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bangtaninborderland · 10 months

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JJK- Late Night Calls.

you get a call from Jungkook at 7am, struck with worry you pick up only to find your adorably tired boyfriend.

Genre: smut, fluff, Jungkook x reader.

Warning: NONE!

A/N: came up with this in 10 minuets thought it was cute enjoy :)

The familiar tune of your phone ringing broke you from your sleep, your vision was blurry but you could still clearly read the caller ID

Incoming Factime Video call: JK ♥️

It must have been 7am in Korea, Jungkook was never awake this early. You quickly answered, a million scenarios running through your mind as to explain why he was calling at such a time and none of them were good.

“Hello?”

He must have seen the panic in your face as he croaked out. “Baby what’s wrong?”

“I thought something happened you’re never awake this early?” You felt a small weight lift off your shoulders as he chuckled.

“I’m fine baby just couldn’t sleep, missed you.” You loved how he sounded when he was sleepy.

You laughed at the way he was laying across his bed, small rolled up pillow underneath him. “You have got to get different pillows.”

“No no I like my pillow.” He laughs, showing you how comfortable it is. “How’s London jagiya?”

You suddenly regretted being in a different country for work, the idea of morning sex seemingly more attractive than anything else. “It’s fine here, I can’t wait to be back home though. The food isn’t as good.”

“The food is the only thing?” He pouted, pulling the blanket further over his face. “What about me and bammie?”

You turned to the side, resting your leg atop the blanket. “Of course I miss you and bam too kook.”

“The bed is cold without you, empty. I think you should quit work and just be a stay at home wife.” He laughed again, although you could tell there was a sliver of hope to his absurd suggestion.

“Never gonna happen, you may be rich but I’m only half way there.” You both laughed, money was never something either of you took seriously you had always shared everything for as long as you could remember. You’d buy him dinner and he would buy dessert. He would buy you designer but he would also be more than happy if you brought him a pack of ramen. “Besides we aren’t even married.”

“Don’t remind me.” He shakes his head, before shifting to rest it upon his arms. “How many days until your back?”

“We should have the contracts finished up in a day or two and then we will have a celebratory dinner and I’ll be on the first flight back.” You explained as you watched him, his tattoos standing out against the white fabric of his sheets, his hair messy. You let your eyes wander, your imagination running wild thinking about how he would look completely naked. “are you wearing pants?”

“Come back and find out jagiya, I’m sure you’re already picturing the ways I’d fuck you.”

The sudden vulgarity of his words left you in a state of shock. “I- when I get home we are definitely doing whatever I’m thinking right now.”

“And what is that doll?” He laughed, fingers drawing circles on the sheet. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”

“Just thinking about how good your hand would look wrapped around my neck.” You pushed yourself further into the pillow, slightly shy.

“Too bad you’re too far away baby. We should sleep.” He closed his eyes, teasing you.

You groaned, fighting the urge to grind against the sheets. “Kook.”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, lazily.

“You turned me on.” You giggled, closing your eyes.

“I’m hard too beautiful, I’ll go to sleep thinking about good good your mouth will feel around my cock.

“Why couldn’t you call me at 8pm and get all dirty with me? Why does it have to be when I’m too tired to do anything?” You whined, wanting to cry from how much you missed his touch.

“It’s okay princess when you’re home I’ll take care of you. we should still sleep you have a meeting tomorrow morning don’t you?” You opened one eye, just enough to see him staring at you smiling.

“At six am, it’s 11pm right now. I have to wake up at 4am so I can finish the presentation.” You explained, your words slurring as you started to drift off. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“I have a few appointments nothing important, call me anytime tomorrow I’ll be there but for now get some sleep baby, I won’t hang up.”

“Promise?” You whispered, the folds of sleep covering you in a sheet of darkness.

“Always jagiya.”

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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Either with Cg! Hellfire or Steve or anyone in the ST universe with reader bumping their head and it causes them to feel little cause it hurts and they regress right there....I just hurted my head at work and it is really hard for me rn

Hellfire Babysitters Club (Part Four)

Little Bump

Eddie x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns) / Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns)

Warnings - reader cries, reader has a bump on their head, use of “ice pack”, descriptions of bump on head, alludes to a concussion

Note - ahhhhhhh I missed writing these and it’s been less than a week, anyways

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this fic and with this blog SFW.

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The Hellfire meeting had started three hours ago, this time it was on a Friday, the special meeting put in place so the group could finish out the campaign as late as possible. The group was growing restless, a few of the boys were hungry, Y/n was busting with energy, surprisingly still big, determined to finish out the game, and Eddie in need of a smoke break.

“Okay, 30 minuet break.” Eddie huffed, standing up and stretching, the rest of the group following suit.

“You think the cafeteria has any good snacks?” Dustin asked, turning his head towards Lucas and Y/n.

“I say we go check.” Y/n beamed, immediately b-lining for the door, ready for a snack of any sort.

Y/n, Dustin and Lucas walked down the hallway, their destination just a few doors down, and left unlocked. The lunch ladies seemed to have a sweet spot for the group, maybe it was Eddie’s charm, or the fact that the group would often help clean up if need be. Whatever the reason, they didn’t care, free snacks for some chores sounded great to the hungry group.

“I hope there’s left over granola from this morning.” Y/n smiled, skipping down the hallway.

“Just the granola or yogurt too?” Lucas asked, causing Y/n to abruptly turn around, the force of their stop knocking them over onto their pack. A loud ‘Thud’ could be heard when their head hit the floor. “Y/n!?” Lucas worried, hopping the situation wasn’t as bad as he assumed it was.

“It hurts.” Y/n said, trying to hold back tears and trying to stay as big as possible.

“Well yah dummy you fell.” Dustin laughed, walking over to help them up.

“‘m not a dummy!” They cried, the tears finally making their way down Y/n’s cheeks.

“Way to go idiot!” Lucas called, a few steps behind the two.

“He’s not an idiot!” Y/n cried again, distraught, holding the back of their head as it throbbed.

Gareth ran up behind the group, Mike not too far behind him. “What’s going on?” He said worriedly. “We heard crying.” He and Mike were both out of breath from running to help right away.

“They hit their head.” Dustin explained, now sitting next to Y/n, his hand on their back. “Like a pretty big thud.” He whispered hoping Y/n wouldn’t hear the last part.

“It hurts.” Y/n mumbled, now fully regressed, trying their best to cope with the pain they were currently experiencing.

Gareth took a deep breath, Eddie was outside, most likely in the woods, having a moment to himself. So that meant that they needed to solve this issue, the group now officially babysitters, like they promised to be. “Okay.” Gareth began, ready to take over the situation as the leader. “Someone grab a bag of frozen, fruit? Something we can use as an ice pack, and then someone else grab Y/n a snack.”

“Why a snack?” Mike asked, ready to do anything for Y/n but wondering what Gareth’s intentions were at the moment with his plan.

“Eating always makes me feel better.” He stressed, grabbing Y/n’s hands as he helped them up. Leading them back to the drama room, his hand on their back as he waved the others to begin their mission.

“‘m sorry.” Y/n mumbled, a few tears still making their way down their cheeks. “I ruined the game.” They sobbed, once again beginning a wave of new tears.

The two approached the empty drama room, the other two members most likely wandering around the school somewhere. “You did’t ruin anything little terror.” He cooed, sitting Y/n down in Eddie’s chair, the only one with armrests that would allow a bit more support. “We can still play, you just scared us.” He reasoned, thinking Y/n was most likely picking up on the stress of the group, which was coming from an injured member, not because they couldn’t play.

“You not mad?” They asked, the tears calming down, but still marking their face. Gareth shook his head, sitting next to Y/n as they awaited the others.

“Okay!” Dustin called as the three boys entered the room, a bag of frozen cherries in his hands, and yogurt with berried and granola in Lucas’s. Mike stood behind the two, a few juice boxes in his hands, enough for the whole group. Dustin walked up to Y/n, maneuvering their head so it leaned against the back of the chair, placing the bag of cherries ontop of their head. “That should help make the bump feel better.” Dustin smiled, Y/n looking a little silly with a bag ontop of their head, a large smile adorning their face.

“And this is for you.” Lucas said, walking towards Y/n and handing them the small bowl of yogurt, granola and berries, a fancy snack for a sad little terror.

The boys all sat down around the table, drinking their juice boxes and chatting amongst each other, the two other members arriving and doing the same.

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Once Eddie made his way back to the room he could hear laughter, the drama room’s lights on and not dimmed, the groups laughter loud and joyous. As he stepped in he saw Y/n with a bag of frozen cherries strapped to their head with a random shoelace, standing in front of his chair, like he would, babbling about dragons and making gasping noises.

“Ahh, so the little terror becomes the master of the game.” He sighed, walking towards his chair, placing his hands on both sides of Y/n’s face, their cheeks squishing together as he checked them over. “What happened?” He asked, wondering why such an elaborate ice pack was being used.

“Hit my head.” They mumbled, pointing towards the frozen fruit perched atop their head. “Dey all made me a cold hat.” They smiled, pointing towards the boys in the room. “I lob them.” Y/n laughed, hugging Eddie and yawning.

“You tired?” He asked, hoping the answer was no, knowing he needed to keep them awake if the bump was bad. Y/n nodded, snuggling closer into his chest. Eddie sat in his chair, his back touching the back of the chair and legs spread as wide as possible, seating Y/n on the empty chair space, wrapping an arm around them to keep them in place, and putting his own head on their shoulder, letting him see his game notes, and keep an eye on the little terror. “You guys ready?” He asked, the room nodding, handing Eddie a juice box of his own.

The group could get used to this, some teamwork, laughs, fun, and wholesome Eddie.

#buckys little belle #anon #age regression fic #little!reader #age regression #eddie munson little fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson age regression #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x little!reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x little reader #hellfire club #hellfire club x reader #hellfire club x little!reader #hellfire club x little reader

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natashaslesbian · 8 months

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Daddy

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Summary: y/n has questions about the identity of her father. Natasha has to face the conversation she has dreaded since the day you were born

Word Count: 1100

Pairings (Mama Natasha x Kid!Reader)

Angst/fluff I guess

Warnings: Red Room mentions

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It was a slow morning at the tower, rain pattered against the window as the team gathered in the common room for snacks and a movie. Your little brain could hardly focus on the film, specially picked out for you. You fiddled with the curly strands of your mamas red hair as she turns her full attention to her little girl “are you ok tiny dancer?” You forced a smile and nodded. Natasha was worried about how quiet you had been today, she reached out for your forehead and checked for a fever, nothing “why don’t we go and find widow bear?” Your mommy suggested “okay” you said as you wrapped yourself around her muscular frame.

Natasha sat you down on your pink duvet and passed you the fluffy brown teddy bear “now then angel” your mama said “are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” You pondered for a moment before mumbling out some incoherent words “what was that baby? Can you speak up?” Natasha said she pushed the hair from your face “daddy” you whispered. Your mommy’s heart dropped, she had dreaded the day you would start to question the identity of your father. “What” she spat out “well” you began “Morgan has uncle Tony and Nate has uncle Clint, they both have mommies and daddies, and in stories the princesses have a daddy sometimes” you lowered your focus to widow bear and traced the outline of the hourglass on the mini black widow suit.

Natasha had imagined this conversation a thousand times in her head. She’d practiced her lines in the mirror, but nothing could prepare her for the look in your searching y/e/c eyes. She wandered your bedroom for a few minuets until she came to her knees in front of you. “Y/n baby” your mama said she cupped your cheeks “my darling you’re still so little, so young, there are some things you just won’t understand yet” she didn’t want to lie or patronise you, but she also couldn’t bare the thought of you knowing the truth “I can be grown up mommy” you said, a small tear escaping Natasha’s eyes. “I know you can sweetheart and I know you have questions…about your dad. You see the thing is y/n/n, your dad, your daddy, he um.. well he died.. he passed away when you were a baby”

You hadn’t quite wrapped your head around the idea of death yet, but you understood enough that ‘passed away’ meant he was gone and would never be coming back. “Was he sick?” You asked your mommy “he was” Natasha said “he was very sick, but a different kind of sick to when you get a cold, or when you had the flu. Your dad was a bad man y/n” “why?” You questioned “he hurt people” “did he hurt you mama?” Natasha was frozen still, she wasn’t willing to let you carry the same hurt as her “he did” she said “what did he do?” You innocently asked “it’s nothing you need to worry about, I’m ok now and I have you, and he’s gone. He’s not gonna hurt you, no one ever will as long as I’m here” Natasha lent forwards and gave your forehead a small peck.

“Will I ever have a daddy?” You asked “do you want one?” Natasha said “not if they a bad man an if they hurts us” your mommy took your little hands in hers “no one will hurt you or me, I promise, the bad man’s gone” she said “but are there still bad man, other bad people?” “There are” Natasha said “but mommy will protect you from them. Always” you still had so many questions, and your little brain was so loud “what was his name?” You asked, your mama took a deep breath “Dreykov” you knew that name, you’d heard it before.

You thought and scrambled through your mind until you put the pieces together “he’s the man from your bad dreams” Natasha was stuck, she was confused, she was scared “wha-what do you mean baby?” She said quietly “when you have bad dreams and you cry and scream, you say his name, Dreykov. Then when you wake up you say ‘fuck off Dreykov’ “ Natasha was too consumed in her thoughts to notice that you just said your first curse, at 6 years old. She was embarrassed she had let you see her like that, she was supposed to be strong for you “don’t cry mommy” you said as you wiped away the tear that had crept down her cheek “I’m sorry” she said “why?” You frowned “I- I should’ve… I shouldn’t have, you shouldn’t have had to see that y/n/n, I’m supposed to be brave for you, there-there’s nothing to be scared of” Natasha said as she held your face in her hands “but, it’s ok to be scared mommy, remember, you told me it’s okay to be scared and that sometimes you don’t have to be brave, you can be sad”

Your mommy broke right in front of your eyes, she couldn’t keep it in anymore. Here the two of you were, the roles completely reversed. She had never been so vulnerable her whole life. You climbed down off the bed and into your mamas embrace, she held you tightly. “I’m so sorry y/n, it’s gonna be ok, we’re gonna be ok I promise” she sobbed “I love you mommy” “I love you too tiny dancer, so much” when you pulled away, you reached for widow bear and passed him to Natasha “widow bear always makes me feel better” you said “thank you baby” she giggled as she cuddled the bear.

“You should definitely tell Dreykov to fuck off if he makes you feel bad mommy” Natasha gasped “Y/N!” She exclaimed, you just laughed, so did your mama eventually “yeah, fuck off Dreykov” she said as she lifted you both up from the floor. She would have some words with you tomorrow about your language, but for now, Natasha just wanted to have you in her arms, to hold you safe and sound. Maybe one day she would tell you more but she felt the biggest weight lift from her chest after your conversation. You were right, she didn’t have to always be strong, no one does.

The two of you curled up in Natasha’s bed that night with warm blankets and fluffy socks. You watched movies until you fell asleep, your mommy’s arms wrapped snug around your waist. Soft snores echoed into the bedroom as you both dreamt sweetly of each other.

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-Astara🩷

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x little!reader #tiny dancer #series

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eluari · 5 months

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MELODIE DER ASCHE - (AKA: BORN TO THE SEA)

There were times when I thought that I'd ever make this post. Times when I doubted that a story with an m/m romance would ever get picked up by a major publisher. But here we are ... 🥹

Melodie der Asche is the german title of my WIP Born to the Sea, and what you see up there, is the official cover. The real cover of the story, that started in 2019 here on Writeblr. I even got to illustrate the hands ... T_T Anyway, I'm forever grateful for all the support I've found. I miss you & love you, guys! I hope you're all doing well. 💕

You can preorder Melodie der Asche *here* & I have included the german preview text in case you happen to speak german.

Das Vergessen war seine Gnade. Die Wahrheit ist sein Untergang. Ein Magier ohne Zukunft versucht, sein Schicksal abzuwenden. Ein Fischer ohne Vergangenheit verliebt sich in einen Feldherrn, der eine Lüge lebt. In einem kriegszerrissenen Land stürzen sie sich in den Kampf um Freiheit und decken eine Wahrheit auf, die so schwer wiegt, dass sie besser nie ans Licht gekommen wäre. -

Drei untrennbar verbundene Schicksale entscheiden über die Zukunft eines kriegszerrissenen Reiches. Inmitten des Konfliktes zwischen der Rebellion und dem grausamen Regime des Sha ist Caliyan der stärkste Magier seiner Zeit, doch man hat ihm alles genommen. Im Versuch seiner dunklen Bestimmung zu entfliehen, verliert er sich in Rache. Vaelen ist ein einfacher Fischer, der seine Vergangenheit nicht kennt. Das Einzige, das ihn ständig begleitet, ist eine unbestimmte Sehnsucht, getrieben von einer geheimnisvollen Melodie in seinem Inneren, die noch lauter erklingt, als er Laudan kennenlernt. Aber Laudan ist nicht nur ein Spion der Rebellen, sondern auch der Feldherr des Sha – und damit nicht der, für den Vaelen ihn hält. Laudan ist sofort fasziniert von dem jungen Fischer, seinem starken Willen, der Freiheit und der Anmut, die er ausstrahlt. Doch welche Chance hat eine so zarte Liebe, wenn um sie herum ein Kampf tobt? Wenn Laudan ihm nicht sagen kann, dass er nicht der ist, für den Vaelen ihn hält? Und Vaelen die Macht besitzt, den Frieden zu bringen oder alles zu zerstören, woran Laudan glaubt?

Du bist noch nicht fertig, flüsterte ihm die Dunkelheit zu. -

Rache, Magie, Macht: Ein queerer Fantasy-Roman über die Gnade und den Fluch des Vergessens und den Kampf um Freiheit. In ihrem Debüt über das tragische Schicksal von Vaelen und Laudan erschafft Elya Adair eine magische Welt voller Verzweiflung und Liebe, Zärtlichkeit und Gewalt: Eine tiefgründige Liebesgeschichte, bei der man liebt, hasst und leidet!

»Ein Buch wie eine Symphonie - zärtlich, traurig und getragen von einer bombastischen Melodie, deren Töne noch lange nachklingen.« – Mira Valentin

»Emotional, tragisch und wortgewaltig - mit Melodie der Asche hat Elya Adair ein beeindruckendes Debüt geschrieben, dessen intelligent verwobene Handlungsstränge, tiefgründige Figuren und einzigartige Fantasywelt Lesende von Beginn an in ihren magischen Bann ziehen. Eine unvergessliche Liebesgeschichte, die immer wieder den Atem raubt. Ganz klare Leseempfehlung!« – Lina Frisch

»Melodie der Asche erschafft Bilder voller Magie und Liebe. Auch nach dem Zuklappen des Buches hallt die Welt von Elya Adair noch lange nach.« - Andreas Suchanek und Christian Handel my old BttS Taglist! Lots of Love to you all. I hope you're doing well. @ardawyn @cirianne @elfrooted @somedeadmagic @relevy @alternativeforensicscientist @doro-writes @pen-in-hand @wanderers-minuet @skyfireflight @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth @monaramis @rookie009 @re-writing-h @lady-redshield-writes @zachatari @owl-writes @noxstories @quilloftheclouds @illyriandreamer @writemares @lordkingsmith @kosmosian-quills @reeseweston @ladywithalamp @the-violent-writer @phoenyxrisenfromashes @fantasy-shadows @v-writes-stories @ntbogoni @notiziarios @cawolters @adie-dee @wildswrites @siarven @semblanche @unfortunatelyunfocused @furysreign @a-tear-in-the-veil @acaranna @themidnxghtwriter @songsofaleria @wqtermelon-gloss @august-the-third @waterfallwritings @drunkinbook @doriians @homesteadchronicles @inky-duchess @silas-the-reading-addict @vesrayn @vorskra @miladaydreams @halfbloodlycan @smilelovefat-e @slothssassin @writer-somewhat @twoseeds

#writeblr #amwriting #german writeblr #writing update #mmromance #btts writing update #german writing #book release

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battleonthebigbridge · 6 months

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Chaotic Cyclone + The Wanderer's Minuet Holmgang + Repelling Shot

#ffxiv #ff14 #oc: ace #deryk #acederyk #wolnpc #wolship #gposers #ffxiv gpose #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14

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deilmo · 1 year

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A Minuet, though Hob seems to have wandered a little far from his current dancing partner in favor of Dream...

I started reading Come live with me and be my Love by @avelera , I'm only a few chapters in yet but i'm enjoying it so far sooo- Since I already started a rampage of fem presenting Dream before even reading it, I had to draw my interpretation so far of Dreamin the fic-

I haven't reached a part where a date is explicitly stated (if there's one such moment) so I tried to land the fashion somewhere between early and middle regency? I hope I landed not too far and it's not too inaccurate. Regency isn't the period i'm the most knowledgeable in, fashion wise, so apologies for any mistakes.

Also, here's a closeup of their faces

#dream (the sandman)#dream of the endless #the sandman #the sandman (netflix)#morpheus #the sandman netflix #dream x hob #dreamling #hob gadling #centennial husbands #my art

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oddeyecadia · 8 months

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another set of pricefield headcanons "i love you i want us both to eat well" edition aka how they eat/cook together !!

- whenever max and chloe would eat or share food together i just know chloe's acts of service ass ALWAYS cuts and put food on max's plate first before she does literally anything else like this is just second nature to her. she always gives max the bigger half of the food too even tho max gets full easily, chloe would just eat it if ever max has any left overs anyway.

- max always make sure she orders a different drink from what chloe orders whenever they're at a cafe or something just so they could exchange orders if ever chloe doesn't end up liking hers. doesn't matter if max likes her original order better, she'll give chloe the better drink/food every single time. (i've written a scene inspired by some of these on ch. 2 of my pricefield tatbilb au fic here so go check it out if y'all want !! <33)

- max doesn't like eating the little white strings on cuties/oranges for texture reasons so chloe always removes them for her whenever they share one

- the olive theory!!! chloe loves olives while max hates them so whenever they go for pizza max would just automatically remove the olives on her slice and put it on chloe's without a word and chloe would just let her

- max feeding fries in chloe's mouth whenever she's driving!!!! she'd sometimes tease her and put way too much in her mouth so chloe could shut up

- i feel like max isn't necessarily a picky eater but there are a lot food textures she doesn't enjoy and u bet chloe memorized each and every one of that shit

- (slight nsfw) "i love you i want us both to eat well" chloe would say this whenever she wants to 69 and max absolutely hate and adore it at the same time

- idc what anyone says chloe is the "who tf is burning my kitchen?" wife and max is the "making breakfast for the love of my life 😍😍😍" wife

- they're both messy cooks max knows how to follow some recipes but sometimes she couldn't help but add some unheard of spice in there out of curiosity and completely ruin the dish, chloe "measurements are for cowards" price just eyeballs every ingredient and would somehow manage to create a dish u could find at five star hotels

- their usual setup while cooking together is basically just chloe doing all the work while max just stands there being her favorite emotional support sous chef giving her kisses every 2 minutes. sometimes chloe would make max do some silly little tasks "treat it like a side quest" she said and max suddenly is all for it (she's mixing something that's already been mixed) but then would get distracted and 5 minuets later she's opening all the drawers to stare at different utensils like the natural wanderer she is

#u bet chloe's a fuckin good cook with a mom like joyce #also baking reminds chloe a lil bit of chemistry so #max loves being an npc in the kitchen #fanfic promo again bc damn read my fics bro #pricefield #max caulfield #chloe price #life is strange #headcanons #headcanon #hcs

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kepesktribe · 1 year

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Wanderer's Minuet bar and entertainment.

(Not an actual venue, but visitors are welcome.)

Lavender Beds W20 P45 Coeurl

#This is the bar Florentel and Sorrel created together #actually located in the shroud and not LB directly #their home away from home #if you count Florentel's family home in ishgard #lol ren was learning how to mch when sorrel was building this #all sorrel knew though was ren was visiting family #this was stormblood and post stormblood #sorrel didnt know ren learned mch until shb #sorrel built this place as his place to belong #and nothing is conplete without ren #and ren is happy to be co owner #he sometimes sells his family's candles there too #florentel valeriant #sorrel valeriant #florrel: florentel and sorrel #Wanderer's Minuet Bar #ffxiv #ffxiv housing #omg so many tags

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gojo-enthusiast · 15 days

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Chapter Four: 8 Months

mlist<3

My Serial Killer — Suguru Geto Series

"Fuck-" Geto grunted, fisting his cock while showering. You had been outside, working on your garden, your tomatos were finally ready to be plucked. You walked inside, leaving the fresh tomatos in the kitchen sink, to clean and prepare to make homemade spaghetti. "I need to take a shower." You groan, feeling yourself sticky and sweaty. As you walked to the shared bedroom and bathroom. You walked up to the door, hearing Suguru grunting. "Sugu-" You said lightly, shutting up when you hear him mutter. "Fuck y/n. Yes, just like that." Your cheeks blushed, and you had no idea what to even do when you saw him. You rushed and grabbed your clothes from the dresser, and walked out the bedroom and went to one of the many bathrooms, to shower. As you stood in the shower, watching the dirt go down your drain, your cheeks burned. You were truly flustered, your innocent mind wandered as you stood there thinking of the calloussed man, flustered by the thought of YOU. You are a 21 year old virgin, you didn't know the first thing about sex, or even masterbating, your focus was always on school and work, boys especially MEN were never something you thought about. You felt your heat throb as you dipped your finger into your folds, feeling the wetness coat your index finger. You gasped, not ever feeling something like this before, you are far to innocent. You washed yourself, trying to distract yourself from the heat building in your stomach and womahood from the thought of what he possibly was doing in that bathroom. "How do men feel pleasure?" You questioned yourself.

Later that night, Geto didn't join for dinner, he had a meeting to go to where he had to leave his estate. So as he left, you found yourself in the shared bedroom, looking up erotic movies on the TV. Finding one, and playing it. You watched, and when it got to the sex scenes. You watched so scrumpsiouly, wanting to see how it was to be pleased by a man. As you watched, you could tell the acting was so forced, but you found yourself entranced as you saw the way the man stroked his cock, and the way he ran his hands against the woman's clit. "Oh." You moaned to yourself. You instantly turned it off, your cheeks burning in embarrassment that you were watching such a vulgar movie. You turned off the lights, "I need to sleep this off, I shouldn't be watching such obscene movies." You thought to yourself, turning to your side, to drift to sleep, but after 30 minuets of being frustrated and curious, you slid your hand down your body, pulling your night gown up, dipping your fingers passed your panties, and slowly stroked your womahood, but not feeling anything. "Where is it?" You groaned, trying to find that spot that the man in the movie had the woman arching her back for.

"Ugh, if he didn't do such a lewd thing I wouldn't be thinking of this!" You moaned, now your fingers were dripping in your essence, you felt the wetness all around your folds, you only wished to know exactly what to do, to feel the pleasure Suguru was feelings hours prior. "You having fun there?" Suguru chuckled. Your head perked up, and you instantly pulled your hand out. "No, no, don't stop. I never knew you were such a horny bunny." He laughed. "I am not!" You shouted, you were glad the lights were off, and the only light was the moon, your face was on fire from embarrasment. "Well walking into a room and seeing you a pretty girl fondeling herself while the man is out working, that contridicts what you're saying." He says as he walks up to you, standing on the side of the bed. "Stop looming over me like a child!" You hiss, getting off the bed to walk out the room, at this point you were beyong flustered, and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. You walked out the bedroom door, walking to the living room to be alone in peace, you did not want to hear the taunting of the man who you found yourself infatuated by. How could you? He was a murderer, but he was also kind, and affectionate, and said pretty words, but he also spoke vulgar and rough. You couldn't decide whether he was terrible or the best thing that has ever happened in your life, but maybe it was the latter.

"Hey." Suguru delicately says, you looked up at the man who was walking towards you, you watched as he dropped to his knees in front of you, something that was not normal for the violent man. His figure always stood over you, making you feel as if he was dominating you, it was intimdating, causing you to keep him at arms length. “What Suguru?” You said looking away, your cheeks reddening. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He said sweetly. “Well you did.” You said, as you played with your hands. “I’ve never done those things, I was just curious.” You shyly said, putting your head into your hands. “You’ve never have had sex?” He questioned, lifting up a brow. You shook your head. “Touched yourself?” He questioned once more, another shake of your head. “Huh… interesting. So what you’re saying is I’ve had this innocent little lamb lying beside me for almost a year, and not once has this little lamb been touched? Heh.” He laughed, you felt his hands slide up the sides of your legs, and cupping the sides of your ass. “Shall I show you how it’s done then?” He whispered. “What!” You yelped, feeling him tugging at your nightgown. “I won’t put it in, just let me help you feel good.” You groaned as his head got closer to your clothed heat. “S-Suguru! No! That’s not appropriate!” You squealed. “What’s not appropriate is the sweet smell coming from your cunt, it’s practically begging me to taste you.” He said seductively. You felt your body stiffen, was he really going to do it? You wanted him to, yet saying it would be embarrassing. “If you don’t want me to please you, then push me away.” He said looking up at you. You stared into his eyes for a minute, contemplating if you wanted to remained closed off, or finally open yourself up to the man who was helplessly infatuated by you. You placed your hands on his forearm, this was the first time you had shown any act of affection besides your words, that you occasionally would speak.

"Mmm." He groaned, pushing up your gown, you felt your bottom touch the cold leather, goosebumps pricking your skin. Geto was impatient, peeling off your panties. You instantly shut your legs shut.

“No need to be modest.” He chuckled, pushing your legs apart. Your cheeks burned in nervousness and lewdness. You couldn’t believe you were letting a man stare at something so private, you felt as if you were committing a grave sin.

“Ahh, wet.” He cooed, opening the folds to stare at your leaking heat. “Suguru, stop.” You moaned, you were so embarrassed, and his words were only heightening that. “No dirty talk? What would you much rather? Praise? Degradation?” He smirked, he knew what you would want, even if you didn’t. You were a sweet girl, you wanted to be praised. “Smile at me once again, like how you used to smile at me every morning.” He said cheekily. “Stop teasing me.” You whispered. “Oh but it’s fun, watching your cheeks down to your chest turn red.” He kisses your inner thigh, feeling you flinch. He ran his fingers through your folds, instantly finding your clit between your folds. You instantly arched your back from the couch, you were sitting upright. “Ah—“ you moaned. He rubbed it slowly, feeling you lubricate his index finger. “Pretty girl.” He groaned, feeling his cock now begin to harden. In a quick moment, he had his mouth attached to your sopping heat, licking you from your hole to your clit. You concealed your moans, feeling like noise would be bothersome. You felt a nip at your thigh. “Taste so so good, I want to hear you.” He groaned, latching his mouth back on. “I-it feels good-so good.” You moaned. You couldn’t believe you were letting this man do this to you. He sucked and licked until your back was arching and your hands were laced in his hair, pulling and a moaning mess. “Stop stop stop, something feels weird!” You moaned out. You didn’t know what an orgasm felt like, all you knew was this tingly feeling in your stomach and cunt was amazing, and you didn’t know whether to let it go, or stop. He quickened his tongue and fingers. He had two fingers inside you for half an hour, curling them to where your g-spot was located. He found it all so easily, he made you cry out in pleasure, as he praised you for being such a good girl for him, and that you tasted far better than any meal he’s ever eaten. You felt your body come undone, and you moaned out in an almost whimper, cumming all over his tongue and fingers. “Ahh yes, good good girl.” He moaned, thrusting his hips against the coach, wanting some sort of friction. “Fuck yes yes yes” he groaned, sucking you into overstimulation. You were moaning loudly, pulling his hair, as his other hand went up and was pinching your nipple. “Suguru!” You cry out, tears pulling as he quickened the pace of his fingers, and adding an extra one. You felt your body convulse as you reached a second orgasm, and came again. He was not letting up, he was as determined to ruin you, to make you crave him, want him, love him.

He rubbed your clit fast with one hand, and had his fingers from his other hand plunged into you. “No no no no.” You whimper out, tears pooling out. “Yes ah yes oh my god yes!” You moaned out after. You hadn’t realized what your body was doing until you squirted all over him, your essence dripping down your cunt and on the couch. “Oh fuck yes.” He groaned. “You’re fucking delicious doll’, fuck let me have more.” He groaned, pulling his cock out and stroking it. You felt fear as he pulled his cock out. “Please, fuck, let me feel you.” He groaned as he jerked his throbbing cock. “Just the tip, please God just the tip.” He begged, you felt your body loosen, wanting to feel him too. Pulling his hand, he lined his cock to your cunt, and pushing in lightly. It made you whimper and moan. Any deeper and you would be in pain, he knew that. “Fuck I love this, I love you.” Suguru groaned, pulling his tip in and out. You felt your heart tingle at the signs of affection.

This big scary man who can cut someone up to pieces, loved you, and took his sweet time to show you, only making you feel good things. “More.” You moaned, wanting to take more of him. You knew it would be painful in the beginning because of his size, but the man was growing on you, and you weren’t going anywhere. “You sure?” He looked down at you with clenched teeth. You nodded your head, he pushed in deeper, and you felt the burning stretch, he kept pushing as you winced in pain, “k-keep going.” You begin to cry. He pushed himself in with a light force, overwhelming your small hole with himself. You felt the snap inside, wincing out in pain. He stayed there until you grew accustomed to his size. It wasn’t until you nodded again, that he began to thrust gently. “Feels so good.” He grunted, throwing his head back. “So fucking tight, my dicks gon’ bruise.” He huffs out. You were staring up at him, you realized that neither one of you have ever even kissed one another. Here you were, having sex with a man, you had never held hands with, kissed, gone on sweet dates with. “Suguru— stop please stop.” You begin to push at his chest. He couldn’t hear you from how good he was feeling in that moment. Thrusting his hips, feeling your cunt wrap around him, you were shuttering from how amazing it felt, the way his cock pressed against your sweet spot over and over, and the way his long hair was sticking to the sides of his face. “Suguru, stop stop!” You shouted, pushing his head so he would listen. “Fuck, what?” He said with tired eyes, you could see in his eyes he was exhausted, and you could tell he was in true bliss now that he had you in his arms, almost like he won a war. “I don’t want to do this anymore, please stop.” You begin to cry. You weren’t crying because of what he was doing to you, you wanted more. But you didn’t know this man, you didn’t know the inner person, you only knew what he let you know. “Fuck, I’m so close, please just a little more.” He groaned, his cock twitching. “No, please stop.” You pushed at his chest. You saw the way his eyes darted to yours, and he pulled out immediately, jerking himself off to keep the pleasure going, to chase his release. You watched as he stroked his swollen cock quickly, and he rubbed your clit quickly to get you to your third release, after a few strokes, he was cumming, shooting on your stomach and the couch. “Fuck!” He groaned, throwing his head back. You naturally closed your legs, feeling a soreness, and feeling extremely vulnerable. “Why would I let this happen with a man I hardly know?” You thought to yourself. “What’s wrong?” He lifted your chin. “Why did we do that?” You questioned with tears pooling in your eyes.

“And why did you say you love me?” You added. “Because I do, your everything I want.” He said still catching his breath. “I don’t want to have sex with a man I hardly know. I’m sorry Suguru, but I don’t love you. I like you, but I don’t love you. We shouldn’t have done that. This is embarrassing.” You covered your head into your lap. You felt him pull you into his lap. “Hey, that’s alright. We don’t have to do the nasty.” He chuckled. “Let me make you fall in love with this big scary man, and then once you do, we will do all the humping we want.” He added with a chuckle. “Suguru! You always make things nasty.” You sighed, laying your head on his chest. He huffed as he ran his fingers through your hair. “Let me just hold you for a minute pretty.” He said delicately, Geto might have been scary to others, but you were beginning to see he wasn’t that scary, and he himself was someone you didn’t want to let go.

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elsweetheart · 1 year

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Just an idea as I am not a writer but…

Hearing on the news about a masked killer on the loose being warned to stay safe and keep your doors locked. Calling your dear friend Ellie asking her to come over because you’re just so scared all alone😣. With all the anxiety you feel you opt to sit on the couch with Ellie watching a movie to distract your wandering mind, when something in your peripheral catches your eye. Looking in through your window is the same masked figure described on the news. Terrified you cry out to Ellie but as you look back at the window the only thing you see is your own shocked expression reflecting back at you. Ellie does her best to sooth you promising it was all in your head, but you aren’t so convinced that what you saw was simply your imagination. It’s not but five minuets later that you hear a crash coming from the next room over, looking to Ellie the two of you go to investigate. You go to find that one of your windows has been shattered and as you turn your head that’s when you see them. The masked figure Ellie had convinced you was in your head was there towering over you. Cowering in fear you start to back away reaching for Ellie as your back hits her front. But even as you push her to move she won’t, unmoving like a brick wall behind you. You look back in confusion going to grab Ellie and encourage her to run with you only before you can her arms warp around your middle locking you in place. The look on your face has turned back to one of fear as you begin to struggle and question what is going on? It’s then that Ellie leans to whisper “don’t worry baby she’s a friend”

I GASPEDDDDD

n then they all fuck :))

#anon #ghostface!ellie #ghostface!abby

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autumnslance · 5 months

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Roevember 2023 Day 6: Wind

Fair Winds to Guide - The Wanderer's Minuet

#final fantasy xiv #roevemberxiv #bard #roegadyn #hellsguard #femroe #roegadame #Oschon #Outer La Noscea #Dark Autumn

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eluari · 1 year

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BORN TO THE SEA - A long overdue update

Hi there, apologies because you may not remember me, or how you´ve ended up on this taglist. But I still remember you. 2019 you were by my side when I wrote the very first draft of my fantasy novel "Born to the Sea". Until 2021, when I finished my final draft tumblr felt very much like home to me. I shared my thoughts on writing, met new friends, and I’m forever grateful for all the encouragement, interest and love towards what has become an experience of a lifetime ...

I'm truly sorry for not keeping you updated. It's been over a year since I found a literary agent. Back then I wrote “Born to the Sea might actually be published – but only time will tell.”

What happened in the summer of 2022 surpassed my wildest fantasies: One of the major German publishers picked up the manuscript and I met the editor of my dreams: A person who understands the story and its characters on its deepest level ... and here I am, knowing that Born to the Sea will get published; knowing that I'll see my own book hit the stores next year and I still shake my head in disbelief … because all of this started here. With a rough Idea.

And it started with everyone who supported me. It started with you. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Lots of love Elya💕

PS: Born to the Sea will be published under a different name, but I fear I can't reveal it just yet. PPS: If you have any questions, by all means, feel free to ask. If you want to keep following my journey to the release, I’m on Instagram these days, being a little more official. You’ll find me *here*. There is bonus art, too - I’m still painting. It would be lovely to see some familiar faces there.

Taglist: (love you, forever.)

@ardawyn @cirianne @elfrooted @somedeadmagic @relevy @alternativeforensicscientist @doro-writes @pen-in-hand @wanderers-minuet @skyfireflight @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth @monaramis @rookie009 @re-writing-h @lady-redshield-writes @zachatari @owl-writes @noxstories @quilloftheclouds @illyriandreamer @writemares @lordkingsmith @kosmosian-quills @reeseweston @ladywithalamp @the-violent-writer @phoenyxrisenfromashes @fantasy-shadows @v-writes-stories @ntbogoni @notiziarios @cawolters @adie-dee @wildswrites @siarven @semblanche @unfortunatelyunfocused @furysreign @a-tear-in-the-veil @acaranna @themidnxghtwriter @songsofaleria @wqtermelon-gloss @august-the-third @waterfallwritings @drunkinbook @doriians @homesteadchronicles @inky-duchess @silas-the-reading-addict @vesrayn @vorskra @miladaydreams @halfbloodlycan @smilelovefat-e @slothssassin @writer-somewhat @twoseeds

Also tagging @gingerly-writing because you might remember me. 💕

#writeblr #amwriting #btts writing update #btts #writing update

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bangtaninborderland · 2 years

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hii, may I ask for aftercare with chishiya and how he would take care of her. thankuu

Please enjoy ❤️

Chishiya X Reader || You Was Perfect.

You laid there, your hair entangled around your neck, your chest both rising and falling quickly as you catch your breath. Chishiya stands up to pull his sweatpants on before resuming his position beside you.

“Are you okay?” He mumbles turning to face you.

You contemplate his question, usually you would feel perfect in this moment but right now you felt overwhelmed, your mood was low and as much as you wanted to lie to him he was always way too good at figuring you out.

Ever since you and Chishiya had gotten together he has been very reserved, his feelings and his affection was a rarity but it made you cherish those moments even more, he wasn’t cold with you despite his lack of expression. He still took care of you in his own way, that’s why you wasn’t completely shocked when he became rough in bed.

It happened gradually, he started to explore more with you and eventually he felt comfortable enough to let you see the true side of him. The side who craves power and control, the side who craves your body being at his will.

You didn’t want to scare him away which is why you always hid the way you was submissive with him but as he did everything he noticed. He noticed the way you would always been eager to follow his instruction, the way you would always rush to please him. The way your body would react when he called you his slut or when he would wrap his hand around your throat, tightening his grip as he whispered all the dirty names he had for you.

The sound of Chishiya whispering your name against your neck pulled you out of your thoughts, bringing your attention back to him.

His dark eyes were fixed into yours, his gaze unbearable. “I asked you a question.”

You looked away, too shy to look at him whilst you gave him an honest answer. “I don’t know… I feel weird. You was amazing, what we did was amazing but I feel empty… overwhelmed.”

Your voice was nothing more than a whisper but he heard every words, his eyes going from concerned to soft.

“Oh sweetheart, was I too rough?” He brushed the strand of hair away from your face.

“No it’s just… I don’t know..” you sigh. You hated this feeling but luckily he knew that.

He pulled you into his chest, your head close enough to hear his calming heart beat as he drew small circles on your exposed back. He pulled the sheets over your body, covering your legs.

You let your hand fall to his chest, the comfort of being in his arms giving you much needed reassurance.

“You know this is why we have safe words so you can stop me if things get too much.” He plants a small kiss onto your head.

You nod in response, not feeling good enough to speak. You’re thankful when he noticed this. A blissful silence filled the room, he didn’t move from beside you despite the fact his arm much have been aching after laying in the same position for what seemed like hours.

“We should shower, it’s been 20 minuets.” He mumbled, sliding his arm from underneath you allowing him to position himself so he can face you.

You whined at the way the cold air attacked you as the sheets uncovered more of your still naked body.

“Don’t go.” You whisper, wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

He chuckled at the way you grew clingy. “Let me go heat the water up okay?”

You reluctantly agree, letting your hand fall back into the bed as you pull the covers over you giving you some much needed protection from the cold air. You let your mind wander again, the intrusive thoughts about the way Chishiya used your body becoming overwhelming once more.

You made a few mistakes today earning yourself a small punishment of a few spanks but it wasn’t painful, it just made you feel worse emotionally. You knew you had a safeword but using it felt like an undeserved escape from the punishment you earned.

You hid under the pillow as a few small tears began to stream down your face, you had failed Chishiya. He tried to hard but you continuously messed up.

“Hey what’s wrong?” A worried voice fights to pull the pillow away, your strength nothing compared to his.

You try to brush away the tears hoping to hide your feelings from him. You didn’t want to make him feel bad too. “Nothing.”

You cringe as he walks around the bed, his face appearing in front of you. His hand instantly raises to brush away your tears. “Please tell me whats wrong.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.” You whisper, ashamed of your confession.

He let out a sigh as he pulled you closer to him. “You could never disappoint me, I wish you made use of your safe words more.”

“I feel like using them means I failed you. Especially when I deserve a punishment.” You mumble against his bare chest.

His hand raises to your chin, making you face him directly. “You do not fail me, that word is yours to use and you could never disappoint me for using it when you need to. It doesn’t mean we won’t resume things later but it’s there to protect you. If you can’t use your safe words properly then we can’t do this, I won’t let you hurt yourself to please me.”

The seriousness within his voice makes you want to cry even more, he was right. “I’m sorry Chish, it’s just sometimes after we do it I don’t feel good, I think about the things we do and I feel disgusted with myself.”

He barely lets you finish your sentence before he plants a kiss on your lips. “Don’t ever feel that way, you have nothing to be disgusted with. You are the definition of perfect, I love everything about you. I do not care about sex, about when we stop, If you want to stop for any reason you tell me and we can get food and lay in bed. You are my priority and I care more about your health and well-being than anything else.”

You don’t hesitate before jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands following suit wrapping themselves around your waist as he pulls you closer to him making you both fall back.

“I love you Chishiya, I will try to do better with my safe words.” You whisper into his ear as your hand runs through his blonde hair.

“Let’s shower okay?” He smiles at you letting you know he approves of your declaration.

You nod at him, pulling away from him. You watch in awe as he stands up, bending over to scoop you into his arms.

“I don’t trust your legs right now” he chuckles carrying you towards the shower where the water had already grown warm.

You loved the way he took care of you, from making sure you was comfortable standing to helping you wash in the shower, his fingers light against you as he cleaned your body, he occasionally stopped to massage your shoulders providing you with all the comfort you need.

Once you had both finished in the shower he grabbed you a towel, giving you space to dress yourself as he went to get some food.

It didn’t take him long to return but thankfully by the time he had you had both changed the sheets and wrapped them around you.

“You should have left them I would have done that.” He sighs passing you the box of food he had thrown together from the hotel buffet. There wasn’t much variety within the beach but Chishiya always made it work, putting together amazing meals out of terrible food.

“I wanted to help.” You smile towards him.

He shakes his head sitting beside you, the dim lamp making the room cosy as you both ate. The conversation through dinner was minimal but you both needed to regain your strength. His hand always found it’s way to touch you anytime you grew too quiet, his constant care never ceasing even though he was focused on his food.

You didn’t eat as much as usual, your appetite was minimal especially after the stressful emotions you had experienced. You was thankful Chishiya was a fast eater as you could resume your position in his arms which he welcomed.

“You was truly amazing today.” He praised you as you watched his face.

You smiled at him, his eyes grazing over you momentarily before grabbing a book from the table.

“You want to hear?” He sighs shaking the book.

You nod at him, your cold hands sliding underneath his sweatshirt. He jumps when they come into contact with his skin making you laugh before he shushes you and begins reading.

You stayed like this for hours, Chishiya reading chapter after chapter, his words both smooth and relaxing. After a while you had grown tired your eyes struggling to stay open, despite your desperation to hear him read some more your body overpowered you, engulfing you into a much needed sleep.

When you awoke Chishiya remained in the same position, only his hand had fallen causing the book to drop on the floor. He too had fallen asleep. You was in awe at the sight of him laying there, his lips parted and his chest rising slowly. His arm still lazing across your hip. Chishiyas words repeated within your mind as you watched him.

“You know it’s very rude to stare.” His husky voice made you jump, his eyes still closed.

“I thought you was sleeping.” You stutter laying back. You loved the way he turned to lay on top of you, his head resting against your chest.

“I was. Get some more sleep. You’re safe here. You was amazing. ” He whispers, his words sloppy.

“I love you Chishiya.” You mumble once again, letting your eyes close as the smell of his shampoo comforts you.

He mumbles into you, his words were incoherent but you didn’t mind. In this moment nothing mattered, your feelings of doubt had been eradicated by Chishiyas support.

No matter how long you two was together the way he allowed himself to openly care about you always surprised you, the way he fussed over you ensuring your was okay was the only real type of love you had ever experienced and whether it was here in boderlands or in the normal world you didn’t want it to end because No matter what world you was in he too was perfect and so was the way he loved you.

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