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silverhallow · 7 months
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Not so delightful
pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett
summary: Benedict tries to do something cute for his sisters, mother and Sophie but it goes a bit wrong
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warnings: none just a bit of fluff
word count: 859 words
author's note: this is sort of a prompt but I’ve taken liberties a bit with it.
It didn’t take much for Benedict to get distracted when he visited his mother’s home lately, the new maid Sophie, was so ethereally beautiful and he was determined that he was going to have her.
Since the moment he’d met her, there was something about her, something that made him feel like he knew her from another life, there was something about her that drew him in and he wanted her, more than he wanted anyone in his life.
It was rather inconvenient that the one woman he could almost see a future with, was the one woman he couldn’t have.
So he made excuses to go to his mother’s house every day. He was lucky that most of the ton already assumed he was a mama’s boy and that the leading strings had never been fully cut but right now it was giving him the best cover possible for why he kept going to his mother’s every day, sometimes twice a day.
But today he was a man on a mission, he knew that Sophie was often included in his mother’s afternoon tea when they had no visitors and he knew that his mother had none today so he’d arranged a surprise for his mother.
He’d been in Mayfair and saw that the local baker had baked Strawberry Shortcakes, a treat that his mother and sisters adored and he hoped Sophie would too.
He’d arranged for the treats to be delivered just as he would arrive for afternoon tea. It was the perfect ploy to get sweet treats for Sophie, something romantic and almost courtingly like but without arousing the suspicions of his sisters and most importantly his mother.
He walked into the room not 5 minutes after the treats had been delivered by Wickham, and he looked around at the excited faces of his mother and sisters as his mother hugged him tightly for the treat before she handed one to each of the ladies in the room and he saw Sophie looking at them curiously.
“They’re my mother’s favourites Miss Beckett, Shortcakes” he said as he took a seat and took the offered treat from his mother.
Sophie nodded and took a bite of the cake, and Benedict watched her eyes go bright but as she chewed and swallowed he saw something else cross her beautiful features, horror.
“Are… are these… st…strawberry?” she gasped
“Yes Sophie, Strawberries are my favourite” Violet said looking concerned at the way Sophie had just gone very pale.
“Oh… oh no…” Sophie said immediately standing up “I… I have to go” she said, rushing out of the room, her hand over her mouth.
Benedict got to his feet quickly as did the rest of the Bridgerton ladies and they followed Sophie who they heard making god-awful retching noises as she turned into the small powder room.
Forgetting about propriety, forgetting about what was proper and that his mother was right behind him, he threw himself into the room behind her, to find her hunched over throwing up.
“Oh Sophie…” he said putting his hand on her back “what’s wrong do you not like strawberries…”
“Benedict!” Violet called as she ran into the room panting and saw her son close to their maid in an indecent move, that if anyone was to witness would cause a scandal.
“A…allergic” was all they heard from Sophie who whined.
Benedict looked horrified “Mother, can we call for a doctor! Sophie’s allergic to strawberries!”
“Oh my!” she gasped “Hyacinth, run to get Mrs Wilson to go fetch Dr Neil”
“I… i’ll be fine… just… sick… spots… they… they won’t… eugh” Sophie managed to gasp before she threw up again.
Violet watched her son intently, normally any form of throwing up had Benedict running for the hills, even as a child but here he was, rubbing Sophie’s back, caring for her like Edmund had done for her throughout her morning sickness. He’d been the same, he couldn’t stand blood, sickness, anything but when it had come down to her, he’d been there every step of the way.
She watched as Sophie finished throwing up and he scooped Sophie up into his arms, carefully, not even flinching at the spots that were forming on her skin, the sweat that glistened on her skin or the vomit that was on the front of her dress and Violet finally understood.
Benedict loved Sophie.
It was why he’d brought her back to London, why he was always coming over, but she knew this would be a problem, their social class difference would be a problem but she knew a love match when she saw one, and she was determined that they’d get it but first, they had to make sure Sophie was going to be okay, though she’d seen Edmund’s sort of sister-in-law Cecilia have a similar reaction to Strawberries so she wasn’t overly worried but she saw the worry on her son’s face and she resolved there and then, she would do anything in her power to ensure that they would get their happily ever after.
She just didn’t expect it to be the dramatic start it ended up being.
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escapenightmare · 1 year
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soft n pouty bf nagi <3
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"you forgot something," nagi mumbles from behind you.
"what?" you ask him as he wraps his arms around your waist from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder. he had stopped you at the door a second before you were about to leave, telling you that you had forgotten something. "what is it?"
he holds out a book in front of your face, "book."
"oh shit," you quickly stuff it in your bag, escaping from his lingering touch. "thanks sei."
"you forgot something else too."
his drowsy voice makes you stop again and let go of the doorknob, groaning. "what now?"
"kiss."
"bro." you deadpan, turning around to face him and his little unconscious pout. you quickly press your lips to his, "okay?"
"that wasn't meaningful," he narrows his eyes at you, looking sleepy even though he'd been awake for an hour already. his hair was all messed up, more than it usually was, sticking out in all ends and looking all soft and fluffy, just like him.
"sei," you groan again and kiss him once more, making it last longer than the previous one. "happy?"
"no," he lightly huffs, his hand reaching out and grabbing yours with a more defined pout.
you narrow your eyes at him the way he did at you earlier. "why?"
"’don't want you to leave," he said softly, pulling you to him with your hand and wrapping his arms around you once again.
"but i have to go, sei," you tell him, lifting your hand to stroke his hair.
"why?" you could literally picture him stomping his feet like a child. "return the book tomorrow?" he suggests.
"the due date's today," your hand is still stroking his hair and he leans into your touch, face relaxing and eyes closing.
when he speaks again it's almost in a whisper, "just for a little while?"
you think about it. if you stayed for even just five more minutes, you'd be smothered with affection and attention, pulled onto the couch for cuddles, probably get so caught up in the moment that you'd forget you had to leave in the first place.
or, you could leave right now and come home to a poutier and more affection-seeking, drunk on not having your love seishiro.
"...?" even his silence looks like he's asking you a question.
"what?" you reluctantly ask.
"don't go," he says, voice drowsy and as soft as could be. "just for a little. ’swear." a pause before he adds, "please."
your heart almost shatters at how broken he sounded, and you let him know your answer by wrapping your arms around him in a hug. "okay. but only for a little."
he eagerly nods, tugging you to the couch and sitting down before pulling you on top of him, hugging you close to his chest. you could hear his steady heartbeat as he looked down at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.
"so," you start, maintaining eye contact. "what's wrong?"
his long legs tangle with yours and he seems to hesitate before he answers, voice as gentle as it was before. "just missed you."
"hm?" you brush a few locks of his hair away from his forehead and look down at him. "we were together the whole day yesterday."
"i know," he replies, hand on your back and thumb tracing random shapes that you could feel through your shirt.
a circle.. a six... an eight.. a square...
nagi lets out a soft and content exhale. "i like it when it's like this." his eyes sparkle a little and his lips curl up in a small smile. "when it's just the two of us."
you snuggle closer to him, letting him lean his forehead on your shoulder as he hugged you tighter. "me too, sei."
unsurprisingly, you fall asleep, wrapped up in nagi's arms and warm and comfortable hoodie.
only for a little while my ass, you thought when you woke up again.
he's setting a mug containing your favorite drink down on the coffee table in front of you.
your eyes immediately wander to the window and you sigh, it was dark outside.
the library was closed now.
"here," your boyfriend hands you a book, sitting down next to you and cuddling up to you.
your eyebrows furrow, it was a book in your reading list.
"i went and returned the book for you," nagi says. "and got that."
you brighten up with a grin, "thanks, sei." your hand moves up to pat his head a few times and he pouted when you put your hand down.
there's no words exchanged as he curls up to you, and you wonder how someone could be as cute as he was in this moment; hair messed up more than ever, eyes sleepy and half closed again, drowning in an oversized hoodie and lips forming a tiny 'o' shape because of.... well, you had no idea.
you bring your free hand up to his cheek and smile. his hand comes up to hold yours as he nuzzles into your palm, eyes affectionate and loving, pout no longer visible on his face.
"i love you," he mumbles, leaning down and slowly kissing the corner of your lips. "a lot."
you gently smile, "i love you too."
nagi pokes the book in your hand, "read to me?"
"always."
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alrightberries · 3 months
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sukuna starts yelling at you in old japanese when he's mad
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httpdwaekki · 1 month
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migraine | b.c.
summary: you were known to have pretty intense migraines but chan is there to help you feel better.
wc: 1.9k
warnings: no warnings, just pure fluff, tad bit of hurt/ comfort, sweet channie as always, and in true ashton fashion far too many petnames lmao. very lightly proofread (p.s. i am in my wolfchan lover arc, need him immediately.)
a/n: omg ashton got lost in the sauce again? * gasp* shocker! yeah this took me way too long to write but whatever. i actually don't hate this which is crazy but this is self indulgent because i get some pretty intense, nasty migraines that can last a couple days and it sucks. but if you suffer from the same thing i hope this can bring you some comfort and also i recommend a gel cap that you put in the freezer. an actual game changer, trust. anyway, i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3
*lowercase intended*
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(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)
you had some pretty nasty migraines, no secret to you or chan. they last anywhere from a few hours to a few days and while there were things to help lessen the pain and pressure, sometimes you just had to ride it out.
this was unfortunately one of those times. now usually you would call chan as soon as you felt the first telltale sign of a migraine . this time however, you didn’t, you knew he was busy with work and didn’t want to interfere with that. but you were selfishly starting to regret that decision as everything you were doing did nothing to help.
it seemed like everything did nothing but increase the pressure in your head, spreading to your face. in a last ditch effort to get some sleep you put on some migraine music, pressed a cold compress to your eyes and pulled wolfchan to your chest.
the soft plushie smelled faintly of chan’s cologne, the only thing actually helping you relax. but it also made you miss the aussie man, wishing he was by your side, rubbing your temples, softly lulling you to sleep.
you didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt a warm tear drip down to your neck. you knew you had to calm down or you risk making everything worse but you couldn’t. you were overwhelmed by the pressure in your head and frustrated with nothing helping to release it.
you felt selfish and guilty but you knew you needed chan, you felt like you were going insane without him. hesitantly you moved the compress from your eyes, grabbing your phone.
despite the brightness being on the lowest possible setting, you felt a sharp pain behind your eye as the screen turned on. you unlocked your phone, clicking chan’s contact, you quickly typed out a message.
to channie <3 :
hi, i’m so sorry to ask but i really don’t know what else to do, i have a migraine and nothing's helping. i know you're working but is there anyway when you finish up at the studio you could come over? even for a little bit, if not i totally get it, just thought i’d ask, love you bug.
you hit send, locking your phone, placing it on the soft sheets, placing the compress back over your eyes. a few minutes passed before you felt your phone buzz beside you. you move the cold compress once more, bracing yourself for the light from your phone.
from channie <3:
can you call me jagi? i don’t want you to keep looking at your phone screen, love you too sweet girl.
you click his contact once more, hitting the little phone icon next to his name causing the calming music to stop, a loud ringing replacing it. this caused you to wince and quickly lower the volume before putting it on speaker so you could place the cooling pack back over your eyes.
it didn’t take long before he picked up. “hi my baby, what’s going on?” he asked softly.
“my head hurts,” you started, words slightly slurred. “it’s really bad channie.” you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “i’ve tried everything and nothing’s working, i don’t know what to do.” you softly cried, tears making their way down your cheeks once more.
“okay angel okay, take a deep breath, i need you to relax for me okay? i know it hurts but it’s gonna hurt worse if you’re upset.” you hear rustling in the background.
“i’m just finishing up a few things here and then i’m gonna head over, okay sweetheart?” you respond with a soft whimper, followed by a quiet, “okay.” you press the pack further into your eyes, chasing the coolness that is quickly leaving the gel filled pack.
“do you want me to stay on the phone with you till i get there?” he asks softly, packing his bag.
“yes, please.” you mumbled. “okay baby, just keep breathing and focus on me, okay? i’m gonna pick up some food on the way too, okay?” you hummed in response, rolling over, pushing the soft plushie to your cheek, breathing in the familiar scent.
“everything okay?” you hear changbin ask in the background. “yeah, y/n has a migraine, so i’m going to help her.” chan responds.
“oh no, i hope she feels better, let us know if you guys need anything.” you hear han chime in, your heart swelling at the boys concern.
“will do, thank you, i’ll see you guys later.” you hear him open the studio door making his way into the hallway.
“you still with me, jagi?” he asks softly. “yeah, i’m here.” face squished into the soft fabric. “alright sweetheart, i’m gonna mute for a bit just until i get to my car, okay?” he asks, the elevator dings in the background, signaling its arrival.
“okay.” you say sleepily. “i love you baby, i’ll be right back.” you hear him press a button in the elevator. “love you too bub.” your words slurring slightly.
after chan muted, you felt yourself slowly succumb to the exhaustion, phone positioned next to you on the sheets, wolfchan tucked safely against your cheek, you, curled up in a soft blanket .
that is exactly how chan found you about 25 minutes later as he walked in your room, the space dimly lit by the oil diffuser sitting on your bedside table. he left the take-out bags sitting on your kitchen counter, fresh compress and cold water in hand. he gently places the water on your desk, making his way over to you.
he grabs your phone, ending the call before turning off the relaxing music. he sits next to your sleeping form, gently taking the warm pack off your face. he places a kiss on your forehead before placing the fresh compress on your eyes.
you tense for a moment, before relaxing as the cold begins to relieve the tension once more. you stir awake from the sudden change in temperature. “channie?” you asked, sleep laced in your voice.
he places a hand on your hips, his thumb rubbing soothing circles to the area. “hi, my baby,” he whispers. “how are you feeling hm?” he asks, continuing the soothing motion. you move the cool pack, grabbing his free hand, in this lap, threading your fingers together before placing a kiss on the back of his.
“better now that you’re here.” you murmured, giving him a small smile. he smiled back before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“i got you some ramen, i’m gonna go grab it for you okay?” you nodded, him standing, still keeping your hand in his. he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before placing the compress back over your eyes, grabbing the warm one to put back in the freezer .
he gives your hand a light squeeze before walking away. you relax into the soft mattress below you while chan goes to grab the hot soup and some medicine just in case.
he walks in with the tray, setting it on your desk next to the cold water collecting condensation on the wood below it. he makes his way over to you, sitting next to you once again, gently lifting the pack off your eyes. “there she is,” he placed a hand on your cheek, setting the compress next to you.
“hi baby.” he smiled, softly stroking your cheek. you give him a small smile back before turning your head slightly to place a kiss to his palm. “can you sit up for me please?” you nod softly before slowly moving to lean against the wall behind you.
“careful jagi.” he whispered, quickly placing a hand behind your head. “thank you, bug.” you mumble, adjusting the pillows behind you, placing wolfchan in your lap . chan stands up once more, placing the water on the tray before bringing it over to you.
“thank you, chan, you really didn’t have to do all this.” you say, guilt creeping up on you once again. he shakes his head. “nope, none of that. i’m your boyfriend, this is my job.” he places the tray on your lap, taking his place next to you once again.
“plus, i love taking care of you. if you need me, i’m there. any time, any place, simple as that.” your heart swells, you feel a lump form in the back of your throat. “you can’t say stuff like that when i’m like this, i’ll cry.” you play with the plushie’s ears before feeling a finger lift your chin.
“i love you, and i’ll always be here for you, no matter where either of us are, okay?” he said, looking into your eyes, with nothing but love and sincerity. you nod, “i love you too.” he smilled, carefully leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead.
“now, you need to eat, i got your favorite.” he says, picking up the hot soup, opening the lid, before separating the chopsticks. he dips the wooden sticks in the soup, giving it a stir before grabbing some of the noodles.
he gently blows on the steaming noodles before offering it to you, container under it to catch any dripping soup. you giggle, “you know i can feed myself right?” he frowns, pushing the noodles and container closer to you. “eat.”
you smile before opening your mouth, accepting the food he so generously offered you. a smile made it’s way onto his face, feeding you a few more bites. he placed the container back down, chopsticks resting in the soup, before grabbing the medicine and water.
“take these.” he placed them in your hand, opening the water as you dropped the pills in your mouth. he hands you the water, watching as you greedly gulp down the cool beverage. “ how are you feeling, angel?” he asks gently.
“it still hurts but i think eating and drinking definitely helped.” you smiled, handing him the bottle. “ good, i’m glad. eat a few more bites then we’ll lay down, okay?” he says, picking up the soup once more.
you end up finishing the ramen before he grabs the tray and the now warm compress. “do you want a cold one?” he asks holding up the pack.
“yes please.” you nod slightly. “okay, get comfy, i’ll be right back jagi.” you smile laying back down as he leaves the room.
he comes back, shortly after, with a fresh compress and another bottle of water. he places the water next to your diffuser, placing the compress over your eyes. he circles the bed, climbing under the covers.
he lays down, pulling you into him, placing your head on his chest. you place your arm around his wait, hand slipping under his shirt, rubbing your thumb across his soft skin.
he brings his hand up, rubbing soft circles on your temples, placing kiss on the top of your head. “sleep jagi, we can shower when you wake up okay?’ you nod slightly against him.
“thank you, channie. i love you, more than you know.” you mumble, tightening your arms around him. “i love you too baby, i’ll always take care of you, okay?” placing one last kiss to your hair.
that’s how you stayed for the rest of the night, wrapped up in each other’s arms. the pressure in your head, slowly releasing, finally able to relax.
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crimsonbubble · 25 days
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pervy rookie leon with an affinity for tits, size don't matter to him !
cw. nsfw, gn!reader with tiddies, nipple play, slight sub leon, marking, vague power dynamics, *not proofread, just pure horny
[i got a bit carried away]
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Good lord, he’s helpless
You’re his superior
He shouldn’t be perving on you like this
But you haven’t acknowledged it or done anything to hide it
Poor boy can’t help but let his eyes wander a bit
Watching how your tits bounce and jiggle with your movements
How your clothes fit around them so nicely
On warmer days, he loves seeing your pretty tits when you’re wearing a tight fit t-shirt or tank top from under your uniform
When he has you to himself? His lips are latched onto your chest
Kissing and nipping soft reds into your skin
His tongue suckling and swirling around your nipples
Peering up at you through soft lashes as he presses more kisses to your skin
Kissing up to your neck while his fingers pinch and pull at your nipples
Leon wanting nothing more than to touch your tits, have his mouth on your nipples while you play with his drooly and sensitive cock
He wants to cum on your tits
Coating your pretty skin with a white mess
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rae-ash143 · 3 months
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Sub!SKZ when they cum without permission when you're giving them head
Pairings: SKZ x g.n!reader(separate pairings for everyone)
Genre: Smut
Warnings: cumming without permission(obviously), begging, crying, oral, face sitting, overstimulatation, edging, multiple orgasms, riding, degradation(if you squint)
A/N: this is the outcome of a conversation i was having with @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf so if you guys want to blame anyone, blame her (love you alura😝)
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Bang Chan: look. he's a certified baby boy ok? he's the subbiest sub to ever sub. he just wants to be a good boy for you. I can’t see him cumming without your permission but if in the off chance he does, he's gonna fold so fast. he'll start apologising before you can even say anything. whimpering  and crying that he's sorry, begging you to let him make up for it. and who are you to deny him that when he looks and sounds so pretty and fucked out?
Lee Minho: this man, god, he's such a brat. The only word that can describe him is brat. BUT. but. here’s the thing: he’s too prideful for that. he loves boasting about how perfect his self control is. so if he cums without permission? you’ve got a very whiny minho on your hands. he will throw a tantrum about how it’s unfair for him and how you’re so cruel to him. The only way to shut him up is sitting on his face and telling him to put that tongue to better use. and he makes you cum in record time because he will use any method to repair his bruised ego. maybe you should hurt his ego more often.
Seo Changbin: he isn’t necessarily a brat. but he does get too caught up in the pleasure causing him to break your rules more often than you would have thought. but he wants to be a good boy for you so whenever he breaks your rules, he accepts the punishment without a tantrum. If he cums without permission, all you have to do is give him a glare and he’s dropping down to his knees and begging you to let him taste you. and so you do.
Hwang Hyunjin: and here we have, Hwang Hyunjin, the man, the myth, the slut himself. He doesn’t give a shit about your rules. all he wants is to get fucked. he  breaks your rules left and right and enjoys the punishment you give him. so you’re not even surprised when he cums without permission. you know he thinks that this will lead to you edging him all night long and judging from his grin, he knows you know. but it’s not a punishment if he enjoys it, is it? and that’s why you tie him up and overstimulate him to the point of tears and beyond. If he’s so desperate to cum, you’ll give him exactly that.
Han Jisung: if you think Han Jisung of all people has the self control to wait for your permission when you’re sucking him off so well, you’re wrong. you’re really really really wrong. this boy has no idea what self control even means. so you teach him exactly what it means by ruining all of his orgasms till he learns.
Lee Yongbok: he just can’t help it, he’s so sensitive. he tries to hold it back, he really does. but it’s just too much. even as he’s cumming, he's apologising and crying. he feels so bad about breaking the rule and will do anything to make up for it. it’s up to you to reassure him that it’s alright.
Kim Seungmin: contrary to popular belief, seungmin is a very obedient sub. that doesn’t mean that he never breaks rules, however. he breaks your rules when he just wants you to fuck him into oblivion but is too scared to ask you directly. so when he cums without asking for permission, you know exactly what he’s saying. after all, why would you pass up a chance to make a mess of him? go crazy, go wild, it’s what he wants(and what he deserves)
Yang Jeongin: see now this one’s a bit tricky. it's usually a toss up between whether he’s a soft baby or a BRAT™️. but the times he cums without permission are very rare. when he does cum without permission though, he shows no remorse showing you that it was  totally on purpose. so you retaliate by riding him till he sees stars. add in a bit of degradation and he turns putty in your hands.
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ashtxrie · 6 days
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i got you (jake)
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PAIR. high school! bf! jake x gn! reader GENRE. hurt/comfort, jake is an academic weapon WORD COUNT. 0.6k WARNINGS. math, anxiety, ap season, academics in general NOTES. ap season is making me lose my mind in every way possible but if jake tutored i bet i would get a 5 IN WHICH: with all hope of an academic comeback gone, jake swears to personally help you clutch up your gradebook, no matter what.
the calculus test stares up at you, the numbers you had written the week before blending into incessant scribbles that pound at your head and sting at your eyes. red marks plague your work and the crimson ink slashes at the harsh white, making the numerals bleed. you flip the exam over, quickly rolling it up into a scroll and stuffing it into your bag.
a 68 percent. you had gotten a 68 on the test that you had calculated and count on to change your grade for the better. you had failed. 
biting your lip, you walk out of the nearly empty classroom, your heart sinking into your gut.  
everything was so much.
from studying for the AP exams coming up in less than two months to frantically memorizing all the polyatomic ion formulas for chemistry-- you were spent. you had thought you had done fine, you had thought that you had this one in the bag.  
obviously not. 
the door to the cafeteria approaches to your left and you walk towards it, feeling sharp jabs in your abdomen from the anxiety. 
“please let it be almost empty,” you whisper, pushing the door open and walking through the clusters of students.
at your usual table, your boyfriend jake sits with his computer, pencil in hand. probably doing the physics bonus problems, for fun— under normal circumstances, you would’ve laughed at him. he sees you in the corner of his peripheral and smiles.  
“hey,” jake scoots to the left of the bench and offers you the seat. his smile falters a bit when he sees your face, your eyes glassy and red. 
“hey,” you mutter, your voice constricted. you were having trouble keeping the tears in and you feared that you would burst at any given moment. you keep your head down and try to avoid his gaze.
jake stares at you, his brown eyes focusing on your bent head and trembling bottom lip.  “hey,” he says again, his voice soothing and soft.  “what’s the matter?”
you had no appetite, but you found yourself walking past the table, toward the lunch line. jake trailed behind you. cautiously, as if you’d run away at any moment. 
his hand grabs onto yours and he pulls on your fingertips lightly.  “[name],” he pushes, his hand warm to the touch.
you shake your head and turn back to face him, your eyes beginning to water. “i– i,” you stammer, your voice shaking and cracking as you struggled to remain calm, “i’m having a really rough day.” your words trigger something inside of yourself and a tear slides it’s way down your face, trickling down your cheek and sliding off your chin onto your shoes. 
you walk towards jake who meets you halfway, his arms wrapping around you tightly. you rest your head in the crook of his neck and let the tears fall from your eyes. your body wracks up and down, unable to control itself. 
jake’s hand moves up and down the small of your back.  “it’s going to be okay,” he says in your ear.
“i got a sixty eight in calc,” you manage, your voice coming out in teary whispers. “it’s so bad... i tried so hard for this. i basically failed.”
jake shakes his head. “no. no [name].” he takes his hand and moves a strand of hair behind your ears. “you are not a failure. tell you what, i’ll help you with math from now on, and we are going to get you a 100 on the next test. sound good?”
you sniff and nod, your head resting on his shoulder. “thank you.”
jake nods and smiles, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “anytime.”
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vendetta-if · 5 months
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What if Ash, from the alternate universe (where MC died), had met them in the same way as the alternate Victor did? And if MC and original Ash are a couple?
I very much hope that I have written this clearly, for it is not my language🙃
Unfortunately, it would just make the Ash from the AU where MC died become more depressed. Similar to the Viktor scenario, they would see what could have been.
Seeing MC and the Vendetta AU Ash getting together… It made them realize that they could’ve had a chance to be with the person they love and care the most, they could’ve been happy, they could’ve had everything they could’ve wished for.
But no… That killer took all of that away that night ten years ago.
I like to picture the AU Ash pops up and meets MC, and MC just thought that they’re their Ash. Imagine AU Ash’s surprise upon meeting a grown-up MC and not only that, MC greeting them with a peck on the lips and a hug. It feels like a dream, but this grown-up MC in front of them looks different from the one they conjure up in their head, but yet, undeniably MC. They know MC like the back of their own hand.
They barely understand what MC is talking to them about; most of the names they spoke of are not familiar to them, but still, they keep up the pretence, nodding and smiling. And then, MC hugs them again before walking off to do something.
They have half the heart to reach out and stop them… and what? What would they even say to this version of MC? So, they stay back, sticking to the shadows and make themself as inconspicuous as possible so other people who might know them won’t talk to them.
They can’t help but tail MC the whole day. And then, of course, they see their alternate self meet with MC. They look so happy, with a wide grin on their face, cheeks ruddy, probably because of MC.
Is it even possible to be envious of your own self? Because that’s what they’re feeling right now. But also, they are happy for them. At least their alternate self seems to be capable enough to protect MC and they look to be so in love with each other.
Their heart twinges in their chest as they look at the couple from afar. It’s painful, of course, but they redirect that pain into anger at the person who took this from them.
A couple of hours after their alternate self once again left MC to do something, you finally gather enough courage to approach them again. MC looks surprised.
“Ash! What’s wrong?” MC asks, confused.
“N—Nothing,” Ash answers, glancing up to meet MC’s eyes. “I… I just want to tell you something.”
“You could’ve told me over the phone, you know? No need to come all the way here,” they smile, and your heart skips a beat. It’s still the same smile it was a decade ago.
“I guess this is important enough to say in person,” Ash mumbles shyly.
“Okay, what is it?”
Ash steps closer and leans in. “MC… I love you… I always have and I always will,” they whisper, mere inches from MC’s face.
Before MC can answer, they lean in and press a kiss on their lips. It feels like you’re floating right now. But then, what comes up must come down, and pulling away, you’re once again reminded of what you can’t have.
“And… I also want to say I’m sorry…” Ash says quietly.
“For what?” MC asks in confusion, eyes filled with concern.
“Everything, I guess,” they sigh. They’ve always thought that if only they were there that night, maybe they could’ve helped protect MC—or at least die in their place.
“Ash…? Are you okay? You’re kind of scaring me right now,” they frown, bringing their hand to your forehead as if to check your temperature.
It makes you smile sadly. “I’m not and I don’t know if I will ever be,” you answer honestly before shaking your head. “You know what? Forget everything I said, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” You rub the back of your neck. “Goodbye, MC… I’ll see you again in my dreams.”
Ash turns around and quickly runs away, not looking back no matter how much their heart wants to stay. They hear MC calling out to them, but they don’t stop. This is not where they belong and they have no right to be ruining whatever their alternate self and MC are having here.
They don’t know where they’re going, but they keep running. They just want to get away from here as far as possible.
Please, God or whoever’s listening… Just throw them back to the shitty universe they know before they do something they’ll regret.
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tearueful · 3 months
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Play With Fire ( Homelander x Reader)
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18+ for language, female (plus size♥) reader | You walk into an elevator with Homelander...💋 [AO3 Link] [Chapter 2]
You can only stare at Ashley’s cold dismissal. Not Ashley Barrett, of course. You’re not high up enough to get personally fired by the CEO. Her assistant is the one doing it, also Ashley. 
There were too many fucking Ashleys in this office.
Your head is buzzing and you can’t exactly focus on the words that spill out of her mouth. She has such a pleasant smile plastered on her lips. A fake, corporate smile as she tells you that as of today? You no longer work at Vought International. A job you had scraped and clawed for. Survived an unpaid internship in fucking New York City for, moonlighting as a waitress in a diner where patrons had sticky hands even for one such as you.
You stare at her, having no idea what words her placid smile makes. Something about turning your badge in at the front desk on your way out. That they’ve packed everything up at your desk already and it will show up to your house in two to four business days. An easier transition, she says. How kind.
Neatly packaging your existence away and shipping it off in the post as if it didn’t fucking matter. You blink and you’re already stalking out of the office. The dismissal had been clear. They had saved it for when you normally would be packing up for the day. Less drama. Always better to fire someone on a Friday afternoon. Not many witnesses. At least you can slink out with some scraps of your dignity. Before you realize it, you’re fast walking through the hallway to the elevator lobby. All your mind can focus on is getting in that elevator and escaping this fucked up place. That is your one goal as your insides churn with bitter anger and your brain buzzes.
Your rage is impotent, with no outlet. What could you even do? Nothing against Vought. Not with their airtight security. You knew how Vought paid everyone and anyone off to make undesirables vanish. How they mopped up the ‘accidents’ of their precious supe products. How your firing was another one of those casualties, dismissed at a whim of the Seven. You knew specifically who. That star-spangled blonde bastard. One typo led to one tantrum from the supe and you had to suffer for it.
Rage pushes your feet to move a little quicker as you spot the open elevator doors. Someone must have just exited, you see the retreating forms of a handful of people down the opposite end of the hall. Perfect, except those doors are closing and you’re too impatient to wait in the lobby a moment longer.
At the sight of the closing elevator doors, your feet pick up their pace. You can’t stay in this building a moment long, not in this hallway with the chance of spotting anyone you know who may recognize the set of your face as something amiss.. Some of them know you well enough to know that would mean something’s wrong, or they knew the bad news before you. That gives you the motivation to snap a hand out to stop those closing doors, praying it’s empty so you can take a breath alone. You need it.You deserve it. It’s the least the universe can do for you at this moment. The universe is not kind today.
The doors stop at the presence of your hand while you slip through the opening. Your regret is almost instantaneous as you step into the re-opening doors because there stood Homelander.
Fucking Homelander in his stupid suit, looking all the world like Uncle Sam shat out the perfect Boyscout. Except, you know far better. There was a monster in that human suit.
He looks ever the caged predator within the confines of the enclosed metal space, wholly uninterested in you. There’s only the briefest of glances your way before his attention is back on the elevator’s LED number display. Oh, but you hate him. Stuffed up supe, high on his own importance.
You’d seen him about the office, from a distance. A wolf among doting sheep, bleating for his attention. How did anyone dare to get close when he flashed those canines? You should flee, but the elevator doors click behind you with a finality. No, fuck it. Fuck him. You don’t care. All you care about is getting out of this shit hole and this elevator ride will be your last here. One way or another. The white hot rage is back to roiling in your gut and you feel as if you’d choke on it.
Homelander’s cold blue gaze flickers over you once more as you stew, taking you all in within an instant. Your badge and your name. Another useless Vought employee, a wriggling worm at his feet. The Hero Management Department by the logo on your badge, but he’s never noticed you. No wonder. You’re too short. Someone who could get lost in a crowd. His lips turn up in a cruel sneer. Fat, too. A pudgy, little grub. At least you’re dressed well. You need to be if you work here. Almost demure in that dress that must have cost half your pathetic paycheck. He wants to be disgusted by you, but you meet his eyes. People rarely did that. There’s fire burning in those wide eyes. A defiance he’s not used to seeing often. Especially not from something as breakable as you. It gives Homelander pause. He’s puzzled. That sort of volatile hatred was usually reserved for dear William, but you? It was almost comical seeing such a delicate thing like you sparking with it. You looked like a little firecracker about to go off and Homelander wonders what sorts of sparks you’d show.
Your expression was utterly, almost eerily calm yet he could feel the rage rolling off of you, it was a palpable taste on his tongue. An almost bitter tang that made Homelander reflexively lick his lips. That gets your attention. Previously, you’d let your eyes dart around the elevator in your unrest. Now your eyes fixate on the flick of Homelander’s tongue while the wheels within your brain begin to whirl. What is the stupidest thing you could do on your last day at Vought? Something reckless and impulsive. Suicidal even.
He watches you with interest now that you’re daring to meet his gaze, scrutinizing this little mortal confined in the elevator with him with anger steaming off your body. Normally, Vought employees fawned over him while reeking of fear. They cowered and all but tried to tongue his taint in their need to appease him and soothe Homelander’s volatile moods. Yet here you were, looking as much like a caged animal within the confines of the elevator as he felt most of the time. 
Homelander senses the shift in you, from anger to something else. He can’t pinpoint it, not yet. Not with how the adrenaline pumps through your veins as you fix your eyes on his face, a heady perfume if there ever was one. It’s a little like prey backed into a corner, finally deciding fight over flight. Homelander doesn’t fear you or any possible outburst you could throw his way. How could he? He’s a god and you’re an ant. Still, he’s curious as to what you’ll do. Homelander can see the tension in your body, how your muscles coil before a pounce.
You weren’t quick, by any means. Homelander could have deflected you with his pinky finger, but the determination in your eyes kept him still. What were you even planning to do to him, of all people? Seeing you unleashing your anger on him would amuse the supe. Give him a valid reason to crush your fragile skull in his fist with a satisfying wet crunch. Yet, you surprised him. All that anger and vitriol boiling over shifted into something else entirely, but it still burns.  It burns so much that you need to let it out. Which you do, by pressing your lips against Homelander’s. It’s pure impulse and oh so reckless. He’s killed people for lesser slights but you don’t care. Not in that moment. You want this, maybe even need it. Need to vent out all your frustration on the man who caused all this in the first place.
So you dig your nails into the leather fabric of Homelander’s suit, having to get up on your toes to press your lips against his own. 
They’re surprisingly soft, Homelander’s lips. You hadn’t expected it. A contrast to the lack of give against his body because leaning into Homelander is like leaning into a brick wall. Unmovable. The only give is from his lips and you suspect that’s because you took the supe by surprise.
The audacity of this little bug!
Homelander’s eyes are wide, shocked even at your brazen act. Staring down at this impertinent little human daring to touch him.There’s a desperation in your act, in how your face is still twisted up in rage and confusion but softening as you stubbornly keep your lips moving against his own.
Still so curious. 
He lets you kiss him, even goes as far to settle into the kiss himself. He can’t help it. Softness was a rare thing for him to feel and you really are oh so soft against him. Pliable and willing now that you’ve settled into properly kissing him. You’re not bad at this either, knowing exactly what sort of coaxing pressure to give him while teasing Homelander into giving back more.
So he does.
Homelander hooks you in the steel grip of one hand, fingers digging into your waist and he finds you yielding. Soft and giving as your lips. He should have expected that given your size, but he finds that he likes it. He can dig his fingers in a little deeper with no fear of snapping ribs with the slightest of pressure.
Homelander is kissing you back. Fucking Homelander! You half expected to get thrown across the elevator shaft for your action, but he was almost holding you gently. Almost. This close you can feel the restrained power of him that all but hums through the supe’s body. It should frighten you, but it’s thrilling having a monster yield so readily to you of all people.
You need something to ground yourself because this can't be real! You grab for Homelander's hair, sliding your fingers through it. Idly, you muse at the softness. It wasn't gelled and hard to the touch as you expected. Leave-in conditioner, that must be it. The thought makes you smile into the kiss, tightening your hold on Homelander's hair with a playful tug to coax his mouth closer.
You don’t expect the needy moan Homelander releases against your lips at the gentle tug. Would have never expected such a sound from a man like him. You greedily swallow it up, using it to your advantage to slide your tongue over his lips. They part under the pressure and then you’re kissing Homelander deeper. This is far from an innocent, impulsive act now. He’s meeting your fire, consumed by the flames as much as you are. More so because now Homelander seems intent on devouring you as he fits his lips to yours, bruising them while his tongue slides slick over your own within your mouth. He growls. Homelander fucking growls into the kiss and you feel that tremor down to your toes, arousal a white hot flash through your system. Thus it really can’t be helped when you mold your curves into the hard lines of his body, fingernails scraping at Homelander’s scalp while you try to taste every corner of his mouth. His free hand even comes up to take an ample handful of your ass as he pulls you flush against him properly, and is that- Holy fuck.
The chime of the elevator hitting the ground floor snaps you both out of the moment. You jerk apart and even in his surprise, Homelander’s grip is loose enough for you to step away safely. You stare up at him a beat, taking in Homelander’s flushed features and how he pants.
You did that. You did that to the most powerful supe of the Seven, possibly the most powerful supe in the world. Smug satisfaction settles on your shoulders for a moment.
You can see the rage building in his eyes, disgust twisting up Homelander’s features and there’s even the glaring threat of red sparking in his gaze. Holy shit. Your heart squeezes as the smugness shifts to the instinct to survive. It’s time to flee or die.
Homelander sneers at you and you know he’s about to say something scathing to put you in your place before he obliterates you. Instead of cowering, you flash him a thousand watt smile. The sort you’ve employed on dates with hapless men to get them giving dopey grins right back to you. It works well enough.
He blinks, the red glare vanishing from his eyes. People in this tower never smile at Homelander like that. Another surprise. You exit stage left before he recovers, almost running into someone on your way out of the elevator. It’s Ashley. CEO Ashley this time, with tablet in hand.
Her gaze flicks up from the screen as she gives a little start before suspicion tinges her features. “Weren’t you fired?” She whispers the words under her breath, brushing past you before stiffening up at the sight of the supe still within the elevator. “Homelander! There you are!” She chirps out with faux cheerfulness and a dead smile. “I’ve got fantastic news on your latest numbers!” That gives you enough time to slip away, with Ashley crowding up to Homelander eagerly to stroke his ego so he’s kept calm for another day and no one dies. You certainly didn’t die. Personally, you think the supe’s mind will be occupied by other things today. You turn your badge in at security’s front desk with a self satisfied smirk.
For his part, Homelander silently steps out of the elevator with eyes fixed on your retreating frame. He doesn’t register Ashley’s yammering as she tries to tell him the good news about a ten point boost. No, Homelander’s mind is too busy contemplating what he will do to you. Little bugs like you can’t get away with taunting gods.
A wide, shark-like grin spreads Homelander's lips now that he has revenge on his mind. He snaps his attention to Ashley, voice sharp as Homelander lifts a finger in her face for silence “Ashley. That woman. Give me her name, now.”
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joelsgreys · 11 months
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pains l a safe haven drabble
Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader
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summary: When Ellie has awful menstrual cramps, you come to the rescue.
warnings/tags: 18+ only, MINORS DNI. talk of menstrual cycles, cramps, our lil baby Ellie is in pain, Joel is kinda useless but we still love him, little fluffy moments here and there. domestic fluff.
word count: 2k
a/n: so this is just a little thing based on this request right here. i love the idea of writing little extra blurbs and drabbles for this universe now that i am further into the series. i hope you like this anon, and thank you for being patient with my slow snail ass! *this takes place somewhere between the events of chapters five and chapter six
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—fucking motherfucker!!”
Ellie loudly gasps out the string of profanities, clutching at her stomach as she doubles over in what you can only imagine has to be a world of pain. She steadies herself by planting one of her tiny hands firmly on Stella’s rotund side, her facial features twisted in complete and utter agony. She sucks in a sharp deep breath, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as she leaned up against the pregnant mare for support.
Letting out a small sigh, you set your clipboard down and walk around Stella and over to Ellie’s side. “Alright, that’s it,” you say, placing a gentle hand on her lower back. “You’re going home right now, missy. Do you understand me?”
“I’m fucking fine,” the teenager insists through her gritted teeth. “They’re just fucking cramps. It’s not a big deal.”
“Ellie, look at you. You can hardly even stand up straight,” you tell her, the slightest hint of amusement lacing your tone. You give her back a soft, soothing rub, prompting her to exhale the breath she’d been holding. “I’m sorry, but I just can't let you work like this today. They’re clearly hurting you very badly..”
“I’ve never had cramps like this before,” Ellie admits to you. She feelst the sensations in her pelvis subside and draws herself back up to her full height. Her gaze finds yours and she worriedly asks, “Do you think something’s wrong with me?”
You hum. “No, not necessarily. Symptoms of your cycle can differ from month to month. I wouldn’t be too alarmed, not unless you get awful cramps like these each time you get your cycle.” You peer at her in concern. You’d much rather step on a rusty nail barefoot than have to take Ellie to see Luke at the clinic, but if there was something going on, you would have no choice but to take her. “Be honest. Do they hurt you this bad every month?”
“No,” she replies, shaking her head. “Sometimes I don’t even get them at all.”
You let out a small sigh of relief. “Then I think you’re just having a little bad luck this month,” you state, patting her shoulder. “The best thing for you to do is go home, get off your feet and get some rest until they go away.”
Ellie frowns. “How can I even rest when it feels like someone’s fucking twisting my insides in their hands like they’re wringing out a wet mop?”
You can’t help but to chuckle a bit at her oddly specific, yet incredibly accurate analogy. As a woman, you understand just how bad the pain could be and you empathize with her. At least when you’d been her age, you had been in the QZ where you could use your ration cards for a pack of expired Midol. “Listen, I’ll tell you what—I have a few remedies up my sleeve that might help. Go on home and I’ll swing by in an hour once I get everything that I need. Do we have a deal?”
Ellie opens her mouth to protest, but another wave of pain causes her to yelp and double over again. “Alright, alright,” she chokes out. “We’ve got a deal. Just please fucking do something to help make this shit go away!”
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Just like you had promised, an hour later, you find yourself knocking on Ellie and Joel’s front door. You’d made a couple of pit stops along the way, gathering the supplies that you needed into an old, floral printed canvas bag. 
“Peach?” Joel’s eyebrows shoot up in complete surprise when he opens the door and sees you standing there on his front porch in broad daylight. He takes a quick look around and lowers his voice when he speaks again. “Not that I ain’t happy to see you darlin’, but what are you doin’ here?” The corners of his mouth pull down into a frown and a worried look flashes in his eyes as he looks over you, making sure you’re okay. “Somethin’ happen? Is everythin’ alright?”
You smile up at him softly.
You’d just about gotten used to him and his overprotective nature. “I’m fine, Joel,” you assure him. “I’m actually here to see Ellie.”
He grimaces. “She ain’t feelin’ too good—”
“I know.” You hold up the tote bag in your hand. “That’s exactly why I’m here to see her.”
Joel seems to be a bit puzzled, but he steps aside and allows you into the house. As soon as he shuts the door behind you, he catches your wrist and gently pulls you towards him, swiftly stealing a quick little kiss from you. “Hi baby,” he greets in a quiet murmur against your lips. “S’kinda nice gettin’ a little sugar from you durin’ the daytime,” he jokes lightly before he steals another.
You giggle and playfully swat at his chest. “Cut it out, Joel. I’m here because I’m on a very important mission,” you inform him, taking a step backwards. “I sent Ellie home from the stables a little while ago and I told her I’d come by with a couple of things that might help make her feel better. Where is she?”
“She’s in here. Follow me,” Joel beckons to you with his hand as he leads you down the long hallway and into the living room. He gestured with a jut of chin to Ellie, who is sprawled out on the couch on her stomach, her small face buried into one of the cushions. “I took the afternoon off from patrol today. Didn’t want her to be home alone while she’s in so much pain but I’m useless—I don’t know what to do or what I can give her to make it stop hurtin’.”
“You’re not useless Joel—”
“No, he’s right. He’s pretty fucking useless,” Ellie mumbles miserably, her voice muffled by the couch cushion. 
You glance at Joel who tosses her an offended glare. “She doesn’t mean that, you know. She’s just in a lot of pain right now.” You touch his arm and offer him a small, sympathetic smile. “Do you mind if I borrow your kitchen for a few minutes to prepare what I brought?”
“‘Course not. C’mon, the kitchen's right across the way.” Taking advantage of the fact that Ellie’s face is still smushed into the couch, Joel takes your hand in his and starts leading you across the hallway into his kitchen. “What do you need, darlin’?”
“Do you have a tea kettle I can use?”
He shakes his head and drops your hand. “No, I don’t think we have one of those.”
“A normal pot will do, then,” you state, setting your bag down on the counter.
Joel nods and walks up beside you, opening one of the cabinets underneath the kitchen sink. He pulls out a dark blue pot and hands it to you. He watches as you fill it up with tap water from the kitchen faucet before carrying it over to the gas powered stove. After switching the stove on and getting a flame going, you set the pot down on top of it so the water could begin to warm up. You then reach into your bag and pull out a small plastic ziploc bag filled with loose tea leaves, dumping a few of them into the water before sealing the bag back up and setting it off to the side.
“What’s that?” he questions, curiously. 
“Raspberry leaf tea. It’s good for a lot of things, but it does wonders for menstrual cramps,” you explain briefly. You dig into your bag once more and pull out the handmade heating pad that you’d sewn together yourself a while back. Noticing that Joel’s standing right next to the old microwave on the opposite end of the counter, you toss it over in his direction, quickly warning him, “Joel, think fast.” 
He swiftly catches it in one of his hands. “The hell is this fuckin’ thing?”
You toss him a playful eye roll. “That’s a heating pad.”
Joel squeezes it between his fingers, making a face. “What’s in it?”
“Rice, flaxseed, and some lavender as well. It’ll help soothe her. Pop it into the microwave for a couple of minutes.”
He nods, doing as you’d instructed. “If you say so, peach.”
While the heating pad is warming up, you notice the water beginning to boil in the pot and start looking through his cabinets until you find a mug. You set it down and switch off the stove, asking him, “Do you have a hand strainer by any chance?”
“Yeah, think there’s one in that drawer right beside you.”
As you go about finishing preparing the tea, you feel Joel’s dark brown eyes glued to your back. Glancing over your shoulder, you meet his curious gaze and raise a questioning eyebrow at him. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothin’,” he replies, innocently. “Just can’t believe you’re doin’ all this for her.”
You laugh a little. “Of course—why wouldn’t I do this for Ellie?”
Joel says nothing. He can only smile at you.
“Okay,” you say as you finish pouring the tea through the strainer. You set the pot side and pick up the ceramic mug. “Grab the heating pad. Let’s go make little miss grumpy pants feel better.”
He chuckles and does as he is told, grabbing the heating pad out of the microwave before following you out of the kitchen and back into the living room.
“Okay, Ellie. I need you to sit up,” you announced, walking over to the couch. 
She groans dramatically but obeys. “I swear, if you making this fucking stop, I will never in my life complain about mucking out stalls ever again.”
“Here.” You hold out the mug to her. “You’re going to drink this.”
Ellie makes a disgusted face. “Ugh. I fucking hate tea.”
You pin her with a stern look. “What do you hate more—tea or pain?”
“Fine. Give it here,” she grumbles, carefully taking the tea in her hands. She blows on it for a minute to cool it down, then takes a couple of reluctant sips. She lets out a little disgusted noise, but says nothing about it.
As she leans back against the couch, you take the heating pad from Joel’s hands and place it over her pelvis. 
Ellie groans out in relief. “Fuck, that feels incredible.”
You glance over at Joel, raising an eyebrow. “Eh? What did I tell you?”
“You’re amazin’,” he grins. 
“You’re amazing,” Ellie mimics, teasing him with a smirk.
Joel’s smile fades. “Well, that tells me she’s feelin’ better already,” he grumbles, shaking his head. 
You watch as she forces herself to drink the rest of her tea. Once she’ss finished, you take the empty mug from her in one of your hands.
“Oh. I have one more thing that might help.” You reach into the breast pocket of your white blouse and produce a tiny, square shaped object wrapped in foil. “I know it always makes Dina feel better when she’s having a rough time with her monthly bill.”
Ellie unwraps it, her eyes going wide. “No way! Is this chocolate?” She eagerly bites into the corner of the piece, moaning. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
You pat her thigh. “Lay down and keep that heating pad on you. You’ll start to feel better in no time.”
“I already do,” she says, shooting you a grateful look. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, kid.” You smile and stand up, walking into the kitchen with the empty mug in hand.
Joel follows suit.
Setting the dish down into the sink, you gasp when you feel his arms wrap around you from behind. “Joel, Ellie is—”
“She ain’t gonna see,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against your neck. 
You turn around in his arms.
“Thank you,” he says sincerely, his eyes meeting yours. “For takin’ such good care of her. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”
Grinning, you tilt your head up for a kiss. 
You don’t know what you’d do without them either. 
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devildomresidentt · 1 month
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Random Obey Me! Rant 1
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I feel like Lucifer has those highly destructive sneezes
Like it could be dead quiet and Lucifer would pull out a mortifying sneeze that sounds like a literal gunshot…
It’s gotten to the point where the others aren’t even phased by it anymore, yet MC always flinches or has a STRONG visible look of disgust on their face whenever he does it and he’s always like, “What?” once you pull the dirty look or flinch due to the sudden noise
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silverhallow · 1 year
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Weather the storm
For: @faye-tale @broooookiecrisp @thebabblingbrookenook @colettebronte @eleanor-bradstreet @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @bridgertontess
Warnings: angsty, mentions childbirth, c sections and births going wrong…
Word count: 423 words (oh look I managed a Drabble)
Not today
Not now…
Not when he was so close to having everything he had ever wanted in his life.
The screams would haunt him forever. He was sure of it. Hearing Sophie’s tortured screams through the house before the ambulance arrived.
The looks on his three tiny son’s faces as Charlie asked “is mama going to die”
God, how do you tell your son you’ve no idea…
Their daughter was breech, the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck and Sophie was bleeding…
Heavily.
Little Violet… their little girl had been delivered through C-Section and was whipped off to intensive care before he even had a chance to look down at her as he watched the last remnants of colour drain from Sophie’s face and the sound of the flatline coming from the heart monitors.
He was pushed out of the room, told to wait in the waiting room as they wheeled his wife to theatre for emergency surgery.
He’d barely registered anything over the roaring in his ears, the screaming pain in his heart.
Was he going to lose them both?.
He called his mother. The only person he knew who would understand.
No sense came out, just tears…
And he knew he had to get out.
Away from the clawing smell of cleanliness, away from the fluorescent lights and the beeping monitors…
It was raining…
Typical.
The weather matched his mood, dull dreary and downright torrential.
It was all he could feel.
Cold. Numb
Coldness in his heart and mind.
Coldness In His fingers and body as the rain hammered down around him.
Take me instead he whispered to the night, let them live. I can’t do this without her
Sophie was his world. His anchor, his everything.
His tears fell as the rain surely fell, mixing together in the April night air.
“Ben…” came, the voice of his mother, standing with an Umbrella. “You can’t stand out here, your girls need you to be strong, to weather the storm for them”
Violet, the name he had chosen for his daughter, the woman who had been so strong she’d taken on the role of mother and father, the woman who raised him, loved him and taught him how to love.
“Mama” he gasped as he collapsed into his mothers arms and was brought back inside, soaking wet and broken to wait for news…
It was the worst storm the country had seen in 25 years… and the worst night of Benedict’s life…
Which would break first… the storm or his heart…?
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escapenightmare · 1 year
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sick bf bakugou, cursing, lowkey a crackfic n word vomit, written at 4am.
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bakugou was extremely stubborn.
when you officially started your relationship, you found out that it was a really annoying trait he had, one that sometimes had your hands itching to aggressively shake him by the shoulders until he shut the fuck up and did what you asked him to.
bakugou was stubborn as hell even when he was painfully sick. a blanket wrapped around him and over his messy and fluffy bedhead as he sat up in your shared bed, looking at you with a sharp frown and disgust even though he looked absolutely adorable in that tired and just woke up state.
"drink the damn soup already," you urge for the fifteenth time in the past twenty minutes, crossing your arms across your chest and looking at him, standing by the edge of the bed.
he looked like he was having a staring contest with the soup bowl you had kept in front of him. he glared at it for a few seconds before looking back at you, eyes narrowing into slits as he basically spat. "no. don't tell me what to do, idiot."
"why not?" you narrowed your eyes back at him, choosing to ignore all his words except for the first one. "you literally manhandle me and shove soup down my throat when i'm sick but you don't want to drink it? and you drink soup every other day so why not now when you actually need it?"
he rolled his eyes and seemed to sink a little into the huge blanket. you don't know which question he answered when he says, "that's different."
you just accept it as an answer to your first question.
"how?" you question, moving closer to him and the bed to fix his big, soft pillows and heavy blanket. "do you want me to manhandle you and force you to drink it?"
"fucking try it and i'll stop making you food for two weeks." he hisses like a cat when you shrug, and he glares when your next move is to move the soup bowl a little closer to him. he shoots you a don't you fucking dare look before speaking again. "it's different 'cause you're the one that was sick, not me."
"well," you wreck your brain for any ideas to make him drink the soup. "i'm not talking to you until all the soup in this bowl is gone." you nod after saying it as if to confirm your own words and he gapes at you, scoffing.
"okay, fine," he grits out after a moment of silence. you begin to smile when he finishes his sentence, "don't talk to me, dumbass."
the smile wipes clean off your face and you glare at him once more, but you don't back out. "fine."
you wordlessly sit on the chair in the bedroom and scroll through your phone, feeling bakugou's gaze burn into the side of your head. too bad for him, he was told not to use his phone since he was sick so all he had for entertainment was the dust particles dancing around the air that he could see from the sunlight streaming in through the opened window.
the silence continues for a few minutes before the rustling and ruffling of sheets told you that bakugou was slowly getting out of the bed. you don't bother turning to look at him, hellbent on completing your self given mission of ignoring him until he drank the soup and emptied the bowl.
bakugou doesn't come to you, instead, he just walks out of the room and heads to the bathroom. you hear him harshly slamming the door shut behind him, making you wince as the sound echoed.
he comes back a few minutes later and you quickly look away the moment he enters the room, going back to your phone and doing whatever.
you start to hear the clinking of metal meeting glass and hide your grin when you realize bakugou was actually drinking the soup, the stubborn bastard. who knew he couldn't stay twenty minutes without talking to you?
seconds later, you hear his heavy footsteps on the carpet come closer and closer towards you until the empty soup bowl is shoved in front of your face. you move back and look up to see bakugou's cocky and quite wolfish looking grin.
"i won your stupid game, idiot." he smugly tells you, setting the bowl and spoon down on the table in front of you, smirking in triumph.
"how the hell does your game logic work?" you shake your head but still wrap your arms around his midsection, closely hugging his stomach and patting him on the back with a smile. "good job, kats."
bakugou pats your head a few times with the smug look still on his face, pleased with himself, coughing and sniffling a little due to his cold.
in no time, you have him under the blankets again (—only because he wanted to and was tired, definitely not because you told him to.) but he forces you to join him as well, telling you that, "i don't give a shit about you getting sick 'cause of me. i'll have to take care of your dumb fuck ass anyways."
"fine, fine," you cave, going under the blanket yourself and keeping your back to him. even though what he said was true, you didn't want to get sick and face the pain of bakugou's nagging and overbearing motherliness.
you could literally hear his voice in your head, forcing you to drink the bitter medicine and syrups and eat the healthy food that was supposed to make you feel better but definitely didn't.
"your soup tasted like shit by the way," he tells you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head while you get comfortable and drift off to sleep with his arms securely wrapped around you.
but he had no clue what the soup actually tasted like.
and you didn't need to know that he had flushed it down the toilet.
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creamyychann · 2 years
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Hey can u make a ran haitani x f! Sibling x rindo haitani. After naive little Y/n comes back home after her dance class complaining about her cramps due to dancing, her 2 older brothers couldn't hold back and give her a nice "massage" to help her feel better.
Incest/step-cest
HAITANI BROTHERSSS 😩
Massage... Wanna know smth? This request reminds me of an audio abt a guy asking for a massage service from the listener but then the listener end up having sex? Pleasure him? Idk I forgor & the guy is also like those innocent, cute guy, SO, I'm taking an inspiration from that 🤩
Also, I really like their original hairstyle (not bonten ///sorry) so, this taken at Kanto Manji Era.
Ran (21)
Rindou (20)
Reader (19)
Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, Dub-con, Threesome, Double penetration 1 hole, Naive reader.
MINORS DNI
Don't like it? DON'T READ IT!
You've been warned.
Read at your own risk.
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The Front door could be heard opening, the 3 brothers rushed quickly to meet their sweet, darling sister. "Welcome home Y/N! " they both greet, but then they notice your appearance. Limping, holding your back & hip, not to mention the pained expression displaying on your face.
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"Ahh.. Hi nii-chan! " you greet back after struggling holding up yourself. "Y/N, are you ok? Want me to carry? " Ran spoke as he carefully hugs you in worry. "Uhh,, I didn't stretch good enough today & I ended up with muscle cramps, haha" you explain trying to ease out the pain "Here here let your big brothers handle you Y/N" Rindou gently lift you up & carry you to their bedroom.
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You sat on the bed then arch your back, making out a satisfying crack. "Y/N, you really seem in a lot of pain, do you want your big brothers to give you some nice, relaxing massage? " Ran spoke as he wrap his arm on your shoulder while staring at you longingly with his classic smile. "Yeah, that would be great isn't it? Besides, you've worked really hard" Rindou kneel down to match your vision, his usual scowling expression now replaced with a gentle expression that only you & Ran ever seen him like this.
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"Sure, I think that'll be a great idea" you agreed with a warm smile.
Ran & Rindou smirked at this
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You're completely naked. Your breasts squeezed onto the bed while your bottoms are covered with a blanket, though Ran was against covering it but the room has an AC in it so you don't want to freeze. Besides you Rindou watch your glistening back so intensely while Ran pour oil massage onto his hand. You shivers as Ran's warm oily hands touches your back. Your face flushed red as Ran sensually massage you.
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You shriek when you feel another 2 hands rubs & massage your legs. "It's tense here, you really overworked yourself" you heard Rindou spoke, feeling his large rough fingers dipping onto your soft thighs. You moan at the relief when Ran hit the spot. You didn't realize the effect you cause from that moan you let out.
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As they continues to massage you, Rindou trail his hand up & up till it reach your upper thighs, just below your buttocks. Meanwhile, you're slowly drifting off over how relaxing it is, not aware the real intention they have. Hands slowly come up your ass & then grip it. You let out a moan when Rindou did that, while at the same time, Ran trails his hand to the side of your breasts & slowly gets under it.
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"Hey, Y/N, do you want a 'special massage' session? ~" you hear Ran whisper to you while he slowly massaging your breasts. "H-hm? What kind of special massage? " Feeling arousal start to build up as Rindou slowly massaging & groping your ass. "You'll see~ ♡" He whisper again & finally pulls away from you.
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You feel the blanket covering your ass get taken off but you didn't think much of it. You could hear sounds off clothes moving or cluttering then a sound of falling clothes. The sudden change of atmosphere crowding the room as you half sleepingly lay on the bed. The bed dip as you feel something hard rubbing against your ass.
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"Hmmm? Nii-chan? What's that? " You ask trying to see behind you "oh, it's part of the special massage! You'll love it! ♡" Ran soothe you as he spread your ass not before giving it a firm grip. "Go on Rindou~ Don't keep your baby sister waiting~" Rindou tch-ed at his brother exclamation but do as he told. "Be ready Y/N, it'll hurt at first" Rindou said as he plunge his dick into your pussy.
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Your eyes widen & whines at the sudden feeling. "Ah! ~ what's this! ~" "Relax baby~ it's part of the special massage~ we promise it'll feel like heaven~" Ran strokee your hair as you moan, clenching around Rin's dick as he let you adjust his length. A few minutes later, Rin start to move.
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"How does it feels baby sister? ~ it feels good right? ~" Ran whisper, gliding his hand on your buttocks, watching it bounce every time Rindou thrust. "I-it feels good! " you continue to moan as your arms change position into gripping the bed sheets.
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Rindou suddenly stopped along with Ran pulling away from you. You look back in confusion, seeing your big brothers eyeing each other. "Baby, do you think you can take the 2 of us? " Ran slowly pumping his semi hard dick whilst looking intently at you. "I-i think so? " you answer, not really getting what he meant. Your answer makes both brothers smirk & ready to pounce
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A hand hold down onto someone chest to avoid falling down while the other wrapped around someone's neck to sloppily makes out with him. Your mind filled with nothing but pleasure. Feeling their 2 dicks in one hole feels so painful yet so good. Their thrust is not slowing down at any moment, knowing how much heavenly noises coming from your mouth if they keep doing this. Pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connects your tongue as you & Rindou looks intensely at each other.
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Feeling left out, Ran pouts & give you a hard thrust making you yelp. He pulls you onto him, crashing both lips on each other. You wrap your arms around his neck as you continues to moan at their never slowing thrust.
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They're getting close, so are you, but you can't hold it any longer. You squeezed your walls so tight at your orgasms, not forgetting to moan so loudly onto Ran's mouth. The sudden tightness triggers their own orgasm resulting with them happily filling you up with cum.
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You 3 pants as you 3 lay on top each other. Feeling so drained & tired, you slowly drift to sleep. "Nii-chan... " you barely let out whisper, but it still get caught by Ran & Rindou's ears "yes Y/N? " Rindou response between heavy breaths "thank you... Can we do it again sometimes? " you ask slowly closing your eyes, & drift off to your dream land. Ran & Rindou smirks devilishly, as Ran strokes your hair, Rindou answer your questions.
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"We'll happily do that Y/N ♡"
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I SWEAR, I THINK SOMEONE CURSE ME, I FRACTURED MY KNEE, THEN MY LEFT SHOULDER IS SPRAINED, NOW MY PEN TABLET IS LOST WTFFFF.
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vrachis · 9 months
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Bro. Kafka is bugging me man. I wanna…i wanna do stuff to her. Like break her mind down. Make her my slave? A cumslut? Just keeping her legs open apart for me so i can just treat her like a breeding bitch? Ughhh idk i need help🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️
ash you’re actually fucking insatiable my guy… but like be fr right now, who doesn’t want that happen to her?
like i can just visualize her with hair disheveled, eyes filled with tears and makeup messed and smudged, sobbing ever so loudly as you cum in her for the nth time. she feels so full of your cum and she’s afraid her womb might explode because of the excessive amount. will be the type to go “ough, please stop!” , “t-too much!” but deep down she needs more and more in the end. she’s never satisfied until she bears more of you <3.
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crimsonbubble · 2 months
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DOMINANT XAVIER i crave him
cw. nsfw, gn!reader, overstimulation, vague oral, praise *not proofread, just pure horny
[YIPPEE FIRST LADS FIC 🎉🎉]
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NEEDY DOM XAVIER
Needy dom Xavier who can't stop himself from craving you
Needy dom Xavier who loves nothing more than to bury his head between your thighs
Needy dom Xavier who can't and wont stop kissing you
Needy dom Xavier who chases your lips after you pull away
Needy dom Xavier who always wants to be touching you
Needy dom Xavier who nearly cums once he's buried inside you
Needy dom Xavier who continues to push through his orgasm and yours
Needy dom Xavier who loves how you cling to him as the pleasure build and releases over and over
Needy dom Xavier who finds it too easy to move your body to his will
Needy dom Xavier who pins your hips down so he can drill into you
Needy dom Xavier who blurts out constant praises as he fucks you
Needy dom Xavier who praises you aggressively bc he loves you so much
Needy dom Xavier who can't stay away from you
Needy dom Xavier who craves your touch all the time
Needy dom Xavier who cant help but whine for you;
"Please let me touch you, baby."
"So fucking good for me, angel."
"Keep going, just like that."
"You're so fucking pretty."
"One more, just one more for me, yea?"
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