearly cost me my eye? The burn-"

"Simon-" she interrupted him. "I mean that..." She took a deep breath. "You think I haven't noticed that you have scarring pain and always get earaches when the weather changes, or that your eyes hurt when it storms?" She looked at the little blue packet. "Something like that helps to provide relief.", she pouted.

Simon sighed. He had hoped she wouldn't notice. "All right."

He sat down forcefully on the sofa and crossed his arms.

(Y/n) looked at him before she carefully grabbed his hand and pulled it.

"To the bathroom.", was all she said.

"What for?"

"I have to prepare the face first.", she shrugged.

Simon looked at her. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

(Y/n) shook her head in amusement, but pulled him behind her.

No sooner had Simon been placed on the toilet seat than she reached for a tube in her arsenal.

She squeezed a white, creamy substance onto her fingers and looked at him, beaming. "Can I?", she asked.

Simon nodded. She dabbed his face with a wet towel and then began to spread the stuff over his face. Her hands massaged in circles over his skin.

"What's that?", he asked.

"Cleansing milk.", she said simply.

"You know soap works too."

"Men." she just mumbled. "Wash up." she delegated.

Simon leaned over the sink and rinsed the stuff off.

He was immediately pushed back onto the seat and dabbed with a towel.

He was still processing the feeling on his skin, when (Y/n) reached for another bottle and dabbed the contents onto a cotton pad.

She ran it over his forehead, his cheeks and his chin. She was particularly careful with his larger scars. Simon looked at her concentrated face. Warmth fluttered around his heart.

She threw the small piece of cotton into the garbage can next to the sink.

Simon noticed that his skin wasn't as tight as usual. He usually just took a bar of soap and washed himself with it.

(Y/n) finally tore open the blue packaging and pulled out a slippery-looking white something.

"That looks weird", he said.

(Y/n) just grumbled in agreement. "Put your head back a little.", she said, gently placing her hands on his jaw and pushing his head into the desired position.

Simon waited patiently. She carefully placed the face-shaped thing first on his forehead, then his nose and then positioned the cut-outs so that they matched his facial features.

"Yes, your face is better suited to the standard size.", she sighed as she adjusted the piece here and there.

Simon let his eyes fall shut as she started to scratch his scalp.

"And?" she asked softly, sitting down on his lap for comfort.

He hummed with pleasure. "Refreshing.", was all he said.

She laughed and pulled her hands back towards her, but Simon immediately pulled them back to his head.

He kept his eyes closed the whole time, enjoying (Y/n's) caring hands.

Only when her phone beeped again and she slowly pulled the mask off his face, did he let his eyes flutter open again.

Her fingers began to massage in the excess fluid.

He let his arms move around her hips and pulled her against his chest.

She grinned at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Satisfied?", he asked.

She nodded, beaming, and stroked his short hair again.

He pressed a kiss to her nose and buried his freshly groomed face in her neck.

"What are you doing?"

Simon put the pink tube back in its place in a flash. "Nothing."

(Y/n) looked at him with amusement. Simon looked back, caught off guard.

She reached into the small cupboard under the sink and pulled out two headbands. She put one on and pressed the other, still wrapped, into Simon's hand. "Move over.", she said, nudging him lightly with her hip.

Simon put the band to one side and held out his hand as (Y/n) squeezed a small amount of the cleansing cream onto her fingertips. She also put a small amount on his hand, put the tube down and started to clean her face. Simon did the same in silence.

They each went about their own business.

"You do know, that we will be doing this always together when you're here from now on, don't you?"

"I had suspected."

(Y/n) grinned and put on under-eye pads. She also held a pair out to Simon.

He looked at the two gel pads extensively, before pressing them to his face, as (Y/n) had done.

"I still have a lot to show you my friend.", she grinned.

Simon looked at her. Without make-up, wearing only one of his shirts, she stood there and had never been so beautiful as with those green things under her eyes.

He smiled gently at her. "I'm a fast learner."

She pulled him in for a quick kiss. "I noticed.", she smiled and pushed the slipped pad back into place.

"You and Johnny would get along well.", he muttered. "His ratio of hair care products to actual careable hair is irrational."

(Y/n) shook her head with a laugh and scratched the back of his neck. "I'd rather spoil you."

He rested his forehead against hers. "Thank you."

#simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod fanfic #ghost x reader #ghost #cod men #fluff #ghost fluff #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #simon riley #simon riley fluff

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fluloa · 1 year

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the way i JUMPED seeing that edit.. blessing us again fr

i can’t tell if jake sully or you getting the rightful attention you deserve makes me more happy but i say both <3333

also do you ever wonder how the pandorians shower? like in the jungle, do they use the same water or wait for rains? [ definitely NOT subtly asking for short jake sully shower drabbles if you’re down ]

- 🍒 !!

GASP MY BEAUTIFUL CHERRY ANON YOURE BACK! i just had a shower so this is perfect

Showering is Jake’s favorite part of his day. Not only does it relax him and wipe away the grime and sweat from his day of work, it gives him you. To spend time with you and only you, even if it’s just for a simple thing like showering.

It’s Pandora, so showering isn’t the easiest and the ways to do it isn’t exactly ideal. But if it’s anything that he’s doing with you, he doesn’t give a shit.

Swimming through the river, the water fluorescent and glimmering with a few bits of moss and lily pads here and there. Watching you wet your hair, cleanse your face softly with your fingers and he just can’t help but stare in awe.

Looking to him, laughing as your eyebrows crease together. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just beautiful,” he mumbles, a dopey smile on that cute face of his. He earns a flick of water from you. It splashes at his face, and his face drops. “Oh— you wanna play that game, girl? I can play it too.”

You see him leering towards with a grin on his lips and you gasp, “No, no, no. Jake, I’m sorry— don’t!” He scoops you up, lifting you high up by his shoulder as you kick and squirm in his hold. “Waitwaitwaitwait—“

Then he slams you into the water, your squeal cut off by the water hitting your face. He’s chuckling like an idiot, as you lay in the river like a dead fish. When you rise up, you’re frowning, wet hair pulled in front of your face as your shoulders sag. Jake’s about to say something in concern before you’re pouncing onto him, roaring out as you tackle him into the water. When he comes back up, you’re giggling like an idiot as well, as he blinks out the water that trickles at his eyelashes.

“You better run,” he says, and you break off into a sprint, him not long behind you.

For soap, the na’vi use a specific type of beady paste that’s mushed gently with a specific type of leaf and it kind of smells like mint.

You can never put it on yourself, Jake always has to do it for you. He always says that it’s for your own sake, but you’re not sure if that’s the case.

He helps you lay out on the river’s edge, dipping out of the water as he pours the paste into the base of his palm. He gently smoothes it down your body, taking extra care in places like your breasts or your thighs. He lets his fingers ghost over your private, and you slap his wrist away from it. He chuckles low, muttering an excuse and that he didn’t mean to do it but you know damn right he did.

Most of the time, it rains heavily on Pandora, like, heavily. To the point of almost flooding. When it does, he drags you out to a random spot within the forest, making sure no animal or lurking na’vi is there before he’s grabbing your face and kissing you. The raindrops pitter patter on your skin as he relieves you of your top, and then your loincloth. You detach his knife holder strapped to his chest, untie his loincloth until you’re both naked, bare.

You let the rain catch to your body, let it soak into your hair and drip into your dips and curves. He only watches you as your arms stretch out wide, pearly teeth peeling out from underneath your smile as you turn. The grass beneath your feet is soaked, water flowing up to your ankles. You turn to Jake, whisking your hands over his hair as it dampens. His ears flicker to your sudden motion of affection, dark pupils wide from the darkness of the night.

Usually on the nights like these it ends up with you sprawled out onto the wet grass, body shrilled with rain as he enters you in a slow, loving pace. Tsaheylu’s connected, low breaths escape his chest, his hands wrapped warm around your waist. You let a whine peel out of you, a kiss to his jawline that makes his tail give a little swish.

You pull him in with every thrust he gives, sucking him up with your soft walls and pushing him closer with your thighs rounded tightly around his hips.

When you both finish, the area’s full of panting and gasps, his head pressed up against yours with his still cock sunken deep into your pulsing cunt. With the energy he has left, he lands a soft kiss to your blue cheek, and you’re both due for another shower.

#jake sully smut #james camerons avatar #jake sully x reader #jake sully imagine #jake sully drabble #fluff #jake sully fluff #in my fluffy duffy mood #THANK U CHERRY ANON #jake sully #fluloa’s requests #fluloa’s imagines

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thebearer · 10 months

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the casual dominance in the fic abt carmys girl going to the resturant drunk was immaculate !!! i would absoluetly devour a piece where his girl goes and gets a tattoo and he’s there and helps her take care of it after yk but with some casual dom in there if you’re cool w that 🫶🏻🫶🏻

no pressure to write the piece if you’re not up for it! LOVE your work and your carmy fics💗💗💗

ahhh thank you so much!!! ofc and I hope you enjoy <3

"'s cute." Carmen muttered, lips curling when he looked at the little design, dainty and on your ankle, a simple line work for your first one.

"You think so?" You looked down at your extended leg, the sketched designs laid there before the actual process started.

"Yeah," Carmen nodded, eyes shining when he looked up at you. "Looks like you."

You blushed, rolling your eyes and looking off to the side to hide your melting face, how flustered he made you with such ease.

"You ready for me?" Donovan, Carmy's cousin, turned the corner, black gloves on and hair pulled back.

Carmen insisted you go here, where he got all his tattoos done by his cousin. "You have a big family, huh?" You had grinned at him.

"Not that kinda cousin, but yeah, baby." Carmen had laughed, grinning at you sweetly.

"Yeah." You nodded, a little shakier than you would have liked.

Carmen's eyes darted to yours, scanning the features on your face. "It'll be quick. Promise it doesn't hurt that bad." Donovan nodded at you.

You nodded back, lying back onto the reclined chair. Carmen pulled up his stool next to you, a hand running over yours gently. "Want to hold my hand?" He teased gently, fingers wiggling next to yours.

You weren't sure if he was joking or not, but you grabbed his hand anyways, fingers sliding to lace with his, clinging to the rough skin of his knuckles. Carmen smirked, rough pad of his thumb brushing over your hand.

"I'm gonna start." Donovan announced, holding the machine in his hand. "Try not to move, alright? It'll make the lines all jagged and weird."

"Ok." You nodded, your hand squeezing Carmen's a little tighter.

"Hey, look at me." Carmen muttered, your eyes sliding to meet his. "It won't hurt too bad. I promise."

Your face distorted, tensing with the first prick of the needle on your skin. You squeezed Carmen's hand tightly, back tightening to keep yourself from moving. "It's ok, it's ok. " Carmen muttered, putting a hand on your thigh to still yourself. "Just take a deep breath. That thing is tiny, it'll be over soon."

"I don't know how you do this." You grit, teeth clamped to keep a strangled gasp out as the needle danced over your ankle.

"Yeah?" Carmen snorted amused. "That would be nothin', baby. My knuckles hurt like a bitch."

"Really?" You grinned.

"Oh my God, Donny, tell her." Carmen looked at the man by your ankle.

"Oh, yeah." Donovan laughed lightly, shaking his head gently, hand still gliding over the sketch. "Nearly cried on me, sweetheart. I kept having to stop so he could walk around and get himself together."

You giggled, looking up to catch Carmen's eye roll. "Really? Thought you were a tough guy?" You teased, teeth sucking when the needle ran over tender skin.

"No way, baby." Carmen muttered, eyes shining at you playfully.

"'m just kidding." You hummed lowly. "You're pretty tough. 'specially to have all those because I think this is gonna be my last. No offense, Donovan."

"None taken." Donovan snorted. "They all say that. Then they're back in here in a few weeks."

You grinned, taking a cleansing breath at the bump of the needle against your bone. Carmen's free hand running over your hair.

When Donovan finished, showing you the final results, you grinned admiring the tiny little design. "Looks so good." You beamed.

Donovan gave a half lipped smile, nodding in a thank you before pushing back on his stool. "I'll get you wrapped up. You'll wanna get some Aquaphor or somethin' to put on that. Stay outta the sun."

Carmen nodded beside you. "I'll make sure she does it, Donny."

Your tummy flipped with excitement, his hand still laced in yours. And he did make sure you did. Giving you Advil later after your pre-appointment dose. He took the wrapping off the next day for you, putting a thin layer of the petroleum on for you.

"Wow, you're a pro at this." You hummed, watching him from the opposite end of the bed.

Carmen shrugged, heat blooming on his cheeks. "Yeah. Done it a few times before y'know. Just wanna make sure it's done right f'you, baby."

You were sure that's partially true, but you also knew Carmen liked to take care of you like this. A love language all of his own that made him feel safe, in control. And you were happy to let him do that for you.

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pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land · 11 months

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your works are jaw dropping broOOO. gorgeous. a work of art. you SLAY at writing hcs i love it so much i really hope you can write more <33

demon slayer povs: the hashiras tending to your wounds

this comment really motivated me to write more of this TYSM ANON ily

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Giyu

he’d probably complete the whole procedure silently, as he’s scared you’d waste your energy talking to him

you saw him carefully unwrapping the bandages and painstakingly wrapping it around your arm as you slightly winced at the pain

‘oh-, y/n, you okay? sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,”

you reassured him with a small nod as he gently continued to wrap the bandage, placing a kiss on it once he was done

“thanks hun,” you smiled weakly at him

“get well soon, darling,” he said before he got up to fetch some water

Iguro

just like giyu, he’d do it with silent treatment though you’d hear kaburamaru’s quiet hisses along the way

throughout the bandaging, he momentarily stopped as it reminded himself of the time where he had to bandage his own mouth to hide his traumatic scars

“darling, you okay?” you asked, worried at the sudden slight widening of his eyes

“oh, its nothing,” he shrugged it off, but you sensed that it had something to do with the bandage on his mouth

while he was calmly wrapping the wound on your leg, you leaned down and placed a heartfelt kiss on his forehead

“you're beautiful just the way you are,” you said as he glanced up at you

his eyes crinkled slightly; you knew that put a smile on his face

Mitsuri

she’d probably tend to your wounds the loudest way possible, constantly asking if you were okay

“oh dear, y/n, this looks terrible,” a pouty frown emerged on her face as she cleansed your wounds with cotton pads. “you okay??”

“im fine, honey, don’t worry too much,” you replied with a smile as you admiringly watched her bandage up the injuries on your knee

“alrighty! i hope this makes you feel better, darling. i put some ointment that kocho offered,” she smiled cheerfully, as she gave you a gentle headpat

“thanks ‘suri, youre the best,” you returned her smile with an even happier one from you

Muichiro

would be quiet too but would occasionally check up on you

he’d go like “oh, does this hurt?” or “you feeling okay?”

you were technically the only person he could express his true behavior to

he’d be experienced in this kind of stuff since he had to take care of his mom when she was sick

the thought of his sick mom made him want to protect you even more. he’d already lost his family, he couldn’t afford to lose you too

he’d treat the wound as meticulously as possible to prevent it from worsening

“thank you, mui. you don't know how much i treasure you,” you warmly smiled at him

though he didn’t say anything back, you knew his smile was all you needed to see.

Kyojuro

tbh i feel like he’ll just treat you like how he treated tanjiro when he got stabbed during the mugen train arc

“kyo, it huuurts,” you whined, hoping that he’ll do something instead of keep asking you to control your breathing

“okay okay, i’ll go fetch the med kit. make sure to control your breathing to stop the blood from coming out!” he darted to the other end of the house to get the necessities, his voice still loud as ever

when he got back, he tended to your lacerations as gently as possible, doing all of it with a proud smile on his face

“why the long face, y/n?” he noticed that your usual happy aura had dissipated all of a sudden

“i- i just hate being weak. i hate that you have to get distracted by your missions just to tend to my injuries,” you pouted, biting your lip

“my love, its part & parcel of your journey to make mistakes. as you continue on, you’ll find that these obstacles are nothing compared to what you’re actually facing. so, heads up, and look brightly into your future, okay?” he cheered you on while giving you a soft pat on the shoulder

“thank you, kyo.” you gratefully smiled as you dozed the rest of the evening off

Sanemi

he definitely wasn’t the best at playing it gentle

“ouuuch, nemi, be gentler please,” you winced as he placed a bandaid on your collarbone

“bold of you to say, y/n. somehow you don’t act like this when we’re making out,” he sneered, as he discarded the cotton wools in the trash

you were left speechless as an obvious blush sprawled across your face. only your boyfriend could make you like that, and you loved him for it

“yeah that’s right hun. now be a good toy and rest till i come back,” he taunted, though you swore you heard him mutter “get well soon darling” before he uttered those words

Tengen

he most likely cleans injuries with flamboyance no matter how bad it was

definitely has custom bandages embroidered with random stuff just for you

you saw him putting on gloves and stuff although your wound was really mild

“tengen- babe, there’s no need for all this,” you sighed in embarrassment; your boyfriend would go out of his ways just to treat a mild scratch

“nuh uh, i aint letting you pass with this wound. it could be infected, who knows?” he cocked his eyebrow as he placed a not-so-modest looking bandage on your wound

“aight, i really hope that helps, darling! want me to bring you some munchies?” he chuckled as he packed back up the amenities

“there’s really no need for that, babe. you’ve done more than enough,” you smiled, softly caressing his cheek

obviously he couldn’t care less about your response as he brought you snacks and then cuddled the night away

Shinobu

DEFINITELY would come up with an antidote just to cure your injury

“darling, we need you back on the ground as soon as possible. all your mentees are worried for you, and i can't bear seeing you in a state like this, okay?”

in this case, your injuries were quite bad and she had to put you on an iv drip

after she was done tending to your wounds, she placed a soft kiss on your cheek

“get well soon, honey,” she smiled as she rubbed her thumb on your fingers

“thank you, love. i’ll definitely recover fast thanks to you,” you chuckled weakly, squeezing her hand and never letting go

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sir-kuroo · 8 months

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KUNIGAMI takes care of more than just your fever...fever sex bc 🙈 trust me w the craziest sex ideas lol

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You were blankly staring at the ceiling with a KoolFever pad cold on your forehead. Your body felt hot and heavy and your head spiralling, woozy. The weather wasn’t nice with you lately. Good thing your dear boyfriend Kunigami was here to save the day.

He's currently washing the dishes after feeding you the porridge that he brought. He's also sweet enough to bring you meds and other things that could soothe you in your fever. Looking at him now, he’s so damn attractive even with that frilly apron on. The muscles of his broad back was evident through the shirt he’s wearing. The way he moved was so manly and strong even if he’s just simply washing the dishes. You blushed. What were you thinking? You’re sick, geez. But it’s true. You never imagined you’d be in a relationship with such an admirable, kind-hearted, well-mannered hunk.

You hid under the blanket.

“Y/N,” he called and you took a peek at him. He’s carrying a bassinet and a washcloth with him. “I’ll give you an ice-cold cleanse to help with your fever.”

“W-What?” You reacted, flustered.

He sat at the edge of the bed beside you. “Come on, now. At least, let me do this for you. Let me take care of you.”

You gulped. The red of your face was definitely not just because of the fever.

You pulled the blanket away and he smiled at your cute tee dress lounge wear. He wrung the washcloth and lightly rubbed the material against your arms as you tried to remain calm as much as possible.

He dipped the cloth again and bashfully averted his gaze away from yours. “Your...Your clothes.”

Shyly, you took it off, leaving nothing but your panties on. He took a deep breath before looking back to you. His hands were more careful as he wiped the corner of your neck down to the plain of your chest. You both took a sharp inhale as he travelled to your breasts. You had your eyes closed while he had his jaw clenched as he caressed one mound, leading to the other. The way it ran across your nipple got you shuddering and made you clutch on his arm.

He dipped the cloth again. This time, he held your gaze before he touches. You’re not pushing him away. In fact, your eyes spoke that you even wanted it.

Breathing heavily, Kunigami slid the washcloth inside your panties. The coldness made you shiver a little but it dissipated the moment he began rubbing it against your pussy. He was doing it in such a pleasurable manner that you couldn’t help but grind your hips and press your yourself further against his rubbing. He increased his pressure, getting carried away himself. He’s rubbing the cloth in a loving circular motion on your clit. You started moaning and holding onto his wrist as you felt the craving for more pressure.

“Aaahh...ahh—” He had your moaning in between his lips as he passionately kissed you.

Fuck! You looked so damn sexy looking like that. All flushed and needy for his touch.

You ended the kiss and gently refused. “You might catch my...”

“Don’t you think it’s too late for that?” He said. You cupped his cheek in response and you both continued with the kiss.

He tugged your panties down and replaced the washcloth rubbing your pussy with his deft fingers, while you slid your hand in his sweatpants to stroke his now hardened cock. It wasn’t so hard to free it from his garment as it stood tall and upright the moment your fingers wrapped around. In return, he inserted two fingers in as his other hand took possession of your tit, his thumb focusing on your nipple.

You both jerked each other off. The kiss deepening as your tounges danced sloppily. Sensing you’re both nearing your peak, he hooked and searched for the spongy part inside your walls. From there, he started pounding vigorously. Man’s so strong he didn’t know the impact of the actions he deemed too little. His pumping made you to uncontrollably set his dick free. He’s now pumping you hard while he pleased himself, attending to his cock at the same time. It didn’t take long until he got you breaking the kiss as you moaned so loud you’re almost screaming. It was intense. Very intense that you couldn’t even say a single word and all you could do were hold onto his arm tight and open your mouth in a way that made you look so erotic.

Your head spun and your vision was hazy. “Aaahh! Haaahh!” Too much pleasure. It’s too good. You couldn’t even control your body anymore.

Kunigami hurried his pace. Right there...so close! You both felt the heat rising t. He grunted while you screamed and wildly wiggled under him. Pulling his fingers out, your pussy sprayed the pleasure juices he built up. His other hand was drenched with his own cum as it spilled out of his cock.

You fought staying awake but you’re on the brink of passing out for being too spent.

“Please get well.” He said, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead as you drifted off to sleep.

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soraontop · 1 month

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ENHYPEN uploaded a new YouTube video: PASS THE CONCH [ EP. ?? ]

The camera shakes as Sora puts it in place where it’ll get a total view of her room, unfocusing and then focusing on Sora’s bare face. Her brows were furrowed before she makes eye contact with the camera and smiles, standing up and backing up.

“It’s four in the morning,” she blinks owlishly before biting back a smile. Her voice is quiet, a little above a whisper. “I think I’m the only one awake, as usual. I can’t sleep so I decided to film the next Pass The Conch episode where I show you guys the everyday life as the only female member of a co-ed group when we don’t have schedules.” She sighs, clapping her hands together quietly. “We all know that’s why some of you’re watching, anyway.” Her tone of voice sounds joking, but the brow raise lets on that she’s not.

“When I get up, I try and get in the shower right away but I already showered,” she gestures to her wet hair hanging over her shoulder. “Don’t— let your hair air dry,” she points a finger at the camera. “I’m about to blow dry mine and hopefully it doesn’t wake anyone up.”

You’re asking for a lot…

The camera fast forwards as Sora dries her hair, now sitting at her vanity and pausing every few moments. Once she finishes, she turns back to the camera and flattens her hair, acting as if the camera was her mirror. She smiles mischievously, “I’m pretty just like this, right?” She snickers, turning back to her mirror to grab her pink polka dotted headband and pushing her hair back. “Next, I do my skincare routine, which is all by the brand—”

The scene cuts.

Naughty Sora …

Sora is now covering a bottle, smiling sheepishly at the camera. “These are all ABIB products, of course.” She hides the bottle from view, now careful to not show the name. “Um, anyways …” Her eyes widen slightly as she remembers, “Oh! My music. That’s always a must in a GRWM …” She picks up her phone, tapping on it a couple of times before Taylor Swift’s To All The Girls You Loved Before starts. “I love Taylor. To me, she’s me to you guys.” She nods seriously at the camera. “I’ll get my day started with her music every single day. It’s an important factor.”

You’re great at distracting…

“Right. Skincare …” She mumbles to herself before she says, “For my skincare, I start off with a double cleanse, first with an oil cleanser and then a water-based cleanser.” The camera shows her applying the product to her face and smoothing it in before patting it dry. “Next is toner pads,” she hums along to the song playing softly in the background, picking it up with her fingertips and showing it to the camera before placing it on her cheeks and then wiping the rest of her face with it.

“There is a huge difference between toner pads and toner,” she says as she goes to the next step, which is toner, and pours a generous amount on her hand to apply to her face. “Toner pads are both a toner and exfoliant while toner doesn’t exfoliate. But, you can use only one if you want. I just prefer both because the toner pad has a rough side for gentle exfoliation and a smooth side for sheet masking. And then it’s essence.” She smacks her face a little too hard, making her flinch. “I didn't mean to hit myself that hard,” she giggles, smoothing the essence in.

There’s a soft knock on her door and she quickly pauses her music, turning and saying softly, “Come in.” Her eyes brighten subtly as she looks off the camera, a small smile on her face, “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry…” She’s cooing slightly now.

Who is it? We wanna know!

“We’ve been up for awhile,” a familiar voice says, sounding clearer to the camera at the end of the sentence. “What are you doing?”

The person pauses just out of the camera’s view and Sora stands up, her face no longer being in view.

Show us… Don’t be a tease.

There’s a couple moments of silence.

Hello? We’re still here…

Sora says a second later, “Pass The Conch new episode, wanna say hi?” She sits back down in her chair as the person bends down, finally showing their face to the camera.

A masked Jake waves at the camera before going out of view again as another voice says “We’re going to the gym, wanna come with?”

Another one…?

Sora stares up at Sunghoon, a blank look on her face before turning back to the mirror, “No. Do I look like I go to the gym?” Jake laughs loudly at her reply, “Have fun, though.”

Yes, we do want to go with you to the gym!

“You never want to go to the gym,” there’s a slight whine in Sunghoon’s voice and Sora slightly smirks at the camera before going back to her blank face. “Don’t you wanna spend time with your members?” His hand sneaks in the frame and tugs at Sora’s hair harshly, bringing her head back.

She gasps, hand going to the back of her head to smooth it back down, “I want to spend time with you! Just not at the gym.”

“You went to the gym with us that one time,” Jake says, carefully raking his fingers through her hair.

Sora smiles mischievously at the camera at the reminder as she drops the serum down on her cheeks after showing the camera the actual ABIB green bottle, “Right. You weren’t the only ones there.”

Oh, right, she was showing us her skincare routine…

“Jay was with us,” Sunghoon says, and then there’s a pause. “You only went with us because of Jay?!”

“No,” she rolls her eyes, tapping her face as she rubs the serum in. “I see you guys every day. Why would I go to the gym just to see you guys flex when I see it every day at the dorm?”

Jake gasps, offended, “We don’t flex!” but he laughs halfway into the sentence, “Why else would you—” Another pause. “Oh my God, you only went with us because—“ The camera beeps out his next words.

Sora looks stricken at their faces before trying to laugh it off, “What— no!” She looks back and forth between the boys and the camera, nervously laughing. “I was just joking. I actually didn’t go because I’m too pretty to do any hard labor.”

The scene skips again. Now, Sora’s alone again.

She smiles sheepishly, “Anyways … I always take forever because the guys always come and distract me like that.”

Nice try, Sora, but you can’t distract us this time …

The camera focuses on her smile.

Okay, maybe you can.

“I put serum on before,” she points at the bottle, “Next is moisturizer. Real talk now, though, if you don’t want to do all of this and spend a lot of money, fair enough but cleanser, moisturizer and sunscreen is a must have.” She emphasizes her last words as she places the moisturizer on her knuckles and rubs it on. The camera fast forwards, her voice becoming high pitched and too quick to understand as she shows the camera her sunscreen before putting it on, including her neck, collarbones, and hands.

Talking and talking …

It goes back to normal speed, and Sora pats her skin dry with a cloth before turning to the camera, moving her face around so the camera could get all the angles of her smooth, glassy skin. She clasps her hands together, “I kind of took too long with that but I’ll do time skips!” She stands up with the camera in her hand, “Jay and I usually cook together but I think he’s still asleep, so..” She makes sure to grab her phone and puts it in her shorts pocket. “What should I make …?” She gets to the kitchen only to stop in her steps. “Um…”

She turns the camera so it could see her view, showing Jay with messy hair standing at the stove. He turns his head, smiling at her and the camera. He waves with his free hand before turning back to the stove, “Sora, you’re awake so early.” He pauses, “Did you even go to sleep?”

There’s a sheepish silence and he sighs, “Sora.”

“Oppa…” Sora tries to whine cutely, hoping it’ll get out of him telling the rest of the group and her getting scolded for it. “Everybody was asleep by the time I got back from the company and I didn’t want to wake anyone—”

“Nobody cares if you wake them up,” Jay huffs slightly, glancing at her and the camera before relenting. “Just do it next time, okay?”

“Okay…” Sora says quietly, making a face at the camera and shaking her head after Jay turns back.

“Stop,” Jay suddenly calls out and she glances around wildly, looking for who he’s talking to. “I’ll call you back when breakfast is ready, okay? Go wake the others up.”

“Um, no,” Sora frowns, having a bit of attitude in her voice, “You can go wake them up and I’ll finish breakfast.”

“We have this argument every day,” Jay sighs, setting down the spatula and walking over to her. “When will you get that you will never win this battle?”

“When will you realize that—“

The camera fast forwards.

5 minutes later…

“You guys are so loud,” Niki interrupts, squinting at the bright light in the kitchen. The camera was facing the doorway, catching sight of the other members. “You woke all of us up.” Sunoo and Jungwon follow behind him, Jungwon looking like he just woke up while Sunoo has already done his skincare routine, too.

“Where’s Heeseung-oppa?” Sora asks quickly, glancing behind the three for the oldest.

“Hi, Jungwon, how’d you sleep?” Jungwon grumbles to himself as Sunoo goes to the stove, reminding Sora and Jay of the food but Sora leaves it to Jay, pulling Jungwon out of the frame.

Oops. We all forgot about that.

“Ah…” Jay sighs, quickly going to salvage breakfast.

“What are you filming?” Niki asks, bending down to look at the camera sitting on top of the kitchen counter. He waves before pushing his hair back and standing up straight.

“Pass The Conch,” Sora says, coming back into frame again. “Ew, it’s too crowded in here.” She glances behind her shoulder, deciding to give up and let Jay handle breakfast. There was no way she wanted to deal with the boys whining that they were hungry.

She grabs the camera, “I wonder where Heeseung-oppa is,” she hums as she walks out the kitchen, leaving the others to deal with the food. “Jay-oppa and I always fight over who is going to make breakfast,” she explains, sighing. “Unfortunately, he always wins.”

“Noona,” Niki had been following her down the hallway quietly. She turns her head, the camera failing to capture her face as the hall was too dark. “Let’s go lay down.”

“I’m not ti—” Sora shuts up as Niki grabs her hand and pulls her to her room, placing the camera on her nightstand facing the opposite direction of her bed. There was rustling and Niki’s voice was heard, mumbling something to Sora. Sora sighs, “Okay, fine, but I don’t want you to sleep the whole day away.”

Did they forget about us? Again?

The camera moves, going from dark to showing Niki laying in Sora’s bed, one of his feet dangling off the bed. She giggles under her breath, zooming in on Niki’s face as he has an arm thrown over his eyes. He moves his arm, peeking an eye open at her. “Are you going to lay down?”

“I’ll fall asleep if I do.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the whole point,” Niki says and she can’t help but laugh at the remark. “Come on.” He grabs the camera first, the view becoming blurry before it goes black. Words appear on the screen.

??? We don’t know what happened either.

The camera turns back on again, showing Sora’s shoulders and up, laying on her bed, “Niki’s asleep,” she hums, “It’s always early mornings with ENHYPEN, so I’ll let him sleep in longer. He deserves it, anyway.” There’s rustling on the bed next to her and though she doesn’t look away from the camera, she freezes. After a second, she smiles and pretends like nothing happened, “He’s back in his bed but maybe I should sleep in a little longer, too… I just don’t want to—“ A yawn from herself cuts her off. “Okay. Nevermind, I don’t want to pass out so… I will…” She yawns again. “Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit for breakfast.”

Twenty years later…

The camera goes black before Sora is staring at the camera as she smoothes her hair down. She laughs awkwardly, “I didn’t wake up for breakfast. Or lunch,” she explains as she heads down the hallway. “And no one woke me up, either.” The editors beep out whatever she says next. “It’s now four in the afternoon and I think I can hear the TV in the living room.”

Instead of walking into the living room, she enters the kitchen and sets the camera down on the counter in the corner. You can hear some of the members talking in the other room and she smiles, turning to the sink.

“I’ll make japchae for dinner later,” Sora starts rambling as she begins the process of cleaning the dishes and putting them in the rack by the sink. She begins talking about what foods the boys like, that Sunoo and Heeseung ate tteokkbokki last night while the others ate bibimbap, “I can’t stand spicy food, Heeseung-oppa and Sunoo are really the only ones that can. But I make it for them, anyway,” she smirks lightly as she puts a bowl in the rack, “The others are always whining how it’s not fair they get special treatment but.. I do the same thing for them?” She tilts her head, blinking wide-eyed at the camera. “They’re not complaining then.”

“I like the special treatment,” Heeseung had come into the kitchen without making a sound. “You just woke up, why are you already working?” He waves his hand for her to move and she makes a face at him but takes a small step back, keeping them both in front of the sink and camera.

Sora cranes her neck up to look at him, “I was relaxing while sleeping. Now I’m awake and ready to serve!” She salutes, snickering when Heeseung rolls his eyes, shaking his head at her.

“More like we’re here to serve you,” Heeseung teases, taking the plate from her hands and looking into the camera so intensely it seems sarcastic. “I only exist on this Earth to serve Jung Sora.”

Oh my … Swoon!!! What a lucky girl.

Sora smiles in satisfaction shortly before it fell, making her swat him on the arm, ignoring his faked expression of pain and hissing and talking over him, “Don’t say that, oppa. People are going to think I’m evil and make you do all my bidding.” She takes the clean plate out of his hand and places it in the rack, turning to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

As her back was turned, Heeseung nods, mouthing, ‘Yes, she does.’ before breaking the act and giggling to himself. Sora’s lips turn up without even looking back before she turns around, raising an eyebrow and saying in English, “What’s so funny?”

“You,” he replies quickly in English. “You’re the most funny person I know.”

Sora smiles, letting her shoulder touch his briefly, “I could say the same thing about you.”

We’re still here… Again.

“They’re playing Mario Kart,” Heeseung goes back to washing the dishes, as the editors edit a blush on his cheeks. “Go watch. I got this.”

Sora immediately clocks his words, brows furrowing, “You’re not playing?” When he shakes his head, she frowns, “Why not.. I like watching you play the most.” Her voice lowers to a whisper so no one would be able to hear over the boys’ yells if they were listening in.

Swoon.. She just takes all of our hearts.

“What a good dongsaeng,” Heeseung pats her on the head, gazing down at her with a look in his eye the camera couldn’t see.

Sora smiles tightly at his words, smacking the wet hand towel he had put down against his chest, “And I’m still more mature than you.” Ironically, she sticks her tongue out at him before taking the camera with her out of the kitchen. She stops in the middle of the hallway, looking into the camera, “I want to play Yaja Time just once so I can …” Her hand makes a clenching fist, but there’s a smile on her lips. The editors edit devil horns on her head.

The scene cuts.

“Jay-oppa’s making dinner instead so I’m keeping him company,” Sora’s sitting on top of the counter, only her face in view as water boiling is heard.

Heeseung’s right, what a good dongsaeng!

“We’re eating Yeolmu Naengmyeon instead, I’m excited,” She twirls a piece of her hair around her finger. “I only let Jay-oppa make dinner because he makes his better than mine.”

Jay laughs, “Not a lot of people can be better at something than you.”

Ohhh… 🥰🥰

Sora’s eyes narrow at him, but there’s a smile on her lips as she says, “Don’t try and flatter me, oppa. I’m still making breakfast tomorrow.”

“Whatever you want,” Jay hums, sounding further away from the camera this time as Sora stays in her place on the counter.

Her eyes are focused on behind the camera, assumingly on Jay. “Can I show you on camera? ENGENE would love to see their husband.” Her eyebrows raise teasingly.

My husband Jay… Sounds good.

“Husband…? Ha,” Jay chuckles, “Sure.”

Sora jumps off the counter, hurrying to his side with the camera and turns it on him. Jay looks up briefly, smiling. He’s focused on peeling an egg.

Wah… so handsome!!

“ENGENE think you’re husband material,” she says the last words in English.

“They do?” Jay smiles. “What about you?”

Huh?

Sora blinks. “What?”

“Do I seem husband material to you?” Jay asks.

Sora blinks again, “You’re nice to me and can cook… So, yes.”

Jay laughs, turning to do something, “Your husband should be more than just nice and a cook.”

Sounds good to us…

“Hey, my standards are great,” Sora points at him.

Jay shakes his head, “Okay.” He comes towards her, holding a bowl and chopsticks in his hands. “Try this.”

Sora holds her hands out for the bowl and chopsticks but he holds it out of her reach. She rolls her eyes, “Really?”

Jay smirks, nodding.

Sora huffs, reluctantly opening her mouth for the taste bite. He feeds it to her, watching her face. Her eyes brighten as she chews, hurriedly swallowing and saying, “Oppa! That was so good.”

We want to try~

Jay laughs, “You say that every time.”

“‘Cause your food is good every time,” she shoves him lightly, him barely moving. “Can’t we just eat it all and not save some for the others?”

“Don’t listen to her, hyung,” Niki’s voice is heard. “We’re hungry, too.”

“Make your own food,” Sora tells him.

“You never let me,” Niki laughs, coming into frame. “Hyung, I want to taste it, too.”

Jay hands the bowl and chopsticks to him, disappearing from frame. Niki looks at it and then looks at Sora, smiling at her and handing both to her, “Noona..”

“You’re giving me it?” She looks at it suspiciously.

“Feed it to me,” Niki nods down at the bowl.

Oh…? The maknae wants to be fed?

Sora raises her brows, “You want me to feed it to you?” He nods silently. She blinks before shrugging, taking the chopsticks and that’s the last thing the camera has a view of before something pushes it to focus somewhere else.

Huh?

“Ah, it’s good, hyung,” Niki says. Sora’s silent for a moment.

“You were jealous,” Sora teases.

Oh?? How cute!!

“No,” Niki huffs out a laugh, fixing the camera to look at them again.

Was he the one who moved the camera?

“Ah, so cute,” Sora doesn’t listen, not even trying to argue.

“I’m not,” Niki says quickly.

Don’t worry Ni-Ki, Jay will feed you too if you ask.

“Okay,” Sora shrugs.

“I’m not!”

We get it, Ni-Ki.

“I said okay,” she snickers. “Come on, go tell the others dinner’s ready.”

Sora turns to the camera to turn it off as Niki’s voice is heard again, “I’m n—”

The scene cuts.

“Do you want to play?” Jungwon’s arm moves and Sora jumps, making him smile mischievously before continuing, “You’d be better than Jay-hyung.”

Jay simply shakes his head, a small smile on his face before he asks, “Jake, did you just throw that shell out at me?”

“Yup,” Jake mutters, not taking his eye off the screen.

“Oh,” he nods, becoming silent once again.

“Dude! What the—” Jake turns his head and spots the camera and Sora, shutting up. “When did you get here?”

“Just in time to see you lose earlier,” Sora smiles as Jake’s face drops before he turns away from her. She snickers, saying to Jungwon, “Jake is worse than Jay-oppa.”

Jake’s head snaps to her, “Jake? Jake?” He asks in disbelief as Jungwon and Sora start laughing. Jay pays them no attention, probably taking the opportunity to beat Jake. “Where are your manners?”

“I must’ve lost them on the way over here,” she does something that makes Jake jerk away from her. “That’s for not taking me to the gym with you and Sunghoon.”

Jake looks around incredulously as Jungwon muffles his laughter from behind the camera, “I-I can’t believe you right now, we literally— we asked!” He looks at the camera, gesturing to it, “It was on the camera!”

Sora looks straight at the camera before looking back at him straight faced, “What camera?”

Jake groans, slumping in his seat as the other three start laughing.

The scene cuts.

“I am so full,” Sora murmurs, close up to the camera so you can only see her eyes.

“You only ate half of your food,” Sunghoon says, Sora moving the camera so it’d get both of them in the frame. They’re in Sora’s bedroom, sitting against the headboard of Sora’s bed.

“I’ll probably get hungry in the middle of the night again,” she says, handing something to him. She adjusts the camera to sit on her bedside table. “Turn it on, oppa!”

“I’m doing it,” Sunghoon huffs, “Three years and still no patience,” he flicks her on the shoulder lightly. She rolls her eyes lightheartedly, but a smile is still on her face.

“I’ve been watching a lot of The Simpsons lately,” Sora explains to the camera. Sunghoon turns to look at her for a moment before turning back away. “Did you know The Simpsons predicted a lot of things before it even happened.”

Sunghoon stares at her again, “Do you think they’re going to respond to you?” He looks between her and the camera.

“They’re a better conversationalist than you are,” Sora says without missing a beat.

“Yah!”

Favorite past-times: Taking care of others and teasing them simultaneously.

Sora giggles, turning back to the camera, “I don’t think we can show the episode..” Sunghoon’s already slouching on her bed, laying down so the viewers can barely see the top of his head, “I’ll be back to get ready for bed.”

The scene cuts.

The room is dark but the viewers can see Sora’s shadow moving until the camera is picked up, “Sunghoon-oppa fell asleep,” she giggles quietly, pointing the camera to the top of Sunghoon’s face, the viewers only able to see his closed eyes. “I should draw on his face, right? It’s only fair since he fell asleep on me.” The editors edit devil horns on her head and put the audio of an evil witch laugh over her real laugh.

The scene cuts.

“I’m escaping the dorms,” Sora laughs, a pink and white cat beanie on her head with a white Sanrio mask covering her lower face. “Sunghoon-oppa woke up, and I don’t want to be there when he realizes I drew on his face.” She giggles to herself, looking behind her. “Ah, someone’s following me..”

What??

“Yah! I know seven men that will come and beat you up!” She suddenly yells, still looking behind her. The viewers can see the silhouette of a person behind her.

Sora??? What are you doing???

Sora giggles as the person comes closer, “So scary,” the person teases, revealing their face to the camera.

Jungwon? What are you doing here???

“They’re all strong,” Sora and Jungwon snicker, before Sora continues, “You wouldn’t want to meet them. Especially this one guy, he’s a bit younger than me.. He’s really weird. He thinks he’s a cat.”

Jungwon hisses at her and she laughs, pulling her mask down to her chin.

“Just kiddinggg,” she says in English, dragging the last word out, looping her arm through his. “You’re cute, Wonnie.”

“Thank you,” he side-eyes her, and she’s practically cheesing at him. Her hand comes up to squeeze his cheeks, and although he bats her away the first few times, he eventually lets her. “What are you doing out here by yourself? It’s dangerous.”

Sora’s eyes roll, “I was waiting for that. Is that why you followed me out here?”

“Yes,” Jungwon nods, looking around, “I’ll claw at anyone who tries to bother you.”

Sora laughs, right as a phone starts to ring. Sora looks down and grabs her phone, giggling when she looks at the screen, “Ah… He found out,” she starts to turn the phone around before Jungwon quickly grabs her wrist, stopping her from showing the camera her screen. “Oh. Sunghoon-oppa is calling,” she says, quickly silencing the call.

“Why? What’d you do?” He side-eyes her.

Sora grins, “He fell asleep while we were watching The Simpsons so I drew on his face.”

Jungwon laughs, looking around them again, “I hope you took a picture.”

“Duh!” She laughs, showing him her phone screen again after tapping it a few times. Jungwon bursts into laughter, making her giggle. “I won’t show it to protect his image but..” She looks at her phone again, “He looks handsome even with a mustache and unibrow.” The two start cackling again.

Her phone starts binging every few moments, the two making eye contact before giggling again.

All they do is laugh and have fun with each other. Getting jealous here…

“Let’s not stay out too late,” Jungwon says, looking around.

This is the third time you’ve looked around.. Are you expecting someone?

Sora nods, looking around, too. “It’s getting colder the later it gets, I’m already shivering.” She looks at the camera, “We’re going to head back to the dorm. Will you help me sneak in without Sunghoon-oppa seeing me?” She looks at Jungwon.

Jungwon hums, pretending to think about it, “Sit next to me tomorrow and I will.”

“Deal,” she grins cutely, turning to the camera. “See you~” The two wave goodbye.

The scene cuts.

Sora’s holding the camera in her hand as she brushes her teeth, the editors speeding the clip up. It only slows down when she’s getting ready to get her skincare items out of her vanity in her room. They catch a knock on the door, and Sora’s smiling before she says, “Come in!”

Another surprise visit?

“Hi,” Sunoo comes into frame, waving with a bag in his other hand. His hair is tied up out of his face. He turns to Sora, “Can we do our skincare together?”

Ah, hello Sunoo~

Sora smiles, “Duh.” She moves over in her chair and Sunoo sits next to her, getting out his own skincare. “Sunoo and I do our skincare together all the time,” she says as she applies what seems to be cleanser. “I actually got some of my products from him as a gift,” she giggles and the camera catches Sunoo’s blushing cheeks. The editors add more blush to his cheeks.

So cute…

“Tomorrow we have a schedule so sleep early,” Sunoo says as the editors speed through their routine. “And if you can’t sleep, come to my room.”

Sunoo is so sweet.. 🥲

Sora smiles, looking at Sunoo through the mirror, “Oh? Why would I come to your room?”

Sunoo looks at her in shock from her reply before his face contorts, “You know why.”

Sora can’t help but laugh at his face, nodding, “I know.” Sunoo looks satisfied towards the camera.

The two continue in silence before Sora breaks it again.

“You know I’m probably not going to sleep, right?”

Sunoo laughs, “I know. I’m just saying to be polite.” Sora grins, shaking her head at him.

So you say… ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

She turns to the camera, showing off her glassy, bare face. “I want to try a new eye makeup look whenever we don’t have a schedule again, and I think I’ll record it,” she says, and when Sunoo doesn’t respond, she looks at him.

“Oh, you were talking to me?” Sunoo looks surprised.

“Who else?” Sora thumps him on the arm lightly.

“The camera!” He laughs, “What are you wanting to do?”

“Ah, I’ll show you,” she grabs her phone from the side, taking a few moments to show him. “I saw it on—” she looks at the camera and hesitantly says, “— This photo app.” Sunoo laughs at her trying to censor the app name.

“Ah, you’ll look like a fairy,” Sunoo comments, smiling at her phone and then at Sora, making eye contact with her. “A pretty fairy.”

Sora laughs, avoiding eye contact and practically snatches her phone back from his hand, “Ha, ha, yeah…” Sunoo, again, looks at the camera smugly. “Show them an upclose view of your face,” she suddenly says, tugging on his shirt slightly, “before we go.”

“Oh, okay,” Sunoo mumbles as he gets closer to the camera, showing the viewers all angles.

Sora can’t be seen, but she says, “Sunoo’s so handsome, right, ENGENE?”

“Okay, okay..” He rushes back to his spot, cheeks flushed and she laughs.

Pretty and handsome best friends! We’re jealous.

“The editors are going to have to cut so much of this,” Sora says, looking at the camera. “It’s time for bed,” Sunoo laughs, and she smiles, “I’m going to try and sleep. ENGENE, make sure to stay healthy. We love you.” She leans back and makes half a heart on the side of her face, Sunoo quickly completing it. “Bye~”

Bye~ 👋

#enhypen 8th member #enhypen addition #enhypen female addition #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #kpop female addition #enhypen added member #kpop addition

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halucynator · 9 months

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Can I get a FIC abt the reader being Theodore’s gf and best friend and she’s embarrassed and alone in her dorm bc of cramps and they are REALLY REALLY bad and he just comforts her and they snuggle and he gives her his hoodie and fluffy!! (I’m dying from my cramps in my bed rn 🙏 I need comfort from my book bf)

Just you.

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, mention of periods, cramps (I don't think that's a warning but wtv), not proof read

Summary: Amidst intense pain and vulnerability from severe cramps, you find comfort in the presence of your caring boyfriend, Theodore.

A/n: first of all, I'm so sorry about your cramps, hope you feel better! Second of all, I hope this is to your liking 💖

Fluff, fluff and fluffff!!

Rain tapped gently against the window, creating a soothing rhythm that seemed at odds with the storm raging within you. Clutching a heating pad to your abdomen, you curled up on your dorm bed, desperately wishing for the presence of your boyfriend and best friend, Theodore. You were alone, vulnerable, and your cramps were worse than ever.

Theodore had been busy with his own studies, yet he somehow managed to realise you weren't feeling well. So, as the rain continued its dance outside, he arrived at your doorstep, concern etched on his face.

"Hey, are you okay?" His voice was soft, full of worry.

You mustered a faint smile, your voice barely audible. "Hey, Theodore."

He crossed the room in a few swift strides, sitting on the edge of your bed. His touch was gentle as he placed his hand on your forehead, checking for fever. "You don't look so good. What's happening?"

You couldn't hide the pain any longer. "It's just... really bad cramps."

His expression softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "I'm so sorry you're going through this," he said with genuine concern.

You bit your lip, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and embarrassment. You didn't want him to see you like this, weak and in pain. But as you looked into his eyes, all you saw was empathy and love.

"You don't have to hide how you're feeling," he whispered, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and you nodded, letting your guard down. "I know, it's just... really bad this time."

He didn't hesitate. He moved closer, creating a space for you to curl up against him. His arms enveloped you, providing a shield against the torment you were experiencing.

"Lean on me," he murmured, his voice a comforting melody. "You don't have to go through this alone."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the intensity of the pain but also the warmth of his embrace. Theodore's arms around you were steady and strong, a reminder that you weren't alone in this struggle.

Minutes turned into hours as Theodore's thumb traced calming patterns on your back. The sound of the rain outside felt like a gentle lullaby, soothing your racing heart.

"Do you want anything? Water, tea, maybe a snack?" Theodore's voice was soft, caring.

You shook your head, your voice muffled against his shoulder. "Just you."

He smiled, his eyes softening with affection. "I'm right here," he reassured you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Time seemed to blur as you sat there, finding comfort in each other's presence. The pain began to decrease, replaced by the soothing cadence of Theodore's heartbeat. The rain outside felt like a cleansing force, washing away the turmoil within you.

"You know, I once read that distraction can help with pain," Theodore broke the silence.

You managed a weak chuckle, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "You're distracting enough."

His grin was infectious, his eyes lighting up with warmth. "Well, I do have one more trick up my sleeve." He reached for a nearby book and handed it to you. "How about I read to you? It might take your mind off things."

You blinked, touched by his thoughtfulness. "You'd do that?"

"Of course," he replied softly. "Anything to make you feel better."

As he read, his voice wove a tale that carried you away from the pain. The discomfort became a distant echo as you got lost in the words. The rain outside continued its soft melody, a backdrop to this intimate moment.

Eventually, fatigue crept in, and you nestled your head against his chest. Theodore adjusted his position, allowing you to find a comfortable spot. He continued reading, his voice a soothing balm that lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

When you woke up, the pain had lessened considerably. You found yourself wrapped in a fluffy blanket, Theodore's arm still around you. His presence was soothing and helped you remember that you were safe and cared for.

"Feeling any better?" he asked gently kissing your cheek, his eyes meeting yours.

You nodded, smiling gratefully. "Yeah, thanks to you."

His smile was like a warm embrace, his eyes reflecting his genuine feelings. He kissed you one last time before you sat there in silence, finding comfort in eachother's presence.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #theodore nott x reader #theo x reader #theo fluff #theodore nott x you #theodore #theo nott x reader #theodore nott fluff #theodore x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott imagine #friends to lovers #theo nott fluff #fluff

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ramsayxme · 5 months

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Chapter One / Chapter Two / AO3 Link

Authors Note: TW- forced sex, forced oral sex, slight violence, Ramsay things, abandonment, etc etc.

Chapter Three: Your Reward

You finished your bath alone. A servant came in to add wood to the fire, allowing you to have promised warmth for the night. The water grew cold as you soaked, hoping and praying to the Gods that the water would cleanse you of his touch. When the water was finally as cold as the air, you pulled yourself out and slumped in front of the fire, pulling your knees to your chest. You hadn't been given another nightgown. You wrapped a pelt around your shivering and damp body as you allowed yourself to air dry in front of the fire.

Once you dried, you padded naked to the door. You knocked aggressively. "Can I get some clothes?" You yelled. A man was on the other side, keeping watch of your door, and he hollered back to you in a gruff voice. "Lord Ramsay has not delivered any clothes for his prisoner." You huffed, slightly annoyed. You walked over to your bed and laid down, covering yourself with the blankets. It was nearly impossible to tell what time of day it was here, your tiny window only ever showed overcast snowy skies.

You closed your eyes, exhausted from the last 48 hours, and wanted to attempt to get some sleep while Ramsay was likely on a hunt or doing whatever it was that evil Lord's did during the day. You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep.

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You stirred, waking up. Your room was nearly pitch dark, the fire completely dead. The only light you could focus on was the lit candles on your small table. You jumped, realizing that Ramsay was sitting at the chair next to your table, staring at you as you woke up. He had a wine cup in front of him, no doubt full to the brim. He had no expression on his face as he stared at you. You closed your eyes again, hoping that he wasn't really there and you were imagining things.

"I brought you the clothes you asked for." Ramsay's voice echoed in your room, breaking the silence. You groaned, your body was aching. You opened your eyes to look at Ramsay. "Thank you...M'lord." You whispered as you sat up in bed, making sure the blankets stayed over your naked skin. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" He asked you. You gingerly rubbed your face, softly allowing your brain to turn on again. "No, Rams- My Lord. I don't know." He chuckled. "You slept all day and all night. You poor, tired thing." He suddenly stood up, the chair scooting loudly.

You believed him. You had been so exhausted, you could imagine yourself sleeping that long. "I'm sorry, My Lord, I was very tired." You watched him intently as he walked over to your bed, sitting on the foot of it. "It's quite alright. I forgive you." He smiled, his eyes strangely calm. You didn't understand his dynamic, one minute he was angry at you and the next, loving and soft. He leaned forward towards you, and whispered, "I missed you yesterday. I came by last night but I saw how deeply you were sleeping. I didn't want to..." his eyes rolled around their sockets, searching for the right words. "...disturb you."

You forced a gentle smile. "Well, thank you for that. I needed the rest. That was... very kind of you." Ramsay chuckled, placing his hand on top of your leg over the blankets. "Kindness is what I am known for, My Lady." You weren't sure what to do, so you just softly smiled at him. He stood up and walked to the window, staring outside. "You deserve a reward, you see." He began.

"Last night after I visited and then left, the servant who was in charge of locking the door seemed to have forgotten his duties. Your door went unlocked all night long as you slept!" He exclaimed. Your heart sank. You could've escaped. You mentally scolded yourself for not being more vigilant. "But! Don't you worry, I took care of him. He won't be guarding your door any longer... come and see!" He beckoned you with his hand. You slid off the bed, dragging the blankets on the floor behind you, still covering your body.

You reached the window and Ramsay draped his arm over your shoulders, pressing his cheek against yours. "Look, there." He pointed outside. Your eyes followed the imaginary line until you saw it. Hanging on a wooden platform, there was the bloody and fully exposed muscular system of what was once a man. You gasped and looked away, burying your face into Ramsay's shoulder. He chuckled. "Aww, you are so innocent. That was the man that failed to lock the door, you see? I could've done that to you when you tried to run away. But, I showed you mercy." He cooed into your ear, his free hand playing with your hair.

"Are you ready for your reward?" He asked, using his index finger to tilt your chin up to look at him. "Are you going to flay me?" You asked, lower lip trembling. Ramsay smiled empathetically and cradled your face with his hand. "No of course not. Your reward isn't being flayed, silly girl. Your reward is pleasure." You stiffened, unsure of what he was alluding to. "Go, lay on the bed." He pointed towards your bed. You reluctantly made your way and laid down, burrowing under the covers. Ramsay began unlacing his shirt as he approached you. You prepared yourself to be used once again by him, and a knot formed in your stomach.

You closed your eyes, listening to Ramsay's leather fall to the floor along with his trousers and the clatter of his knives. You felt the weight on the bed as he climbed on top of you. You opened your eyes, expecting his face to be in front of you, but it wasn't. You saw him lifting the covers at the foot of the bed, and crawling head first in. "Let me please you." You heard him say under the blankets. Your body stiffened as you felt his shoulders between your ankles, and then up to your thighs.

He pushed your knees up, resting your thighs on his shoulders. You clamped your legs together, but Ramsay softly spread them. You felt your stomach churn, but this time, it wasn't with anxiety. You felt your core warm up as he began kissing your inner thighs softly, gently sucking as his lips grazed your skin. You held your breath as his hands traveled up, squeezing your breast softly, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. You whined, your body at war with itself. Ramsay was coaxing you gently with kisses, begging you to relax as he kissed as high as he could on your thighs.

You exhaled a moan as his lips met your wet cunt, kissing and sucking gently. He hummed with delight as he felt you were already wet for him. He gripped your thighs with his hands as he pulled your legs apart, allowing him full access to your most sensitive area. "Ramsay I-" You tried to say, but were cut off by your own gasping as he swirled his tongue around your clit. He was very good at this, which was making your body go into a pleasure induced swim even if you didn't want it to.

He continued to kiss your folds, his tongue snaking inside you as his nose pressed against you perfectly. You allowed your eyes to close as you sank deeper into his trance. You reached under the blankets and started swirling your fingers in his curls, gently gripping at his hair. He groaned as you did so, causing vibrations to gently tickle you as he licked. Your grip on his hair tightened as he licked faster and more passionately. "Doesn't that feel good?" He groaned, his lips grazing your clit. You moaned in response because unfortunately, it did.

You had never been eaten out before, but Ramsay definitely knew what he was doing. Your body was shivering under his touch, a flick of the tongue was enough to send a rolling wave of lust over you. You wanted him badly. You tugged at his hair and lifted the covers. "Ramsay, I want-" He reached up and covered your mouth with his hand. You whined into his hand as he silenced you, his other hand made its way down to your core.

"I know what you want." He whispered while pushing two of his fingers deep inside you. You lifted your hips, begging for more. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of you, the slow pace driving you crazy. Your hips began grinding on his fingers as he kept kissing your clit. You felt yourself climbing towards orgasm, and Ramsay could tell. He read it on your face. He pulled himself up, and his fingers slid out of you completely. Ramsay lie down next to you on the bed and he put one of his toned arms behind his head.

He grinned at you, his face slick with your arousal as he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you down to his waist. You immediately took his hard cock in your mouth. "That's right, good girl." He groaned as you began allowing his cock to fill your throat. You bobbed your head slowly up and down on his length, you couldn't quite fit all of it in your throat without gagging. Ramsay seemed to enjoy the gagging, though. You felt his hands on the back of your head as he applied pressure, pushing your face down on his cock.

You groaned, gagging on him. He exhaled loudly as you gagged around him, your throat contracting on his twitching cock. "Ahh, that feels so good..." His voice was raspy and low. You wanted him inside you. At this moment, you didn't care that he had flayed a man earlier today just for fun. You didn't care that he would probably hurt you within the next hour. You didn't care that he was Ramsay Bolton.

You pushed yourself up, Ramsay staring at you wide eyed. You quickly straddled him, his cock soaking wet with your spit. He chuckled as he saw the desperation in your eyes. "You want me badly, don't you?" He reached out, squeezing your hips. You nodded, whining as you rocked back and forth on his lap, his cock nudging at your entrance. "Take me then. After all, this is your reward."

Ramsay kept kneading at your hips and thighs as you guided his cock inside you. Your body was sent into a euphoric state as he filled you, moaning loudly as your walls stretched to accommodate him. Ramsay was watching you intently as you filled with pleasure, his eyes wide and tracking your face as you slid up and down. Sweat began forming on his forehead and on you as well. Your legs were already so sore from everything you had been through and he noticed you struggling to keep a decent pace.

Ramsay smiled, flipping you over so he was on top. "I'll take care of you, you just enjoy your reward..." he began thrusting into you. Your eyes rolled back as you allowed him to fuck you at his own pace. You didn't realize how badly you wanted him until now. You dug your fingernails into his back as he thrusted, groaning while you dug them in deep. You felt the warmth of your orgasm approaching as he continued to keep the pace. You started to tip over the edge, spilling over and flooding with pleasure. Ramsay didn't slow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

You were panting, aching, and trembling as Ramsay pulled out of you and threw you to the floor by your hair. You slammed onto the ground hard and looked up at him, your body and mind spinning from being so full of pleasure to suddenly thrown on the floor. Ramsay stepped forward, his cock dripping from being inside you. He grabbed your hair and lifted you to your knees, forcing his cock into your mouth. You didn't have the strength or energy to fight back as he fucked your face.

You barely had caught your breath before his cock was in your throat and you were gagging on him again. He groaned words to you, but you were in such a haze that you didn't understand them. He let go of your hair and you fell to the floor, leaving his cock unattended. He growled angrily as he lifted you up and threw you on the bed face first. He slammed his hand down, smacking your ass cheek so hard you let out a shriek. "I said bend over!" He barked. You must've not heard him the first time, as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed.

His hands grabbed your hips and he fucked you from behind, slamming your thighs into the side of the mattress. He kept smacking your ass, leaving you whining like a pathetic whore. You could tell Ramsay was close to finishing as he got more erratic with his thrusts. He flipped you over to your back, and he straddled your stomach. One of his hands immediately went around your throat while his other hand began stroking his cock which was twitching and ready to release.

He began choking you as he jerked himself off, he was completely sweaty and his face was very serious. You couldn't help but swoon at the sight in front of you. You almost felt lucky to see him like this. Suddenly, the hand choking you pulled back and landed swiftly across your cheek, sending a ringing through your ears. He smacked you across the face. You cried out and Ramsay came, his warm cum hitting you in the face where he slapped you and sliding down to pool in your neck. He held a fist full of your hair from the top of your head as he finished cumming.

His breathing was heavy as he stood up, leaving you on the bed covered in his seed. He smiled at you as he threw you a cloth off the floor. "Keep doing good things and I will reward you more often." He grinned as he pulled his clothes back on. You laid there, wiping his cum from your face and neck. "You do look lovely like this..." He chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Now, be a good girl and clean up this room. I'll be back for you tomorrow." Ramsay swiftly left the room without another word.

You finished wiping yourself off and sat in silence, allowing your body and mind to process what just happened. On one hand, you were humiliated and hated him for using 'your reward' as a chance to just get what he wanted... but on the other hand, you were pleased to be the lady who he used for his pleasure. You were confused and ashamed as you splashed the cold water from your last bath on your face, washing yourself up. You argued with yourself as part of you wished he would come back for more.

Chapter Four

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