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evielmostdefinitely · 5 months

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hiiii could you please write something about aftercare with young snow? like how in jealous girl it says he babied her afterwards, but a whole fic about it? i just wanna see how sweet a cruel man like snow can be 🤭

tip of my fingers |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above, aftercare with snow.

contains: fluff. mentions of dom/sub themes. possessive snow.

Coriolanus sat on the edge of the bed, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chest still rising and falling with every ragged breath from his post orgasm. He always got flushed like this after a night of particularly rough sex.

“‘M going to the shower, my love.” Corio muttered, curls matted to his forehead, muggy and sweaty. His hand patted the top of your thigh, gentler than before, your skin still raw and sensitive.

You didn’t move, didn’t utter a word, really didn’t make a sound besides a pathetic whine. Corio’s head snapped around, turning to you in an instant. His eyes narrowed carefully, scanning over you like he was assessing his latest plans. “Are you alright?”

Your glazed eyes staring off, face turned, smushed into the mattress, a pool of your own drool beneath you. Normally he’d mock you, tease you for being so messy. “My messy girl, look at you.” He’d give you a grin that felt more like a sneer.

Not this time.

Coriolanus called your name, softly but firmly, crouching in front of you. His hand rubbed over your clammy forehead, heated cheeks still flushed from your climax. “Look at me, darling.” Corio muttered, fingers tracing over your cheek down the slope of your neck. You shuddered but didn’t turn to him, still lost in your own haze. “Can you hear me?”

Your own mind was miles away from that very bedroom, lost under roaring waves and a hazy fog that Corio always got you in. Usually you snapped back quicker, a few loving kisses, the shock of a cold rag cleaning you up. Other times, it was more difficult.

Coriolanus moved to the bathroom, swallowing down the venomous bark of spewing orders that threatened to fall from his lips. He didn’t like this feeling, when he was out of control, especially with you. When something was wrong and he didn’t know an immediate fix. The rational side of himself told him to stay calm, do what he knew to before spiraling into a panic.

Corio tried to swallow down his beating heart, wringing the cold water out of the cloth, before walking back into the bedroom. The air was still thick and hot, sticky with the lingering musk of sex. He moved beside you, wordlessly, smoothing the cloth over your forehead.

The icy feeling shocked your system, leaving your shuddering, mind lurching back, vision clearing. Corio was before you, brows pinched with a concerned frown, studying you carefully. Your eyes met his, blinking helplessly before him. He swallowed a groan at how it made his cock lurch, seeing you so weak and needy.

“My love,” Corio’s hand slid down your cheek, thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek. “Are you alright?”

You blinked, moving into his touch, nearly instinctively. “You’re alright?” Corio pressed, head tilting in a much softer way to look at you. “Yes?”

You nodded, pushing off the mattress, groaning at the uncomfortable stretch of sore skin on your ass and thighs. Coriolanus had used his belt, your favorite, tonight.

“Be careful.” Corio clicked, hands wrapping around your biceps, much softer now than before. “You’re going to be sore, darling girl. Careful.” His tone softer now, hushed mumblings as he helped you up.

You winced when your raw skin brushed the silk of the sheets, the ghosting of a whimper on your lips. Corio shushed you gently, sitting next to you, pulling you into his lap. His hand brushing down your hair, your skin sticky on his own.

“How are you feeling?” Coriolanus muttered, lips brushing against your scalp, breathing in the sweaty scent mixed with your perfume from before.

“‘M alright.” You muttered, your cheek against his pec. You could hear his heart rate, how it fluttered and stilled to a steady rhythm. How it would erupt in an excited crescendo when you finally spoke, making your veins fill with ooey gooey rushes of adoration. For all of Coriolanus’ cruelties, his harshness- he did love you. It was evident in moments like these.

“Do you need the healing ointment? I can get it from the servant’s quarters-”

“-I’ll be alright, Corio.” You hummed, eyes pulling heavily. The exhaustion washes over you in thick waves. “I just want you to hold me, please.” Your eyes lifted, rounding sweetly.

He’d be a fool not to, Coriolanus decided, pulling you closer into his chest. He liked you like this, pliant and at his every whim, completely reliant on him.

Corio moved to the bath after, quieting your whines of protest with a small tut, coaxing kisses to your temples, testing the bath water with great show while you sat on the ledge.

You stayed pressed to his chest, clinging to him like a lifeline, like you might float away or dissolve if he let go. Corio let you, ego swelling off the dependency.

“Did I go too hard?” Corio hummed, a sudsy hand rubbing down your spine. The bath filled with the tonic fresh from District Eleven, dried orange peels, lavender, and rose. Coriolanus brought it to you, after his last visit to the district. You had swooned over it, smothering him sillily in kisses that made him blush.

“No,” You shook your head, inhaling the scent that was entirely his. “I think it was the teasing and the spanking, at the same time. I just- I wasn’t ready for it.” You knew what he wanted to hear. Coriolanus had always been adamant after your rough play that you debrief him. It felt very professional, which is why you were reluctant, but that type of blunt, straight forward reporting is what Corio responded best to.

Corio nodded, a low hum vibrating out of his chest, tickling your ear. “I see. I won’t do it as much next time.” He wouldn’t apologize, but you could hear it in his unspoken words.

“Just not as much at the same time.” You whispered sheepishly, as if he didn’t know every part of you.

Coriolanus nodded, a wet hand rubbing the base of your neck, scratching your scalp gently. He knew you loved it, knew it would have your head tipping back into his touch so he could kiss you.

You let him wash you, dry you off- only whimpering when the towel brushes over your ignited skin. He shushed you, a silent apology, pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh. He put the ointment on anyway, muttering flippantly about how “you had obligations tomorrow, and didn’t need to be squirming the whole time”. You knew it was because it made him feel better.

Corio dressed you in your nightgown, slipping the powdery blue, soft fabric over your skin, trailing kisses from the back of your shoulder to your ear.

Underneath the silk of the sheets, you slept in his arms, face to face, whispering in the darkness of the room. It always brought out the vulnerability of Coriolanus in these moments, holding you, feeling you, smelling you- he’d bear his soul to you.

“I’m unsure about the games.” Corio muttered, arms tightening around you.

“Unsure in what way, honey?” You hummed, finger raking through his curls, behind his ear- his favorite spot.

“Unsure that they’ll be as successful as they need to be.” Corio hummed, and even through the dark you could see the concern on his features. “Unsure that people will watch.”

You paused for a moment. You decided not to tell him how you truly felt, not then, anyways. Selfishly, you didn’t want to ruin the intimacy, the softness of the moment. “I’m sure they’ll be everything you hope for them to be.” You hummed, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “Everything always does.”

Your words, as forced as they were, brought comfort to Coriolanus. His head falling back into your hair, pressing a kiss to your scalp. Fingertips brushing skin, hushed words, and soft kisses all exchanged under the twilight of the night. Tomorrow, you’d be prim and proper. You’d stand beside Corio respectfully, hide your grimace at the mention of the upcoming reaping, refrain from rolling your eyes at the suck ups that flocked to Coriolanus in a giddy, exaggerated manner. You two would be the picture of perfection that Panem wanted you to be. For now, you’d be content to lay in each other's arms, being yourself instead.

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oepionie · 1 year

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— "AND WHILE YOU SLEEP, I'LL BE SCARED." overblot gang

SYNOPSIS: Your lover waking up from a horrific nightmare and scrambling to listen to your heartbeat so he can make sure you're still alive.

⊹ [ cw ] — angst, hurt/comfort, overblot, blood, glass shards injury, anxiety/panic attacks, insecurities, mentions of death, crying (them)◞

⊹ [ tags ] — ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. GN! READER | riddle tears his room apart, leona feels immense guilt, caring leona, azul having a panic attack, vil being an absolute mess, vil speaks german, shy idia, jamil injures himself accidentally, jamil calls you 'albi' (my heart), malleus immortality angst ◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 1.5k+◞

✩—RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

It's far past his scheduled time for sleep.

A bitter taste is bubbling up in his throat and frothing against his tongue. Riddle doesn't know what this wretched feeling is. All he knows is that he's terrified. Perhaps that's why he allows himself to disturb your sleep, the maddening emotions slamming against his head becoming too much for him to handle.

"I-I apologize for waking you," Riddle rasps, slipping into your shared bed and burrowing his face deep into the crook of your neck. His breaths come out in quick and fleeting puffs, heart thrumming hard against his ribs.

In the dimness of the night, the myriad of mangled and torn-up books that were strewn and flung about the room in a frenzied fury could hardly be seen. Your gaze flickered down to your lover. The tips of Riddle's fingers were a blistering raw red, his once well-groomed nails now visibly chipped at its ends.

With a touch of your tender hands, you pull him down to rest against your chest.

"What's wrong?"

"I–I just…I recalled the incident of my overblot and how I hit you with that blast. H-How you nearly—" Clamping his eyes tight, Riddle dared not to finish that sentence. The boy trembles in your arms—ears fervently straining to hear the steady and melodic thump of your heart, a melody he feared he would never hear again.

A choked sob tumbles from his lips and your chest aches.

"…I'm sorry," was his quiet cry. "I'm so sorry."

✩—LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Peacefully fast asleep, your back was nestled snug against the Leona's chest while his firm bicep protectively curled around your ribs.

Over the course of your relationship, Leona began to realize how much he loved having you in his arms. You were at peace when you slept, untouched and untainted by the stress and pain you dealt with every day.

He crept his free hand up your torso, cold fingers slipping underneath your shirt, skimming up your stomach, and settling above the spot on your chest where your heartbeat danced vividly against his touch. Leona splays his fingers out more, fixated on how the thrum of your life felt against his skin.

It was a daily struggle to keep his emotions at bay, ensuring that his strong feelings and magic wouldn't hurt you again. The nightmarish phantom of his blot still haunts him to this day. That wrath was an ugly and hideous beast he wished to keep locked away in the depths of his mind for all of eternity.

Yet, at the soft beat of your delicate heart against his sullied hands—Already, Leona finds himself wavering, uncharacteristically weak.

An overpowering mix of stress and strain washes over him, pooling up into watery blobs and flowing down his cheeks in faint streaks as he silently wept.

"Fuck," Leona curses, pulling your dozing form closer to him. "Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."

✩—AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

The torment of nightmares was far worse than he remembered, but this dread he felt was unquestionably different, pressing in on him like a frigid cold. The icy sensation seeps into the marrows and dips of his flesh—his sole respite being your touch, which both warmed and scorched at his skin.

"Angelfish." Azul breathlessly sputtered, blindly patting around the bed in search of your body.

Through the fringes of his blacked out vision, he could barely make out your worried drowsy visage. This caused him to panic, pulse picking up, but you were quick to soothe him—reaching a hand out to press against his cheek. Finally finding you, the octo-mer pulled you towards his side of the bed, engulfing you in a tight hug.

Azul tried to stop the flood of tears that layered his face, but your soft lips strewn with kisses on his skin seemed to further elicit his unceasing cries.

"I'm not going anywhere, Azul. I'm here." You whisper, cradling his face, but he was inconsolable. The octo-mer desperately clawed at your shirt as he pressed his ear deeper against your chest, practically melting into you.

The throbs of your heart echoed through his anguished mind, providing him with some semblance of comfort.

"Don't go….Please…" Azul sputters, body shaking from every deep, labored heave of his burning lungs, "Please."

✩—JAMIL VIPER:

A strangled scream awoke you from your abyssal sleep, your bleary eyes ripping open to dart here and there around the room in a manic frenzy. The ensuing shattering smash of a glass further threw your thoughts into disarray.

"Jamil?!"

Your lover had stumbled off of the bed, now kneeling against the wooden flooring with the bedsheets pooling around his hips, sheets damp from the shattered glass of water on the floor.

A bloody hand clenched at his palpitating heart, glass shards digging into his skin, as his lungs fought to maintain his breathing.

You sprang from the mattress and skidded in his direction, but Jamil scrambled away from you.

"Albi, no. There's glass. Stay away. You're going to get hurt," Jamil stammered. Holding a shaky hand up, the boy avoided your gaze.

"Jamil—" Brows pinched together, you eased towards him. "I'm not going to get hurt, don't worry."

You stepped over the shards of crystal glass with caution and made your way past, "See?"

Once you were within his reach, Jamil caved in and slowly brought you into his arms—careful with his injury. He could feel the distant sting of the cuts on his hands, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Leaning down, he lay his head over your heart. Even though the batter of your heart was frantic and panicked, it somewhat provided a steady beat for him to follow as he worked to untangle the complexities in his thoughts. Your lover sunk against you, anchoring himself against the warmth your body radiated.

✩—IDIA SHROUD:

As the minutes pass, Idia was rapidly losing every meagre amount of confidence he managed to scrape together.

"Idia…honey? Please get up." You croon, running a hand through his flaming hair.

Though it seemed as if he didn't hear anything—Idia kept his head glued against your beating chest, refusing to get up from his position on the floor.

He's been kneeling before you for so long that the rough fabric of his pants burned and skidded against the tender skin of his knees, sending excruciating stings along the threads of his flesh.

"I—No…N-No…I can't." Idia's lips quiver, eyes glossing over as he diverts his gaze. The weight of his arms lay heavy against your legs, elbows resting by your knees while his dull nails dug into the skin at the back of your thighs.

"Why's that?" You whisper.

Idia shut his eyes. The flash of numerous dreams and nightmares he's suffered at the hands of his own demented twisted memories clouded his mind. It did not help that they were all molded out of his own self-inflicted pessimism...cruel and unforgiving. A reason as to why he couldn't bear to look at you tonight, not when the image of your mangled body was still fresh on his mind.

"I-I'm s-sor-sorry…I ca-can't get up…I need to…” he stumbles for words, his breathing picking up its pace. "I need to…need to know you're okay."

✩—VIL SCHOENHEIT:

"Vil…" You worriedly murmur, pressing your lips against his mascara-stained cheeks, not minding the bitter aftertaste it left lingering in your mouth.

Laying atop the plush silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the dorm leader's eyes were ripped wide open as his chest heaved viciously. It was quite a rare sight as your lover lay vulnerable before you, heart bared open.

Oh, he was an absolute mess.

Dark streams of teary mascara ran down Vil's cheeks, his uniform wrinkled and his golden hair splayed out everywhere—unbound from its braids and tangled up.

The grip of his arms around your midsection tightens as he pressed you up closer against him, his head resting atop your chest. At the sound of your heartbeat, Vil allowed himself to unwind and let your affections banish away even the most ominous of his thoughts.

"Liebling…Es tut mir ehrlich Leid—" Vil rasps, his mother tongue dripping like honey from his lips as he suddenly found it difficult to speak the language he was so accustomed to every day.

Hushing him, you press a fleeting kiss against his brow line and Vil clamps his red-rimmed eyes shut, ceasing to say anything more.

"Hush now. Rest, my prince." You press a gentle kiss to his temple and brush the frizzes of his blonde hair away from his face.

A small smile quirks on his lips as he feels his stomach fluttering from the nickname. The look in his eyes is softly lit, warm like a candle.

✩—MALLEUS DRACONIA:

One day, Malleus knows, you will be nothing more than wilted and withered ash.

It was a truth that wrapped around him like shackling chains—tearing, whipping and lashing against his raw, bare skin. No matter how hard he pulled, scratched, and screamed at it, the chains remained.

The clanging and grating iron truth about reality cannot be so easily pushed away. Human lives are fickle, and you would inevitably leave him.

Once you do, the fae prince knows he will be a mere shadow of his former self, a wretched and lonesome creature awaiting and longing for his lover who was no more than a ghost of his fleeting memories.

"I apologize for the disturbance, my treasure."

And yet, Malleus presses his hand firmly against your beating heart. A distant marching beat serving as his reminder that you were very much alive and well.

"I truly apologize." Malleus heaves, hands clamouring against your collarbone.

Although thick tension and silence still hung heavy in the air, the dragon basked in the warmth and feel of your flushed skin, a bitter smile gracing his lips as he lay beside you on the bed.

"Sweet dreams, beastie…"

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satoruxx · 4 months

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pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader summary: toji being a grinch lmao, grumpy x sunshine again, fluff, bickering rheya’s note: man i bet toji pretends to hate decorating for christmas but does it anyway bc he can’t say no to you! UGH he makes me !! i couldn’t stop thinking about bf!toji so here’s this silly little drabble. merry christmas everyone <33

“you serious?”

“yup.”

toji crosses his arms with a scowl, and you mirror his stance with narrowed eyes.

“it’s stupid,” he grunts, reaching out to gently push his palm against your forehead—which earns him a dramatic groan.

“it is not.” you grab his bicep and he lets you drag him over to the tree you’ve set up in the living room. “don’t be an ass.”

he sighs as you place a floppy santa hat on his head and beam at his disgruntled expression. there’s an identical one on you—sliding off your head in all your excitement, and toji has to stop himself from fixing it for you.

you crouch down and throw open a few storage boxes before gesturing somewhat emphatically. “get to work!”

he grumbles, shaking his head even as he goes to pick up a few ornaments. “you’re ridiculous.”

“not very christmas-y of you, toji,” you comment, standing on your toes to hook an ornament. he snorts, eyeing the glitter sticking to his fingertips.

“oh no—i’m the spitting image of joy, can’t you tell?” he replies sarcastically, though his shoulders relax a little as he hears your unfiltered laughter.

toji glances at you, watching as you quietly hum some old christmas song under your breath while filling up the tree with colorful orbs. he’s not sure why you’re so intent on having him be a part of your yearly holiday traditions—he’s never been big on celebrating anyway.

but then he remembers what you had said last year.

“i don’t wanna celebrate anything if you’re not celebrating it with me.”

you’ve always been too good to him.

you scoot a little closer, decorating without a care in the world and toji lets out a quiet breath—decides to be a little annoying because it’s a surefire way to make you smile.

“you mind?” he frowns, huffing with a dramatic sneer. he pins you with a pointed glare before motioning to the tree. “you’re getting in my territory.”

you throw him an appalled look before moving your arm in his face childishly. “what are you gonna do about it?”

an evil smirk makes its way onto his face, and your expression immediately drops. “wait no—“

toji’s bicep curls around your throat, pulling you into a headlock as you squeal and slap at his arm. he spends the next few minutes playfully wrestling with you before finally letting you win and step into his space—stands behind you and watches your fingers gently place ornaments while his hand absentmindedly rubs over your hipbone.

“what do you want for christmas anyway?” you ask offhandedly. toji raises a brow, looking down at you—expressionless.

“thought it was obvious—“ he shrugs, reaching up to hang ornaments on the higher parts of the tree. “all you gotta do is sit under the tree for me and i’ll be happy. bonus points if there’s unwrapping involved.”

you make an expression that has no business looking that scandalized and toji smirks in amusement.

“psycho,” you mutter, shaking your head in mock disapproval—earning a muted chuckle in return. you go back to hanging up ornaments, once again humming to yourself, and toji takes it as a cue to continue decorating. the two of you work in relative silence—an occasional quip or jab the only disturbance. after a while, he crosses his arms.

“are we done yet?” he groans, eyeing the nearly full tree. “i’m tired as fuck.”

“weak,” you grin, though you reach out and pat his chest thankfully. “but you did participate and that’s all i wanted so, yeah, you can be done.”

toji almost laughs in relief, but then he sees you rummage through the boxes and pull out more decorations for the rest of the house, and he sighs.

“alright hand it over,” he grumbles, holding his palm out expectantly. you look at him—half confused and half surprised.

“i thought you were done?”

“yeah right,” he huffs, taking the tinsel from your hands and walking over to the staircase. “you’d end up tangled in this crap if i left you alone with it.”

“you’re so dramatic. and whiny,” you giggle and he rolls his eyes.

“am not.”

despite saying so he quietly huffs as he continues to help you decorate the house with stockings and tinsel and all that other festive stuff.

by the time the house is fully decorated, toji is close to banning the holiday season—grumpy, tired, and ready to move onto something else.

but then, the tiniest part of him is uncharacteristically giddy when you look up at him, holding the star in your hands. toji shakes his head, trying to bite back the amused grin tickling his scarred lips, before sighing and crossing his arms.

“can i help you?” he asks—teasing, though his expression betrays nothing.

you pout, holding the star up dramatically. “the star needs to be put up.”

a smirk graces his face and his tone becomes taunting, yet the affection is not lost on you. “yeah? need a boost, kid?”

even before you nod, toji is crouching in front of you, palms reaching out to guide your legs over his shoulders. you laugh as he stands back up, taking a few steps towards the tree.

he can’t help but chuckle as he watches you lean forward, palm smoothing over your thigh in attempts to stabilize you. “you got it?”

“almost.” he can hear the strain in your voice, can feel the way your fingers twitch against his jaw—but he waits patiently.

“okay got it!” your voice is triumphant, and toji grins to himself.

“attagirl.” his lips brush against your inner thigh—a sweet reward for a job well done. he hears your quiet giggle from above him as you gently push away his dark bangs.

“alright, put me down now,” you huff, and toji bites back a scoff.

“tsk.” he clicks his tongue, though he still lowers himself to let you hop off his shoulders before rising to his full height. “so ungrateful.”

“what do you want, a medal?”

you yelp as toji’s fingers pinch at your side in retaliation. “watch your mouth, kid.”

you flash him a grin full of mischief, though you don’t say anything else. instead you look up at the finished tree, marveling at your handiwork with pride.

“see—” you say with a pointed grin. “—isn’t it pretty?”

toji chuckles, wrapping a heavy bicep around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. “yeah,” he agrees, green eyes trained on your happy little smile. “it is.”

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elizais · 3 months

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"so, for once in my life.. let me get what i want."

jouno saigiku x fem!reader drabble lovesick jouno, jouno NEEDS more fans other than me warnings: none all fluff, reader met jouno after he lost his vision

jouno desperately wanted to sleep, his body yearned for sleep.. but his mind was too crowded. how the beautiful lady was laying on the bed next to him, holding the stuffed animal he bought her based off of how soft it was when they first started dating.

her heartbeat was prettier than the sound of a choir of angels singing to him. a sound he could point out in a room full of thunderous voices. how could someone so kind choose him?

although he was content with all his other senses being heightened, he wished he met you before he lost his vision. how he would perfectly describe the colour of your eyes if he could.

every night it escaped him how you adored him more than anyone. how a soft stuffed animal was your replacement for him since cuddling was too overwhelming for his senses. how your sugary voice only referred to him as "sai". even when he was being frustrating.

why would he, a former criminal, be so fortunate for a person like you? who searched the ends of the earth (online websites) for replacements of his incredibly old clothes which he only kept because he knew what they looked like. when his favourite graphic tee got a rip in it you found another for him.

how when you were walking through the city with him you gasped as a car drove past, one that you really liked. "sai! y'know your old sweater with the old BMW on? one like that but green drove by!" a day out you must have long forgotten about yet he remembered very well as you went through great effort to explain what it looked like to him.

despite how much he hated tecchou's food combinations, when you met tecchou you tried your absolute best to like them. incredibly worried to earn the respect of your new boyfriend (at the time)'s colleagues. now whenever tecchou comes up with a new one tecchou tells jouno to tell you about it. jouno does not tell you.

perhaps it is the fact that you cut his hair when it gets too long for him to deal with. gently trimming it every couple of weeks.

maybe when you saw how mean he could be to the other hunting dogs you scolded him in front of them, his colleague's giggling as they found his weakness. you. now whenever he was being particularly nasty to them, you would get a phone call to out your boyfriend in his place.

perchance it was that you asked him what colour his eyes were after knowing him as a friend for a few months. although he never opened his eyes from light sensitivity, he made an exception for you. opening his eyelids and putting up with the harsh light for a few seconds as he heard your heartbeat speed up, admiring his eyes. albeit whatever they looked like now.

or, after a monthly surgery you would stay with jouno for the whole time he had to rest. jouno being so out of it he just wants to cuddle, something you cherish. he knows you adore those times so even when he starts to get his senses back, he will give you a few more hours of sleep with him on a small hospital bed.

his thoughts paused for a second as he heard your muscles contract as you changed sleeping positions. he heard the stuffed animal fall out of your arms as you rolled. he was too comfortable to get out of bed for it but noticed your arms looking for it in your sleep. he heard and felt the vibrations of your arm patting around for it on the bed.

he sighed before moving closer to you, quietly moving an arm out for your arms to hold onto instead. pulling his stray arm to your chest in your sleep, a quiet hum escaped your lips.

your arms wrapped around his bicep, something that pulled him closer to sleep after having his senses adjust to it. he would not bring this up in the morning.

with all those memories, he can't pinpoint when the moment he knew he loved you was. he was just happy he even knew you.

for once in his life, he had gotten what he wanted. lord knows it was the first time.

ughhhh he makes me so anhwahawbkhry4yiaw

the new bsd chapter coming out will have jouno ALIVE AND WELL. if not asagiri has me to respond to. no body no death. anyways everyone needs to write for the hunting dogs more please and thank you!!

jouno needs more fans like i know he is a bit of a red flag but red is the colour of my blogg soooo... match made in heaven <33

also did you see where i added perchance. you can't just say perchance!!

reblogs are appreciated so so so much!!

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lipglossanon · 4 months

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Calling Dr. Love

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For waterfalls04 who requested Dr. Leon eons ago 🫣 Thank you for your patience!! I hope you enjoy it! 💜

Doctor!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, doctor/patient, dubcon (reader’s into it!), flirting, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie; also a fun little Silent Hill cameo 🤭

Not proofread ✌️

Title from Calling Dr. Love by KISS

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You fiddle with your phone for the upteenth time in the short span of a few minutes. The signal is still stuck at one bar and the wifi is down according to the receptionist. Sighing, you grab one of the magazines left lying out on the small table near your chair and idly flip through it.

It’s just a routine checkup, you think to yourself, nothing crazy. The anxiety of being in a doctor's office doesn’t abate at all, making your leg bounce as you skim through articles on housekeeping that do not hold your attention.

“Ma’am, can you sign a couple of papers for me?” The receptionist calls out, a polite smile on her face.

You glance down at her name tag before giving her a quick smile, “No problem, Lisa.”

You step up to the counter and she points out the few lines you need to initial before signing your name along with the date at the bottom. As you repeat the process on the other pages of paperwork, you catch movement out of the corner of your eye.

A tall and handsome man is leaning against the counter you're at; his attention is on the other receptionist as Lisa is still busy helping you out. Quickly giving the man, who you can only assume is a doctor due to his attire, a subtle once over, you feel a mild attraction flutter in your chest but push it away.

“I think you’re my one o’clock, right?”

You feel as he shifts closer to you, hip still braced against the counter as he props his chin up on his palm, elbow seated on the surface next to your paperwork. He’s so close you catch a whiff of sharp coffee and notes of a cologne that makes you want to press your face in his chest.

Glancing up, you make eye contact, gaze flitting around his sharp cheekbones and pouty lips before meeting his blue eyes once more.

“Are you Dr. Kennedy?”

He grins, eyes crinkling and making him look boyish and sweet, “That’s me! I’m new on staff and since your primary doctor is on vacation, I’ll be the one seeing you today.”

You bite your bottom lip out of nervousness and feel your heart thump harder when his eyes track the movement, pupils widening. Letting go of your lip, his eyes jump back up to yours.

“Is that okay?” His eyes are darker than before and you can feel your palms sweat.

“U-uh, yeah. That’s f-fine with me,” you finally stutter out, giving him a weak laugh.

“Good,” his smile widens, “a little nervous?”

You nod, pen hovering over the line for your name, “Yeah, always a little nervous at the doctor’s office.”

He rubs a warm palm down your bicep, “No need to be, I promise you’re in good hands.”

Your nipples stiffen in your bra as his big hand pats your arm.

Dropping his arm back down, his fingers skim across your side leaving chill bumps in their wake. He crowds a little more into your space and your eyes dart around to the receptionists, but they’re completely oblivious to what’s happening.

You peek at him from the corner of your eye and see that he’s reading over your paperwork.

“Since it’s just a routine checkup, we can start out in my office and if it seems you need a physical, we’ll move it into a room,” he murmurs at you, low voice making your clit throb in time with your heartbeat.

“Sounds g-good,” you busy yourself by finishing the last of the signatures.

He clears his throat, “I can take her back now, if that’s okay, Lisa?”

Lisa walks over and scans your paperwork before nodding, “Sounds good,” she gives you another smile, “you’re all squared away!”

You thank her and follow Leon, eyes taking note of his shoulder blades pressing through his white coat showcasing his broad back. Your panties stick uncomfortably to your wet pussy making you self conscious as Leon holds open his office door for you to enter first.

You take in the sparse decorations and potted plant in the corner. His desk holds a computer and a day calendar with a cork board behind it all tacked with dozens of pages and sticky notes.

He points to two stiff looking chairs in front of his desk.

“We’ll just have a little chat before we get started with taking your blood pressure and temperature and all that,” he smiles and you return it.

“I find it helps put nervous patients at ease when you just talk before jumping right into the appointment.”

Your smile softens as you both take a seat, with him sitting next to you, “Thank you, Dr. Kennedy. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s not a problem,” he pats your bare leg from where your skirt rode up, fingers subtly digging into the skin.

Your heart rate kicks up again, skin tingling as he keeps his hand on your leg, dangerously close to your thigh.

“So how are you?” His thumb rubs back and forth, “didn’t have any problems coming in?”

“Um, good. I’m good! And n-no, even parking was easy this time,” you nervously giggle, cunt pulsing as his hand squeezes your leg.

“Good, that’s good,” he smiles, “I know it can be a bitch finding somewhere close some days.”

You laugh weakly before biting your lip as his hand shifts upward a little more, long fingers gripping your thigh now.

“You seem tense,” he murmurs, gaze locked on where his hand is rubbing your leg, “lot of tense muscles here.”

“Guess it’s just nerves,” you squeak out, body feeling hot as he massages your thigh.

“That just won’t do,” he grins at you, fingers digging in more roughly and making you whine, “poor thing, must feel so nice to get some attention on this muscle.”

You nod, pussy flooding your panties with slick to the point it’s leaking through the fabric.

“Pull that skirt up,” he tells you firmly, “it’ll help me get a better look at the issue.”

With shaky hands, you grab the hem of your skirt and tug it up, embarrassment making your chest feel hot as your soaked panties come into view.

“Oh, now I see,” he rumbles low in his chest, “I know exactly what the problem is.”

His hand leaves your thigh to swipe across the gusset of your panties, thumb digging into your wet slit.

“Pussy needs some attention, huh,” he smirks, “is this the whole reason for your appointment?”

“No,” you whimper, parting your legs even further for his greedy fingers to run across your clothed cunt, “Dr. Kennedy, please.”

He groans, pushing your panties to the side to slide his fingers through the slick covering your pussy lips. His middle and ring finger slip into your cunt fluttering against your walls as he scissors you open.

“Can barely pull my fingers out,” he teases, “little pussy just keeps sucking them right back in. You feeling that good, gorgeous?”

Panting, you nod your head, “F-feels really good.”

A low moan escapes your lips as he starts fucking his fingers in and out of your pussy, palm smacking against your clit just right and making your toes curl in their shoes.

“Want me to stuff my cock in your cute pussy?” Leon leers at you, using his free hand to unbutton his slacks, “promise it’ll feel even better than my fingers.”

You whine when you see him pull his thick, uncut cock free from his underwear, mouth watering at the precum glistening on the tip.

“Please,” you finally whisper, eyes dragging up his body to meet his heavy gaze, “wanna feel it.”

He slips his fingers free from your pussy leaving your hole clenching around nothing.

“Get on the floor,” he demands, pulling your panties down, “gonna stuff this fat cunt like she deserves.”

You shift from the chair to the floor, kicking your shoes off and nearly getting your underwear off— leaving them to hang around one ankle while Leon moves himself between your thighs.

He smacks his fat cock down onto your clit making your hips buck upwards. Teasingly, he presses the leaky tip into your pussy before pulling away to rub across your pussy lips. You lock your ankles behind his back and he chuckles, finally pressing his dick into your sopping wet cunt.

“Oh you’re so tight,” he groans excitedly, “and wet. You really needed this, didn’t you, pretty girl?”

“Uh huh,” you whine, legs locked around his waist so tight he can only grind his cock inside your fluttering cunt, “needed it.”

“What did ya need?” His pupils have swallowed most of the blue in his eyes, “say it. Tell me you needed a fat cock to fuck your hot wet cunt.”

You moan, pussy throbbing as he ruts against that sweet spot at the front of your cunt, “Oh, I needed it. Need your fat cock in my pussy, Dr. Kennedy.”

He humps forward, burying his face in your neck with a moan as his cock kicks inside your clenching heat.

“So good for me,” he grunts, hands digging into your hips, “gonna fill you up, cum all in this pretty pussy.”

Your nails scratch a hot trail down his back as you gasp.

“You can’t,” you whimper out, cunt leaking more slick at the thought of this handsome man stuffing you with cum, “we shouldn’t.”

He laughs, slipping his hand down your hip until his thumb rubs across the hood of your clit.

“You say that, but you squeezed me so deliciously when I mentioned it,” he rubs soft barely there circles on your pudgy bud, “trust me, I know what you need. I’m your doctor.”

You keen high in your throat, hips bucking up to work his cock even deeper into your spasming hole.

“Thatta girl,” he coos, rocking his dick in and out of your messy cunt, “such a drippy little pussy,” he smirks, “needs a hot load to plug her up, make her feel all nice and full.”

You nod, shamelessly rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts, “Need it so bad, Doctor.”

“I know,” he simpers down at you, a mean little smile coming over his face, “think you’ll have to come in at least twice a week. Gotta keep that pussy in check.”

He pulls out completely making you moan at how empty your cunt feels without his thick cock splitting you open. Smacking the tip of his cock down on your pussy, he laughs at your whining.

“Roll over, gonna fuck you like the dirty slut you are,” he helps you onto your hands and knees, slapping a palm down on your ass.

He whistles to himself, “What a view. Y’know, you seem like a girl who’d like it doggy; a little slut who likes her hair pulled as her messy cunt gets pounded from the back.”

Your moan turns into a gasp as he bottoms out in one thrust, hips slapping against your ass while his balls smack your clit.

“Oh that’s it,” he groans, hips gripping the fat of your ass tightly, “gonna pound your little pussy so hard, gorgeous. Gonna bust a nut all in this tight hole.”

You shudder and drop down onto your elbows, “S’good, so good.”

He doesn’t even give you time to adjust and starts up a rough tempo, cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy. His balls slap against your clit as wet sloppy sounds of him fucking your drippy hole fills his office.

“Take it, take it,” he hisses under his breath, “god, such a fat and juicy pussy, baby, got me thinking about the next time we can do this.”

Drooling all over his office carpet, you weakly moan, body bouncing back against his rough thrusts. He reaches around and lightly taps his ring finger across your clit making you clench down hard around his dick.

“Oh yeah,” he laughs, “squeeze me, soak my cock so I can nut in this pussy.”

Your pussy flutters and clenches rhythmically around his cock as he teases and plays with your clit until you’re cumming so hard you see fireworks behind your eyelids. He keeps rubbing your clit as your orgasm crests, keeping you at the peak of pleasure until your body is jittering underneath him.

“Feels so good,” he pants, cock bullying in and out of your pussy, the sound of skin slapping getting rougher and louder, “keep clenching on me, I’m about to cum. Oh fuck, that’s it, that’s—“

He groans long and loud as he shoves his cock deep inside your pussy as you continue to milk his fat length. Shooting off hot rope after rope of cum, his sticky jizz paints your walls white until it’s slipping out alongside his throbbing dick. You feel his cock kick and spurt inside your used pussy until he finally pulls out with a growl.

His long fingers pull your pussy open to watch as his spend drips from your clenching hole.

“Mmm, now that’s hot,” he murmurs, waiting until more globs of cum ooze from your pussy to drip down your thighs.

He slips your panties up until it’s sitting snugly on your sticky pussy. Helping you up on shaky legs, he grins at your messy face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before we schedule a follow up appointment with Lisa, eh?”

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cherubify · 26 days

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note: fluff, slightly suggestive, marriage, based on re3r carlos' noir outfit, a teeny tiny cheer up gift for @xoxostarlet <3 / sfw

"how do i look?" carlos turns from the mirror to you, his hand fiddling with the knot on his wine red tie.

tonight he's wearing a suit, a two piece fit that insists on accentuating his muscular frame. a special suit for a special occasion– your long awaited date night. his brown eyes search for answers, but you smile and pat the lint off his sleeves.

"you look amazing. and really, really hot," you emphasise with a smirk. he chuckles, and it's the kind that awakens dormant butterflies and scatters them into a frantic flight within you. it's been years with him and you still get a fluttery feeling whenever he pulls that off. you pout at the unfairness and squeeze his bicep.

"i can say the same for you, my love," carlos smiles tenderly as he takes you in himself. you're wearing the dress he bought you, a dress that beckoned him with images of you in it and whispers of your name when his eyes fell upon it. he knew it'd look amazing because it's on you, but hot damn– you're perfect.

a burly arm coils around your waist and he pulls you in. the brunette brushes back stray hairs behind your ear, eyes fixed on you with a tender hearted gaze. you put your hands on his chest and peer up at him curiously. the boyish grin playing on his lips heats up your face.

"you're so beautiful-" he ghosts the outline of your jaw with his gloved knuckles. brown curly hair hangs over his unflinching gaze, "-that i have half the mind to skip tonight and call take in."

ahh, not again. your knees feel weak, but only for a mere moment. it's easy to get sucked into his eyes, and if you don't stand your ground you'll end up in his arms once again, bodies tangled until tomorrow. as much as you love your husband, now is not the time for this. so you shake your head before frowning at his implications. a light smack him on his chest snaps him out of his haze.

you pinch his cheek. he winces, the tiny bristles lining his face itches your fingers when you tug, "it took us an entire month for this reservation, carlos! we have all of the time in the world for this later."

"ow ow- okay, i give in," he manages a defeated laugh, though his eyes carry an amused glint. he shows his gloved palms in defeat, "but later, right?"

"sure. if we don't come home in a food coma," you snort as you slip on your heels. he watches as you step out the house, but not without giving him a look over your shoulder before the door closes behind you.

it's a knowing smile, one that answers his simple question. he laughs– even with how easily you get sucked into his shenanigans, you still try to keep him on his toes. carlos takes one last look in the mirror before choosing to ditch his gloves. just so he can better hold your hand tonight, and y'know, so everyone can see the ring around his finger.

he hums as he snatches up his car keys and flicks the light switch off, enveloping both him and the hallway in darkness. after one last check around the house, he shuts the door behind him and it locks with a click.

all content written by @cherubify ! do not repost, edit or plagiarise. requests are open. previously known as @puppyina.

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luveline · 1 year

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for the steve zombie au requests 🙏🏼 how about the first night when they finally get their own place at the college? ily

thanks so much for your request! steve zombie!au | fem!reader ♥︎ 1.1k

"My arms are crying," you say.

"Keep moving," Steve demands. "It's only another minute."

"I'm spoiled, Steve, you know this."

Steve is doing most of the work, dragging your double mattress through the series of doors that lead from the first wing of Little Hawkins to the second, where you and Steve have finally been given a room after sharing with Robin for two weeks and three days. You regret your happiness — Robin has proved to be exactly the kind of person worth walking the earth for. She's funny and zesty and a secret sweetheart. She's a lot like Steve, minus his moods.

Steve trusts her implicitly. You do not. You haven't slept properly in the days you've shared a room with her, and everyone can tell. It's why Steve isn't actually mad at your half-hearted pushing.

When your new front door is in view you stop pushing. Steve sighs and heaves it to the door jam. He turns to look at you as he finishes, wiping his hands together. You give the mattress a weak kick.

Steve, despite the image he projects, feels very sorry for you in that moment. You can see it in the soft wrinkle between his thick brows, and the immediacy with which he extends his hands.

"Celebratory hug," he says, kissing your temple quickly as he pats your back.

His hugs are two extremes. Swift and friendly or languid and long. This hug is the former, and you'd wanted the latter.

"Where's the key?"

You dig in your pocket for the key. There's a piece of white tape wrapped around the head with the apartment number and a sticker on the teeth, where you assume Jeremy, the communities co-leader, to have written your name in marker.

"See this?" you ask, brandishing the sticker at him with a peppy smile. "Know what that means? This is my room, Harrington. You're just sharing."

"Yeah?"

You don't like the sound of that.

He takes a step toward you as you take a retroactive one back, and your foot scags on the curved corner of the mattress. Steve throws his hand out to make sure you don't fall, and you grab his arm in turn, key digging into his forearm.

"For me? You shouldn't have," he says, pleased.

You roll your eyes and fork over the key. Steve opens the door, and everything feels much less scary, because he waits for you to take his hand before he walks inside. It's a very small room, meant for one person, and the bed frame is a single — your mattress won't fit.

"Oh," you say with a laugh.

"Don't worry, I asked Hopper about it, he said there's some crates behind the town hall."

"The town hall," you say. He's already using all the terminology, like he's been here for months.

"We can clear out the frame." He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb unconsciously. "We'll keep the desk though?"

"For what?"

"For stuff. We can have stuff. Books and clothes and stuff."

"Stuff."

He steps in front of you and turns, forcing you to meet his eyes. He watches you watch him, and he rubs under your eyelashes with a careful fingertip.

"Sit down, baby."

You feel strangely like crying. The soft but ordinate tone he uses with you in moments like this is shocking, the memory of his recent I love you thrumming at the front of your head. He loves you. You can feel it.

You sit down in a puddle of dust on top of the desk. It holds your weight no problem, only creaking quietly when you start to slouch in on yourself, cheek pressed to the side of one of the storage cupboards above it. It's cold, and it smells like a holiday home, or a hotel.

Steve lifts the bed frame all by himself, the muscles of his back bulging and shifting underneath his shirt. He peels it off and you rouse from your dozing to whistle, delighted by his scandalised face and the follow up smirk. He flexes his bicep and you laugh softly.

"Oh wow," you drawl, meaning it one hundred percent.

"Right?"

"Very impressive, Stevie. You've always been a loveboat, you know?"

"Tell me more."

He pushes the bed frame out into the hallway. You wait for him to appear again, though the mattress comes first, Steve pushing it inside your room like it doesn't weigh a thing. It is, admittedly, very hot.

"Even when we didn't like each other, I thought you were handsome. Hot," you admit.

He pushes the mattress down. It lands with a puff of dust so thick you both wince and lean back. The dust settles, and Steve sidles into the space between your legs, shirtless and a little bit sweaty, a smile on his pretty mouth.

"I've always thought you were pretty, but not so much anymore." You flinch as a pit opens in your stomach, alarmed and hurt that he would say that you. Steve takes your face into his hand, and he tilts his head to the side and says, "These days I think you're beautiful. Capital B."

"Smaller pause next time."

The tips of your noses kiss. He doesn't close his eyes, so you keep yours open.

"You get prettier every day. I feel real lucky that I get to see it." His smile turns bashful, the facade of his confidence fading away. "I can't believe we're here, and I know everything is different, and that it's been hard. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," you say, eyebrows pinching together.

"I want you to be happy," he says.

You pull his face closer to yours, impossibly closer, not an inch of room between you. "I am."

"I want you to sleep," he says knowingly.

You grin, and kiss him blindly, missing his lips a little. He's gracious enough to correct you, and to return it with an adoring ferocity.

You push him away so he can see your smile.

"I'll sleep just as soon as my boyfriend makes the bed."

Steve looks electrified with purpose. "I'm gonna make our bed so well," he promises. "Gonna make that shit into a sport. If they ever throw an Olympics again, they'll add a bed making category, and I'll win the gold for you, babe."

Our bed. Despite your worries, your impulsive fears, and your propensity for suspicion, you have to admit it: 'our bed' sounds pretty damn good.

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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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Georgie- George Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 27, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Warnings- FLUFF

Prompt is in bold: “You’re too good for the world”

A/N- This is for @/dracodear‘s lucky number sleepover & writing challenge! Sorry it took so long!

Enjoy!!!! And I hope you like it Olivia!

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1st Year

“Georgie, let’s just go,” you heard Fred Weasley say from behind you. “What are you wearing, Weasleys? Hand me downs?” you heard a Slytherin boy cackle, making his friends cackle.

You were sitting down at the Hufflepuff table, talking with some of your new friends when you heard the bullying. As a true Hufflepuff (as your friends liked to call you), you embodied what Hufflepuff was all about. The sorting hat did sing “You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuff’s are true And unafraid of toil;” and that’s exactly what you were.

Now, you had exchanged words with the Weasley twins, but the words that were coming out of the vile Slytherins mouths were making you feel like they were your best friends.

The words were making you very angry inside, so angry that you needed to go and do something about it.

“I’ll be back,” you told your friends with a smile before putting on a determined face and walking over to the scene.

“Hey!” you called out, making all of the students stare at you. You gulped, “Don’t make fun of them! That’s not nice!”.

“That’s not nice!” one of the Slytherins mocked and took his knee off of the bench that it was leaning on and walked over to you, towering over you, “Whatcha gonna do about it, Huff?”.

You gulped once more and your eyes flickered over to the boys, locking eyes with George for a few seconds before looking back up at the Slytherin, “What you were saying to him was not okay, and I came to put an end to it.”.

You shivered at the look that the boy gave you before laughing and pushing you ever so slightly but making you tumble backward. “Oof,” you grunted when your butt hit the ground.

He and his group all threw insults at you about how you were “a weak Hufflepuff” before turning around and leaving you there with everyone looking at you. You started to try and get up by yourself but you heard someone quickly scurry over to you and before you knew it, you were being pulled up by your bicep off of the ground.

“Are you okay?” the person asked. You looked up to see George Weasley, one of the two boys you were trying to defend. “U-Um yeah, I’m sorry,” you said sadly and looked down. “Hey, it’s alright, thank you for defending us. My family isn’t too well-liked by purebloods, which is what all those boys are,” George said while patting your shoulder. You looked up into his eyes but quickly looked back down.

Your face went red and you turned your body slightly toward him, still looking down, “I just don’t understand why everyone can’t be nice to each other, it’s not that hard.”.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. You smiled at his laugh and looked back up at him, “I’m Y/n.”.

“Yeah, I know, we have herbology together,” he informed and thought back to all of the times you were praised for being a child prodigy in herbology.

“Oh, well, I’ll see you later George,” you said with a smile that made his heart thump before giving him a quick hug, not even giving him enough time to hug you back, before letting go and running back over to your friends.

2nd Year

“Georgie!” you screamed as you watched your red-headed friend fall off of his broom after getting hit in the chest by a bludger.

It was only his second game of the year, or, ever, and it was against Slytherin, who was never fair during quidditch matches, so someone was bound to get hurt. You just hoped that it wasn’t going to be George, but from the gasping of everyone in the crowd to the boy literally on the ground, you knew that he was the unlucky duck.

“Excuse me!” you shouted while walking through the crowd in the Hufflepuff stands. You got to the stairs and quickly climbed down before running onto the field. To your horror, George was knocked out on the ground.

“Ms. Y/l/n, move! We need to get Mr. Weasley to Madame Pomfrey!” Madame Hooch declared and motioned for you to help her. You put your limp friend on your shoulder, his other arm slinging around Madame Hooch, and you both headed off for the hospital wing.

You were panicking the whole time, you immediately thought the worst, contrasting the positive mindset that you had about everything.

“Madam Pomfrey! We had a bit of a mishap during the quidditch match,” Madam Hooch announced while you both laid him down on one of the beds. “Oh boy, a bludger, I’m assuming?” she pitied while looking at his face that had scratches all over it from the impact he made with the grass.

“Exactly that, the poor boy was doing great, but he got a little distracted and missed the bludger heading straight for him,” Hooch cooed while patting his face, “Well, I have a match to get back to refereeing. I’m sure Weasley will be fine, I’ve seen worse.”. She took one more look at him before patting you on the shoulder and walking away.

“Will he be okay Madame Pomfrey?” you asked, voice shaking from your nerves. “Yes, he will be just fine, Ms. Yl/n. As Madame hooch said, there has been much worse,” she said while finishing up cleaning his cuts.

After the final dab of alcohol she stood up and studied him for a few moments, “He should wake in a few hours.”.

You breathed a sigh of relief and watched as she walked away before grabbing a chair and sitting beside him. “Thank Godric you’re alright,” you chuckled and studied his sleeping face, “Well… kinda, I guess, I don’t know.”.

Your nerves were getting to you again, but not because of the fact that George was hurt, it was because you were just near George. You’ve recently been slipping up while talking to him, always being mesmerized by his very handsome face. You would get all blushy when you two were close, not something that used to happen before.

You stayed there for hours, watching as people walked in and out and occasionally talking to George. “Ms. Yl/n, it would be a good idea to go back to your dormitory. You’ve been here all day, you should go and get some rest,” Madam Pomfrey coaxed, but you didn’t budge.

“I don’t want to leave him here, he’s my best friend,” you informed her with tears brimming your eyes. “Go get some sleep, Y/n,” you heard a tired voice say from beside you.

Your head shot sideways and you smiled brightly when you saw Georges smirking, and slightly concerned face. “Georgie!” you exclaimed and jumped to hug him.

He grunted and hugged you back, pouting small when you pulled away. “How long has she been here Madam Pomfrey?” George asked.

“Since ten in the morning, I’m afraid. She hasn’t left your side all day,” Madam Pomfrey recounted. George looked over at you with a look on his face that said “Really?”, but it was like you were stupid, stupid to be there all day with him.

“What? I was terrified! You think I was just going to leave you here?” you asked perplexed. He shouldn’t be surprised that you stayed all day with him, it’s just in your nature to take care of people.

“Go and get some rest, Y/n, I’m fine,” he beseeched and made a motion with his hand, telling you to go. “Are you sure you’re alright?” you questioned, not believing him. You wanted to make sure he was at 100% before you left him alone.

“Yes, Y/n, I’m fine!” he assured you, “Go and sleep, please, for me?”. He made puppy dog eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist.

“Fine,” you breathed out after his cuteness became too much. “Thaaank you,” he mused. You gave him a small nod before slowly, and reluctantly standing up from the chair you were sitting in.

You turned around quickly so that you wouldn’t look at him anymore, you felt bad for even leaving his side. You walked hastily out of the hospital wing and got pretty far down the hall before your guilty conscience started going a million miles a minute, making you feel horrible for leaving him there.

You stopped in the middle of the hall, fiddling with your fingers, debating whether you should keep walking or if you should go and sit with George. You started bouncing up and down, the guiltiness eating you alive.

You let out a whine before running back to the hospital wing. George looked at you disappointed when he saw you walking toward him.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t leave you,” you apologized and sat down next to him before laying your head down on his stomach.

“It’s alright,” he chuckled, “just get some rest.”. You nodded your head before letting out a cute yawn and drifting off to sleep.

3rd Year

“Georgie, that’s too funny!” you laughed as you, Fred, George, and Angelina were walking through the corridor. “I am pretty brilliant,” George boasted, laughing too.

“Ah shit!” you heard someone groan from across the corridor. Your head looked toward the direction of the words to see a Slytherin boy looking down at a bunch of books scattered all over the ground.

You left your position beside your friends to go and see if he needed help. “What do you think about that, Y/n?” George asked before looking sideways to see that you weren’t there, “Y/n?!”.

He looked over to see you walking toward the Slytherin boy and quickly followed behind to make sure that he wouldn’t touch you. Fred and Angelina followed closely behind too, to make sure that George wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Are you alright? Do you need help?” you asked the boy. He glared up at you, making you gulp. It was the boy who bullied the twins in your 1st year. “I don’t need help from a dumb Hufflepuff,” he seethed and bent down to pick up his books.

“Now you listen here!” George growled and walked toward him, but you placed your arm in front of him, holding him back. “It’s alright George,” you told him.

“But he just insulted you!” George chided and pointed toward the boy who was struggling to pick his books up from the floor.

“Here, let me help you,” you told the boy, ignoring George. You picked up some of his books and stood up at the same time as him, handing his books to him. He took them reluctantly from you and looked over at his friends to see them laughing at the scene.

“Stupid huff,” he mumbled and stomped back over to his friends. “That’s it,” George seethed and pushed past you.

“George, please don’t! He’s probably just having a bad day!” you called out after him. George turned toward you and walked back to you, “How could you be so optimistic? He just called you stupid!”.

“Yeah, Y/n, I couldn’t see a good reason why he called you stupid even if I wanted to,” Fred chimed in, Angelina nodding in agreement.

“Everyone has their bad days. And besides, it’s not worth hurting someone for it. Kindness always wins,” you informed them and grabbed George softly by the forearm, pulling him closer to you.

“I can’t believe you,” George scoffed, amused by just how optimistic you could be. You gave George yet another smile that made his heart thump, as did every other smile you gave him.

He just rolled his eyes, trying to hide the red that flushed his face, and walked ahead of the three of you to lunch.

4th Year

“Georgie!” you called out after George, flower crown in hand. He turned around to see yellow robes running toward him, making him immediately smile. “Yeah?” he asked, watching as you finally got up to him.

“I made you this,” you told him sheepishly and held out the flower crown. “Thanks!” he beamed, “What’s the occasion?”.

“Well, I thought I might make something for my new boyfriend,” you told him, giggling when you saw blush spread across his cheeks. “Well, I love it,” he told you and set it on top of his head.

“How does it look?” he asked and struck a funny pose. “Lovely,” you giggled and walked up to him. “Hold on,” you said and stood on your tippy-toes to adjust it on his head, your tongue slightly sticking out because of how hard you were focusing.

You looked down slightly to see that you and George were face to face, and also that George had been staring at you admiringly the whole time. You became shy under his gaze and quickly looked back up, “There,” you breathed out and looked back into his eyes.

He smiled slightly at you before grabbing you by your waist, catching you by surprise. “Now or never,” he mumbled and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks before pressing a kiss onto your lips.

Although you two had been dating for a few weeks, you two hadn’t kissed yet. You didn’t know when it would be the right time because this was both your guys’ first relationship, you didn’t know how any of it worked!

Once George pulled away, you frowned a bit, already missing the feeling of his lips, not knowing when you would be able to feel that again.

“Wow,” he breathed out and looked at you. “Yeah, wow,” you giggled, causing him to giggle too.

“When can we do that again?” George mused. You just laughed and shook your head before pressing another quick kiss on his lips, catching George by surprise.

“Later Georgie,” you giggled and ran past him. George looked around, blushing like mad, making sure that no one saw the state he was in; A complete and utter mess for you.

5th Year

“Georgie! Don’t put that in-!” was all you got out before George poured a random ingredient into the potion you were supposed to make, making it explode. You and George both froze while Fred’s laughter erupted from behind you both.

“Good job George!” Fred cackled, “Now Snape’s gonna have your head!”. And Fred wasn’t wrong, within a matter of seconds, Snape was in front of you both scolding you two.

“I assume it was your doing, Mr. Weasley. Putting… whatever you put into the potion!” Snape scolded him.

The wave of guilt went through you, although it wasn’t your fault at all, you didn’t want George getting in trouble. You should’ve just stopped him and not have let him pour that ingredient into the potion.

“No, Professor Snape, I did it,” you told him shakily, making Snape’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. You were one of the best-behaved students in his class. “Well, Ms. Y/l/n, I guess I will be seeing you in detention after class, and taking 5 points off of Hufflepuff,” Snape ordered and gave you and George a glare before walking dramatically back to his desk. “Dangit,” you whispered and slumped back in your chair.

“Why would you do that, Y/n?!” George scolded you, “We both know that I did it! Why would you take the blame?!”. “I didn’t want you getting in trouble,” you shrugged and looked into his eyes.

He just sighed and pulled you into a hug. “You didn’t have to,” he whispered and put his head in your shoulder, looking down at where he was stroking your bicep.

“I know, but isn’t that what girlfriends are for?” you chuckled, making George look up at you sadly. “Thank you,” he mumbled and kissed you on the cheek.

“I’d do anything for you, George,” you proclaimed and kissed him on the cheek.

6th Year

“Georgie, help me please,” you laughed as you walked up behind him where he was standing by a tree talking to a few quidditch teammates. George turned around and started laughing as well, “Looks like you’ve got your hand full there,” he chuckled.

You had 5 first years all hugging you at the same time. Over the past year, the first years have come to like you a lot. Ever since you helped one girl with her homework, all of them asked for your help and now every day you’re hanging out with first years, which you don’t mind.

“Do you think we could sit here? It’s the biggest tree for shade and it’s pretty sunny out,” you asked him. “Yeah, of course,” George said and motioned toward the ground.

You gave him a thankful smile and looked down to the first years piled on you, “Alright guys, sit down and get out your books.”. They all quickly let go of you and sat down on the floor before rummaging through their bags.

You sat down too and looked up to see George still standing there, his quidditch mates now gone, just looking at you. “You wanna stop staring at me and sit down? Maybe help me a bit?” you laughed and motioned toward the 5 eager first years.

“Sure,” George chuckled and sat down behind you, spreading his legs out so that they were on either side of you. He then scooted up and pulled you into his chest so that you had room in between his legs to write down things for the first years.

You giggled a bit and leaned back, holding a book up so that you could read it. The first years’ assignment was to read one of the sections in their textbooks and answer questions for History of Magic.

“Alright? Who wants to read first?” you asked the students. One of the girls, Alexia, immediately raised her hand. When you nodded your head and motioned for her to go, she smiled and took a breath before beginning to read.

After everyone got a turn to read, including you and George (who didn’t want to read at all but did it because you asked him to), you all started answering the questions. But unfortunately, that is when George started getting ancy.

“Y/n, are we almost done?” he whined, bouncing his right leg. You put a hand on the bouncing leg, making it immediately stop, “No, George, we have 20 questions to answer, and then they have a potions essay to write.”.

George groaned and threw his head back, his right leg starting to bounce again. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” you told him softly and brought your hand behind your head to pat him on the cheek, “I’ll be fine by myself.”.

A few minutes later, you heard snoring coming from George. You felt bad that he was sitting on the ground sleeping, but then again, these first years needed your help. You sighed and kept helping them, but trying to stay as still as possible for George.

“No, I want to stay with you,” he whined and put his head in the crook of your neck. You just giggled and went back to helping the first years.

Around 3 hours later, as the sun was beginning to set, you decided that it was enough homework for today.

“Alright, guys! Good job today, I’ll pick you up from the great hall at the same time tomorrow and we can keep working on your potions essay!” you told them as cheerily as possible, you were tired out of your mind.

“Thank you, Y/n!” they all said in unison before each of them giving you a tiny hug, considering that George was behind you, fast asleep. “Bye guys,” you whispered and gave them a tiny wave as they all ran off.

You chuckled when you heard the snoring from behind you get louder. “Georgie, wake up,” you whispered and maneuvered your body around to face him. His face almost hit the ground when he woke up, “What, what?! I’m up!”.

You giggled at his quick reflexes and blushed when he looked at you, he looked adorable. “Oh, hi, love. How long was I out for?” he asked before yawning and outstretching his lanky arms.

“For about 3 hours, I’d say,” you told him while looking down at your watch. “Oh okay, wait? Where are the first years?” he asked, noticing their absence.

“They just left, I’m gonna help them again tomorrow, if you want to come and snooze on me again,” you joked and ruffled his hair. “Sorry about that,” he apologized.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. You’re like a giant cuddly teddy bear,” you giggled. “Oh yeah?” he chuckled and tackled you to the ground, making the both of you roll around on the ground while laughing.

“George!” you laughed as you had rolled around for probably the 5th time. He stopped and hovered above your face, “Hello,” he giggled and placed a quick peck on your lips before hopping up to his feet and outstretching his arm to you.

You took his hand and he pulled you up quickly, making you fall into his arms. “Now let me get you back to the Hufflepuff common room and then I’m going to sneak into the kitchen to get some cookies,” he said and put his elbow out for you to link with.

“How gentlemanly of you,” you giggled and linked your elbow with his before walking into the castle.

7th Year

“Georgie, do you have everything set?” you asked him as he was packing his bags to leave Hogwarts. The plan would be set into motion in about 3 minutes. “Yep, I think so,” he sighed, his voice laced with sadness.

He turned toward you and grabbed your hands, “Why can’t you come with me? There’s enough room in the flat above the shop! You could get out of here, Umbridge will never hurt you again and you can be with me!”.

You looked up at him, eyes starting to brim with tears, “You know I can’t. I can’t leave the first years behind. They need me.”.

He nodded sadly and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. “I’ll see you in a couple of months. Make sure to owl me every day. Or at least every week,” he told you and grabbed your hands once more, moving them as he was talking.

“I promise,” you smiled up at him, “Now go! Go and make your dream a reality!”.

He smiled brightly at you before giving you another kiss and grabbing his broom.

“Ready Fred?” he asked, “Ready George,” Fred confirmed. George threw the firework so that it would fly into Umbridge’s class and within seconds, the boys flew off and made their final ruckus at Hogwarts before flying off, the gigantic ‘W’ in the air really making their final mark.

You cheered along with the others and immediately went to go write a letter to George so that it would be there when he arrived at their new premises.

The Night After the End of 7th Year

“Georgie!” you squealed as you saw him standing outside of the shop. The moment you got off of the train, you apparated to Diagon Alley.

“Sorry!” you apologized as you ran into someone, but you just kept running toward George. You opened your arms as you rammed into George, nearly knocking him over. “Y/n!” he exclaimed and squeezed you as tight as he could.

You let a few tears slip out of your eyes, you missed him so much while he was gone. You couldn’t stand not being with him almost every second of every day. You couldn’t stand him not sneaking into the Hufflepuff common room almost every night so that you two could cuddle.

You both pulled away and looked at each other, the amount of love between the two of you was almost too much to handle. You both grabbed each other’s faces and slammed your lips together, almost completely forgetting you were in public.

When you two pulled away, people were giving you weird looks, but you two couldn’t care less. “I missed you so much,” he breathed out and pulled you in for another hug. He looked so grown up, he had a suit and tie on and everything. All while you had a dress on that made you look like a little girl. “I missed you too, Georgie,” you proclaimed and nuzzled your face into his chest.

“Y/n, I have something I want to do,” he told you shakily. You looked up at him, worried. Was he breaking up with you? No! He couldn’t! He just said he missed you. All of your worries drifted away when George got down on one knee and pulled out a tiny black box.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you in first year,” he began, making you tear up. “I love you with everything I’ve got, and I know it’s not much, but my Heart aches sometimes because of how much I truly love you. You, Y/n Y/l/n, have had me wrapped around your finger since we first exchanged conversation. You’re too good for the world and that’s why I love you so much. You’re too good for me, honestly,” he chuckled, you couldn’t believe it.

“You’ve stood up for me when Slytherins denounced Fred and I, you were there for me when I got hit by a bludger and cared too much about me to leave my side, you helped a foul Slytherin who hurt you just because he needed help. You didn’t care that he called you mean names afterward, your heart was too big to accept that there was any evil in this world. You made me a flower crown for me when we first started dating, you saved me from getting detention by taking the blame for a potion mishap that I caused, you would always help first years and even refused to leave school with me because you knew that the first years needed you more than I did.”.

His words were making your heart swell. “You’re too good for me and there’s nothing I could ever do to fully deserve you, but I’m glad that you’ve given me a chance to try,” you were now sobbing at this point, “I guess what this is all leading up to is… Y/n, the love of my life, the girl who owns my heart, will you marry me?”.

You wiped a few tears from your eyes, “Yes, Georgie, of course, I will!” you squealed through tears and let him put the ring on your finger before letting him pick you up and spin you in the air. Once he sat you down, you grabbed him by the collar and kissed him like it was the last kiss you two were ever going to share.

“Yes! You finally did it!” you heard Fred cheer from beside you two. “Hi Fred!” you greeted him and showed him the ring.

“Holy crap, did you steal that thing, George?! It’s gorgeous! There’s no way you could afford that!” he gasped. “Only the best for the best,” George told him while still looking at you.

“Mhm,” he eyed George suspiciously and walked over to you, giving you a hug, “Well congrats, Y/n, make sure to hide that ring when you go out, you don’t want to be caught with stolen jewels,” Fred told you and walked back into the shop.

“I didn’t steal it,” George told you, “I know,” you mouthed while giggling, making him chuckle too.

“I love you so much, more than you will ever know,” he expressed, the tears that were brimming his eyes now starting to pour down. “I love you more, my Georgie,” you said in barely a whisper, trying not to sob again, and kissed him once more.

He was your Georgie forever and he could barely believe it. The purest, most positive, and good soul in the world was his fiancé, soon to be wife.

Georgie was a very lucky man indeed.

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xoxo

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley imagine #harry potter characters x reader #harry potter fanfiction

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injestedsoap · 7 days

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Dirty, dirty, NSFW fic where you welcome home your favorite sergeant with tongues and fingers

for @femalefemur, please never stop sending me porn links, babe.

It had been a long deployment and Soap knew it was going to be a short break. Price had told him he'd have a month, Soap was skeptical it would be more than two weeks. But none of that mattered right now. Not his exhaustion, not his buzzing brain, not the new scars he came home with, not even the fact that his ears were still ringing from the battlefield. None of that mattered because you were tongue deep in him while your hand tugged on his weeping cock.

"Ah," Soap moaned, pressing his face into the mattress and his ass back against your tongue, "Ah, hen what you bloody do to me,"

You pull back with a loud slurping noise, giggling at Soap's moan as you spit in your hand and go back to working his cock. "What do I do to you, hm?" you tease, dancing your finger over his slit, "What does my pretty mouth do to your slutty hole?"

Soap whimpered and looked back over his shoulder, his eyes sleepy and hooded as he spread his thighs further, "You drive me out my damn dead is what you do."

You beam, kissing his softly furred ass sweetly before reeling back and spanking him hard, well, as hard as you could. Instead of a squeak like you were hoping for you get a long low groan which is a pretty good consolation prize. You get a hand full of his dark curls and tug and that gets a whine and a weak swat, "Careful back there," Soap complains, like his hole isn't fluttering from the sensations of light pain, "I'm not looking to get plucked my first night home."

You snicker but lean in and kiss his ass again anyway.

Home.

Probably too sappy a thing to be thinking about when you're eating out your military boyfriend. You spread his cheeks and spit a fat wad of saliva on his twitching hole, relishing the half moan, half giggle you get in response.

"Gross," Soap whispers into the sheets.

"Mmh," You hum, leaning in and kissing his wet pucker before going back to work, tonguing deep into him and wiggling your tongue. Soap whimpers and pants above you, his balls drawing up tight as you massage them. You work your hand down, tugging his cock a few idle times before reaching to gently squeeze his stomach. He was getting older, he wasn't as easily able to keep the softness off his midsection, 20 year old Soap's cut abs gently morphing into 27 year old Johnny's tummy. Oh he had abs, but he didn't feel the need to dehydrate and cut carbs any more. He was just as much a badass after his morning muffin and too sweet coffee.

"Love," He whined as you ran your fingers over his treasure trail, "Cock, please,"

You pulled back from his hole just enough to laugh breathlessly, "Needy now that you're back," you tease, the very tip of your nail tracing the vein of his cock.

He looked back, one big blue eye peeking over his massive bicep, exaggeratedly batting his lashes, "I am always needy when it comes to your whore mouth on my respectable hole,"

You let out a screech of a laugh and gave him another spank, relishing the 'ow' let out in the middle of his own laughs. "Alright," You say, spitting in your hand and dragging the dribbles of precum up his shaft as you push him down onto the mattress. "Alright," the hand that isn't working his shaft slides up his thigh, giving his ass a soft pat before sliding two fingers into his already loose ring of muscle, going right for the little bundle of nerves. "Alright," You repeat, your voice softer as Soap presses his moans and whimpers into the mattress, his cock leaking profusely. You lean in, pushing your tongue in along side your fingers. It's not easy or comfortable and it's not coordinated but it must be enough because before Soap lets out a broken little noise and cums all over the towel you'd laid down before you pounced.

The orgasm must have been load bearing because with that Soap collapses, barely avoiding the puddle and barely giving you time to adjust yourself so you didn't get yanked down tongue first. As it stands the two fingers in his ass are connected to the arm that is holding you up and the angle isn't comfortable for either of you.

"Hold on," You grunt, finding a spit to put down your other hand and gently extracting your fingers from him. Grinning when he let out a noise of contentment, nuzzling down into the pillows. He'll worry about getting you off tomorrow (and the next day and the next day and the next day...) but for now you let him lay, bundling up the towel and washing your hands and face before coming back with a warm washcloth to gently clean him up.

"Thank you," Soap sighs.

"For cleaning you up or the rim job?" you tease.

He answers by grabbing you by the ass and tugging you down until you're situated so he can get his soft cock between your soft thighs, already prepping for your wake up call. He looks at you through his lashes and you roll your eyes, kissing him anyway and sucking on his tongue the way he likes. You let your hand drift down to scratch lightly at his round bottom, feeling the coarse hair and taught muscle under your fingers as you suck on the warm wet muscle between your lips, tasting cinnamon toothpaste and need. You pull away for just long enough for you both to breathe, laughing tiredly as Soap whines and chases your lips, even if he is panting too, and then go back in, twisting your fingers into his mohawk and pressing him closer still. You both stay like that, wrapped up in each other, lungs full of each other's air, until you finally drift to sleep, please to be back together no matter how short that time may be.

#soap #soap imagine #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x you #i don't know how to tag these things #IT'S SMUT #GET IN HERE IF YOU WANT THAT #MDNI

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malleusarcanum · 9 months

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⚠️: Wordy Game

Grim: Me next!! *Picked a paper from a random box* *read it* Everyone must say a word with more than four letters that ends with a y.

Grim: Easy peasy lemon squeezy, fishy!

Everyone: ......

Ace: You lost

Grim: Wha?? But I said Fishy!!!!

Ruggie: Dummy, Only First word counts

Epel: Easy is no more than 4 letter. You're weak.

Idia: noob~~~~~~~

*Grim went irritated and made an attack jump ready to scratch Idia's face but Ortho shielded him*

*Grim hit at the metallic tummy of Ortho*

*grim cried in front of Mc*

Mc: Let's just move on to the game

Grim: Hench man is mean!!

*the game went on, at last*

Floyd: Shrimpy!!

Mc: damn of all words?!

Jade: hmm........ Misery!

Azul: *positioned his glasses* chylophyllously

Mc: Psycho wha??

Epel: pretty?

Rook: Magnificently! *Strikes a pose*

Vil: dearly *winked at Mc*

Mc:......

Leona: sleepy *yawned, went to sleep again but on MC's lap*

Mc: hey?!!!

Ruggie: Furry!

Jack: manly *showed his biceps*

Ortho: Brotherly!!

Mc: cute!

Grim: hmp

Idia: quietly

Kalim: Lampy!!

Mc: Is that even a word?

Kalim: then what'cha call it?

Mc: nevermind

Jamil: slavery

Kalim: That's a good one * patted Jamil's back*

Riddle: politically

Cater: Selfy!

Mc: it doesn't end with y

Cater: I have my own dictionary

Mc: *bumped her head at the table*

Trey: Friendly...

Ace: Awesomely!

Deuce: humpty Dumpty!

Silver: peacefully

Lilia: family

Sebek: crocodiley!

Mc: they're making up words....

Ace: you're turn mc!

Mc:?!

Grim: Hah! My henchman lost!

Mc: *smashed the table, got everyone's attention* STU•PI•DI•TY

Everyone: ........

Jade: Boo!!!!!!!

Kalim: Most boring word~~~~

Ace: Bruh, that's so last year

Mc: can't you let Malleus answer!

Ruggie: wait?! Malleus is here?

Malleus:......

Sebek: young master!!! *Hugged malleus*

Lilia: You can do it Malleus.....

Grim: Hah he lost!

Silver: Ow let him talk first!!

Malleus: ahhhhh.......

*Everyone looks at him waiting*

Mc: come on hornton!

Malleus: ummmm *felt nervous, never been played a group game before*

Malleus: ah! h..

Everyone: what?!

Malleus: Ho....

Sebek: Continue Young master...

Malleus: Horny!

*Everyone dumbstruck* *then turned eyes on Lilia*

Mc: You lack parenting skills

Everyone : mhm

Lilia: I can't explain such things!!

*Malleus clueless*

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randomveyn · 2 years

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ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʟᴜʙ

featuring ⁞ grimmjow jaegerjacquez, kurosaki ichigo, madarame ikkaku, abarai renji, hisagi shuhei

warnings ⁞ fem!reader, suggestive themes, drinking, implied daddy kink, mentions of vaping, pet names (baby girl, kitten, princess)

𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙬 takes his time on his seat, chucking down beer while watching you sway your hips along the beat under the lights of neon pink and blue. send him winks, mouthed him a “come dance, baby” and he'd jump right in.

is arrancar naturally good at dancing? because he sure knows how to work those hips like a pro. he'd occasionally grind into your ass, pretending he got the tempo wrong but the bulge on his tight jeans said something else.

but he won't be satisfied with some feather-light touches. if anything, he gets greedy each time. can't keep those big hands from slithering along your curves. give him kisses and playful licks, make those breathy moans by his ears. and he'd have no qualms in snatching you away from the dance floor, dragging you to the nearest bathroom, trapping you between cold wall and his burning muscles. “time for some snacks, kitten.”

𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙤 and 𝙞𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙪 are the same type of guy. they don't go out chasing after girls. you'd find them lounging around the corner vip sofa, manspreading comfortably in their seats, maybe challenging each other who can take the most shots for the night.

you'd have to walk up to them with the guts of steel. ikkaku might spare you a glance but shoos you away immediately. no matter what you look like, he won't be interested until he sees a real challenge here. bring up the fact, or just lie through your teeth, about your black belt in judo and he'd whipped his head back to you fast. propose him a match and whether you win or not, you'd still find you both wrestling in bed tonight. “today's my lucky day, huh?”

ichigo is a simple man with a sprinkle of his closet daddy kink. he patted on his lap a few times, ushering you to take a seat. and then he'd feel you up with those biceps holding you close, squeeze you abit to have you squirming under him. he secretly enjoy the power he can exert on sweet girls like you, stroking his ego because he gets you all putty in his hand effortlessly like this.

he'd send a smug grin across the club, to a certain baby blue haired man and gets a middle finger back from the latter. “look at that loser. daddy needs no dance to get baby girl like you.”

𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 and 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙝𝙚𝙞 would be hanging around outside of the club, clad in punk leather outfits and slouching on their bikes. they try to come off as 'too cool to be dancing in there' but everyone knows they're just weak against women.

renji pulls out his vape pen, casually sucking and puffing out clouds of pineapple flavours as he watches people waltzing in and out of the club. and then, he sees you, hastily tumbling your way out with a group of guys following close behind. he caught your agitated expression, visibly uncomfortable under their ogling eyes and slurs.

so he wasted no time in slinging his arm around you, pulling you away with a big grin. “sorry for the wait, baby.” you shouldn't feel safe around this man either, not with those deadly tattoos he had from head to toe but you wouldn't even think twice about snuggling up against his half-exposed chest.

shuhei would be the one to offer you a ride home, because he's the only one with an extra helmet. it was originally prepared for his drunk ass friend (kira or rangiku-san) but guess he wouldn't mind taking a couple of trips back and forth tonight. HE IS JUST THAT NICE. and so, enjoy your ride hugging him close, feeling those toned abs below. oh, and he'd definitely take off his jacket and let you wear them. “gotta keep you all nice and warm.”

blow him some goodbye kiss okay because let's be honest, his nose can't handle a real kiss on the cheek. he's also the type who'd wait for you walk into your apartment lobby, disappear into the elevator before leaving. BOYFRIEND MATERIAL. but don't be mistaken, this guy can be smooth. you'll soon find his business card in his jacket.

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow x y/n #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo x reader #ichigo x y/n #ichigo kurosaki #kurosaki ichigo #ikkaku x reader #ikkaku madarame #renji x reader #abarai renji #renji abarai #shuhei x reader #shuhei hisagi #bleach fic #bleach scenarios #bleach fanfiction

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battorlstuff · 6 months

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Story - Fall of the Jock Pt.3

"My Gym Piggy is Growing"

The second video arrived the next day and the screen made it clear that this was the third week Jace had spent in that place.

It was clear that Jace's routine, or rather punishment, had continued. His body was no longer as tight and fit as before. Instead, Jace looked different, his muscles looked deteriorated, the young and once an adonis seemed weaker, he didn't even speak when the man entered the room and patted his stomach.

Jace's abs were no longer as defined, but with each Jace's heavy breath they disappeared. The man came in with a huge chocolate cake the size of the table he was carrying it on, the chocolate seemed to be melting and spilling all over the tray and then some messages appeared on the screen.

"I like to keep the temperature high, I even turn on the heating, as you know everything I feed our boy is soaked in a substance that makes him horny, I think the heat helps improve the effect, plus look at him all sweaty, Isn't that how gym rats like Jace like to be?

This heat also helps keep him weaker, we don't want Jace to be rude right? It's been 4 days since he doesn't fight back or try to resist, perhaps he has learned his place."

The lights turn on and Jace seems to react, he closes his eyes and suddenly the man slaps his no longer so defined face a few times.

"HeyJace! We're celebrating your 20th day here and the soon disappearance of those damn abs" the man laughed and looked at Jace's stomach, the lines of his muscles were barely visible, the guy's smile grew bigger as he tried to the sweaty one Jace's skin and saw how the boy wanted to move away from his cold touch, so he left his left palm there feeling the breath of his prey who used to be so arrogant and now looked scared, a step back and a little momentum ends in a fist that sank deep into the boy's abdomen, Jace only moaned and spit out saliva, feeling as if the man's fist burst his insides and darted his body from his navel to his lower back.

With that he placed the cake on the floor and turned to Jace who was hunched over, still breathless and in pain.

"This fatty is now stronger than you, huh?" He taunted his captor by pulling his hair to raise his head and look at him, a confused face and an open mouth as saliva continued to come out was all he saw.

He looked at his body past his now soft stomach, his arms were bigger but lacking definition, they looked swollen and a little greasy, his triceps were definitely gone although he could still see Jace's biceps, his once toned and slim feet. . They were a little fat, his thighs undoubtedly took the worst part, it was as if the fat were stagnating in them, they are completely soft, the calves were still there, barely. On his neck and jaw a small double chin was beginning to grow, it was as if his beautiful body was being covered under a thin layer of fat and was beginning to swell.

"This has only just begun and you don't look so good anymore" that was true Jace seemed exhausted and weak, the bags under his eyes were noticeable and his muscles were fading with each calorie that the man has made him swallow, his pecs were already not so good. strong nor pronounced like the first day he arrived, instead they seemed to swell and droop a little and his sharp face looked softer and rounder.

He lifted him out of the chair, but his ankles and wrists were still tied, he dragged him and threw him straight into the huge cake. Jace's chest and face sank into the chocolate coating, the man stood behind him and put his foot on Jace's back so he would stay there.

"You know what to do or else" he took out a teaser from his pocket and made it buzz, the simple sound sent shivers down the jock's spine, Jace just obeyed.

His face, neck, pectorals and his stomach were covered in chocolate, his mouth and face completely covered in crumbs and frosting.

Jace ate, burying his face in the bread and chocolate, it was like watching a pig wallowing in the mud. The man pressed his foot a little more on Jace's back while he laughed, the weight made the boy sink into the cake and almost choke, he raised his head again and continued eating, the man was hard watching the scene.

A message appeared on the screen:

"The cake was full of the drug, if you see..." a zoom was made to Jace's crotch "Our fattening pig is getting hard, although not harder than me. Look, his penis is already erect and leaking chocolate, maybe I should help him clean himself, but first he must finish eating."

Jace's stomach swelled more and he was holding a quarter of the big cake, his belly button popped out and Jace let out a big belch while his penis became completely hard, playfully kicking his balls of Jace and the little pig, afraid of punishment, continued eating.

From there the man and the camera had a good view of Jace's already flaccid butt, of all the parts of his body his hard buttocks seemed to be the ones that were ruined the fastest, turning into a gelatinous and shapeless mass, all that was needed was to expand that greasy mass now.

Jace swallowed, crawling over the large tray full of the remains of the cake, while he took bites here and there hoping that it would soon be finished.

His abdomen hurt and was swollen, he was barely a little more than a quarter of the cake when he stopped for the first time, he waited for the teaser to download, instead he received a strong kick in his groin, with his member erect it was even more painful. The first kick to his crotch was so hard that he lifted him off the ground for a few moments. A second kick to his balls made him howl in pain, a third colliding with his full stomach, eliciting grunts and belches from Jace.

When the man lifted his foot again Jace rushed to take a bite, but that didn't save him, the heavy boot collided with his left cheek and the pain almost made him choke.

The man let him continue, but raised the temperature a little, enjoying seeing the arrogant gallant in these conditions. Jace was crawling on the cake soaked in sweat and chocolate, panting from the sudden heat and how much he had eaten, burping constantly, and still hard and horny as hell.

More than half of the cake was gone and Jace stopped again, without strength he simply collapsed on the cake and waited for the blow, but this time the man pulled his jacket, fitting his nails into his balls, it was horrible, he squeezed his balls without stop and when he saw that Jace was still not eating he began to kick after kick in his crotch.

After more than ten kicks and recoiling in pain, Jace moved a little and buried his head in the rest of the cake taking small bites only for the man to stop.

Soon his torso was covered in a layer of sweat and chocolate frosting, his breathing heavy as he struggled to take another bite.

Fed up with Jace's small bites, the man simply picked up Jace's body and threw it on top of the rest of the cake. Jace rolled over and was covered in chocolate. The man bent down and took a piece of the cake that was lying on the cake with his hands. Jace's stomach and shoved it into the boy's mouth. So he continued to "clean" Jace's body and feed him, running a finger across his navel, lowering his hand to his hip and finally sliding his finger across Jace's hard penis until he reached the top. tip.

He massaged a little and cleaned the chocolate from the tip of his penis, smearing it with frosting and precum, taking it to Jace's mouth and making him lick it, before giving him a strong slap on his stomach or rather belly, his abs were not visible and his stomach came out to the delight of his captor. Who ran his tongue all over his penis along it and making the stud moan.

Jace squirmed, hating that this guy was turning him on, but he couldn't hold back all those moans in his throat. The man took several bites of the cake himself and shoved a few more pieces into Jace's mouth, forcing him to eat. The man wouldn't release Jace's burden, not yet. He continued to massage and remove the remains of the cake from Jace's body, licked his nipples, tasted the chocolate all over his torso, and ran his tongue over every corner of his flaccid ass and long legs until Jace was moderately clean, although he left his " chocolatey" cock for later.

"Very good, but the cake wasn't everything," said the man, seeing the stallion stunned on the ground, with his back against the tray where the cake was.

He dragged a hose and attached it to a funnel, Jace is still lying on the ground trying to breathe when the man inserted the funnel into his mouth and turned on the faucet of a tank. The hose twisted and a slightly liquid pudding reached Jace's mouth. Jace's eyes became watery, because he felt like his stomach was going to burst, the flow ran down his throat and went down heavily to his belly, bulging and creating such a swelling that Jace couldn't stand, it moved from one side to the other but the flow It didn't stop.

Jace couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to vomit, but as soon as he finished that tank the man connected the hose to a smaller gallon, the special supplement for Jace. The flow began to come and Jace simply writhed on the floor sweating profusely as the shoulder caressed his body, brought his fingers to his penis and began to massage it playfully.

Soon Jace was beyond hard and agitated as the man jerked him off, he struggled, but he couldn't help but moan even with the milkshake entering his mouth. The man slowed down and Jace twisted his hips, then he stopped, and licked the chocolate off his finger while he watched the panting boy, he tasted and licked each finger and then he bent down, put Jace's penis in his mouth and began to work, going too slowly, unfortunately for Jace who wanted it all to end.

The man took a bite and Jace took a big gulp, almost choking on the liquid. When he felt Jace was ready, the man stopped again and Jace seemed more frustrated, the liquid was still making his cock throb and he felt like his stomach was being burst from the inside. So the man took a somewhat rough dildo and slid it between Jace's buttocks and turned it on. Jace was completely overwhelmed by the sensations. He even felt that his nipples were burning and the tip of his penis was throbbing. He grunted in pain and choked. .

The man had put a needle in each of his nipples and was now burying another one, a little longer and spiked, in the tip of his penis. The man gave him a smile, their gazes met, Jace's frightened eyes closed. and with a malicious laugh his captor pushed the needle until it was almost completely buried.

"Alright, let's keep playing" with one hand he took turns massaging the needles on his nipples, and with the other He masturbated him, the flow of the hose did not stop and the dildo was still on. The man massaged Jace's member very slowly, watching as the spikes of the needle pressed from the inside to the skin of the penis, causing horrible agony in Jace. A few more movements and the hose stopped but he came in buckets writhing and clenching his fists and toes.

It was horrible, the needle did not allow him to release completely and little by little and painfully the same flow of semen was pushing the needle out, which took almost five minutes to happen, being extremely painful as if his member was being torn from the inside and every time he He came and the semen pushed the spikes tore the skin, finally the needle was out.

Jace lay there weakly looking at the man who took the dildo from him and carried it back to the chair. Jace just collapsed in the chair on the verge of unconsciousness, his penis still dripping with semen and his mouth still with traces of saliva, the man patted his cheek and twisted the guides on Jace's nipples a little, he smiled Hearing him moan in pain and then he tore them off so abruptly that he left small holes, the light went off and the video ended with the sound of the man's footsteps and the door closing.

The description said: My little pig is doing well, maybe I've been very good to him, if you're wondering, Jace weighed 197 lbs at that time, the poor guy still didn't know that he would end up weighing almost 900 lbs, but leave that to me, "I'll show you how Jace got there."

Fall of the Jock Pt. 2

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Gabe/Sisyphus aftercare talking. Somehow I keep writing these two having the most tender moments in the bathroom

Gabriel expected the rough treatment, the beatdown thinly disguised as sparring. Welcomed it even. Welcomed even more the way Sisyphus pinned him down to the dirt, crushing grip on his wrists. He furiously pushed his hips up against the man, and breathed a sigh of relief when the gesture was returned.

Gabriel did not expect what came after the act.

They're in the shower, or rather, on the shower floor. Gabriel isn't sure he can stand any time soon, weak with exertion and leftover bliss. At least his wounds has mostly closed up by now.

"Why?" God, he still sounds utterly wrecked.

Sisyphus pauses, looking up from where he's been scrubbing at Gabriel's bicep, one large hand cradling his bruised elbow. It's... gentle. Kind. He doesn't know what to make of the warmth that bubbles up in him at being held like this.

"You don't like me. Why... all this?" He gestures at the shower, at his caught arm. At Sisyphus kneeling over him, hands full of soapy rag and angel.

Sisyphus sighs, going back to his task. "Maybe I like taking care of my weapons. Especially one as excellent as you." Shit, he can definitely feel the shiver going through Gabriel at that. "Or I know that no one has ever touch you like this, and I'm simply too greedy not to claim all of you for myself. Or—" he pulls Gabriel in, face tucked against his shoulder, as he starts washing his back. Gabriel can feel a cheek pressed unnecessarily (affectionately) against the top of his head. "I'm making sure you would want to do this again."

Even now, this is still more intimate than Gabriel is comfortable with. He bristles with undue defensiveness. "Can you give me a straightforward answer for once? And what does that last one even mean?"

Sisyphus hums, the sound rumbling pleasantly against his head. His anger stops short in its track. Goddamnit, that was nothing and his heart is still determined to fawn over the man about it.

In his private ranting, he almost misses when Sisyphus speaks.

"Say I left you on the ground once I'm done. Pried your arms off of me and walked away, leaving you to tend to yourself." Gabriel can't help but tenses at the idea. A warm hand presses against his back, pulling him in to rest more fully on Sisyphus. His visible heartbeat briefly kicks up a notch, but he continues. "Would you want to take me again, if you know that's how the encounter will end?"

Gabriel pulls back from his hold. He needs space for what he's going to admit. "No, I suppose not... I see. I—do believe there will be a next time. O–only because you've been very courteous about it." He hurriedly adds, convincing no one.

Sisyphus laughs at him, but ah, there's that rapid heartbeat again. "How very gracious of you." He pats at Gabriel's covered cheek. His own heart kicks up in response. He doesn't even have it in him to be annoyed at it.

Maybe you do this for all of those reasons. But also, Gabriel thinks, looking down at his own banged up knees, recalling how Sisyphus cushioned them as he lowered him to the tiled floor, you don't want to admit that you're just affectionate, aren't you?

He thinks of the way Sisyphus never stopped touching him since he carried him to the bathroom. The scrubbing that turned to absentminded stroking. The gentle hand that held his elbow.

He's still giddy with the afterglow and wants nothing more than to keep soaking in all these touches. But, he could do more.

Gabriel grasps at the hand on his cheek, pulling Sisyphus down and closer; he goes so willingly it makes his chest tight. Gabriel pulls him down further with a hand on his neck and, quite audibly, presses a kiss through his helmet to Sisyphus' cheek.

He can hear a sharp inhale. He can't help but chuckle fondly at the stunned look Sisyphus gives him. Somewhere underneath the affection spreading warm and sticky over him, is a spike of real heat.

"Let me help you wash up as well? Please?" It's partially his (slightly misplaced) sense of courtesy, but mostly...

To be honest, if that's how Sisyphus reacts to just a single gesture, he can't wait to put his hands all over him now.

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Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 29: A broken man

Word count: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of torture and what happened to Rooster in afghanistan, major angst and fluff towards the end, it's a rollercoaster guys, i'm sorry

A/N: okay so it's shorter than i wanted but it was getting too sad for me and i had to stop writing it i'm sorry hahahaha

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Later that night, once the twins have fallen asleep, Rooster lies in the pull-out bed, wide awake. He’s supposed to be asleep because in two days, you and the kids will be coming home, and sleep won’t be a thing for him anymore.

He’s a father now. And he has to take care of three people who depend on him.

Here comes yet another responsibility that he’s not ready for.

“Brad?”

The softness of your voice contrasts with the way he gets up so quickly that he sees black dots illuminating the dimly lit room. “Do you need something?”

“I think you’re the one who needs something. Want to talk?” You pat the empty space in the bed, encouraging him to come closer and take a seat.

Bradley doubts. He surely wants to talk to you. Earlier that day, you told him, your dad, and your brother your big secret. You have finally trusted them.

Now is his turn to finally confess his deepest secret.

He sits next to you, delicately grabbing your hand in his, as if giving you the chance to pull away in case you don’t want his touch. You tighten your grip around his fingers, and Bradley feels a warm feeling in his chest. It’s bittersweet, though. A gesture so big and still not enough for him.

“Talk to me, Rooster.”

“That’s a sentence we repeat a lot around here, you know.” He snorts softly, not wanting to wake up the babies.

“I know. I keep hearing it everywhere I go.” You place your hand on his bicep, gently pressing it. “Let me get something straight, because I feel like everyone has a wrong impression of me.”

Rooster frowns, turning his head in your direction to give you his full attention and to notice how beautiful you look in this light after giving birth to his babies. God, he wishes he could lean closer and kiss you until he runs out of breath. “Okay, shoot.”

“Everyone thinks that I’m weak. That I need to be protected. Rooster, I’m not weak. I’m a naval aviator, and I’ve done the craziest shit while flying with Red. But Gina is a psychopath, she’s worse than Steve.”

“I don’t think you’re weak, Hen.” He pats your hair, placing his arm on your shoulders. “It takes a lot of strength to choose to keep those babies, even when you thought that you were alone.”

“But you’re always trying to protect me.” You insist, trying to make your point.

“We protect the people we love, birdy. My mother taught me that.” He explains, looking over the crib, smiling when he notices Carole stir in her sleep, as if she had understood that they were talking about her namesake.

You decide to ignore his indirect confession, it’s better for now. Things are already complicated as they are. “What I meant to say is... that I’m not weak. Whatever you want to say, I can take it. You can trust in me, Bradley.”

He takes a deep breath, the air leaving his body in a shaky, nervous way. Is he ready to say this?

“You had babies with a broken man, Hen.” Bradley closes his eyes, ready for the hundred questions that will surely follow in the next ten seconds. But they don’t come. You don’t say a thing.

“I had babies with a scarred man, Bradley. That doesn’t mean that you’re broken.” You place your hand on his cheek, moving his face so he’s looking at you. “Look at me, please.”

He opens his eyes slowly, hearing his own heartbeat beating on his ears, and his breathing speeding up. “You don’t know the things they did to me.”

“And I don’t need to know. If telling me will make you feel better, I’m all ears. But if you can’t, it’s okay. You’re a good man. You’ve taken care of me every day for the last months, and holy shit, Bradley that says a lot about you. I don’t regret hooking up with you and getting pregnant.” You kiss his cheek, holding your breath when the first tear falls.

"I'm sure you're aware that I was taken as a prisoner by the enemy in Afghanistan." You nod, and he follows his story. “I won’t get into many details, because I don’t want you to have those images in your mind, but… I need to get this off my chest, I haven’t even told my dad.”

“Go ahead. I’ll listen.”

He takes a deep breath, the nth that night, and starts telling you about his two weeks as a prisoner. How he was beaten up, how they didn’t feed him for days, and gave him water just so they could keep him alive and keep torturing him.

Every night, he was taken to another building, so it was impossible for him to plan how to leave. They moved him through subterranean tunnels; he couldn’t see them because he was blindfolded, but they smelled like death. He wondered how many of his fellow soldiers were rotting in those damp tunnels.

When he closed his eyes to sleep, he was jolted awake by a fist colliding with his broken ribs. Sleep deprivation was the worst thing, because he started hallucinating. He swore he heard his mom calling his name, wanting him to fight and keep fighting to stay awake. To survive.

He didn’t know if it was a nightmare, a hallucination, or the ghost of his mother, but he followed her orders. Because there was no way in hell he was going to die in that hole in the middle of nowhere.

On the last day, when he was ready to give up, and his torturers had broken all the fingers in his left hand, he was rescued. Finally.

“I spent a few weeks in a hospital in Kuwait. I was too weak to travel in a carrier.”

“And you got back into a plane as soon as you were clear to fly again.” You say, honestly impressed by the courage he has.

“It was the only place where I felt safe. Up in the air, alone in my aircraft… Nobody could touch me.” He admits, and looks at you. “I still dream about those days. And sometimes, when I close my eyes, I fear that when I open them, I’m back in those tunnels.”

“Oh, Bradley…” You hug him as tightly as you can, taking care not to injure yourself because the c-section is still fresh. “You’re not broken. You’re the bravest man I know, and our babies couldn’t have a better dad than you. They’ll be so proud of you once they get older.”

“If I’m not broken, why does nobody love me?”

“Rooster, everybody loves you.” You remind him, as he is part of the biggest and craziest family ever.

“People run away when they see the scars, the new ones. You were the only one that didn’t.” He says, looking away.

“Then people are dumb. What a pussy you have to be to get scared by some scarred skin.” You scoff, being mad that somebody could reject someone as precious and wonderful as Bradley Bradshaw.

It hits you then—just like you thought you were a burden to everyone, he thinks he’s broken. This isn’t something that either of you can help fix because that feeling will linger in your soul and follow you for the rest of your lives.

You can’t fix each other. But you can surely hold each other so tight, that the broken pieces of your soul are still together.

Maybe it’s time to stop fighting against your feelings.

“Bradley… Once my c-section is healed, want to go out on a date?”

He blinks a few times, looking at every corner in the room. “Is this a prank?”

You slap him in the arm, and he smiles with absolute joy. “I’m serious.”

“So… are you giving us a chance?” He asks, more enthusiastically than ever.

You nod, kissing the corner of his mouth. “In six weeks, McNuggie.”

He sighs, kissing your forehead and smiling like an idiot. “I’ve waited for months. Six weeks? That’s nothing.”

But he knows that those are going to be the longest six weeks of his life.

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