#and as much as i would love to hug all of you its just not possible :(

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Burn

My heart always hurts when I watch the cutscene where Astarion burns under the sun. Dammit Larian Studios

Summary: You chase after Astarion when he runs away from the rising sun and remind him that you chose him.

You watch as blue lines crawl across his skin, steam rising as the sun eats away at him once more, now that he is free of the parasite. You hear the panic and sadness in his voice as reality sets in — he is no longer immune to the sun, condemned forever to live in the shadows. His ruby red eyes lift to meet yours as his skin scorches, an apology falling from his lips and he rushes to find shelter before you can say anything.

“Astarion!” You shout, watching his fading figure. He doesn’t look back, of course he doesn’t, he doesn’t have the time to when all he can think about is how his skin is searing. Your other companions remain rooted but your legs find an extra burst of energy and soon you find yourself hot on your lover’s trail, desperate to find him.

“Astarion!” You call out, panting from the exertion. Running like that just after defeating a Netherbrain was not a good idea, and you can feel your head spinning. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to steady yourself and lean against the nearby wall, getting as much air into your lungs as possible.

“Astarion,” you gasp, forcing yourself to keep moving, telling yourself that the vampire was suffering more than you were. You stagger onwards, barely remembering where you last saw him and pray that he hasn’t gotten far.

You make your way to a stack of crates hidden behind a docked ship and find a figure huddled in the corner, shaking. You stumble towards the figure, fingers hastily fumbling for the clasp of your cloak which you throw around the figure’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Star,” you breathe, relieved. You feel his arms slide around your waist tentatively, cautiously hugging you back.

“Why are you here?” He whispers. The scent of your lifeblood fills his nose, causing fangs to peek out but he holds himself back, holds the hunger back.

“For you, of course.” You continue to hold onto him tightly. “I’m not leaving you alone, not ever.”

“Why?” He can feel you, feel your warmth, your touch, but a part of him still nags at him, trying to convince him that this is all just a dream, that you want nothing to do with him, not when he is confined to the darkness. He runs his fingers through your hair, taking in the fact that you’re here with him, that you came for him when you could be out in the new dawn with the others.

“Why? Because I love you, I’m hopelessly in love with you and I don’t want a future without you.” Your fingers ghost over the burns, an ache in your heart when you see how badly the sun has burnt him. Even as the sun scorched him, he still took the time to apologise, to look you in the eye, to tell you of how much he enjoyed the journey.

“Even if it means being unable to live in the day? Being unable to feel the sun on your skin?” The words cause a lump to form in his throat. He wants to push you away, tell you to find someone else, someone better. You deserve so much better than whatever he can give you, you deserve to be able to live with the sun warming your skin, you deserve —

“Yes. I know what it means to be in a relationship with you, I know it means never seeing the sun again, never feeling its warmth, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you.” The fierce fire he fell in love with back then burns in your eyes, daring him to deny you your choice and he feels himself falling for you all over again.

Your devotion to the people you care about, the lengths you would go for each of them, the love you had for those around you. He had once found all these traits foolish, but now they were his saving line, the reason you were currently kneeling by his side, tenderly caressing the rough burnt skin of his cheek as you firmly declared your intent to remain by his side for the rest of your life.

You pull the cloak over his head and shoulders, ensuring they cover as much of his skin as possible.

“I look terrible, don’t I?” He gives a hollow laugh.

“And yet still so beautiful. It’s not fair how you can pull that off.” You chuckle, tilting your head to offer your neck to him.

“Drink up,” you say with a smile so bright it blinds him. “Then we’ll head back to Elfsong Tavern and discuss what to do next.”

He tugs at the cloak around him. It smells of you, the scent deep and warm. He buries himself in it, grateful for the protection it provides and gently rests his lips against your bare neck. His fangs prick your skin, and then dig deeper as blood begins to flow into his mouth. The cracking blue lines on his skin start to fade, his usual pale likeness coming back as he drinks your precious lifeblood, savouring every drop freely given.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your neck.

“Anytime,” you murmur back, holding him close. It always brings a sense of comfort, feeling him in your embrace, breathing in his scent. You hold him for a while longer, basking in the feeling of his cold undead skin against your warm living skin until the others find the both of you.

Your group makes its way back to Elfsong Tavern while shielding Astarion from the sun’s rays. The walk is filled with a quiet yet comfortable silence, exhaustion from the day’s fight and thoughts of the future that lay ahead setting in.

Everyone files into their own rooms, leaving you and Astarion standing in the corridor, facing one another.

“You really mean it?” He asks. He has to confirm, he has to make sure that he is making the right decision to entrust a part of his future to you.

“Mean what?” You tilt your head quizzically.

“That you don’t mind staying with me.” He shifts his weight from one leg to another, playing the corners of the cloak over his head.

“I mean it. We’ll find a way to get you walking in the sun again, and if we cannot, then I don’t mind spending the rest of my life in the shadows.” You take his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly. “You’re all I need, you’re all I want in this future of my choosing. I hope I’m in the future you choose as well.”

In the future he chooses? He…oh right. Cazador is dead, there is no master to tell him what to do, to control his every move. He can decide what he wants to do next, where he wants to go, who he chooses to spend his time with.

And he wants to spend it all with you.

“Of course you are, my love. There’s no one else I’d rather have.” He flashes his usual smile, eyes softening at the way you light up upon hearing his words.

“Then…let’s start planning it, together.”

“Together.” He agrees, liking the way his new future sounds. Even if he had to skulk in the shadows for eternity, maybe such a life wasn’t so bad with you around. He would have you to wake up to, be able to hold you, be loved by you, even if he had to burn under the sun.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion romance #astarion x durge #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #durgestarion

[gglitch1dd]

Hi lovey, Can we get more of reader and Bakugou and eijiros kid?? I forgot the names, so im calling them that for now🤡. I kinda wanna know if Katsuki feels some typa stuff like "Lord, she's hugging my kid. Wish it was me who impregnated her🙄"😭😭😭And hunny, eijirous child is so adorable???? I feel like u wrote smth about her being a little plump, and i just KNOW it's from readers cooking and Eijirous genes😛

And btw what do I call u? Just glitch???

(Sorry for answering so late Anon, FORGIVE ME)

Katsuki's kid is Kane, Eijiro's kid is Satomi.

Katsuki definitely feels that way everytime he sees Reader hold Kane.

Fun fact, reader took a lot of care of Kane and Satomi, especially when they were younger and Katsuki, Eijiro and Izuku were busy with hero work, maybe on a long mission or for a few hours, so Kane and Satomi pretty much see reader as their mom but they aren't allowed to call her that (according to Katsuki).

Kane is such a sweetie. He's best friends with Toshinori so he's pretty comfortable around Y/N especially since its a known fact that reader produced a lot of breast milk for when Toshinori was a baby (that brocolli gremlin was a hungry sucker), and considering Kane and Satomi never had a mother in their lives, they got some milk from Y/N (Not directly and she made sure everything was tested and it would be safe for them- be safe with other people's children<3).

So Katsuki would come, Eijiro took a lot more paternity leave than Katsuki, and he would see Y/N trying to teach Eijiro how to take care of newborns and he would see her just holding a little baby Kane who would look all sleepy and drinking from a bottle and holding her finger with his little hand when he was a newborn.

Poor Katsuki sees a glimpse of the future he could have had IF HE HADN'T CHEATED ON READER WITH EIJIRO.

And this man is fighting for his life everytime he sees you. When your hugging little Kane or helping him clean up his face when he eats all messy or kissing him on his cheek happy birthday.

Katsuki can't fight the thoughts in his head.

ESPECIALLY when he sees you all round and pregnant AGAIN, and AGAIN with Izuku's children.

He can't help but think would you glow just as much if it was his baby inside of you and not Izuku's? Would you smile that widely whenever you held your bump like the most precious thing in existence? Would you have that look on your face, that he had engrained into his mind, whenever you came on his cock? That look of pure euphoria with a half lidded gaze and pleasure filled giggles out of your lips.

If he was still at your side, with a diamond ring that he would make sure put Izuku to shame, with his brats inside of you, and his brats calling you mommy, and his brats running to you, and loving you, and feeding from you and hugging you...

would you still look that happy?

Katsuki delusions say you would be even more so.

You love Kane and Satomi just like they were your own, but mostly because they don't have a mom to turn to.

Eijiro is so ever grateful for all of your help. he feels terrible everytime he sees you and he asks for it. He knows that he ruined your relationship with Katsuki, and despite the both of you having talked about it and you having outright stated "No Eijiro, it's okay. I'm happy now! Why would I be mad?"

Eijiro still feels bad.

He tries everything to take care of Kane and Satomi, especially with Katsuki so damn focused on work and trying to surpass Izuku. It was sickening often than not, but Eijiro never got the time to be upset because he was too busy trying to take care of two babies, both five months apart from one another.

Eijiro loved his daughter from the moment he heard her little heartbeat when she was still inside the surrogate's womb. He loved her and prayed for her everyday. And the moment she was born, Eijiro thought his life was full. He had his wonderful Kane, and now his darling daughter Satomi.

Being on breastmilk and her being a Kirishima, Satomi instantly turned into the cutest chubby baby ever. With round cheeks and a giggle laugh that made Eijiro smile. She was a daddy's girl true and true.

She never really does lose the weight even as she grows older, but Eijiro always thinks it suits her because she's so beautiful.

Especially since from a young age, all Satomi wanted to do was follow you around. She would follow you like a little shadow, her ruby eyes, wide and big just like her father's, would watch and try to learn everything that you did. She loved her father but she looked to you as a role model.

She would come home everyday, telling her father of what you had taught her, what new recipe or treat or hack that you had given her today. She would come to you for homework and advice and you even encouraged her extra more with her dreams in singing.

Even though she was a very sensitive thing and often got sad because Katsuki would want her to be a hero just like her fathers, Eijiro never really minded and you were always there to give her that motherly hug that she so craved.

Eijiro knew that his daughter would never have a mother, not in the way that she needed, but he was glad that she had you. He was glad that her and Kane had you. It put his heart to ease everytime his kids would beam up at you with childlike innocence in their eyes.

He wished Katsuki could put the same effort he put into his work as he did with their kids.

-Glitch1d

#kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki angst #kirishima eijiro x reader #izuku x reader #dilf izuku midoriya #dilf izuku x reader #dilf bakugou x reader #dilf kirishima x reader

[unabashednightmarepizza]

A/N: I am just starting to play Honkai so if there is anything wrong or that just doesn't make sense, please tell me!

A/N ²: This is me attempting to adopt and protect my babies, wrapping them in cotton and never leaving their side... And I got sleepy at the end, or else I would have written Aventurine and Dan Heng too :( If anyone has ideas for Honkai SAGAU, please do send some asks 👏🏻

Imagine... The Creator!Reader in Honkai verse. You were just idly passing by, to see what your children were doing after the Ones you left in charge... Pretty much usurped your throne.

Imagine the Creator!Reader seeing, witnessing all the deaths and sorrow IPC created...in the name of "economy". Such thing was absurd, why would they do that, slaving and using people for their benefit to make more and more when you gave all the humans and even the Aeons enough source to love in harmony?

Why would they destroy people, families, lives... Planets?

Imagine... Creator!Reader's disappointment as They slump back on their throne. They gave them life, opportunities to overcome their mind's limit and be someone to be remembered... They gave them life sources, water, air, planets to live on, souls to feel and think and passions to find a reason to be alive... And yet, there were some people, the people of your Aeon Qlipoth, who was usualy indifferent, deciding that they were the ones to destroy the harmony and balance you had settled for everyone.

They thought Yours wasn't the final saying, that your word wasn't the absolute

How many more times did they have to go through all of the syages of self-destruction before they finally used their mind and consciousness together? Before they realized your Balance was the most beneficial for everyone?

Imagine... Knowing what would happen, even though pain was a constant part of human life, They didn't want their creation to suffer such a fate. Loosing humanity, everything that made humans humans... Loosing your family and witnessing their deaths right before their eyes, only being seen as the sins someone that wasn't you did and being exiled, pushed aside and running away for not to be hunted and all the reasons for your disappointment... Creator!Reader decides to take the reigns.

First, they go to visit a certain father and daughter duo. They watch from the side as they spend time, caring for the horses, playing guitar and braiding each other's hair. They couldn't help the smile that slowly took over their face, watching with fondness at the innocence of that little toddler... Before their eyes met, and a spark erupted.

From now on, as much as Boothill was first skeptical about them, he accepted to have Them around since his daughter and siblings loved Them so much. The little girl often slept on Them while cuddling, her soul immediately knowing the presence of its creator... Of course They didn't tell them everything, that their lives would be over because of Their greedy creations... And of course, the fact that They were the Allmighty Creator they kept telling tales about.

They loved this little found family a lot, with the human body They crafted to blend in, and soon found Themselves attached. Soon, They found Themselves cooking and cleaning around, running after the children with a toddler attached to their hip as the silent affection between Them and Boothill grew with all the loving and fleeting touches, hugging and cuddling, stargazing at night but never leaving their eyes off of each other...

But an omnipresent being falling in love with their creations was...against the balance... Especially when the day of their death too, came closer, and They were the one who lied, although it was to protect them.

But please, they were the Creator, to Weaver of All Fates, were the measly humans really going to stop Them? Take what was rightfully theirs?

Don't think so.

Before the fall of the planet, when all the equipments of IPC broke and the Path of those who worked under it, alongside Qlipoth's, were taken away for some time... That was when Qlipoth understood that they initially fucked up and angered the Creator. Now, another Aeon who had a head over their shoulders, would probably go nuts with fear and cower at some kind of corner of the universe...

But greed? Greed was often stronger that rationality.

Did any of that shitty behaviour stop? No, not really.

So, it was up to you to save and protect all those traumatised kids... And also make sure that a whole race didn't get wiped out.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail imagines #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr imagines #honkai star rail boothill #hsr boothill #honkai star rail boothill x reader #boothill x reader #boothill x you #boothill x y/n #boothill imagines #hsr boothill x reader #hsr boothill imagine #boothill angst #hsr boothill angst #hsr sagau #hinkai star rail sagau #honkai star rail creator au #hsr creator au #hsr aventurine angst #hsr aventurine #found family #fluff #angst #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #hsr dan heng

[fiendishfables]

Lucifer is one of those guys who is really happy to love someone & to be loved in return. He would treat you right, that’s for sure. 💕👹

Lucifer Morningstar Headcannons

warnings: nsfw, fluff

words: 584

a/n: this feels a bit rushed because I tried to make it earlier, but tumblr loves to delete my progress on things so- blep. Also, whoever is sending these in, I LOVE YOU, these are fun, hehe <3

SFW

Due to his questionable past, Lucifer has always been a bit skeptical of love

Unfortunately, he is used to the good things in his life, the things he so happens to love the most, up and abandoning him 

But then, Lucifer being Lucifer, he’s all too forgiving

He is quite the incentive driven creature 

If he goes into a relationship where he knows he will be granted the gift of receiving the same pleasures that he himself provides for his partner, he just might have to poke at you a bit to ensure that you are indeed a real being, and not some walking figment of his imagination

His motivations are similar to those of a puppy

Besides being a good boy as unintentionally as he does, he is lured in by the sense of some sort of reward

Bonus points if that reward involves some sort of physical contact, no matter the level of intimacy

This man is touch starved; put your hands on him in one way or another, please

Honestly, just jump on his back and hug him; he loves little displays of affection like that the most (even if you almost give him a heart attack the first few times)

You openly offering him the affection he so dearly craves from another person, it’s a for sure way to get him to stick around 

In fact, you may never be able to get rid of him

Lucifer, despite being in Hell, may just be the most loyal soul down in that shithole

Once the two of you have an officially established relationship, just the thought of being with anyone else other than you makes him cringe

He makes sure to mark his calendars for any sort of important date; anniversaries, date nights, dinners, etc

Yes, he has multiple calendars; he forgets things easy, but that just shows his devotion towards you is as true as he claims it is

Randomly will turn up at your domicile with a bouquet of flowers every now and again

Doesn’t have to be a special occasion or anything; just wants to show his love and appreciation for you

Finding someone that reciprocates his lovable energy and spirit is not easy, but you managed to snare his heart from the get-go

NSFW

Speaking of reciprocating love for another, Lucifer is a natural at pleasuring his partner

He refuses to leave the bedroom unless you convince him that you are truly satisfied with his efforts

Won’t let you pleasure him and then not give you anything back

It's just not in his nature to leave his lover awaiting his touch; he can’t go a day without yours, so why should you have to?

His tongue is as talented as they come; he can eat you out like there's no tomorrow to do so

King of praise

Loves to praise you and make you feel good with his actions, as well as his words

Always asks if you’re enjoying whatever he’s doing to you; if he gets even a hint that you’re uncomfortable, he’ll freeze like a deer in headlights

Probably cries during sex sometimes, claiming that he doesn’t deserve you; then proceeds to go on a fifteen minute rant about how lucky he is to have found a kind soul such as yourself to make him happy again

Every time you two make love it’s as if its your last

You’ve done so much for him; the least he can do is make you feel good

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝟱 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦, 𝗟𝗡𝟰 lando norris x fem! reader (fluff) “. . . using his five senses, these are his favourite things about you.”

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Sight

Everyone knows Lando's mid at fashion. not as good as lewis or as depressing as max.

He has a quite good collection of hoodies and shirts that he loves

and much to his fortune, you like his tops as well

it always comes to him as a surprise, seeing you wearing a hoodie he knows you wouldn't own only to remember he wore it a few days ago.

"...is that mine?" "Where'd you get that- is that ... hey! thats mine!" "i thought i hid that!" "didn't i put that in the laundry?"

but he doesn't want you to stop wearing his stuff, its like a confirmation that you're his girl

besides you look good in his things, to the point that he picks out stuff he knows would look good with your skin tone

Lando put his hands on his hips with a huff, watching you walk around the apartment with the hoodie he's been searching for, walking around half naked for 40 minutes now. He wanted to protest or tease you, but decided to just throw his hands up in confusion. "Do you know how long i was looking for that?" he huffed. you looked at your hoodie momentarily before shrugging. "Wait, you're wearing it wrong." Lando sighed as he came up from behind you, pulled it off, flipped it inside out before pulling it back over your head and adjusting the sleeves.

Touch

As a racer, one of the most important arsenal are his hands

it's his thing, and it kind of makes him touchy at times, but not in a bad way of course

he loves holding your hands and playing, even with your fingers sometimes

he finds it very intimate

holding your palms to his, tanging your fingers together, hooking pinkies together, anything

"No!" Lando shouted in protest trying to reach back for your hand while still keeping his eyes on the roads. "Y/n!" He made grabby hands with an dramatic offended frown. You couldn't hold your laughter as he found your bicep and trained his finger till he found your hand and pulled it close to him. "This is mine!" He huffed, holding the back of your hand to his chest as if it were his most prized possession.

Smell

Lando cares a lot about of appearance, including how he smells. He's proud to have his own distinct smell, clone and deodorant and some expensive shampoo and body wash.

what makes him feral tho is smelling himself on you

if you've been cuddling or hugging for an extended time, if you're showering with him and you pick up the perfume of the shampoo

you're not going to escape his hold for a while

expect him to hold you hostage and nuzzle in you and leave kisses all over your neck or shoulder or back, constantly telling you how good you smell

it fills his ego, as if he's marked you

("oh my goood," lando's muffled scream came from your neck as he snaked his arms around your stomach, hugging you tight from behind. You tried to pull away, feeling shivers from lando's beard tickling your skin. "Nooo," You tried to push and pull for an escape but the brit held you tight, hooking his legs around your waist foor good measure. "How do you smell," he audibly took a big sniff from the side of your neck "so good?" he completed the sentences as he began leaving kisses all over your back.

Hearing

Lando's big on humour, everyone knows that. He likes to make everyone around him laugh.

you're his main victim though, he looks for good jokes or funny tiktoks just to get you wheezing

it's music to his ears, makes him feel as if all is right. your laughter and happiness mean more to him than any pole or fastest lap

He finds your laugh cute and contagious, always laughing with you

you two might as well end up laughing forever because neither of you can stop

("What was that?" you were wheezing on the floor, body shaking on your knees. Lando was couched, laughing in silence with his mouth open wide and eyes tearing up. He found himself shaking even more with his muted laugh at the sight of you falling on your back looking like a bug struggling to get back on its legs. He pointed at you and you pointed back at him feeling your face redden. "What are these two idiots doing?" Max fewtrell asked from a distance. )

Taste

Lando never ever eats without you. ever.

He drags you along to his races if he can because of this reason.

and if he can't, you're going to be staying up for a a face time so you can snack while he eats

The reasoning is that food without you tastes absolutely horrible and your presence makes everything much better

He also considers the food you feed him heavenly while someone might think your cooking is mid, lando appreciates the effort and time you put, which automatically makes everything 100 ties better

he also appreciates the fact that you cook and bake the things he likes the way he likes it, going out of your way to get and research recipes and go with trial and error and internally,

he also loves the fact that you banned fish or any sort of seafood from in the house.

and as cliché as it sounds, he can always feel the "love" you put into a meal, and will eat anything you give him, even if you brought him take out or a snack because you still thought of him

"I want to help." Lando watched you pull ingredients and tools from the cabinets and fridge. "I want to help." He repeated again with the pout, holding up the cliché apron that matched the one he wore already. "Alright alright." you gave in, putting the new apron on. "Fewtrell is coming in 30, I don't wanna look like an idiot." "You never look like an idiot." Lando scoffed, tightening the two strings into a bow for you. "You're the best chef. You beat Gordon Ramsey." "pretty sure Ramsey could wright a song about all the things wrong with the kitchen."

#‧˚⊹🪴 ଓ :: 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 ‧₊˚⤾ #﹒your lovers and you ﹒𐙚 #lando norris #lando #LN4 #lando norris x reader #lando x reader #ln4 x reader #formula 1 #formula racing #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris f1 #lando norris fluff #lando fluff #formula one smut #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #formula one x reader

[undercoverpena]

12. stormy sky

frankie morales x f!reader | chapter twelve of do me yourself

summary: a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

wordcount: 3.6k chapter warnings: anxious!reader. allusions to bad mental health day/sadness. frankie calls you 'rainy' (paint-related from chp.1) no other descriptions or name used. no use of y/n. an: this one is dedicated to all those who sometimes just need a day, a hug and a love. i see you, and i love you (notes at the bottom).

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key: frankie is in bold, you are in italics

It wasn’t often you felt the storm coming before it arrived.

At times, it was kind enough to make itself more obviously known than on other occasions. Sometimes, it just happened, almost beyond your control—a feeling that wells up inside, leaving you in a funk for a day or two.

An unexplainable force that commands you to smile outwardly but crumble inwardly.

Then, you rise again the next morning, or in a few, completely anew—like nothing had ever happened.

Occasionally, it rides in on unexplainable sadness that follows you like a rain cloud, spreading out into swelling grief that chokes you from the inside out. Other times, it would be a headache that bloomed behind your eyes into something uncontrollable, unmanageable, that only settled with bedsheets and darkness.

As soon as the email appeared in your inbox, you felt the latter. It throbbing, pulsing—beginning somewhere between your second to final nerve.

Things shifting; a wave forming. One which rose inside of you when you weren’t aligning with the person you were working with. It growing. Swelling. Expanding inside of you to the point you were sure it was going to dislodge bone and deform you forever. The words on the screen slowly blur, barely discernible as sentences and not just another paragraph of failure.

You knew this could happen. From time to time creative visions weren't always going to align. A thing you reminded yourself of regularly, routinely. Telling yourself it in the shower, mirror or as you make your third coffee past midnight.

It never does lessen the sting, though.

Just like now, when your hand can't seem to stop slamming the lid of your laptop shut, or when you find yourself nervously nursing your lower lip between your teeth, a bubbling sensation begins within. Your mind fractures, allowing a flood of negative thoughts to pour forth, corroding, spewing and slathering itself over everything good.

You clutch at your phone, feeling the rubber of your case. Not even thinking; not even checking the time—just calling.

And hoping.

Waiting.

As soon as you hear his sunshine-like voice say your name and 'Are you okay?' (practically spoken as one word), you feel yourself take a breath.

Becoming aware, only then, of how damp your cheeks are, that your hand is shaking as he repeats the question, more gently, less dunked in worry.

Surprisingly, it feels easy to say no. To unravel silently to him as he asks you a question you rarely have been asked: 'Do you want to talk about it or something different?'

It’s small, a simple thing. But your heart swells. Your shoulders unlodge themselves from your ears and your spine softens, making the choice, all with far too much ease. Taking in the sound of his voice as he clears it, you hear him ask lowly and gruffly if you're comfortable before he begins explaining how he has a non-permanent tattoo of a creature on his arm.

Not a dinosaur, Rainy. Not even something born or created from Jurassic Park—and how he was worried that due to its placement, people would think Harold’s had become rougher, more dangerous business.

“Dangerous?”

You swear you hear him shrug. “People might see me, all tattooed up and think the worst of the place.”

Giggling, your fingers massage your head. “Where is it?”

“Guess.”

For a brief moment, like when light shines from behind the clouds, you grin. Guessing, naming body parts you know it couldn’t be, but only to hear his laugh—bathe in the joy that he can only summon, rinse your woes in it in the hope tomorrow you wake lighter.

“Ass.”

“They’d definitely think Harold’s had fucking changed if my ass is out baby.”

Smirking, climbing into bed (his advice, one you happily took). “I think I’d visit more. It’s peachy.”

Peachy he scoffs, but you swear he’s grinning. Adjusting the t-shirt as you lie down—one of his, stolen (with permission) from the drawer you’d made for him, taking in the scent of him, all musk, wood and man as you welded it with the voice as you discover it’s on his cheek.

“How are you going to explain that one?”

His laugh flows down the phone, meeting your ear as you lean against your pillows, trying (with all that you have) to almost convince yourself that he was here—and not streets and streets away.

Morning, guess what doesn’t come off with soap and a scrub? A monster.

Hope you slept okay, baby. Can bring a coffee round on my break. Can even see if I can sweet-talk a larger one for you. Put it in a flask.

Rainy, you awake?

Baby I don’t mean to worry, I bet you’re fine, just busy caught up in doing work, but just let me know you’re okay.

I have the spare key still from that delivery. If you don’t want to see me, tell me.

You’re not sure of the time—drifting on wood out at the sea of your own making. Having done so for a while.

Distantly aware of the passing of time. That it was no longer 3 am, which had been the last time you'd last checked the time. The sun is far too bright through your curtains; desperate to claw its fingers in and yank you from your sheets.

It doesn't, can't.

Instead, you're floating; lost somewhere between awake and asleep—only being disturbed, rocked from it, at the sound of your front door opening. The stiffness of the door, the squeak of a floorboard. All things which should fill you with alarm, but barely make your head move.

Because it's thumping.

Pounding.

Too much stuffed in there to do anything but lie there. Split at the seams, the rest of you shaken like a snow globe.

It crosses your mind—briefly—that if they were here to rob you, they’d find very little to take. If they were here for you, they were most definitely mistaken. Your eyes struggle to stay open, even if your ears are tuning, trying to twist to each noise, only relaxing when you hear the intruder mutter fuck.

Because you know that fuck. Know the exact voice as though it lives in your head with the one that wouldn't quiet at 3 am.

For the most part, you have to admit Frankie is quiet. A skill he likely gained from his former life, the one where it was a necessity. He just didn’t know your home. You only being able to tell he’s here from the little things, like that he’s not completely aware your front door gets a little stuck when it’s really warm and that some floorboards are looser than others.

In the same way, he doesn’t know that if you open your partially shut bedroom door slowly, it groans like it’s being personally offended—

“Mierda.”

You’re sure you croak a Hi Frankie.

You think it anyway; wanting to give an invitation to come closer, to move further in as your eyes try to focus on the money tree named Moana. With each blink, the leaves slowly come into focus as you begin to adapt to the brightness cast in by, what you now assume must be the afternoon. Blinking when you see him crouch down, all soft curls and silky brown eyes.

“You worried me.”

Swallowing, struggling to shove the dryness back, you clear your throat. “Headache.”

He’s gentle, slowly placing his palm on the side of your head, thumb brushing over the skin above your brow as he shifts in his crouched position. “Worse than that time you told me about?”

“About the same.”

It’s quiet, the way he answers with okay. Thumb doing a final swipe before you hear a pop of his knee as he stands, a mumble of Be right back, baby before the floorboards creek and you can hear him opening and closing cupboards in your kitchen. With a sigh, you close your eyes briefly, being roused by a gentle breeze caressing your cheek to find he'd returned, a glass of water in one hand and a crinkling packet in the other.

“Do you want to get in?”

“Sure,” he says, in the familiar deep voice—as you shuffle with ease.

Not daring to lift your head, to move too quickly or violently. The mattress dips as the bed groans when he throws his feet up, sliding into the warmth you’ve been creating for hours, finding his eyes—how that worry is still there. It swirling, likely mixing with the gold flecks and deep browns you admire every chance you can get.

You worry you've spoiled them, tainted them. Made them swirl with sadness caused by worry. And the thought makes your insides hum, as though someone has plucked all your strings. The twang of it trying to mix with the other emotions you don't feel equipped to unpiece.

“I’m s—”

“Don’t. You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says, firmly. Not accompanied by any smile.

A thing you know he means when he asks you, voice wrapped in satin, if you can take a sip for him. His arm slides around you, trying to pull you close as you do more than that, but rather consume, drain, and finish the glass.

When you hand it back, you think about the fact that a you with your head not coming apart might have teased him, might even throw your leg over his and asked him if he thinks sex gets rid of migraines like it does headaches. But, the words catch, stick and clag to the roof of your mouth.

Something rising, the emotions you’d shoved down trying to weave up. Climb. Stick their spikes into your oesophagus and crawl out your mouth. That is, until his palm spreads out, the width of his fingers sliding further up and along your spine. The act aiding you, guiding you to take a measured breath. One that stammers, hammers. One that floods inside of your chest, rising and rising like it wishes to crash against a beach and take everything to shore—

But, then it eases, calms.

All being gobbled back up, calmer waves lapping as you shift, seeing him lit by muffled, golden yellow. Listening to his heart, the breaths he takes as you try to follow them—even the scratching of his beard as he tucks himself closer and asks nothing, except silently, to be here.

Eventually, when you stop counting seconds, the quiet is broken—not rudely, or unnecessarily, but just with: “What can I do?”

“You’ve done it.”

Turning to see him—to find the gaze you know will already be on you. To look at the face you think of and have truthfully only wanted to see, there. You begin to explain, letting it all unravel, it unspooling from your tongue. Maybe sharing too much, like that no one you’ve dated has shown up like this before, and that you don’t ever expect him to do it again.

Shifting closer, as you continue talking, eyes closed to not aggravate what is trying to lessen, as you add extra context, sharing what happens, that you’re okay—but that sometimes you’re not. Statements, mainly. Likely broken sentences you somehow mash into paragraphs. Filling in the gaps, from the last weeks to now, to the email and then the call. How it happened—

“Maybe it’s because I’m happy.”

“Hmm?”

Shrugging gently against him, your chest fills with air before you exhale it in one long drag through your nose. “Maybe because I’m happy, my work isn’t that good.”

“Maybe.” His fingers find your chin, turning your eyes to his. “Or maybe he’s got very high expectations and the two of you just aren’t a good fit.”

Chewing your lip, you lower your gaze. “Yeah, maybe.” Unconsciously turning into the palm resting on your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek as you dare yourself to find his eyes. “I really hate people sometimes.”

Snorting, you feel his lips press to your forehead. “Let me tell you about this fucking asshole who tried to tell me the white paint he was buying wasn’t white.”

You press yourself closer to him ready to listen, hand sliding across his middle as you grasp more of his shirt, finding the smallest smile trying to crack through.

The next time you wake it’s to the smell of breakfast.

There's humming too, occasional words floating from the kitchen through the open door of your bedroom.

A coy smile already tugging across your cheek, the storm having waned, moved to the distance. But still, you test to see if it's safe as you lift from the pillows—sleep rubbed from your eyes as you spot the crumpled side of the bed. See the empty glass you’d drank before he held you, the jacket he’d been wearing when he’d showed up impromptu folded on the floor near the dresser.

Then, the grossness hits. The awareness that your skin feels claggy and awful, shuffling your feet from the bed, all the way to your bathroom.

His t-shirt peels from you with reluctance. The sadness eventually glides down the drain as the water falls down your skin—stepping out feeling refreshed.

Smiling as you head down the hallway, not forcing a smile as you slide your hands around his waist, fingers moving under the band of his tee, as they stroke over soft, warm skin and the dark hairs that swirl across his middle.

“Thank you,” you say, the words so large you hope they land with the weight you intend them to.

He turns and kisses you, whispering a don't against your minty mouth. Hovering for a moment there, before his mouth finds you again, more hungry, more laced with words as he presses you against the counter. Nowhere to go as he tilts your chin up. “You're worth showing up for, Rainy.”

You swear your heart triples in size as you bury your face in his tee and grin something stupid against him as he continues to sing whatever is playing out loud on his phone.

Do we need to go furniture shopping before or after you put the shelving in?

Probably before in case we need to order things. How’s your mini project coming along?

Well, I followed this tutorial by this very handsome man, and it seems easy to do, but my kitchen shelf isn’t straight.

Did you follow all of the instructions?

Now why would you assume I didn’t?

Because it sounds like you didn’t make sure it was level, baby.

Rude.

But did you?

I may have assumed that my eyesight was good.

How many holes do I need to fill in?

Oh, just the one.

In the wall.

Oh. Eight.

Since the moment he picked you up, you've been buzzing with excitement, just as you have been all week since he told you where he was taking you.

A skip in your step when you locked your door, the sun warming your skin in the short walk to the door he'd opened for you. Remembering how he teased you on the phone last night—you made a Pinterest board of what it could look like?—as you sat cross-legged on the couch, listening to him, shaking your head at the camera.

He handed you the coffee—brewed and made by him—only when you were seated. Another thing you were also sure had added to the swirling excitement in your stomach.

The drive, thankfully, hadn't been long. Undoing your belt when he kills the engine, his palm pressing down on your knee.

“No plants.”

“Are you asking me, or are you telling me?”

Leaning across the centre of his vehicle, he pulls your lips to his. “A very polite ask.”

“You don’t fancy your own Benedict or Henry?”

The tip of his nose touching yours, “I really don’t.”

You suggested other names as the two of you walked to the store's entrance, hand slotting inside his. Only silencing from your torment when your footsteps echoed softly against the glossy tile floors—blending with the rumbles of distant, murmured conversations, phone rings and furniture being rearranged.

Suddenly, the two of you were enveloped in the scents of polished wood and fresh upholstery, a scent you’re sure you used to like, but now really freaking loved.

Because this place is nice. The soft glow of overhead lights bathed the showroom in a warm, inviting ambience—casting a gentle spotlight on each carefully curated display. It was a scene straight out of a home decor magazine—every homeowner's dream.

"C'mon, Rainy," he coos, guiding.

Adding a soft this way from the back of his throat, becoming aware of his fingers brushing over the back of your jeans—along the pockets, along the expanse of your ass as you eye him, finding that same shy smirk that could explode into something more devilishly and ridiculously hard to resist.

A thing he already is without trying.

A thing which worsens when his arm comes around and keeps your side flush to his as the two of you make the way to the rows and rows of desks.

It makes sense to begin here.

To choose the ‘centrepiece’ of the room—as Frankie had explained on the drive—because everything has to fit around it. A thing you’d teased that you thought he was good at making things fit. To which he’d, playfully, replied that he was good, but he wasn’t fit-a-desk-and-a-dresser-an-armchair-and-shelving-good. A thing you'd promptly argued.

Stepping from his side, fingers brushing over the top of one, you glance over at them all. How they’re all vying for your attention, each with a unique allure. From sleek modern to rustic wood.

Catching Frankie's eye and with a mischievous grin, you take a seat behind one of the desks.

“Frank DIY’s office, how I can hammer you a good time today?” you say into the faux telephone, “Oh, I am sure Mr Morales would be able to… bend over and get himself in—I mean, you in.”

Frankie shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you get up and sit behind another, typing on the desk as a keyboard, pretending to stare at the unplugged monitor that had no computer with it. Then moving to another, one with a desk mat and no other items than a plant that looks chewed by tiny teeth, before pulling yourself on the wheels behind one with drawers and a keyboard but nil else.

“Oh, hello sir. Your 2 o’clock is here.”

“Is that right?” he asks, folding his arms. “What am I doing for this appointment?”

Smirking, fingers poised over the keys. “They wish to know how to check if a desk is stable. For two people.”

You hear him take in a breath. Lips threatening to spread into a smirk before he clears his throat. “To work at?”

Shaking your head, you grin.

“I’ll have to call my assistant in. She’s a handful, bad with drilling, but, she can help me.”

Laughing, almost hiccuping from it, he stares down at you—palms still very flat against the desk—as it fades and spreads into a smile that hurts your cheeks. “There it is.”

“There’s what?”

“My smile.”

Eyes widening, you snort. “Your smile?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Mine.”

Rolling your lips, standing from the wheely chair, you raise your brows. Moving around the edge, fingers dancing along the wood until you’re standing perfectly in front of him—eyeing him, as always unable to take your eyes from him.

“I think I like this one,” you add, running the tips of your fingers over the smooth surface of the desk. “There’s no price though—or sizing.”

Frankie glances at it, eyes flicking from each of the sides as he likely does math gymnastics. “You’ll have a lot of space for your dresser—the butterscotch one.”

“You just know that do you?”

“Grab a measuring tape and I’ll confirm it,” he grins.

Hand on hip, you arch a brow as Frankie's laughter fills the air, but you can see it in his eyes, the challenge.

“Get it yourself, Morales.”

Pinching your ass, he walks around it. “I’ll remember that.”

Shaking your head, he snaps a photo of the desk—staring at his screen to check it before locking it. His hand offered to you.

“Chairs?”

Leaning close, voice dropping, you—all velvet-like— whisper, “Your face not on offer when I’m working?”

Pink spreads up his neck, tongue clicking against his teeth, he smiles. Grins. His fingers tighten around yours as you’re sure his eyes actually sparkle. “From the way you weren’t able to form sentences last time, not sure you’d get much work done.”

The chairs, for how colourful and varying they were, felt less fun than desk shopping. Most of them were out of reach, high up on shelves—having to assess whether they were as comfortable as they looked or if it was a lie. A game that got less and less fun the more you trailed.

Frankie, likely guessing your joy was wavering, grabbed a basket at some point—allowing you to peruse the mini plant aisles and other decorative things. For your shelves, he said, for the shelves, you replied, grinning, even as you grabbed a particularly wiry cactus you named Cisco.

“You think you’ve got at least one of everything in here?”

Fake laughing, your elbow confidently finds his side—hearing a gruff huff from him. “Almost. I just need—”

Eyes spotting it, body moving all of its own accord as though the required item had been lit under a spotlight and heaven-like noises had begun playing. Fingers gliding over each, brushing over fleece fluff that left marks of your touch, to more knitted, firmer types, too many choices all to be shared at, contemplated.

You feel it before you see it. Pain flaring from your side as your head whips—meeting the disgruntled face of another shopper, the end of their cart still firmly against your side as though somehow, you were the one who was required to move. Even after he’d practically rammed the cart into you.

“Hey man, watch it,” Frankie says, arm sliding around you, pulling you close.

The smallest of gaps made, created, between yourself and the offending cart. The pain throbbing, the embarrassment simmering, as you fight rubbing the impacted sight as it continued to pound, hearing:

And maybe, if you had looked across, you would have seen the man scoff—observed the expression that made Frankie tense even more protectively next to you You would have noticed why his usually soft smile shifted into a thin line as a storm brewed inside of him before you heard:

“She's the one in the way.”

An adult-like response if you've ever heard one. A thing you shake your head at, but reach your hand up to touch Frankie's chest, tapping lightly as you watch him visibly swallow whatever had been about to come out of his mouth. Instead, he mutters a few choice curses under his breath, shooting a silent but determined look to the person as they mumbled the most pathetic apology known.

But, you didn’t, don’t.

Because, if you had, you'd have missed the way it all vanished when his eyes met yours. How it was erased, wiped all clean. Every affliction on his face, from the hardened eyes to the twitch of his nose, slipped away back to its recess.

“You alright, baby?”

Not one blame placed on you; not even a thought to do so, as his knuckles brush your cheek.

“I’m fine, Butterscotch. It's nice to meet protective you, though.” His eyes shifting from you quickly, the deepest of reds flooding his ears, you flatten your hand to his chest. “I appreciate it.”

Meeting your stare, he swallows. “You sure you're okay?”

Biting the inside of your cheek when his palm, warm and spreading heat, begins stroking over the offended area, you nod. Grinning.

Because if anything, you're pretty sure you might be in love with him.

NEXT CHAPTER ->

notes: i've drip fed rainy's difficult client for a few chapters now, as well as her little wobbles with anxiety. i know this isn't everyone's experience, but i think we can all relate to those days when getting out of bed just feels hard. i hope you're all okay, and just know i'm always here. no one is ever alone when the grey clouds are overhead, even if they clouds hope to make us feel that way. ily all, jo.

#frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal character fanfiction #triple frontier x reader #francisco morales fanfiction #frankie morales #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #francisco catfish morales x reader #catfish morales x reader #pedrostories #jo: dmy #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

[reverieblondie]

I can feel it in my bones, he was MEANT to be a girl dad

Okay...I know I should be writing my WIPs but GIRLDAD ROLAN!!!

I mean look at him! He would have the most gorgeous daughter! I would give him as many as he wanted...

Adorableness under the cut!

I know for a fact he's the type to aways hold his little girls hand when they go out for walks. If she is pointing at things he will explain what it is with a sweet smile. Does she want to pet the kitty cats? With a quick spell she's talking to them and letting her feed the cats treats.

His daughter only wears the finest and softest of clothes, that he has a matching outfit with, because when she wears blue she wants to match with daddy and it always puts the biggest smile on her face when he does.

Every morning after Rolan wakes you up with a sweet kiss and a cup of tea or coffee whatever you prefer. He will go to her room and wake her up so gently rubbing his hand softly on her back to have her wake. Once she is up and had a big morning hug from dad, she's brushing her teeth with him, having him set out an outfit for her, then explaining to him how she wants her hair done for the day. (please imagine his daughter with her holding her hair in pigtails and Rolan just listens patently with a smile on his lips while crouching down on his knees with a brush in hand)

She attends the best primary school in the city and makes top marks due to Rolan wanting her to have every opportunity he never had the chance at. Never pressures her however, if she seems upset or over whelmed they will have a nice daddy daughter talk with her telling him how she feels as he holds her in his arms. Loves to call her his smart girl.

Often gets swept up in impromptu dances after dinner, spinning her around and dipping her so much till she is just a mess of giggles. Tickle fights and hide and seek are some other of her favorite games to play with dad.

Don't let Rolan find out a kid has a crush on his daughter, will defiantly send him into a pout of "she's too young, my little baby!" Will defiantly death stare said kid at drop off where you have to nudge him to stop.

During thunderstorms or scary dreams its always dad she is crying to first. Though she wants to sleep in your bed with you two Rolan is the one to give her a glass of water and walk her back to bed. She has to be his brave girl, but he will wait their with her telling stories of him and mommy till her little eyes get heavy.

Learns spells like how to make flowers bloom to always give her a surprise. Learns how to make her favorites along with yours, this will be the first spell she ever learn she made daddy's favorite flower: Orchids

Will begrudgingly let her do makeup on him and do his hair for practice, then if he needs a little break will send her to do the same to auntie Lia because "She told me she was jealous and wants a make over as well..."

When she starts developing hobbies he will always be in full support of them, like when she tried baking. Rolan endured eating a batch of burn and somehow raw cookies that she had spent all day trying to learn. He couldn’t take seeing her face flush and cheeks stained with tears of defeat. He told her that they were very good, but next time he will teach her his secret recipe instead and they can bake it together. Rolan will help teach her and support her always, he wouldn’t dare crush her dreams.

Tries his best not to spoil her, but she is just such a sweet and polite girl he can't help but what to shower her in anything she could ever want. He is wrapped around her little finger and everyone knows it. He is always bragging about her. Praising her achievements, just like she is always bragging about him to the other kids in her class.

Rolan always makes sure her birthday is exactly what she wants, a huge breakfast all her favorite people invited to the tower for a party to celebrate her. Gets so many presents anything she wants, one year she even got a kitty from Rolan

Everyday when he puts her to bed he reads a story to her till she gets sleepy, when he thinks she is asleep he will close the book and pick up her room for her. Before he walks out he leans down to give her a kiss on the forehead, and no matter how many times it happens when she mumbles out "I love you daddy." in her sleepy voice it always makes his heart swell.

"I love you too, my sweet girl."

(cut to Rolan coming to bed holding you tightly kissing your neck till finally whispering in your ear, "I want another baby...")

#bg3 #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader #rolan bg3 #rolan #bg3 thoughts #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 fic #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #holy rolan empire

[kinokappe]

࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙ ⪩⪨ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚

My Sweet Girl

Pairing: Bi Han x Fem! Reader

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, joint masturbation, belly bulge, he loves ur tits, slight mention of belly bulge, squirting, cream pie, slight mention of breeding, fingering

A/n: EXAMS HAVE BEEN KICKING MY ASS BUT ARE FINALLY OVER!! finally finished this after weeks in my drafts, and asks are open for requests if anyone wants to submit ideas‼️

⚠️ NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI⚠️

Bi Han wasn't used to showing his emotions, he never grew up being able to express himself, so it led to a couple of adjustments and a need for communication when you both started dating. You were proud of him, he was mature and he took the time to understand you, to know everything about you before he decided to be serious about your relationship, slowly opening up to you as the years went by.

He showed his affection in small ways, often through acts of service and quality time, he'd even buy you little trinkets from his missions, ones he thought you'd like. This time it was no different. Before he set out for his mission, he went to you, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around your waist. He held you close, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing in your scent to ground himself. He hadn't noticed it, but he was getting increasingly attached and dependent on you emotionally.

"I'll be gone for a few weeks... Take care of yourself while I'm gone, my love..." He whispered to you, lifting his head up from your shoulder and looking into your eyes with so much affection, yet a hint of sadness knowing he'd have to be away from you.

"I will... Just focus on your mission and you'll be back before you know it" You gave him a reassuring smile, kissing him softly before he left with the Lin Kuei. It was always sad and lonely the first couple of days, but you grew used to it. After all, he always came home to you.

It had been two weeks since Bi Han's departure. It had started snowing heavily, and all you hoped for was his safety outside of the temple. It was a cold night, the snow was falling quite heavily and you had just stepped out of the shower, dressed in your nightgown as you prepared for bed.

When you laid down, you breathed a deep sigh, frowning when you felt the empty bed beside you. You missed him, missed his presence... His touch, his warmth, all the soft kisses he gave you before bed.. you just missed him.

Your mind would drift off to the ways he hugged you, his muscular arms flexing whenever he tightened his grip on your waist, as if he was scared you'd dissolve if he let you go. You could imagine his warm breath on your skin, his fingers interlocked with yours as you cuddled.

You missed the way his hair fell over his shoulders, his soft smiles, soft touches... The way his palms roamed over your skin as praise spilled from his lips, treating you like a goddess while he kissed you. His lips would always find its way to yours, his fingers somehow always buried deep in your needy pussy and reaching the places you never could.

You could feel your body start to heat up, feeling a bit embarrassed at thinking of such lewed thoughts, but you couldn't help it... You pressed your legs together, bending your knees up and causing the hem of the nightgown to hike up your thighs.

"Damn it..." You cursed under your breath, just letting your head fall back against the pillow as you allowed yourself to satisfy the heat and pressure building up between your legs. You let your hands go lower, spreading your thighs apart to let your fingers dip under your underwear, already sticky and wet just from thinking of your lover.

You closed your eyes, imagining it were his fingers pleasuring you instead. You could hear the wet squelching sounds your poor, wet pussy made as you played with yourself, rubbing your needy clit in controlled circles all the while your other hand pinched at your nipples and pawed at the thin, silk fabric of your nightgown.

The sight was absolutely erotic. You mewled in pleasure, moaning his name over and over almost like a prayer while your body moved desperately to ease the heat and desperation you felt. Your back arched, feeling your orgasm creep up on you. It had been a while since you last touched yourself like this, utterly desperate and needy just from the thought of Bi Han.

You plunged your fingers deeper, feeling a mix of relief and frustration, you could never touch yourself like he did, never reach the parts his thick fingers could. You rubbed your thumb on your wet, puffy clit faster, much harder than before and feeling yourself so close to the edge—

"My love...?" A deep, almost too familiar voice rang through the room just as you were about to reach your first orgasm. You looked up, seeing his eyes were fixated on you, a large bulge already forming in his pants as he quietly locked the door. But you couldn't stop, not when you were so close to finishing.

Amidst your pleasure-addled mind, you didn't notice the door creak open, his careful movements falling on deaf ears while you thrusted your fingers into the warm walls of your cunt. while he watched you, his mouth watered at the sight of your delicious body splayed out on the bed, legs spread and back arched. He could already feel himself getting hard in his pants, the sight of your fucked-out expression and the sound of your moans making him feel hot.

"Bi Han.. please~" You whimpered, looking up at him with half-lidded, needy eyes as you kept up the pace, thrusting your fingers into your tight hole while he kept his eyes on you. He smirked, coming to the edge of the bed and placing his hands on your stomach, roaming over your nightgown and sliding the fabric up to reveal your sweet pussy, pink and warm, so perfect and wet for him.

"Don't stop, princess... Come for me.. let me see how you touch yourself" he growled under his breath, placing a hand on your knee to spread your legs further. His mouth was already watering, eager to taste your arousal on his tongue and fuck you open on his mouth, but he held himself back, wanting to give you the satisfaction of coming by yourself.

He bit his lip, unzipping his pants and keeping his eyes on you, loving the pinched look on your face from how good you were fucking yourself. He slid his pants down along with his boxers, pulling his hardening cock out as he kept his eyes on your fingers.

"That's it baby... Keep touching yourself, just like that..." He would whisper, stroking his dick to the rhythm of your fingers. He loved seeing you this needy, and as much as he wanted to rip your fingers out of your pussy to replace it with his own, have you crying on it from the stretch, he absolutely went crazy seeing you in this vulnerable position, stuffing yourself full of your delicate fingers. Yet a smug smirk pulled at his lips knowing he could make you cum just as fast.

"I think I'm gonna come~" you moaned, looking at him with need and desperation in your eyes. You could feel your stomach tightening, the gummy walls of your cunt hugging your fingers as you continued to curl them up and take them out, only to plunge them back in deeper. His breath grew heavy as he continued to pump his own cock, globs of precum creaming on his tip as he kept going.

"Fuckk..." He cursed, feeling his own orgasm approach as he pumped his dick, rubbing his sensitive tip on your panties, staining it with his arousal. "Come for me, let it all out princess" he growled between strangled groans, losing his remaining composure. He wanted to hear her scream, wanted to see her come undone underneath him.

With one final thrust, you could feel your stomach tighten and the coil in your abdomen snap. Your breath caught in your throat as you desperately rubbed your puffy clit, hips and legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. You could feel your juices overflow, your panties soaked and sticky as you pulled out of yourself, still whimpering as your pussy tingled.

Bi han was a mess above you, white spurts of cum squirting out of his slit while his thighs shook, ruining your thighs with the traces of his orgasm. He was absolutely ruined by the sight of you reaching your climax. "That was so hot, princess..." He whispered, panting heavily as he took your hand, gently lifting it to his mouth and licking your fingers with evident desperation, moaning around your slender digits as he tasted the sweetness of your pussy, dick twitching as he licked your fingers clean.

"Bi Han no, stop..." You whisper, trying to get your fingers out of his mouth, but he merely smirks, giving your palm a soft kiss. "You just taste so good..." He teased, leaning in to kiss your neck, nibbling lightly on your skin to leave his own marks.

His hands slowly smoothed over the skin of your thighs, tracing up the contours of your body and bringing your nightgown up with his movements, making you shudder as the cold air hit your skin. "I just missed you... I was thinking of you..." You whispered, closing your eyes and focusing on his touch.

"You're driving me crazy, my love... I'm sorry for leaving you pent up these past few days... Let me make it up to you, let me take care of you..." He whispered against your neck, finally able to take your nightgown off and throwing it over your head with ease. He stared down at you for a moment, eyes fixed on your perfect breasts. They were so round and full he couldn't help squeezing them, thumbs rolling over your sensitive nipples as he kissed and tongued at your soft flesh, his hips absentmindedly rutting against your panties while the tip of his (already) hard dick caught on your clit.

"Hah- ah~ my love... Please~" you breathed out, your hands finding purchase on the bedsheets as he continued his assault on your chest, tongue swirling and sucking on your nipple while his free hand teased the other, giving your breasts his full attention. "Use your words, baby... Tell me to fuck this pretty cunt, tell me you want me..." He whispered, his warm breath fanning over your skin and sending shivers up your spine.

You bit your lip, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. You felt your pussy throb, pulling him closer by the neck to whisper in his ear. "I want you so badly, my love. Please fuck me, fuck this needy cunt... I can't wait anymore~" normally, he would tease you. He would make you beg until you were on the verge of tears. But this time? How could he deny his pretty girl when she asked him so politely?

Your words went straight to his dick, making the blood rush to his tip the moment your breath hit his skin. "Anything for you, princess..." He groaned, and in less than a second, you could hear the fabric of your panties getting ripped apart, his muscular arm flexing when he threw it somewhere on the floor, uncaring on where it landed.

Your eyes widened slightly, feeling his palms trace the smooth skin of your plush thighs, spreading them apart as he licked his lips, the sight of your puffy clit, pink and wet, was already driving him up a wall. "Don't need to prepare you, huh?" His voice laced with a hint of amusement. He grabbed the base of his cock, aligning it with your pussy and sliding through your folds, catching on your clit everytime.

"Gonna have to stretch you out a bit, alright princess? But I know my pretty girl will feel good..." He smirked, guiding your legs to rest upon his shoulders. "You ready, love?" His voice was sweet, rolling off the tip of his tongue like butter as he pressed a soft kiss to your calf. You nod, "I'm ready..." Is all you can manage to say, feeling your heart pound in your chest to the point you could almost hear it.

"That's my girl..." He gave you a reassuring smile, finally pressing his tip inside your tight hole, making sure you felt every single inch, felt the stretch from his monstrous cock as it went deeper, the gummy walls of your cunt hugging him, molding to the shape of him.

He placed a hand on your stomach, biting his lip to stifle a groan when he saw the bulge on your tummy, knowing it was his dick inside you, knowing he was about to ruin you. His thrusts started off slow, easing you into it, "fuckk- do you feel that, baby?" He growled, pressing on your stomach and absolutely losing it, "do you- ngh~ feel how deep I am?"

He chuckled darkly when he saw how you struggled to even speak, your words incoherent when he kept kissing your cervix. He was driving you crazy, torturing you at the speed he was going, but you knew it was out of love, he was never one to rush despite his own desires, always prioritizing your comfort and pleasure before his own

You grabbed his arm, squeezing around his bicep to get his attention, "Hah- harder, please my love~" you begged as you looked into his eyes, and there it was. The reaction was almost instant, his hips stilling for a moment as he pressed his much larger body on top of yours, effectively putting you in a mating press with your knees so close to your chest.

Without warning, he gave you no more time to adjust as he bullied his painfully hard dick into your pussy, his slit already creamy and swollen as he slammed into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. His hands rested on the underside of your thighs while his fingers dug into your supple flesh with each brutal thrust of his hips.

"I'm gonna ruin this pretty pussy, baby... I want you to scream my name, can you do that for me?" His eyes were fixed on you, on your body, mouth watering at the sight of your tits bouncing every time he slammed into you, and he couldn't get enough of it. When he saw you nod, it only fueled his fire, making his hips go impossibly faster, "that's my good girl..." He praised, trailing kisses all over your legs.

A white, creamy ring already formed on the base of his cock, but he loved it. Each drag of his fat dick had you whining, the stretch already feeling so good with each vein prominent and thick. Every time he pulled out, his cock was already covered and sticky with your cream, sliding down his length until it dripped on the side of his thigh. "You sound angelic, my love. Keep fucking screaming, let the world know who this creamy pussy belongs to, hm?" His words alone made your cunt clamp around him, sending you over the edge hard.

A dark chuckled came from deep in his chest, his thumb finding it's way to your clit, circling it in controlled motions to help you ride your high. "You came already, pretty girl?" He teased, but his hips never stopped. You tried to protest, your legs shaking around his shoulders, but he didn't fucking care.

He ripped orgasm after orgasm out of your sorry pussy, filling you up to the brim multiple times but he never stopped. There was a possessive glint in his eyes and he knew he wanted nothing more than to stuff his pretty girl's pussy with his cum, milking her until she was shaking and sore. He pushed your legs further, going even deeper, even faster until you was screaming in pleasure.

"Bi Han, please~ it's too much!" You cried out, your nails digging into the bedsheets as you felt your stomach tighten, the coil in your abdomen threatening to burst, but it felt different this time... It felt so different.

"Just a bit more, princess... You can take it" he moaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he desperately humped into you like a dog in heat, his own release fast approaching.

You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him off as your legs began to shake, each thrust causing impossibly wet sounds to echo between the two of you. "N-no! I think I'm gonna pee!" You whimpered, trying desperately to squirm away from him.

When he heard those words, it's like a fire was ignited within him, his thrusts hitting you deeper and harder, angling his hips specifically to hit your sweet spot. "No, you're not gonna pee..." He smirked against your neck. He let a thick drop of saliva fall to his fingers, trailing his hand down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuckk~!" You cursed, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers as the feeling in your stomach grew more intense, like you were about to burst. "Baby no, it feels different!" You cried, your back arching so deliciously off the bed.

"Let it happen, let it all go, my love... Let it all out for me" he kissed your neck like a man starved, fucking into you faster, desperate for you to reach your release. His dick and fingers worked wonders on your pussy, and with one final thrust, you were absolutely ruined.

He quickly pulled out of you and your eyes shut tight, rolling back in pleasure as white flashed before your eyes. His fingers rubbed and pressed on your clit, the wet sounds so obscene while you squirted all over this beautiful man, your legs shaking and trembling. He inserted two fingers into you, fingering you into oblivion and letting more of your juices flow, loving the way you screamed and cried his name.

After a moment, he thrusted his dick back into your sopping wet pussy, finally cumming inside you. Thick, white ropes of his cum painting your sensitive walls, his breathing heavy and labored as the two of you finally finished, exhausted beyond words.

He kissed your neck, slowly letting your legs fall from his shoulders. "That was so hot, my love... you're amazing, so perfect" he praised, still keeping his cock deep inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet.

You were panting heavily, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, "you're amazing too... Made me feel so good" she chuckled weakly, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of his face.

"I love you so much... You mean the world to me, and making you feel this good," he kissed your forehead, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek tenderly, "is such a blessing..." Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help wrapping him up in your arms, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he felt comfortable enough to rest his weight on you. " Love you so much too... I love every moment with you, and I'm so happy that you're finally home" you reply with a tired smile on your face, feeling sleep slowly creep up in your tired body.

The next few moments were soft and comfortable. He spoiled you with kisses, his hands massaging your legs and thighs, making sure you felt alright. He pulled out a while later, smirking down at the sight of your stuffed pussy leaking, the white cream of his climax sliding down your pussy lips and ass.

He took care of you, taking a warm cloth and cleaning you up, especially between your legs as he brushed your hair. That night was spent with both of you in each other's arms, warm and comfortable. It was worth it waiting for his return, and you felt so loved to be held in his arms <33

#bi han mk #bi han sub zero #bi han x you #sub zero x reader #bi han smut #bi han x reader smut #mk1 bi han #mortal kombat bi han #smut #smut fanfiction #mk1 fanfic #mortal kombat #mortal kombat sub zero

[wannabelife]

would you do r for wonwoo?

plsss the mess we love it

It's been quite some time you and wonwoo are together, and you've been postponing this conversation, you don't even know why. you get chills on your stomach and nervous all around.

there you are again, lips pressed together, you both naked in each others bodies. his hands sneaking down, cupping your center as you whine in his kisses. he spreads your folder, you getting wetter each stroke as your lips disconnect so you can catch some air.

"fuck me, please, wonwoo!" you plea, your pussy clenching asking for him.

"shit, baby, i will" he groans "give me a sec, let me get a condom on the bedroom" he states, his lips meeting yours for a moment before everything is gone and he's about to head out

but you whine and cry out, everything on your body asking for him back "no, no, dont leave" you say, gripping him closer, your hips bulking to his as he grunts feeling you bare on him.

"babe, i dont have a condom in here" he calmly say, trying to compose himself. his palm going for your waist as he tries to keep you in place.

"we dont need them" you finally shoots "just fuck me, please, i need you" you roll your hips this time to make your point. his cock head on your clit as you work it.

"ooh fuck" he moans, his eyes going shut and chest heaving "ar- are you sure?"

"yes" you say "are you?"

he grunts again, pushing one of your legs up, handing his base, aligning with your entrance "been dreaming about it for so long, just afraid is going to be hard getting back to condoms"

he slowly starts thrusting, the bare skin making the contact so much better, your wetness hugging his length, you clenching like you're in the middle of it but not yet. he bottoms out and start fucking you, its slow in the beginning but have you two close in no time.

"it fee-els so g- good" you say, moaning as he picks up the pace, your eyes closing and head throwing back. your titties boucing each pound.

he feels like cumming too so he slips out fast, hugging your waist and pulling you over. the side of your face and chest meeting the cold wall, him pushing your ass up before sliding in again and waiting no time in fucking you again

the new position making you a moaning mess. he gets closer, his breath fanning your shoulders

"you gonna cum for me already, aren't you?" he whispers "so close, does my bare cock excited you, hm?" he provokes and you clench.

a few thrusts later and you're cumming, he moans, felling your walls tightening on him as he pushes himself to ride out your high. once you're coming down, he slips out, his cum spreading on your ass check and low back as he stroke his length to prolong it.

#wannabelife inbox #seventeen #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #svt ff #svt scenarios #svt smut #wonwoo smut #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios

[rainba]

Black Roses.

Sorry if this is, like... Overly edgy..... I wanted to get some angst out of my system. >_<;;;;;;

Kairos + GN! reader

CW: obsessive behaviors, mild self-harm, suicidal ideation, angst

Kairos is familiar with the entity known as Death.

Death's cold, skeletal hands hold both his left and his right. Death interlocks its fingers with his, gripping him tightly, bruising his sensitive skin. The darkness of night is the only thing that Kairos knows. The light of the sun is far too much– it terrifies him. He fears that if he is to be touched by its golden rays, he would surely disintegrate.

All Kairos has ever wanted is one simple thing: unconditional love.

Is the feeling of being loved doomed to forever be far-removed from his life? 

The faces of couples walking down the streets haunts him. Kairos sees them kissing, hugging, holding hands, smiling and laughing in the comfort of one another’s embrace– he wants it so badly. He needs it. He's so terribly envious.

Kairos yearns so desperately to experience what it means to be "normal."

He wants to be normal, even if only for a single day. But he doesn’t actually believe he’s capable of it.

“Is… Is love even real?”

He used to wonder about that all the time.

With each passing night, the seeds of doubt would grow in his chest, their parasitic roots taking place inside his body and slowly draining him of life. Seeds of self-hatred, seeds of sorrow, seeds of gut-wrenching loneliness. Oh, how he wished to take a blade to his heart and cut them all out. He would look beautiful when covered in blood.

Days, months, years… The flowers were blooming; they refused to stop growing. Black roses decorated by thorns.

If they kept on growing, he knew he would surely die. He knew that the garden would fully flourish once he was buried six feet underground. It was tempting.

So tempting.

His existence will be worth more once he's gone, he thinks.

People will only love him when they no longer have to actually deal with him.

… However, once he meets you, his entire life will change forever.

When you treat him with kindness, when you acknowledge his existence, the horrible garden within his chest begins to wither.

To Kairos, you’re a miracle. To him, you’ve saved his life by simply existing. So perfect– so beautiful– you’re everything he could ever want and more. Perhaps you’re an angel sent from up above, an angel brought down to show him what it means to be alive. Perhaps you’re his soulmate, and after twenty-four years, he’s finally found you.

Kairos can’t return to the life he had before he met you. He can’t go back to the pitch-black darkness that he used to reside in.

Please, be his light– please, be his everything. The sun is too much, but you're perfect. He’ll do anything to keep you around.

He’ll change himself for you, he’ll grovel on the floor and beg you to stay. He'll kiss the ground that you walk on. He’ll cut down anyone who gets in his way. Just, please– please, please, don’t leave him. Your presence makes the poisonous flowers within him wither. You're his perfect cure.

Take death’s hands away from his and replace them with yours. Take his first kiss, be the first one to hold him close, show him that love truly does exist in this cruel and unforgiving world.

Kairos will follow you to the ends of the earth, always facing you the way a flower faces the sun. He’ll chase you until the end of time, if he has to.

Yell at him, scream at him, degrade and berate him. He’ll love you regardless. After all… Couples argue, right? There’s hiccups along the way. That’s normal! You love him, and you just don’t realize it yet. That’s what it is. That’s all that it is. That’s all.

Open your arms and accept him, reciprocate his love and hold him close… He’ll treasure you more than he treasures life itself. 

Will you show him that love is real?

Or will you reveal to him that what he’s feeling isn’t love at all?

#kairos posting #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere #yandere oc #sorry if this fic doesnt make sense #o(>< )o #angsty kairos

[judyspiralss]

ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴋᴏɴ ʀᴇʙᴏᴜɴᴅ - ᴅᴏɴᴛɪꜱ ☆

this is purely platonic! dontis with love (xanthus’ listener) and what i think would of happened if love stayed with dontis at the penthouse :)

pretty much a comfort fic with dontis <3

cw/tw: none i don’t think!

“i don’t want you to go.”

“i know, love. but i have too.”

xanthus and you stood by the door. the time had come for the fight against the trimedian, the day you all have been dreading for so long. you clung to xanthus’ arm as you beckoned him not to go silently with your eyes. he chuckled slightly, trying to make light of the situation. he had gathered all his things for the fight and was now ready to leave.

“love, i promise it will all be okay. i’ll be fine.” xanthus said, trying to calm your nerves as he felt them through the bond. he put his things down as he hugged you. you tightly hugged him back, as if he’d disappear if you let go. he rubbed your back and kissed your forehead.

“i promise.” he whispered to you.

you felt the tears burn through your eyes as you hid into his chest. you were scared, so scared. he felt them and pulled your face out of his chest.

“hey now, don’t cry.” he said as he held your face and wiped your tears.

“xanthus i’m so scared.” you confessed.

“i know, im scared too. but i need you to try and stay strong for me. you can do that, can’t you love?” he asked, trying to calm you down. you sniffled and nodded, holding onto his hands. he smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you.

“it’ll be okay love. you stay here with dontis where you are safe. he’ll protect you if anything happens.” he assured you. you nodded, swallowing your nerves. you knew he could feel them and it would make his focus worse during the battle.

“of course i will.” you heard a voice from behind you. it was dontis, leaning against the doorway. xanthus smiled at him, kissing your forehead before letting go of you.

“i need to go now love, ill be back.” he said as he grabbed his things.

“stay safe out there. thank you for doing this for us.” dontis said, watching him open the door.

xanthus nodded. “of course.”

your heart sank a little as you watched him walk out the door. he turned round to smile at you as he saw your face.

“don’t make that face love. i’ll be back, i promise.” he chuckled, trying to lessen your anxiety. you smiled and wiped your tears.

“protect them. i’m trusting you, dontis.” xanthus said, looking at dontis. dontis just chuckled at his sudden sternness.

“yes yes, i will, xanny. they’re safe with me.” dontis spoke. xanthus scoffed at the nickname but smiled all the same.

“i’ll see you both soon. stay safe.” xanthus said as he turned round.

“you too.” dontis said as he waved him off and closed the door.

he turned round to you, concern looming over his face.

“are you okay y/n?” he asked, seeing your eyes still watery.

“i’ll be okay, it’s just the nerves is all.” you sniffed as you wiped your eyes, looking at him.

“i understand. your only human after all, its natural.” he gently spoke. “you’ve never been in a situation like this before, have you?” you shook your head. he hummed, understanding what your feeling.

“it’s just…i just want everyone to be safe.” you said.

“i know, i feel the same.” dontis said, putting his arm round your shoulder comfortingly. despite him being taller than you, he still found a way to calm you down with his touch.

“it will all be fine, won’t it dontis?” you said, unsure. he smiled gently, looking down at you.

“of course it will, xanthus has a plan a, b, c, d, and so on, as you’ve saw from the past week.” you laughed at his words. he patted you on the back gently. “no matter what happens, he’ll be able to think of something. thats the way with xanthus.”

you smiled up at him. “thank you dontis. your right, everyone will be fine, i’m sure.”

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

it was currently 11pm, and it had been a few hours since then. dontis was on the balcony, reading while also keeping watch from the outside. you had told him you would be retreating to bed, but in reality, you had gone to stand by the door. staring, just waiting for any sign of xanthus. you had been there for about an hour, and your mind had gone fuzzy from the drowsiness. still, you were determined to stay awake. you had to make sure he came back. you couldn’t sleep without xanthus anyway, you had gotten so used to his comforting embrace in bed that it was useless trying to sleep.

you started to pace back and forth, fiddling with your hands to try and distract your mind from sleeping. you hadn’t felt anything from xanthus from the bond, and it was starting to get to you. you were worried. what if he had been caught? what if he was in any pain but you couldn’t feel it? what if something had happened?

so many ‘what if’s’ plagued your mind that you hadn’t even noticed dontis calling you.

“y/n? what are you still doing up?” you finally heard. you looked up at him, your pacing slowing to a halt and your eyes looking directly at him.

“oh, sorry dontis, i didn’t hear you.” you laughed it off nervously.

“didn’t you go to bed?” he asked. you were about to say ‘yes’ but there was no point, you weren’t going to lie through your teeth straight to an incubus’ face. you sighed.

“no, i’m sorry. i’ve been down here the whole time.” you looked away. “i just need to make sure xanthus comes back okay.”

he sensed your worry. he knew what you were feeling, and he understood. he sighed and stood closer to you.

“i understand, y/n. i get what your feeling. but being this way isn’t going to help you, nor xanthus.” he put his hand on your head and stroked your hair. “you need to rest, i can see you fighting it.”

you looked down, shuffling your feet a bit.

“i know, but i can’t leave him. i need to make sure he’s alright.” you said, gesturing to the door. he hummed, trying to think of a way to get you to rest. he knew how attached you two were, obviously because of the bond.

“i understand, this is only natural for you. but you need to sleep, it’s already late and i can feel how tense you are. you need to relax. it will help both you and xanthus at the same time.” he gave you a gentle smile. “if you don’t want to sleep upstairs, i get it. you can rest on the couch, but just please try to get some sleep, if not for me, then for xanthus.” he persuaded. he wasn’t just doing it for xanthus, he was genuinely concerned for your feelings. he could feel the anxiety racing through your body, and he wanted to help you as best as he could.

you sighed. “okay, i will.” you said, giving in. you could feel how tired your body and mind was, and dontis did have a point. he smiled.

“come on then, i’ll get you a blanket.” he walked to the couch, you following behind him. “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be right back.” he said as you sat down, shifting about with the fluffy decorative pillows that scattered dontis’ couch. very much like him, you thought.

he came back with a fluffy blanket, its patterns and colours shining in the small light. he put it over you and tucked you in, which made you giggle.

“comfortable?” he asked, and you nodded. the warmth of the blanket made you drowsier than ever, like a big comforting hug. you didn’t realise how tired you were until you layed down, but a part of you still had xanthus on your mind.

“try and sleep, if you can. it’s quite late.” dontis spoke, kneeling down to eye level with you. “if you need anything i’ll be just outside on the balcony.” he pointed to where you could see the window where the balcony was. you nodded, and he smiled, and turned around to go back to where he was. but before he could open the door, he heard you call out his name.

“hm?” he turned round to see you sitting up. you looked down and fiddled with your fingers.

“could…could you stay? just for a bit?” you mumbled, a little bit embarrassed. you didn’t want to be left alone, especially when sleeping when the battle was going on. he smiled at you and walked back, sitting down next to you.

“of course i will.” he said.

“i don’t really want to be alone when i sleep.” you confessed. he didn’t blame you, there was a battle going on right now, so he understood.

“here, lie back down.” he said as he put the blanket back over you. once he knew you were comfortable, he put his hand on your head and stroked through your hair. you looked up at him with tired eyes, and he chuckled.

“what? i’m an incubus, it’s my job to comfort people.” he joked, and you laughed with him.

“i do admit it feels…nice.” you said, your breathing slowing. he smiled at you.

“just relax. it’ll all be fine.” he spoke quietly.

with his other hand, he grabbed yours and gently stroked your hand with his thumb. you watched him.

“xanthus would probably be getting protective if he knew you were holding my hand right now.” you said, muffled slightly by the pillow. dontis laughed at your remark.

“i don’t know, he’d probably be glad to know your getting rest, speaking of, close your eyes. you can’t sleep with your eyes open, unless that’s a hidden talent of yours.” dontis joked and you rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“i suppose..” you said, relaxing more into the couch, closing your eyes like dontis asked. you felt lighter every second, dontis’ hand going through your hair reminded you of how xanthus puts you to sleep.

dontis could feel you drifting more and more, smiling at how you accepted his comfort. he gave your hand a squeeze occasionally, and could hear your breathing getting more relaxed.

“there we go. calm down.” dontis whispered.

just before you drifted into sleep, you heard dontis speak.

“good night, y/n.” his hand never leaving yours.

aaa first dontis fic! i’m sorry this is so short, this is literally an idea i came up with in the middle of the night and i just put it into full LOL

i know it says platonic dontis but i accidentally made him romantic ish but we don’t talk about that

thank you for reading ! requests are still open <3

- jude 🌱

#zsakuva #zsakuvafandom #zsakuvaxreader #sakuverse #dontis #dontis zsakuva #zsakuva dontis

[dilys-min]

CARE AND DISCIPLINE

Pairing: Yandere! Kaveh x Reader x Yandere! Alhaitham

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, Mentions of physical abuse, Kidnapping, etc.

Word counts: 563 words

For the longest time, Kaveh has always treated you with utmost care. His touch is always light and gentle, or at least, as gentle as he could. Such delicacy has made you wonder if you were a porcelain doll and he was the artisan, admiring his masterpiece; if you would break when he applied a little too much pressure.

Sweet and caring Kaveh, always willing to wipe your tears when you cry about how much you miss home, but never enough to stand out for you when Alhaitham bends you over the desk and belts you.

Kaveh would bring you little trinkets from his jobs like an exotic flower which only grows in the deserts of Sumeru or a hairpin bought from street vendors. Nevertheless, you know better than to fall for the blonde architect, when he is just as worse as Alhaitham.

Kaveh has no needs for chains like 

Alhaitham does when his suffocating hugs and lingering kisses are enough. Any resentment or escape attempts would quickly melt away under his soothing voice and empty promises.

Alhaitham treats you like how one would treat their dog.

Strict and harsh Alhaitham, whose shackles never relent, only suffocatingly tighten around your throat.

“If you are adamant on behaving like an unruly mutt then I ought to treat you as one”. The metal bars of the crate cut into your leg as Alhaitham’s raspy voice echoes the room. The bite mark earlier still burning red on his throat - a proof of your short-lived defiance.

 

Alhaitham is a man of discipline and order- a reputation well-earned throughout his years working under  . You would've found the silver-hair Scribe admirable, if the weight of his affection didn’t feel so heavy. Any sense of normalcy was stripped away from you the day you found yourself in his home, tied up as he explained to you in a stoic tone.  His rules are simple, and he expects you to follow them. Eat what he cooks, read the books that he left out for you and follow the schedule that he has set up. It’s only the best for you as Alhaitham put it. Sometimes, you wonder if you were just a stray mutt that he happened to pick up. A dog that could only understand the simplest of commands. 

While Kaveh wants a docile thing to dote on, Alhaitham wants a pet that bends to his every whim. You don’t know which is better. Either way, you will always find yourself  in the loving arms of your captors.

In Kaveh’s and Alhaitham’s eyes, you remind them of a nightingale. Like a songbird, you would fly from place to place, happily chirping anywhere you please, bringing joy to others with your songs and they were merely a temporary stop that happened to catch your eyes. Naive and oblivious little thing you are. You would happily chirping , unaware of the fox lurking beneath the bushes, waiting for the perfect chance to pounce on you. Such ignorance would be your ultimate demise. The nightingale would be swallowed whole before it even realized.

They couldn’t let that happen to you. But they know that no bird would willingly walk right into its gilded cage. Feelings are only temporary, with the right guidance, you will come around to them eventually.

After all, a nightingale would sing just as beautifully even with a broken wing, right?

#yandere #alhaitham #kaveh #yandere alhaitham #yandere kaveh #genshin impact #yandere x reader

[ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys]

heyyy can you please do more averyjameson hcs? <33

yess ofc! @x-liv25-jamieswife helped me with some of these i love her smmm <33 go follow her if you haven't already shes so good

~ before they have kids, they get a really big dog (not sure what breed it would be you guys can decide that for yourself) and jameson loves it SO MUCH

~ jameson keeps a note in his phone with all the things that avery has said that she likes so that he can buy them for her as gifts and stuff

~ because jameson is always thinking that he's ordinary and not special avery calls him "my extraordinary boy" and other stuff like that

~ he's always ranting about about how much he loves her on his private stories or putting her in them

~ he went on that website where you can "buy" stars and name them and named one after her

~ they have jacuzzi dinners sometimes

~ before they were dating (around thl) jameson would just stare at her for long periods of time and that's how he realized he was falling in love with her

~ when she sleeps in he'll come into her room and hug her from behind while she sleeps

~ whenever they have to go to meetings together and avery starts getting fidgety (picking her nails, bouncing her leg, etc.) he reaches over and holds her hand under the table

~ she likes to braid parts of his hair while hes napping on her or just play with it in general

~ before avery falls asleep he tells her all of things that he loves about her

~ he's always whispering dirty things to her while they're on camera and she gets really blushy so the fans are always trying to figure out what he's saying

~ definitely won prom kind and queen at some point (jameson prob won it before avery was there tbh)

~ jameson is extremely oblivious to the fact that other girls hit on him all the time

~ he likes to watch her do her makeup (or get her makeup done) but the stylists usually don't let him around because he's always distracting her

~ jameson always lets avery pick out his clothes because he knows that its fun for her

~ not only is he good at surprises and stuff, he's also really good at getting the perfect gifts for her and asking the right people for what to get her

~ avery keeps a journal of all of her feelings throughout their relationship and stuff and shows it to him on their wedding night

#the inheritance games #jennifer lynn barnes #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #the grandest game #the hawthorne legacy #the brothers hawthorne

[hwajin]

✞ 「 .✶۪ .° ✞ : 𝐇 𝐈 — 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 !! : a series

☆ — chapter one; Soda Pop : teaser

✞ 「 .✶۪ : see series masterlist and warnings here

✞ 「 .✶۪ : every chapter will have it's own warnings atop the general ones

✞ 「 .✶۪ : this part will appear altered in the series

You sat behind your shabby, wooden desk in the hot, sweat-scented classroom, dimming out the chattering and gossip all around you with your earphones, scribbling doodles and lyrics into your notebook. Your blue pen materialized hearts and clouds and words into your yellowish piece of paper as you waited for Mr. Hwang to enter the classroom, as you waited for the two hours of boredom to pass as quickly as it was possible – or for your teacher to talk of a subject which could interest you, for that matter.

The heavy creak of the door and the following footsteps were the reason you stopped the music which blasted in your eardrums before taking out your earphones, the silhouette of your teacher strutting through the now murmuring classroom, whispers which sounded like questions, and a general confusion spread between the students; unbeknownst to you, yet, as you packed away your phone and opened your notebook on last weeks’ notes, before you finally converted your eyes to the front, finally caught a peak of you teacher; though it wasn’t the teacher you’ve expected to walk into the classroom, not Mr. Hwang, and your jaw would have hit the rough wood of your table if you’d had been any slower at gathering yourself. The man – not a stranger, though unseen and unthought of by you for the past five years – made his way into the spacy classroom, brown briefcase in hand, white dress shirt hugging the lines of his muscles, the ones on his arms exposed as he’d rolled up his sleeves. His attire was missing the tie you remembered him in, and, different to five years ago, the two top buttons of his shirt lay open around his chest – not showing inappropriate skin, though enough to tease, almost, to make you drool in your seat. His black dress pants moved with him as he settled behind his desk, briefcase on the table, one watch-adorned wrist making its’ way into his pants’ pocket leisurely as he looked around the class. He was visibly older, now that you had a good view of him – smile lines deeper, skin more textured, a certain calmness writing his pleasant features –he was just as attractive as you remembered him to be; more so, you’d dare to argue.

“Hi, my name is Mr. Bahng. Professor Hwang suddenly fell ill, unfortunately, and I’ll be his substitute teacher for the time being. I normally don’t teach college classes, but other professors sadly didn’t have the time – I’m well acquainted with Professor Hwang, though, so I agreed to take over his class for a few weeks.”

He was friendly. A charming smile adorned his face, a slight blush played around his nose as he looked around the room, looking at each student for a second or two before locking eyes with the next. For closure, for trust. Then he locked eyes with you, and it felt just like five years ago, when you were fresh eighteen years old, and a bored high school student in your last year before graduation.

☆.☆.☆

“I’ve never been so excited for class, oh my god.”

You had sat giddily in your seat, anticipating the arrival of your new music teacher. You had only seen him once so far, last week, when he had freshly relocated to the high school you’d gone to, and had been, quite literally and much to Felix’s misery and irritation, head over heels for the man – not because your friend had borne a crush for you; simply because you’d been utterly annoying with your high school love for your teacher. You’d known your yearning had been futile even back then, had known that Mr. Bahng wasn’t possibly interested in a mere girl who had just turned eighteen, yet you’d been young and in need for fun distraction, for amusement. And if that meant drooling over a young, hot teacher who had been just your type, it seemed, then you couldn��t complain.

Next to you, Felix had huffed in amusement as you kept eyeing the entrance door of the classroom, then the clock on the wall in front of you, then the door again. He had prepped his material for class already, in much contrast to your own entirely empty desk; saved for a piece of paper and a pen borrowed from your dearest high school friend.

“Your crush is getting unhealthy… he’s not gonna fuck you, you know.”

Felix hadn’t been judging, yet his voice had been teasing. You’d shot him a glance, had tsked at him which your friend returned with a mocking impression of you – fluttering eye-lids, airy lashes, a dumb-ish smile adorning his face.

“I know he’s not gonna fuck me… that’s not the point, though. Class is boring, and you take your academics way too serious to distract me from it.”, you’d retorted sarcastically, which Felix had accepted with a light-hearted scoff, going back to his notes from last week. You hadn’t been wrong; he wanted to get into college, and with good grades preferably. He’d known you had other priorities; he’d respected, enjoyed, even, your passion for music, and you’d had always have the talent for it. The two of you had always been inherently different, though it had never bothered your friendship in the slightest.

Just as Felix had been about to retort with a snarky comment – or another far too accurate impression of your behaviour whenever Mr. Bahng was around – the door to the classroom had opened, and your music teacher had walked in – dress shirt buttoned up all the way, sleeves rolled down even in the hot weather, a careful tie adorning his fit. There’d been fewer lines of muscle back then, though they had been prominent enough to drive your teenage mind utterly insane. Your eyes had been glued onto him as he had welcomed the class, and Felix had struggled containing his laughter; you had been bashing your eyes at him, and you had been wearing a stupid smile around your lips at a mere look at him, just like your friend had mocked about earlier – and you had been either unaware of it, or you hadn’t been bothered enough to care.

You had eyed your teacher the entire lesson, and as much as Felix had wanted to stay focused, he had giggled and laughed at you, amused at your heart-eyes for someone so entirely unattainable. More often than once you had been in need to copy Felix’s notes because your thoughts – and eyes – had been elsewhere than the board, and more often than not Felix had pretended to stop helping you out in class any further, until you’d gotten over your crush; only in light hearted manner, though, because he couldn’t truly deny you of his help, would have felt far too bad to. Though, Felix had always admired your self-reflection in the matter of Mr. Bahng – there hadn’t been one incident in which you’d been unaware of the hopelessness and the unattainability your one-sided love presented – much to his dismay, because during free windows you would complain about it to no end –; and altogether, you had never spoken of love, in the first place. It had been butterflies, distraction from lessons, stupidity and immaturity – and you had always been aware of it; had always been aware of the impossibility.

Now, five years later, that same teacher was standing before you, substituting your music professor, looking as good as you remembered him to; better yet, even. He stood before you — and everything seemed suddenly less impossible, palpable, almost.

series taglist (lmk if you wanna be added/ removed!): @chrizzztopherbang @qtieskz @rylea08 @miss-fallon @sikebishes @h0n3yj4y @lashaemorow

general taglist: @es-kay-zee @jeyelleohe @angelwonie @yvniek4ng @ppiri-bahng @bintificreads @svintsandghosts @llunapastell @sensitiveandhungry @minniesvenus @junebug032 @noellllslut @wolfennracha @unexceptional-h @like-a-diamondinthesky @katsukis1wife @astraystayyh

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #han jisung smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader

[chuchuchurch]

✮⋆˙ Chigiri Hyouma ˙⋆✮

gn!reader, fluff/comfort, you comfort him after a long day <3

Chigiri sat on the bathroom counter, almost sitting in the sink if not for the fact he was curled in on himself, leaning against the wall and watching you do your skincare routine. He watched wordlessly, hugging his knees to his chest, his eyes were filled with a sad, nothing feeling and the remains of tears he'd shed a few minutes prior.

You didn't speak as you rubbed moisturiser into your cheeks. You were worried though, Chigiri had come home with the kind of aura you just knew meant that he was upset but he'd refused to tell you what was wrong no matter how much you tried to gently coaxed him into spilling his guts. It's been almost four hours since, dinner had been made and eaten in silence and despite trying to think of a way to make things better the whole time, you'd come up empty.

You went to brush your teeth, hands reaching for the brush and Chigiri's eyes followed your every move despite the awkward way his neck was craned. The bathroom light was just the wrong kind of dull, too yellow and too bright and too flicker-y all at once but he couldn't find it in himself to leave your side.

He couldn't summon a single word, he'd cried at least three times when you were away for a few moments or weren't listening and annoyingly his nose still hadn't cleared up from the last time he cried, you were like a sedative. You made him feel deliciously tired, and he felt distantly irritated he couldn't just tell you.

You spat and rinsed the sink down and he took comfort in the predictable way you wiped your hands on your shirt instead of the hand towel. Unpredictably, you hoisted yourself onto the counter as well, sitting on the other side of the sink to him with your feet in the still-wet basin.

A small smile found its way onto his face as he watched the way your face scrunched at the feeling but didn't move to take them out. You leaned on your knees, hunched forwards at him with firm eyes locked on him.

"I want to know what's wrong, I want to help. Please tell me?" You asked bluntly and Chigiri could appreciate the no-nonsense approach after a long day. It had been hours since he last spoke, since he started following you around aimlessly, he supposed he should just bite and push through the fog of sleepiness to at least make sure you know he's alright...

But still, it was just a small thing... a missed goal in practice wasn't really something worth crying over and well, he didn't want to look silly in front of you. It was such a disproportionate response, it made him feel embarrassed. How was he supposed to say anything?

"It wasn't much, really, I'm just being emotional." Was what he said, but really he meant something quite different. It was a quiet beg for you not to see him in a light he was ashamed of.

It's always been like that, he'd always been too much, too emotional, too angry, sad or happy. He doesn't want to seem like too much and he doesn't want you to probe any further because he could never really lie to you, and when you would ask the right questions he would inevitably end up with his whole heart bared to you, he loved you. If you rejected him like that, god only knows what he would do.

"And? I think it's still worth talking about if it's making you this sad..." You mumbled, a cheek smushed by that hand it leaned on. You were so cute in every moment you shared with him, but the quiet, small ones like this made you look heavenly. Chigiri's heart skipped a beat, how was he ever meant to admit something so embarrassing to you?

"No, I'm just making it out to be worse than it was."

"So what? It means nothing?"

"No- it... just makes me look stupid..." He could admit that much at least. You'd been dating for a while now, he really loved you so there was really only so much he could dodge. Sometimes being around you felt like a very dangerous game though, one slip up and his biggest flaw would be waved in your face immediately.

"I don't care if it's stupid, 'Ouma, what I care about is you." It's like you want to make him cry again. He huffs and looks away from your eyes.

"Missed a goal..." Chigiri mumbled, staring intently at the shampoo bottles lined up on the shower shelves. He was loathe to look at your face and see what expression you were making. "It's stupid, I know..."

He sighs and wipes at his eyes, "I just feel too much."

You don't say anything but he can hear you hop down from the counter, watching as you slowly adjust yourself and your wet feet on the tiled bathroom floor so you don't slip. Chigiri unfurled, if you were leaving he was going to follow you regardless, he just wanted to be near you.

To his surprise you walked over to him, crossing the few steps between you as he looked up at you and meeting your eyes again. Your expression wasn't mocking like he'd expected to find, instead a gentle smile graced your face and he couldn't help but feel quiet again.

You slotted yourself between his legs, one hand drifting over his right knee. "I don't think it's stupid to be sad about that, and I don't think it's bad to feel too much."

"Huh?" He uttered almost silently, more out of a need for a response than confusion, but no matter how long he had loved you the way you got so close never failed to turn his brain to mush.

"You love football so obviously you're going to feel bad when you don't live up to your own expectations, doesn't mean you're doing bad though." Your other hand comes up to delicately swept some hair from his face and tucked behind his ear. If someone told Chigiri that small constellations were left on whatever you touched, the way you handled him so sweetly would only make him inclined to agree with them wholeheartedly. His eyes watched as yours, sparkling in the shitty bathroom lighting, traced the movement . "I... don't mind the way you feel so much? No... I think I love you all the more for it, it's part of you and I love you, all of you."

"Isn't it hard to deal with me though?" His deepest anxieties spoke for him in that moment, taking the risk his conscious self never would have and he'd want to cram the words back down his throat if it wasn't for the fact you had so much love for him in your eyes.

"No, even if your emotions were really that strong it still wouldn't matter."

"It wouldn't?"

"No."

"...Why?"

"Because I love you." The world outside of the bathroom ceased to exist to Chigiri, to be more specific, the world outside of you ceased to exist to him. It didn't matter, none of it mattered, what mattered was that you were here and you loved him even though he wasn't perfect. You loved him even though he'd revealed his biggest weakness to you. It left him as speechless as he was before.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then ritualistically kissed each of his eyelids. You giggled when he closed each eyelid as you went to lightly kiss it, he had such a cute smile when you messed around with each other. You kissed both of his cheeks and the tip of his nose before you finally sweetly kissed him on the lips.

His eyes closed and he chased you as you pulled away, blushing terrifically. Chigiri opened his eyes and stared at you through his thick lashes, you didn't speak and neither did he, but in the bathroom under the awful lighting you looked so soft and he couldn't help but let his eyes meander over your face. He loved you and he would never get enough or reach any sort of peak of loving you that he could ever come down from.

"I love you too." He said with wobbly lips. Oh you really were going to make him cry again, you loved him so much and he loved you and he would never stop crying about it. You pulled him into a hug that he returned gladly, burying his face into your shoulder, you swayed back and forth and he gave himself to following you move.

"Wanna go to bed now?" You whispered into the hair on his temple.

"Mhm."

yay another post!! (sorry I neglect this account) and no I'm not projecting what are you talking about..... definitely not....

#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #chigiri hyoma #bllk chigiri #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader

[mymomhatesmyguts]

Budweiser (connor murphy x fem!reader)

Scenario: You're one of Connor's best friends- his only friend, in fact. You snuck through his window as you do every Friday, only to find him drunk and sobbing.

A/N: i wrote this in 2nd person but is 1st person preferred? idk, its my first time writing fanfics on tumblr :)

"Con..." You say, gently reaching out to touch his shoulder, to offer some sense of relief, even though you can tell he's far beyond hugging it out at this point.

"No, just-" He cuts himself off with a drunken hiccup as tears roll down his face. "Just leave me alone." He buries his head in his hands, his back shaking with sobs. You wish you could take him in your arms, kiss his pretty face until he stops crying, but you're just friends. Thats all. Thats all you'll ever be.

"Connor, please? Tell me what's wrong?" You coo, your voice soft enough to mirror the voice of a mother speaking to her child. He just shakes his head, flinching slightly as you rub his back gently. "Connor..." You coax, finally getting him to look up at you with his reddened, tear filled eyes.

"You don't love me." He says with a sniffle before bursting into sobs once more.

"I... what? Of course I love you." You say, almost incredulous. And it's true, of course it's true. You love him more than a dog loves his master, crave him more than a flower craves the sun, need him as much as a starving man needs a warm meal. But how can you tell your best friend that when he's drunk and sobbing on his creaky mattress at one in the morning?

"No!" He says, suddenly raising his voice as he stands up abruptly. "No, no, no, you don't love me the way I love you!" The tears roll of his cheeks like raindrops in a thunderstorm. He hiccups dryly, slurring his speech as he continues. "I... I want to kiss you and I want... I want you to be my girlfriend-"

"Connor, you're drunk." You cut him off, almost numb with shock.

"But that doesn't mean my feelings arent real!" He says, shouting now, without any regard for his sleeping sister and parents.

"Con..." Your voice is soft again, kind, the honey-sweet voice he's come to crave every night. "Believe me. If you were sober I would... I would kiss you right now, but you're drunk. I don't want this to be a drunken regret, and I don't want to take advantage of you." You say sternly, but not unkindly. Connor sinks to the bed, smiling goofily now.

"Yeah?" He says, grinning ear-to-ear like a fool. He giggles, then hiccups again, which makes you laugh and then you're both laughing and trying to shush each other at the same time, for fear of awaking Zoe, or worse- Cynthia and Larry.

"Yeah." You whisper, smiling at his dumb grin as you stand, dusting off your jeans. "Text me in the morning if you still feel the same when you're sober, yeah?"

"M'kay. G'night.." He slurs, falling backwards onto his bed.

"Sweet dreams," You whisper as you slide open the window, but as you turn back to check on him one last time, he's already snoring into his tear-stained pillow.

A/N: AAAHHHH i'm scared this is really bad but whatever ig?? i looooove connor sm i think we should actually get married. feedback in comments pls? 🥺🥺

#connor murphy #deh #dear evan hansen #evan hansen #mike faist x reader #connor murphy x reader #connor murphy fanfic #cmurphy #broadway #broadway x reader