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raitonsfw · 3 months

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thinking about fushiguro toji...

and him completely failing to calm down crying baby megumi.

he’d look at you with a bit of a desperate look as he held the small child over the crib, who was currently wailing at the top of his little lungs. and of course, you’d help the poor man because he had no fucking idea what he was doing.

“why’s he crying huh? did i do something wrong?” he’d ask you, plopping megumi into your outstretched arms, his tiny fingers wrapping around yours with a quiet sob. and you figure it out immediately, his other hand practically being gnawed on– he was hungry.

but how would toji know that– he's not a mother. hell, he’s barely a father. he couldn’t tell his left foot from his right, let alone figure out a baby’s needs; whether it be a bottle or a nappy change. and you were thinking of having a kid with him once megs was older? yeah, that was going to be an ordeal alright.

and when you did get pregnant, barely half a year later– he was freaking the fuck out. his mind raced, he wasn’t ready for this; as megumi climbed onto his lap to play with a race car toy.

“you think the baby’ll hate me like megs…” he’d question as his large hands held your bump while you lounged on the sofa, the tv blaring with some type of sport. his eyes would peer up towards yours as his thumbs swiped over your waist, anxiousness overtaking his expression. “…i mean, he couldn’t even give me the damn satisfaction of his first word.”

and of course he’d still be pressed about cat being baby megumi’s first word, the poor bastard… you’d chuckle at the thought – at the pout that toji gave you – and you’d reach down to assure him that the baby would love his father. and he’d huff against your belly, giving it a defeated kiss before the baby monitor sounded next to you two.

“megumi’s up... your turn, y/n.”

a/n: no smut this time, next time mayhaps. i really just needed to get this outta my system.

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evie-sturns · 17 days

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toddler - Matt Sturniolo

summary: having 2 toddlers isn't the easiest, espically when you're currently pissed at your husband matt after an argument. one night you get pushed to the point of a breakdown when the kids won't behave and matt's there to help you.

contains: dad!matt, fluff, slightly suggestive , crying, slight mental breakdown, comforting, angst?

a/n: this was loosely based off of how daddy matt was in today's vid.

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7:38pm

matt and i had an argument last night leaving me in tears, he’s been in his bedroom this whole day leaving me to deal with our two twins which are both 3 and a half.

i attempt to cook up something that somewhat resembles a dinner for our girls but the only thing occupying my mind is the events of what happened last night.

yesterday

“why is this house always so fucking messy!” matt’s voice booms throughout the living room as he abruptly stands up

“shit, i don’t know maybe because you got me pregnant at 18 and i’m the only one who does anything for the kids our this house!” i raise my voice back at him

matt lets out a shocked laugh “sorry that some people have fucking jobs and don’t lay on their ass with the kids all day and call it tiring?”

“lay on my ass? i clean, i cook, i take the girls to daycare and i bring them home, i do everything”

“if everything includes not having a fucking job and using up my money that i earn then sure, you do a whole lot” matt says with a slight attitude.

“all you fucking do is act like you have it hard when you don’t! get a fucking grip” he yells

the whole room goes silent, i erupt into tears and walk out of the room to our spare bedroom

“and always fucking crying.” i hear him scoff, only making my state worse.

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my thoughts are cut off by a wail coming from behind me, my head spins back to see millie with a fistful of claire’s hair, yanking.

i instantly drop the wooden spoon into the pot before speed walking towards the twins

“stop it!” i yell, grabbing millie from under her arms and staring into her eyes angrily “go find daddy, not acceptable millie.” i raise my voice, placing her down.

she folds her arms with a huff, stomping her little legs down the corridor to matt and i’s shared room.

“you’re okay claire” i coo, fixing her pigtail which sits on the very top of her head

i pick her up and place her down on the couch with one of her stuffed animals before making my way back towards the kitchen.

i turn down the heat on the stovetop slightly with an exhausted sigh

suddenly i hear small giggles coming from behind me followed by the backs of my knees being pushed

“fuck!” i yell, stumbling over and grabbing the handle to the pot, spilling boiling spaghetti onto the floor, also splashing up onto my sweater.

millie goes silent before sprinting in the other direction with claire

as of things couldn’t get any worse right now i hear matt’s voice start something

“what are you actually fucking doin-“ he cuts himself off when he sees the state i’m in

i burst into sobs, matt looks down at me with concern painted across his face

“hey- shh sh you’re okay, you’re okay.” he says frantically, walking over to me and kneeling on the floor

“matt i can’t do this the kids aren’t behaving and i can’t fucking make them something they’ll like-“ i start, saying in between shaking breaths

he carefully picks me up from under my arms before switching his grip to the back of my thighs, i bury my face into his shoulders and feel matt take in panicked breaths

he speed walks us down into our bedroom at the end of the corridor, “are you hurt sweetheart?” he says, placing me down on the bed and peeling my sweatshirt off of me

“did the hot water soak through? shit.” matt says trying to stay calm.

“no-“ i sniff, rubbing my eyes. matt yanks his sweatshirt off his body and lays it across me like a blanket.

“stay right here okay? i’m gonna sort the kids out then put them to bed, then i’ll come back to talk, try get some sleep for me gorgeous.”

matt presses a kiss to my nose before rushing out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

i have a clear view of kitchen from where i’m laying so i see matt walk into the kitchen before kneeling down

“c’mere.” he demands, sticking out his arms. millie and claire toddle over to him with a guilty expression across their face.

“tell me what’s happened.” matt says sternly, maintaining eye contact with both of them.

millie bursts into tears almost immediately as she looks at matt

matt runs his hand up and down her arm as he waits for a response

“we- we pushed mommy and she fell and spilt hot water on her and hurt her” she sniffs

“a-and.. and you’re mad at me” she continues.

“do i look mad sweetheart?” matt says softly, claire shrugs along with millie

“i’m really really sad that you weren’t behaving for mommy, and i know you know better than that right?” matt speaks

millie nods, wiping her nose with the backs of her hand

“and now i’m gonna ask you to go clean up the spill with claire and then we’re gonna go say sorry to mom okay?” he says gently, pressing two kisses to the girls forehead

they nod in unison before going into the kitchen, matt hands them the paper towels and they instantly drop down to there knees and attempt to clean the mess.

matt watches while biting his nails “why do you think you made mommy cry though?” he says, claire looks up at him with a heaped pile of paper towels in her hands

“because we were naughty.” claire sighs, matt nods while gathering the piles of drenched paper towels and throwing them away.

“what i’m ‘gonna ask you to do is sit down at the kitchen table and think about how you will say sorry to mommy tomorrow while i make you dinner okay girls?”

claire and millie run over to the dining table, more than hungry and tired now.

matt sorts through the pantry before settling on mac and cheese which i wasn’t even sure we had.

after a good 10 minutes matt brings over the two small bowls to the twins, who have been silent ever since they sat down.

“you have to eat all of this okay?” matt says while placing the bowls down. claire and millie nod

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8:56pm

matt finishes up the last dishes in the sink before walking over to the girls “you alright?” he asks softy before picking both of them up, one in each arm.

matt walks down the corridor, flashing me a quick smile as both the girls bury their head in his shoulders.

“they’re very tired” he mouths to me with a small laugh while walking into their shared bedroom.

i hear the door shut followed by matt walking into our bedroom. “you feeing better gorgeous?” he asks calmly as he flops down in bed beside me.

“thank you for doing that.” i sigh, rubbing my eyes with my palms.

“don’t thank me? i’m their dad and i realise that after yesterday’s.. argument that you’re right and i do need to start caring more.” matt looks over at me.

“you don’t have to just say that” i whisper

“i’m not just saying that, i actually mean it.” matt responds with an unreadable expression

“the shit you said last night..” i start, my voice wobbling “i’m gonna find it hard to forget, because i know that in that moment you meant it.”

matt goes silent,

“and i know that you’re busy but i try, so hard to make you and the girls happy, meaning that i don’t have free time to work because everything i do is for you?” i keep going, several tears now rolling down my cheeks

“so you saying that you should help our more around the house and pretending like everything’s perfect between us isn’t gonna fix shit.”

i physically can’t keep speaking unless i want to start sobbing so i stop, taking in a shaky breath.

matt doesn’t say anything back, instead sitting up and grabbing me and pulling me into a deathly tight hug.

the few tears that fell dampen the shoulder of his shirt as he rubs my back.

“i don’t even know how to apologise.” matt says, his voice trembling.

“please- don’t cry.” he whispers, “i’m just really tired” i squeeze out

“i know i’ve been a shit.. person for the past year or so and trust me, you and the girls are on my mind every single minute of every day and- and there’s no excuse for what i said yesterday except for the fact i wasn’t thinking straight.”

matt rambles

“i shouldn’t have yelled, or said anything. i know, i know you have it way harder than me, and i’m not just saying that it’s true.”

“you don’t have to forgive me at all today, tomorrow or in general for this but i love you and i’m so sorry.”

matt finishes by pulling away to look at my face, which he cups in both his hands.

“thank you.” is the only thing i reply with, somewhat shocked by that 2 minute long tangent.

matt lays back down on the matress, pulling me towards him. i lay my head down on his chest with a deep breath in, instantly falling asleep

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9:56am the next day

the morning sun burns into the side of my face as i roll over in bed,

my eyebrows knit together when i realise matt’s not next to me like normal.

i sit up in bed, wiping my eyes as i attempt to run my fingers through my tangled hair.

i stumble out of bed towards the door of our bedroom, gripping the handle lazily and swinging it open.

the whole house is perfectly clean “what the fuck..” i mumble to myself as i walk into the living room where my eyes lay on my favourite sight

my 3 favourite people, matt claire and millie are sat on the sofa, matt’s in the middle and the girls are cuddled up to his side while matt holds open a picture book which he stops reading when i walk in.

“good morning pretty” matt smiles stupidly, i grow a small smile on my face.

“i think that someone has something to say to mom?” matt says, looking down at each of the girls.

they run up to me and wrap their arms around each of my legs “were really sorry” claire says, i bend down to their height and give them a smile

millie follows up with a “and i’m sorry for hurting you a- and i love you a lot!” she says with a cute smile.

“it’s okay sweetheart, i love you.” i grin, wrapping my arms around them before standing back up.

“and i’m gonna make it up to you tonight” matt says quietly while walking over to me

“matthew bernard! you horny mother fucker” i whisper.

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edenesth · 3 months

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[7:29 PM]

Stumbling into the shared apartment with Yeosang, you swiftly covered your mouth to suppress any whimpers upon seeing your boyfriend peacefully napping on the living room couch.

After carefully placing your heels by the shoe rack, you quietly tip-toed past his slumbering figure and slipped into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you with utmost care to ensure he wasn't disturbed from his much-needed rest.

It was only upon reaching the sanctuary of your room that you collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down your face as you cradled your injured arm close. It had been a horrible day, marked by a minor accident at work amidst ongoing tensions with your boss and difficult encounters with customers. Throughout the day, you struggled to keep yourself together, merely waiting for this moment to release all pent-up emotions.

As you sobbed into your pillows, the door to the room creaked open, causing you to panic. Swiftly wiping away your tears, you sat up, trying to compose yourself.

"Darling, you're back already? Why didn't you come say hi to me first, hm? I've been waiting," Yeosang's voice greeted you as he entered the cosy space, "You know you could've just woken me up..."

His words trailed off as he noticed your bandaged arm and tear-stained cheeks, "I-I'm sorry, Yeo, it's just—" You couldn't stop the sobs escaping your lips at the sight of his concerned expression, cursing yourself internally for being such a crybaby.

Hearing your anguished cries, his heart clenched, and he swiftly moved to join you on the bed. He pulled you close, showering your head with tender kisses, "Hey, hey, it's okay. What happened to your arm? Are you alright? Please, talk to me, darling."

Your sobs only grew stronger in response to his care. Nestling your head against his neck, you stuttered out, "One of my c-colleagues didn't see me approaching and accidentally s-swung her envelope opener toward me. I tried to shield myself with my arm, and that's how..." You gestured to your injured arm, feeling miserable.

"I'm so sorry, darling. Why didn't you tell me? I could have picked you up from work if I had known you were hurt. And don't try to hide it from me; I know that can't be the only reason you're upset." He whispered, his lips gently pressing against your temple as he offered a comforting squeeze, careful not to worsen the pain in your arm.

The following words that left your lips broke his heart, "I d-didn't want to burden you with something so trivial, Yeo. You're already s-so busy; my work troubles must seem insignificant compared to yours."

Drawing back a bit, he cupped your face, meeting your tear-filled gaze, "What did I tell you about thinking like that? Your problems, no matter how minor you think they are, bother me if they bother you. I never want you to keep things from me again, understand? Promise me you'll always come to me first, no matter what."

He couldn't help but chuckle when your only response to that was an adorable wail, finding your vulnerability endearing as you nuzzled your face against his shoulder once more, "Y-you're the best boyfriend ever, Yeo. I l-love you so much."

Placing a gentle kiss against your hair, he grinned softly, "I love you too, darling. More than you can imagine. Now, I want you to tell me every single thing that happened at your workplace today. I'm not usually one for aggression, but I won't hesitate to deal with anyone who dared make you cry."

With a light giggle, you pulled away slightly, "Oh, you wouldn't, you little Maltese."

You squealed as he playfully tackled you onto the bed, glad to see you lightening up and teasing again as he leaned in for a firm kiss.

"A Maltese, huh? I'll show you a Doberman."

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This was super self-indulgent. I had a horrible day and ended up getting hurt in a rather similar fashion yesterday. Also wanted to show Yeosang some love after all the hate he's received for his role in my current Seonghwa series HAHA

Speaking of which, part 14 of The Way to His Heart should be out by this weekend! Hang in there, my lovelies! As always, thanks for reading and lmk your thoughts! <3

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crushmeeren · 5 months

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Eijirou is the best daddy to your little boy. As such, he deserves a little bit of break every now and then. After all, he’d taken the past few days off from grueling hero work to deal with an entirely different type of beast. A three year old who still acts as if he’s in his terrible two’s era.

If you’re being honest , you’d been a bit overwhelmed lately with the little boy—who’d just manifested his own quirk, much to your chagrin. Similar to his daddy’s, with a twisted version of yours thrown in.

Not to mention inheriting Eijirou’s shark teeth. So here you have a three year old boy with a mouth full of razors, who can manipulate shadows. Force them to harden and take shape as 3D figures & partially harden his skin. A recipe for a migraine.

It’s getting close to evening when Eijirou slips off his headset, ruffling his fingers through his loose, soft hair to try and tame it—useless, he knows. He had only taken 30 minutes to play a short game with Bakugou in the peaceful sanctity of your bedroom before telling the blonde he had to go.

Logging off quickly when his best friend started to curse about Eijirou kicking his ass. The red headed man is laughing to himself when he hears a loud crash from the kitchen, making him jump. Followed by a sharp gasp escaping you. So much for peace & quiet.

“Mikoto! No sir, absolutely not, you do not treat things with disrespect just because you don’t get what you want,” you scold, voice laced with irritation. Eijirou is already rounding the corner to the kitchen by the time you finish speaking.

“No mama! I want juice!” Mikoto yells, edging on hysterical. Eijirou takes in the scene. A doll with its head ripped off is scattered on the ground. As well as a small, somewhat humanoid shaped shadow holding Mikoto’s sippy cup. Eijirou’s eyebrows raise to his hairline as he watches the shadow hurl the cup to the floor. Top exploding, water splashing everywhere.

“Mikoto,” Eijirou rumbles, stopping your son dead in his tracks. A look of relief crosses over your face as you make brief eye contact with Eijirou as your little boy spins around.

“Daddy, Mama’s being mean, she won’t give me juice,” Mikoto whines, tears welling up in his sharp red eyes, curling his little hands into fists. His nose is scrunched in anger—it would be cute if he wasn’t being a holy terror. Eijirou sighs through his nose softly, bending down to match your son’s eye level.

“Miko, Mama isn’t doing it to be mean, she’s doing what’s best for you—and that includes drinking water. You know you’re not supposed to treat your Mama or your things badly right?” Eijirou asks, voice gentle but firm.

He settles a large hand on Mikoto’s shoulder, squeezing in a comforting gesture. Mikoto lets his shadow figures melt away, looking guilty.

“Right,” Mikoto sulks, hesitantly looking at Eijirou through the black hair obscuring part of his face. He sniffles once and rubs his small fists against his eyes, seemingly calming down.

Eijirou hums reassuringly but then Mikoto chooses violence, stomping his foot and raising his chin up. Your eyes widen as you watch the scene unfold from behind.

“Miko-,” You’re cut off by a high pitched wail.

“I want juice Daddy!” Mikoto sobs loudly, tears spilling over his lashes, down his cheeks and wetting his shirt. Eijirou immediately scoops up your son in his arms, standing to his full height.

He catches the exhausted look on your face as he rubs Mikoto’s back soothingly. Who is currently crying so hard into his shoulder you think he might throw up. His little, slightly harden fingers fisting Eijirou’s shirt.

“You can leave the mess, I’ll take care of it and the crab apple here,” He teases. “You should nap my love, I think Mikoto needs one too” Eijirou winces, voice raising in volume so you can hear him over the crying.

“You sure Ei?” You prod gently, chest blossoming with overwhelming love & gratitude for the man before you. Eijirou just nods his head in the direction of the bedroom and you send a withering look his way before giving in.

You mouth I love you at him and he grins radiantly, returning the gesture sweetly—even with a toddler scream crying & blowing out his ear drum.

You waste no time darting past the two of them, letting your fingers trail shortly over both of them as you pass by. The wailing fades to the background as you shut your bedroom door. You can vaguely hear Eijirou whisper sweet, calming words to your son. You stumble to your bed, face planting and burrowing under the covers, passing out almost instantly.

What must be at least a couple hours later, you wake up to a dark room, stretched out on your belly and realizing it must be nighttime by now. You perk up an ear, breathing a sigh of relief at the lack of crying piercing the air. You get up, cracking open the bedroom door as quiet as humanly possibly before padding out to the living room.

Your heart aches pleasantly at the sweet sight you stumble upon. The soft glow from the kitchen night light is bathing the living room, the only other source of light coming from the TV. Eijirou is lying on his back along the couch. One arm folded under his head, the other palm resting protectively over Mikoto’s back.

Both boys are fast asleep, your toddler lounging without a care in the world on Eijirou’s chest, cheek squished cutely. You take it upon yourself to poke around the kitchen, finding no signs of mutilated dolls or small bodies of water.

What you do find, is a hand made card resting on the counter top. A giant, poorly drawn heart on the front. It reads “sorry mama”, on the inside. Your cheeks warm and your eyes sting—drowning in gut wrenching love for your two boys.

Stepping over to the couch you cover them with a soft, fuzzy blanket—bending over to kiss them both quickly on the head. Neither of them stir, dead to the world. Fondly you think to yourself, Eijirou really is the best daddy.

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not-so-mundane-after-all · 1 year

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As someone who never played these games, I don't know the details of the whole winter/David thing besides a few hints I caught online and I am waiting to find out with the episode, but, no matter what happens and how it happens in the game, I really hope we do not only see this hug play out in the show but also the aftermath of it.

I need to see Joel take Ellie to safety - if it's that basement they are currently in or some other place, doesn't matter, just that they are alone and safe. I need to see him stepping back into the role of the caretaker after all the time Ellie spent taking care of him, I want to see him find his footing again, do something that will ground him and help him ease the nerves, tension and fear.

Let him sit her down and start washing the blood off her face and hands, trying to be as soft and gentle and comforting as possible, seeing how distraught she is, but also visibly shaking with that barely contained, feral, protective anger - not at Ellie but at himself, at the people who hurt his little girl like that, at this fucked up universe for letting this all happen.

But most of all, let Ellie finally have a moment where she can just... let it go. Let the dam break. Let her cry and sob and scream, smash things if she needs to, let her cling to Joel's chest and just wail.

About how scared she was all the time, day and night, thinking she's going to lose him. About how hard it was, keeping herself and him alive. How tired she is.

And let Joel hold her close, rock her in his arms and tell her it's alright now, he's here, the worst is over. And even when she shakes her head, still in that caretaker/survival mode, going on about how no, I can't fucking rest, I need to check your wound, see if the stitches still hold after today, maybe I need to change the bandages, fuck where are the bandages? I need to-

He holds her down, makes her look him in the eyes and tells her that it's okay. She doesn't need to worry about it anymore. She did good, she can rest now. He's not going anywhere.

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shroomdreams · 1 month

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cw: doggy style, fingering, multiple orgasms, gn!reader, usage of hole (can be interpreted as either vaginal or anal)

a/n: this is entirely based on that part of the liyue archon quest where zhongli liked the perfume mature women use 💀

thinking about...

...the way zhongli gazes at you from afar while you play with your son. you're currently on your day off, and you decide to spend with your son, gently guiding his hand while he flies a kite. he's never seen a beauty like you around the harbor before, had you moved in recently? either way, he finds himself being drawn to you. how your hair complements your face, how your clothes tastefully hug your figure, how he smells a particular kind of perfume on your person-

ah, he's got to compose himself.

zhongli introduces himself to your family of two- your son immediately perking up in intrigue when zhongli draws near. you brush aside your hair, talking to zhongli as your son narrows his eyes at him. still, he eventually grew to tolerating the older man's presence around you, though he pouted whenever he felt that zhongli was taking up much of your time. though a few snacks and a game of marbles is enough to cheer him up, and eventually zhongli endears himself to your boy.

you on the other hand, can't help the warmth that blossoms in your heart whenever you talk to zhongli. your work as the guzheng player at a quaint teahouse is nothing to write home about, but zhongli finds interest in your career anyway, suggesting some songs you could play. and on days where he visits your workplace, he often takes the table closest to you, drinking his tea are your deft fingers play a song he's known for a very long time.

oh, you know you shouldn't be feeling this type of way to zhongli- you're certain he couldn't ever return your affections, and dating a single parent probably isn't that appealing to him. still, you allow yourself to indulge in the fantasy, daydreaming about zhongli and how he might hold you close...

which is why you're a little shocked when zhongli makes a surprise visit to your home.

zhongli smiles as you sniffle and cry out, his fingers teasing your poor hole with precision. you shakily place your hand on his. "zh- hnnn- zhongli-" you gasp, feeling his digits curl into particular spot that has you seeing stars.

"you're doing so good for me," he whispered, quickening his ministrations and drawing out more moans from you. you're extremely grateful your son is off studying in school right now- "you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do this, my little gem..." he plants kisses on your neck as he continued to thrust his fingers in your hole.

"zhongli, i'm- i'm gonna-" you couldn't finish your sentence, letting out a strained wail as you arched your back, your legs shaking from the orgasm zhongli coaxed out of you. he whispers more praise in your ear, stilling his fingers are you whimper from the sensation, hips bucking upwards when he pulled them out.

"that was marvelous... but surely you could give me one more?"

you squeaked when zhongli flips you on your stomach, ass up in the air. you grip the pillows in embarrassment. it's been so long since you've been put in such a vulnerable position, twitching when you feel something slap against your ass.

"ready?" zhongli kisses your shoulder as he aligns the tip to your entrance. you nod, mumbling your consent. zhongli hums in appreciation as he begins pushing his cock inside.

"o-oh!" you gasp for air, feeling the intrusion rubbing against your walls, quivering as zhongli continues to push inside. you start to cry, feeling so full, feeling him so deep inside as his hips finally meet your ass. the pleasure and burn of feeling zhongli deep inside makes you sob, keening when he grinds against you. "it's so much! i- AH!" a snap of his hips makes you loss your train of thought. "zh-zhongli-"

"mmph-" zhongli growls. "such delicious reactions... do forgive me for being selfish-" he draws his hips back before roughly slamming his length inside, ripping a moan from you as he starts a fast pace. "i promise our next coupling will be more romantic than this one." how can he say such things while your insides are being battered by his dick? you don't even register what he's saying at this point, overwhelmed by the feeling of his rod dragging against your walls, kissing your sensitive spots with precise strokes-

you wail out as you feel another orgasm building inside, pushing your hips against zhongli in attempt to meet his thrusts. "zhongli! zhongli! o-oh- archons, there! ahh~!" zhongli groans out in approval, gripping your hips tight to pull you close, lewd slaps filling your bedroom as his thrusts become needy and rough as your walls milk his cock.

"th-that's it. go on, fall apart, my little gem-" he whispered, reaching over to play with your nipples. the added stimulation causes you to break and cry, crashing against your second orgasm as you sob into the pillows, tightening around zhongli's cock. he snarls, fucking you through your climax until you cry out, filling your hole with his seed.

zhongli huffs, grinding against your ass as you whimper from the slight overstimulation. he pulls out, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches his cum ooze out from your hole. you fully collapse on the bed, breathless and dazed. you're about to fall asleep when your eyes shoot wide open, looking over to see that zhongli's fingers have found themselves back inside. a third orgasm quickly approaches as you wail, sobbing and begging zhongli for mercy until you cum again, legs twitching as he pulls out his fingers. zhongli holds you close as you cry, trying to calm down from the high he's delivered you to.

later on, your son makes a face when he finds you and zhongli in the kitchen, but quickly warms up when he finds that zhongli has made some snacks for you and him to enjoy.

thank goodness he doesn't notice the slight wobble in your legs when you pour him some juice- you still aren't sure how to tell him that you're dating zhongli now. what's certain though, is that zhongli adores you very much. your family of two grows into three.

#shroomie.fic #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #my first smut- please go easy on me!

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arkhammaid · 9 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ ARRANGED LOVE.

fandom. genshin impact

pairings. neuvillette x gn!reader

content warnings. sfw (angst with happy ending), arranged marriage/mating, neuvillette loses his children during the archon war, you're a (wind) dragon, he rejects you for many years because he's grieving, not edited/proofread, written in lowercase

word count. 1k

notes. this is now the third time i'm posting this... tumblr this better show up in tags or else

the archon war has now raged for many years and would continue to do so. something one of the last dragons on teyvat hated. the endless pain and suffering of his subjects wore heavy on his heart and soul— but he truly broke when one of his enemies slaughtered his children, the last of his.

his wailing summoned the worst storm that teyvat has ever seen. his cries for his hatchlings, the last of his kin darkened the sky and the thunder resonates with his sobs. the seas were restless, waves crashing against cliffs and swallowing weak land.

he continued to cry for his children for many days, cursing celestia deep beneath the surface and wishing all his enemies would die a painful death. he wished for them to suffer, he wished to take everything from them just as they took everything from him.

his children had been protected by his realm and they still died too young. he had been foolish to hope no one would touch his domain, the place where he was king. he had been foolish to hope— foolish to think his power as one of the last dragons, the last hydro one, was grand enough to fend his enemies off.

his foolishness cost his future, the future of his seas, his waters.

and the storm raged on, flooding the flat lands and raising small creeks to violent streams. the hydro dragon had been angered and now everyone suffered the consequences.

meanwhile, the dark clouds grew and reached other regions and nations, slowly but surely completely taking over, other gods and mystical beings grew concerned. well, as concerned as they could be, while they slaughtered each other for the seven thrones.

one of them was rex lapis, a kin to the mourning dragon. while he never had hatchlings and thus didn’t know the pain of losing them, he could recognize the cries. the hydro dragon was spiraling, his powers feeding onto his grief and claiming even more lives.

to end the suffering on both ends, he decided to leave his current battlefield and made his way to the dragon known as neuvillette. he didn’t come as an enemy or ally, instead he came as kin to offer assistance— assistance in revenge.

the agreeing between the two dragons, two mighty elements at their beck and call, became known as the first contract of war, written down by rex lapis himself. he offered a helping hand to the hydro dragon, if he would agree to mate one of his many adepti.

mad with grief, the dragon agreed. he took an adepti of rex lapis’ choosing as his mate and went on rampage. in matters of weeks, he and the now geo archon reduced their enemies to nothing more but dust. and the god who killed the hatchlings… it is said that the hydro dragon himself drowned him in the sea.

but what they don’t know, what no one but the two dragons know is that this contract of war saved not only many innocent lives from the floods, but also yours.

rex lapis has rescued you from shackles placed on you, shackles of earth when you belong in the air. they weakened you, as you were the northern wind that brought the snow and winter to teyvat. wild yet freezing, you’re one of the four winds— and the last one remaining.

the only thing that could save you, that saved you in the end, was to mate another powerful dragon. and while you wished rex lapis had taken you as his, his future as archon repelled you in the end. no matter what he said, the gnosis from celestia was a shackle.

you needed to be free, free to remain alive, the last wind of teyvat.

and the only other option was the hydro dragon, neuvillette.

it broke your heart to see him like this, reddened eyes and slouched body, he was in no way showing the power he possessed. and oh— how he cried. even when he met you, tears were still running down his cheeks, as the storm raged on.

the mating itself had been a somber affair, nothing more but a formality. there was no joy when he bit your neck, marking you as his. there was no celebration, instead you tugged on your armor the moment the mating was over. and even then— it couldn’t be even called a proper mating, because there was no nesting, there was nothing but a bite of formality.

it took decades for your mate to recover, the gentle hydro dragon neuvillette. it took centuries for him to actually look at you and greet you as his mate and not a fellow dragon.

you can’t lie, those years were weary on you and it hurt— it hurt so bad. but you understood, or at least tried to, and he was trying.

trying to reign his grief in and to hold his tears back.

but then you took him by his hand and tugged him with you. the two of you twirled in the air, a dance of dragons, and you spoke to him.

“grief, my mate,” you said as you pressed your cool body against his.

“cry, my mate”, you whispered while it started to snow.

“do not harden your heart, remember your hatchlings and remember the pain. the pain you received and brought on others in return.”

“remember, so it shall never happen again.”

(and this day, he knew, it was this day he finally opened his heart. he allowed himself to feel, to yearn, for your touch, the touch of his mate he rejected for years. he yearned and broke to his desires, the deep, deep desire to love and to be loved again. and you greeted him with open arms and a gentle smile, forgiving the sins he did against you, forgiving all his wrongdoings.

in this moment he knew, he loved you.)

ARKHAM MAID 2023

#neuvillette x you #neuvillette x reader #genshin neuvillette #favoniuslibrary #— ˚₊‧⁺˖ creations

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Unexpected 54

Warnings: non/dubcon, child endangerment, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, Andy is nasty in this, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Days pass. Weeks, maybe. There is no dawn or dusk to track the time. You are trapped in this basement, just you and Luna against the monster who took you.

Your only defense is to placate. You keep Andy happy so you can take care of your daughter. You don’t argue with his demands, you don’t push him away as he touches you, you don’t even cry when he fucks you any more. You just close your eyes and let him do what he wants. When you think about it, it’s not too much different than before.

There is no light at the end of this tunnel. If you were to get out of here, your haven is just another prison. Lloyd is only a warden with a different set of rules. For you it doesn’t matter but for Luna, she deserves better than this basement.

Andy snores next to you. It’s time like these you have the urge to hurt him. Your head is filled with violent thoughts. Not just towards your current keeper but to all the men who’ve wronged you. It’s the only strength you can find beneath the crushing weight of futility. Being angry means you still have something left.

A subtle buzz thrums through the mattress. You lean back on your shoulder and peek back at him. His phone vibrates him awake from under his pillow. You remember him tucking it under before he dozed off, likely noticing your straying eyes.

If you could just get it, you could call someone, anyone. But just like everything else, it's unreachable. The door's always locked and the conversation is already decided. He makes the rules and you follow them. It's the only way to keep Luna safe. If it was just you...

You roll onto your back as he grumbles, sliding his hand under the pillow to fumble away the notification. You glimpse the small letters before they swipe away, 'motion detected'. The screen lights up as he rubs his eyes and sits up. He bends over his lap, shrugging as he tries to loosen up his shoulders. 'Doorbell activated', the message pops up as the phone continues to jitter.

"Mmm," he searches around the floor as you sit up, your heart in your throat. Someone's here... "Better see who that is."

He grabs his grey tee shirt and swipes it over his head. You try not to show your eagerness, staying in bed as you watch him on alert. He pulls on his pants and puts the phone in his back pocket before zipping them up. Luna fusses and begins to babble. You move towards the crib and he raises a palm to wave you back.

"I got her," he goes to her as you stand, tense as he reaches in to pick her up, "shh, sweetie, daddy's got you--"

"Andy, please, answer the door," you approach him and he turns his back to you, keeping your daughter out of your reach.

"They can wait," he says as he bounces her, only for her to erupt into sobs. "Sweetie, shhh, shhh," he hushes as he rocks her, "be good for daddy, okay?"

He continues his efforts as you watch helplessly, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you try to get around him but he continues to block you out. You ball your hands, about to tear your hair out as she wails louder and louder.

"Please, let me take her--"

"Why won't she stop?" He growls, "little brat."

"Andy," you whimper as you grab for her and he elbows you away.

"I'll deal with her," he says, "can't have her making all this racket."

He stomps away from you. You're right behind him as he goes over the kitchenette and opens the lower cupboard with his free hand. He pulls out a chest under there, numbers on dials below the clasp. A lock box. He flips it open and cradles her over it.

"Andy, don't! You can't--"

"She's too loud," he bats you away, "the sooner I get up there, the sooner she can come out."

"Please don't lock my baby up," you beg shrilly, "please, let me take her. I'll get her quiet."

Your skin razes with fire and your lungs fill with acid. You try again to take her and he shoves you away so you stagger and hit the table. It jars your bad hip but you barely notice the pain as Luna's cries drive you to desperation.

"Andy!"

"Shut up!" He snarls as he forces her squirming form into the chest, "she's got about ten minutes of air..."

"Please--"

"I don't need either of you drawing attention. Got it," he braces the lid, "anything happens to me, you won't get her out in time."

Tears swell over and spill hotly as he shuts the lid and spins the dials with his thumbs. You race forward and fall to your knees, clutching at the box.

"Andy, please, I can make her quiet. We'll both be quiet!"

"Shhhhh," he pulls out his phone again, "I know you'll be quiet, honey. If you want to see our daughter again."

You nearly collapse as he spins away. You can only watch him go to the stairs and leave you to your panic. You put your ear to the top of the chest and try to hear her. It's too thick. She's going to suffocate in there. You try to pry the edge open with your nails then stagger to your feet, searching the drawers for anything to get the lid up.

Nothing, there's nothing. Your baby, your baby. You can only think of Luna and the terror of that box. You freeze only as a familiar timber rumbles from above. The walls are padded enough to dampen their words but you know that voice. Harlan...

You wait and listen. Is he looking for you? Down here, I'm down here! You want to run up and bang on the door. Even if they know you're there, they won't know the code and they won't have the time to get her out. So you have to be quiet. You have to wait.

There footsteps pass overhead like a clock counting down. You cling to the chest. Please go. Please, please, please....

You collapse over the chest and hug it. You shake as you listen to the voices above drone through the walls. Your heart beats faster and faster as the second pass. Then, it's silent.

You tremble as you stare up at the ceiling. The door opens and the footsteps come down the stairs. Andy appears, nonchalant and unbothered.

"See, that didn't take very long, did it?"

"Open it," you hiss, "please, my baby, open it!"

"Our baby," he nears and puts his hands on his hips, "don't be so dramatic."

"Please, please," you get up on your knees and grab the front of his shirt, "I'll do whatever you want, honey, please, just take her out."

He huffs and shakes his head. He rolls his eyes as he bends over the box and slowly rolls the dials.

"That jackass and his father," he scoffs as the clasp pops. He stands straight, unconcerned. "Sent them off. He... he never appreciated you. Not like I do."

You flip the lid up and scoop Luna out. She's babbling quieter than before, dazed as you touch her all over, checking her pulse and her temperature. You coo at her and rock her, quaking as your adrenaline recedes. A new wave washes for you, something hotter, something more vibrant. Anger. Hatred. Deep and pure.

You look up at Andy as you embrace your daughter. You will kill this man.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #drabble #series #unexpected #au #the gray man #defending jacob

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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Heir

Silva x Reader

Synopsis: His wife was crazy, hell, you'd be crazy too if you knew your husband was sleeping around... But it wasn't your fault he loved you and not her.

Her shrill cry hit your ears, making you wince from your spot next to Silva. He currently had you wrapped up under his arm, hand absentmindedly caressing the bare skin of your arm. "Kikyo" he warned, eyes darkening a bit as she continue to wail about how evil he was for having a mistress.

This wasn't new knowledge, she had known about it for some time now. This was just her weekly temper tantrum. "I just don't understand how you could do this to me. The woman who gave you your CHILDREN"

Silva's lip curled into a snarl, there was that jab again... The classic 'mother of your children' saying was always the stab she took in the hopes that it would wake him up, but it only ever angered him. Your eyebrows crinkled in distress as you felt the bloodlust oozing from the man who was now gripping you tightly against him. You couldn't run and hide from his anger if you tried. You were just thankful it wasn't directed at you.

"Kikyo."

The woman stopped wailing as the venomous tone and bloodlust hit her finally. You could see her hands shaking, and you felt bad. Not bad enough to stop the relationship you had with the head of the Zoldyck family, but enough to put your hand on his thigh, hoping it would calm him even a little.

And it seemed to work.

He let out a deep exhale, free hand coming up to rub at his eyes. If he could leave her he would, he would much rather be married to you than to her, but he hadn't met you when he needed to settle down some 26 years ago. "I've been nothing but loving towards you, what does she have that I don't?"

You lightly gasped at the question, eyes flicking from Kikyo to Silva in shock. He sat there in silence, staring into her soul as if trying to banish her from the earth altogether. "She was the one who gave me Killua" your eyes widened at his statement. Many things were well-known and talked about, but this was not one of them.

You cringed as Kikyo's sniffles hit your ears. Having Killua with Silva was not something you were proud of, the guilt ate you up to the point where you gave him up to Kikyo, allowing her to care for him as if she carried and birthed him herself. It seemed to have appeased her, and she went on to have two more children with Silva after. But you knew the reason for that was just her trying to prove that she too could give Silva what you did.

An heir.

It was a low blow though, and it made all of the guilt rush through you like a violent hurricane. "Silva..." you whispered out, tone teetering on guilt and warning. He paid no mind to you though. Standing from his spot, he walked towards a sobbing Kikyo. His hands rose to cup her cheeks and while you'd normally feel jealous, all you felt was shame.

You should have never slept with him 12 years ago. Should have never given in to his blue eyes and blonde hair, but you did and now you were here. Stuck in the middle of the family drama that you yourself caused.

He leaned down to be eye level with her, a passerby would have found it sweet, but you knew better. "You mean nothing to me. The children you've given mean nothing to me. I don't know what else I need to do to get you to see that"

That was a lie, the children part at least was. He cared deeply for all of his children, Killua was just special to him. You knew that the hurtful words were only spewed to bite back at her stab but you wished he would have let it go. "Silva" you called out as you shakily stood from the pillow.

Kikyo was now sobbing so hard that she was choking, the sound didn't do anything to Silva, but it was breaking your heart. "Silva leave her alone..." you whispered out as your fingers ghosted his arm before gripping the flesh to pull him away from her. He let you move him away from her, something Kikyo has never been able to do.

The sight only made her sob harder. How could you, of all people, make the man she loved do anything you asked of him? She gave him everything and loved him through everything. But you? You did nothing and yet can control everything about him. Before he goes on jobs, he asks you about your opinion on the danger of the task at hand. When he leaves the house, he asks you if you'd like to join him. When it's time for bed, he'll wait for you because he can't seem to sleep without you.

Her eyes snapped to yours as you looked back at her over your shoulder. "Can you please go get Gotoh" you called out to the butler by the door. The butler left without another word, rushing down the hall to get the head butler who helped Kikyo remain calm. Silva sat back down with a huff, legs crossing as he leaned back in annoyance. You turned back fully to Kikyo, sadness and regret written all over your face.

"I'm sorry Kikyo" you stated firmly, but anyone who knew you could hear the nervous waver in your voice. Despite being annoying, Kikyo was far from weak. She could kill you in two seconds if she really wanted to.

And she really wanted to right now.

But you didn't care anymore. Walking towards her slowly, you waited for her to break down again. But she was silent. You stopped just feet from her, lips pursing as you took in just how tense the air was. Silva called your name out in warning as if he knew deep down that she would attack you while he wasn't by your side.

But maybe you deserved it.

"I'm sorry for everything" your words caused her to inhale sharply, hands forming into fists as she shook in her place. You had no right to apologize. The only way to make this right was for you to leave. But Silva would never let you leave. So there was only one other way to make this right.

You had to die.

Silva felt the shift in the air quicker than you did. Kikyo's hand shot towards your chest, fingers shaped into a sharp form. Your breath hitched but you knew there was no escaping it. You should have been faster...

But Silva was fast enough.

His hand stopped hers right as the fingernails pierced the skin of your chest. She could feel the way your heart was beating frantically under her fingertips. Oh, how she wanted to feel it pound in her hand as she watched the life drain from your eyes. But, with the way Silva was gripping her did she realize she had made a grave mistake.

Silva pushed you behind him as he ripped Kikyo up to him angrily "Lay a hand on her again and I will feed you to the dogs" the words hit your ears, and you would have scolded him for uttering them, but you couldn't think straight - not with all the adrenaline in your veins and the tension in the air.

Kikyo sputtered out apologies but it only angered the silver haired man more.

It all went silent though when the door opened. "Madame. I was called to retrieve you" Gotohs voice broke the tension and you sighed in relief. Silva let her go, allowing her to run to Gotoh in fear. Gotoh didn't say anything, only grabbed her by the shoulder and moved her out of the room.

The sound of the door closing echoed in the room and mixed with your heavy breathing. Silva was in front of you before you could blink, hand reaching for your shirt where blood was pooling. "I'll be okay" you croaked out but he ripped the shirt open regardless, eyes narrowing at the cuts Kikyo marred you with.

"She will be dealt with accordingly" he whispered as he applied pressure to one of the heavier bleeding wounds. You didn't say anything, knowing that not even you could stop what would happen to her. He loved you a lot, maybe even too much. But you couldn't deny that you loved him as well. You reached up to pull his hand away, smiling softly at the confused look on his face.

Dropping his hand, you stepped forward before wrapping your arms around his torso, hiding your face in his chest as you gave into the part of you that needed him close. You didn't care if you were hurt. You didn't care that Kikyo would try to kill you every chance she got. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was him. And as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a loving kiss to the top of your head -

You knew he felt the same.

#silva zoldyck x reader #silva zoldyck imagine #silva zoldyck #silva zoldyck imagines #silva imagine #silva imagines #silva x reader #hunter x hunter reader #hunter x hunter imagines #hunter x hunter imagine #hxh imagine #hxh imagines #hunterxhunter imagines #hunterxhunter imagine

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celestialprincesse · 3 months

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HIIIIIII!!

I was thinking reader whos always very emotional (basically a crybaby) and simon who hasnt cried since a LONG ASS time

Cuz im a very emotional person and im like crying at every chance i get and then i have a friend who hasnt cried since 5th grade pls hes an unfeeling fuck who says i could fill a tank with those tears he somehow reminds me of simon i cried like an hour ago and he just told me to stfu😭;-;

Hey baby!💕 Controversial opinion, but I lowkey think that Simon is a sucker for a good cry, he just doesn't often engage with things that make him overly emotional. I think he's definitely a little awkward about it, especially having spent much of his life in an environment where being overly emotional isn't always looked upon fondly, but he's not ashamed of it. If anything, I think he's almost proud? Like he's secure enough in himself to get a little weepy when he watches movies with dogs dying in them or when his partner tells him that they're pregnant. He's not like a big cryer by any means, no wailing sobs and snotty noses for him. He's definitely just the type to get teary, but he's not ashamed! Nuh uh!

When they hand him a pregnancy test, he freaks the fuck out at first, and his partner is already welling up, pregnancy hormones and just general lack of a dam to stop the waterworks leaving them pretty much perpetually emotional, be the tears from stress or joy or anger. They're pretty much always crying. Simon makes sure to buy a box of tissues every time he runs to the grocery store. He doesn't even realise he's crying until he sees the look of panic on their already flushed face, and he can't help but let out a little choked sob as they come and wrap him up in their arms, his hand resting inadvertently on the nonexistent swell of their tummy, where his child is growing. His baby. Their baby.

Obviously his partner is torn halfway between shitting themself and being utterly elated. They know that parenthood is a touchy subject for him given his past, and his current career, and they understand that having a baby is a terrifying thought for him. Simon has done happy tears, tears of grief and tears of anger. Tears of happiness though? Feeling so beyond content that he cries? That's a new milestone.

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marksmelodies · 7 months

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for better, for worse

idol chenle x fem reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: cussing, mentions of sex, unprotected sex,

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you and chenle have been fighting a lot lately, everything you say to eachother ends up in a argument. it’s a never ending saga of screaming, fighting, threatening to break up, making up, having sex, then fighting again and so on.you currently were staring at the clock on the wall as chenle was thrusting in and out of you, wishing was that it would be over soon.you love chenle and you love your sex life with him but recently it seemed like a sympathy card and nothing more.the two of you used to have so much chemistry, your sex was amazing, you two were so passionately in love, but now you both seemed burnt out.

chenle was chasing his orgasm, thrusts were becoming rushed and messy, headboard smashing against the wall, it seemed as if he was just eager to blow off steam rather than actually wanting to have sex with you.the two of you fought earlier due to chenle blowing you off again for work, you tried your best to be understanding of his job, you knew how much it consumes his life, but when he’s blowing you off every single day it’s really hard to justify it, selfishly you wanted him to focus on you more than work.when you brought it up to him he got defensive and started yelling, which caused you to get angry and the whole situation escalated very quick leading to screaming, cussing and slamming doors.

you looked at him and wondered if you two would ever go back to how you used to.once he finished he laid down back facing you not saying a word, the next thing you know you hear soft snores coming from him.you walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on, feeling a little sore from chenle taking out his anger on you.

as the water hit your back, you begin to sob, knowing the love of your life is slipping away was the worst feeling in the entire world. you wouldn’t blame him though, your relationship had become extremely toxic.a few moments of you crying you hear the bathroom door open.

“ i’m coming in i have to piss” you hear chenle say softly

you quickly get ahold of yourself “ go ahead ” you respond your voice shaking a little.silence fell between you two for a few moments until he speaks up.

“ it’s because of me right”

“ what”

“ your crying that hard over me… over us” you go silent again not knowing what to say, that’s when chenle steps in the shower fully clothed saying nothing, just grabbing you pulling you into a hug.you take a minute to process what’s happening you feel the man in your arms start to shake before hearing him wail, in all of the years you’ve been together you have never once seen him cry so hard.you both stand in the shower with the water running embracing eachother as you two sob.he finally looks up at you with red eyes and quivering lips

“ please don’t leave me” he cried into your shoulder

“ shhh baby everything’s going to be okay”

“ but it’s not, it’s not y/n and i don’t know how to fix it”

you both soak in this very vulnerable moment and decide to sit down and have a conversation when you were done.

“ first of all chenle i’m not leaving you, i don’t know where you got that from but when i promised you forever i meant it”

“ second of all, i think we need to go to couples therapy” you say to him. he just stared at you

“ i think it’ll help, really, a friend of mine recommended me a good therapist. i’m going to fight for us chenle and i’ll do whatever it takes”

“ me too, i’ll go if that’s what you think will help”

“ i really do babe, i think it’ll help a lot” that night you two were making some sort of progress even though it doesn’t mean much because you knew at some point you two would regress and go back to square one but you had a glimpse of hope this time.instead of spending the night at your friends place avoiding chenle which would usually happen around this time of night.you lay cuddled on the couch watching a movie, you can feel chenle shifting as if he was uncomfortable.you got up to get him some water, when you came back chenle was standing up looking a little frantic.you were confused until you saw the tent in his pants.

“ really lele” you roll your eyes

“ you can never keep it in your pants” you laugh to yourself.

“ i’m sorry babe it just happens, i’ll go take care of it in the bathroom i’ll be right back” he says at you frown at him.

“ i mean you could do that or i don’t know you have your turned on girlfriend standing right in front of you” you smirk,he walks over to you picking you up making his way to the bedroom.throwing you down on the bed, immediately smashing his lips onto yours, grinding his clothed dick onto you as you moan into his lips, driving him crazy.

“ fuck i cant take it anymore” he rips your shirt and shorts off, taking your under garments with it too, leaving you completely naked.kissing a trail down your body he lifts your hips up a little to make you comfortable as he licks a stripe down your pussy

“ oh my god chenle” you moan, he smiles at you before diving completely into your heat, sucking at your clit you arch your back, lacing your fingers into his hair he pulls you forward flicking his tongue back and forth.you feel your orgasm building up, “ babe i’m coming” you scream as you release all over his face.you lay there catching your breath, for the first time in a very long time you felt content in the bedroom, for the first time in months he actually made you finish.chenle takes one if your legs lifting it onto his shoulder as he places his other hand on your waist, thrusting into you “ oh my god babe you’re so wet for me” he says as your hands grip the bedsheets, he flips you around arching your back for him he slams into you again with no warning, earning screams from you.continuously hitting your g spot you feel yourself about to cum again

“ chenle im gonna cum” you cry

“ wait for a little longer babe i want to come together”chenle has you a squirming mess under him, he has to keep one hand on your lower back keeping you arched as the other one is on your waist.

“ lele i cant hold it anymore please” is you beg

“ be a good girl y/n, i’m almost there” squeezing your eyes shut he turns you around again

“ look at me baby i wanna see you when we cum” chenle takes both of your legs bending them into your chest as he thrusts as hard as he can,his trusts become sloppy as he lets low groans out of his mouth.

“ fuck baby you ready” he asks

“ yes yes please”

“ cum for me babygirl” he demands as you both finish at the same time.chenle collapses onto you, not taking himself out of you yet.

“ fuck baby that was so good” he whispers kissing your neck

“ that’s the best sex we’ve had in so long” you smile

“ i know love, we definitely needed that”taking himself out of you he cleans you up and joins you back in bed.

“ i love you so much sweet girl, i promise we will make it through this rough patch” he kisses your forehead.

“ i know we will lele, i love you too”

** a year later**

you and chenle did end up going to couples therapy and it has changed your relationship for the better.you two haven’t gotten into fights since, you are in the honeymoon stage all over again, and let’s just say you two can’t stay off of eachother, you feel like teenagers again.the romance has sparked in your relationship again and it has never felt better.

you were currently joining him on his europe leg of his tour. waking up next to your man every morning in a new place had been a dream come true.today you were in paris , chenle had soundcheck and dance practice but other than that you had the night to yourselves since his show wasn’t until tomorrow.you stayed in bed most of the day catching up on rest until you receive a text from your boyfriend telling you he made dinner reservations tonight and to dress fancy.

you quickly got up and started getting ready.a few hours later you were finally ready as chenle made his way to pick you up.he was dressed in a nice white button down shirt and black slack pants, it took everything in you not to jump his bones right then are there.

the night was beautiful, he rented out the rooftop of a very fancy restaurant looking out onto the Eiffel Tower which shimmered every so often and had music playing soft instrumentals.you were left speechless.chenle however seemed a little nervous and quieter than usual.

finishing up your dinner you looked to your boyfriend.

“ chenle this is amazing really, thank you so much”

“ you deserve everything and more my love” he kisses your hand. you smile at him as he falls quiet again.he clears his throat.

“ let’s go look at the view huh” he suggests. he walks with you hand in hand as he leads you over to the edge of the rooftop.standing under a beautiful arch with vines and fairy lights you look at the Eiffel Tower in awe.

“ it’s so beautiful chenle, i’m never going to forget this moment” you turn to him and notice he’s not beside you anymore.confused you turn around to find him kneeling down on one knee holding out a small box with a beautiful diamond ring in it.

you gasp covering your mouth with your hands as tears stream down your cheeks.

“ y/n i have loved you from the moment i met you, never in my lifetime have i experienced a love greater than yours, we’ve been through so much together, i know that we can face whatever the world throws at us as long as we are together, i love you more than words can describe you have my whole heart, you have changed my life and i will forever be so grateful, through good seasons and bad i will always be by your side, i can not wait for our future together. (your full name) will you marry me?”

“ yes a million times yes” you say without hesitation as he slides the ring onto your finger pulling you into a kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck embracing him tightly.

“ i know we already promised forever a long time ago but i thought a big shiny ring would be a nice touch” chenle jokes as he kisses you again.

“ i cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you zhong chenle.”

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hockybish · 6 months

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Scary Uncle Luke

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September 2022

Zephyr tends to run into people's legs, he thinks its funny. He'll do it anyone. There have been a couple of times where he's gone up to strangers and Bean and Trevor have to do some apologizing. But if it's one of the guys, they'll pick him up and give him the attention he wants.

One time Zeph was looking for Trevor and he was already slightly upset and tired. All he wants is his daddy. He walks up to the first person he sees that could possibly be his dad (because the person looked really tall like Trevor) but lo and behold it wasn't Trevor it was Luke.

Luke felt something collide with the side of his leg, immediately he knew it was the little boy who had been staying with them at the lake house. This was a common occurrence, so Luke just bent over and placed the child on his hip and continued his conversation with Quinn. Moments later a wail pierced through all conversations being had amongst the guest currently there.

"Zeph buddy, what's wrong?" he questioned Zephyr as giant crocodile slipped from his green eyes. The toddler hid his face in the tall hockey player's shoulder.

"Daddy" the two year old mumbled, barely audible. Zephyr gave Luke the side eye before crying into his shoulder again. This action was repeated a few more times sending Luke into a slight panic, whipping his head around looking for either of the child's parent.

"Dude what did you do?" Quinn questioned his youngest brother.

"I didn't do anything Q, literally just picked him up and he started crying." Luke told his brother what had taken place. The little boy looked at Luke and whimpered again, "and he keeps doing this and saying something I can't understand. Where's Bean?"

"hey Zephy want uncle Quinny to hold you?" he offered, rubbing the up and down the child's back in a soothing manner.

Zephyr shook his head no, leaning closer into luke in an attempt to get away from Quinn's hand, mumbling something unintelligible again. "hmm, what was that?"

"Daddy." he turned his face to the side away from Luke. if he had looked at Luke there would have been more tears.

the oldest Hughes nodded, reassuring the kid that he would go retrieve the person he was asking for. shortly he returned with trevor, and zeph practically left into his arms. he sobbed again curling into the comfort of his father.

"Don't sweat it moose. It's nap time, he's cranky and tired. and he probably thought you were me but when he realized it was you he got scared." trevor shrugged.

From here on out Luke was known as Scary Uncle Luke.

#west winds au #trevor zegras #dad!trevor au #luke hughes #quinn hughes

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i984 · 1 year

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Wounds, Not Dreams

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: Soft ooc! Wednesday Addams as usual, Hurt/Comfort(?), crying but it's okay cause crying is good, mentions of gore and death, let me know if there's more.

|Summary|: Wednesday doesn't like bad nightmares.

|A/n|: Requested by Sam! See end of post for more notes.

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The night feels cold and lonely—much like the fingers trembling and gripping your shirt to the point of ripping. You wake up with alarms blaring in your head, as only one person would sneak to your dorm in the middle of the night, and she wouldn't tremble.

"Wednesday?"

The girl in question didn't respond. Instead, she presses her face closer to your chest, clinging to you tightly. The fabric of your shirt may muffle her sniffles, but you know your girlfriend has been crying and is currently trying to hide the fact that she still is.

You carefully wrap your arms around the Addams girl. She didn't refuse your touch.

"What's wrong? You know you can talk to me."

Your question is left unanswered again, but that doesn't discourage you. You know how Wednesday is; intelligent, forbidding, and sadistic. But she is also solemn and emotionally reserved. She's a strong human capable of expressing her thoughts, and if any of her past actions are any indication, she's never afraid to do so.

But sometimes, Wednesday is also fragile. She's continuously guarding how she presents herself to the world—not wanting to appear vulnerable. But here she is, grasping at you urgently, almost like she's afraid of letting you go.

So, you hold her. You cradle her tight—Wednesday doesn't like soft hugs; she refers to it as a worthless attempt at strangling someone—and the girl melts into you more.

Wednesday likes warm hugs.

You whisper sweet nothings to her—simple I love you's, and I'm here muttered into the room. The trashing beats of her heart slow into a calm rhythmical one; your now damp t-shirt still muffles her quiet sniffles.

Both of you stay like that in the uncountable moments, you calming her as best as you can with the occasional forehead kisses and Wednesday breathing more evenly with each one you give.

The space is filled with something resembling silence—the whir of your air conditioning and the occasional cricket noises are the only sound heard. Neither of you says a word because they're irrelevant. You know what Wednesday needs.

She needs you.

They say silence is gold, and maybe that's true for now. The girl finally lifts her head, eyes trained at the hands bunching up your shirt. You take them in yours and caress her knuckles gently. The fingers feel warm.

"I had a nightmare," the ravenette says. "A bad one."

Wednesday stares at you through her bangs. Her eyes are swollen, and her lips quiver so subtly that nobody would notice, but you do down to the faint furrow of her eyebrows and her jaw clenching slightly.

You nod, signaling you're listening and ready for her to continue.

"I went looking for you after the battle with Crackstone because you were nowhere to be found. And then, I got to your room. When I opened the door, I saw you on this bed."

Wednesday stops and squeezes your hand. She takes a deep breath.

"There was blood everywhere— The floor, wall, and sheets. I immediately ran and saw you gasping for air. There was a cavity in your chest— Your rib cage is drilled, and the lungs p-popped out of with every single breath—"

Her sobs cut through her words before she could even finish her sentence. You hurriedly wrap your arms around Wednesday, her wails once again muffled into your t-shirt. Stroking her head gently, you sit up to hold her properly, comforting her as she wills her stutters away.

"I thought I was too l-l-late. The ripped bedding and the claw marks on your body made me furious. And then you stopped gasping, and I thought I lost you—"

You pepper sloppy kisses on her cheeks, nose, and jaw, anywhere you can reach to hush her words. "I will always be here for you, Wednesday," you assured. Her cries pierce the warm air, so you rock her body with you while hugging her as tightly as possible.

"It looked so real..."

You don't need her to continue; you know why she's so afraid. Wednesday has seen people die in her visions way too many times. She fears your death even though the event would've happened in the past. What she saw was just a dream, and the girl obviously knows.

But right now, she doesn't need a reality check. She needs to know you're well and alive, even if it means breaking down her well-built walls and presenting herself to you as vulnerable as is. You're going to do just that.

"I'll always be here for you, Wens. Now and forever, in this life and the next. Do you know why?"

Her crying ceases a little, and a tear rolls down her cheeks as her glassy eyes blink to look at your tender ones.

You smile. "Because I'll always be yours as you're mine," you place your hand on her cheek and wipes the tears away. "Because I love you."

Her face starts to warm up.

Yours has been since the very first day you met her.

Maybe the salt on her lips was from the tears. Her small hand grips yours while the other rest on your chest. Wednesday feels so delicate, like the flowers on your window sill, and you want to protect her with every touch of your lips. Her nose nudges yours, and if you open your eyes, you'll see her lush eyelashes gleaming in the stray moonlight.

You pray with every kiss a single thing: to be the wound that nestles into her flesh and soul, stubbornly refusing to heal. Because then, you'll stay intertwined with her until the very end, allowing her to remember what it feels like to be loved.

To be Wednesday's very own pleasant, warm wound.

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A/n2: Hello! I've been MIA for the past week or so, and for that I apologize. I do have news though, gonna take a break this month so in the meantime, do feel free to revisit old posts :( I'll make a follow up post regarding the situation but right now I just wanna thank you guys for the overwhelming amount of love and support. I can't be grateful enough 💗

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whorefordean · 7 months

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can you do 17 with jj maybank from the hurt/comfort prompts? I love your writing sm <33

to lie with you in the dark j.m

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 1k

warnings: none i think? sad reader but that’s about it

prompt: “im just so sad.” “what can i do?” “just be here.”

a/n: i did not proofread this and it’s late so there’s probably mistakes lol i hope you enjoy

the sound of your friends laughing filling the restaurant brought a small smile to your face, though it only lasted for a few seconds before it inevitably fell. you were meant to be joining them after clocking out from your shift, but you didn’t feel like socializing at the moment.

you approached the table causing everyone to turn to look at you with smiling faces. you offered a soft smile in return.

“hey, guys, i think i’m just gonna go on and head home. i’m exhausted,” you told the group, not bothering to slide into your usual spot beside jj. you avoided his gaze, instead opting to look at the girls who were currently pouting at you.

“we can hang our tomorrow. promise,” you compromised. the girls nodded in agreement and said their goodbyes. jj stood to give you a kiss on your cheek.

“you okay, baby?” he whispered in your ear as he pulled you into a hug. you nodded softly, though it was a lie. you could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, and your throat ached so terribly that you didn’t trust your voice to come out evenly.

instead, you blinked back your tears and gave jj your best smile. he seemed convinced enough and pressed one final kiss to your head. you pressed a kiss to jj’s shoulder then left the restaurant. as you approached your car, you couldn’t hold off the tears any longer. there was no actual reason you were crying. work was fine like usual. no rude customers. no unfortunate mishaps that resulted in injury. but the unforgiving ache in your chest was eating you alive.

the drive back to your house was silent, aside from the sniffling that echoed through your car. the heavy rain pounded against your windshield, not letting up as you pulled into your driveway and exited the car. in no rush, you made your way inside, the freezing rain making you shiver.

the house was dark when you entered though you weren’t surprised. everything felt dark lately.

quiet footsteps echoed throughout the house as you slowly drifted towards your bedroom to gather some clean clothes. after deciding on your comfiest pair of pajamas, you slowly wandered into the bathroom to shower. after undressing and stepping into the shower, you allowed the hot water to run down your back, loosening the tension resting between your shoulders.

without warning, a loud sob racked through your body. you allowed yourself to wail shamelessly into the dim room. unbeknownst to you, the front door was still unlocked from when you had arrived earlier allowing jj to enter with no problems.

he had left the restaurant only a few minutes after you. call it a gut feeling. he had let himself into your home, and immediately, his heart broke. your loud sobs echoed through your otherwise quiet home.

jj quickly made his way upstairs to your bedroom, only to be disappointed when he saw it was empty. his attention quickly focused on the rushing water, and he moved to your bathroom.

he tapped his knuckles against the wooden door, hoping you’d hear him as he didn’t want to scare you. jj sighed when he heard you continue to sob instead of answering. he slowly opened the door and let himself into your bathroom. jj pulled the curtain back, revealing himself to you.

however, his presence was still unknown to you due to your face being buried in your hands. jj frowned as he watched the water beating down on your back, so hot that your skin had turned bright red.

he slowly turned the water down, allowing it to cool for a few moments before taking his muddy boots off and stepping in otherwise fully clothed.

warm arms wrapped around you, causing you to jump and a small yelp to escape your lips. your eyes immediately found jj’s and you leaned into him, allowing him to hold you up just as your knees buckled.

“what’s wrong, baby?” jj cooed softly into your ear, holding you tight.

“i’m just so sad, jj,” you wept softly. you nails were digging into jj’s arms as you burrowed your face into his shoulder.

“what can i do? tell me how to make it better,” jj begged desperately. it was torture to see his girl hurting so much. he felt helpless as you clutched onto him, crying into his soaked shirt.

“just be here. just need you to be here, j,” you plead to your boyfriend. jj help you tighter upon hearing your request.

“i’m right here. i’ll always be right here with you,” jj promised. he brushed some of your wet hair away from your face, prompting you to look up at him.

“let’s get out, okay. you need to rest,” jj instructed. you nodded and allowed him to turn off the water and help you out of the shower.

jj helped dry you off and get you dressed. pulling the covers down, he watched as you slipped underneath them. a frown formed on your tear-stained face as you watched him start to walk away.

“i’m just going to change, sweetheart. i’ll be right back,” jj laughed softly while rifling through the spare drawer of your dresser filled with his clothes. he left to change and quickly reappeared, tossing his clothes and yours into the hamper in the corner of the room. jj flicked off the lights. the moonlight drifted in through the blinds. it was quiet.

jj laid down beside you, quickly pulling your body closer to him. with your head resting on jj’s broad chest, you mumbled a soft “thank you” while jj played with your wet hair.

“don’t thank me for caring. i’ll be here to lie with you in the dark, always. it’s what you deserve, and i know if the roles were reversed you’d do the same thing for me,” jj mumbled back as he placed soft kisses to the top of your head. instead of answering, you lightly nodded and kissed jj’s chest, right above his heart.

#jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank obx #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank angst #jj maybank hurt/comfort #jj maybank outer banks #outer banks #obx

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thecuriousquest · 1 year

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Mistakes Were Made

Yandere TodoBakuDeku x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, spanking, bondage

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You cried the entire way home. You sobbed and pleaded for mercy from your captors Shoto, Bakugou, and Izuku.

Currently slung over the volatile blonde’s shoulder, you had no way of escaping because of his tight grip on the back of your thighs.

Even if you could somehow manage to pull off slipping out of Bakugou’s hold, Shoto and Izuku are flanking you.

Bakugou slaps your thigh and tells you to be quiet because you’re giving him a headache. You squeak and try to tone down the volume of your sobs.

“Kacchan, she’s not going to learn from you spanking her like that,” Izuku tells him.

You think he’s sticking up for you until he has no problem with what Icy Hot says next.

“Yeah, you should’ve hit her harder,” Shoto quips indifferently.

Bakugou smirks and powers up a small explosion in his hand as he delivers a sound spank to your semi-exposed butt, forcing a pained wail from the depths of your soul. They force you to wear a white night dress 24/7 with spaghetti straps. It barely reaches mid-thigh, but due to having been put over Katsuki’s shoulder, the dress has risen up a bit.

“What are you going to do to me?” You whimper into Bakugou’s lower back.

You’re surprised by Izuku’s answer. “Be quiet. We’re too angry to deal with you right now, let alone talk to you. Just obey us.”

Izuku was being uncharacteristically cold. He was the warm sunlight out of the three. He usually tried to help you in situations you got yourself into where you needed to be punished. The other two are acting exactly as you would suspect. Shoto is acting like he’s bored with the entire thing, but you know that’s only a front. Deep down, you know you royally pissed him off. Bakugou, however, doesn’t have any problems displaying his anger.

At the house, you don’t even get one last glimpse at the outside world. Shoto is blocking your way, and before you know it, Deku is closing the door behind him, locking it with the key you had stolen earlier while they were all asleep.

Bakugou hears you start crying loudly again and he rolls his eyes. “You know, you’ve already pissed all of us off. You really wanna make it worse, brat?”

He sets you down and locks you into a chair by your wrists and ankles.

“We can’t punish her right now. Let’s just talk in the kitchen,” Izuku voices with his arms crossed.

The other two nod in agreement and leave your view as they go into another room. You’re left wondering what’s going to happen. You hate feeling so vulnerable and out of control. That’s why you tried to escape. You hate living here with these three psychos, and you know things are going to get a lot worse from here on out.

You’re left there for what feels like hours before they return. Shoto, Bakugou, and Izuku sit on the couch across from you.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Y/N,” Izuku starts off. You know you’re in deep shit because he’s not using any of your nicknames. “You’re going to be in the basement for a month. All of your outside privileges are revoked, and when it’s time for you to start sleeping in your room again, you’ll be wearing a chain.”

“After you’re done in the basement, while we’re home, you’ll be doing nothing but chores. You better do it with a fucking smile too. I don’t wanna see any bitchiness from you.” Bakugou glares at you after he finishes explaining the second part of your punishment.

Shoto stands up and walks over to you, running his fingers over your cheek lightly. “You’re going to be good for us from now on.” It wasn’t a question. You had to be if you wanted any chance of living.

Sniffling, you nod and tell him exactly what he wants to hear. “Yes, Shoto, I’ll be good for all of you.”

#yandere #my hero acedamia #tw kidnapping #shoto todoroki #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere bakugou #yandere izuku #todobakudeku

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