#apologies again for bringing this here i couldn’t help myself

[badasscoffeemug]

my general policy is to Not screenshot others’ posts just to talk about them because all it does is create unnecessary drama. that being said. i’m so sorry but this showed up on my for you and it’s just so funny to me. what do you mean “queer coding in tommys character that doesn’t exist”. he gets called gay in his very first episode.

[kamitv]

Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.

Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?

Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.

Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”

Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-

“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.

Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”

“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.

Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“

“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.

You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.

Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.

“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.

You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”

“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.

You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.

Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.

All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.

You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.

Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”

You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”

“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”

And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.

One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.

He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead? 

Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.

He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.

Now that was a sight to see. 

“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.

When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.

Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.

Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering. 

You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?” 

The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock. 

Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.

“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”

He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??

Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.

You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”

All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.

His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.

It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs. 

Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.

Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.

Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—

“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him. 

Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.

Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.

You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.

A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”

“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”

You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”

Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.

His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”

Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”

…

Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.

pt. 2

[loverindeepspace]

I Rememeber - Part 2 // Raf x Reader

Hi guys, it's been a hot second... But I'm back with a part 2 to that raf fic that was requested by a few people! So enjoy some hurt/comfort with a focus on comfort. Concept: You remember the past with Raf, now you have to talk about it. Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, slight spoilers for his myths Word count: 1340 Read part 1 here: I Remember // Raf x Reader Masterlist

Previously:

“I do. I remember you. I remember our time together. Lemuria. Romirro. Everything.” You couldn’t help but let out a wet chuckle at the expression on his face as you continue to admire him. Your God. Your groom. Your beloved. He’s been through so much, you put him through so much, but he still waited, he still loved you. And you loved him, in every lifetime.

He sucked in a shaky breath before pulling you into his chest, arms tight around you, as he buried his face in your hair. You wrapped your hands around him in return, holding him just as tight. 

“Took you long enough.” His voice was wobbly, but the relief in it was evident, a warmth seeping into his words. 

The arms around you held you tightly for a while longer, long enough for the trembling in them to subside just slightly. You were in no better state, holding him close, almost desperate to be near him, desperate for the comfort he brings. You knew you couldn’t just sit there all day, entangled in his embrace. You needed to talk about it. You knew this but you couldn’t make yourself let go. Just for a bit longer, you wanted to stay just like this. 

The silence around you dragged on for a few more moments, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, you were simply soaking in each other’s presence. It’s you who moves first, pulling away just enough to cradle his cheek in your palm, to which he responded by nuzzling further into it. You notice that his eyes still seem to hold hesitation. Or was it disbelief? Weariness? Or a mix of all three.

“Raf… I-  I’m so sorry. For everything. For leaving you, for breaking our vow, for forgetting.” Your heart squeezed with the guilt coursing through your body. An apology wouldn’t erase the hurt you had caused, you knew this, but it was a good starting point to finally work towards that happy ending you both wanted. His brows drew together, lips pursed, as if he was trying, and failing, in finding the right words. 

A beat passed. Then two. Three, before he broke the silence. 

“I was angry for a long time,” his voice didn’t have the teasing lilt to it that you were so used to, now heavy with an emotion you couldn’t name, “After I lost you, I didn’t know what to do. All I wanted at the time was to fall into a long slumber once more, and maybe when I woke up it would all be a dreadful dream and you’d be there. But to no avail, you were gone, and the world around me faded into a dull grey blur.” 

Your chest felt heavy listening to his words, the pressure almost crushing you as he kept his eyes down, not quite ready to meet your eyes again as he recalled those painful times. 

“Raf… I-” Tears sting your eyes once more, your half-formed thought being cut off when Rafayel lowers his forehead to yours, gaze softening.

You notice a small, almost sad smile twitching at his lips as he continued, “ Don’t. I forgave you a long time ago. I resolved myself to find you again, in whatever form you’d take, I would never stop searching. And there you were, that one evening, trying to catch a fish for some kid. As beautiful as the day I lost you.” He took a shaky breath but didn’t look away from you, not for a moment. 

You were speechless. This selfless, selfless man. After everything, he kept searching. He found you. And the two of you were gonna have your happy end this time. You’d make sure of that. You took a shaky breath, steadying yourself just enough to break the heavy silence lingering between you.

“I won’t leave you again Raf. Never again. I promise.” Your voice was but a whisper against his lips, a new vow you refused to break, before your lips bet his in a tender kiss. All the unsaid emotions flowing into it. The sorrow, the mourning, but also love, devotion, relief. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as one kiss turned to two, and then into three and into many more. 

By the time you parted and snuggled up together on his soft bed, the sun had already moved high in the sky, its golden rays spilling into the room through the fluttering curtains. The cozy atmosphere engulfed the room as the two of you got stuck in your own world, soft kisses exchanged between even softer words. The conversation turned lighter as you reminisced about memories once forgotten. 

“Remember how we first met?” You asked quietly, as to not break the ambience surrounding you.

“Which time?” 

“The very first time. The whole sacrifice to the sea god thing?” 

“Ah yes, yes. You basically threw yourself at me, not that I blame you.” He smirked, a cockiness you are definitely used to peaking through his demeanor. 

“It was either that or drown.” You all but grumbled against his chest.

“You bit me then. I guess not that much has changed, huh?” Your head snapped up to look at him as heat rushed to your cheeks. Your lips worked to form any sort of comeback but nothing came out, so you settled at pinching his side. Hard. 

“Ouch! Okay okay, no need for this abuse! Why the need for violence?” He whined, laughing as he grabbed  at your hand, moving it to wrap himself around you even closer. 

“You deserved that.” You mumbled, the flush on your face not letting up. 

“Remember that human festival we went to only to be chased out by guards a few days later?” He grinned but his voice remained soft.

“Ah yes… You kicked me off a cliff, if I remember correctly.” Your tone was teasing as you narrowed your eyes at him, only to receive a playful scoff in response.

“Nope. Didn’t happen. You’re definitely remembering wrong, Cutie.” 

“Right, right.” 

“You don’t seem to believe me…” You giggled at his pout, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him, leaning in to kiss it away. He responded immediately, the arms around your waist tightening to pull you closer. It was just a small peck but your heart still swelled with the pure adoration you held for your lover, this silly, handsome, selfless man. A small smile adorned your lips as you pulled back. 

“Thank you, Raf.”

“For… throwing you off a cliff?” He huffed a laugh, looking a bit bewildered at the sudden change in your tone. You snorted softly, pinching him in the side, just hard enough for him to jolt, not from pain but from surprise.

“No, you overgrown fish.” 

“Ow. That counts as abuse, you know.”

“Sure, sure.” You waved him off dismissively, going to pinch him again, but he caught your hand before you could.

“Okay, okay, no more of that, I get it cutie, please continue.” His voice was laced with amusement as he entwined your fingers with his. Your eyes moved to study the hand holding yours so gently, humming gently as you let the joking atmosphere melt into something soft, something comfortable.

His fingers, interlaced with yours, were long, calloused from hours spent creating masterpieces that lined several galleries. Some dried paint still decorated the crevices of his hands. They were warm, familiar in a way that spanned lifetimes. They reminded you of that first time he held your hands, leading you up a winding staircase of a tower back in Lemuria. 

Silence filled the room once more, only broken when you finally met his gaze again.

“Thank you for waiting. For finding me again.” His breath hitched slightly at the unexpected words, clearly taken aback, eyes widening just for a moment, before he sighed softly. His other hand came up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, taking a moment to scan your face, taking in all of the details. 

“I’ll always find you, no matter how many lifetimes it takes. Just promise me one thing?” His lips split into a gentle smile as he cradled your cheek in his palm.

“Anything.”

“Don’t ever pull a stunt like that again. You’re not allowed to leave me like that again.” You knew what he was talking about immediately. You left him to save him, right there in the ocean, what was meant to be his home. Instead, it was filled with sorrow and grief for the longest time. Never again. You would not leave him.

“I promise. Never again.” It was him that leaned down this time to capture your lips in his, this time the kiss was longer, but just as soft, sealing the vow between the two of you.

[sunarinio]

down the aisle

rintarou suna x reader

grocery run turned proposal

you pushed the trolley in front of you while suna followed behind, humming to himself as he looked around the aisle. you knew he was about to get distracted so you sped up, the trolley zooming past shelves of chips, biscuits and protein bars.

“hey, slow down,” suna complained as he jogged to catch up with you.

“no, thanks,” you snapped.

he sighed, “you’re still mad about that?”

you stopped in your tracks and jabbed an accusing finger to his chest. “maybe if your annoying ass didn’t get distracted, we wouldn’t have had to make two supermarket trips.”

you were right. this was your second trip to the supermarket in three hours. the two of you first came in at 10 AM sharp for your weekly groceries, as was the sunday ritual. suna, however, ended up getting distracted every ten minutes by the new collaboration of kinder joy with his favourite series. and that’s how you ended up with twenty kinder joys in your cart.

“i think we should get a couple more,” he kept repeating every now and then, concerned about his chances of getting the character he wanted. what a gambler, you thought, but didn’t mind his eccentricities until-

“rin, you idiot!”

he was immediately by your side. you were back home, putting away groceries when you noticed something missing.

“you got neither the handwash nor the room freshener i asked you to!” you scowled at him, “it was right next to your kinder joy aisle!”

“oops~” was all he said.

so here you were, on your second trip to the supermarket. you purposely had not let him handle the trolley.

“i told you we could just get the handwash at a local store. you-”

“no. it is cheaper here in bulk.” you jabbed your finger into his chest again as if to prove your point.

“fine, fine,” he held his hands up in surrender, “i won’t get distracted this time. promise.”

he walked beside you obediently, calling out names of household items and asking whether you needed anything more than what you came here for.

“what’s could be in this anyway? i haven’t opened it yet,” he pulled out a kinder joy which he had pocketed just before leaving the apartment again. a little something to soothe your wrath.

“get that thing out of my face,” you grumbled immediately.

“not even the chocolate?”

“you’ve ruined these for me, rin”

“you’re being dramatic”

he opened the package and peeled off the cover for the toy inside. you couldn’t help but peer in curiously.

“a ring…?” suna tilted his head to the side. then something clicked, “oh it’s the one he uses to save his village…meh, not that good of a find”

“it’s pretty though...” you comment, looking down at the ring before meeting his gaze.

suna stares at you. then he looks around. no one is in the aisle. he smirks.

“what-”

suna gets down on one knee. he takes your hand in his while you put a hand over your mouth to not burst out laughing.

“my dear y/n. i sincerely apologize for what happened today and i will put in my best efforts for the upcoming grocery runs. they bring immense joy to me and i hope you wish to continue these with me- forever,” he looks up at you expectantly.

“y-yes,” you manage to say between giggles. you’re blushing, embarrassed of being caught in the ridiculous situation, “i forgive you”

he inserts the ring onto your finger with a smile before standing up and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“who’s gonna help you carry the bags anyway, if you stop bringing me to grocery runs?” he chuckles, leading you down the aisle.

“i can carry them myself,” you huff, fiddling with the ring. the weight of it felt good, even if it was plastic.

“nah, i’ll carry all the bags, you just focus on carrying the ring,” suna smiled, ruffling your hair with the hand that was not pushing the trolley.

ah yes, the trolley duty had been smoothly shifted to him.

[stxrrkissed]

── ۶ৎ YOUR PERSON .ᐟ

꣑ꦌ tasm!peter parker x fem!reader ৴ LENGTH 699

DESCRIPTION after peter comes home with a small injury, you help take care of it.

CONTENT fluff ꣑ established relationship ꣑ light angst.

THOUGHTS my first peter parker fic!! i'm obsessed w andrew garfield!peter parker, he's so fucking handsome. want to see more of him, be sure to check out my prompts list and send something in! ❤️

𝒾. masterlist 𝒾𝒾. previous fic 𝒾𝒾𝒾. prompts

TIME STOOD STILL AS YOU SIT AT THE EDGE OF THE COUCH, watching the door, waiting for something to happen, waiting for Peter to appear on the other side of the door to indicate that he’s okay.

You’re used to this feeling as having a boyfriend whose job is to protect the city and sometimes he’ll come home with no scratches but other times, he’ll come back hurt. You couldn’t see a life without him in it, you two have been with each other since high school and you didn’t see that changing anytime soon. 

You know not to think of the negative thoughts but sometimes you can’t help it with how unpredictable his missions are. 

The sound of the door opening has you on your feet immediately, rushing over until your boyfriend is fully in your sight, launching yourself onto him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, your face pressing against his chest. “I see you missed me,” he chuckles, returning your embrace, he’s lucky you can’t see his face being scrunch up from the pain he’s feeling.

“Of course, I was worried about you, you didn’t answer my last text which was to see if you were okay.” You say, happy feeling the warmth of his body. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get to text you back but I did save a lot of people in a burning building.” 

You pull away, wanting him to see the big smile you have on your face. “I’m proud of you. Are you hurt?” you ask genuinely but he just shakes his head. “Okay, you must be hungry, saving people can open up an appetite. I made your favorite!” You exclaim, making your way to the kitchen, turning on the stove to warm up the food. 

You look behind you, confusion taking over your face when you see he’s not right behind you like he always is, you walk out the kitchen to see him in the living room slowly making his way. “Are you sure that you didn’t get hurt?” You query, raising an eyebrow at him, noticing how he’s putting more pressure on his left leg as he walks, trying carefully not to use his right leg as much. 

Before he can say something, you find yourself opening your mouth. “Don’t you dare lie. I can see it hurts, so show me,“ you speak, a serious tone in your voice indicating that you’re not playing games and are serious. You go back in the kitchen to turn off the stove, making your way to the closet to grab the first aid kit. 

Once you get to the living room, you see that Peter takes your words seriously and is laying down on the couch with his right leg propped up. “Why did you lie to me?” You spit out, as you inspect the wound on his leg.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he starts off, sadness lace in his tone. “I know you already stress over me because my job has unpredictable outcomes and I didn’t want to add onto it so I thought not to tell you and take care of it myself.” He admits, looking at how focus you are while tending to his wound, wincing ever so often, you let out a soft apology, being more gentle. 

“I love that you were protecting me but even though these things are scary as…I never know what’s going to happen…” you inhale and exhale before continuing on. “But just seeing you come in here breathing makes me happy.”

After you’re done cleaning the wound, you start bandaging it up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t show you right away, I promise I won’t do it again.” Peter speaks calmly as you finish bandaging, giving a small pat.

“Thank you, I don’t mind taking care of you.” A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, bringing his hand to cup your face softly. “I love you.” 

A chuckle leaves your mouth as you lock onto his gaze. “I love you too.” You move closer to him capturing his lips with yours, happy that he’s okay and in your arms, just lucky that nothing too bad happened to him.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Heyyy

I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests (ignore if not!)

The bat boys finding the reader sitting on the roof after a nightmare….comfort??fluff???

I was half asleep when I write this lol so naturally it’s not going to be a good one.

Jason

‘I had a feeling you’d be up here.’ He said the moment he saw you by yourself on the rooftop, blanket draped over your shoulders, as you looked over the rest of Gotham city.

‘How?’ You asked as you watched him sit himself down next to you.

‘I usually come up here myself when the dreams…became a little too real for my liking.’ Jason tells you and you didn’t need to ask him to elaborate on what he meant by that as the answer was written clear across his face, he too needed a change of scenery and fresh air to clear his mind after waking from a nightmare.

‘Well I’m fine.’ You try telling him, only to hear him scoff.

‘You wouldn’t be out here if you were fine sweetheart, I know that you can barely close your eyes right now without being reminded of why you came up here in the first place.’ He says as he looks at you knowingly. ‘Am I right?’

You sighed defeatedly as you leaned your tired and exhausted self into his side as Jason responded by draping a comforting arm over you as to keep you pressed against him. ‘Yeah, your right, your always right jay birdie but I didn’t know what else to do.’ You admitted, scared to bring yourself to even close your eyes for a single second without being reminded of what you were trying to escape in the first place. It hurt to much to revisit and if you could you would give up sleeping forever, especially if it meant never having to be scared of where your mind might take you ever again.

‘Hey it’s okay,’ Jason shushes you, tightening his hold on you. ‘it’s okay sweetheart, there’s no need to apologies I’m right here okay, nothings going to get you when I’m here with you.’ He then whispered against you as he presses kisses into your head, wishing he could do more to comfort you, but had to settle for what he could do for you in this moment of time. ‘I’m not going anywhere you hear me? I’m staying by your side and we’re going to get through this together because you’ve been strong for too long.’

You melted further into his side as his words soothed your mind and brought about more favourable memories of yourself and Jason, sweet, tender memories of reading together as you cuddled up on the couch, watching rubbish films as you had take out and amongst many more that left you thinking of nothing but him.

Dick

‘Babe? You had me worried when I couldn’t find you in bed, what are you doing out here?’ Dick asks when he lets out a sigh of relief upon seeing you on the roof of your shared home, looking out into the city of bright lights.

‘Nightmare.’ Was all you said, too tired to bring yourself to speak more than you’d like as you brought your hands under your armpits as to keep yourself warm, blinking bleary.

‘Oh honey.’ Dick cooed as he brought himself to hug you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. Is there anything I can do to help? Water, a snack from the kitchen? Anything you want I’ll get it for you baby, all you’ve got to do is ask.’ Just when you thought Dick was going to pull away from you, you immediately latched onto him and buried your head into his neck.

‘Stay, please.’ You pleaded with him as you tightened your grip on his waist. ‘I don’t want to be alone right now.’

Dick helps you closer to him as he began to rub your up and down back comfortingly. ‘I’m wouldn’t dream of leaving you alone, not now not ever.’ He said softly. ‘I love you too much and I hate seeing you in pain and not being able to do something about it, I’d do anything to stop you from having nightmares, so focus on my voice until you feel comfortable enough to fall back asleep okay?’ He instructs you as he kept your head cradled against his chest so that all you could hear was his heartbeat.

‘Okay.’ You hummed as you nuzzled closer to dick, allowing yourself to drink him and leech off of his warmth and distinct smell that only further helped you into getting into relaxed state to begin falling asleep against him, fully content in knowing that he wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon.

‘Now how about I tell you about the many times me and Jason got into trouble while we were younger, it all began with a fake moustache.’ Dick then began to tell you a story of how him and Jason would often dare each other to do the most stupidest thing they could think of. It was both stupid as it was hilarious as your nightmare was long forgotten as it was replaced with the stories that Dick filled your head with, leaving you with a content smile upon your face.

Damian

‘It’s not safe to be up here alone.’ You heard Damian’s voice scold you.

‘There’s not that many safe places to go for a breath of fresh air in Gotham, so I wasn’t exactly spoilt for choice.’ You replied as you looked to see him stood behind you almost imposingly.

‘True but you could’ve at least told me that you were experiencing a nightmare.’ Damian said as he stepped next to you, looking down at your unsteady hands before quickly grabbing ahold of it within his own and clumsily intertwining his fingers with your own, comforting someone wasn’t his strong suit but at least he was aware of what simple gestures gave you some peace of mind during times of uncertainty.

‘I hate how easily you can read me sometimes.’ You chuckled humourlessly but found yourself squeezing his hand, finding that your nerves had calmed down a little bit then before. Damian had that effect on you as he often acted as your stability during times of uncertainty and or anxiety, so much that you couldn’t thank him enough for being here with you as often as he had.

‘No you don’t,’ Damian stated self assured, overlooking the city before looking at you with a slightly softer expression, ‘you’re aware that comforting others is not something I’m use to but you still allow me to try and console you during times of uncertainty, and for that I now know that my place is to be forever by your side and easing your fears like a partner should.’ He adds, squeezing your hand softly.

You smiled as you leaned your head on his shoulder, looking at nothing in particular. ‘You don’t have to do much other than give me your company.’ You tell him truthfully, you could stand out for the entity of the night if Damian was going to keep you from feeling less alone with your thoughts.

Damian smiled softly to himself. ‘Is that all? Just my company is enough?’

‘Since you’re asking, do you think that you could just hold me? Just for a little while?’ You asked, looking over at him as he silently thought it over before answering, ‘if that is what will help you ease back into sleeping, then I shall hold you for as long as you require my reassure.’ Before then gently tugging you closer to him by your joined hands, his bodily warmth warming you almost instantly as you cuddled into his side, feeling your head clear of all the fear that clung to you regarding of falling asleep again as Damian held you protectively against his chest.

[charliegyrth]

You Peaked in High School

A Bully Gets a Belly

This story is based on another anonymous story request. Enjoy!

***

I hated you so much. You ruined my entire high school experience. You gave me panic attacks. You made me dread getting up in the morning.

I knew you were mean to everybody, but I never understood why you targeted me more than anyone else. What did I ever do to you?

I was scared to walk in the hallways because you always found a way to sneak up behind me and jiggle my love handles.

You gave me the nickname “Moobs,” and then everyone else started calling me that.

Worst of all, you outed me to the entire school, based on nothing but a hunch. (You were right, of course, which made it so much worse.)

Because of you, I hated myself. I pushed away my friends. I lost all confidence. And I got very, very fat.

Freshman year, I was a little chubby. I didn’t think it was a big deal until you slapped my belly in the middle of PE. Over time, I got fatter and fatter because I was stress-eating. And I was stress-eating because of you.

My only comfort was knowing that once I graduated, I’d never have to see you again. I’d get a fresh start in college while you stayed in our tiny hometown. I told myself that I was a late bloomer destined for great things while you were a vain jock who peaked in high school and would spend the rest of your life looking back on your past glory.

That’s the way of the world, right? That’s what happens to high school bullies.

Nope.

You decided to go to my university.

When I saw you on campus, looking smug and hot as you strolled through the quad, I wanted to scream. You weren’t supposed to be here. I was so shocked to see you that I didn’t hide. I should’ve.

You saw me and strutted right over. “Hey, Moobs!”

I thought I’d finally escaped that nickname.

“Don’t call me that.”

You punched my shoulder like we were best friends. “Lighten up, man. It’s good to see a familiar face, huh?”

I had nothing more to say to you, so I turned and left.

“Come on, Moobs!” you called after me.

I went straight to the cafeteria and stuffed myself with pizza to work through my feelings. Each bite filled me with guilt.

I tried to avoid you around campus. Didn’t work. We had two classes together. Even though you always showed up late, you somehow found a seat right next to me, close enough to poke my fat and whisper insults. You demanded to see my notes, and even though I said no, you took them anyway. I started bringing decoy notebooks to class, completely empty except for two words on the first page: “Fuck you.”

Your bullying continued for a couple weeks before the most amazing thing happened. Our classmates started calling you out for your behavior. Even though you always called me “Moobs,” no one else did.

That’s the thing about college. The attitude that made you popular in high school suddenly didn’t work anymore. Everyone saw you for what you were: A handsome, insecure jerk.

I made friends. You didn’t.

I excelled in my classes. You didn’t.

When I saw you walking in the quad, you kept your head down. No more strutting. Your swagger was gone.

I was finally free of your bullying.

Then one day, you sat next to me in class and said hello. You didn’t call me “Moobs.” You called me by my name. I thought it was a trick at first, but no. You wanted to ask me for help with the homework. You didn’t have anyone else to ask.

Even though I wanted to tell you to fuck off, I invited you to study with me over lunch. I wasn’t sure why. I think it was because I liked having power over you.

We went to the cafeteria. I helped you with the assignments and we ate together. For the first time, I saw you as an actual human being. I didn’t feel sorry for you (I couldn’t), but I was kind and patient. At the end of our lunch, once you finally understood (most of) our homework, you apologized to me. It wasn’t enough to make up for the years of abuse, but it felt good to hear.

You looked at me differently after that. With gratitude, I guess. I think you saw me as a friend.

I helped you study a few more times that month, and each time, you seemed more interested in my life. My dating life in particular. That surprised me. I could only assume that you were trying to figure out how a fat ass like me could land dates while you were always alone. In high school, you cycled through all the popular girls without any problem, but I don’t think you’d had sex since you graduated.

“What’s your secret?” you asked.

“I’m not a total jerk,” I answered. Honest, but a little mean.

“But you’re so fat.”

I wasn’t offended. I knew what I looked like. And I knew that even though you thought my flabby body was gross, a lot of college guys found me pretty hot. I used to hate how I looked, but college had made me appreciate my bigness.

I wanted you to feel bad, though, so I pretended to be offended and stormed off.

***

I didn’t expect you to come to my dorm that night. I didn’t even know you knew where I lived. You stood outside my door, clearly drunk. I let you in before you made a scene.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you leaned into me. I had to catch you before you fell. You babbled something about how you were “jealous” of me, how you “peaked in high school.” It felt great to hear, even though I knew it was the alcohol talking. I led you to my couch, but you pushed me away and flopped onto my bed, still babbling.

I asked you what you wanted from me. I was a little annoyed, but honestly, it felt amazing to see you so vulnerable.

I sat next to you on the bed, not sure what to say.

You clumsily pawed my belly. I should’ve pushed you off me, but I didn’t.

“Why do guys like this?” you asked. “Aren’t I hot?”

“You’re hot,” I assured you, still letting you squeeze my belly roll.

“You’re hot,” you slurred, “and I don’t know why. Kiss me, Moobs.”

You used my nickname again, but it sounded different. Almost complimentary. I think that’s what did it for me. I knew I shouldn’t (every nerve in my body was telling me no), but I kissed you.

Your hands went straight to my moobs. The same hands that slapped and pinched my fat were now exploring it, honoring it. As you dug your fingers curiously into my softness, I pulled you all the way onto my bed.

I never thought you were gay. I still didn’t know for sure. All I knew was that I wanted you inside me.

I opened my nightstand and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. You were too buzzed and inexperienced to know what to do next, so I tossed you the condom and pulled off my shirt and shorts.

You stared for the longest time at my exposed belly. Your pants were still on, but I could see you were already hard. I wasn’t yet.

You grabbed the bottle of lube, filled your hands, and started oiling up my belly. “People like this?” you asked again, still confused by why my fat was turning you on. I leaned back and allowed you to slick me up, to reach between my folds. As you touched me, my reservations faded. There was still a voice telling me that this was wrong, but it got quieter and quieter. Soon, it was barely an echo.

I helped you out of your pants and you stared at me hungrily as you slipped on the condom.

It didn’t take long for you to gain control, to open me up and slide inside. You’d definitely been with men before. I could tell.

And honestly, you were incredible. Slow at first. Then forceful. Confident. You sent wonderful ripples through my body.

Now I was hard.

A few times, you got caught in the moment and slapped my gut. That reminded me of the old you, the cruel you.

As you lit me up on the inside, as you pushed whimpers and moans through my lips, you reached into my still-open nightstand and pulled out a donut.

Some of my hook-ups had been encouragers, so I was always prepared. I wasn’t really into that, but I went along with it anyway. Men my size tend to attract a certain kind of guy, and it’s best to play along. As you pounded into me, you unwrapped the donut and got ready to press it into my mouth.

I knew the drill. I was prepared for that.

But instead, I grabbed your wrist. “No. You.”

You didn’t understand at first. You lost your rhythm. Then, curiously, excitedly, you ate the donut yourself.

“Faster,” I ordered. You’d stopped thrusting.

You sped up again. You had a surprised look on your face, as if you didn’t understand why you’d just fed yourself.

“Have… another,” I grunted.

And you did.

This time, you didn’t break your rhythm.

As we continued for a gloriously long time, you fed me a couple donuts but ate most of them yourself. And when you finally came, seconds before I did, your face was coated in chocolate and my belly was covered in crumbs.

We fell asleep together, but when I woke up, you were already gone.

***

I didn’t see you for a week after that. You skipped our classes. I knew you’d regretted what we’d done. That’s just who you were. You fucked me out of curiosity but you couldn’t handle the fact that you actually liked it.

I didn’t have regrets, though. You were freaking amazing.

The next weekend, you showed up at my dorm once again. Completely sober this time. You brought a shopping bag filled with snacks and whipped cream.

“Can I come in?” you asked nervously.

Of course I said yes.

Before I could say anything, you declared that this time, all the food was for me.

I agreed, not because I wanted to be fed, but because I knew that in the heat of the moment, I could turn the tables again.

And that’s exactly what I did. We started with the whipped cream, which I sprayed into my belly button (you loved that) and onto my moobs (you really loved that). After that, we tried a couple positions, you fed me a little, and I fed you a lot. Once again, we ended the evening sore and sticky and blissful. And once again, you snuck out in the middle of the night.

Afterwards, when I saw you in class, you pretended that nothing had happened. You still treated me like a friend.

Your nighttime visits became more frequent. You came over twice the next week, then three times, and pretty soon, you were in my dorm room every night. You brought bags of food each time. For a while, you said things like “This is all for you” or “I’m not having any of this tonight,” but you never stuck to that. By our fifth night together, you gave up that pretense completely.

We both knew that you wanted to stuff yourself as you fucked me. We didn’t need to pretend otherwise.

***

It didn’t surprise me when you started to soften up. Sure, I was a little surprised that your earliest gains were almost completely on your chest, with surprisingly pointed moobs that clashed with your still-flat stomach. You’d always had large pecs, so I don’t think you noticed when they changed shape.

Once your belly started to curve forward, you didn’t notice that either. If you had, you would’ve bought new shirts. Your self-image had always been built on how people looked at you. In high school, you knew you were hot because everyone thought you were hot. In college, no one really paid attention to you, so you had no idea that your objective hotness was getting buried.

The craziest part of your fast, steady changes was that they were affecting me as well. I was losing weight just as fast as you were gaining it. Thanks to our nightly hookups, I felt more confident than ever, meaning no more stress-eating. I started going on walks around campus, then jogs, then full-on runs. I wasn’t actively trying to get in shape, but after a while, I guess I was.

You didn’t notice my changes, either. To you, I’d always be the fat kid from high school, and your brain couldn’t process that we were slowly switching roles.

Because I was your only friend, we spent a lot more time together throughout the week. We usually went to the cafeteria after our morning classes. We’d both order a bunch of food. You always finished yours, but I almost never finished mine.

It took me a while to realize that you were finishing my meals, but you totally were. I’d turned into your encourager without realizing it, but once I did, I couldn’t stop myself. I purposely ordered extra sides just to add a few more calories to your intake.

I’d never understood the thrill of gaining, but I absolutely understood the thrill of watching you gain. God, you were getting hotter by the day.

I absolutely melted when I saw you walking across campus in a shirt that barely contained your wobbling belly. You no longer looked like my high school bully. You looked like the kind of chubby nobody that the old you would’ve teased nonstop.

***

Our relationship changed when I asked you to move into my dorm room. You were already staying over most nights, but actually moving in made things official. We never said that we were dating, but we didn’t need to.

You were my boyfriend.

I still fed you every night, of course, but we started doing it in the day, too. I also made sure to keep the kitchen well-stocked with your favorite snacks (especially the ones I didn’t like).

Deep down, I knew that it was only a matter of time before you realized how big you were, but that day didn’t come. It helped that you started wearing my clothes (and I even started wearing some of the shirts that you’d outgrown). It also helped that we stayed on campus over the Christmas break, so none of your old friends could point out your perky moobs or thick love handles.

That Christmas break did wonders for your waistline. We barely left the dorms. It was just a steady parade of feeding and fucking. That was the first time you let me top. You said you didn’t like it, but I knew that was a lie.

I know all this sounds like our dynamic was built on revenge. I was fattening the hot guy who spent years mercilessly mocking my fatness. And yeah, there was a little bit of that at first. But I actually liked you. I’m not lying. Without your cocky demeanor, you were quite fun to be around. You were easy to talk to, especially at the dinner table. And the few times we did talk about high school, you told me about how miserable you were back then, how you lashed out at people like me because you weren’t happy with yourself.

You were happy now. I was, too.

***

With only weeks left of freshman year, you were huge. I was still a bit chubby, but I no longer had a belly, just a bit of softness that was only slightly visible under my (your) shirts. Our bodies had officially switched, and I was more confident than ever.

Then the unthinkable happened: You finally noticed.

We were in our literature class (we had all the same classes that semester) when one of our classmates wanted to return the notebook she’d borrowed. She forgot my name, so she told her friend, “Hand this to the guy in the corner.”

Her friend responded, “The fat guy or the hot guy?”

“The hot guy,” she said.

You and I both heard that exchange. And of course, her friend dropped the notebook right in front of me. I know it was just a little moment, but I could tell from your expression that everything was finally sinking in. You took a long look at me, then you glanced down at the belly in your lap, and you gulped.

You didn’t say anything for the rest of class.

As we walked back to the dorms, with you wearing my old clothes and me wearing yours, you turned to me and said, “I’m fat now, aren’t I?”

“Fat and handsome,” I said.

You didn’t respond.

That night, you made love to me. I had your snacks ready (cupcakes), but you pushed them away. I was fine with that. Sex didn’t have to involve food.

Unfortunately, for you it did. You went limp, and eventually, you flopped back onto the bed, looking so damn embarrassed. You literally couldn’t continue without food in your mouth.

I kissed you and said it was okay. I was in the mood to top anyway.

You agreed, and as your soft body rippled under me, as I plowed into you with the same force and confidence that you used to have, I noticed you reach into the nightstand and grab a cupcake. You didn’t even know you were doing it.

***

The next morning, we had the most honest conversation we’d ever had. I told you how beautiful you were, and as we talked, you finally admitted (to me and to yourself) that part of your high school bullying came from a place of jealousy. You’d always liked my fat body, and now you’d finally gotten one yourself.

I told you I loved you (which was true). You told me you loved me.

And I asked if you were okay being the fat guy in this relationship. You didn’t answer at first. I held you. I stroked your expanded nipples and played with your beautiful belly, and as you gave into my touch, you finally admitted, “Yeah. I like this.”

Then I asked the most important question: “Do you want to keep going?”

To answer my question, you grabbed a cupcake, placed it in my hands, and opened your mouth.

***

With only one week until graduation, I was so proud of you!

For one thing, you’ve fully and officially come out of your shell. As a cocky jock trapped in your high school glory days, you had no friends (besides me). But now you had tons of friends, even more than me, actually. You were the fat, funny guy now. You didn’t judge people. You didn’t take yourself seriously. You walked into a room, took up space, and absolutely owned the place with your positive energy.

This was how you were always meant to be: the big man on campus. The biggest man. Literally twice the person you were freshman year. Sure, you needed special chairs in some of your classes. And sure, you were always late to lessons because of how long it took you to lug your extra 200 pounds across campus. But those little inconveniences never stopped you from being your sunny, happy self. No one could’ve guessed that you used to be a bully.

I was lifting weights in the apartment when you waddled in, dripping sweat from your long walk back. By the time I finished my set, you made it across the room and wrapped me in a hug.

“Good day?” I asked.

“Wonderful,” you said. “Except I skipped lunch.”

I knew that wasn’t true. I smelled burgers on your breath. But whatever, I knew what you meant. When you said you “skipped lunch,” that just meant you were hungry for another feeding session.

I guided you into our bedroom and helped peel off your sweat-soaked shirt. Your pale belly flopped into view, showing off the latest stretchmarks that ran all the way up to your under-moob roll. I was particularly proud of those.

As you slowly crept onto the mattress, I opened the nightstand to see what we had to work with. “Brownies or donuts?”

“Both,” you answered. (I knew you would.)

I laid everything out on the mattress, laughing at the shameless way you were already licking your lips. Then I pulled off my shirt, my huge pecs and solid muscle gut giving you another reason to lick your lips. Seeing you like this, with all your fat oozing shapeless onto the mattress while I stood above you, I’d never felt more in love.

As you smiled up at me, I got a slightly devious thought. I helped you pull off your shorts. “Babe, since this is our last week as college students, I’m feeling kind of nostalgic. What do you say… we do things like old times?” I dropped the bottle of lube next to him.

You didn’t understand. Then slowly, you did. I was asking you to top me for the first time in years.

You hardened at the idea, but when you dug through your fat pad to reach the barely visible nub, you looked up at me apologetically. “I don’t think I can anymore.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you say that.”

That made you smile.

***

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[saphronethaleph]

Subtle as a brick

Rey stepped back a little, reverently, as Jedi Master Luke took the lightsaber.

His lightsaber. It had been his father’s, then his, and now it was his again. And-

-he threw it away.

Rey just sort of stared for a moment.

Master Luke may have said something. He may not. Rey simply didn’t process a thing for at least ten seconds.

“...what was that for?” she demanded.

“Did you think I’d come out here into hiding because I didn’t have a lightsaber?” Luke asked, looking at her like she was a bit odd.

“But – I brought your lightsaber back,” Rey objected, not really sure how to handle this complete inversion of her expectations.

Luke shrugged. “It’s not mine, anyway,” he said. “It’s my father’s. I have a strong attachment to my lightsaber, which I built by myself, while brooding alone on a desert planet.”

“Like Jakku?” Rey asked.

“...I guess, yeah, like Jakku,” Luke allowed. “Weird one to bring up, though. Why Jakku?”

“I grew up there,” Rey explained. “With no idea who my parents were… all I really had were stories and the knowledge that I wanted to leave Jakku as soon as possible.”

Luke didn’t reply, favouring her with a strange look.

“I suppose I did learn some technical skills, at least,” she went on. “Then I had to help a droid get to safety with plans the First Order wanted, plans vital to the survival of the Resistance.”

Luke looked like he was going to say something, but refrained.

“You remember the Millennium Falcon?” Rey asked. “My friend and I had to flee the planet in it, just ahead of First Order fighters and starships… then one thing led to another and I had to help in destroying the most vulnerable point on a First Order superweapon. And I’m trying to deal with my connection to the Force.”

“I know the feeling,” Luke muttered, almost too quiet to hear.

Rey frowned slightly. “And… I don’t know what it is, but I have this weird feeling that I might be related to a really evil Sith somehow-”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Luke shouted.

“...sorry?” Rey apologized, nervously.

“Not you,” Luke assured her. “I was speaking to the Force. I get it, you don’t need to be this blatant.”

He reached out his hand, catching the blue saber as it flew back up the slope, then tossed it underhand through the air to Rey.

She caught it, automatically, and Luke examined her with a critical eye.

“All right,” he said. “So, let’s see… have you got any friends in imminent trouble? Recent escape from a Resistance base?”

“Not yet, when I left, but the evacuation was going to have to be soon,” Rey answered. “I assume they’ve already done it… I hope they’ve got away safely.”

“Yeah, probably hasn’t happened,” Luke said. “They’re in trouble somehow. Could be they escaped to somewhere the First Order is already waiting, could be that they’re being chased directly… could be they’re in trouble to lure you into a trap.”

He shot her a grin, and it transformed his whole face, all his body language.

“The Force is not being subtle,” he said. “So I’m not going to be subtle back. What’s your name, anyway?”

“Rey,” Rey introduced herself.

“Well, Rey,” Luke said, lacing his hands together. “I’m going to make you into a Jedi. And then we are going to redeem the kark out of whoever your Sith ancestor is.”

Three very eventful weeks later, Sheev Palpatine existed in timeless harmony with the Force.

This was an enormous surprise to him.

“How, exactly, did that happen?” he asked the air, or the world, or the Force itself. “How in the kriff did Skywalker convince me to redeem myself by sacrificing myself to stop myself?��

“Not that I’d have an idea,” Anakin Skywalker said, fading into perception behind him. “But I’d guess it’s something he got from Padme’s side.”

“Oh, shut up,” Palpatine muttered.

He couldn’t even be properly angry any more, though it seemed that redemption did not prevent testiness.

Though meeting Obi-Wan Kenobi would probably have made that clear anyway.

[hawkinshorror94]

Can I request headcanons for Wyll, Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor reacting to gn s/o telling about their suicidal thoughts please?

I left out Harleep because I didn't feel like I could do him justice. That being said, I hope you enjoy this! Also anyone reading this just know that my inbox is always open if you're having these feelings yourself. I felt myself reflected in some of these situations and that's why this request touched me so much.

TW: Suicide Ideations

You were going through the motions again, eat, sleep, fight, repeat. What would it be like to just end it all? Take a vial of Wyvern poison with your evening wine and just go to sleep? Or the Rosymorn Monastery cliffs would be a beautiful place for your bones to lie forever because you flung your body off one of the high cliffs there. Or die a hero’s death at the end of a silver sword and people would just say you were reckless, not that you minded to feel the sword pierce your heart. Because in those last stinging moments before death at least you would feel something other than mind numbing sadness. 

Wyll

“I saw you down here by the lake and I thought I would join you.” Wyll says as he sits down beside you, elbows barely brushing his as he does. You don’t mind the company but you’d much rather be wallowing in silence and not bringing down the mood of your other companions. 

“You can go back.” It comes out a little colder than you mean it too, but Wyll doesn’t bristle. He just turns his eyes out to the lake. The waters, dark and still in the night, it was hard to tell where the water ended and the night sky started. 

“I know how you feel.” He said softly, pulling a knee up to his chest as he kept his eyes trained out towards the water.

“You can’t possibly know how I feel.” You say softly clenching your fists in your lap, he looked over at you with a smile curving his lips.

“Try me.” He says softly and you tell him because it’s all you have been able to think about. It’s consuming your brain, ending your own life, snuffing it out like a candle. And he

listens, he doesn’t interrupt and when your body is wracked with sobs, he reaches out for you. 

“You know we are here for you.” He says softly into the crown of your head “I am here for you.” His thumb strokes your cheeks gently, smearing the tears away. “You come to me anytime you need me, I’ll listen. Or I’ll talk. I’ll do whatever you need me to do that keeps you here with me, okay?” 

“Okay” You agree softly as he continues cradling you against him. He was warm and grounding, maybe he would be the end of this blinding darkness and numbness.

Dammon

The heat of the forge is inviting as you watch Dammon work the billow, the smell of smoke and iron filling the air. He moves away closer to where you sit on a workbench and he begins hammering away at the piece of armor beside you.

“Have you ever thought of ending things?” You ask Dammon who nearly drops his hammer at your words. His ice blue eyes meet yours in a near panic, how easily you had admitted something so trivial to him. 

“No, no, I haven't, why would you ask me that?” He asks softly, laying down the hammer and removing his gloves laying them down beside your hip. You crack a half smile pretending like you're talking about something funny.

 “You don’t think about those things?” You ask and the genuine concern on his face nearly makes your facade break. Tell him, tell him, he could help you. 

“No, I couldn’t imagine leaving you behind like that.” He said taking your hand in his own rough one, squeezing it “Do you think about things like that?” He asked and you felt a lump in your throat and the confession came out like vomit, rushed and nonsensical, but he got the point.

“I’m sorry Dammon.” You apologized for worrying him with your complex feelings and he swatted your knee gently.

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you told me.” He squeezed your hands in his own, the tactile stimulation grounding you both. “Please, never shut me out. You are a fire that needs to keep burning, even if it needs a little coaxing.” He muttered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

Zevlor

“If it scares you, I can assure you that I am terrified.” You mutter as the older tiefling looks over you in the bed, you know you look awful and you smell bad, but you also don’t seem to care.

“Why would I be scared?” He asks brushing some of your tangled hair out of your face, looking at the tears that make your eyes look glassy.

“Because of this.” You muttered softly, gesturing to yourself, his face softened as he looked at you.

“I see someone who needs help.” He says softly. He helps you from the bed and into the tub, working his lithe fingers through the knots and helping you scrub your skin clean. While you

dry off, he changes your bed sheets and gets you clean night clothes. Some warm food and water and of course something a little sweet to make it a “balanced meal”. Zevlor watches in quiet silence as you tell him everything, the dark thoughts that have swirled around in your mind and how alone you felt. 

“I would like to think that my love is a cure to the darkness inside of you,” He starts as he lays a hand on your knee “But I’m also old enough to know that my love isn’t always enough. No matter how happy you are, those tendrils of darkness still choke out that happiness. But that’s why I carry a sword.” And you can’t help but laugh at him, something warm that makes him smile. 

"For the darkness?" You ask softly

"For the darkness." He answers

[wildrangers]

The Planets and the Fates and All the Stars Aligned // William Nylander

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: The three times Willy almost asked you out and the one time he finally did

{This is my submission for the lovely @jackhues for The Winter Fic Exchange 2k24, organized by the amazing @wyattjohnston!}

Warnings/tropes: mutual pining, poor communication, resolved (minor) angst, fluff, cursing, drinking

You were grateful that Auston was taking you under his wing following your big move to Toronto—seriously. It was better to be at a New Year’s Eve party where you knew all of one person rather than alone in your apartment. Though…there were a lot of loud drunk men at this party which wasn’t your favorite vibe. You’d much prefer enjoying a nice cocktail with a view of Toronto over being stuffed in one of Tony’s teammate’s suburban homes. But really—you were grateful for Auston and this somewhat odd built in social network that came with him.

You were drawn from your thoughts by a cheer from the pong table and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the intense excitement of the younger guys currently facing off there. You flipped your wrist around to see the time again just as a large, familiar hand landed on your shoulder.

“That’s at least the fifth time you’ve checked the time since we got here…what, an hour ago?” Auston teased, grinning as he took the seat next to you.

“It’s only the fourth” you grumbled making Auston raise his hands in surrender.

“My apologies for the slander, miss.”

You rolled your eyes and jostled your shoulder into his before settling your head there instead. “I’m just tired from the move and everyone here seems very…extroverted?” you tried, not wanting to speak poorly of the group you barely knew.

“Look, I get it” he replied, ruffling your hair gently. “Can I please get you a drink now? At least your hands will be busy then.”

You nodded against his shoulder before raising your head so he could go grab your favorite drink. You were surprised when his place was quickly filled by a blonde-haired boy with mischievous blue eyes.

“You must be Julia, I’m Willy” he smiled, offering his hand for you to shake. You smirked, gripping his hand in your own. You were not, in fact, Julia, but this should be entertaining.

“Nice to meet you, Willy. I hope Auston hasn’t said anything too horrific about me.”

“Oh no, nothing like that. I just wanted to make sure I talked to you before things got too serious with him.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean a gorgeous girl like yourself should know that I am available and a much, much better catch” he stated confidently and you threw your head back with laughter.

“Well, I may as well hear the sales pitch now” you smirked, pleasantly surprised by the tipsy man before you.

“I mean first of all” he said, simply pointing to his hairline, which drew a gasp from your mouth as you whacked his arm, “I’m just saying!”

“What are you ‘just saying’ to my cousin, William?”

Will’s blue eyes widened as he processed Auston’s words. “Wait so you’re…not Julia?”

Auston handed you your drink, “No, this is Y/N, weirdo. I was going to bring Julia to dinner tomorrow night but maybe I won’t now. How long did she have you going?”

“Long enough to put my foot in my mouth” he admitted and you smirked, pleased at the pink tinge rising to his cheeks. “But not so long that I can’t recover?” he questioned.

“Stay tuned” you replied, maintaining eye contact as you took a sip of your drink. Luckily, Auston was called away leaving just you two again.

“I swear, I’m not usually like that” he began and you tilted your head slightly.

“Like what?”

He seemed at a loss for words so you chuckled, “You’re fine, I’ll stop fucking with you now. You were just so confidently wrong, I had to see where things went.”

He chuckled to himself, “Confidently wrong is kind of a good summary for me actually…”

“The great William Nylander? No, I’d say most the time your confidence is probably just right.”

“You even knew who I was and still let me make a fool of myself?!”

You giggled and nodded, “I obviously know who you are, I watch as many of Ton’s games as I can. You’re usually playing in them too.”

“Wait, so rewind. You’re Tony’s cousin?”

“Not by blood, but yeah. We grew up together and our families are super close. He’s been trying to get me out here forever, so when a better job opened up in my company’s Toronto location, how could I say no?”

“When did you move?”

You jokingly checked your watch, “About eight hours ago now.”

“Oh well, welcome! I love it here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” he nodded, sipping his drink and you couldn’t help how your eyes were drawn to his mouth with the movement. “I moved around so much as a kid; this is the longest I’ve ever lived in one place. Minus summers in Sweden, obviously”

“I would love to go to Sweden” you admitted. “It looks so beautiful.”

As he began passionately talking about Sweden, conversation flowed seamlessly between you. He seemed genuinely interested in your answers to the questions he asked, eyes always remaining firmly on you in a way that made your stomach flip but also steadied you in the otherwise loud room.

You were dragged from your conversation as the countdown to the New Year began.

“Damn, it’s almost midnight already?” you questioned, checking your watch that had long since been forgotten.

“Guess so…do you want to ring in the New Year together?” Will asked and you were surprised by the tentative tone of his voice. Your eyes rose to meet his and you noted the nerves showing in the crinkle of his eyes.

“Yeah, sure” you smiled, scootching closer to him. “I have to admit, I’m surprised you didn’t seem confident I’d say yes.”

“I mean I wouldn’t want to come in too hot, making assumptions—that would be embarrassing, no?” he joked as he wrapped a tender arm around your shoulders.

“Of course, wouldn’t want to make that same mistake twice in one evening” you teased back and you earned a rich laugh from him that made your toes curl and you dipped your head to hide your grin. As the countdown entered single digits, your eyes rose to meet his again but he was focused somewhere just beyond your shoulder before turning his attention back to you.

“3…2…1…Happy New Year!” the room erupted but your world had shrunk to just you and Willy. You had a sneaking suspicion it had been Auston who briefly grabbed his attention from you, which was confirmed as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your cheek rather than going in for the kiss. You were disappointed until you felt his mouth brush your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

***

Once Will had given the bottle of wine and his thanks to Mitch and Stephanie for hosting, his eyes were scanning the room for you. He’d been kicking himself for months since meeting you for not getting your number on New Year’s but Auston’s stern stare had scared him off, as embarrassed as he was to admit it. He just hadn’t wanted to risk his friendship with his teammate, or worse, make you uncomfortable since you’d just met. Plus, the firm “If you hurt her, you’re dead to me” lecture Auston had given him the next day at practice had driven the point home.

So, some combination of your new job and Auston’s protectiveness had kept you away from any team, family, and friends get together’s until now, just as the regular season was wrapping up. Just as he had begun to give up hope that he’d see you again, Mitch mentioned that Auston had RSVP’d for 3 people, you and a plus one that he assumed was whatever girl Tony was currently seeing. Will didn’t waste another minute before confirming his own attendance.

His heart sped up as he saw you chatting with Johnny, your body language so much more relaxed than when he met you months ago. He made his way to you and when your eyes met his, the broad grin you sent his way knocked him out.

“Willy!” you called, standing to greet him with a warm hug.

“Hey, it’s been too long, how have you been?” he asked, pulling away just far enough to take you in. “You look beautiful tonight, of course.”

He was rewarded with a dip of your head as you hid your shy smile at his compliment, “I’ve been good, busy, so I’m glad Tony mentioned this dinner, it’s nice to see everyone.”

A long pause filled the air as he simply gazed into your warm, smiling eyes. “Hey Willy, I’m here too” his captain called from behind you and Willy laughed, greeting him with a handshake.

“Sorry man, it’s just been a minute since I’ve seen Y/N here” he shrugged sheepishly. John nodded, clapping him on the back, “Since New Year’s, yeah?”

Will shot him a questioning look but Johnny only smirked before walking off to chat with another group.

“Will, you’ve been having such an amazing season, I’m so happy for you” you smiled, settling back down in your seat and patting the spot next to you. He quickly sat where directed, pleased that the small couch made his outer thigh gently press into yours—he was even more content when you didn’t shift your leg away but closer to his.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Just trying to gear up for the Playoff’s now. How have you been, settling in well?”

As you two caught up with small talk, he wracked his brain on how to ask you out without making it weird in case you said no. This conversation flowed just as well as your first and your sly humor shone through even more now that you seemed more at ease.

“I’ve missed seeing you at other parties like this” he admitted when the conversation naturally lulled.

“I think Auston may have refrained from inviting me to a few” you admitted, rolling your eyes. “And then the last few just didn’t work with my schedule. I was happy when Ton mentioned you’d be here tonight though.”

“Yeah?” he asked, hopeful as his heart began pattering more intensely.

“Yeah” you grinned, knocking your shoulder into his. “I really enjoyed hanging with you last time.”

“Me too” he smiled, taking in the genuine joy on your face. “I was actually wondering…”

He trailed off as he saw your eyes shift behind him and widen. “Jake!” you called, standing up and waving over an unfamiliar guy who wrapped you in an embrace and quickly pecked your cheek.

“Hey pretty lady, sorry I’m a little late. The subway got delayed” he replied, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears. “Is this Will?”

As introductions were made, Will’s heart sank as he realized your boyfriend was the plus one, not Auston’s girl. It looked like he’d missed his chance with you after all.

***

You worked your way through the crowd, pausing as people you’d grown close to since your move to Toronto stopped you to chat. Johnny and his wife were hosting the start of the season party, welcoming everyone back to Toronto after being wherever they called home in the off season. You were hoping Will would be here but had refrained from asking Auston to avoid his eye rolls and protective bullshit.

When you’d seen Will at that spring party, you couldn’t admit to him that you’d partially been avoiding him. Not because you didn’t like him, but the opposite—you’d felt so drawn to him on New Year’s only to have Auston insert himself in the middle of things. After enough time had passed, you’d finally let your coworker set you up on that blind date with Jake. Who was nice but had basically been wiped from your mind when you’d met Will’s eyes across the room that second night.

You’d let yourself get wrapped up in the press of his leg on yours, the intense focus of his eyes as you caught up. Had allowed yourself to slip into the flirtation that had flowed so naturally between you during your first meeting. Until Jake had arrived, and you’d noted Will deflate before excusing himself.

You’d seen him a few times since then but he kept a wide berth, which you understood. But it had sucked and drove home that as nice as Jake is, he wasn’t the one for you. Which is why, several months out from that split, you were determined to make your move on Will—enough with waiting.

You grabbed a drink and surveyed the room, heart fluttering as you heard Willy’s signature laugh from across the room. He was talking with a younger guy you didn’t recognize but you strode over anyway. “Will!” you called and he spun, wide-eyed, at your voice.

“Y/N?” he smiled uncertainly but you just pulled him into a tight embrace.

“How was your summer? Tell me all about Sweden” you grinned, quickly introducing yourself to the rookie beside him who made himself scarce.

“Sure, but you seem…different” he noted, scanning your form as if he could find the answer there.

“Do I? I mean, not much has changed except Jake and I broke up” you offered and his eyes widened slightly.

“I’m sorry?” he offered.

“Don’t be. He was nice but it just wasn’t it, you know?”

He nodded, eyes skimming around the room before pulling out his phone. “Here, let me show you some photos from back home.”

You leaned into the comfort of his warmth, your eyes either taking in each photo he selected to show you or tracing the familiar lines of his face as he swiped through his camera roll. He was just so beautiful.

“It looks like a great summer, are you bummed to be back?” you joked and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, I always love coming back to Toronto—this is home too” he replied, eyes boring into yours. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached up to sweep a strand of hair that had fallen into his face, your hand lingering there, cupping his cheek.

“Y/N…” he breathed and you were surprised when his eyes left yours to once again scan the room. His phone lit up, drawing your attention, just as he began. “I actually am…”  

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you cut him off, drawing your hand back, eyes fixed on his lock screen—a gorgeous shot of him with a beautiful woman tucked into his side.

His gaze followed yours and he quickly locked his phone screen, mouth forming a hard line. “No, I’m sorry. I should have been up front but whenever I see you, I just…”

“You just what?” you asked quietly, unable to stop yourself.

“I can only think of keeping you close. Even when I know I can’t, so I’m sorry.”

You sadly shook your head forcing a smile, “No, I did the same thing to you, didn’t I? I get it. I hope she makes you happy Will, have a great season” you assured him, squeezing his shoulder before excusing yourself from the party altogether.

***

Will wasn’t one to believe in fate but it seemed like the stars may be finally aligning as he entered Auston’s apartment to celebrate New Year’s Eve. He’d done his homework this time, enlisting Steph to make sure you weren’t seeing anyone. After your last encounter, his fledgling relationship hadn’t lasted long—not when all he could think about was you. That wasn’t fair to her, so he’d broken things off and thrown himself into the season. It was a contract year for him, he had to focus. But that focus didn’t stop him from noting that some of his best games were ones where he knew you’d be in the crowd.

Will wandered over to the large windows filling Ton’s living room, taking in the city skyline. He’d done a few laps but had yet to see you. Truth be told, he wasn’t in much of a party mood—he just wanted to see you. So, he wondered off from the main party down the hallway to what he knew to be Ton’s guest room for some quiet. He didn’t hear any noise from behind the door so he gently opened it, startling when he saw you curled up on the bed.

You hadn’t noticed the door opening, your head buried in a book with Taylor Swift playing softly from your phone. He took a moment to enjoy the sight before him—you, dressed to the nine’s, feet wrapped in fuzzy socks, eyes fervently scanning the pages before you, heels forgotten beside him by the door.

“Y/N?” he spoke softly, as to not startle you but you jumped anyway.

“Will?” you questioned, your head tilting to the side. “What are you doing here?”

“The New Year’s Eve party, silly, what are you doing locked away in here looking so beautiful?”

He was thrilled when you ducked your head, trying to hide the flattered smile that bloomed on your face. “Promise not to laugh.”

“Scout’s honor” he promised, settling on the foot of the bed.

“I’m on the last book of this fantasy series and I just wanted to make sure everyone got through the battle okay” you chuckled, holding up your nearly finished book. “I said hi to everyone but when I didn’t see you, I just wondered in here to try and finish it before midnight.”

“Well, is everyone safe and sound? I wouldn’t want to disturb you” he teased lightly and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I have like ten pages left” you chuckled. “I’ll come out and join the party in a few, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry” he shrugged, standing up but then stopped himself. “Would you actually care if I hung in here with you? I’m not in much of a party mood.”

“Sure” you beamed, scooting over on the bed to make room for him beside you. He slipped his shoes off, crawling up the bed to settle into your side, arm wrapped around your middle as you lifted your book.

“Is this okay?” he questioned quietly and you hummed in answer.

“Here, just lay down—that way I can rest my book on your shoulders” you motioned towards your lap and he didn’t have to be told twice, settling his head on your satin covered thighs.

A comfortable silence filled the room, broken only by you flipping the pages of your book. Will could stay this way forever, your scent wrapped around him, his breathing slowing to match your own.

As he began drifting off, you closed the book and set it aside. He felt your focus shift fully to him but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to break this peaceful spell. He could have purred when your fingers gently ran through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp whenever your hand returned to the top of his head.

“I’m single” he murmured, nuzzling deeper into your lap.

“I know” you answered and he turned to look up into your eyes, confusion evident there judging by your chuckle. “I asked Stephanie.”

He let out a loud laugh, gently taking your hand in his own, “I may have done the same thing” he admitted, causing you to snort and shake your head.

“So, what does that mean?” you asked quietly.

“Hopefully, it means that when I ask you out, you’ll say yes” he questioned, nerves oddly not coming to his stomach. He knew how long you both had wanted this, the timing just never being quite right.

“Well, I can’t wait to say yes then” you smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his brow bone as your alarm rang from the nightstand. “Oh, time to get up, it’s 11:55.”

He shifted in response, sitting up and stretching, attempting to smooth out his shirt.

“Here” you offered walking towards him, heels firmly on your feet. He paused his fussing, allowing you to straighten his collar and smooth out the wrinkles that had developed on his chest. Your hand gently ran through his hair, settling down any stray hairs that had fallen out of place. “All better. Do I look alright?”

“You look perfect” he said honestly, rising off the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. As you both exited the room, he marveled at how perfectly you fit there, tucked into his side.

The countdown had begun and Will’s eyes scanned the room, noting Auston immediately finding the two of you in the crowd.

“He’s intolerable” you mumbled, eyes also falling on Tony across the room. As the crowd counted down from ten, a giggle rose in his throat as you jokingly raised your middle finger to your cousin before turning back to him.

His hands settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him as your hands cupped his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek. With the New Year beginning, your lips finally met his and he wound his fingers through your hair to pull you closer. As your mouths moved in perfect harmony together, the rightness of this moment settled around him.

As the crowd picked back up again, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?”

“You have a game tomorrow, silly” you answered, chuckling. “But you can take me out the next night.”

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed! Please forgive any typos, I am in fact working through a concussion currently. It turns out writing for Willy has become one of my new favorite things to do. Always happy to hear feedback :)

[sadhours]

See You Again

billy hargrove x female reader

a/n: I exist guys. requests are open!

contents: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f and m receiving), reader thinks she might be a prostitute, p in v

summary: you’re a house keeper, and a hot professional surfer pays you to come clean his house

When you accepted the house keeping job, you hadn’t expected the guy to be sex on legs. But here you are, wearing leggings and a loose white t-shirt, buckets of cleaning supplies in each hand while you look up into the icy blue eyes of Mr. Hargrove. He’s in a sleeveless t-shirt, golden arms on display and board shorts, his hair is wavy and long. His house was huge, you knew he was a professional surfer from your quick phone calls but seeing his house, he must’ve been really good at it. Famous maybe. You didn’t know much about surf boarding, had no clue you could make this much money from it.

“Come in,” he says, opening the door wide, “Sorry. My plans got canceled but I’ll do my best to stay out of your way.”

“Oh, no,” you gush, looking around at the vast foyer as you walk in, this might have been a crew job. You curse yourself for not asking about the square footage of the place. “Don’t even worry about it.”

The house is already clean, so maybe you don’t need more people. It’ll take you a little longer than anticipated but the guys gorgeous so you don’t really mind.

“Here,” he motions towards the hall, “Let me give you a tour.”

The house was decorated pretty minimally. There’s prints of what you assume are him riding waves all over. Tall surfboards line the back wall of the living room. It’s pretty much spotless. A handful of dishes in the sink and a light film of dust on things, but it’s very tidy.

“Your house is beautiful,” you tell him, to which he waves his hand.

“Ah, thanks. It’s a blessing I get to do what I love to afford a place like this. Anyways, I’ll let you get started. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” you nod and set down your buckets.

Billy disappears and you get started with the kitchen, washing the few dishes in the sink and then tackle the stove, oven and fridge. The fridge is pretty empty, but it’s interesting to see what he’s got in it. A six pack of beer and a ton of fresh fruits and vegetables.

Eventually you make your way to the bathrooms, first the guest one which is very obviously unused and you can’t help but think that maybe he’s lonely in such a big house. You push the thoughts aside, you’re here for work. And he might be hot as all hell but you’re professional and besides, a guy that good looking has to have a girlfriend. You finish up the guest bathroom and the half bathroom before starting on the master one. It’s huge. A shower with two nozzles, two vanities, a rather large toilet room and huge bathtub with jets. You’re bent over the bath tub, scrubbing away at the dirt caked on the sides. It’s clear he uses the tub every day. He’s got candles all around it, along with a variety of epsom salts and soaps. As you bring the sponge along the dip of the tub, you feel two hands grabbing at your hips. You crane your head to see Billy standing behind you, biting his lip as he peers at your ass.

“Sorry,” he apologizes but doesn’t move his hands, your thighs start to warm. You’re absolutely frozen, speechless as he smoothes his hand over the curve of your ass and then squeezes. “Couldn’t help myself…” he muses, his breathing a bit labored.

You can tell him to get his hands off of you. Stand up, turn around, slap him across the face with your sudsy glove and storm out. But you can’t recall the last time a man’s been so forward with you and you liked the way his hands felt on you. And god, he’s so fucking gorgeous. He bends over, using the hand that’s not on your ass to move your hair back and whispers in your ear, “You have such a nice ass.”

A moan slips from your lips, causing Billy to squeeze your flesh again. His teeth catch your earlobe as he presses his strained erection against your ass.

“Is this okay?” he asks lowly, nuzzling his nose against the shell of your ear.

“Yes!” you squeak out, throat tight as you struggle to catch your breath.

Billy growls, maneuvering his hand underneath you to grope your tits as he kisses against your jaw. It’s happened so quick, you can’t believe it. Your body is aflame with arousal, your center soaking through your underwear and most likely, your leggings. His lips are soft yet firm, hungry as he litters kisses against your sensitive skin. His fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them over your ass and taking your thong with them. He sits back on his heels, grabbing your ass with both hands and squeezing. He chuckles lowly, “You’re dripping.”

“Mhm,” you mumble out, dropping your head as he dips his head and licks up the slick coating your thighs. “Fuck,” you exhale, squeezing the sponge in your hand.

“Tastes so good,” he compliments and then circles his tongue around your eager hole. The action pulls a desperate whine from your chest. You feel trapped against the edge of the tub, his hands holding you in place as he spreads your cheeks and licks at your glistening folds. His tongue is strong, has all your nerves screaming out in ecstasy as he rolls it expertly up and down, finally prodding at your hole. Billy penetrates you as deep as he can with his tongue, his thumbs holding your lips open for more access. It’s excruciating. Not quite as deep as you need but incredibly pleasurable. He pulls back and then you feel his fingers pressing at your eager cunt. You can hear him spit and before you know it, he’s entering you with the digits. It pushes a moan from you, satisfied yet surprised. Billy pumps his fingers in and out, groaning as he watches.

“You’re gonna take my cock so well,” he forebodes, making your spine tingle in anticipation.

He angles his thick digits just right, hitting the pads of them against your spongy spot and you cry out, eyes crossing and doubling your vision. Suddenly, his thumb finds your clit and he’s rubbing it in tight, quick circles while he pushes repeatedly against that spot deep inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp out, squeezing your eyes shut.

Billy works quick and relentless. The pressure at the pit of your stomach is building at an alarming rate. You can’t even make yourself cum this fast. The man knows what he’s doing. And it’s something you don’t know how to do. It hits you like a ton of bricks. A rush of pleasure tearing through you as you spasm against the tub, voice wrecked with how loud you moan out. Vision goes white, a ringing in your eyes as you ride the waves. You’re panting hard and his fingers are still shoved deep inside you when you come to. Then you feel his tongue, licking up the mess you’ve made and you whine out, squirming while the grip on your hip tightens.

“Billy,” you whimper out, “too much.”

He doesn’t let up, instead moves his mouth down and sucks at your clit. You yelp, your body moving upright. You pull your gloves off, turning your body and pushing him down onto the tile floor. There’s a cocky grin on his face, looking up at you as you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off, tossing it aside and then unhook your bra. You shimmy out of your leggings next, kicking your shoes off and make quick work of peeling Billy’s clothes off his body. When you tug his briefs down, his stiff cock pops out. The tip leaking as it slaps up against his abs. His mouth falls open as you circle your fingers around the base, squeezing slightly. His cock is beautiful. The prettiest one you’ve ever seen. Thick shaft, pulsing vein up the side of it and a plump, shiny tip. Billy lets out this breathless laugh when you squeeze him again.

“Come on,” he drawls, “you can stop staring and get your mouth on it.”

You don’t have to be told twice, lowering yourself and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, peering up at him. Billy exhales, hand knitting into your hair while he tells you, “Atta girl.”

You swallow around him, taking him a bit deeper in quick succession until he’s prodding at the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose, you hold still as you peer up at him. He’s propped up on his elbows so he can watch, eyebrows knit together while he chews on his lower lip. His blue eyes are dark with lust and they widen just slightly as you begin to bob up and down on his pulsing cock. It’s thick, makes your jaw ache but you’re determined to give him an orgasm he’ll remember. You pull off and give kitten licks to the tip, fingers stroking his with ease thanks to the drool coating his shaft. He moans out, lips parting slightly as he rolls his hips up at you. Next, you swirl your tongue around his tip before taking him back in your mouth, humming at the salty but wonderful taste of him and absolutely loving the weight of his cock on your tongue. You lower your hand down and cradle his sack, rolling his balls in your hand which produces a particularly delicious moan from him. The timbre of his voice is intoxicating, makes you work even harder to make him cum. He knits his fingers in your hair and holds you still, jerking his hips up and forcing you to take it. A man that takes what he wants. Something you’d been needing and you didn’t even know it.

Billy chokes out another moan, “I’m close, baby.”

You don’t stop and he whines, “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Gonna swallow every drop, huh?”

He releases, his hot spunk covering your tongue and it’s abnormal how good it tastes. You swallow it with ease and pull off, licking your lips as you peer up at him. He chuckles softly, raising his hands above his head as he catches his breath. The pair of you dress and you tuck your hair behind your ear, “I’ll uh, just finish up then.”

“Alright,” Billy smirks, a twinkle in his eyes. He leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, you try not to melt into it but ultimately fail. But he pulls away first, smacks your butt teasingly and saunters out of the bathroom.

All you have left is sweeping and mopping the expansive house. On shaky legs, you get it done before trailing to his home office. He’s at the computer, typing away when he notices you.

“All finished?” he asks as he stands, grabbing his wallet.

You nod, “Yep. It’s uh… all done.”

Billy smiles, places his hand on your waist as he guides you back to the front door. “We agreed on $250, right?”

“Uhm, yes.”

Billy opens his wallet, pulling out the bills and hands them to you, “Same time next week?”

“Absolutely,” you blush, pocketing the money. You carry your supplies out to the car and get in the front seat before you burst out in giggles, covering your face in utter disbelief that just happened.

***

Next week, you do something embarrassing. Well, you didn’t think it was embarrassing at first but when you actually show up to clean Billy’s house, you realize how foolish it was. You decided to wear an obscenely short skirt and a tank top to clean. But when you knock on the door, an angry looking redhead opens it.

“Uh, hi,” you flush, almost as red as her hair, “Is Mr. Hargrove here?”

“Mr— ew,” she cringes and then opens the door wider, “Billy! There’s a lady asking for you.”

You stand there, feeling ridiculous as you look at the girl. She’s pretty, looks a little too young for Billy but apparently that’s not any of your concern. He jogs up to the door, resting his forearm on the frame as he leans over the young girl and looks you up and down with a seductive smirk on his lips.

“This lady, is my house keeper. Come in,” he steps aside to let you in. “This is my kid sister, Maxine.”

“Max,” she corrects him with a roll of her eyes.

“Hi, Max,” you offer a polite smile. “I’ll just get to work, then.”

“We’ll be out of your hair,” he tells you, “I’m gonna go drop her off.”

You nod and walk further into the house, getting started on the kitchen. You’ve cleaned almost the entirety of the house by the time Billy returns. You’re dusting his bookshelf when you feel strong hands snake around your waist and lips on your ear.

“You usually clean houses dressed like this?” he purrs in your ear.

“No,” you admit, melting into his touch. “Didn’t know you’d have company.”

Billy snorts, “Either did I. Kid showed up on my doorstep. She does that a lot and then acts like she hates me.”

“You two seem close,” you turn to look at him.

“Getting there,” he shrugs, “Didn’t get along when I lived at home. It’s not important.” He smoothes his hand over the swell of your ass, kissing against your neck and then continues, “Wear this just for me?”

Your body ignites with desire but you don’t show it, not that easy. You continue dusting away, but you can’t help tilting your head just enough to give him more access to your skin. “Maybe,” you admit with a sigh.

Billy hums, grazing his fingertips along your bare thighs as he sloppily kisses at your neck. His touch almost has you melting, but you just keep on dusting the same row of books. He bites at your earlobe before he says, “Think you did. Want to drive me insane, don’t you?”

You whimper at the bite, eyes fluttering shut as you drop the feather duster. Billy presses his hips against your ass as he continues in your ear, “It’s working. Can’t wait to stuff you full of my cock.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, gripping onto the sides of the bookshelf as Billy grinds against you.

He mouths at your pulse point, moving his hands around to grope your chest. Your head falls back to rest on his broad shoulder, hand snaking up to lace through his sandy curls. His broad tongue licks up your neck, erection apparent through his shorts against your inappropriate skirt. Suddenly the thought hits you, this is prostitution, right? You’re going to let him fuck you against his bookshelf, mop his floors and take a handful of cash. Sounds a lot like prostitution.

“You can’t pay me,” you gasp out but make no moves to stop him from groping you.

“And why’s that?” he laughs, pinching your perked nipples through your thin top, “You’ve done such a good job. Place looks spotless.”

“Because I’m about to let you fuck me against your bookshelf,” you insist.

“If we move to the bed can I still pay you?” he teases and you whip around.

“I don’t want you to pay me for sex.”

Billy blinks at you, a curious notch in his brow as his lips twitch upwards, “I’m not paying you for that part.”

“But—“

“We agreed on two fifty for cleaning, yeah?”

You nod.

“And what did I give you?”

“Two fifty,” you reply.

His face looks pensive now, tilting his head, “Don’t ya think I would’ve gave you more if I was paying for the sex?”

You hadn’t really thought of it like that. That’s a good point, you figure. Because you really did clean and you would’ve charged the same price had you not sucked him off.

“Okay, fine,” you relent and turn back around, “you can still pay me.”

“Atta girl,” he praises as he spanks you playfully before pulling your skirt up over your ass and hooks his fingers in your panties. He peels them down and you kick them off your ankles. Then you feel the swollen head of his cock rubbing between your cheeks. You sigh out, holding onto the shelves as you spread your legs a little further. His lips are back on your neck as he swirls his tip around your eager hole. He groans, muffled against your skin while he slides the head in. It’s so lovely, stretches just right and he’s huffing the deeper he goes. His breath is hot on your face, fanning against your cheekbone and the slight minty scent raids your senses. You blink up at him, drunk on attraction. God, he’s so pretty. More than pretty. Beautiful, angelic. Golden curls against soft, clear skin and his lips are so pink. He thrusts his hips languidly but deep, holding onto your waist for leverage as he pants against your face.

“Billy,” you whine as he bottoms out, feeling wonderfully full. “Fu-uck…”

“Yeah? Feel good, kitten?” he asks, flicking his tongue against the corner of your mouth, “So perfect, taking me so well.”

“God,” you gush, rocking your ass back against his thick thighs. “So fucking good.”

“Pussy’s so tight,” he growls, low and guttural.

Billy snaps his hips harder, dragging you along his cock as he fills you so deep you feel it in your throat. It’s exhilarating. The fact that you know nothing about this man but there’s this intense, animistic connection between you. The pair of you just cannot control yourselves and that’s why you’re letting this absolutely beautiful stranger fuck you raw in the middle of your cleaning duties. It seems foolish; he’s willing to fuck you without a rubber, how many any women get the pleasure? Because it it’s a pleasure. The heat of his cock, the veins not being cushioned by thin rubber is amazing. And it feels incredibly intimate. Passionate— because it’s so rushed and desperate, that neither of you even thought about a condom.

Billy’s fingers dig into your hips while he pounds into you, panting against your face. He slides his hand down and starts working the pads of his fingers in circles against your clit. It’s over for you. If this doesn’t become a routine, you are absolutely doomed because there’s absolutely no way another man is ever going to fuck you like Billy is now. Books are tumbling down to your feet, his thrusts so powerful that your spine tingles.

“I’m coming,” you gasp, tossing your head back as your orgasm crashes through you.

“Good girl,” he purrs in your ear, “Cum all over my cock. Just like that.”

You whimper, riding out the waves that seem never ending because Billy doesn’t slow down or go easy. He grabs tighter on your hips, driving his cock in deep as he pants against your ear. Billy pulls out, painting your ass cheeks with his hot spunk. He groans as he does so, then spins you around and grabs your jaw, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You’re completely lightheaded from it and you almost collapse when he pats your thigh and asks, “Why don’t you stay for dinner?”

[ellua-aulle]

Albedo x fem? Reader

Themes: fluff, angst, unrequited love (but is it really? *winks*), misunderstandings (but they aren’t annoying)

Summary: You love Albedo but he starts falling in love with Lumine.

Story notes: this starts as fluff which turns into angst which then turn back into fluff. THIS HAS A HAPPY ENDING!!!

Author’s notes: This is my first time writing something this long so I apologize for any spelling errors, grammar errors, or format errors! It is not proofread. Also I kinda wrote this for myself so I imagined a Fem reader but I’m pretty sure the reader’s gender is never mentioned. Please don’t be too harsh but give me tips on things that don’t make sense with the story or aren’t very satisfying! Enjoy!

You loved Albedo. How could you not? He was the first person you met when you came to Mondstadt and although he seemed unfeeling and cold on the outside; he was actually very attentive and sweet. You knew he was capable of love. I mean, he clearly loved Klee, So why couldn’t he love you too?

You would spend hours upon hours with Albedo in his lab in dragonspine. You would assist him with anything he asked of you while you would talk to him about your life and ask questions about his. You felt comfortable whenever you were with him and he seemed to feel the same.

So how did lumine do it? What was different about her? You had gone back to mondstadt in the early afternoon to look after Klee at albedo’s request. While taking care of her you suggested to get some Cecelias and bring them to Albedo. (his favorite flower) Klee agreed and you went out to starsnatch cliffs to gather them.

As you walked up to his lab, you heard Albedo talking to someone. Rare but not uncommon. Rounding the corner into his lab you saw him giving the famous traveler, Lumine, a smile he had only ever given Klee before. Your heart dropped and you froze in your tracks. Klee ran up to Albedo holding the Cecelias.

Klee: “Albedo! We picked some flowers for you!”

She smiled wide and lifted the flowers up to Albedo’s hands. He smiled a loving smile and accepted the flowers.

Albedo: “Thank you very much Klee. These are very beautiful. Did you have any trouble gathering them?”

Klee: “Nope! Y/n got all the ones that I couldn’t reach!”

Albedo’s gaze lifted up to where you were still standing in the entrance to his lab. You watched his smile change ever so slightly as he locked eyes with you. You jolted and walked forward handing him the rest of the flowers.

Y/n: “h… here”

Albedo: “thank you, Y/n”

He turned back to lumine, who was watching the interaction and studied her for a second before tucking one of the flowers behind her ear. You could see a slight tinge of pink at the tips of his ears and you knew it wasn’t because of the cold. You stayed silent as he chatted with Klee for a few minutes before you headed back down the mountain with her. As you walked you felt tears welling behind your eyes. “Why were you so upset? It’s not like you owned him.” you thought to yourself.

The next day you had fleeting hope that the occurrence with lumine was just momentary attraction and nothing more. You were alone with him in the lab again when he suggested you become his apprentice. He could teach you alchemy and help you apply to the knights of favonius. Spending even MORE time with Albedo while also being useful? Yes please!

The weeks that followed were filled with long days learning alchemy with Albedo. To your surprise you had a natural talent for it, especially when creating healing ointments and potions! Albedo commented how you were a good student and how easy it was to teach you. You had to look away to hide the blush spreading on your face.

One particularly cold morning you got the lab earlier than usual. You walk around the corner to greet Albedo with a “good morning” but stop dead in your tracks when you see lumine is also there, sitting on a table while albedo prepares ingredients for your lesson. They are deep in conversation so they don’t notice you at the entryway. Albedo smiles softly to himself as he talks with lumine. You notice he is talking a lot more than he usually does with you though you can’t hear a word they’re saying. Your heart is beating too fast. Something inside you tells you it would be very uncomfortable if you intrude right now, so you decide to wait right outside the lab until the time you usually arrive. You step outside into the crisp cold air and sit down, bringing you knees up to your chest. You look up at the gray overcast sky and snow starts to lightly fall around you. You think back on how Albedo interacts with lumine. You really love him and as much as you wish you could be the person he smiles at everyday, you know that may not be possible.

Despite it being cold in the mountain, the warmth radiating from the lab keeps you comfortable. Combining that with being up earlier than you’re used to, you feel you eyes growing heavy. The last thing you think about before drifting to sleep is how handsome Albedo is when he smiles.

Your eyes flutter open and you see Albedo at a table working on an experiment. He isn’t wearing his coat and you feel very warm. You look around and realize you're sitting on a chair near the alchemy table in the lab. Lumine isn’t anywhere to be seen. You shift slightly and notice you have extra clothing on. It’s Albedo’s coat. Why does he have to get your hopes up like this?

You sigh and he turns his head to look at you.

Albedo: “Ah. Good morning, Y/n.” Y/n: “Albedo…? How did I get here?”

He shrugs and replies bluntly.

Albedo: “I carried you inside. You would’ve caught a cold if you stayed out there.”

Y/n: “Oh. Thank you.”

You’re searching for something else to say. Something to keep the conversation going, but you can’t find any words. There is a minute long silence between you two as Albedo finishes writing the results of his experiment. He stands up and walks over to you. You assume he’s going to ask for his coat back so you start to take it off. He notices you doing this and stops you.

Albedo: “you can keep it on if you want.”

Before you can respond he hugs you tightly.

Y/n: “wha-?”

You are surprised but not upset. You hug back. After a minute Albedo moves away while still holding your shoulders. When he speaks next his voice is soft and full of relief.

Albedo: “why did you do that? I was so worried when you didn’t show up for your alchemy lessons.”

Y/n: “I… thought it would be awkward if I intruded in your… moment with Lumine”

Albedo: “My… Moment…? Oh. You mean the conversation I was having with her? Yes that probably would been quite awkward for you.”

Upon seeing your wounded expression he explained further.

Albedo: “But not for the reason you probably think. You see, Y/n… I….”

He stops talking and sighs. His cheeks turn a slight pink.

Albedo: “Y/n. I think I am in love with you.”

Y/n: “What?! But- but I thought you liked Lumine?”

Albedo: “Ah… are you referencing the day where I tucked the flower in her hair? In retrospect I will admit that was childish of me... I was upset that you hadn’t noticed my feelings so I tried to make you jealous.”

Y/n: “What about the conversation you had this morning? I clearly saw you look very much in love while talking to her.”

Albedo: “We were talking about you.”

His words make your face heat up.

Y/n: “So this whole time… you were in love with me?”

Albedo: “Yes.”

Albedo gently tucks your hair behind one ear. With his other hand he puts a Cecelia behind that same ear. He leans in close and kisses your cheek.

Albedo: “Think of that as my apology.”

His smile is full of love. So YOU were the one he was in love with the whole time. You think about how you acted and feel silly.

Y/n: “Apology accepted.”

You lean in kiss him.

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Not About the Sleep

Alastor x Reader (Queer-Platonic) ft. Bestie Lucifer

A/N: I've been Going Thru It this last week, but I've been wanting to post something for ya'll for months. So I wrote this for myself to share :)

Your phone was on the other end of the room. It buzzed occasionally, but you never bothered to get up and check it. Curling in on yourself, you closed your eyes, waiting to drift back off to sleep. 

A few knocks on your door caused you to inhale sharply. 

“Helllooooo? You in there? You alive?” It was Lucifer. You ignored the concerned edge in his voice. 

“I’m alive,” you responded back, not bothering to move or open your eyes. “I’m just tired.”

There was a long pause. “Wellllll… Can I come in? Is that okay?” Lucifer then started muttering, “Will Alastor kill me if I go in? No, there’s no way. Well, maybe? Gah! I don’t know.”

When there wasn’t a response, you heard the door creak open lightly. Opening your eyes, you managed to sit up a little. Lucifer stood in the doorway, dressed casually. He was fidgeting with his apple cane, looking around at your messy room. 

“Oh, man,” he whispered, before clearing his throat. “Do you… want to come downstairs? For lunch? Charlie cooked this time, she’s excited to show you.”

Sighing a little, you shook your head. “I’m alright. Thanks for the offer, though.” You’d expected that to be it, already grabbing the covers to pull back over your shoulders. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lucifer sounded serious this time, more serious than he’d ever spoken to you before. 

“I’m just tired, Luci.” You gave him a small smile to reassure him, but he didn’t look reassured. “Just need some sleep, that’s all.”

Lucifer swallowed. He stopped fidgeting now, his apple cane firmly on the ground. “You’ve been sleeping for over fifteen hours. You and I both know it’s not about sleep at this point.”

You were quiet. Logically, you knew he was right. Of course he was right. He’d know the best of everyone here. But you just wanted to sleep. There was nothing a little sleep couldn’t fix, right? You’d be right as rain by dinner, you were sure of it. 

“I’m fine, Lucifer.” Your tone was colder than you’d meant it to be, silently apologizing to your first. “Tell Charlie I’ll have some of her leftovers or something later.” 

Pulling the covers over your head, you firmly shut your eyes and waited for sleep to take you again. That was all you needed. Just a little more sleep. 

As Lucifer pulled the door closed, you could’ve sworn you’d heard him say something, but you missed it. 

Bringing your knees to your chest, you considered Lucifer’s words. “We both know it’s not about sleep at this point.” He was wrong, surely. You hadn’t gotten like that in ages, not since Alastor had come back. You’d been fine for so long, and you were always able to catch it. Always able to say something, to let someone know you needed help. You would know if something was wrong. And nothing was wrong. You were just tired. That was it. 

But what if he was right? What if it was getting bad again? You couldn’t bear to think about it, especially now that Alastor was here to talk reason into you. The things you’d considered while Alastor was gone scared you even now, and you had sworn you’d never let things get that bad ever again. 

You were just overreacting, that was all. It was the weather, surely, or something like that. Everything would be fine. Everything was always fine. It was fine. You were fine. 

Your senses came to you slowly. You must’ve finally fallen back to sleep, but who in their right mind would wake you back up? What part of, “I just need some sleep,” did people not understand? 

The crackling of jazz music is what you heard first, followed by the familiar sound of Alastor’s humming. It was dark outside now (not that it made a difference with the curtains closed) and a few lights had been turned on in your room. The entire place was filled with dim, orange light. 

Oh, no. Not Alastor. Of all people, you really didn’t want to see Alastor. 

There was no pretending to be asleep around Alastor. He could usually hear as soon as you woke up and your breathing picked up again. With a groan, you sat up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

“Ah! Good evening, my dear!” Alastor said cheerily. He was folding your clothes at your desk. The same clothes, you realized, that had been laying in a basket untouched for a week. “I took the liberty of cleaning your room for you, I do hope you don’t mind.”

“Alastor, why… I…  thought I locked the door after Lucifer left.” A glass of water sat at your bedside, still cold. You obviously hadn’t put it there.

“You did!” Alastor smiled. “I don’t care for locks, you know. Do drink some water, dearest.”

You couldn’t help but scowl at him, but Alastor was quick to match your gaze. Rather than start an argument you knew you’d lose, you drank some of the water as asked. Actually, you ended up drinking the whole glass. You hadn’t even realized how thirsty you were. 

“Imagine my surprise when Lucifer, of all people, came to tell me he was worried about you. I laughed at him, of course. Worried about you? Preposterous! You’d tell me if you were ill, I assured him, but…” Alastor paused, folding your final piece of laundry. “Dear Husker informed me how my absence affected you, so I thought a little drop-in wouldn’t hurt.”

“Fuck those guys,” you muttered to yourself, massaging the bridge of your nose. “I just need some sleep, Al, I’ll be fine.”

“That’s what I said!” Alastor declared, clearly happy someone agreed with him. “But then Miss Charlie went on and on about some sort of ‘mental health’ nonsense. It was all quite annoying.”

Alastor started skillfully putting your clothes away. It was clear he knew exactly where everything went. How, you had no idea, but this was Alastor we were talking about. 

He continued, “but I saw the sorry state of your room! How appalling! But I wasn’t about to wake you, so I did a little spring cleaning. Rosie is always telling me how a little cleaning can do a lot to improve a person’s mood. Speaking of Rosie, she was telling me about the most dastardly customer she had to deal with the other day! I brought back a little bit of them for you.”

So you sat there in your bed, listening to Alastor talk about his week while he cleaned your room. It did manage to bring a small smile to your face, especially once Alastor started slipping jokes into his stories. 

You were going to have to get Lucifer and Husk back for ratting you out, but that was a problem for later. For now, all you had to worry about was Alastor not rearranging your whole room so he could do who-know-what to it. And you’d have to tell Rosie she was right about the whole cleaning thing, but part of you knew it wasn’t just about the cleaning.

[yvesssssssss]

heyyy if this is too much/too uncomfortable of an ask, feel free to ignore it by not responding to it. Could you do a type of scenario where reader has panic disorder (panic attacks consistently) and hasn’t told shin (her fiancé) about it yet, but when one of her biggest panic attacks starts while he’s sleeping, she gets up to like go to the balcony or just out of the room to calm down, until she’s met with shin and she’s like forced to tell him about it and he comforts her (puts her hand on his heart to try and steady her breathing) and when she calms down, he kisses her all over and like promises her that he’ll try to be there for her maybe?

Again I apologize if this is pretty dark and uncomfortable, I myself have panic disorder and it would be really nice to read something like this for comfort you know? (Oh and I hope this doesn’t sound like me guilt tripping you into writing this, I 100% will understand if you don’t want to write this.) i also apologize for my lack of good explanation, i kinda suck at those. But yeah, if you’re not up to it, you can delete the ask and I’ll understand.) thanks again and take your time, the best work of a writer comes from time and energy. Your writing is super inspiring by the way, almost makes me want to write <3

Steady

Please don’t apologize — I’m so glad you felt comfortable sharing this with me. What you asked for is not too much at all. It’s real, it’s important, and you’re not alone in this. You did an amazing job expressing yourself, and I’m truly honored to write something that might bring you comfort. Your feelings are valid, and you deserve all the care in the world. If it ever helps to talk or read more comforting stories, I’m here for you. And if you ever feel inspired to write yourself, know that I’m rooting for you every step of the way. You’re strong, and you’re not alone.

The room was quiet, wrapped in the deep navy silence of early morning. The soft sound of Shin’s breathing—slow and even beside you—should’ve been enough to ground you. But your chest felt tight. That familiar, choking pressure had started building again. You stared at the ceiling, willing yourself to breathe, to move, to not panic.

But it was happening anyway.

Your throat burned. Your fingers trembled. The air felt too thick, too thin, wrong. You couldn’t cry—your body wouldn’t even give you that. Just this wide-eyed, frantic dread that never made any sense but always felt like the end of the world.

You slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, your legs unsteady. The balcony. Just get to the balcony. Maybe if you could see the sky, maybe if you were alone, it would pass.

You didn't hear Shin stir behind you.

Didn’t hear him call your name softly when the blanket shifted and you weren’t there.

Didn’t hear his footsteps until the door creaked open and he whispered, “Y/n?”

You turned, arms wrapped around yourself, shoulders rigid. Caught.

Your breath hitched painfully. “Shin. I—I was just getting some air.”

He blinked, eyes adjusting to the faint blue light outside. His hair was sleep-mussed, his voice raspy. He looked at you for maybe two seconds too long, and then he took a step forward, something unreadable flashing across his face.

“Your hands are shaking,” he said gently.

“I’m fine,” you said too fast.

He reached out but didn’t touch you—not yet. “You’re not.”

You tried to smile, to laugh it off, to run back into the dark like a secret. “It’s nothing. I just—sometimes I get like this. It’s stupid, I should’ve told you sooner—”

“Hey.” His voice cut through your spiraling thoughts. Not harsh. Not angry. Just... solid. Grounding.

“I get panic attacks,” you finally whispered, the words tiny and brittle. “A lot. They don’t always make sense. They just happen. I didn’t want you to think I’m broken.”

Shin’s face didn’t change. No pity. No confusion. Just Shin, quiet and strong and here.

“C’mere,” he said softly, stepping closer. “Come here.”

When you didn’t move, he did instead—closing the distance and taking your hand in both of his. Then, gently, he brought your palm to his chest and held it there, over his steady, thudding heart.

“Breathe with me,” he murmured. “Just try.”

You could feel the rhythm—slow, firm, reliable. His heart, beating as if the world hadn’t just collapsed inside your chest.

“Can’t,” you whispered. “It won’t slow down.”

“It will. I’ve got you.”

He stayed like that—his hand over yours, yours over his heart—until your breathing stopped hitching, until your fingers stopped trembling. His forehead touched yours and he just breathed with you, anchoring you, never rushing.

When your body finally began to unclench, your chest still a little sore but manageable, he kissed your cheek. Then your forehead. Your temple. Soft, grounding kisses like he was trying to press calm into your skin.

“You are not broken,” he said, fierce and warm. “Don’t you ever think that.”

Tears welled up before you could stop them, and he wiped them with his thumb like they didn’t scare him at all.

“You don’t have to go through this alone anymore,” he said, pressing another kiss to your brow. “Even if it’s the middle of the night. Even if I’m asleep. I want to be there for you. Let me.”

You nodded, voice too thick to speak. He pulled you into his arms and you sank into him, his heartbeat still steady beneath your ear.

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel ashamed of the panic.

You just felt held.

[pestoskopi]

Pines twins au where Ford is in his 50s but Stanley is 23 years old. (Explanation below the cut)

A homeless Stan finally admits defeat and shows up on his brother’s door step with tears streaming down his face and he’s greeted the same way as he was in the show. It takes Ford a minute to realize who the person in front of him is but when he gets a good look at the kids face he drops his weapon with a soft; “Stanley…?”

Stan can’t even get out an apology for randomly showing up before Ford immediately kicks into older brother mode and bombards Stan with questions. Asking what’s wrong, what happened, are mom and dad okay, how’s Sherman? Stan tells him Fillbrick kicked him out and he has no where to go.

Ford doesn’t even think twice before telling Stan he can stay with him. He couldn’t stand the thought of turning his baby brother away when he had no where else to go. They hadn’t talked since Stan was 17 but he knew that his brother never asked for help, he always figured out his problems on his own.

So the fact he was standing here, on Ford’s porch, repeating apologies in between sobs and mentally cursing himself for doing exactly what Fillbrick said he would do, was a big deal. Ford tries to calm him; he pulls Stan into his chest and holds onto him tightly, telling him that it’s okay and that he’s here now.

When Stanley does calm down, Ford brings him inside so he’s not out in the cold for any longer. He gets him settled onto the couch and makes him hot chocolate. Stanley is able to better explain what happened and Ford listens silently, waiting for Stan to finish before he gives his opinion.

He finishes his statement with letting Stan know that as long as he’s alive he will //always// have a place to stay and have someone to love him. He panics when his little brother starts to cry again except this time it’s tears of relief instead of sadness.

Stan rambles on about how life was after Ford left. He repeated a few times how lonely he was and Ford felt a stab of guilt everytime the words left his mouth. Leaving was the hardest decision he had ever made.

His baby brother was his everything, he was the entire reason Ford stayed in New Jersey for so long. He wrote to Stan in the years they were apart but never heard anything back. He had always assumed it was because Stanley was mad at him for leaving him and the letters became less and less frequent until eventually they stopped.

He knew now though that, it couldn’t be true, because Ford was the first person Stanley came to when he gave up. He was the first person he broke down to. And the first person he admitted how lonely he was to.

Stanley didn’t do that. Everyone in his life knew that. He didn’t give up, he didn’t ask for help, he didn’t //want// help, and he certainly didn’t admit so easily how he was feeling inside.

But Stan was exhausted and hurting. His body ached from sleeping in his car and his mind felt gone. Sometimes he would push his seat back and stare up at the ceiling and by the time he snapped out of his trance, hours had gone by.

His head buzzed painfully and his mind swirled in bouts of dizziness occasionally. He was tired of feeling this way and knew very well he couldn’t go on like that.

That first night at Fords cabin was probably the best Stan had slept in months. Maybe years.

He had forgotten how nice it was to sleep on an actual mattress, and how nice it was to be able to relax and not feel as vulnerable.

He never had window covers for his car. He swore for months to get them and never did. So now sleeping in a secure room, in his brothers house was the best feeling to him.

I’m not sure how to end this little rant so yeah, that’s it :) I’m excited to actually write stuff for this!!

And all credits to Wolfy for this idea!!! I saw their art from 2024 and couldn’t help myself because they are so cutie :(

Even tho they’re the same age I’ve always thought of Ford as the older brother and just about screamed when I saw Wolfys post.

I needed to write something for them cause I’m also a HUGE fan of mullet Stan and I need more opportunities to write about him :)

(This also is lowkey inspired by @artsymeeshee because I love love love her art and it makes me want to write more cuddly Pines twins and this little au seems perfect for that :))

[floweryvibes]

Puppet Darling - Part 6

Credit: Inspired by @wallflowers-in-the-wind’s post here.

Warning: Rhysand being as asshole, again. Also, mind meddling.

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Rhysand wasn’t sure how many liquor glasses he had already destroyed, but he was sure it was many. He slumped in his office chair, staring up at the ceiling.

She ran.

He still couldn’t actually believe it.

She ran, and got away with it.

He felt a small laugh escape him.

I mean, I shouldn’t really be this surprised. Feyre had always been quick on her feet - when permitted.

A knock sounded on his office door.

Definitely Cassian, he’s the only one that makes me think the door will fly off the hinges.

Rhysand leaned back in his chair, “Come in.”

His brother peered inside the office, a ginger smile spreading over his rough features upon seeing the office’s demolished state. A tuft of blonde hair appeared for a second behind the Illyrian warrior.

Ah, Morrigan too. Wonderful.

Rhysand smiled, “Are you going to just hangout at the doorway or actually step in?”

Cassian obeyed, followed by Mor, whose eyes immediately narrowed as she took in the office’s state.

“Don’t you think you went a little hard on the whiskey?” Cassian tried to lighten the mood, walking over to the liquor cabinet, “I mean what has the bourbon done to you?”

Rhysand gave him the obligatory laugh.

Morrigan tensed, uncomfortable.

“Rhysand…why did Nesta leave?” Cassian’s voice was quiet.

Rhysand smiled, “You know Nesta, Cassian. She’s always been like this. An unreliable bitch.”

His brother’s hand tightened into a fist, but didn’t call him out.

Rhysand couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips.

It was honestly adorable watching his dear brother try to process this.

No wonder Eris kept so many of his around: endless entertainment.

Cassian shook his head, “But what of Feyre? Rhysand, it doesn’t make sense. Why would Feyre run?”

Rhysand had been mulling over what lies to feed them the past several days.

“Me and Feyre got into an argument.”

True, albeit it was a perpetual one, but still, true.

“We…I in particular, said some things I shouldn’t have said.”

Displace blame onto myself to seem like a responsible party.

Rhysand smiled remorsefully, “I apologized of course, but she said she wanted some space. So, I am respecting her choice.”

Cassian nodded, somewhat satisfied by the response, “But why did she bring Nesta with her?”

“Nesta comforted Feyre after the argument took place, so she and Elain decided to bring their sister along.”

“Nesta? Comfort? Never thought I would hear those words in the same sentence.” Amren leaned against the doorway, black jewelry adorning her neck, “I highly doubt she has the capacity for empathy.”

Cassian’s knuckles turned white, but once again didn’t say anything.

Rhysand gently probed his brother’s, checking if the subtle ‘suggestions’ he had planted still held their root.

Not that he was speaking out, but his discomfort unnerved him.

You shouldn’t even be concerned when something of that sort is said regarding her.

‘She’s spiteful.’

‘She’s Illyrian.’

‘She’s hurtful.’

‘She’s dangerous.’

‘She’s a threat.’’

‘She’s strong.’

‘She’s empathetic.’

Rhys frowned.

‘I love her.’

Rhysand did a double take on the last thought, quickly pushing it beneath the ‘she let Feyre hunt.’

A mating bond truly was a force of nature.

Rhys had already placed many subtle thoughts into Cassian’s mind. Little reminders that perhaps Nesta wasn’t as amazing as he had thought. Perhaps she was just a little too rambunctious. Too hard to control

“What was the argument about?” Cassian asked.

Rhysand glanced through his brother’s thoughts and memories once more, retreating with a mental sigh.

Editing this mess of a brain now would only worsen the situation.

Rhysand, despite everything, didn’t particularly want to break Cass’s mind.

He wouldn’t be Cass anymore if I did that.

“I think it best for me to tell my side of the story only once Feyre returns, I don’t wish to be too biased.”

Mor didn’t say anything, choosing to stare at a destroyed cabinet.

Nothing to say dear cousin?

Mor restrained a flinch at his voice in her mind.

‘No Rhys.’

You look tense.

‘I am fine Rhys.’

Rhys rolled his eyes at the blatant lie, trying to reach down the mating bond once more, giving it a firm tug, but to no avail; Feyre didn’t tug back.

I will give her time, if she wants it.

Rhys traced the rim of his glass.

She’d eventually see that the Night Court was the best place for her.

Azriel’s shadows made their presence known before he himself appeared, startling Mor as a result. 

What a flighty female.

An apologetic look flashed across the male’s face as the blonde shifted away from him.

This time Rhysand didn’t tug on the bond, simply feeling, trying to gauge as much as he could of Feyre’s well-being. 

Calm. Happy? Calm. Nervous. Worried. Happy?

The bond prattled off, jumping from place to place within minutes.

Well, at least she wasn’t hurt.

Rhys took comfort in that, but the positive feelings stabbing at him down the bond made him scowl.

When was the last time she was that relaxed around him?

“I have tracked down Elain.”

The room froze, Rhysand’s fingers drumming against the desk thoughtfully.

“Where?”

“Spring Court.”

“Ha…” Rhysand restrained the urge to throw the table against the wall. 

“Spring? Bold.” Amren mused.

Rhysand shot the fae a glare, only to be met by her steel expression.

“Why would they go to Spring?” Cassian stared at Azriel in confusion, his wings flaring slightly, “Tamlin abused Feyre! She fled from there!”

“Perhaps he kidnapped them?” Amren suggested coyly.

The thought made Azriel and Cassian growl but Rhys’s mind was elsewhere.

She ran to him. She trusts him over me.

“Azriel. Mor. You two will go to retrieve Elain and Feyre respectively.”

I’d go myself but that would mean war.

Rhysand was a patient man. He could wait a little bit before seeing his darling once more.

“What about Nesta?” Cassian pipped in.

“Mor will get Nesta too.”

Guess we can’t forget about her either.

“I can get her.” Cassian offered.

“No, Morrigan will go.”

Considering that my power isn’t enough for you right now Cass, I’d prefer to not stage any experiments.

“Use violence if necessary.” Rhys ordered.

“Rhys…” Cassian muttered.

Azriel nodded, his shadows slipping away from their hiding spots near Rhysand and returning to him, his eyes gleaming anew at the prospect of violence.

Mor remained neutral. 

“When I give an order, I expect it to be done now.” Rhysand smiled, annoyed that they hadn’t taken their leave yet.

“It may take some time to bring them back.” Mor finally spoke up, “Tamlin has most likely hidden them somewhere in his court that is concealed to outsiders.”

Rhysand’s hand twitched into a fist before relaxing upon hearing his name.

“I understand  but I am sure you two, powerful, competent faeries, are up for the task, no?” he held Mor’s gaze, “Or am I mistaken?”

Are you useless now?

Azriel slipped away into his shadows and Mor quickly winnowed away.

Rhysand looked over to an amused Amren and a concerned Cassian. 

“Go. I wish to be alone right now.”

“Rhys, are you sure-” Cassian tried.

“Go.”

Rhysand waited for their footsteps to disappear behind the closed office door, before flicking the table before him into the wall, causing it to break into millions of splinters. 

She dares to run from me? To go back to him after everything I gave her? 

Rhysand took a deep breath but it did little to soothe his anger.

I made her into a queen.

He stood up, stepping over the debris covering his office. He’d need to summon the servants to clean it up.

Is this what you do Feyre? Make a male fall head over heels for you and then waltz away to whatever new eye candy captures your interest?

He knew it was immature when he grabbed at the mating bond, giving it an extra painful tug. 

Rhys felt Feyre shudder, but the walls she had put up remained. 

Whatever was happening on the other end clearly soothed Feyre quickly, as the bond’s  trembles subsided, replaced by a calm feeling, instead of the usual nervousness his meddling brought.

Rhysand laughed. A cold, dark sound filling the room and echoing off its walls.

It seems that I have been too lenient with my favorite toys.

The calm continued to be present on Feyre’s side of the bond, only growing stronger.

Treasure this feeling while you can darling. You won’t get to have it for much longer.

Next: Part 7

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