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peachesofteal · 5 months

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Light On- single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: 1 of 2 for sickfics / requested by multiple

I’m going to need a raincheck for dinner tonight.

Simon frowns at his phone. You’re bailing? You seemed excited about it when he asked earlier in the week, offering to take you and Emmaline down the street to the little café on the corner for dinner. It had taken him days to work up the courage, needlessly pushed on by Johnny’s ‘encouragement’ relentless text messages filled with date ideas, and bad pick-up lines.

Still, you had said yes. Had asked if meant Emma too, and he took secret pleasure in the way you seemed so relieved when he tilted his head and told you, of course.

Okay. Is everything alright? He fires back immediately, wondering if the crying that he’s been hearing on and off all morning has anything to do with you backing out.

I’m not feeling great, and neither is Emma. I think we’re coming down with something. Coming down with something, like you’re sick? You’re sick? Anxiety twists in the pit of his stomach, worrying curling his fingers into a fist with a clench.

Alright. Let me know if you need anything? He waits for a text back, an answer of some kind, an assurance that you’ll seek him out if you need help or need anything.

It never comes.

Six hours later, Simon is at your door.

He has grit his teeth through the day, paced around his own flat endlessly, tried everything he could think of to distract himself. Every time he heard Emmaline wail, his stomach flipped, worry, fear, breaking down his logical sense, the analytical part of his brain until he was standing in front of your door, waiting for the inevitable click of the handle.

When it comes, and you’re standing on the other side, his heart sinks.

He should have come over soon.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He says it as softly as he can, a newfound pitch of his voice that seems to only be reserved for you, trying to allay the panic that has started to form as ice inside his chest.

“Sorry about the noise.” You croak, and he smothers his wince. You sound awful, voice nearly gone, like your throat has been rubbed raw with sandpaper. Emmaline is clad only in a diaper, and when he looks closer, he can see the stain of what he thinks must be her vomit on your shirt. Over your shoulder, dirty bottles, dishes lay stacked next to the sink, a laundry basket with a mountain of baby clothes piled high sits on the table.

“Can I help-“ You sway, arm tightening around the baby, and he doesn’t think, doesn’t stop himself, he just moves.“Alright,” He murmurs, wrapping an arm around you, supporting both you and Emmaline by shifting you into his side, one hand against Emma’s back. She feels warm, but not nearly as hot as you, and panic tries to bubble up his throat again at the blaring heat that’s coming from your skin. “I’ve got you.”

“Sorry, ‘m a little dizzy.”

“It’s okay.” He keeps you close, turning you back through the door. Emma makes scratchy, unhappy noises, and he rubs his thumb against her skin. “Shhh. I know, I know. You’re okay.” You lean into him harder, and he accommodates it, moving the two of you towards the couch. “I know, you’re not feeling too good are you?” He says to Emma after he gets you down on the couch, hands now around her back, waiting for a sign of permission from you to lift her.

“She can go down. If you-“ Your breath gets caught in your chest, and you curl forward, his hand going to your shoulder, your body shaking with a cough. “If you want to try.” You whisper once you recover, brows knitted together in misery, and he cradles her, rocking her back and forth, mimicking your usual movements.

“You stay right here.” He nods to the couch, using a fraction of the voice he uses on Johnny, and you immediately nod, eyes shuttering closed with a slow blink. “Just rest.”

Emmaline is still crying when he opens the door to her room, the first he’s seen it, pale green walls and dark wood crib, small rocker in the corner next to a changing table. It’s a comforting space, decorated and cared for with love, and for a moment, his mind wanders to an image of you, painting the walls with a swollen belly, or curled in the plush rocker, reading a book to Emmaline, still nestled inside you. He wasn’t there for it, but he just knows you were so beautiful, the kind of glow that would have stopped him in the street. You still stop him in the street.

Emma wails, bringing him back to reality with a softer cry than earlier, and he keeps her close to his chest, murmuring low and soft. “Shhh. You’re alright, baby girl. You’re okay.” He continues the rocking side to side thing you usually do in a standing position, mumbling things to her, stroking his fingers down her cheek, her forehead, bouncing and swaying at the same. “Are you not feeling too good? Is that what’s got you all upset? Yeah. I get kind of grumpy when I don’t feel good either.” He coos, little lashes slowly blinking up at him, transfixed on his face during his stream of chatter until they begin to slip shut, her mouth still hanging half open. He holds his breath, staring in astonishment at her sleeping face, half shocked, half ridiculously pleased.

“Have you taken anything?” He barely sits on your ottoman, leaning over to get a better look at you, uncomfortable with the way your eyes seem glazed over, how slow they are to react. Maybe you need to go to the hospital?

“Some naproxen, a bit ago.” You look exhausted, eyelids heavy, and he can’t stop himself from pressing the back of his hand to your forehead.

“You’re really warm, sweetheart. Do you need a doctor?” Tell me what to do, he wants to beg. Tell me how to help.

“No, jus’ sleep.” A confused look flickers across your face. “Oh my god, did you…” you swallow a cough, his hand sliding down to cup your shoulder, thumb soft against your dirty t shirt. “did you get her down?” He nods, slowly, fighting the small grin that tugs at his lips.

“Wow.” You breathe, and your hand drags up your chest to where his still sits on your arm, fingers intertwining in his with a small squeeze. “You really are our hero.” He smiles at you, because how can he not, heart warm and full in his chest, the feeling something he hasn’t experienced in a long, long time.

There’s a moment, a second extended into a minute, maybe an hour, he’s not sure, where you don’t look away from him. Where you look at him, really look at him, and see him, see his twice broken nose, the scar on his cheek, the one above his eyebrow. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t try to hide or look away, just holds himself still, staring down at you on the couch, sweat dotting your forehead and neck, still beautiful with your fever parched skin and tired eyes.

“Simon.” You whisper, and he thinks, maybe… he’s supposed to kiss you right now. That if he were braver, if Johnny were here to egg him on, if he felt like it wasn’t taking advantage of your weakened state… he might. But instead-

“Why don’t you close your eyes, love. Try to get some rest. I’ll stay. See if I can get some of these dishes done. I can get her if she gets up.”

“You don’t have-“

“I know.” He soothes. “I know I don’t, but I’m here. Let me help.” Let me help you. Let me be here.

You take a deep breath, as deep as you can manage, and then your voice is light, but so sweet, and so, so trusting when you say;

“Okay, Simon.”

#peaches writes #light on #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley

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hallietblr · 10 months

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Could i get a conrad x reader smut where they are in a secret relationship/fwb and at the end maybe admit they like each other or start dating?

tangled up with you | c.fisher x reader

a/n: ahh i had such a good time writing this one for you! thank you so much for the request love <3

warnings: SMUT (minors DNI!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), swearing, mentions of weed usage.

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sneaking around with my best friend’s older brother made life so exhilarating, maybe because of the risk tied to it. i know that if jeremiah were to find out about conrad and my secret relationship that’s been going on for the past eight months, there’s the possibility of losing my best friend.

according to jeremiah, conrad and steven were not allowed to date or hook up with me. i was off limits. i was jeremiah’s best friend since the second grade and the last thing he ever wanted was for things to get complicated with his brothers (steven is basically another brother to him) having a relationship with me.

but feelings are feelings, they can only be suppressed for so long before moves are made.

and maybe the incredible sex tied to conrad fisher sways that statement.

i look out my bedroom window to see the jeep park on the side of the road. the silhouette of the golden haired fisher brother bobbing his head to the music. i giggle before turning to my vanity mirror to check myself out for the last time.

i fixed up my hair, touched up my mascara and lip gloss before spritzing myself with my signature perfume. i grab my phone that sat on my bed before scurrying down the stairs and yelling to my parents that i’m heading out.

i slide my vans on as i make my way over to conrad’s car. i open the door and he’s already smiling at me,

“hey pretty lady,” he winks, making me flush pink.

“hey handsome,” i say back as i settle into my seat, he cradles my face before pulling me into a long kiss. something we’ve both been craving for after pretending for the whole day around steven, belly, and jeremiah that we were, of course, only friends.

his lips tasted like mint and his chapstick, i smile into the kiss and i feel his lips turn upwards in response.

“you ready?” he asks after pulling away, i nod excitedly.

conrad always takes me to new places around cousins, we typically sit on the roof of the car and talk endlessly for hours into the night. sometimes we will smoke a j together, often making out and touching each other in places that isn’t normal for friends to touch.

the weeknd hums quietly as we drive in the night, his large and vascular hand placed highly on my thigh. his long fingers slowly crawling up to my centre. i feel myself getting more excited when his hand is centimetres away from my core.

he pulls away which makes me pout while he puts the jeep into park and steps out the door. he comes to my side of the car and opens my door, he offers his hand as i step out.

conrad brought us to the lighthouse, where waves crashed upon the large rocks and you can see the bright reflection of the moon and stars sparkling on the water. his muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind and we sway side to side, i’m taking in the beautiful sight.

he places gentle kisses on the back of my neck, and i tilt it to the side to give him better access. i can feel him smile at the action as he carefully sucks at the soft skin.

“this view is beautiful,” i tell him, turning around to put my arms around his neck,

“yeah?” he asks with a smirk, “well my view is better.”

his eyes flicker down me and back up to my eyes,

“you’re so cheesy”

“i love you, baby” he kisses me again,

i kiss him back passionately, my fingers getting tangled up in the locks of hair at the back of his head, “i love you so much more.”

so stands two teenagers, desperately in love, making out by the cousins lighthouse in the middle of the night. their hands running up and down the sides of each other before conrad pulls her back towards the car to continue their fun.

we both crawl into the back seat, he lays me down carefully across the three seats as he hovers over me. he removes his shirt in one motion before leaning down fo connect our lips again.

our teeth and lips are clashing as his tongue swipes across my bottom lip, i open my mouth to greet his tongue as it continues to explore.

his hand inches down my body, giving a soft squeeze to my boob before moving down to the edge of my cotton shorts. i sigh in pleasure as he slips his hand into my lacy thong, his fingers playing with the bundle of nerves that make me lift my hips up for more contact,

“please.” i beg him, arching my back as his lips kiss down my throat,

“relax, my love,” he mumbles against my skin, “i’ve got you.”

i moan out as two digits enter me, slowly but hardly thrusting into my centre, “fuck, you’re so wet.” he groans.

he continues to finger me for a few moments longer to prepare me,

“you ready?” he asks me and i nod, conrad kisses my lips again before pulling down my shorts and his own. his thick cock with veins running up it’s sides slaps his abdomen, released from the constrained boxers they were in.

my mouth basically drools at the sight. i’ve always knew that conrad fisher was handsome, but seeing him in the moonlight with his six pack and erected dick only made the wetness between my legs increase.

i watched intently as he lines himself up before sinking down into me, bottoming out. every vein and inch of his cock stretching me out in the best way possible. my head throws back at the feel of him inside of me as he thrusts deeply into me.

i moan loudly, grabbing the edge of the car seat and the head rest as i feel him nearly hitting my gut.

“fuck!” i cry out as he buries his face into my neck, increasing how hard he’s pounding into me. his hand grabs the back of my right thigh, pushing it to my chest to give himself a better angle to hit my sweet spot.

i bite into his shoulder, making him groan lowly as i feel his dick twitch inside of me. my hands are in a frenzy, clawing his back or pulling at his hair or anything to get him closer to me.

“you like that, baby” he moans as he continues to thrust his cock to my sweet spot that makes the knot in my stomach tighten. i nod quickly, “yes, holy fuck, you feel so good!”

“no matter how often i fuck you, your pussy is always tight for me,” conrad breathes out into my ear, “you feel so good around me, babe”

“m- maybe because your dick is so big,” i stutter out back to him, as i feel my orgasm coming closer.

“are you close?” he asks, “i feel your walls squeezing my cock.”

i moan out in response, unable to form words with the state of bliss im in. i cling onto his shoulders as my legs start to shake,

“fuck, i’m gonna come soon,” conrad groans, throwing his head back in pleasure, “where do you want it?”

“i- i’m” i try to speak, but my eyes keep rolling backwards, “i’m on the pill.”

he looks down at me with lust in his eyes, “are you sure?”

i nod, “fuck, conrad!”

he picks up the pace of his thrusts, now chasing his high. his hand reaches down to start rubbing figure eights on my clit to help me get my orgasm,

“come on my dick, baby” he tells me, “i know you can do it. i’m right behind you.”

“fuck, conrad!” i scream out, “i’m coming!”

“that’s it baby” he pants out

conrad litters my face with kisses as my toes flex upwards and my thighs are shaking. my back arches to his chest as i feel my orgasm crashing down on me all at once.

i release pornographic type moans and all i see is white as my nails claw down his back.

i feel him release inside of me, his warm coating my walls as he slowly thrusts me through my orgasm. he eventually pulls out and grabs a baby wipe that he stored under the driver to seat to clean me and himself up. conrad helps me put my clothes back on and kisses my shoulders while he pulls my t-shirt on.

we drive quietly back to my house where he kisses my goodnight before i exit the jeep. right as i open my front door i feel my phone buzz in my back pocket,

con <3:

goodnight my sweet girl, i hope you had as much fun as i did tonight! i love you so so much❤️

i blush at the text and turn around to the road where i see him blow a kiss in my direction. i pretend to catch it and place it on my heart before sending one back. i see a smile etch onto his face before driving off.

y/n <3:

i always have fun when i’m around you, sweet dream baby :) i love you!

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scaranation · 1 year

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༊*·˚ 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂’𝐒

ft. Itto, Xiao, Gorou, Ayato

Content: fluff, established relationship

ITTO

It was undeniable that your boyfriend gave the best hugs. With his large build, you slotted into his tight grip like a puzzle piece - feeling the warmth surrounding you on all sides. His arms radiated safety and reprieve, and when he spoke you’d feel the vibrations through his chest in a comforting lull.

Itto is definitely big on cuddling in general. He’d have you slotted in his arms whilst the two of you relaxed after a long day, or hold you close in the mornings. You were his personal stuffed toy, and he adored spending time with you in his embrace.

Of course, there’d often be times with you holding him - his head resting peacefully in your lap after he’d just been bailed out of jail by Kuki Shinobu, his weight pressing into your thighs as you stroked his thick hair. Itto would be the type to fall asleep whilst cuddling, and you would drift off with him - or at least, until his snoring broke the tranquil silence. There was rarely ever a dull moment with the oni, after all.

XIAO

Xiao was hesitant at first to hold you. After all, misfortune had befallen those he’d previously treasured, and so it took some time for him to relax into your embrace.

However, once he discovered the joy of cuddling, he would never be able to live without it. You’d chuckle at how cute he was - tentatively pulling you closer. If you ever remarked on it, he’d immediately flush and pull away to vehemently refute the notion that he’d crave such a mundane thing. Secretly however, he loves it - especially when you pat his head, trailing your fingers around his features softly until he drifted off into a peaceful dream. Perhaps his karmic debt was more bearable with you around.

On rare occasions, you’d have the pleasure of waking up before Xiao to find yourself entangled in his arms - to which you’d usually kiss his closed eyelids softly, intertwining your fingers with his as he slowly opened his eyes. You liked to rest your head in the smooth slope of skin where his neck met his shoulder, breathing in his scent and gently rocking back and forth. Although he’d never admit it, Xiao enjoyed nothing more than being in your embrace.

GOROU

Gorou’s canine qualities lent the general to having a penchant for physical affection. He’d usually always be touching you somehow - whether it was a brush of your hands as you attended to your duties around Watatsumi Island, or a casual hand placed tepidly at your waist. When the two of you cuddled, you couldn’t help but tease him for his furiously wagging tail - gently fondling his ears as he only huffed and pulled you closer.

Gorou would love to gently nibble at your skin - not in a sexual way, merely as a catalyst for expressing his affection. His tail would thump against the couch as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, hands cradling your form to his.

After some time, Gorou would eventually cease his incessant wriggling and settle down, relaxing. His eyes would droop as he felt safe with you, drowsily registering the feeling of your hand against his cheek. Gorou would be the type to snuggle deeper into your arms, subconsciously pressing his cheek into yours as the two of you drifted off.

AYATO

Ayato was a sly man, and so a semblance of regularity in physical touch was established early in your relationship. He’d delight in teasing you endlessly - leaning closer than usual or pulling you against him in an attempt to see your blush.

In private, the man would be clingy to a ridiculous extent - who would’ve guessed that the Yashiro Commissioner would be clasping his partner’s waist tightly and pleading them to cuddle a little longer? Whether it was a back hug or a fond morning embrace, Ayato was addicted to your touch.

His skin would be cool and smooth, smelling sweetly of something crystalline you couldn’t quite place. He’d be the type to lovingly trace your features, thumbing over your lips as he merely gazed at you - spare hand drawing shapes on the small of your back. Ayato would greatly enjoy cuddling with you as a means of relieving stress after his duties as Commissioner, carding his fingers through your hair in a calming manner. Just like how the ripples in a perturbed pond eventually dissipate, so too would Ayato’s energy as he finally found peace of mind in your arms, finally closing his eyes in utter contentment at being with you.

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genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles · 9 months

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omg more yandere angst pleaseee! maybe with scaramouche, zhongli, and alhaitham or cyno? :3

Ohhhh, Yes I can my dear. I can and shall provide that for you. :)

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••° Scenario: i would like to request a yandere scenario but oh no it's really really sad. if you can, i would want to see yandere kazuha, childe, tighnari like regretting breaking reader. like reader keeps getting hurt by the yanderes until they feel nothing and at first the yanderes didn't mind it thinking they were obeying them but then they start feeling guilty for breaking you because now you aren't expressing any emotions, no matter what they do.

all in all, very very angst at the end ..••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••°°°°••....••°

Part 1: Here Trigger Warning: These are a bit more darker, so please proceed with grave cautious. Contents Contain Amputation, broken limbs, unregistered surgeries, Privacy violation, Boundaries trespassing, non consensual kissing.

Scaramouche ┌─❀̥˚───❀̥˚─┐┌─❀̥˚❀̥˚─┐┌─❀̥˚───❀̥˚─┐

Scaramouche was gently adjusting your new limbs, as you lay there in his bed, staring endlessly at the ceiling, no skies are in sight. Scaramouche screaming and scolding fell on deaf ears for you, as all you heard was ringing in your ears. You had such a dull face, dull hair, dull eyes, dull greyed out, blind eyes. Yet you can see. Yet, what is the point of processing everything around you right now? All you see is blurs of things that were made into use by the living hands. Just like how you were in Scaramouche's hands. You used to be a very strong women, a leader, you lead people, you lead families to your goal of freedom. Oh, the irony of that, when you see yourself being hugged in Scaramouches arms. You were in between his legs, as he hugged you tightly, crying against your back. You looked down at your hands...they weren’t yours. You used to be such a proud women, and a proud women who untangled the endless gibberish in Scaramouches heart. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." You listen to Scaramouche cry into your back. You were better then his own mother who abandoned him. You lead with pride and never abandoned anyone. You kept everyone to you, you never regretted your creations or called them mistakes. Scaramouche ended up wanting to follow you endlessly, obsessing every detail of you. However, now he sits against the wall with you, regretting the monster he just made. He was crying, as he kept trying to re attach his doll limbs onto you, as he thought, maybe if you two switched limbs, you two can be closer and trust one another. However, little did he know, human limbs can’t return back like a doll's limbs. You say with his unfeeling doll limbs falling off of your shorten arms, while scaramouche had your arms attached to him perfectly. Oh, how much he loves you right now, right?

Zhongli ╚══•●•══╝╔══•●•══╗╚══•●•══╝ ╔══•●•══╗

Zhongli was carrying your limp body in his arms, he cradled you tightly to his chest, rocking you. His delusions has gotten the best of him, as your suffering was the cause of his mind going into full erosion. He cradled you tightly against his chest, crying, as he tried to laugh. "Aha...look...we are so happy together, don't you love being in my arms? Let's get married..be with me forever..." You were a doll at this point, but you were his doll at a farther point. Despite his smile coming from his delusions of you being happy in his arms, regret was showing in his tears, as he fell to his knees. You were such a traditional and wonderful women, who understood his ways the most. You understood him, his troubles, and his mind. For all, you desired a peaceful life such as he did. You understand his bindings to a contracts and beyond. He felt like he found the perfect human who matches and met his every need as a man. And, so. You signed a contract with him. To always be with him, to always love him. Little did you know, this contract was too vague as you two had two different ideas of this concept. The more you seemed to overstepped the grounds, the more he punished you, as his idea of love and dedication was much more extreme of yours. Was this all worth it? Was this really a way to treat the person you love? The punishments were too much. To the point, that you heard a snap in your head. Immediately you dropped. You were tired, and you immediately gave up. There were times, where you can get up and walk as he demanded of you. However, now here you are in his arms, no longer responding to him, with two broken legs, as he was looking down on you with tears. "The contract has been fulfilled" He said, as you heard parchment being torn by your right ear. Alhaitham └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

He was looking down at you, in the surgery table, as he was reading a book on procedures. You were there, motionless, uncaring, as you were looking to the side. Nothing mattered anymore. You were a incredible intelligent women, director of the branch in the Akademiya that involve maths. Alhaitham loved you for your unique methods of solving problems and issues, and how unique it was. He read all your books and researched that you submitted. To you, he was a simple scribe who desires a comfortable life. You desired the same, as the more you two talked, the closer you guys got. You both read together, told each other stories, went on walks and even battled alongside each other. You were head over heels, he was perfect, until he wasn't. As said, the math branch is particularly male dominant, so you are often with males throughout the day. Especially, males who can’t keep their eyes and hands to themselves. Why must they placed their nasty fingers on your math notes? Asking questions with their pig breaths in your view? Alhaitham snapped, and decided, he wanted you to himself only. He took you on a nice date to his place, he wanted to show you his grandmother's book collections. He wanted to show you his personal prized possession. Once you fell asleep on top of him, in his arms. He carried you down to his basement, that of course Kaveh would never know about it. He gently strapped you into a bed, and kept you in the dark, no window of time, as there were no windows. Just darkness. You only need to rely on him, and him only. How long has it been? Days? Months? Years? You couldn’t tell, Alhaithaim forced you to fully rely on him, he bathed you, fed you, accompanied you to the bathroom with unneeded helicoptering. He would constantly hold you, cuddle you, love you to all his heart's content. Despite him constantly yelling at you, with the most sounded and logic argument of keeping you here with him. You don’t know how long it has been, but you were tired. There was nothing for you, besides this darkness...you eventually gave up. You slowly became a living doll to him. He didn’t like this, he wanted to try and get you back, nothing in his books were helping him, so...if he can’t help from the outside...he will have to go inside. It makes sense, no? Al Haitham tried to convince himself, as he is clenching his jaw, holding the scalpel in his head, ready to open your head and see what was wrong with you. His jaw his clenched harder, is he really going to defile the love of his life?...He had no other choice, you were no longer the love of his live...you were just a shell. With that last sound argument...he adjusted the scalpel and started. You made no sound. Cyno ❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉ ❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉ ❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

Cyno was in a bathtub with you, he was holding you against him as he washed your body. You head was laid on his shoulder, as you felt nothing but coldness. Cyno was washing your back, as he tried to talk to you, anything for you to respond to him. He was almost close to having a breakdown, very close to having a breakdown. You weren’t responding, moving or doing any basic human things for months. You used to be and officer of the desert, managing things that weren’t right, drug trades, illegal stunts, black market sellings. You were an offer of justice, you were someone who desired justice within the world. Cyno admire that of you. He would often ask you for information on his cases of students selling information. You were a women who won his heart, as you showed strong character and morals. However, you didn’t exactly like him back, in fact, you liked his friend more then him. Tighnari. You enjoyed flowers, and you loved it, seeing Tighnari with his Botany studies made your heart flutter, as you wanted to get to know him. It didn’t help that you would ask Cyno for advice or if you could meet Tighnari and be alone with him. Cyno started to become paranoid as he wanted you to be interested in him. He often sent his underlings to spy on you, and report to him on information. One day, you wanted to see Tighnari, as you brought flowers but there was only Cyno. In that moment, seeing you dressed up for Tighnari, he snapped. He walked up to you and pinned you against the wall. "What is so good about that disgusting fox? What about me? I can be anything you want me to be, yet...Why do you like Tighnari.."

He refused to let you go, as he held you in his arms tightly. He trapped you in his house, chained to the wall, as he forced you to give him attention. He would fight you everyday for your attention and favor, and sometimes even force it. He would force your hands to be on his bare chest, he would force kiss you. Pin you down to the ground and kiss you until you give in and kiss him back. That was the truth you loved him, wasn’t it? You were just playing hard to get. The forced you to be taken care of by him, however, one day you realized. This was your life, you had no family coming for you, and your job was probably replaced by another person. Your purpose was now fighting to be free...but sometimes you are tired. You decided to give up, as you felt Cyno's hands washing the delicate parts of your body, pleading you to wash him back.

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eremikas-bby · 10 months

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𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎

[Pt. 1]

Overview: You cuddle them for the first time, doing the sweetheart cradle/head-to-chest position.

Theme: Fluff, comfort, Headcanons, AOT x reader

Characters: Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Sasha Braus, Connie Springer, Jean Kirstein, Ymir, Historia Reiss

TW: Slight angst (?), physical touch

Eren Yeager

"Y/N?", he gently asks receiving no response. His breath hitched upon realizing that you have fallen asleep, observing your relaxed and calmed breathing.

His eyes widened, surprised by the thought of you getting to fall asleep on him. You feel his heartbeat pace faster.

You were unaware but he felt self-conscious and anxious, guilty if he would hurt you, as he recalled the people he had pained before.

He observed your precious and vulnerable state, and that softened him.

He eases into your touch, hugging you back softly. The beating goes slower, and a cold drop drops on your cheek, perishing on his shirt.

He felt comfort, he felt home feeling your warmth. And that stormed his head with thoughts, of fulfillment and apprehension to have found you.

"I love you...", he lightly whispered to your ear, a bittersweet tone.

[Mans has a soft spot for you 😭]

‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧︵‿

Mikasa Ackerman

She is not very much fond of physical touch but she knew and saw how tired you were, so she anticipated it and used it as an opportunity to show her affection with what she can and what she's comfortable with.

You were dazed, exhausted. There she was, welcoming you with open arms to lie on her. You had a small pillow talk about your day and how you felt until your eyes dropped heavier. You dozed off.

She sat there, frozen, holding you gently as porcelain like you were to break at any moment.

She closes her eyes, listening to the rhythm of your breathing, feeling the closeness of you and immersing in the moment.

She cautiously checks you out to see if there may be anything wrong. She's the one to observe your breathing patterns, and the positions you would shift to.

She will freely correct it because she wouldn't like for you to have muscle strains upon waking up.

If you tremble, she will rub your back gently and wrap her arms around you. "Shhh... Honey, calm down, deep breaths. Are you alright?"

Like how she promised Carla that she would protect Eren, she vows to her heart and to her own being, that she will love and protect you unconditionally for eternity for hers already beats for you... And she was fated with you, she believes.

‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧︵‿

Armin Arlert

His hands were occupied with a book until you teasingly laid on his chest. He felt nervous and you told him that you'll leave, though he insisted. He said he liked it.

Like Eren, Armin would be anxious, since he never really got close to anyone like this.

Though, once he gets used to it, the story he's reading gave him a spark of joy; an impulse to mollycoddle you. He brings the book to the side and puts his focus on you.

He adores you, stroking your hair lightly, rubbing circles on your back, rocking you back and forth mildly like a baby.

He smiles at you lovingly, cheeks plastered with light pink. He admires you quietly and sweetly. Thinking of how glad he is to have met you, how you completed him and improved him as a person. He reminisces the time you went to the sea together.

"When I'm with you, it seems like the world seems to stop... It's like everything calm and at peace, um... You're like the ocean to me, something I've loved dearly. Akin to the limitless horizon, and the infinite waves, I wish to love you endlessly forever." he unconsciously muttered, earning a little flinch from you. "Oh- I'm sorry.", he said stilly pressing his lips together with cheeks flushed, cringing at what he had said. He sighs, scratching gently through your hair, rocking you once again.

‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧︵‿

Sasha Braus

You guys just finished having a pillow fight when you laid on her. Seeing you comfy on her chest ignited an affectionate side of her, so she tried hugging you back giggling seeing that you'd fallen asleep.

She looks at you observantly, randomly booping your nose or poking your cheek, then will mutter how cute you look.

A few moments apart, she'll probably order Connie around to get her some chips, water, and chocolate right after, and let's say she'd try her best to not get crumbs on you which she would later on flick off.

"Thanks for being my best bud, and for always being by my side Y/N." She yawns, "Nap time!"

She will fall asleep in milliseconds. Be prepared and take caution for she may throw you out of her arms since she has deep sleep sessions.

‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧︵‿

Connie Springer

He isn't that much of a fan of physical touch, so it will take a lot of persuading.

However, once he gave it a chance, it becomes a big core memory in your relationship. He will take goofy ahh photos of you and would crack up some inside jokes about it. He will probably apply the simple drawing techniques Jean taught him to draw you. He will overexaggerate it to sorta meme you, and it will be hilarious.

Though, he may have not said it but he finds you so cute and delicate when you're asleep.

Just like what he murmured; "Hope you know that you have a special place in my heart and soul. I'm glad to be the one you chose." He will smile and cringe what he said and would just snicker it off.

He will probably complain about his arm/ leg falling asleep right after to cover up what he said but he wouldn't move one bit because he doesn't want to wake you up. (he'd still complain about leg and arm pains once you wake up-)

‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧︵‿

Jean Kirstein

You would've talked tons about it previously. And as promised, you were on his chest. the pace of his heart is fast because he would be very flustered and happy.

His hands and feet would be s h a k i n g that you could feel him randomly just move ever so often. And that's because he's just in awe of you.

He will say things like;

"Aww you're so adorable."

"You're so pretty, it's unreal."

Once he gets breather, he would be so soft. He will let you stay there, caressing you.

"Thank you for being mine, chipmunk."

He would probably doze off with you, as well.

Unlike Sasha, he would be more cautious of his surroundings and would protect her baby >:(

Like Connie, he would draw you, too! The image of you sleeping got a little too stuck in his mind and he will draw that ever so often when he needs to practice or gain drawing motivation.

(He will make you appreciate yourself about them, too 🥺)

Once, you wake up he would jump high asfk, flexing that he's a gentleman now or whatever

‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧︵‿

Ymir Freckles-

You told her that you wanted to cuddle. And unexpectedly, she said yes. Though, let's just say that came with a cost.

Ymir acts like she hates physical touch and she will bully you out of your clasp. When you fall asleep on her, she will wake you up teasingly. She will also storm you with tickles to wake you tf up when you don't move away (LMFAO she's just a big meanie).

But that's just how she shows her love. Of course, she would let you cuddle her... Just right after you have fallen asleep.

She will pull you close to her chest and apologize, kissing your forehead. She will run her hands through your scalp and hair, occasionally kissing every expanse of what she's able to reach.

"I love you so much. Please don't ever leave me. You are all I want and need, sweetheart."

‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧︵‿

Historia Reiss-

Considering that Historia is very much a hopeless romantic, cuddling like this has been a bucket list for her from the first time she laid her eyes on you.

She will mention it several times, and you would reach the extent where you just crave it. So, you both agreed to finally do it.

Oh, she will be so sweet and loving to you. Seeing you peacefully dozing off makes her determined to protect and love you more.

She will shush every person that dares to enter and lightly point at you, smiling proudly. Let's say she may have shooed them away, as she wants to maintain the serenity and intimacy of the room with you.

She will be smiling brightly, cheeks painted with pink, looking at you. She will caress your cheek, back, and neck returning to stroking your hair. She does not. AND TRIES TO NOT look away from you. She wants to see you every single second, not missing anything.

"I'm glad to be with you, love. I wish I could make it up for everything you've done for me. Remember that I'll always be by your side, okay?" She says in a low voice, slightly unnoticeable.

She will give off a light giggle when she sees you smile in your sleep.

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A/N: Not vv original and sorta cringe, honestly. (Don't come at me-)

Wattpady wattpad post for the week but hope y'all enjoyed it! ^^

Feel free to send in your comments/ suggestions on what I may still have to improve on. Comment down below if ya want pt. 2 :P

Love y'all. Please take care of yourselves <3

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Notes: Accomplished on June 22, 2023. Edited and re-written on June 23-24

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manicpixiefelix · 2 months

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Felix volunteering as a Christmas elf in a mall or Christmas village and omg, him in his costume is so adorable and he's having so much fun in the way only a filthy rich trust fund kid can. There's a huge line of girls who just want to talk to him

okay but this is fantastic as someone who's worked as a santa's elf myself, i can picture this so well

because Felix makes it absolutely magical for the kids, always fully committed to the bit, treating them like absolute royalty and matching their excited energy to meet Santa. there's a line of girls for felix, yes, but there's also countless mothers who see this wonderful young man interacting with their kids and they suddenly feel like a teenager with a crush for the five minutes they get to interact with him.

there's a few different people who play santa throughout the week and Felix get to know them all. they're fond of his enthusiasm and he comes to love how many of them do this despite the low pay because it's worth it to make the children happy.

felix spending down time on a slow day sitting down like a little kid on the christmas set, listening to the santas tell stories about their favourite moments from the past few years since they'd started dressing as santa. he's so caught up in the magic of it all.

that being said, there's a few other elves that he works with and while they're all kind, not all of them can or want to match his energy. he also gets the nickname Buddy from the 2003 movie Elf, where Will Ferrell plays a human 'elf' who is much taller than all the actual elves. you get the idea. he also gets called this (at first jokingly) by quite a few of the people who come to meet Santa for the exact same reason. he's a very tall elf. i love him.

the other elves will always push felix towards the nervous or bratty children, as he's kind of magic at getting them settled.

while the other elves he works with quickly become immune to his nonsense and most of his charms, the one that sometimes catches people off guard is whenever he offers to hold babies of often frantic mothers, who usually have quite a few children to try and get settled in with Santa.

please im begging you, picture felix in an elf outfit, gently cradling and rocking a crying child, smiling so warmly down at the little baby in his arms, softly cooing 'it's alright, you're going to be such a perfect little angel for santa, aren't you?" and being so pleased when the baby stops crying and babbling at him. the mother is both surprised and relieved, and felix just shrugs like it's the easiest thing in the world, telling her it's no trouble at all.

however the minute someone mentions that he's going to be a good dad, he gets this panicked look that alarms his coworkers. they never bring that idea up again. (he's like 18 of course he panics lol)

felix being both flattered and horrified by his groupies, since most of them are teenage girls who try and flirt with him using christmas-themed pick up lines and he's never had to deal with being hit on at work before but It's Not Fun. yes the other elves find his predicament endlessly funny, but they do also cover for him without question when he gets too uncomfortable and needs to hide around the back of the set. they can, will, and have called security on his behalf and they will do it again.

it's for this reason that their team especially grows to be very close and quite good friends over the season. a lot of the older elves, or even just those who have been doing it a few years and may have some similar experiences (though usually not as frequent or as intense as felix's) become very protective over him. they get drinks together, and exchange little christmas gifts at the end of the season. felix is very excited to get all of his coworkers gifts, he picks them out all special and personalised on his day off. when he puts effort in, i genuinely believe felix could be a fantastic gift giver.... however i also believe he doesn't get invested often enough in the idea of given presents for that to be much of a known fact about him. in fact, i think his family believes he's terrible at giving gifts. anyways.

just...... christmas elf!felix being so enamoured by the magic of it all, even in the middle of a busy shopping mall. he so would be.

#felix catton x reader #felix catton imagine #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #felix cattons adventures in employment #it shouts back

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palioom · 10 months

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anything you want

summary: needy and desperate for you all day, you promise maxwell to help him with his frustrations. but it's a little different from what he had in mind.

pairing: subby!maxwell lord x f!reader word count: 2.9k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n ; some swearing, unprotected p in v, handcuffs, sub!maxwell; teasing, some edging, oral (m & f receiving); deepthroating; face sitting; cowgirl; implied cockwarming a/n: this is my first time writing a subby male character, enjoy!

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“My love, please.” He moaned, arms flexing as he pulled against the restraints on his handcuffs. “Don’t you think I have- ah, suffered enough?”

She shook her head slowly, wide grin on her face as she attached her lips to his neck, teasing her teeth along his skin.

“I’m far from done with you, Max.” She purred, feeling him shiver and his hips jerk up. “You’ve been so desperate for me all day, you can wait just a little longer.”

Maxwell swallowed hard, closing his eyes.

Why had he said yes to this?

To have her handcuff him to the headboard, naked and hard as a rock while she teased and teased and teased him endlessly.

He was insane, but God, it felt good.

“I want you to beg for me, baby.” She said, her fingers running down his soft stomach, feeling the hair that started just below his navel. His muscles jumped at her touch, making her smirk against his skin, kissing up to his ear.

The little sounds he made, switching between grunting and whimpering when her hand came too close to his cock, they were intoxicating to her.

“Tell me what you need, Maxwell, and you’ll get it.”

Biting into his earlobe, she felt how he shivered, heard the groan hitching on his breath. Her hand wandered lower, fingertips just inches away from where he needed her most right now.

“My darling-” His words died in his throat when she kissed the underside of his jaw, the rattling of the handcuffs sounding from above her.

“You’re so sensitive.” She giggled, kissing her way up until she found his mouth, her hands cradling his face as she straddled him, careful not to touch his dick just yet.

No, he had to earn that.

And even if he struggled to right now, she knew that he would be very happy about it again later.

“Would you be so kind as to touch me?” He asked between her kisses, shifting underneath her, trying to get something, anything. “Please, my dear.”

She placed a kiss on his beautiful, big nose before kissing down his cheek to his jaw again, her hands on his chest as she inched further down.

“A start.” She said, biting the skin at the crook of his neck, grinning at the choked sound that left him. “But you can do better, baby.”

Again, the sound of metal against metal, the handcuffs above him as he breathed in deeply.

“My dear, please.” He said, voice strained as she travelled down, her hands running over his sides. It was adorable how he tried. “Please, touch me.”

“I am, baby.” She laughed, kissing his stomach, looking up at him. His eyes followed her intently, as she scooted back, careful not to touch his dick. “Or ain’t I?”

“You know what I mean.” He breathed, hips shifting when she kissed his happy trail, staying there as she peppered his abdomen with bites and kisses. “Please.”

“But I don’t.” She replied.

Smiling up at him still, all innocent.

God, she was beautiful, even when she teased.

Maybe even more beautiful because she teased.

“Tell me exactly what you need, pretty boy.”

She resumed kissing him, below his navel, over to his hip bones, but never further down.

He squirmed at the name, craning his head.

Maxwell could try and sit this out, but he had wanted her all day already. At this point, it was starting to hurt, his leaking cock so close to her mouth as it throbbed, aching for her attention.

“I want your mouth on me, darling.” He spoke, watching as she kissed lower with a grin, his muscles flexing. “I want your tongue around my- around my dick, please, my dear. Please.”

She hummed, placing a kiss against the base of it, the neatly trimmed hair tickling her as it rested lightly against her cheek.

Just looking up at him for a moment, watching his reaction.

“What else do you need?” She asked, flattening her tongue against the underside of his cock, listening to his whimpers, how they became louder when the tip of her tongue ran over the slit, tasting the precum.

He looked hot, struggling against the restraints like this, muscles in his arms flexing, the vein on his neck popping out as he set his jaw.

The need and desperation in his eyes as he knew she could stop just as quickly as she had started if he made one wrong move.

“I want to be inside of you.” He breathed, voice thin. This really took all of his strength, his dick twitching as she wrapped a hand around the base, just lightly squeezing.

The thought of her mouth around him was almost enough to make him cum, so worked up and sensitive.

She let the nails of her free hand roam over his hip, seeing the goosebumps appear on his skin, kissing the tip of his dick.

“Where?” She teased, pressing kisses along his cock, all the way down until she licked a stripe up again, repeating her earlier motion. “Say it, I wanna hear you.”

“In- Inside your pussy- Fuck.” His voice broke when she took him in her mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his hips jerking up.

Still struggling against the restraints, his fingers flexing open and closed. The desperation on his face now clear as daylight.

Brows furrowed together, lips slightly parted. His hair a mess.

She hummed around him, the vibration only making him whimper more. Taking him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as her hand worked on what she couldn’t fit.

“Good job, Max.” She giggled when she let go of him for a moment, her hand splaying over his abdomen to keep his hips from moving. “Now beg me a little more while I suck your cock and I’ll give you all you asked for. Be nice and vocal for me, yeah?”

He cursed under his breath, head thrown back for a moment before he looked at her, saw how she took him into his mouth, how her lips stretched around his dick.

How she took him deeper, all the way until her nose pressed against his abdomen and her throat tightened around him for a moment.

All before she came up again for air, a small string of spit connecting her lips and his cock.

The moan that left him was music to her ears, as was his begging.

“Baby, please. Do that again, please.” He whimpered, seeing her smirk as she closed her mouth around him again, the hand not on his stomach now moving to his balls. “You’re so gorgeous- Fuck, I need you, dear.”

His balls twitched in her hand as she took him as deep as she could again, staying there as she felt the vein at the underside of his cock throb against her tongue.

Damn, he was close.

It burned in her throat, but seeing him lose composure, his hips bucking up into her mouth, his arms fighting against the handcuffs, all that was enough to make up for it.

“You’re so pretty when you’re struggling, Maxwell.” She said with a wide grin when she came up again, chuckling when his hips jerked up into nothing.

“Dear, please let me-” He was too close to the edge, looking at her lips, seeing his cock twitch right below them.

He couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Let you what?” She asked, drawing her hand away from his balls, crawling over his body.

When she was level with his head, she caressed his cheek, a little pout of mock concern on her face.

“Talk to me, baby, what do you need?” She asked before kissing him deeply, using his moan to slip her tongue into his mouth.

It took a couple of seconds before he caved. “Let me cum in your mouth, please.”

God, he sounded desperate. How adorable.

“You’d love that, hm?” She whispered, moving back again, wrapping her hand around his cock, giving him a few gentle pumps but stopping right before he got too close.

“Yes, please, darling.” He hissed, brows furrowed and his eyes pleading. The way she built him up just to let him fall again was driving him insane.

“You plead so nicely.”

With that, she was on him again, bobbing her head as she swirled her tongue around him. And it didn’t take long before his orgasm hit him, coming with a strangled moan as she took him deeper, humming when she felt the salty taste fill her mouth.

The sound of the handcuffs was a constant background noise, and she watched his muscles flex against them, how he ground his teeth together, the way his hips squirmed and pushed up into her mouth as he continued pulsing.

Sweat had built up on his forehead and as he calmed down slowly, small pants left him, looking at her as she lifted her mouth off his softening dick, crawling over him again.

Smiling, she pressed a lazy kiss to his lips, his whole being now less tense that he had been able to let go of some of the frustration. Though, she could still feel some leftover tension.

“Feeling better?” She cooed, brushing back some of his blonde hair, cupping his cheek. “You did so well, baby.”

He groaned, knowing just by her voice that this hadn’t been all.

“Better, but-”

She shook her head. “You’re not done, I know you’re still all tense and worked up and as a good girlfriend I have to help you, right?”

Grinning, she sat up, just looking at him for a moment, seeing how the wheels in his head turned.

She wasn’t quite sure if he was excited or scared.

“You said you wanted my pussy, didn’t you, Maxwell?” She purred, hands roaming over his broad shoulders.

He nodded, swallowing hard, gaze jumping down to where she was already dripping wet, hovering over his stomach.

“What if you eat me out until you’re ready again, baby?” The answer was clear to her already, knowing he would never say no. He loved eating her out, and not being able to be in control might just excite him a little more. “You’d love that, right?”

Maxwell nodded again, this time licking his lips, once again forgetting his wrists were cuffed to the bed, just wanting to touch her.

“Scoot down a little more, let me ride your face.”

His eyes widened but he didn’t have to be told twice, moving down as well as the cuffs allowed, then watching her as she positioned herself over his face.

Sinking down, she moaned when she felt his eager tongue against her, his nose bumping against her clit as he lapped at her.

One hand gripped his hair, holding him in place as her hips rocked back and forth, the other on the headboard to give her something to hold on to.

“Yes, like that, Max.” She breathed, head thrown back, biting her lip.

God, was he fucking talented at this, sucking on her clit when she gave him the chance before using his tongue to fuck into her again.

Building her up quickly, making her legs shake as she finally looked down at him, tightening the grip on his hair as the rhythm of her hips became more erratic.

“You’re so good, fuck.” She moaned, taking a glance behind her and seeing his dick already hardening again. “And you’re getting so excited from this, aren’t you?”

He hummed into her and the vibrations let her topple over, whimpering but bracing herself on the headboard.

Almost there, just a little more.

“Max- Please.”

Again he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard, looking up at her as her breath hitched when her orgasm hit her. Moaning loudly, her hips bucked against his face, and he was quick to lap up everything she gave him, groaning against her.

She truly was beautiful like this, biting her lip and her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as she rode out the waves on him.

Gathering her breath, she moved off of him, seeing his chin glistening and giggling at the sight, Maxwell breathing hard as well as he licked his lips.

“You’re always so good to me.” She breathed, smoothing back his hair again, then letting the knuckle of one finger run down his cheek. “And looks like you’re ready for your reward, hm?”

Even he had to chuckle at that.

Reward.

“Yes, please, darling.” He said, showing he had learned. His dark eyes following her hips as she moved. “Please, I need you.”

She shifted back, wrapping one hand around his hard cock and guiding it against her pussy, flinching a little as the head rubbed against her clit, still overly sensitive.

“You sound so sweet when you beg me.”

She sank down on him with a groan, bracing herself on his chest as she felt him stretch her open, hearing how he moaned at her squeezing him.

“But you sound better when I’m fucking you.”

Slowly she began to roll her hips, moaning when he brushed up against that sensitive spot inside her.

His eyes went back and forth between her breasts as they bounced, just wanting to reach out and touch them, and his dick sliding in and out of her. A strangled moan left him at the sight, his hips pushing up against her.

“Ah-ah, stop squirming, Max.” She said, stopping her hips for a moment even if she deprived herself. “I’m fucking you, baby, not you me.”

An annoyed and frustrated sigh left Maxwell, trying to keep still as she resumed her pace, going a little faster.

“Let me touch you, dear, please give me that.” He begged, his arms beginning to hurt from the strain as he kept moving them. “Dear, please.”

She smiled, breathless laughter leaving her as she sat up more straight, her fingertips barely touching his chest now. Head thrown back.

How sweet he could beg.

“What do you wanna touch, Max?” She asked, squeezing him particularly hard to torture him, relishing in his whimper and moan. “C’mon, tell me.”

“Fuck- I want to touch your breasts, darling.” He rushed his words, feeling so sensitive as she gripped him tight. “They’re so perfect, please.”

She bit her lip, thinking about it for a moment as she sped up her movements on top of him.

“No.”

The whine that came from him was more than delicious, and she watched as he squirmed in frustration below her, trying to keep his hips still.

A quiet laugh slipped past her lips.

He looked so good, all flushed and desperate below her. This was something to do more often, for sure.

“Darling, please-”

Yes, he was close, just as she was.

Bending down, she captured his lips with hers, her hand wandering down between them, finding her clit.

“Bet you’d love to do that, huh?” She whispered against his lips with a smile. “Rub my clit? Oh, darling.”

Her tongue slipped into his mouth, swallowing his soft noises.

She kept rubbing tight circles into her clit, when she suddenly clamped around him, moaning loudly and breaking the kiss as she shook on top of him. There was the vague feeling of his cock twitching inside her, filling her up as he moaned and whimpered.

Trying to break free from the handcuffs.

She helped him ride out his orgasm, then slowly stopped, staying where she was on top of him, just lazily kissing him.

“You’ve done so well for me, Max.” Her voice was a whisper as she reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the small key before unlocking the handcuffs around his wrists, letting them dangle from the headboard.

Immediately his arms were around her middle, roaming over her back and just feeling her as they kissed.

“How do you feel?” She asked, wanting to make sure this hadn’t been too much for him. “Everything okay?”

She brushed his hair back, expression soft now as she looked at him.

“Everything’s perfect.” He sighed, cradling her cheeks now. “Thank you, love.”

While it had been frustrating, he enjoyed giving control over to her, not even being able to touch her. It was exciting and different.

“Good.” She smiled, kissing his nose softly. “You were really needy, baby.”

He only chuckled, pulling her closer.

“You think you can stay like this a little longer?” He asked quietly, enjoying how she felt around him, her warmth.

It was different, but comforting.

“Sure, baby.”

She kissed him again before resting her head against his shoulder with a sigh, hearing him groan as she shifted a little to get comfortable.

“Anything you want, Maxwell.”

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord x you #maywell lord smut #maxwell lord imagine #wonder woman 84 #wonder woman #pedro pascal #fic #fan fic #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 months

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OH MY GOD I have a delicious angst idea concerning Immortal! FL and Soulmate AU (technically hurt comfort so even better)

Long after Legacy's soulmate has passed away, he still stares at the faded name written across his arm, longing for someone that cannot come back to him.

So when another name randomly pops up, centuries after his soulmate's death, he is livid at celestia. Are they trying to console an unholy creature plagued with immortality by giving him another soulmate? Really? It seems like a cruel joke. It seems like celestia is taunting him, giving him a stranger to replace the love of his life, like giving a kid a toy to distract them from throwing a tantrum. He doesn't like that. Oh, he doesn't like that, deep within grief even after so long.

So he isolates himself, deep within a place no mortal can reach. He never seeks them out. Not that name, nor the second, nor the following that pop up whenever the most recent one has turned gray and faded. He stares at his body, littered with names long gone unreadable under his armor, and he curses celestia.

It takes him a long time to realise that each name marked on his body is a reincarnation of his soulmate, endlessly searching for the same name written in abyssal script, seeking the figure that appears every time they close their eyes. It isn't until the nth reincarnation that they manage to venture into the abyss themselves without perishing.

And he finds the same face before him, vividly awakening memories he has stewed in by himself for nearly a millennium.

(Does he try to attack them, blinded by grief and rage at celestia still, thinking its another way to mock him? Does he stagger backwards, horrified with himself when you call out his name again in that same frightened tone usually reserved for fear? Does he cry out, cradling your injured body, trying to undo what he has done? Do they perish once again by his hand or do they survive?)

ohhhghghhh you are EVIL for doing this to me. EVIL!!!!! but i loooooove it >:)

there's been a hole in your heart ever since you were born. that's not to say that you couldn't love- you can and will, with great effect; you adore all your friends and take great joy in making them happy. but there's this constant feeling of emptiness in your chest, like you lost something precious ages ago; it never goes away no matter what you do, and that's not even mentioning the name of your supposed soulmate on your arm, written in a language no one has seen and faded gray as dust. you've taken to covering it up when you're out and about, sick of the strangers who tut and give you pitying looks or suddenly begin spouting love advice when you've never even spoken to them. it's a nuisance- a painful, hollow nuisance of impossibility

your soulmate's name has done one good thing for you, though- driven your interest in lost languages and ruins, of the civilizations that came before. some folks tell you to stay away from such topics, that the knowledge was lost for a reason, and that it's really none of your business... but you've never been the type to leave a mystery unsolved. using the name scrawled across your arm as a reference, you find yourself venturing down, down, down, until you finally take the leap and descend beneath Teyvat. it becomes more and more difficult to breathe the deeper you go, the cold stars that appear on the cliffs and rock doing nothing to light your way in the slightest

you can barely even inhale, letting out a few dry coughs as you press your back against the wall, vision blurry. your senses flicker and break like glass- a rumbling growl, a flash of silver, and a sudden, high-pitched shriek- before everything goes black

it's the bright, shining sun that wakes you up, only to quickly squeeze your eyes shut again when you're blinded by its light. you're in a cave- a cave on the surface of Teyvat, and you can breathe again. your chest still aches and your limbs are still heavy, but at least your lungs are clear of whatever miasma that settled there. you hear a soft trill and tilt your head, letting out an alarmed squeak when you come face-to-face with a monster. it's from the Abyss, no doubt, an intimidating figure of armor and claws and twin horns, crimson and pointed... yet you don't feel afraid. after the momentary surprise leaves you, the creature feels almost familiar, hunching in on itself with quiet whines and chirps. slowly you reach out a hand, then stop as something flashes on your skin. your soulmate's name, one gray and faded, now shines a brilliant silver like the stars themselves

the beast beside you lets out a chitter when it sees the name, scooting closer and holding out its own arm, and there- there! written in elegant script, in the same silver shade, is your own name, glowing on top of countless other old scribbles that you can't even read

you look up at the monster, meeting its crystalline gaze, and your heart finally feels whole

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dent-de-leon · 11 months

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Kingsley doesn’t like the red moon watching. It’s not hers, not the brilliant beacon of light and comfort that always guided him home. Catha’s light cradled him in her embrace, so warm and welcoming from the moment his fledgling soul was born. But Ruidus’ vermillion glow felt terribly alien and cold.

A thousand eyes opening wide, a city of countless screaming minds, the whole world shattering, void black shackles breaking. A red moon bleeding into every dream. An otherworldly ancient, primal scream--

He wakes with a ragged gasp, soaked in sweat and fighting to catch his breath. For a moment, the whole room pitches forward; teeters off-kilter and slants sideways until it gradually rights itself, falling into an easy rhythm as it gently rocks and sways, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to ward off the wave of sudden vertigo. Distantly, his scattered mind dimly realizes he's still at sea, bedridden in his old cabin aboard The Balleater, back when The Mollymauk was still just a far-off dream.

Still adrift in the vision of a red moon haze, Kingsley hears snatches of words that he can’t seem to place, just snippets of things.

“—as soon as I could.”

“We know. Thank you, Caleb. You’re always taking care of everyone.”

“Nein, I was just—any one of you would have done the same.”

“What about Yasha and Beau? Do they know?"

“Time seemed of the essence. Beauregard is away on a research trip, looking into some of these...anomolies. And I feared I would not reach Yasha before…before he…”

“You think he’ll come out of it?”

“Yes. I think he…he just needs time.”

“Cad said that too! I can message him and Yasha in the morning…”

Footsteps slowly recede, pattering off down the hall, and the door closes softly. When King's eyes flutter open, Caleb is collapsing in the bedside chair with a heavy sigh, weighed down by a bone deep weariness.

The man’s head is bowed, long auburn hair hanging over his eyes, hiding him away. He rubs his hands together, as if for warmth, and Kingsley swears he can see a spark of fire warming his fingertips. It’s a nervous habit, the way Caleb wrings his hands and traces a sign in the air like that, hands twisting and turning as if to reach for that flicker of flame, feeding fire with the flow of magic itching at his fingertips, coaxing that raw rush of power into heat and light and warmth.

Overstimulated, King thinks. Too keyed up and anxious. Wants to quiet the current of adrenaline still coursing through his veins, just can’t stop and sit still.

King knows that feeling well.

“Caleb?” He mumbles blearily, throat still wrung hoarse and ragged.

Moonweaver, he sounds like shit. Probably looks even worse. Not his best day for surprise visits from pretty wizards.

Caleb bolts up to his feet in a flash, reaches for King on sheer instinct before he stops himself, hand hanging outstretched between them. Kingsley wants to close the distance, but then Caleb lets his hands drop miserably back into his lap as he slumps into the old creaking chair, drawing a deep breath.

“You’re—you’re awake.” His voice cracks in relief, the barest spark of a smile gracing his gentle face.

Oh, I better be. Had more than enough of dreams.

“And you’re a pretty sight to wake up to,” King rasps, fangs bared in a rakish grin.

Caleb laughs—a terribly miserable and despondent thing, devoid of mirth—more a choked sob and a croak.

“You gave us quite the scare, Circus Man.”

The whole world slipping out from beneath his feet, collapsing under a blood red flare from the fell moon. Everything drowned out by a piercing, ancient scream, echoing endlessly. Still reeling from visions of a starry sea, the chains snapping free, a woman swathed in glistening moonlight drifting through his dreams.

Her cards are all spread before him, the final one turning over to reveal The Mirror. A premonition. A truth that's hard to swallow. Something lurking in the shadows. A red moon eclipsing the world in its eerie sanguine glow, drawing him in like moth to flame. It makes the shattered shards of another life slowly resurface, dredged up from the deepest, darkest recesses of fractured memories. Something he tried to bury.

Buried--choking on dirt and gasping for air, clawing away at the earth as it devoured him, scraping away at rock and mud and decay until he breaks the surface and a crack of gleaming moonlight illuminated the darkness. And when he reaches up to the sky, to the night, to the goddess who beckoned him home--it's not her face he sees, but the crimson flare of fate-twisting Ruidus. And he is alone. Carved out. Abandoned.

When the sky is no longer bleeding red, he is left lying on the deck, head cradled in his hands. Breaths coming sharp and shaky. Cold and hollowed out, empty, empty--

"Nein," a voice whispers fiercely, warm hands cradling his face, trailing down to caress his cheek, pulling him in. "You're empty no longer, Mr. Tealeaf. Understand? I...I am so sorry, that you are caught up in all this. But, Beauregard and I are trying to make it right. I swear, we will do whatever it takes to relieve you of this pain, Tealeaf. You and all the others bound by this fate."

Hand trembling as he reaches out again, still wallowing in his grief and holding himself back. But his face isn't so pale, his clothes no longer threadbare rags hanging on skin and bones. Healing is a slow, sorely tender thing. His lovely blue eyes are still rimmed by heavy dark circles, and it tugs at something in King's heart that his Magician has not known a restful night. He wants to sling his arms around Caleb and gently pull him into bed, curl up against him until they both find respite.

But he knows he can't have that, and it makes him all the more desperate.

"You're leaving again," King says. It's not a question; he can see it in the mage's maudlin eyes, the way he wrings his calloused hands.

You left first, something vicious and long since buried hisses in the back of his mind, a clawing ache he could not deny. It's your own damn fault for always running away. For pushing everyone away--

"Ja. I must. Beauregard and I, we--we will not be gone long. I hope. But...we cannot return to Wildemount yet. I can't--Not until I know that monster will never harm another soul again."

Kingsley is about to argue, words barbed as viciously as the heat of his infernal blood. It's not Caleb's fight, doesn't have to be; hasn't he given enough? Hasn't he bled and cried and flayed himself alive enough? And for what? For a world that will never thank him? For the grim satisfaction of his own guilt-ridden conscience, still begging to be punished as some imagined penance? Hasn't he suffered enough? Caleb Widogast is only human. Only mortal. Surely this cruel world had taken enough--

It hits him like a gut punch--the fact that Caleb is here. Darktow. An ocean away from his contact in Marquet. He couldn't be pried from his arduous investigation there for months, often went entire weeks without word. And the singular intensity of his focus only mounted as the solstice drew near, withdrawing entirely from the rest of the Nein, fixated on saving the whole world all on his own.

Caleb wouldn't just drop everything and leave the continent, not when he was so close to a breakthrough. Not for this. Not for him--for some bad dreams and the patchwork pieces of a broken soul, indulging in a stranger's whims the way one might comfort a child after night terrors.

Surely Caleb wouldn't risk jeopeordizing his whole mission just for him. Not when you were the one who killed him.

“You’re--you're not real,” Kingsley murmurs, hating himself for how terribly obvious that feels.

Caleb arches an eyebrow at him, a sly smile stealing over his lips. He leans in conspiratorially, as if to share a secret. “Oh? I’m not?”

And yes, well. That is bloody adorable.

It startles a laugh out of him, bleeding away a bit of tension.

“Ja, ja,” King hums good-naturedly, playing along with this admittedly pretty dream. “You’re just another dream-memory…thing. That. Go on, shoo. I need to sleep.”

“And if I was real,” he dares, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “What would I have to do? To prove it to you?”

Caleb lays a gentle hand on King’s own, and gods it feels so bloody real. He can’t suppress a shiver, a shudder, can’t stop his body from turning to greedily bask in the tender intimacy of that one simple gesture.

“Don’t leave,” he whines.

Fuck. Why couldn’t he just bite his tongue?

Caleb’s eyes close, a dark crease etched in his brow. He takes a deep, measured breath, steeling his composure.

“Okay,” he says. Relents. The word comes out hoarse, strangled, like it’s physically painful to stop himself from saying anything more.

He shouldn't cling to the man like a corpse seeking warmth--like he did when he first clawed his way out of the grave. A hollow, empty shell drawn to every spark of light and vibrant soul, captivated by all the joy and color in the world. Longing to bask in the beautiful brilliance of someone real and whole. Just another nameless shade trailing after the living, a wayward spirit meant to be forgotten. Craving any taste of physical touch and affection, anything that let him feel almost real.

“You’re not here,” Kingsley insists, turning over and letting his eyes drift shut. “So’s fine. You’re just another dream. A good dream, but. I’m done with dreams. Just wanna fucking sleep.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Tealeaf.”

“Mmm. My friends call me Molly,” he mumbles, petulant and sleepy. The words come unbidden, an automatic reflex that feels far too achingly familiar.

Caleb’s brows shoot up, eyes going wide. For a moment, Tealeaf worries he’s misstepped in this delicate dance, said something wrong, but then the wizard gives his hand a reassuring squeeze, just the gentlest touch of pressure to ground him.

“Ja, alright then. Goodnight, Molly.”

Caleb waits until King’s eyes flutter shut and his breathing starts to slow. When he turns his head into the pillow and feels himself slipping deeper into darkness, only then does Tealeaf hear the slight scrape of a chair and the soothing murmur of soft Zemnian. A hand alights on his cheek, the barest brush of skin on skin, a whispered caress. The faintest touch of lips pressed to his fever warm forehead.

He can’t help but smile as he drifts off to sleep.

#widomauk #mollymauk #caleb widogast #kingsley tealeaf #putting this here cause ive had it lying around for a while and i am once again thinking of ruidusborn king and caleb solstice reunion

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malaisequotes · 6 months

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“From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears, from those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist, from the thousand responses of my heart never to cease.”

Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking by Walt Whitman

#Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking #Walt Whitman #Quote #Poetry #Leaves of Grass

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bazzpop · 7 months

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Solace

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Mesopotamia, 3005 B.C.

Crawley found comfort in the stars.

He hadn’t remembered much from his time spent as an angel—the memories having been ripped from him the same way his grace had—but he remembered the stars.

Or, more specifically, he remembered his stars—the ones he’d explicitly had a hand in creating.

The memories he retained were jumbled and fragmented, most being way too hazy to make any real sense out of, but he could tell which ones were his when he first laid eyes on them. He could feel it, almost as if—despite his new nature—he was still…connected to them, somehow, and he took comfort in that. At least that hadn’t been taken from him in the Fall.

Wistfully, he laid against a flat boulder, still warm enough to provide a defense against the cool desert night, and stared up at his crowning achievements that would stand the test of time.

Looking at them from Earth was fine, and beautiful in its own way, but it wasn’t nearly as great as seeing them up close and taking in their true brilliance. They appeared a lot smaller than when he’d cradled them in his hands, coaxing them to grow and shine as brightly as they could, and now only seemed to be no more than pinpricks that dotted across an endlessly dark sky.

Crawley was so lost in his own head—too busy thinking back on how it felt to hold and crank out new stars and nebulae—chest aching with something that felt so close to loss that he didn’t rightly know how to deal with it—that the scuffle of someone tentatively approaching him went unnoticed until that same someone spoke into the night.

“Is that you Crawley?”

Crawley startled so violently at the intrusion he nearly fell from the rock, down onto the plush sand below him. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d fallen from somewhere, but at least this time there would have been a much softer landing. Not that he needed to worry about landing, though, as a strong hand shot out from pale robes to steady him before he could even tumble off.

“Aziraphale?” He couldn’t help asking, even as the angel stood right in front of him. “What’re you doing here?”

“Oh, nothing, really. I’ve been doing some blessings for the people of Ur, but nothing major.” Aziraphale took a step back, hand falling from Crawley’s shoulder to twine his fingers together. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Demons don’t get startled,” growled the demon, though he scooted over and patted the rock next to him invitingly.

“Of course they don’t, my mistake.” Aziraphale amended, taking the offered seat. “So, what are you doing out here?”

“Stargazing,” Crawley answered honestly, settling onto his back and looking up once again. Aziraphale joined him a moment later, laying down with a quiet hum.

They laid together like that for a while, side by side under the night sky, taking turns knocking their feet playfully against the other’s every couple of moments as they basked in the simple intimacy of being in company with the closest thing either of them had ever considered a friend.

But then Aziraphale’s expression turned troubled, prompting Crawley to break the silence between them.

“Something on your mind, angel?”

Aziraphale hesitated, fighting with himself to find the right words, before he propped himself up on his elbow to look at the demon next to him.

“Do you—ah, do you miss it?” He asked, squeezing his hands tightly over his chest, tone sounding almost…guilty, for some strange reason.

“Miss wot?”

“You know, um…making stars.” Aziraphale waggled his fingers in a poor attempt at mimicking what he’d seen Crawley do long ago, under a different—more angelic—name.

“Don’t really remember it,” Crawley sniffed, pointedly not looking at Aziraphale, and instead locked his eyes on a blue star—another one of his—that twinkled in the distance. Suspiciously, it almost reminded him of the angel’s eyes.

“I see…” Aziraphale sighed, dropping back down to rest his head beside Crawley’s, fiery curls tickling his ear, and miracled a wine skin for them to share until dawn.

—

South Downs, 5,031 years later

The night was clear, if a bit on the chillier side as Summer gave way to Autumn in the South Downs, and an angel and a demon were nestled under a tartan blanket on the porch swing overlooking their garden.

Tonight was a special night, after all.

One of Crowley’s stars—the very first one he’d ever made—was dying.

When Crowley had told Aziraphale the news he’d responded with sympathy, and was more than ready to shower Crowley with all the comfort he possibly could give, but the demon had, curiously, shrugged it off while looking more excited than sad about it—almost as if he’d been waiting for this exact moment for millennia.

Crowley’s eyes were glued to the sky—waiting for something Aziraphale had no clue of— but the angel found himself smiling as he watched the excitement dance in his demon’s uncovered eyes.

Oh, it was so good to see Crowley happy like this. It was little moments like these that made everything they went through feel worth it.

“Stop lookin’ at me, angel, you’re gonna miss it!”

"Sorry,” Aziraphale said, not really sounding sorry at all, and continued to look at the demon from the corner of his eye, "where am I supposed to look?"

Crowley pointed towards the western sky at the same time a brilliant light flashed. His star had imploded on itself, bursting into tens of thousands of glittering shards that scattered across the sky and formed new stars where they landed. Each one still connected to Crowley; each so wonderful like the angel, turned demon, that created them long eons ago.

“Oh! Oh my, Crowley…they’re lovely.”

It was Crowley’s turn to watch Aziraphale instead of the sky, smiling more openly now after having grown more accustomed to allowing himself to do so in the space they’d carved out for themselves here in the South Downs. He snuggled closer.

“Not as lovely as you.”

Aziraphale blushed. “Charming old snake.”

“Only for you.”

Yes, Crowley still took comfort in looking up at his stars, of course he did, but they weren’t the only things that brought him comfort anymore.

Nowadays, after more than six thousand years of history and one almost-apocalypse later, Crowley found that he could also turn towards Aziraphale, his best friend and most precious love, for comfort too.

#prob gonna have to give this a once over in the morning I’ve been drinking #bazz writes #good omens fanfiction #good omens #flash fic friday #flash fiction friday #fff219 #aziraphale/crowley #crowley/aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziraphale good omens #crowley good omens

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Godsent (Yeonjun)

“It’s ok, I won’t ever get what I need in life. It’s very undeserving of me I guess”

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Pairing: Yeonjun x GN!reader

Warnings: A LOT OF LONG DIALOGUE, reader has shit friends!

Synopsis: Everything was just shitty, and you constantly got hurt, but at least the universe had sent you someone who’s been nothing but amazing towards you.

“Why do you always get hurt? Why do you do this to yourself Y/n?” Yeonjun whispers softly. You cry harder as he cradles you in his arms, his heart breaking as you continue to sob uncontrollably like a baby.

“I don’t know Yeonjun, I can’t help it. I think I find security in others but then they just continue to fail and disappoint me. I wanna appear nice and friendly but these days it’s just so hard to keep this up, I’m so close to just closing myself off from the world” you choke out.

Yeonjun takes in the sight in front of him. How could an angel like you, the nicest and most selfless person, be beaten down into a crying and sobbing mess? He will never understand why people were so mean towards you.

“I get that we do joke around and stuff, but imagine always leaving me out and putting words in my mouth while talking badly about me. All people really are the same and I constantly do the most for my friends but get this in return. I’m so tired Jjun” you continue and sniffle in the process.

“You must be so tired angel, I’m so sorry people could be so heartless towards you. You don’t deserve this at all and I wish I could help you feel better, even the people who reassure you wouldn’t be able to give that energy back” Yeonjun holds you closer.

“It’s ok, I won’t ever get what I need in life. It’s very undeserving of me I guess” you laugh bitterly.

Everything was unfair, your patience could only go on for so long and you were starting to get tired of letting people in so easily. You had a limit and they were starting to reach it.

“I’m tired of being so nice Jjun, it’s exhausting having to be there for everyone, having to walk on eggshells and stretching my patience out with what they give me. Then it’s so easy for them to put me aside when I’m quiet, just so I don’t cause any problems” you huff out in frustration.

“It’s ok sweetheart, I’m here for you. Let’s get to bed so you can rest and talk to me, I just can’t stand seeing you like this” you felt yourself being carried bridal style and you let him bring you to your shared bedroom.

You were so happy you moved in with Yeonjun, even more so when you first started dating. He’d been nothing but amazing towards you and always knew how to cheer you up after a long day, you will always thank whatever higher being could be up there for sending him to you.

“Jjun, I want it all over with. I’m so tired of doing everything I can and this is what I get? At this point I’d rather cut the entire world out from now on” he continued to rock you back and forth as he peppered tiny kisses onto the top of your head.

“I’m disappointed almost, but I guess it’s just how things are supposed to work from now on. I don’t want anything anymore because I always end up getting hurt, it just sucks you know?” Yeonjun pauses and looks at you in the eye, a stern look on his face.

“Y/n, listen to me. Don’t ever gaslight yourself into thinking you don’t deserve the world, I’ve seen how much you had to sacrifice for the people you care about and they don’t seem to know how to do better” You start to tear up at his words. You did know you deserved better, and yet you still tried for the people that hurt you endlessly.

“I know you’re at a loss, but trust me, things will get better if you let go. You’re not losing anyone Y/n, they’re making you feel like you’d lose a huge part of you when that’s not even true. See you have me, Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun and even Hyuka!” Yeonjun started to count his best friends and you giggled at his adorable demeanor.

“We’d never leave you out Y/n, ever. We’ll make you feel comfortable and right at home, and if the boys overstep in any way, let me know and I’ll knock some sense into them” Yeonjun started showing you his fist and his biceps, this time you were full on laughing.

Why would you bother when you had everything you needed right in front of you? Who needs a big group of friends anyway? They would reassure you if you had a singular best friend, but why was there no change? It was better to cut these people off.

“Thank you Jjun, you’re an absolute godsend to me. You’re all I need, and I think I should take care of myself from now on” you kiss his nose which forms a silly smile on his face, one that you’ve grown accustomed to and have grown to love as time passed.

“I’ll always help you even in the worst times, I hope you know that angel” he does the same and you let yourself relax, the two of you on the bed in the dimly lit room as if time ceases to exist.

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dangantums · 2 months

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Taste of Victory

ummmmmmmmmmmmmm very self-indulgent fic again. wahahahah. f.ire e.mblem fans: rise!

also was semi-inspired by this

ship: d.imidue

this fic contains: stuffing, burps, hiccups, belly rubs, burst mention

TLDR: d.imitri leads the b.lue l.ions to yet another victory! a feast just for him ensues, leaving d.edue to take care of the aftermath.

The Blue Lions had emerged victorious once again. With their enemies vanquished and their banners flying high, the group returned to Garreg Mach Monastery triumphant. Among them stood Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, his spear stained with the blood of their foes, his heart pounding with the thrill of victory. His comrades cheered and celebrated around him, their spirits lifted by their hard-won success. They gathered in the grand dining hall of the monastery for a well-deserved feast. A lavish feast that had been prepared in honor of Dimitri's leadership and the bravery of the Blue Lions. The long tables were laden with steaming platters of roast meats, hearty stews, and freshly baked bread – while barrels of ale and wine lined the walls. The tables groaned under the weight of dishes.

Dimitri took his place at the head of the table, his chest swelling with pride as he looked upon his comrades. Next to him, Dedue Molinaro, his loyal companion and partner, offered him a tender smile. Dimitri’s blue eyes sparkled with gratitude as he raised his goblet in a toast to their success.

"To the Blue Lions!" Dimitri proclaimed, his voice ringing out in the dining hall.

The soldiers cheered loudly in response. Plates were filled, wine flowed freely… a sign that dinner had just begun. Dimitri found himself seated at the center of attention and indulging in the bountiful feast, his appetite stirred by the adrenaline of battle and the camaraderie of his friends. Plate after plate of delicacies disappeared before him. Dedue monitored Dimitri with a watchful eye, ensuring that everything was going smoothly – yet he couldn’t help but notice Dimitri's plate endlessly being piled high with food, his appetite seemingly insatiable.

"Dimitri, perhaps you should pace yourself," Dedue suggested.

Dimitri chuckled. "Nonsense, Dedue! Tonight, we celebrate, and what better way to do so than with a feast fit for a king?" Cheers surrounded him once more.

Dedue relented, knowing better than to argue with Dimitri when he was in such high spirits. Instead, he focused his attention on ensuring that his lover had everything he needed, refilling his glass and serving him the best cuts of meat when he could.

But as the night wore on and the feast drew to a close, Dimitri found himself feeling uncomfortably full, his stomach protesting against the sheer volume of food he had eaten. He tried to keep up with the lingering conversations, but his eyes were glossy and he kept having to bite back belches that threatened his throat. With each passing moment, Dimitri's belly seemed to grow heavier, the pressure building within him like a gentle tide. Dedue, who was now cleaning up part of the table, noticed this behavior – but said nothing until the dining hall was empty. Leaving just the two of them alone.

"My prince, are you feeling unwell?" Dedue asked once everyone was gone, concern present in his voice.

The blonde hesitated, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. He lazily pushed himself back from the table, hands cradling his gut. “I may have eaten too much, Dedue… My stomach feels like it's about to burst.”

Dedue’s heart thumped loudly in his chest, his cheeks growing hot. His eyes remained focused on Dimitri’s form, his gaze unwavering. Dimitri's belly, now filled to the brim with the decadent desserts, took on a pronounced, rock-hard roundness that strained against the fabric of his shirt. What was once a firm and toned abdomen now swelled into a… much more firm and taut mound. The buttons of his shirt strained, threatening to pop open with each breath he took. As Dimitri shifted in the chair, the movement caused his bloated belly to jiggle slightly, eliciting a soft groan from both the prince and his stomach. His hand instinctively reached down to cradle the swollen mound, fingers feathering gentle touches on distended abdomen. Each churn foreshadowed the eventually turning all of the rich food into muscle for the next battle.

And so, Dedue approached Dimitri, his gaze still fixated on Dimitri’s new form. Instinctively, and without asking, Dedue’s large and calloused hands reached down as he began to massage Dimitri's distended abdomen. The prince’s breath hitched, cheeks turning red as he looked away, embarrassed. Why did something that felt so wrong feel so… good?

The taller male continued to work his magic, coaxing the trapped air from Dimitri's belly with gentle kneading motions – a hearty, long belch that echoed through the quiet dining hall. Dedue at first pulled his hands away, eyes widening in surprise from the noise. But as Dimitri nearly melted into the chair from relief, he eagerly placed his hands back on Dimitri’s overworked stomach as he knelt beside him.

“D-Dedue,” Dimitri whimpered as he stifled another burp with the back of his hand. “Please, forrrRRRUUP! Oooagh… Please, f-forgive me…”

Dedue said nothing in response. Instead, he kept going, rubbing circles into Dimitri’s stomach. Dedue leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to the prince’s forehead before trailing soft kisses down his cheek to his neck.

“Forgive me,” Dimitri whined, again.

"Do not be sorry, Dima," he whispered, his breath warm against Dimitri's skin. The sensation of Dedue's touch and hot breath sent shivers of pleasure down the blonde's spine. Dedue couldn't help but admire the prince's beauty. Even in this vulnerable moment, which was a stark contrast from how Dimitri was before the feast.

A series of hiccups escaped Dimitri’s mouth before he could even think to reply. His eyes shut tight, his own hands cupping the sides of his overworked belly, feeling the remainder of the pent-up gas he had bit back earlier. Soon, however, the burps bubbled up from his throat as Dedue continued to kneed his gut, escaping his lips with loud, muffled sounds that echoed in the quiet of the room.

"Does that feel any better, my love?" Dedue crooned.

Dimitri could only manage a pathetic hum in response, his senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body. Yet he looked so much more relieved – the bloatedness had decreased significantly. The taller male couldn’t help but smirk. He then leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to Dimitri's bloated stomach. Dimitri gasped at the unexpected gesture, his heart fluttering and his eyes opening to look at Dedue.

“My prince, are you ready for your dessert?”

“... Uhh…?”

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ghostofbambifanfiction · 1 year

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a juicer EBTKS snippet because I feel bad for being AWOL from posting for months

"So you decided that the best course of action was to humiliate me too, yeah?"

"Yes, yes I did, and it was disgusting and indefensible and the biggest regret of my life," she immediately retorts, straight up and flat out, not a whiff of detectable bullshit anywhere. "But I did it and I can't take it back—I would if I could, I'd take it back in a heartbeat, but I can't—all I can do is tell you how endlessly fucking sorry I am, but you don't want to hear it."

He wants to scoff and crow and tell her he doesn't believe her.

But the thing is…

The thing is, it's just… well it's all so typically Lily of her, isn't it? Or the Lily she is now, at least. She doesn't mince her words or hide what she thinks or labour under manipulative pretences, she just says things, things that are scrubbed raw and forthright and stripped clean of motive and guile, things that hit him like a five knuckle punch to the throat.

James doesn't want to scoff and crow. He's never wanted to. Not really.

He just… god, but he'd do anything to kiss her.

He wants to kiss her like he's never wanted to kiss anyone before in his life, and he wants to kiss Lily every waking minute, but always in a passion that verges on rage, not the way he wants to kiss her now; not with languid, reverential tenderness, not with her face cradled in his hands or silky hair slipping through his fingers, not without first pressing his lips to her ear and telling her secrets of his own that are warm and true and as unafraid as she is, that those two weeks without her felt like falling from a height and being winded, that even at her worst she was the best part of his day, and how completely and utterly pathetically he loves that stupid nickname.

Because he does love that stupid fucking nickname.

The train rocks violently and he wobbles on a pair of shaking knees, inadvertently bumping his chest against hers, but Lily doesn't break the hold she has on him with her eyes. The reality of being so close to her, shut up here in this small space where no one else can reach them, is swirling all around him like fumes of deadly poison. She's gazing up at him as if every thought inside his head is something she can read, and doesn't altogether find distasteful.

"Do you want to hear it?" she asks, quietly.

#EBTKS #snippet #if I've posted this before I'm sorry honestly my memory has gone to shit #my cat is sitting on my chest she says hi

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THE NINTH HOUR SENTENCE STARTERS / PART 1

( * a series of prompts taken from shayfer james and kate douglas' rock-noir reimagining of the epic poem beowulf. feel free to adjust as needed. / PART 2

Prologue.

"Listen."

"Listen to the sea."

"Feel the water at your feet."

"This is how the tide behaves."

"We're swept along an open sea."

"We are drifting endlessly."

"The tide will rise, the tide will fall."

"And in the end it takes us all."

"We try again to tell the story."

"Cities built will fall to flood."

"And we will scrape them from the mud."

"The victors write our history by conjuring the enemy."

"We're at the mercy of the swell."

"It beckons us, and bids farewell."

"We build a cradle from our grave."

"Ebb and flow."

"The villains go."

"The heroes go."

Pile of Bones.

"I watch them through their windows."

"I stalk them in the street."

"They don't see me."

"They keep me company."

"I would rather be a monster than a fool."

"I'm hungry, and I've come for you."

"There's a pile of bones in the corner."

"They built these brittle walls in vain."

"They know my name."

"There's a pile of bones in the corner that I call friends."

"They satisfy my hunger."

"I wait 'till they're asleep."

"I call this chaos order."

"I call this carnage peace."

"I'm gonna grab them by their fragile throats."

"They cower at my feet."

"I will never have enough."

"I will drink of this destruction."

"I am summoning the flood."

"They scream my name."

I Believe in Peace.

"They call my name."

"Do they know what it means?"

"They ask for blood like they're dying of thirst."

"I'm a one - woman church."

"They want a savior."

"I'll be their savior."

"Give me your poor, your weak, your lost, your hopelessness."

"Don't worry, I'm here."

"I believe in peace."

"But I'll go to war for you."

"I believe in truth."

"But I would lie for you."

"I know how to cure devastation."

"See, I am salvation."

"I know how to calm a commotion."

"See, I am the chosen."

"I am a marvel."

"Carve me in marble."

"Enemies cower when I come around."

"I'm elemental, build me a temple."

"'Gonna light the way."

Family.

"You never disappoint."

"You keep us fed."

"You keep them wounded."

"But I can smell it on the wind."

"Another heathen they've recruited."

"This one is different from the rest."

"She comes in war, she comes like thunder."

"We'll lose whatever we have left."

"You must do this for your mother."

"They're hateful, they're heartless."

"They say we're the enemy."

"I'm all that you've got."

"We are blood, we are family."

"If you don't strike first, she'll take you away from me."

"I will keep you safe."

"I will be your eyes."

"I'll be your protector."

"They have no business in this place."

"And no, I will not be afraid."

"You always do as you say."

"I'll ruin all they've created."

"I will take it all away."

"No one is going to take you away from me."

"I feel it swelling like a storm."

"It's eye for eye, and limb for limb."

"It's time to end this."

Song of Praise.

"Our hero has arrived."

"I humbly submit myself at this soldier's feet."

"To sing of soldier's feats."

"Can I ask you, please."

"Do I have the blessing of addressing the one and only?"

"I'm truly at a loss."

"We must sing praises."

"We must keep her legacy alive."

"Our hero will never die."

"My clever words could never paint the picture that your name creates."

"The gory glory, the body count."

"The color of blood upon your blade."

"You put other men to shame."

"I couldn't possibly explain."

"Should I sing of monsters slain?"

"Of those you saved from certain death?"

"Let this be the day you came to fight for us and win again."

"I may run out of breath."

What They Want.

"Pivot, smile, stop."

"Make them laugh and give them what they want."

"Raise a glass."

"Praise the names of those who came before."

"Tell them fate is waiting at the door."

"This is what they want."

"This is what you're here for."

"This is who you are are."

"This is what you came for."

"Make a promise."

"Keep it modest."

"Tell them there is nothing left to fear."

"Say a changing of the tide is near."

The Flood.

"They sing their songs by firelight."

"I watch them dull their minds."

"These foolish drunks and diplomats."

"Lies and empty promises give hopeless men relief."

"Is ignorance their innocence?"

"Do they walk the world asleep?"

"I am cunning."

"They're complicit."

"I am coming."

"They dismiss it."

"Let their comforts blind them."

"I have come here to remind them."

"I am wakeful."

"I am watchful."

"I am unafraid to fight."

"I will stir you from your slumber."

"I will never say goodnight."

"I will tear you from your treasure."

"We're all guilty of something."

"For every gift, there is a sin."

"It depends on where you're standing."

"Cutting corners, casting stones."

"We are, none of us, immortal."

"We are, all of us, alone."

"For every give there is a take."

"We pretend to love the victims of the choices that we make."

"Who will save you from your shadow?"

"Who will come to your defense?"

"For every wrong, there is a right."

"We'll make any lie a lullaby."

"Every day is quiet war."

"I am here to wake you up."

"I am opening that door."

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