#if you listen carefully you can hear the sound of my heart shattering

[jinkicake]

Somebody’s Watching Me

What happens when you ignore him after a fight (#groveling).

Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader

Kaeya Alberich x Reader

Xiao x Reader

A/N: I actually wrote this back in July bc i wanted angst and tension and I meant to post it then but I didn’t have the balls to (still dont but--)... it took me three hours to write less than 3k.... im not who i used to be its so- whateverrrrr,,, as always more of my thoughts are after the tags kekeke, can you tell i still adore angst?

WC - around 2.7K

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Diluc R.

Baby daddy Diluc would love to give you space after a disagreement but, he can’t. He finds himself distracted with everything and anything, nothing can get done when you’re upset with him. Without your forgiveness, he becomes a lost soul! He follows you around like a kicked puppy, he can’t help it! Listen, this man is protective as shit and refuses to be in your bad graces. He’ll do anything to make it up to you, even giving you space if you really want it (although that is the last thing he wants). If you ignore him for too long tho, he might just melt into a puddle of goo and wipe out!

“My love, please-”

“No, Dliuc!” You push away his gloved hand being held out to you, the one that so desperately yearns to cup your cheek, you scoff at it. You scoff at him and Diluc feels his heart aching deep in his chest. “You might not think much of it but, I do. Leave me alone.” 

The words harshly slap against him, leaving the man speechless as he pathetically opens and closes his mouth to say anything to get you back. His feet feel as if they’re made out of stone and he knows that no weight could ever keep him from running to you but, now, with the hurt on your face; he feels too ashamed to do anything but watch you storm out of the Winery. 

He didn’t know that a snide comment about his brother would snowball into this, you and your unmoving anger. 

You’re just so stubborn, so beautiful, that it makes him want to tug at his fiery roots until he yanks his hair out. Diluc knows he said the wrong thing, that maybe talking so lowly of someone you consider a dear friend wasn’t the right thing to do but, he simply could not help it. 

Because Diluc watches whenever you step into his field of vision, makes sure to keep you within a safe distance beside him so then he feels comfortable enough to carry on with whatever he was doing. 

The same thing happened earlier in the night, everything was fine after his usual scan of the room, but then he heard your laugh. Your charming laugh, one that he thought was reserved for him was instead being spoiled by his brother. It’s a miracle the glass he was drying in his hand didn’t shatter at that moment. Diluc is more than aware of your close friendship with Kaeya, he knows of all the commissions the two of you share and he hates it. Your relationship irks him in a way that he can’t comprehend and he’s aware that he needs to fix that. Fix his jealousy. However, it’s clearly taking much longer than he thought. 

Instead of worrying, Diluc focuses on organizing the newly cleaned glasses he left after dinner. One by one, he sets them up perfectly on the shelf before carefully placing each napkin in its rightful stack. It’s become his ritual of cleaning the Winery each night. But, now he’s just distracting himself from the inevitable feeling that has already begun to set in. A mix of worry and guilt, inevitably overpowered by rejection. 

His strong fingers thump against the clean dining table and for a moment, Diluc distracts himself from the one thing he wants most. You. It’s a distraction short-lived because he cracks a single finger before making his way deep into the office. Perhaps his paperwork will give him a large enough headache to distract him once more. 

The numbing pain building in his temple is nothing compared to the hollow ache blooming in his chest. The mundane task works, the countless amount of numbers he checks over and over again do their job until he hears the gentle sound of the door opening. For a moment, he thinks he may have imagined it but then he hears your footsteps and Diluc is out of his chair and pushing the door out of his way to meet you. 

Even if you glance at him and ignore him, walking further up the stairs to create more distance, Diluc already feels the ache starting to soothe over. He follows you after you, keeping a safe amount of paces behind you. Quietly, he moves as if you won’t be able to notice his six-foot frame doing so. 

“Beloved,” He starts and you greet him with the bedroom door closing in his face. The action causes a small smile to appear on his face, but Diluc quickly shakes it away. “please,” 

It’s nearing midnight and neither of you has time for this. The last thing Diluc wants is you going to sleep upset with him. 

He sighs softly before following you into the bathroom, the man feels ashamed and it burns brightly in his chest, 

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs against your neck, slowly breathing in the alluring scent entangled with your hair. “please forgive me.” In his own selfish way, a side he can only show towards you, he doesn’t really give you a choice. Diluc’s strong, muscular arms are wrapped around your waist and holding onto you so tightly. You couldn’t get away from him now without a fight. “I’m working on… my jealousy. Darling, please.” 

Even you have to admit how hard it is to deny Diluc when he is begging so earnestly. 

You lightly place your hand on top of his own, squeezing him gently before glancing back to place a gentle kiss on his jaw. He sighs with relief. 

“I won’t forgive you so easily next time.”

“I know. I will hold you to it.”

Kaeya A.

Kaeya, my forever #1 in this game, would need space after a heavy disagreement. If you walk one way then he will walk in the other direction until he cools off. However, it usually takes him about ten meters before he realizes that he should escort you wherever you’re going so he just follows while silently stewing in his own anger. Kaeya doesn’t show it, he never does because he doesn’t want to displease you but, his upset feelings are there. But, he loves you and would kiss the ground that you walk on to prove it to you. 

“Fine then.”

“Fine!” You shriek, and how it got to this, Kaeya isn’t really sure. He watches as you turn away and walk towards the entrance of Mondstadt, his stare lingers for a few moments before he heads towards the cathedral. The two of you always know how to make a scene, even when no one is around and it is late into the evening and all the shops around have closed. He finds that to be a good thing, he didn’t want an audience tonight. Not like this anyway. 

His blood is still rushing through his veins, he can hear his heart thumping in his ears. He can still recall the fire burning in your eyes and the distinct way that your hands trembled by your sides every time either of your voices got louder. The captain feels guilty above anything else, anger is still there but he knows it’s an emotion that will fade away quickly. 

“Damn it, (Y/N),” Kaeya sighs before tilting his head back, giving himself the view of the starry sky. You always did love the night sky. He knows what he said was wrong, that maybe he shouldn’t have insinuated that you needed support on such a lowly ranked mission but, he couldn’t help it. Kaeya does not like to take chances with you and he would rather underestimate you than overestimate, even if that makes you burn brighter in fury than his brother’s hair. 

He just didn’t expect you to get so angry, he thought that maybe you would understand and take it down a notch. Kaeya can’t stand to see you get hurt, to find you fighting multiple monsters all by yourself at once. There’s nothing in this world that could save him if something happened to you, why don’t you get that?

Any unresolved anger gets put on the back burner of his mind, Kaeya decides to make it his priority to look for you. He’ll be damned if you don’t want to be found. 

“Stubborn ass,” He murmurs as he heads out the gates, there are a number of places that you could be. Kaeya finds himself so focused, consumed with this one thing he wants so badly, that he doesn’t even blink as he passes the darknight hero. 

The redhead beside him lets out a noise that is somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. 

“(Y/N),” Kaeya calls when he sees you on the other side of the bridge outside the walls of Mondstadt, feet hanging off of the side while you stare at the ducks in the lake below. He sounds playful and that instantly causes your face to sour. Your lips purse at his voice, eyebrows furrowing together, you merely blink at Kaeya before turning your attention back to the water. “don’t ignore me, sweetest.” 

In a way, Kaeya is still trying to level his own anger. He’s still processing the effects of your previous conflict while balancing your current conversation. It takes him a moment or two to find the right footing. 

“What’s got you bothered, babe?” He sits down beside you very close to the point that there are mere centimeters that keep your thighs from touching. You look at him with a blank expression but Kaeya can see the irritation embedded in your features. “Oh?” He sounds amused when you ignore him once more but, that could be further from the truth. Kaeya is neither entertained nor delighted by this, no, he’s pissed. “Come on, talk to me,” He urges again and this time, he wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “you wound me, (Y/N).” 

“You wound me!” You finally snap at him, eyes filled with a rage that clearly hasn’t left you from before. “You think I’m weak!” 

“I do not, my darling. I just think you need some extra help whenever I can’t join you.” Kaeya’s words do little to soothe your anger, in fact, you just become more irritated. You attempt to push yourself up, to stand up and walk away from him but the captain pulls you tightly into his chest. “You’re not running away from me again~” Had you not been so upset you would have caved in at his honeyed words, taking a rest in his strong arms. “I just want you to stay safe, you get that, don’t you?”

Some part of you can understand that. 

“I’m sorry if I had upset you, sweetest, but I want to make sure nothing happens to you.” Almost as if he is trying to emphasize his words, Kaeya’s arms squeeze around you tightly. “Please let me protect you,”

“I can protect you too, okay?” You stubbornly stare at him and the challenge that rests within your eyes makes his heart flutter. “and myself.”

“Do you promise me?” Kaeya dips his head down, brushing his lips over yours. 

“I promise.”

And he seals that with a kiss. 

Xiao

If, for some reason, you end up in a disagreement with Xiao and you tell him to politely ‘fuck off’; he will respect your wishes. Xiao will respect it and you by keeping a safe distance of 50 meters between the two of you. Sorry to say this (teehee not really) but the adeptus will not let you out of his sight. He makes it his duty to protect you so when he ends up being the one that hurts you, he works tenfold to make up for it. Quietly, he will follow until you’re ready to come back and talk with him once more. 

“Leave me alone, Xiao.” You didn’t have to even look over your shoulder to tell he was there. Still, you frown when you see your boyfriend behind you perched on the top of a large rock. Irritation blooms in your chest and you hastily try to swallow it down by taking a few more steps down the dirt path. 

“Okay.” His voice is soft, almost as it if he speaks it like a promise. You sigh out in relief, feeling a weight lifting off of your shoulders because sometimes you just need space. But then he appears on another boulder in front of you, teleporting, and it almost feels as if he is mocking you. 

Xiao watches you carefully, he doesn’t let his amber eyes leave your sight for even a second as you continue to aimlessly walk through the Bishui plain. Had you not known him so well, you would have thought he was angry. His face is hard as his hollow eyes stare and stare to make sure you feel his presence all around you. 

This is a normal Xiao. Protective and kind, always worrying about you almost more than needed. No amount of arguing or convincing could get him to see that you’re fine without him hovering around you every second of every day. The mere thought makes you wince and ache blooms in your chest at the harsh words spat between the two of you earlier in the evening. 

You shouldn’t have called him obsessive and paranoid. 

He shouldn’t have called you weak and helpless. 

Carefully, you glance over your shoulder to look at him. Xiao looks lonely on the rock, he feels distant as his eyes wash over you. Almost to ask what’s wrong, he subtly tilts his head. 

You’re not ready to give in, not yet. You keep walking, ignoring the gentle breeze of air transporting around you until you reach a familiar rock. 

The earthly object is not hard to climb, it sits low enough that you can place yourself on it without any work. It provides such a pretty view of the plains, and the gentle green and yellow accents never fail to provide you with comfort and a sense of stability. 

Xiao lets you have your breath of air, he watches as you stare longingly at the scene in front of you. He doesn’t glance at it once, he’s meant to protect Liyue and will do so with his entire being when it comes down to it but-

But, something claws in his chest and urges him to protect you even more.

If you want space, he will give it to you. However, he will always see to it personally that you get home safely. His mortal treasure is more precious to him than duties. 

He can only stand you angry at him for so long. 

Xiao’s footsteps are silent, he moves so quietly that you don’t hear him but you always feel him when he is near. You know that he is now standing beside you, just a little behind so that he doesn’t impose on your view. 

“Are you ready to forgive me?” Xiao, as much as he doesn’t know about mortal emotions, knows how this needs to go. He asks for forgiveness, you grant it to him then you’re not angry with him anymore. He sees the scene play out time and time again between couples at the Wangshuu inn, but he would never admit that he pays attention to them.

“Have you even apologized yet?” You glance back at him, brief judgment in your eyes but any of your fighting spirit had diminished hours ago. 

“Oh,” Xiao quietly gasps, hiding the noise as he gently sits down next to you, he forgot about that part, didn’t he? “I apologize.”

“I’m sorry.” 

You both blurt it out at the same time and a heavy air descends upon the two of you. Xiao shakes his head before tilting it away from you as he lets his eyes glance over rock to rock. 

“You’re not weak.” His soft tone almost makes you melt and the quiet murmur makes your cheeks burst with heat. “I don’t want anything to ever happen to you. If you call for me, I will always be there.” 

You smile, you smile at him and he feels the stiff heart in his chest thump. 

“I know, Xiao.” His eyes widen as you rest your hand over his own, how can you be so kind and understanding? “I shouldn’t have called you those things, I didn’t mean it, I was just angry and took it out on you.” Xiao almost finds it hard to focus, your touch is so soft and your lips are so full underneath the moonlight. Oh, how can’t he kiss you at this moment? “I like my space but, only if you’re there to share it with me.”

#diluc ragnvindr x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x y/n #genshin x you

[eeunoia]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT!!

Jake, despite having this sweet boy aura around him he can also pass as the most notorious playboy in your univ. like seriously girls/boys will be down on their knees just to earn him!! and while i listen to THE WEEKND FT. JENNIE AND LILY - ONE OF THE GIRLS, i just lost it. instantly i thought of playboy jake and innocent!reader wanted so bad to be worthy of jake's attention, to be one of his girls. like deadass change the way she acts, her style—you know just everything it takes?! she will literally beg him for his attention, doesn’t really mind if he has all these other girls around him. finally, jake notices y/n. have fun with her, flirting with her in every frat parties, touching her chin while smirking dangerously enjoying how you blush just by the mere interaction, kissing you, sweet gestures, a whole lot of mixed signals, late night drives that serve as unofficial dates (at least for you) and you end up falling deeper in love. you start to crave more, from wanting to be just one of his girls, you dreamed of becoming the only one.

“i love you, jake.” you confesses, in hopes of your being returned.

jake smirks, trudges closer and carefully caress your face before scoffing lightly.

“you love me?” he asks softly. he snickers another sexy chuckle, “everyone does, honey.” he leans in and before your lips touch he moves away.

his wide grin has no mercy. “i’m sorry, but i don’t do love, y/n. i think you got too carried away by your feelings. all of these,” he says probably referring to the time you spent together, “i do all it with others as well. you aren’t the only one.” he said like a reminder.

that’s when reality hits you. this is jake sim, the notorius playboy. a tear fell from your eyes as your heart shatters into pieces. jake purses his lips as he tilts his head. those lips... those sinful lips.

“awe, my sweet y/n. did i break your heart?” he almost sound sincere, but his smirk was too evil.

“that’s what i do. i break pretty girl’s heart.”

AAAAAAACKKK TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE??? CAN SOMEONE RECO ME A FIC SIMILAR TO THIS DHAOBDKDKS IM GOING CRAZY FOR JAKE SIM

#—psyche #eeunoiawrites #eeunoia #jake sim #enhypen jake #enhypen #enhypen jake imagine

[erodasfishtacos]

Gone Too Long

Prompt: when YN doesn’t want harry to know she’s struggling (mlb!)

Warnings: a bit of angst

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Harry was struggling, he knew it would hard to leave YN and Easton for work but when the season actually started and he had to kiss them goodbye constantly…he hated it.

His teammates would go out to bars on the away game nights, drinking whether they win or lose, but Harry would head straight to his hotel room and sit on FaceTime for hours with his family.

He didn’t mention to YN that sometimes when they hung up for the night that he had panic attacks because it was too overwhelming to be away from them.

Harry was excited, always was when he got back into the city, and headed towards his home where his happiness was waiting.

It was late, two in the morning, he fully expected both his wife and baby to be asleep - Easton usually needed fed around four am.

He very quietly opens and closes the front door of their apartment, the lamps were all off and the only lights were coming from the busy city outside their windows.

Harry drops his suitcase and duffel near the entryway and begins to walk quietly towards the hallway.

He is surprised when he sees the nursery light on and a muffled voice that’s drowned out by a sound machine.

He’s really not trying to eavesdrop but he stops outside the half-cracked door to hear noise but not from Easton, from YN.

”I jus-He was eating on a normal schedule. Now he’s constantly wanting to be fed, nearly every thirty minutes to an hour but when he latches, he only wants to eat for a minute or two before he’s uninterested. I didn’t think anything of it but it’s night two of this,” YN sniffles, her voice cracks like it does when she’s trying to hold back intense emotion.

Then there’s silence as YN listens to whoever she is talking to on the phone.

”I’m just so stressed out, I don’t know if he’s eating enough but I think he is. I miss Harry,“ YN is crying by this point and his heart is shattering, “I don’t want him to think I’m a bad mom and I can’t handle it.”

Harry can’t listen to anymore without comforting his wife, he slowly pushes the door open so that he doesn’t startle her.

The room is dimly lit with just the fairy lights on, the sound machine playing rain sounds, and YN is sat in the rocking chair - holding the phone to her ear with one hand and the other is cradled around Easton.

Easton’s asleep against her breast, his little face smushed against the soft skin but even from the door, Harry can see how irritated and swollen her nipples are from the feeding him.

YN blinks up at him, her face is wet with tears and she just looks exhausted, three days on her own with a fresh baby was draining.

”Mama,” Harry murmurs, nearly a whisper, as he gets to her as soon as possible, his hands coming to cup her cheeks and kiss her forehead, nose, tear-damp cheeks.

“Ha-Harry’s home now,” YN says shakily into the phone, “Yeah, I will call you tomorrow. I’ll have him call too. Thank you, sorry for waking you. Love you, Anne.”

Harry’s glad that she called his mother when she felt like she was struggling and he was proud of her for reaching out.

”I’m sorry,” YN cries, her shoulders shuddering, even though she has nothing to apologize for.

“Hey, hey, mama. C’mon, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Harry soothes as he carefully transfers Easton from her arms to his so that he can get him back in the crib, flicking off the fairy lights, and reaching his hand out for his wife - grabbing the baby monitor.

He leads her out to the living room, where he sits on the couch and pulls her on top of his lap, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly to his chest.

Harry doesn’t say anything as she sobs into his neck, his hand sneaking under her tank top to rub at her warm back, his lips pressed to her temple.

It makes him want to cry.

He just holds her for a long while, rocking them back and forth as he whispers in her ear how much he loves her, how proud he is of her, of what a good mama she is.

After she gets her tears out, she sits up, still straddling his lap and kisses him firmly on the lips before pulling back and letting Harry wipe her wet cheeks.

”I’m sorry this is what you came home to,” YN mumbles with embarrassment, eyes diverting down to their laps to avoid eye contact.

It doesn’t work because Harry is tucking his finger under her chin to bring her gaze back up, “Do not apologize, my love. I want you to feel like you can call me when you feel this way. M’your husband, m’always gonna support you.”

”I-I don’t want you to think that I can’t do this or that I’m not a good mom,” YN sighs sadly, “I‘m trying my best and I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

”Do not even for a minute doubt your abilities as a mother,” Harry tells her seriously, ”You’re the best mama to Easton. We’re new at this and we’re young. I have all the admiration and pride in the world for you, darling.”

YN chuckles wetly, wiping her eyes again, “You’re too good for me.”

”No, the exact opposite,” Harry argues with a soft smile, “I don’t deserve you. Amazing wife, amazing mama, perfect f’me. Luckiest man alive.”

YN tries to bite down a shy smile, overwhelmed by the compliments as she nuzzles back into his chest and snuggles him.

”I think my mum should come stay with you when I’m gone for more than two days,” Harry says as he rubs up and down her back again.

YN sits up with confused eyes, “You just said you know I’m a good mom. Do you not -“

Harry cuts off her anxious thoughts, shaking his head, “It has nothing to do with your abilities. It would make me feel better if you had support when I wasn’t here. I don’t want you to be alone for days on end.”

YN nods with relief in her expression, “I think that would be good.”

”Okay, I’ll call her tomorrow. I know she wanted to help and be here with you guys,” Harry responds, they were both so tired.

”Mmm,” YN agrees lowly, her voice becoming groggy, eyelids heavy as she relaxes in his warm embrace but she’s quickly jolted when she hears Easton squeak before he begins to wail, “He’s hungry again.”

”Let me get him a bottle,“ Harry offers as he shuffles them until they stand up, about to go to the kitchen to unfreeze a packet of breast milk.

”No, I want to feed him,” YN insists as she intertwines their hands and pulls him towards the nursery, “Just sit with me.”

Harry helps her get situated back into the rocking chair with his hungry baby, he latches and begins to feed eagerly.

He has to push down the pain of not being able to be with them every second of the day but in these moments, he feels such deep love for his little family that it’s hard to breathe.

#mlb!harry #mlbrry #mlb!harry masterlist #harry styles writing

[hongcherry]

to fall again || k.hj

Seeing Hongjoong thrive in his passion for creating music sparks a revelation within you. You're slowly losing your fervor for dancing, which shatters your heart more than you’d like to admit. Can Hongjoong help you regain your passion, or must he watch you say goodbye to your first love?

🩰 Pairing: musician!Hongjoong x dancer!Reader

🩰 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG15; Fluff, angst hurt/comfort; Non-idol au, established relationship

🩰 Warnings: Feelings of being unhappy in life, indication of not feeling good enough/lack of self-confidence, kissing

🩰 Word Count: 1.7k

🩰 Project: This is for @pirateeznet’s First Anniversary Project! My prompt for this was, "Fever (losing your passion and frantically trying to regain it)." Thank you for having me on board! 😉

🩰 Author's Note: This one hits close to home 🥺

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The TV illuminates the dark room, various colors bouncing off the walls.

The volume is low since Hongjoong is sitting at his desk in the corner of the room. He has his headset on, but you still don’t want to be too loud.

A younger version of yourself dances across the stage on the screen. You’re dressed in a pirate costume along with your peers. It was a silly dance, but you were only six at the time. You thought you looked cool and were having fun moving your body. You didn’t care about much else.

“Yes!” Hongjoong exclaims suddenly.

Your eyes tear from the TV to look at him. He turns to you with a big smile on his face. It suits him well.

“I’ve finally figured out this section of the track,” he exclaims like a child who just got his first award.

“Oh? That’s great, Joongie,” you smile.

He takes off his headset and gestures for you to come over.

You clamber off the couch and make way to his makeshift studio. Your shared apartment is a decent size, but having one bedroom means your dining room has turned into his studio space. Not that you entirely care. You don’t need to eat there; there are other places.

“Here,” he says softly and guides the headset over your head. You adjust it slightly as he carefully lowers you to sit on his lap. You nod when you’re ready.

Music begins to play in your ears. You’ve heard this track before since he’s been working on it for a while. Despite this, you listen attentively—more so when it comes to the part he’s been struggling with.

Hongjoong massages the top of your thighs as he watches the track being played. He can faintly hear it from the headset you wear, and it makes him a little anxious to hear your opinion.

Once it ends, you carefully take off the headset and set it down.

“I think you have a winner,” you say and glance behind you.

Hongjoong beams, eyes wide with hope.

“You think so?”

You nod. “It sounds amazing. I can’t wait for others to hear it too.”

“Finally,” he sighs dramatically and hugs your waist tightly. “This damn track was starting to haunt me in my dreams.”

You giggle at his reaction and lean back into his touch.

Silence fills the room as you cuddle. Happiness for Hongjoong slowly fades and becomes replaced with your own sorrow.

Seeing Hongjoong so zealous for his dream awakened your repressed thoughts. Watching your old dance videos made your heart feel heavy. It was always nice to rewatch your past self, but now it just feels bittersweet. Almost… painful.

You feel like you’ve been dancing ever since you learned how to walk. Your parents are dancers, so naturally, you picked up the hobby. Only the hobby didn’t stay a hobby.

You got small gigs at local theaters; however, that career didn’t last long. You never made it to Broadway. Although it was never your goal to do so, there was a time when you were hopeful your talent would take you somewhere.

Now, you work as a part-time dance instructor and a full-time accountant. You’re not entirely unhappy. You enjoy sharing your passion with others as well as assisting with finances.

Though lately, your mood has been sour. You feel uneasy, a smidge guilty, and dreadful whenever you are inside the dance studio. You almost feel as if you don’t belong anymore. You can tell your students are worried for you, but you brush it off as being tired.

For a while, you believed that too.

You’re just tired. Some rest will bring back that happiness and thrill you felt when teaching.

Only it hasn’t.

“Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” Hongjoong asks calmly.

You sigh and pull yourself away from him to stand.

Hongjoong caught on to your gloomy mood in the early stages. You gave him the same excuses you gave to your students, but after a while, he knew it was more than just being tired. There was something deeper you were feeling.

There was some time when you didn’t even know what got you so upset. But tonight, after watching hours of your old dance footage, you discovered the reason.

You were falling out of love with dance.

You didn’t feel that passion you used to feel. Witnessing Hongjoong’s excitement for making music, made you realize you don’t share that same excitement when you dance anymore.

“I—” you begin to say. Saying it out loud would make it all too real. You didn’t want to believe you didn’t love dance anymore. You didn’t want to believe you no longer found happiness in it.

Sure, people change their interests all the time. Hell, Hongjoong could decide producing music isn’t his cup of tea anymore and switch to playing tennis.

But if you admit how you feel, it’ll feel like you’ve lost a part of yourself. Dancing used to be comforting. Now, it just reminds you of what you used to have.

Hongjoong stands from the chair to come near you. He angles your chin so you’re looking at him.

“I’m here for you,” he reassures sweetly. “Whenever you need me. I’m here.”

You offer a sad smile and nod. You know he is.

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I just don’t want to put it out into the world,” you explain.

He hums in understanding.

Slowly, your gaze shifts to the TV again. It’s a little difficult to see in this position, but you can still faintly hear the music being played. You recall the performance being at another competition, but this time dress like cowboys and cowgirls.

Hongjoong follows your gaze and exhales as he suddenly knows the problem.

You have this longing expression on your face that tells Hongjoong how much you miss it.

You miss being the one on stage rather than the one behind the curtains. You love teaching, but you also love performing.

Hongjoong steps away from you to pause the video.

You watch him confused. He moves to his desk again, fiddles with the keyboard, and then music plays. It’s not the same one as before, it’s slower. It’s one you haven’t heard.

“May I have this dance?” Hongjoong asks while he steps back in front of you, a hand outstretched.

“W-what?” you question, eyes glancing at his hand and then at his face.

He smiles. “Dance with me.”

“I’m not really in the mood, Joong,” you sigh.

Despite your rejection, Hongjoong’s grin doesn’t falter.

He reaches to grab your hand anyway, pulling you close and resting his other hand on your lower back.

“Then just let me hold you.”

You’re reluctant at first, but end up yielding to his request. The hand not in his hold raises to rest on his shoulder. You rest your head on his body and listen to his heartbeat.

You both stand still for some time, simply taking in the other's company as the music plays.

Eventually, Hongjoong begins shifting his weight. He’s swaying you to and fro, guiding you ever so gently to the looping track.

You don’t even realize what he’s doing until he starts adding some footwork.

One step back, you follow. One step to the left, you follow. Until he’s leading you around the room in small circles. You recall teaching him these steps one rainy afternoon. Plans for a picnic date soon detoured to ballroom lessons in the living room. After a couple of stepped-on toes, he eventually got it.

Hongjoong is a better dancer than he believes. Although you want to take ownership of that, you know he’s just a natural. Naturally born to be an artist in some way. Whether it’s through producing, singing, dancing, or fashion, he has that creative talent so many crave.

Hongjoong raises your joint hands and carefully uses his hand on your lower back to guide you into a spin. You smile at the action, following his lead and twirling under his arm.

In one swift motion after your twirl, Hongjoong wraps an arm around your back and tilts you back.

You laugh at him dipping you.

Hongjoong grins at the sound, leaning down and pressing a tender kiss on your lips.

You place a hand on the back of his neck as you return the kiss. He gradually raises you until you’re standing properly. His lips are still on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss isn’t frantic; it’s passionate and sensual—reminding you why you fell for him in the first place.

Hongjoong pulls away and stares at you with love in his eyes. You expect him to say something thoughtful, but instead, he asks, “Can you dip me now?”

You smack his chest playfully while you laugh. Though despite the reaction you reply, “Fine.”

You raise your arm and watch as Hongjoong spins before you lean him back. You have to use more strength than him to hold him. After a few seconds, you pull him up with a grunt.

Hongjoong laughs and once stable, grabs your face in both his hands and kisses you again. You both have a goofy smile on your lips as you do. It was a silly thing to do, but at that moment, you feel happier.

For the next few weeks, Hongjoong signs you both up for various dance lessons. And when you aren’t at a lesson, he prepares another artistic activity. Be it painting or reforming clothes, he has something planned. He doesn’t tell you why, but you know he’s trying to ignite that creative passion in you. He wants you to be able to be the dancer rather than the teacher—be the artist you loved being. Although the art activities are not dance-related, they can still inspire you in some way.

Even if your passion for dance hasn’t fully come back, you believe you can find it again with Hongjoong’s help. That, or you can let it go with gentler arms.

But with each dance lesson, you’re feeling that happiness you used to feel. You’re falling in love with the artistry all over again, and along the way, you’re falling for Hongjoong even more.

A/N: "A dancer dies twice—once when they stop dancing, and this first death is the more painful." - Martha Graham

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[sunshine-on-marz]

dean and sibling!reader who gets turned into a monster <of any sort>.

<the angst of dean having to hunt the person he used to hunt with>

Ouh. Oh ok. Oh.

Dean Winchester x Sibling! Reader

ANGST! CHARACTER DEATH!

it’s ok to break a promise

———————

This was never supposed to happen. This was never ever supposed to happen. The monsters should’ve stayed in your nightmares, he never should’ve taught you how to hunt, he never should’ve came and gotten you again.

“Hey- hey kiddo cmon. C’mon you gotta come with me” he urged you, going to reach for you. You jump back. “Dean I’m scared” You manage to choke out, something had slashed you up, and now you had tingling through your whole body “somethings wrong” you tell him, but he already knew that. He could see it in your eyes, much like you can now. As you stare at him, you can tell he’s tearing up. “Dean you have to..” you whisper, gesturing to his gun. “Are you insane?!” He screams “I’m not killing you! Not- you aren’t dying like this..” he was mad at first, but he just looks shattered. “Dean, we probably only have a few minutes, please. Please kill me while I’m still myself. Don’t want to die as a monster. Please don’t let me become a monster” and he knows he needs to listen. He’s never been able to say no to you, now wasn’t any different. The way your voice shook,it was all to familiar for him. “When you were little..” he starts “after mom died. You’d ask me all the time ‘Dean are you gonna die to?’” He lets out a small strained sob as he remembers your little face, full of all the fear, the same fear he’d promised himself to protect you from. The same fear on your face now. “And I’d say no. I said you’d never see me die.. Y/N I didn’t want to keep that promise”. You hated when he cried, even more when he was crying over you, you walk over and hug him. Tight. “Well I want you too” you whisper, tears streaming down your cheeks that he’s quick to wipe away, just for more to fall in their place. “I love you Dean” you choke out. “I love you too. With my heart and soul” you smile, and the gun sounds. He grabs you before you hit the floor, cradling your body the way he used to as a kid, when you’d fall asleep in the living room, only now you wouldn’t wake up in your bed the next morning. He layed you down outside, carefully wrapping your body in a tarp, placing a kiss to your temple and wiping the hair from your forehead before he covered your face. He burned your body before the sun even set. He couldn’t save you from the hunt, but he’d be damned if you came back as the hunted.

“I never would’ve started hunting if it meant I’d lose you” he says, out loud, hoping and praying that you’re somewhere where you can hear him. “I just wanted to save you. I wanted you to never have to deal with this stuff” he chokes out, tears slowly rippling down his cheeks. “You’d want me to keep hunting” he chuckles through his crying “I’ll try kiddo. I’ll try. Just know that I love you. And.. have a good conversation with mom and dad. I want you three to get along.” I want you to know a real family stays unspoken. “And for the record, you’d never have just been a monster. You’d still be the best thing on earth. You lived your life so well kid. I’m proud of you.” And with that, he walked back to the car.

Something on the floorboard catches his eye, a cassette had fallen from the box.

‘Mama take this badge from me’

Dean chuckles “Raised you right, didn’t I kid?”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #Dean Winchester x sibling!reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x you #supernatural #supernatural dean #dean supernatural #spn #spn dean #spn fanfic

[charcoalhawk]

Don’t listen to a word I say, the screams all sound the same

Wulf lives his life in missed moments, and then, he doesn’t live in any moment at all.

Content warning: death, murder

Title is from Little talks by Of Monsters and Men

Wulf knows he had a real name, once. Even mean people like the butcher who always overcharged mama had a name, but Wulf can’t remember his anymore.

But mama had always called him her little wulf, and during their special nights every month when they all moved on all fours and howled at the moon, he sometimes wished he could always be one.

He wasn’t even two hands old when he lost mama and his siblings to That Man. He had broken into their little home in the woods and hit mama so horribly on the head that she never got up again. He and his siblings had tried to run, but two loud bangs had them collapsing from where they were running beside him.

The only reason he survived was because he did the one thing mama told him to never do. That Man had caught him as he was trying to shake his sister Rosè awake, yelling horrible words as he shook Wulf. And in that moment Wulf had been so overcome with rage he disobeyed the most important rule.

He’d managed to twist and sink his tiny teeth into That Man’s arm, biting down as hard as he could.

That Man had screamed and hit Wulf, but it must not have been too hard because he woke up just as the sun was setting.

That Man’s body was lying a few feet away, face frozen in a horrible scream and body stiffer than frozen wood.

He had left That Man there to rot for what he had done, then very carefully carried his siblings back to their house.

It took him three whole days to dig a hole big enough for his family, but when he finally finished it he carefully brought them all down and arranged them like he cuddles piles they would have after every full moon.

After filling the hole he searched the whole forest until he found the three perfect rocks. And carefully rolled them to lie over where his family was buried.

For a long time no one else comes to their house. Wulf keeps it as clean as he can in honor of his mama, and the forest provides enough so he doesn’t starve.

No one from town ever comes out to look for him or even for his mama, something that both makes Wulf’s heart ache yet he’s immensely grateful for.

The seasons shift and Wulf grows and settles into his quiet life. The most he ever sees of other people is when the leaves shift and deer run aplenty. Then he’ll catch the occasional howl of hunting dogs or the bang that always brings back horrible memories.

Those are the few months he dreads the full moon, because the forest is never quiet, and he fears catching any kind of unwanted attention.

But all good things must come to an end. It's a warm spring night, with the full moon round and heavy overhead, when Wulf hears a cry shatter the calm of the night and sends birds fleeing into the sky in droves.

Although he knows nothing good will come of it, his curiosity drives him to find the source of that horrid sound. As he draws closer the cloying scent of blood begins to overwhelm all other senses.

He ends up finding them in a clearing. A young boy is hunched over a crumpled figure, as blood slowly covers the forest floor around them.

Wulf pokes his head out of the foliage, trying to get a better look. A gleam of metal directs him to the weapon lying next to the two, as a picture starts to form in Wulf’s mind.

In this form he can’t speak, but maybe he can get the boy to follow him and he can bring the older man over his back. He thinks he remembers the path to town, mama made sure he remembered where deer-tree was, because it meant you were getting too close to town on your own.

Plan made, Wulf huffs loudly to alert the boy so as not to surprise him. It works almost too well, and the boy yelps when he locks eyes with Wulf.

“Oh- oh please don’t eat me señor wolf, an-and you can’t have my dad either!”

Wulf shakes his head at that, why would he ever eat a skinny human when there’s so many deer around.

“Oh! Uh, you, you understand me?”

Wulf nods his head rapidly, then makes a point to gesture at the downed man then at his side.

“You’ll help? Oh thank you thank you!”

With the boy now understanding that Wulf means him no harm he moves more confidently into the clearing, the moon illuminating his midnight fur. Maybe after this he can invite the boy and who he assumes is the boy’s father to his home. Maybe he could even go back into the village and start getting the good meat from the butcher and he wouldn’t get overcharged and-

BANG

It takes a second for the pain to hit, but then Wulf collapses where he stood, a burning line of fire shooting though his entire body, radiating from his side.

“Glad I- I always keep a silver spare.”

It’s the older man, barely sitting up, clutching that weapon like a lifeline.

“But dad! He- he was just trying to help! Why did you shoot him!”

The boy is by his side, pressing an already bloody hand into the wound.

“It’s a monster, son. And you would do well to remember that. Now, help me up, we need to go report this to the bishop.”

“But if we don't help him he’s gonna die!”

“Bah. It’s better than it deserves. Now help me up now or so help me god you can go join it!”

The boy rests one last hand on Wulf’s injured side, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll come back, I’ll bring bandages and I’ll-!”

The bigger man rips the boy away, crushing grip tight against the boy’s slight frame. He shoves the boy ahead, away from Wulf.

Wulf whines and pants as the minutes drift by. The wound had slowly ebbed from a burning inferno into shooting pain with each breath. He can feel the moon begin to set around him, taking away its cool light and leaving Wulf cold and empty.

As the sun begins to rise Wulf swears he can feel other breaths around him, a rough tongue working out the knots in his fur. It reminds him of peaceful nights with his family, and as the sun rises, Wulf’s breaths slow.

With his eyes closed, it feels like his family is still curled around him.

#dp side hoes week 2024 #Wulf #danny phantom #injury’s #death #yay haha funny event #now let’s bring in the angst

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Blackmail

For @whumpawoman's Whump Girl Summer: Day 6, Blackmail

Valerian Ainsworth (mentioned) belongs to @wildfaewhump. Christopher Wickham (mentioned) belongs to @for-the-love-of-angst. 

CW: Sexually degrading language, blackmail, implied past noncon, panic attack

Robin pulls out their phone as they walk into the house. It’s silent, the ticking of the clock on the wall the only sound. They hum under their breath as they look through their emails, glancing at coupons from companies they’ve never bought from but for some reason still have their information.

There’s two voicemails in their inbox. One is from Gary, which they listen to first. He’s asking when is a good time to meet, preferably without the client there. Client. It sounds so sterile. So . . . detached. Client. 

Robin quickly calls Gary back. No answer, but they leave a voicemail agreeing to the plan. They are fine with not seeing Wick look like that again. The one time was almost too much. 

The second voicemail is from an unfamiliar number. Robin hangs their keys up next to the door and sits in the living room. They nearly delete it, but pause. Maybe it’s someone with information? Someone from Ezra’s work? What if something happened to their kids? 

They turn up the volume on their phone and hit play. 

I know you think you’re so high and mighty, taking on the whore case and making it seem like Wickham is the victim. 

The voice is garbled, scratchy, and echoes as if the speaker is standing at the end of a long tunnel. Robin grips their phone, desperate to turn it off, to stop themself from hearing the deluge that is coming, but they can’t. Their body refuses to move, trapped in place by their own fear. 

I know the truth. We all know the truth. Drop the case. You’re not clever enough to win. Mx. Ainsworth has friends in very high places, heights you could never dream of. If you don’t back down, you know what’ll happen to you. You’ve seen the videos. You want that to be you? 

Ice rushes through their veins. Breathe. In. Out. Again. Again. Turn off the voicemail, call Thad, stop listening, stop listening, stop listening, stop listening! 

Better yet, what about those little boys of yours? I’m sure Mx. Ainsworth would love to have them too. Hear them screaming? You’ve already seen Wickham whore himself out. I’m sure seeing your other strays do so would be nothing new. 

Robin can’t breathe. They know about my kids. They know about my kids. I’ve failed. They know about my kids. 

It would be so bad if this information were to get out to the public. You have such a cute little law firm set up and your husband looks so happy playing with the children. It would be such a shame to have all of that taken away. 

You’re a smart one. You know what to do. This is not a case you want to take on. If you do, there’s no telling what will happen to those you consider family. Just know that there are many people who will pay to see . . . certain videos of you. Just consider it very, very carefully. 

Have a good evening. 

The voicemail ends with a scratching click. Robin stares at the carpet, clutching their phone. They fight to draw in a breath. Then another. Then another. Keep breathing. Don’t stop. Keep breathing. 

They lean forward, letting out a gasping breath. Their head falls heavily into their hands and a broken sob slips from their lips. Ice coats their veins. Their heart shatters into hundreds of little shards. 

Call Thad. Call Thad. Call Thad. You know he’ll be able to help you. Call Thad. 

Their hands shake. They drop their phone to the carpet. 

I can’t. I can’t do this. 

They curl up on the couch and sob until they can’t breathe. When Thad comes home, they have pulled themself together enough to make it through the evening. They don’t need to tell him. There is no need to get him involved. 

They can handle this, just as they always have. One little phone call isn’t enough to scare them off. Not when this family is involved. 

Stick with the case, consequences be damned. Do this for Wick. Show them their threats mean nothing. Ainsworth has no power over you or your family. This is merely an empty threat. 

A desperate threat from a desperate person. Nothing more. 

#waw2023 #whumpgirlsummer #day 6 #blackmail #robin #sexually degrading language #implied past noncon #angst #panic attack #bbu #bbu universe #i have been waiting to post this one for so long

[ga-yuu]

[Domination Without Kotodama] - Sutokuin/Akihito Premium Story

Chapter 25

Warning! This story contains sexual content.

The curse started to take form.

(....Human?)

Akihito: "....! Ah..."

When the black haze began to take on a distinctly human shape, Akihito-sama's body shuddered.

Akihito: "......Father."

Yoshino: "Eh..."

Toba: "Aarr....Aarrrrhhh...."

(Is he Akihito-sama's father....?)

Yoshino: "But why."

Akihito: ".....I see. That isn't my real father."

Akihito: "The root of the curse that nestled in me was hatred from Toba."

Akihito: "The weakened curse is also pulling out my memories and turning into them."

(That's too cruel...)

People cannot easily deny what they see with their eyes and hear with their ears, even if they know it is a false image.

Toba: "Damn you, uncle!"

Toba: "I'll curse you! Everything you love. Your family, friends, and even your woman!"

Akihito: "............"

Yoshino: "Don't listen to him! Akihito-sama!"

The black hands of Toba stretch out to silence me-----

(No...)

Akihito: "Don't you dare touch her----ERASE!"

Toba: "Ku....!"

Toba's hand instantly rots away in response to Akihito-sama's words.

Toba: "Are you saying you'll kill your father again!"

Looking at Toba-in, Akihito-sama had the most beautiful smile in the world.

Akihito: "I have always wanted your love."

Akihito: "No. At least one righteously-spoken word or a non-hateful look would have filled it."

Akihito: "But I don't want it anymore."

(Akihito-sama...)

There is no hesitation on his face as if he has made a break with something.

Brutally and arrogantly----only Akihito-sama commands.

Akihito: ".....If you dare to hurt someone I love..."

Akihito: "You'll DIE ONCE AGAIN!"

(Ah....)

Trembling, Toba steps back.

The body shimmers from its contours as a black mist.

Toba: "Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse Curse......"

Toba: "...Nnn....ah......cur....se....."

Akihito: "Goodbye, father."

With a sound like something shattering, Toba disappeared completely.

(Ah....my body feels light)

The heavy coldness that had always been felt in the chest fades away.

Akihito: ".....! Yoshino."

The body, which had lost its strength, was held in place by Akihito-sama.

Yoshino: "Ah....sorry."

Akihito: "It's alright."

Akihito: "My body feels kind of weird too. Suddenly it's warm and it's like my feet aren't on the ground."

Yoshino: "Does that mean the curse is broken?"

Akihito: "Yeah, I see. That feeling that was familiar to me is all gone now...."

Akihito-sama quietly moves away and carefully checks himself...

Akihito: "...The wound you forced closed when we tied our souls together is still there."

Akihito: "But----the pain is gone."

Yoshino: ".....if you'll excuse me for a moment."

I hastened to check the arrow wound that should have been in his chest.

(The wound itself is indeed still there, but the bleeding has stopped...)

I sighed in relief.

Akihito: "Only the compensatory pain has disappeared with the unraveling of the curse?"

At that time, Akihito-sama's body suddenly trembled....

Akihito: "Ah..."

I can feel Akihito-sama's heart beating dutifully through the skin I come into contact with.

Akihito: "------It's hot."

Yoshino: "Akihito-sama!?"

I try to check on the situation.

But Akihito-sama controlled my worry with one hand.

Akihito: "....I'm fine. I'm not that weak."

As he said, the sound of the chest gradually became louder and louder.

Yoshino: "Then what's going on....?"

Akihito: "..........."

Akihito-sama, with his hand on his own chest, murmurs somewhat.

Akihito: "Somehow, I know. .....No, I'm strangely sure."

His beautiful eyes turned to look at me.

Akihito: "----My physical time is on the move."

Yoshino: "Eh....."

(.....! That's right, Akihito-sama's body has not aged for a long time since a certain time)

One time, I had asked Yasuchika-san about this.

-----FLASHBACK-----

Yasuchika: "The way I see it, once you're sealed in, the connection between the curse and the soul becomes stronger....."

Yasuchika: "So the physical time has stopped."

Yoshino: "It must be lonely, being the only one to not age."

Yasuchika: "-----I don't know."

Yasuchika: "Akihito-sama probably thinks of it this way."

Yasuchika: "......'As long as he's mortal and doesn't live long, there's nothing wrong with him."

------FLASHBACK ENDS------

(Since the curse disappeared.....it means that Akihito-sama is no longer immortal, right?)

Yoshino:".....Really?"

Akihito: "-----I can clearly feel something that was being held back start to flow out."

Akihito: "I'll ask Yasuchika later, but I'm sure of it."

Akihito-sama once said to me 'It is difficult to keep pace with your partner and walk on the same path.'

(He had a look on his face that said he deserved to give up everything)

Now----In the expression on Akihito-sama's face in front of me, is a lovely, sincere feeling.

Akihito: "I can mark time with you and walk at the same speed."

Akihito: "Is it okay to have such a deep pleasure in my life?"

Yoshino: "Of course, Akihito-sama got back what he lost."

Yoshino: "You really deserve to be happier than anyone else...."

(Ah...How can I only say this?)

It is frustrating that I can only give you poor words for such a wonderful miracle.

(This is a....real blessing)

Yoshino: "....I'm so happy for you."

Akihito: "....Mm."

Tears, which I thought had dried up, welled up and spilled from the depths of my eyes.

When Akihito-sama saw this, he simply consul, as if he had forgotten to say something.

Yoshino: "....Congratulation....Akihito-sama."

As if touching something broken, Akihito-sama reaches out his hand to my cheek and wipes the tears from the rims of my eyes.

(If I don't stop crying, it will annoy Akihito-sama)

Despite this though, later and later tears wet the white fingertips.

Akihito: "Thank you, for always giving me your beautiful feelings for me."

Yoshino: "Akihito-sama..."

Akihito: "I can do this....thanks to you, Yoshino."

Eyes filled with soft light approached.....

Yoshino: "Mm...."

I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth.....

-----Not long afterward, the wards disappeared along with the light that had enveloped us.

Yasuchika-san immediately realized that the physical time of Akihito-sama's body had begun to move....

I was also able to thank Tamamo, Kurama, and Ibuki when I met them again.

(It's late and we've all had a good night's rest tonight....)

I met up with Benkei-san and Sueharu-san once to check on the situation.

The unravelling of the curse seems to have completely undone the brainwashing of the enemy soldiers and caused mild confusion.

Now, Benkei-san's small unit and the Shogunate unit led by Tamamo are jointly under surveillance.

Yoshino: "It's going to be a busy day tomorrow with lots going on."

Akihito: "Yes, I suppose so. For the time being, I'm glad I promised Yasuchika we'd talk in the morning."

(You said you wanted to apologize and thank him properly)

When we returned to the empty mansion where we had been temporarily staying, Akihito-sama and I were finally relaxing.

Akihito: "By the way.....Yoshino."

Yoshino: "Hm?"

Akihito: "Are you feeling okay? Using the curse that much must have drained all your energy?"

(Even though you yourself inhabited a much larger amount of curses)

Yoshino: "I was just a bit sluggish from overuse of the different powers. It went away when I rested."

Yoshino: "After all, it's difficult to use Kotodama as freely as Akihito-sama does."

Yoshino: "It's because I've been put on the spot that I know the difference..."

Akihito: ".........."

(What's wrong?)

Akihito: "Also, I want to apologize to you again."

Akihito: "I'm sorry I hurt you a lot. Even though I was trying to push you away, I forced upon you using Kotodama...."

Yoshino: "Oh, that!"

I recalled my body reacting very sensitively to Akihito-sama.

My cheeks get hot.

Yoshino: "Please forget that!"

Akihito: "No. For the time being, I've decided not to touch you in that way."

(Eh?)

Yoshino: "N....Not touch me?"

Akihito: "Because I'm sure you'll be scared..if I..."

(He's making such a deary cute face!)

Yoshino: "There are times even Akihito-sama can't read my mind, can he?"

Akihito: "Eh?"

Yoshino: "....I think I would be lonely if the man I love didn't touch me at all."

Akihito: "........"

(At that time, it was too one-sided, so I didn't like it)

At that time-----it was sad that I was the only one indulging in pleasure and Akihito-sama didn't want me.

Sitting down, I leaned into Akihito-sama's arms.

Yoshino: "Hey, why don't we...make some new memories?"

Akihito: "-----You won't regret it, right?"

Yoshino: "I believe that Akihito-sama wouldn't hurt me no matter what."

Akihito: "....Thank you."

A hand touches my cheek tracing my contours.

A smiling face soon approached me.......

Yoshino: "Mm..."

Our lips meet and quickly part leaving a slight warmth behind.

Akihito: "I love kissing you on the lips."

Akihito: "A light touch is enough to fill the heart."

Yoshino: "Me...too..."

The hand is scooped up and his lips kiss my fingertips, knuckles, and the back of my hand.

His other hand pulled me in and dexterously held me from behind.

Akihito: "You're so warm."

Akihito: ".....I love your body heat."

While whispering sweetly into my ear, his lips touch my earlobe.

Akihito: "I thought it was a sin to hold you. But now I don't want to let you go, no matter what the punishment."

The repeated kisses on the neck and then the ear turn into a thrilling stimulation.

A hand, which had been carefully stroking my head, suddenly slid down and traced my body.

Yoshino: "Ahh...Ah..."

A warm palm soon moves inside the kimono.

(W-Wait.....I'm getting impatient)

I could feel Akihito-sama's fingertips over the tips of my breast thinking about whether to touch it or not.

The moment I flinched, I held my breath.

Yoshino: "..Ahh...!"

A tongue slides over my red ear.

Akihito: "I also like your voice."

Akihito: "When I see you holding back so hard, it makes me want to hear more."

(So unfair)

The whispers invade my head and the heat in my body rises.

.....In the meantime, I heard the sound of my obi being unraveled.

Yoshino: "Akihito...sama..."

Fingertips trace the skin beneath the stripped robe.

The areas that had been touched through the cloth all along had become embarrassingly red.

Yoshino: "Mmm..Mmm....!"

He pinches and rolls my nipples with his fingertips and my hips sway flaccidly.

(Why am I so sensitive.....)

Another hand slid down to my lower abdomen, sending a constant sweet stimulation.

Yoshino: "Nn....Ahh....Mmm...there....."

Akihito: "Here?"

The palm of the hand repeatedly traces the soft skin on the inside of the thigh.

Whenever he lightly bent his finger and scratched at a sensitive spot, my voice rose.

Yoshino: "Ahh....Mmm...Mmm.....!"

(I'm already....)

Akihito: "What wrong? Yoshino."

Yoshino: "You're...being mean..."

Akihito: "No."

Akihito: "Last time I was too hasty, so today I'm taking my time."

The edge of my ear is bitten.

Akihito: "But...look."

Akihito: "Your legs are all open now. You're telling me to touch you here more, right?"

(T-That's....)

When he easily points out my cajoling posture, begging for more...

My skin burned with unbridled shame.

Akihito: "Which is more embarrassing, to open your body at will or to be subjugated by Kotodama?"

Yoshino: "I don't know...."

Akihito: "That's a problem. When you say things like that, it makes me want to keep trying until I figure it out."

Akihito: "Apparently I still like to hunt you down with words...even if I don't use Kotodama."

Yoshino: "Akihito-sama...please....I...Ahh Ah!"

My body jumps at the direct stimulation finally given.

Akihito: "I'm sorry I'm like this, okay? But I can't let you go now.....so just keep on purring prettily in my arms."

Akihito: "Does it feel good?"

Akihito-sama lovingly stroked my hair as if to console me.

He puts his hand on his own obi and slowly unravels it.

Akihito: "Yoshino."

Yoshino: "Yeah.."

Our naked bodies overlaps and the boundaries between each other become unclear.

Yoshino: "....Nn...Ahh....!"

I breathed shallowly, swept away by the messy mixture of pleasures.

Akihito: "I love you..I love all of you."

The words were soon confirmed with a kiss.....

It was carved inside me sweeter than any Kotodama.....

Chapter 26

#ikemen series #ikemen mc #otome #cybird #ikegen #main story translations #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden akihito

[yourmamakira]

Yandere!DreamWasTaken × Reader

Pronouns: none used

TW: Stalking

Part 2: If I had a Penny...

I let out a shaky breath as I sat in class writing down notes in my notebook. I tried my hardest to ignore it. That feeling again.

Of being watched. Ever since I talked to Sap this morning it has gotten worse. Like this person has eyes everywhere. Like there around ever corner.

Maybe I'm just paranoid. Maybe I'm just dizzy from not eating this morning

I suck in a breath silently trying to rid of this feeling.

I look up at the teacher attempting to pay attention.

My leg is bouncing so much my desk is starting to move with it. I bite my nails as my Eyes dart around the Dead silent room.

I inhale a breath. I need to take a break before I have an outbreak.

I stand up grabbing my back pack standing up going to the front of the class.

"Can I go to the bathroom"

The teacher looks at me then he sighs.

"Sure"

I internally Let out a sigh of relief as I exit the Class room.

I walk through the Silent Pink Blue and White themed walls. I enjoy the silence as I make my way to the bathroom. But the nearest Bathroom is All the way across the school. I don't know why, But I'm not complaining much. The walk isn't far.

I arrive at the bathrooms and just before I was about to open the door a heard a shose scrap.

I froze. Afraid of what I would see if I turned around. Stupid I know, stupid because it gave just the right amount of time for the culprit to get away.

Or in this case.

Closer.

I wipped around, my heart beat sped up. It was now racing. Somthing my feet always fail to do.

My breath becomes heavy as I turn back around to go into the bathroom.

I got in and walk into one of the stalls. I take off my back pack and sit on the toilet seat attempting to catch my breath. After a few minutes of calming down I got to grab my back pack but stop at the sound of the bathroom door shaking.

I gasp and scoot back on the toilet putting my feet up on the seat and my back pack behind me. I wanted whoever was entering in the bathroom to not know I was in here.

The door to the bathroom creeks opens as I listen carefully. Maybe it was a teacher, if it was I had nothing to worry about but a detention for not being in class.

As I held my breaths the foot steps got closer, and closer. The thoughts about it being a teacher were throw out the window when the person began to breathe. It was a man. A heavy man at that. 6 foot at least. His future nearly...fimiler.

I held my breath and put my hand over my mouth.

I started to shake as whoever was in here with me. Stopped infront of the stall I was in. My eyes widened and my heart stopped. I swaer I didn't breath. Didn't move an inch.

The bathroom stalls were very low quality. So there was an ever so slight crack in the stall. I looked up.

Breath shaky, as I met eyes with whomever was behind the door. He knew I was in here. I couldn't see his face as he was wearing a mask but I could tell

As I moved my hand from over my mouth and choked out a sob he let out a laugh and he started to shake the door attempting to get in

Out of pure fear I let out a blood wrenching scream, like the ones you hear in the movies but 100 times louder. I was sure the whole school could hear me.

The person covered his ears and left the bathroom, I heard glass Shattering. He had punched the glass to the windowopen to escape. I started to sobb even more as I repeated over and over

"LEAVE ME ALONE" "LEAVE ME ALONE" "LEAVE ME ALONE" "LEAVE ME ALONE"

I couldn't stop shaking and my ears were ringing. My eyes were going hazy. So hazy I didn't hear the teachers and students piling in asking what was wrong.

They somehow managed to get the door open and after that was a blur

_____

I wake up in the comfort of my bed at home. I grogly open my eyes as I look around, the first thing I spot is a sleeping Nick on the arm chair, he must of pulled it from all the way downstairs into my room.

I let out a shaky breath as I rack my brain to try and remember what happened before I got here...

I left the classroom.

I went to the bathroom...

I went into...the..stall...

And then...

And then.

And then somone follow me.

I let out a small sob as tears pricked my eyes.

Im not normally a soft person. But the thought of me having a full blow stalker, and he knows where I go to school Makes me want to kill myself.

I hear shuffling from next to me and Nick shoots up and looks at me

"Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?! Do you need food and water?? DO-"

"Nick. I'm okay"

"Are you sure?"

I look down at my hand. I don't wanna worry him some more. I hate seeing him like this

"Y/n...please. tell me what happened"

I let out a sigh as I slowly sat up resting my head on the back board.

"I had that feeling again. The feeling i told you about that morning. It wouldn't go away, I couldn't focus I couldn't stay still. So I needed a break. Away from people. So I went to the bathroom. And...right before I went intot he bathroom. I heard another pair of foot steps." I stopped and looked over to nick

He had wide eyes as he wanted mr to continue

"So I went in ignoring it. I went into a stall and took a break. After a while I was gonna leave but then..."

"...then?"

"Then someone came into the bathroom..."

"What??"

"I thought it was a teacher so I kept quite. But then he breathed. And he got closer and closer until be was standing infront of the door..." my breath got caught in my throat. Tears threatening to fall

"And then...and then he looked through the crack in the door. He tried to get in Sapnap!" I cried. Renewing the memories from not long ago

Sapnap came up next to me and embraced me into a hug. I sobbed into his shoulder. I just wanted this creep to fuck off. He was ruining my life.

Sapnap sighed deeply "We're getting this resolved now. I'm calling the police, hopefully that'll help"

I nodded and for the rest of Day Sapnao never left my side. The police were called and they did an investigation, checking the house and doing other things they wouldn't tell me. But I don't care. As long as the problem was solved.

And for the next few days, the feeling didn't come back, Sapnap was almost always by my side and I felt safe. I haven't seen Clay in a long while either, which was strange considering he lived with us.

I was weridly...gald. he wasn't here. I didn't like his vibe. But I wouldn't tell Sapnap that

Clays his best friend, he loves him like family. So I just have to live with him for a while longer until I go back home.

Hopefully, my stalker gets caught before then.

Now. All I have to do it wait.

If I had a penny for everytime I used that out of context, I would hire somone to put me down.

Hello! Sorry this took so long to get out. I didn't like how it was going and don't like how this chp turned out. But its don't none the less

Part 3 here

Yandere!smp Master List

[the-nexus]

" Look after His Majesty in my absence, and should a SINGLE scratch be found on his body later on that wasn't previously accounted for, I will personally dispose of you myself. "

Perhaps it's hypocritical of him to be treating another guard like this, when Lucifer had been forced to jump in and save his pathetic hide amidst the last battle, but the king's safety came first and foremost over his own feelings. Right now, he didn't feel SUITED for the honorable job bestowed upon him, feeling weak and FILTHY and a myriad of other self loathing things that had him distancing himself from both the king and the other guardsmen.

It shouldn't have turned out that way... Lucifer SHOULDN'T have gotten hurt, too, because of his personal knight's own ineptitude, but that's precisely what had happened, and Alastor... cursed deities, he HATES it. He hates HIMSELF. He isn't one to throw a PITY PARTY, but this... this is DIFFERENT. This is his superior, his LOVER, that he's FAILING... and fuck, fuck, FUCK he HATES it.

He tears his room apart in frustration, throwing things against the wall and shoving things off the surface of whatever was within reach, before retreating to the balcony for a touch of fresh air. How is he to face his beloved now, after so shameful a performance?

@tenebriism || Alastor [Royal Guard]

The King rouses from his sleep, eyes cracking open to one of his many guards posted at his side. But why this one? Where was Alastor? Where was his beloved? His heart started to race as he attempted to rise from the bed, the aches of his own wounds only slowing him, but not keeping him down. He recalled Alastor's injuries in the latest attack.

"Sir! Sir, you should rest! You're still not healed!"

Lucifer waved off his words, stumbling slightly as he reached for his coat. "Why are you here, Lox? Where is Alastor?" he demanded to know as he lay the jacket over his shoulders, knowing it would aggrivate his bandaged wounds should he fit it on.

"He…He's not here, Your Majesty. He asked me to watch over you."

The Royal slowly staggered his way out of his room, ordering the other guard to leave him, before proceeding down the hall. He had a sense of what the reasoning was for Alastor having chosen to leave his side and he was not about to let such a thing be allowed.

The sound of shattering glass and a multitude of other objects colliding with the floor, door, and walls reached his ears. Carefully, he moved to Alastor's bedroom door, reaching for the handle, only to find it locked. Then silence fell through the room. And Lucifer simply listened for a moment, hearing the departing footsteps.

He was certain his lover wouldn't open the door, even if he asked him to. He could unlock it himself with the use of magic, but doing so and trying to navigate in his condition around the debris on the floor would be foolish. So, he decided to do something else.

A warm breeze flowed through the air, the kingdom below clearly having taken significant damage. And Lucifer observes for a moment, the condition of his kingdom, before turning his gaze to his guard. Silently, he descended, wings of ivory and crimson bringing his feet to gently touch the balcony a mere step from his guard. He closed that miniscule gap and wrapped his arms around the other, burying his face into his back for a moment.

"It wasn't your fault."

He stepped around the other, bringing those hands to rest upon Alastor's face. "Don't you blame yourself for what happened. Don't. You. Dare." His words were adamant, yet his gaze was soft. "Yes, I got hurt, but not because of you."

"I chose to take those injuries and would do it again for eternity." Whether Alastor protested or not, Lucifer drew him in for a tender kiss. "Please…don't leave my side. I need you with me. Always." Thumbs stroked his beloved's cheeks softly. "I'm nothing without you. Nothing matters if I don't have you. They can take my kingdom, but I won't let them take what's most precious to me."

#muse;;lucifer #tenebriism #You've Got That Power Over Me [Lucifer x Alastor] tenebriism #You can't expect him to stand by and watch you get hurt Al! #You may protect your king #BUT THE KING WILL PROTECT HIS LOVER #HE WILL PROTECT YOU!!! #v; The King and His Knight [HH AU]

[j-graysonlibrary]

Heartbeats; Paradise IX

Title: Heartbeats; Paradise

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 112K

Genres: Psychological thriller, drama, sci-fi, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Melvin Hardy and Kade Axel appear to be a match made in heaven. After a meet-cute in the rain, the two quickly find themselves in a burgeoning, wholesome relationship.

Yet, things feel…off. It isn’t the ghosts of their pasts that resurface to test the strength of their partnership—no—it’s something nebulous. Something indescribable. Melvin can’t put his finger on it but, the more time he spends with Kade, the more he starts to wonder what’s real and what’s pure fiction. 

IX:

“There’s an explanation for this, I swear,” Bree says, forcing my attention back on her. She’s sweating and she stares directly at Kade when she says, “If you’ll just listen to me…”

“Stay out of my head, witch!” Kade shouts and buries his axe in the man again. He yanks it out in a hurry before shoving the body toward us.

While we’re all, collectively, caught off guard, he runs.

“Shit!” Oz curses and dives forward to pull the couch back and make a path for us to follow.

I run through first, leaping over the body in the middle of the floor. As I turn into the hall, I hear the sound of glass shattering along with a loud grunt.

“Kade!” I yell out and then run into the open bedroom where I’m stopped immediately.

The window is shattered with a chair halfway outside of it and Kade is nowhere to be seen. What stops me, however, isn’t the feeling that I can’t catch up to him but the copious amounts of body parts littering the floor and blocking the way to the window.

These people weren’t simply axed in the back—they were dismembered and hacked to pieces. It reminds me of the ice cream shop and my throat immediately tightens.

That was probably Kade’s doing too.

I could throw up, cry, and pass out all at once.

Luckily, Oz joins me and I lean against him, exhausted. He wraps an arm around me and I feel him sigh. He sounds more exasperated than he does deeply disturbed.

“He got away then?” Bree asks from the hall.

Oz and I both turn and stare at her. I’m not sure what to say and my heart can’t decide how to feel either. She seems legitimately worried about Kade but the accusations he flung at her buzz around in my head like a cloud of angry bees.

“Was he right?” Oz asks and takes a defensive step between me and Bree. “About you being the one in his head? About you being involved?”

Bree backs away, against the wall, and throws her head back on it. She takes a deep breath and then sighs out on the exhale. “There’s an argument to be made about my involvement but I can promise I was never the one in your heads.”

“How do we trust you?” I ask as I watch her carefully.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to catch her in a lie based solely off of her body language but I have the feeling I’ll be able to tell in some instinctive sense whether I can rely on her or not. I want to, in my heart, but I fear that’s only because the alternative of being stuck in this world with an enemy is too awful to face.

She closes her eyes for a moment before looking at me and not breaking contact. “You may not be able to. I haven’t been forthcoming and, while I have my reasons, I can see how it’s hard for you to just take my word.”

“If you know that then tell us more,” Oz demands, sounding about at his limits.

“I will. Once Kade is with us.” Bree crosses her arms. “I took Nate and Starla to the rec center at the edge of town. It’s where I’ve been staying since I got here…” She keeps her eyes on me when she says, “Melvin, I need you to find Kade and bring him there. Then I’ll tell you everything and answer any questions you have.”

I don’t let Oz speak since I know he’ll probably just keep arguing with her. As much as I want to know the truth as well, Bree has made it abundantly clear that she’s not budging on the matter.

“Where do you think he’ll be?”

She chews over her lip and finally breaks eye contact. “I…I don’t know. But he can’t leave town. That doesn’t leave him with all too many hiding spots.”

“I take it you have no intention of helping?” Oswald remarks, giving the exact attitude I was afraid of.

Bree doesn’t seem to take it personally, however. “You saw how he reacted around me. I’m the last person he wants to see right now.”

“And you think he wants to see me?” Oz quirks a skeptical eyebrow.

He’s got a point.

“You’re at least big. You can help subdue him if needed. I can’t do much but chase him away.” Bree sets her hands on her hips. “Besides, I need to get back to base…I need to check something.”

I look over at Oz who glances to the side and meets my gaze. He’s still on the fence but I know he’ll follow my lead here.

And I can’t leave Kade out there to axe everyone in his path. Plus, if we bring him to Bree and actually get to hear the truth, I believe any amount of hardship is worth it.

We need answers.

“We’ll head back home and try to figure out a plan,” I say with as much authority as I can muster. 

“Following any blood trails is probably a good bet,” Bree remarks with a sigh before turning and walking back down the hall.

The shattered window is, technically, the closest exit but none of us wants to walk through the forest of blood and body parts to get there.

“I’ll drop you off since I brought you here,” she says as we carry on, toward her car, “Then I’m off to the rec center.”

We pile into her car and I don’t bother to put my seatbelt on. Unless Bree intentionally drives into a lamppost, I don’t think I need to worry about being safe in a wreck. Plus, I’m too antsy to be strapped down even for a second.

My leg bounces as my mind is bombarded with thoughts—many of which aren’t even complete or even make sense. Feelings of dread and disgust are shrouding most logical thoughts and I struggle to keep a straight head. Each time I blink, I see the unhinged look in Kade’s eyes as he attacked that man.

He was smiling.

I shake my head and try to focus—especially when Oz and I get back to my apartment. We step out of Bree’s car and she peels off immediately.

“Think she’ll actually be at the rec center?” Oz asks as he watches her car disappear down the road.

I frown. I can’t afford to worry about that. I don’t think there’s enough room in my mind for it. “She will be.”

He turns toward me with a frown. “You really have that much faith?”

It’s not about faith, I want to say but I just shake my head. “We need to focus on Kade right now. We’ll worry about Bree afterward.”

Oz walks closer and rests a hand on my shoulder. The small touch is nearly enough to send me into a sobbing fit but I hold it in. We definitely don’t have time for that.

“Are you okay, Melvin?” he asks with such a soft, caring inflection.

It hurts.

Everything hurts.

My brow furrows and I look down at the pavement. I can’t answer without my voice cracking and giving my emotional state away—I can feel it. And, as much as I would love for Oz to stop everything and comfort me, I can’t let Kade chop up the whole world in the meantime.

The shadow that comes over me lets me know that Oz is standing even closer. He touches my other shoulder and rubs his thumb in circles. “I know you still care about Kade…that must have been really hard to see. I’m sorry.”

I feel a tingle in my throat and I fight to keep the tears from my eyes. Despite knowing it’ll be even more difficult for me, I raise my head to meet Oz’s gaze. “It’s not over.”

“…Right. We need to find him.” He sighs and lets me go before walking toward the apartment. “Have you thought of any places he might run to yet?”

With a frown embedded on my face, I push into my home and head straight for Oz’s piles of conspiracy papers. I know he has a map stuffed in there somewhere so I flip through until I find it.

“Here we are,” I say and snatch it up.

Oz is closer than I realize so when I turn and try to walk, I bump directly into him. We both let out a surprised, “Oof” and Oz chuckles under his breath afterward. “Sorry,” he says, “Didn’t mean to get in your way.”

As frazzled as I still am, I’m able to spare a smile. It’s probably the first one I’ve been able to muster since our morning together and it’s a relief I’m still capable of it after such a horrific afternoon. Again, I remind myself it’s not over but I do allow myself to revel in the moment. Just a little.

I slap the map against Oswald’s chest. “Help me look over this,” I say and keep my smile.

He nods and takes the paper from me. I work on clearing off the coffee table so we have room. I also turn on the light overhead before kneeling down beside Oz to stare at the map.

There are already markings on it from when we discussed the borders of town being the farthest any of us could travel. That discovery had been more on Oz than me although, in retrospect, it is quite obvious to me as well.

During the time immediately following his jailbreak, Oz attempted to leave town from a couple of different paths. Each saw him walking back into town despite having walked directly forward.

On the map there are small “x”s on each of the areas that Oz attempted to escape from. They are each along a road—two ends of the same highway and a couple of back roads.

Now that I’m looking at the map again, I see that the rec center Bree wants to meet at is at the very north of town, right next to one of those false exits. I wonder if she knows just how stuck we are.

“Alright…” Oz mutters under his breath as he pops off the cap from a pen. I’m not even sure where he’s gotten that from. I certainly didn’t see him pick it up.

But I am still very out of it.

I push up my glasses and pinch the bridge of my nose.

I need to get it together.

“We are here.” Oz marks the area of the apartment.

My heart skips a beat when he removes his hand and I see where the pen mark is.

It’s the center of town.

Dead in the middle.

The very heart of this world.

A chill runs down my spine and I swallow hard. If I didn’t already know I was a main character in some sorry excuse for a story, this would have told me.

“And here is the rec center.” Oz carries on, taking no notice of my stiffness at his side. He circles the area at the top of the map and then pulls back. “Now where might Kade go…?”

I reach over and take the pen from his hand before scribbling down to the east. “He’s already hit the ice cream shop so I doubt he’ll go back there. Plus, last time I went, there weren’t very many people.”

“Okay.” Oz nods and then points to the space beside the strip mall. “Does that rule out the park here too?”

I make the “X” bigger. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“So we need to focus on places where there might be a lot of people?”

It’s a safe assumption but, with how empty the world has become, I’m not sure if that helps us narrow anything down.

I mentally run through every place Kade and I went to and try to put myself in his shoes as best as I can. Even if he’s noticed the decrease in people he would probably still target a place where there had been a crowd before in the hopes that more than just a handful of people will be there.

The boutique downtown is an option but it’s quite far. Like the rec center, it’s almost at the border but all the way to the south.

I’m hesitant to head straight there when I’m not completely sure of myself.

“A question mark?” Oz asks as I mark the spot.

“It’s a possibility,” I explain, “But I want to have a few options before we set out.”

“That’s smart,” he replies and then sighs. “Are there other options, though?”

“Boutique…the bed and breakfast…no, that was pretty sparse…” I mutter to myself as my eyes scan the map relentlessly. Then I gasp as the answer hits me like a ton of bricks. I’m honestly surprised Oswald didn’t mention it before me. “The mall!”

“You counted that out, didn’t you?” Oz regards me with confusion.

I shake my head fiercely and then draw a large circle a little west of my apartment. “The indoor mall! Remember when you first saw Kade?”

A light comes on in Oz’s eyes as well. “Right! It was crowded as hell then!”

I grin. “I’m sure this is it.”

He leans over and plants a quick, excited kiss on me. “You’re a genius. Let’s go.”

Hearing that from him means a lot but I don’t have time to linger on it. I grab the map (on the off chance I’m wrong and we need to consult it again) and stand up, ready to march.

#heartbeats paradise #my novel #my writing

[jdgo51]

DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR JANUARY 6, 2023

Can You Hear It?

By Patricia Kinner Kelly (Florida, USA)

READ 1 KINGS 19:11-18

"After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave."

1 KINGS 19:12-13 (NIV)

"I enjoy eating yogurt in the morning. My cat, Cali, also loves yogurt, but she is often curled in a sunspot in another part of the house when I am ready to eat. No matter where she is, she comes running whenever she hears the small sound of my peeling back the cover of the yogurt.

Over the years I have wondered how to hear God’s voice and call in my life. I tune into God’s loving presence by reading the Bible and The Upper Room, journaling, spending time in community with my church family, talking and sharing with friends, and praying. And Cali’s response to my small sound each morning makes me realize that when I pay attention I can “hear” God’s voice.

I hear God in a Bible verse or a devotion that resonates or a journal entry that reveals a hidden truth. God’s voice is in a phrase from a sermon that stays in my heart and in conversations that suddenly create a deeper spiritual connection to God. When I am in prayer or even just silent and listening, I hear the still small voice of God. And if I respond to God’s voice, I know good things are waiting for me."

TODAY'S PRAYER

"Dear God, your voice is everywhere and in everything. Help us to listen carefully and respond faithfully. Amen."

1 Kings 19:11-18

New International Version

"'11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” 14 He replied, “I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.” 15 The Lord said to him, “Go back the way you came, and go to the Desert of Damascus. When you get there, anoint Hazael king over Aram. 16 Also, anoint Jehu son of Nimshi king over Israel, and anoint Elisha son of Shaphat from Abel Meholah to succeed you as prophet. 17 Jehu will put to death any who escape the sword of Hazael, and Elisha will put to death any who escape the sword of Jehu. 18 Yet I reserve seven thousand in Israel—all whose knees have not bowed down to Baal and whose mouths have not kissed him.”' The voice of God rings out over anything else. When He speaks; we must listen carefully. Carry out everything just as He tells you. Do you hear the voice of God? The more time you spend praying and being in His presence and relating to Him the better you will hear Him. We get so busy that we are , sometimes, not carefully listening. He Speaks and You Listen. Bless you! Joe

[divinefireangel]

Hey, babe! Since you made me soft, MTL likely to cry when they hold their baby for the first time (crying here) 🥺🥺🥺

Starting today's sesh with this one 😭

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Juho & Binnie cannot stop bawling omg. They're on one hand, so proud that they helped create the cute little thing in their hands but on the other they're so scared cause how can they love someone so much already when they haven't even seen them?🥺

Hwi, Seokwoo & Sanghyuk are emotional babies, and I just can't see them not shedding a few tears of joy when they first see their baby, forget holding. When they do hold their child, they're trying their best to see your child's cute peaceful face through teary eyes ಥ_ಥ

Chani & Jae will hold back their tears, just sniffing and cooing and rocking their baby and humming a lullaby with soft small smiles

Seongie & Tae will be too fascinated and distracted but they tinyness of their child to process any emotions for a good while lmao 💀. But once they do get over and come back to this plane of existence and out of their trance, omg you're gonna have to hold them more than the baby 😂

#inseongsfoxybae #if you listen carefully you can hear the sound of my heart shattering #my emotions are all over the place #im not sorry #sf9 #sf9 fluff #sf9 mtl #sf9 headcanons #dad! sf9

[obeymeoasis]

Demon Bros React: MC Defends Them From Nasty Remarks

Warnings: Explicit language, MC being mildly violent (throwing/kicking things).

Lucifer

Lucifer had just finished some paperwork for Diavolo and was on his way to R.A.D to deliver it.

In the hallway he could hear two demons talking and laughing. As he got closer he heard them say "Lucifer" and instinctively ducked into a nearby alcove.

"Lucifer's such an asshole." "I know, right? He acts like he's so much better than the rest of us when really, he just has a huge stick up his ass. It's no wonder he doesn't have any friends. Even his own brothers don't like him!" "He'll probably spend the rest of his life being Diavolo’s little bitch."

He would be lying if the comments didn't make him angry. But it was far from the worst thing he had heard about himself and would definitely not be the last time someone spoke ill of him.

With a weary sigh, Lucifer turned toward the south entrance where he could walk in order to avoid the demons. He could have strode past and glared at them menacingly. He could have made them grovel on their knees. But he was honestly exhausted and looked forward to this day being over as soon as possible. Plus, it would reflect poorly on Lord Diavolo if he started a fight with some lesser demons over this.

Suddenly, the chatter of the demons was interrupted by a loud thumping sound followed by the sound of one of the demons screeching in pain.

Lucifer quickly turned around to see- Oh no. You were standing in front of the demons, rage clear on your face. The demon who had yelled in pain was crouched on the ground holding his bruised shoulder. A History of the Devildom textbook was open on the ground, pages crumpled.

Did you... did you just throw a textbook at a demon?

Before he could even move, he heard your angry voice. "Listen here you fuckers. How dare you talk about Lucifer like that. He's one of the kindest, most intelligent, most thoughtful beings I've ever met. And you have no right to speak of him like that! I love him!"

Lucifer's heart burst at your declaration, his cheeks warming in pleasure. The two demons however, who had been gaping at you in shock, were now beginning to look murderous. The injured one stood up and slowly inched toward you, a vicious grin on his face. "Oh, is that so? And what the hell is a weak human like you going to do about it?"

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could say anything, Lucifer picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "Love, I appreciate how you stood up for me. There's not many people who have done so for me before. But any more would cause trouble. And also, please don't throw textbooks at others, no matter how much you think they deserve it."

With a smug smile on his face, Lucifer began to walk toward the dorms. You, however, were struggling to turn your head around, still yelling and pointing angrily at the demons. "This isn't over! Sleep with your eyes wide open! You'll be hearing from my lawyer!"

He really did love you.

Mammon

Mammon was at the casino on a Monday night. It was lively as always, crowds of people playing group games and others drinking and mingling.

But for some reason, Mammon felt like being alone. He was in one of the more quiet corners, playing the slot machines.

He honestly should have been back at the dorms doing his homework. He was here because he felt like he had to, but his heart wasn't really in it. Mammon thought about packing it up early and texting you to see if you wanted to hang out.

The sudden sound of glass shattering broke through his thoughts. There was some sort of commotion going on and Mammon could hear angry yelling and cursing, some kind of argument.

Like many of the other customers, Mammon drifted toward the noise wanting to see what had happened. His heart sank when he saw you in the middle of the crowd, still in your R.A.D uniform, arguing with an older demon who Mammon recognized as a regular. They had played some games together before that always ended in angry accusations. The remains of a drinking glass lay shattered on the floor.

Mammon quickly rushed to your side. "MC, what the hell are you doing here?! What happened?" Up close he could see how livid you looked, you were trembling with fury.

The older demon opened his mouth while gesturing at his ruined clothes. "This bitch threw a drink at me! I should have them arrested! Do you know how much this tuxedo costs?" Ignoring him, you turned to face Mammon.

"Mams, Lucifer told me to check up on you and you weren't answering my calls. So I decided to come in person to make sure you were okay. But then I heard this asshole saying terrible things about you to his friends, calling you a liar and a cheater and all kinds of horrible names that you're not!"

Mammon was shocked to see you were struggling to fight off your tears, your lower lip quivering. "I know how caring and genuine and loving you are and I couldn't stand by while he said those things about you! None of it’s true!"

Overcome with emotion Mammon embraced you fiercely, shielding you from the other demon. "Oh, babe. Ya really are a special one.” Mammon gently stroked your hair and whispered in your ear. “I don't care about what he said, but thanks for sticking up for me. I love ya so much."

"Now let's make a run for it so that demon doesn't kill us."

Leviathan

Levi was slowly getting used to being in a relationship with you in public. At first, interactions were limited to the privacy of his room: cuddling and watching movies, gaming together, reading manga together. But now he looked forward to waiting for you after classes and walking home with you while holding hands.

His face got really red and he had a hard time making eye contact with you but still, he thought it was an improvement.

Right now he was waiting for you outside your classroom, scrolling through his D.D.D to kill time. Suddenly, he heard someone call your name.

“MC, you’re dating Levi right?” At the sound of his name he peeked in the window to see you cornered by three demons. He saw you nod. 

The demons began to barrage you with questions. “Why are you with a loser like that? Doesn’t he like never leave his room?” “He’s honestly the ugliest out of his family. I don’t believe that Levi and Asmo are related.” “You don’t actually find him attractive, do you?” “Are you with him ‘cause he’s like the easiest to control?” 

Each word felt like someone was piercing his heart. These were all things that he had thought or wondered himself, days when the darkness seemed to win over his mind. But to have them spoken out loud, especially in front of you, it was unbearable. It was as if his lowest and most shameful thoughts were being justified.

He was afraid to hear what your answers would be. Biting his lower lip, Levi turned to head home by himself but flinched at the loud sound of something slamming into the wall. He peeked inside the window again and saw you standing there, furious, your hands clenched into fists. You had apparently kicked one of the desks into the wall, black scuff marks clearly visible against the white paint.

“Alright, listen here you despicable fucks because I’m only going to say this once. My relationship with Levi is private, meaning all of your questions can be answered with ‘none of your damn business’. But since you’ve gone out of your way to waste my time, I’ll let you know this: Leviathan is more beautiful, inside and out, than any of you will ever be in your entire miserable lives. I honestly don’t think you deserve to breathe the same air as him and I hope Levi summons Lotan to devour the three of you."

Levi’s jaw was on the floor. He had never heard you speak that way. He had never had someone defend him so fiercely. His thoughts were interrupted by the classroom door suddenly slamming open as you walked out."

“Oh Levi, tell me you didn’t hear anything just now.” Your eyes were wide and you looked at him nervously.

Levi grabbed your hand and held it tight between two of his own. “I did, but it’s alright. Thanks for what you said.”

“Anything for my Lord of Shadows.”

Satan

Satan was heading to the library, your usual after-school spot. Some days you two spent hours there doing homework, reading, or just chatting quietly about your day before heading to dinner.

As he approached the table he saw you sitting down with a stranger seated opposite you. Leaning closer he was relieved to see it was a classmate you were friendly with, someone he knew you hung out with occasionally.

Satan was about to say hello when he stopped at the mention of his name. "MC, are you sure it's wise to be this involved with Satan?"

He quickly ducked behind a nearby bookshelf. Satan usually wasn't one to eavesdrop like this but the question concerned him.

"MC, I'm asking you for your sake. Satan is dangerous. He's violent and cruel. There are rumors about him beating up other demons and doing horrible things to them. What if he tries to hurt you too?"

Satan flinched. Sure his wrath had led him to do some destructive things before, but it was never without reason. Is this how you saw him as well? His thoughts began to spiral. What if you grew scared of him? Of his wrath? What if you flinched at his touch? That would hurt more than any of the rumors that swirled about him. 

Satan saw you take a deep breath before speaking. "Well, I appreciate you talking to me about this. I know you meant the best and were just thinking about me. But I promise you, you have nothing to be worried about. Satan would never hurt me."

He saw your friend shake their head, exasperated. "But you don't know that! What if one day he can't control himself and has an outburst or something?"

You replied carefully. "Satan is gentle. Incredibly so. He always treats me with nothing but respect and kindness. And Satan's not some kind of monster. He knows how to control himself and his powers. I love him. I really do. And until he decides to stop loving me, I want to be by his side."

He saw your friend huff irritably and get up to walk away. "Suit yourself, MC. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Satan took this as his cue to walk over. Your eyes brightened at the sight of him and you started to ask him about his day, acting as if nothing had happened. Satan played along for a bit, but then reached across the table for your hand and began playing with your fingers.

His hand was shaking. "I'll never stop loving you, you know. For as long as I live you're the only one for me. I love you, MC."

Asmodeus

Asmo was thrilled when you said you wanted to go dancing with him because he was usually the one pestering you to do things. He was having so much fun with you tonight, twirling you around on the dance floor and marveling how beautiful you looked under the shimmering lights of the club.

He was beginning to feel a bit hot, however, and excused himself to the bathroom, making sure you were safe on of the couches with a bottle of water in your hand.

Asmo had just finished touching up his makeup and adjusting his outfit when he heard two demons near the entrance of the bathroom gossiping loudly about him.

“Did you see what he was wearing tonight? He might as well have come naked instead of wearing those scraps of fabric he thinks counts as an outfit.” “My friend slept with Asmo once. She said he’s super easy, he’s willing to pretty much sleep with anyone.” “I bet him and that human won’t last another week. Once he’s done with them he’ll trash ‘em and move on to the next one, like he always does.”

Being the Avatar of Lust meant that Asmo had heard these kinds of comments before, whispered in the hallways at R.A.D or the dark hallways of nightclubs. It never really got easier listening to them though, and he realized he was biting down hard on his lower lip, his nails digging into his palm. 

Asmo contemplated what to do. He didn’t want to keep you waiting by yourself outside but he also didn’t want to run into the demons talking about him. Their comments affected him more than he thought they would. Maybe it was because you were involved. He wouldn’t do that to you. You knew that right? He would never treat you like a plaything.

Taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves Asmo schooled his face into an expression of careless indifference. He took a step outside, ready to greet his "fans", but was surprised to see that you had gotten there first.

And what a sight you were. Despite being much shorter than the two demons, it seemed you were the least bit intimidated. Your glare was ice cold as you gestured wildly at the two of them, and moving closer Asmo realized you were screaming.

"How fucking dare you say such vile things? You don't know the first thing about Asmo. You're really going to shame someone for what they wear?! For what they do in the privacy of their bedroom?!"

You pointed angrily at the demons, who seemed too stunned to move or say anything. "People like you make me fucking sick. You're despicable! Talking as if you're so high and mighty when all you do is judge others! How dare you? You cowards!"

Asmo could see you were getting more and more enraged and your hands were beginning to tremble. He leapt forward to stand between you and the demons and put his hands gently on your shoulders. Once he saw that you were okay, he gave you a passionate kiss, his mouth hot and needy against yours.

You kissed him back for a moment but moved away to hiss, "Karens, Asmo! Karens in the fucking Devildom, who would have thought?!"

"I know, darling. Let's head home. We can have a nice, relaxing bubble bath together."

Beelzebub

Beel was looking through the menu, deciding between a couple of his favorite dishes. It was your one year anniversary and despite his insistent protests, you had remained firm in your decision to pay for that night’s meal. Ever since you and Beel began dating, he pretty much always paid for your meals together because of how much he ate. But tonight, you wanted to be the one to treat him for once.

Beel knew you had secretly been saving up Grimm and he’d feel so guilty if you spent it all on him. Which was why he was trying to decide between a couple of different things, when normally he would have ordered everything on the page.

“Babe, please order whatever you want. I can practically see the thoughts turning in your head. I told you that I wanted to pay for tonight and I’m going to keep that promise. I want this to be a special night for us, so don’t worry about it.” Before he could protest, you called the waiter over.

Beel sighed and knew there was no changing your mind on this. You were incredibly stubborn when you wanted to be. He rattled off his usual order as the waiter frantically scribbled down notes, struggling to keep up. Once finished, Beel handed over the menus and smiled at how cute you looked, a mixture of pride and smugness on your face.

But your expression soon turned sour as you heard the conversation from a couple sitting a few tables over. Their voices were intentionally loud and they kept sneaking glances at your table as if to watch your reactions.

“Oh my lord, honey did you see how much food that guy just ordered? What an absolute pig!” “I saw, darling. I honestly pity his date right now, they must be soooo embarrassed.” “Is there anyone who wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen in public with such a selfish glutton?”

Beel’s heart felt like it had sunk. Embarrassed? Was MC embarrassed to be seen with him? Panicking, Beel thought back to all of the dates he’d had with MC so far. He realized that they ate out a good majority of the time they hung out, with Beel eating his normal enormous portions each time. Oh no, what had he done?

Head bowed, Beel slowly looked up at you, afraid to see what kind of expression you were making. But to his surprise, you didn’t look embarrassed or ashamed at all. You looked like you were going to murder someone.

He watched as you cleared your throat and then began speaking even more loudly than the couple had been. “OH BEEL, MY HANDSOME, KIND, LOVING, STRONG, SEXY, TALENTED BOYFRIEND. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! YOU’RE HONESTLY SO AMAZING AND ONE OF THE QUALITIES I LOVE ABOUT YOU MOST IS THAT YOU’RE NOT A JUDGMENTAL ASSHOLE WHO MAKES RUDE INAPPROPRIATE COMMENTS TO STRANGERS ABOUT THINGS THAT ARE NONE OF THEIR DAMN BUSINESS!” 

Beel felt his lips inch into a smile and he flushed with amusement and happiness. But you weren’t finished just yet. “EXCUSE ME WAITER?” 

Your waiter practically ran to the table and looked between you two nervously, then at the couple glaring daggers in your direction. “COULD YOU PLEASE BRING US ANOTHER MENU? MY BOYFRIEND WASN’T FINISHED WITH ORDERING WHAT HE WANTS. OH BEEL, I LOVE HOW MUCH YOU EAT. HOW COULD SOMEONE BE EMBARRASSED OF A WONDERFUL GUY LIKE YOU?”

Beel took the menu and began listing some more foods at random, not really paying attention. He was too busy thinking about how much he loved you, how nobody aside from Belphie had ever stood up for him like that, had protected him like that. His cheeks felt like they were about to split from how much he was smiling.

When the waiter finally left, looking frazzled, Beel made his way over to your side of the table. He knelt down and nuzzled into your neck before giving you a tender kiss on your forehead. “MC, you’re amazing.”

Belphegor

Belphie had to admit, the gardens were a pretty nice place for a nap. Earlier in the day you had practically dragged him outside claiming that you were bored of sleeping in his room. As if that was even possible.

At first he was pretty annoyed that you were making him get up and move around. But the newly washed picnic blanket, the cool breeze rustling through the trees, and the light smell of flowers in the air all contributed to a very nice environment for a nap.

Belphie rested his head on your lap, already feeling his eyelids growing heavier. Your fingers gently combed through his hair, lightly scratching against his scalp, and he practically purred.

He guessed he had been asleep for about ten minutes when he awoke to the sound of your voice and something prodding against his knee.

Irritated at the disturbance, Belphie looked up to see two R.A.D students he recognized for always causing trouble. He looked over to see you scowling and guessed you had been telling them to leave so they wouldn't wake him up.

One of the students leered down, blocking out the light, and used the tip of his foot to poke Belphie's knee again. "Well the two of you make an odd fucking pair, huh?” He sneered, “Personally, I don’t date people who have MURDERED me in the past but what do I know? Love works in all kinds of mysterious ways.” You flinched as if someone had slapped you and Belphie growled, his hands curling into fists.

The other student leaned down to clap Belphie on the shoulder. “I gotta admit I didn’t know you had it in you, chief! I always thought you were...” He gave Belphie a once-over before adding “Well, everyone thinks you’re a bit fucking useless, eh? But I’m glad to see you’re capable of something.”

Belphie opened his mouth to reply venomously but was interrupted by the most horrifying sound coming from your mouth. It sounded like a combination of wailing and screeching as fat tears rolled down your cheeks. It was difficult to hear what exactly you were saying because of how hard you were crying, but Belphie could make out “How could you say that?!” and “Leave him alone!” among the screams. 

The two students had their hands over their ears, their faces twisted into grimaces of pain. One shouted, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Worried, Belphie put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to calm you down but you shrugged it off, continuing to cry and wail. Pretty soon other students began gathering around you, whispering amongst themselves and looking to see what all the noise and commotion was about. It was difficult to ignore you when you kept yelling things like “You’re horrible! Horrible! Leave us alone!” 

The two instigators looked at each other for a brief moment before deciding to run off, not wanting to get involved any further. And as soon as they left, it was like a switch had been turned off. You stopped crying and screaming immediately. If he hadn’t been there from the beginning, Belphie never would have guessed that you had been crying. Your face was perfectly calm and you sat relaxed with your hands folded, the picture of innocence.

“Belphie, don’t worry about what those two idiots said. We’ve talked about it enough and we’ve both worked it out, haven’t we? And you’re not useless. You know how much I love you and care about you. You mean so much to me.” 

Belphie leaned over to take your hand in his trembling one. He reached down to brush a stray leaf out of your hair before whispering, “MC, you’re fucking terrifying sometimes. I love you.”

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me beel #obey me belphie #om! headcanons #om! hcs #obey me! shall we date? #obey me!

[littlefreya]

As I was saying

Summary: You recently found out that you’re pregnant and Henry is being all sorts of over-protective and annoying about it and won’t shut up about what you should or shouldn’t eat. So you find a creative way to shut him up...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of body type or ethnicity thought it’s mention that Henry is taller)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, RPF, fluff to smut, early pregnancy, blow job, bodily fluids, slight FemDom/SubMale, My overuse of poetic sex metaphors, cottagecore!

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or parts from it.

A/N: This story was born out of a convo I had with my sweet @the-soot-sprite​ about the photo above. Many thanks to @agniavateira​ my solid rock who betas all my work and to @firefly-graphics​ for the dividers

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my story. I work hard on each one of them and your validation means the world to me. 🖤

As I was Saying

Henry’s velvety voice carried through the cottage like seductive vapours of honey liqueur. It wasn’t often that he'd sing a blissful tune so casually out of the blue—after earth-shattering sex perhaps, which indeed you had the night before. However, this morning, his chants were laced with a new flavour of sugary bliss. 

Two little pink stripes. That's all it took for his eyes to shimmer the way precious cobalt is kissed by a moonlight glow.

Sneaking about in the mien of a curious little mouse, you trod after the pleasant tune of his voice, which was now accompanied by a soft rustle. Wander laved your face once you leaned against the kitchen door frame, peering at the prodigious man who stood in front of the open fridge. 

Preoccupied, he appeared to be ransacking through the shelves with the song ‘Cheek to Cheek’ thrumming on his tongue.

“Heaven... I'm in heaven…”  

Fingers clutching at the edge of the wall, you pressed into the chilled surface with a relaxed smirk, lingering on the irresistible view when your ease of mind faded with a blink of an eye — while methodically rummaging through the fridge, Henry threw fresh food straight into an open trash can.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice rising to a high-pitched yip. 

Henry made a soft flex; the muscles of his back rippled in a tidal motion. Though acknowledging your presence, he proceeded to hover a finger over different products. 

“Cleaning up the fridge," he answered absentmindedly.

With a soft shove, there went your French cheese. 

“That’s brand new!” you protested and rushed toward him, alarmed. 

Towering over the trash can, you considered diving in to salvage the precious bulk of cheese from the dreary pit. Henry glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, testing your resolve while his claw grabbed some papaya salad leftovers and pushed it over the edge of the shelf, joining the rest of the discarded meals. 

“It is,” he nodded and closed the refrigerator door, carrying on to the high cabinets. With a slight wrinkle between his brows and a hand scratching the stubbles of his dimpled chin, he narrowed his eyes to scrutinise the items carefully. “I'm pregnant-proofing the kitchen. I called Hanna while you were asleep. She created a proper daily menu for you with the dos and don’ts: less sugar, more veggies and protein.” 

It took you a moment to process his words, your eyes narrowing while asking, “Hanna? As in Hanna, your nutritionist?”

Henry nodded at your question, a faint crease lining his cheek. “That’s the one. Don't worry, princess, she specialises with pregnant women.”

Unwittingly, a somewhat inhuman growl sounded in your chest. You were only getting used to the idea of developing another person inside you, and here stood your husband, already seeing fit to dictate your diet. Slithering into the narrow space between the heavy man and the counter, you tilted your chin to meet his stare while your fists pressed into your hips assertively. 

“Listen here, Cavill! You might have jizzed me one too many and succeeded in putting a baby in there, but this is still my body. I can take care of my own pregnancy diet.”

With an arm stretched above your head, Henry offered a charming display of pearly whites to pacify your strained nerves. His dimples nearly managed to beguile your senses when your eyes flared at the sight of what was held between his long fingers.

“No! Henry, no! Not the coffee!”

“Oh, I’m afraid so, my love. You shouldn’t have any caffeine at your current state.” Despite his argument, the tenderness of his gaze stroked upon your face like a warm ray of sunlight piercing through heavy clouds. Lazily it dropped to your belly, the cascading heat cradling your unborn child. 

Words of protest left you for a sliver of a moment, too in awe of the dreamy grin on his face. 

Thoughts of how beautiful you’d look rounded and full with his child illuminated him that you swore his skin developed a glow over the night. Didn’t they always say women are radiant when they are pregnant? Well, it seemed that in your case, it applied to your husband as well.

The charming haze of bliss almost swallowed you up; but you quickly slapped yourself back into reality, reaching a hand in an attempt to stop Henry from throwing away your delicacy. Though taller, Henry held his hand far out of reach, a hint of a smugness stretching his lips.

“A pregnant woman is allowed to have a little bit of caffeine!” You muttered and sent both hands in an attempt to retrieve the box while Henry teased you by throwing it from one hand to the other, further fueling your annoyance. 

Vexed to the point of frustration, you stood still and sighed, “you know what else is bad for the baby?” 

Henry paused his foolish games and tilted his head as he waited to hear your answer.

“His father at the morgue after I’ll kill him. Now stop that and hand it over! A pregnant woman can have a cup a day, according to Google.” 

“Nope,” Henry clicked his tongue, his laughter replaced with a severe stare. “Love, I know they say it’s okay to have a teeny bit, but I’ve been doing some research while you were asleep, and it’s not recommended. Caffeine increases heart rate and blood pressure, which is not good for you nor for the baby. It also increases urination, which may cause dehydration.”

Clenching your jaw at the onslaught of information he bestowed, you watched his lips move while none of his words registered. Preoccupied with the rules of a “healthy” pregnancy, Henry was set on being the practical one, completely forgetting to enjoy the moment. And damn, it was the moment to celebrate. All you wanted right now was to stay in bed for a day, ride your handsome husband to hell and back and eat as much ice cream as possible.

“Everything you eat from now on goes to our baby,” Henry proceeded to lecture on a thing you were perfectly aware of.

Ire found you within seconds, embroiled with pregnancy hormones which made him further intolerable at the moment— intolerable

... and delicious.  

Soaked with hunger, your eyes raked his sight: the thickness of his muscles was apparent beneath a plain black t-shirt and those good old grey sweats outlined the source of your current predicament. Your fingers twitched just from thinking about it, mimicking the sensation of squeezing its girth and eliciting those low groans that made your heart flutter. 

But his chatter still interrupted your sultry thoughts. If only there was a way to get him to shut up, you mused. Then your eyes focused on the soft bulge that winked back at your hungry glare.

Unaware, Henry turned toward the table to grab a bulk of informative documents he printed earlier in order to educate you of your pregnancy, he licked his thumb and began to read through, “As I was saying….”

Hastily, you exploited his lack of attention and took a step forward, your fingers latching around the hem of his sweats. With one swift movement, you fell to your knees and tugged his trousers along. 

Lost in his passionate speech, Henry was still muttering nonsense when your hand seized him; but as the lushness of your tongue bedded his soft cock without warning, all that could be heard in the kitchen was a husky gasp. 

Feeling the warm silky flesh swell and harden within your mouth, you sent your eyes up to peer at him, admiring the sight. Nothing spoke of your power better than the wrinkle between his shut eyes and his mouth agape with all air draining from his lungs. There you were, lowered to your knees with a maw full of his cock and yet, he was the one who lost his ability to speak and had his legs quaking of need. 

Unable to help yourself, you sent one palm to feel the tremor that ran through the muscles of his thighs while the other cradled his heavy sac. 

“Uh……” he finally managed to utter, a groan of bemused bliss pushing itself between his parted lips. “What… what are you doing?” 

You crooked an eyebrow in response and answered by dragging your mouth along the length of his shaft. Your pillowy lips ran across ridges and thrumming veins, your jaw loosening until you felt him deep in the back of your throat. 

Locked in the cavernous cage of your maw, he tightened his gut and shuddered with pleasure. Though, the low unbridled groans that sputtered from his chest fueled your enticement just as so; memories of how the same thick girth that brimmed your mouth would split open your narrow canal made both your eyes and abandoned cunt tear of desperation.

It always beguiled you how much arousal could be found in bringing him to his rapture without touching yourself. The harder he throbbed on your velvety serpent, the more you soaked.  

With fervent strokes, you feasted on the briny flavour of his cock; the tendons vibrated with bliss while your tongue twirled and pushed around them. You pulled, sucked, and pumped him in your warm mouth, milking the senses of a man infinitely stronger—a man who succeeded in conquering your womb yet now crumbled to nothing at the touch of your tongue.

“Fuck…. Babe… keep going,” Henry breathed out a plea. The documents held by his hand slipped between his fingers as he pressed his palm to the cabinet with a thud, and began to rock his hips back and forth to fuck back into your mouth. Like feathers, the white slips floated around you, landing onto the ground while you worked him to his ecstasy.  

His other hand found your head, caressing lovingly and trying to take control: yet his strength waned and his head fell back with a moan. Faster, harder, you sucked your husband to the point of submission while hums of admiration laced around his rigid length. Your eyes beamed as you watched his resolve shatter. Your fingertips toyed with the coarse hair at the apex of his thighs, your thumb seeking the tendon at the base of his cock and pressing into it, urging him to spill his gift down your throat.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…. In your throat… fuck.”

With a guttural grunt, he thickened against your tongue; the overflow of salty-sweet cream glazed your mouth and then flowed down your flaring throat.

The room thrummed with the buzz of the refrigerator, Henry’s heavy exhales - these were the sounds of your triumph. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you cracked a smile and neatly pulled his trousers back on before you rose to stand straight. 

Overwhelmed and drenched in sweat, your husband scrutinised you while you reached for the box of capsules and tilted your head.

“You were saying?”

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omgg write something about playing or braiding jack’s hair

oh em gee I love this !!!!! I loved his hair braid too omg

Jack had a very specific barber he liked to go to to get the same quality haircut he always got. He trusted that specific barber and his appointments were always made in advance to absolutely ensure he could get it done the way he liked by whom he liked at the right time so it never got overgrown or hard to manage. Jack was very specific about his hair and about keeping it the way he liked it to be. It was part of his image, part of him really. The Brummie boy hated when anyone else touched it. Be that joking team members giving his head a teasing push or his dad ruffling his hair each time he walks in the door, it irks the living daylights right out of him.

So it seems as though it’s Jack’s own personal nightmare now the barbers are shut with absolutely no sign of opening up for at least another month and Jack can’t seem to take one minute more of training with his hair getting all up in his eyes, dropping into his face and blowing wildly in Birmingham wind even with a headband in. It is driving him absolutely insane. It’s all he can think of in this moment.

And that is because he currently has your fingers tangled in it completely absentmindedly as he lays in between with your legs with his legs stretched out along the L section of the L shaped couch. Your eyes are fully focussed on the storyline evolving throughout an old episode of Greys Anatomy. Jack’s arms are around your torso as his head rests comfortably on your lower stomach with his eyes peacefully shut. He would usually engage in the TV with you, but the preseason after an unexpected break that had him doing less exercise than he definitely should have been doing had him absolutely shattered.

It was rare for even you to touch the locks he took so laughably serious, but it felt like the most soothing experience he’d maybe ever had to feel the gentility of your finger massaging over his scalp in the most relaxing manner he’d ever known. Even his sports massages after long matches weren’t this relaxing.

“Mmmhm, feels so good.” He murmurs, his voice ticking your stomach as he speaks against it, the sigh that leaves him making you giggle in response. “So annoyin’ in training.” He adds tiredly, but not lacking in the obvious irritation he feels towards it. Jack tends to feel a lot and often, and even seemingly small things like his hair getting in the way of his play was unimaginably irritating for him.

“I could cut it?” You suggest.

“Yeah,” he snorts, “And end up like the poor dog? I’ll pass love.”

“Aw come on! It wasn’t that bad.” You retort

“He looked like a street rat with curls, sweetheart.” He laughs, despite the disappointment he feels for your hands leaving his hair for the first time since he lay down tonight.

“Cheek.”

“Sorry baby.” He lulls, finally looking up at you for the first time, lifting his face to offer you a smile that strained him. Holding his head up like that was too much for his already tired muscles, so he’s quickly laying his head back to its resting place. You can’t think of anything else to retort with, knowing full and well the incredibly poor state of affairs that occurred in your household three weeks into Lockdown 1 after you attempted to give the dog a haircut out of pure boredom and lack of open dog grooming services. The state of affairs being Jack crawling to the bathroom on his knees and one hand with the other hand holding onto his crotch because he was trying so hard not to wet himself from laughing at the poor pup who looked so confused that his dad hadn’t been able to greet him as normal when he returned from the weekly food shop.

Jack very nearly did piss on your good cream carpet that day, so it was fair for him to not trust your barber skills either. Especially being the way he is about his hair.

“You know the old episodes make me miss Derek.” You announce after a moment of only the television speaking between the two of you.

“He the one with the hair?” Jack mumbles. You snort a laugh.

“They’ve all got hair, Jack. Go on, say it then?”

“Fine,” he huffs indignantly, “The one with the good hair.”

Your giggle makes his heart erupt into butterflies that dance through his stomach and chest just like it does every single time he gets to be lucky enough to hear it. Jack doesn’t like to admit when others have hair he likes. He prefers to live in a world where his hairstyle is simply the best, and truly he usually does. He tends to live in his own world anyway. The world where his hair is fantastic, he gets to do what he loves for a living and come home to you each and every day. That’s his world and fucking hell does he love that world.

In reality though, part of that world is that however fictional Derek Shepherd may be, his hair is fantastic and always looks rather immaculate. Something Jack can’t quite relate to at this current moment in time. “You know this episode is kinda about his hair,” you note softly, hands smoothing back over your boyfriends brown locks. He knows by the tone of your voice that you’re going to go into more detail about the episode currently playing through on Amazon Prime TV. Some people may well have been annoyed listening to their girlfriends recounting entire episodes of TV shows that they weren’t exactly inclined to watch, but Jack was not one of those men. He didn’t care what you were talking about, just the sound of you talking was enough to make him listen intently. He loved to hear you talk, and if that was the only thing that he ever got to hear for the rest of his life then he’d still be happy.

“They adopted a little girl and he hasn’t quite figured her hair out yet but everyone’s shocked ‘cause his hairs pretty good. Like you, a little. You got good hair, just haven’t learned to manage it yet eh?” You explain, weaving your fingers in and out of those stands of hair that make him hum in both understanding and enjoyment. He isn’t sure what you’re doing, but the weaving of stands, pads of your fingers dancing over his scalp carefully, softly feels like what he might imagine heaven to be. “Yeah?” He asks, “And what does he do then?” His voice is filled with genuine interest for what you were saying. It was the first time you’d ever known that in a relationship. He heard you snigger softly to yourself. “He learns from someone who knows a bit more about hair than he does.” You state pointedly, prompting him to roll his eyes even if you can’t see him.

“I’m not letting you cut my hair, (y/n). Not happening, I’m sor-“

“Alright, Jack. I bloody know! That’s not what I meant.” You grumble. Jack can immediately imagine your disgruntled pout already, with those irritated narrowed eyes and the playful scrunch of your nose. “Sorry.” Every time he sees that look on you, he moves to kiss that furrow out of your nose. It makes his heart smile each and every time he sees it. You are simultaneously the most beautiful, more adorable and hottest woman he has ever laid his eyes on. “Sorry baby,” he reiterated, “Go on.”

“I could braid it for you?”

That earns a belly laugh from him that reverberates through your body, jostling with the force of his whole body laughter. “So you will,” he bellows in breaks between the ever comedic gasping from breath after each loud laugh. “Not a chance.”

He pushes himself up to sit back on his knees, trapping your legs between his as he looks down at you with a huge grin still stretching his lips and creasing his eyes, yet they still sparkle in adoration for you. “Oh yeah?” You muse with a giggle to follow despite the firm attempt to seal it behind clenched lips. The giggle sets those dimples into your cheeks, his eyes just drinking you up as you lounge back on the huge couch there in front of him, sinking back into the pillows just like he had been sinking against you in comfort for hours only moments ago. “Yeah.” He repeats firmly, the playful jest of his words not lost on your ears as he leans forward.

With the emission of only a small, surprised yelp from you that turns the head of the dog in his bed for only a moment, Jack has grabbed your legs to tug you down so you were laying flat on your back on the L of the sofa. He leans over you, hands and strong arms keeping him above you with ease. “Realllly?” You tease, one eyebrow quirked. Jack loves it when you do that, mostly because he can’t and he finds it beautifully funny.

Your hands reach up to his face, cupping over the beard on his cheeks to bring his face down to peck his lips before letting him press back up like a simple press up over your body. This was a common occurrence between the pair of you and Jack had always loved to show off. “Not cuttin’ about with a braid in my hair baby, sorry.”

He dips down for another kiss and you break out another giggle that parts your lips from his. “You already are, bub.”

“Ya what?” He pops straight up, sitting again back on his knees. “Not falling over your face now eh?” You taunt with a cheeky grin that makes him furrow his brows. Jack removed his hands from beside you to run one after the other over the top of his hair, a weird mix of a grin and disbelief washing over his face. Your sweetheart smile warms his heart as you lay there looking up at him with tired eyes and a lazy smile, cheeks flushed and one of his old cotton shirts keeping you warm long after his body raises from yours.

“Wait there!” He yells, bounding off the couch to all but leap through the living room until he reaches the mirror in the hall just outside the door. “Babe!” He cheers through the house, appearing back in the doorway of the room. “Nah it’s kinda cool, you fuckin’ smashed that!” You sit up and turn around towards him with your hand covering your mouth in a giggle that makes him stride forward and tug your hand away so he can see that beautiful smile. He jumps back again. “And look; stays in when I move around like-”

An immediate howl of laughter breaks out of your mouth with your head tipped back in hysterics as you watch him run on the spot, jump on the spot and then shake his head around like your puppy when he had a cone on his head. You laugh so hard your laughter looses its noise, simply existing as a elongated wheeze and a sudden gasp for desperate air to aid and allow for only more laughter. “Why you laughing for?” He yells, his words split by his own laughter as he tugs you to your feet, standing taller than him when your on your feet on the couch. Jack wraps one arm around your waist and moves the other down to the bend of your knees to sweep your legs from beneath you, perching you on the edge of the back of the couch.

“It,” kiss, “is,” kiss, “perfect.” Kiss.

“Just like you, baby.” He rumbles lowly, “Perfect just like my girl. Gonna wear it to training. Keep hair out my face, remind me of you, perfect.” He just keeps talking, keeps praising you between kisses while he brings you closer and closer to him until you can wrap your legs around him. Locked in place, he takes your face in his hands.

“So you’ll let me braid it again?” You chime, eyes lighting up. Jack chuckles, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks with a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose. “Course baby. Every day.”

True to his word Jack Grealish is. Every night he comes home from his training, he’s laying on the couch letting you massage the days stresses out of his mind, letting your fingers weave the tension out of his scalp. Jack’s never let anyone take care of him so much. He’s never felt comfortable to be taken care of like this, but you are his exception. His one single exception. And every morning he sits in the floor at the foot of the bed while you sit with a leg on either side of him, fingers weaving the strands into place for the day and tighter for match days. People make comments but Jack doesn’t give even half of a shit. His hair is how he likes it; out of his face so he can concentrate on his game and it gives you more of a reason to actually be up in the morning when he leaves before the sun rises above you. That’s perfect for Jack.

Until his next haircut, the only time that footballer doesn’t have a braid through his hair is when your fingers are tangling in it while he’s between your legs for another very enjoyable reason.

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