#hm. if only the bleeding would stop

[restinslices]

A short lil thing based on a dream I had because sharing is caring

CW; smut, Remmick is eating bloody kewchie so this is NAWT gonna be everyone’s cup of tea. Also bitch ignore that blood clots exists. Don’t stress me out

Remmick had wrapped his arms around your waist, his chest pressed firmly against your backside as his nose trailed against a vein he could see in your neck. “When you gon’ stop bein’ mad at me? Hm?” He asked, “need to taste you but you won’t let me”.

“You couldn’t even if I wasn’t mad at you. Started bleeding yesterday”.

“So?”.

You should’ve known better than to think that something that small would stop Remmick from taking what he wanted.

Nah. Needed was a better word.

Because to Remmick, having his face in between your legs wasn’t something he casually wanted. It was something he desperately needed. Something he craved. He craved having his lips wrapped around your clit more than a starving man craved food. He’d likely kill a man if it meant he’d be rewarded by the taste of your cunt, even if it was for just a moment.

There was a type of delight one gets when they eat a fruit full of sweet juice, ripe and fulfilling as you bite into it.

That was the type of satisfaction he got when you let him taste you.

There was always a type of gentleness with Remmick. At least when he set you down. Like he didn’t wanna hurt you before the fun could begin. He would carry you to your bed, set you down gently, leave soft kisses up your thighs that would slowly turn to bites and by the time he actually got to what he craved, he would drink like a man dying of thirst. Desperately, eagerly, he would lick you, humming when his tongue reaches your insides and you tug at his hair.

Never in a million years would he neglect your clit. He’d toy with it, watching you squirm as he applied more pressure and vigor. The more you begged and squirmed, the faster he would go.

And when you finally came, he needs it to be in his mouth and he needs to swallow it. None of that “ugh, I hate the taste of cum”. He needed yours to get through another day.

So with all of that in mind, what made you think he’d stop just because mother nature had paid a visit? Women bled. He knew this. Didn’t matter to him. Your cunt was still the same cunt he fell in love with.

Fingers bloody, mouth even bloodier, he drank from your fountain until you finished on his tongue.

Your breathing heavy, you attempted to close your legs only to have them pushed open again.

“Just once more” he begged, eyes on your clit. “Just need to taste you one more time, okay?”.

You couldn’t say no to such a cute face, now could you?

A/N; Where the hoes making Sinners pfps? HURRY UP-

Ya’ll why I click on who made the gif after I post and they also made a period sex smut thing but it’s way longer? BITCH, GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE

[jaeyunnz]

𝕯𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝖋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢

heeseung + f¡reader ♡

WARNINGS — dom!heeseung, reader¡sub, teasing in public, fingering, dirty talk, raw sex (stay safe, don't do it.) public sex, he calls her slut, squirting, praising, pet names. this is proofread!!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

The both of you are at a mall, in a small shop to buy a drink. Heeseung is standing behind you but your body stiffens as you feel a large, rough hand snake beneath your skirt. The cotton of your panties is the only barrier between you and his fingers. "can you stay quiet, love?" A deep voice murmurs against your neck. His fingers moves in slow circles, making your underwear grow damp. You let out a quiet gasp and arch your back against his chest, "h-heeseung what are you doing?-"

he chuckles softly, his breath tickling your ear as he continues to rub your pussy through your panties, "just keeping you company, baby..." he presses his hand firmly against your pussy, applying slight pressure. "you're so wet, it's leaking through your panties, princess." In a desperate attempt to keep quiet, you bite down on your lower lip, almost hard enough for it to bleed. "b-baby stop it, i cant..-"

he ignores your protests, his hand moving in circular motions against your pussy, "shhh, baby... just a little longer." he slips a finger under your panties, gently stroking your clit. "oh, you're so sensitive today." he starts to rub your clit in quick, gentle circles. You squeeze your thighs tightly together, looking around the shop nervously as anyone could see at this moment. "h-heeseung ah mmph..." you try everything to tell him to stop, because the risks of getting caught was high.

You didn't even understand how heeseung was so calm about it, but everytime you tried to speak up it would come out as a moan, words weren't forming. He smirks and leans in closer, his finger continuing to rub your clit, "see? your enjoying it aren't you? you can't even talk right now." he adds another finger, slowly moving it up and down your slit. "i bet if i slipped my fingers inside you right now, you'd fucking melt."

You swallow hard, pressing your lips tightly together to keep quiet. At this point your trying to find something to grip onto because your legs feel numb from the intense pleasure. "h-heeseung dont i... i cant keep quiet much longer mph-" he ignores your plea, his fingers finally slipping inside your soaked pussy, curling inside you and rubbing your g-spot. Your about to let out the loudest gasp that could've potentially got you guys busted, but Heeseung quickly clamped his hand over your mouth to keep quiet. "that's right, baby.. you can't hm?" his fingers start moving quickly and firmly inside your pussy. "oh fuck, you're so tight." His dirty talk and fingers feels so good it causes you to throw your head back against his shoulder.

he holds you in place with one arm, his other hand continuing to finger fuck you, "i love how wet and messy you get, baby." You start clenching around his fingers tightly, moaning quietly into his palm. "b-baby please stop i-" he chuckles and buries his face in your neck, his fingers pumping faster. "but look at you, already clenching around my fingers. you're so close, aren't you babydoll?" You squirm around slightly, his fingers moving at a brutal pace inside you, causing you to whimper. "i-im gonna... im trying to hold it. b-baby someone will see..."

he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin, "i know baby, but your being such a good girl... staying so quiet for me hm?" he rubs his thumb against your clit, applying pressure, "come on, baby.. cum for me." When those words slip out of his mouth, you roll your eyes to the back of your head and cum all over his fingers, your panties completely soaked. He feels your pussy clench tightly around his fingers as you climax, a smug smirk spreading across his face. "there... that's my good girl." he slowly pulls his fingers out, admiring the wetness glistening on them. "fuck, baby, look at what you've done." You immediately go to fix your skirt, your face is flushed while looking around the shop. Surprisingly no one noticed?

He gently turns you around and pulls you close, his fingers still coated with your wetness. "you're completely soaked," he licks his lips, slowly putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking your cum off. "damn, that's how I know you needed it." gripping onto his shoulders to balance yourself as your legs now feel like putty, glaring up at him. "I-idiot," you mutter under your breath, he raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly at your remark. "yeah but you liked it babygirl."

Scoffing at him, you hide your face in his chest while he slowly adjusts your skirt. "but fuck, baby, every time you cum like that... it makes me hard as hell." You bite your lower lip and look up at him, "oh really, are you?" his eyes flick down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again, his smirk turning mischievous. "you wanna check?" he chuckles, adjusting himself through his pants. "go ahead, reach down and see if you can feel it, princess." he dares you with a raised eyebrow.

Looking around the shop one last time before bringing your hand down, touching and stroking the front of his pants, feeling the bulge in his pants. He grins and bites his lower lip, letting out a soft groan as you touch him through the fabric. "fuck, baby..." he looks around, making sure no one is watching before grabbing your wrist. "you keep touching me like that, n' I'm gonna drag you to the parking lot n' fuck you." You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow, whispering in his ear quietly, "i don't have a problem with that."

He freezes, looking down at you with wide eyes and a shocked expression. "the fuck kinda answer is that?" he laughs softly, shaking his head. You give him an annoyed glare before speaking up, "you requested it asshole." He chuckles, wrapping his hands around your waist and leaning down to your level, "i was just joking, but now that you agreed to it i might have to bend you over my car and fuck you." He gently nibbles on your ear as your arms move around his neck, "do it then, i won't stop you." He swallows thickly, his hard-on growing even more at your response. "uh... fuck." he looks around one more time before making his decision. "fuck it." he suddenly spins you around and picks you up.

He makes it to the parking lot and bends you over the front of his car, grinding his hardness against your ass. You let out a soft moan and move your hips back on him. he groans loudly, his cock throbbing with need. "fuck, the things you do to me..." he reaches around and hikes up your skirt, exposing your soaked panties. "these are a fucking disaster, baby. might as well rip them off hm?"

He smirks and tears your panties off with one quick motion, making both of you gasp. "holy fuck." he balls up the ruined fabric and shoves it in his pocket, then runs his fingertips over your bare ass. "you have no idea how crazy you're making me right now." He undoes his belt with shaky fingers, then his jean buttons and zipper.

"shit... anyone could walk by right now, n' they'd see me fucking my girl against my car." he runs his cock through your folds, coating it in your wetness which causes you to tilt your head back, moaning. "w-we should... make this quick then," you say in a strained needy voice. he chuckles darkly and rubs his tip against you before slamming into you without warning, making you both gasp. "dammit," he starts thrusting into you hard and fast, holding your hips down onto the car. "you feel so good like this..."

Your body gets overwhelmed with the pleasure, back arching against him and your fingers digging into the hood of the car, which could leave a scratch mark on the material. The sounds you let out are so loud it echoes throughout the parking lot. He slams his hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds, "shh... fuck, baby, your pussy.." he speeds up his thrusts, hitting deep inside. "your such a dirty little girl, letting me fuck you like this huh?" his voice drops to a whisper as you whine and whimper against his palm, "m-mmph h-hah!"

He shoves even deeper now, his breathing coming in ragged pants. "fuck, you're taking it so good baby." he bites down on your shoulder through your shirt, wanting to muffle his own moans. if someone walks by, they'd see his cock disappearing inside you. You start desperately moving your hips up and down on his cock, he groans, thrusting harder and hitting your deepest spots. "fuck. you really are a dirty slut, aren't you? getting fucked against my car and crying out like a bitch in heat." Drool starts dripping down the corners of your mouth, dripping down to your neck, "h-harder ah!"

He leans down and grins against your ear, his own climax building rapidly. he starts pounding into you at an insane pace, the car shaking with the force of his thrusts. "shiitttt... fucking take it, slut." he bites your earlobe hard. Your practically screaming from the sensation of him inside of you, your inner walls squeezing tight around his length. He buries his face in your neck, muffling his own loud groans as he buries himself to the hilt inside you. "fuck, I'm close... i'm gonna nut so fucking hard." he speeds up his thrusts, chasing his climax.

"m-me too a-ah hmph..." his thrusts are so deep that his pelvis is pressing against your ass. His whole body tenses as he reaches his peak, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he unleashes a massive load deep inside your spasming pussy. "fuck fuck fuck!" he holds you in place, his cock jerking and spurting load after load into your cunt. "a-ah heeseung!" You moan out loudly one last time before reaching your climax as well, squirting all over him.

He pants heavily, still keeping you pinned to the car as the last spurts of cum dribble from his sensitive cock. "holy shit..." he slowly pulls out, watching his load leak from your pussy. "look at that. public fucking is definitely your kink." He collapses ontop of you, the both of you laying there breathless for a moment. "s-shut up," you reply to him as he lets out a soft chuckle, kissing your neck gently. "we should get dressed and drive home before someone sees." You nod and the both of you quickly get dressed.

Heeseung picks you up and puts you into the passenger seat, leaning in to kiss your lips gently. "i love you my pretty girl." You smile weakly and peck the corners of his lips, "i love you too."

💘: i put way more work into this than i wanted to ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

[im-sleepdeprived]

can you do one where peter gets hurt a little bit and gets all whiny and crap and the reader is trying so hard to stay focused. LOVE YOUR STORIES BRO!!!!!

I LOVE THIS IDEA !!! it’s definitely such a peter thing to do. here’s a short, cutesy little thing, i hope you like it and im sorry it took me so long to get back to you💞✨ !! warnings are just peter being a big whiny baby whose desperate for affection, small mentions of injuries, 1,3k wc <333

“Ow!”

“Peter, be quiet! Stop whining, I’m almost done.”

“I’m in pain, baby,” he whined. 

It hadn’t been a surprise to be disturbed by a knock on your window, Peter usually stopped by after patrol which was why you’d started leaving it open for him. But when he hadn’t slid the window open after those few soft taps, you’d gotten a little worried. 

So you’d gotten out of bed to open for him, only to find your boyfriend perched before you, mask off, pouting heavily at you. 

Of course, you’d helped him in and gotten him laying across your bed so you could start to clean him up. You’d started keeping a first-aid-kit at hand since you’d found out he was Spider-Man. It had been of great use. 

But it hadn’t taken you long to realize that his wounds, as far as his usual patrol wounds went, weren’t bad. Not at all. In fact, you were positive that he could’ve gone home, slept the rest of the night, and woken up good as new as if nothing had happened in the first place. Maybe your boyfriend had forgotten that he had super-healing abilities. 

Or maybe he just liked the way you babied him.

“Oh, are you now?” You asked, glancing up at him with a raised brow. There was really nothing for you to do other than wipe the few cuts and scratches with antiseptic and place small bandaids over them. He just enjoyed pestering you.

“Yes,” he said so seriously, you almost laughed. This Peter was a stark contrast to actually-injured-Peter, who would do everything he could to assure you he was fine when he was literally bleeding out before your eyes. You didn’t like that. At least this was funny. 

“Petey, baby,” you laughed softly, adjusting a small bandaid on the high of his cheekbone where he’d had a small scrape. “You’re actually pretty put together tonight. Must’ve been a pretty quiet night, hm?”

“No,” he sighed dramatically, grabbing the wrist by his face gently, keeping you close to him. “No, it was horrible sweetheart, I’m gonna need extra care tonight. You know, to help the trauma.”

Shaking with laughter, you leaned in and pecked his cheek, right beside the cut you’d just bandaged. “The ‘trauma’, Petey? Really?”

A large, dopey grin broke over his face as you pecked his cheek and he squeezed you wrist a little. “There. That’s perfect, such a big help sweetheart, you have no idea what you do for me. You make the pain bearable, pretty girl.” 

You rolled your eyes affectionately, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “There, all better?” You asked him as you pulled away where you were met with a scowl.

“Y/N, honey, I’m suffering! I’m knocking on death’s door, angel! Give me something!”

You absolutely lost it at that, falling back onto the bed in a fit of giggles. “I can’t help you when all you do is whine!” When you opened your eyes, Peter was hovering over you, trying to keep his little facade of being upset and in pain, which was fruitless with the large smile blooming on his lips.

“You’re so mean, you know that?”

“Oh really? I’m the mean one?”

“Yes! You just found out your boyfriend, the love of your life, your future husband, the father of your future children—”

“What?!”

“—is dying, and what do you do? You laugh!!”

Another laugh escaped you, this time the sound infecting Peter as well. “I-if you’re dying, doesn’t that mean you won’t be my husband or the ‘father of my future children?” You manage out between laughs.

Peter gasped offendedly. “I…I…” he tried to defend himself to no avail. You’d caught him. 

You laughed even harder. “It’s okay, Petey. I’ll tell my future children all about you.”

He didn’t seem to like that very much. In one swift motion, his hands were on your hips, picking you up as he laid back on the bed again, his back pressed against the headboard before he plopped you down onto his lap.

“Oh hi,” you grinned at him, loosely looping your arms over his shoulders, his own hands coming to rest on your waist.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmured, his eyes soft and loving as he looked up at you.

Leaning down, you pressed your forehead against his. Peter’s hands tightened on your waist, tugging you closer till your chest was pressed against his. 

“I have another wound you haven’t patched up for me yet.” He spoke softly. 

“Yeah?” You asked, fully expecting him to be playing a bit, the smile already starting to tug at the corners of your lips. “Where, sweetie?”

He smiled right back at you, sticking his hand between where your chests were pressed together and pressing on the spider emblem on the center of his suit, making the fabric deflate with a soft breath and flood around him.

Pushing the suit away for him, you noticed a scratch on his chest you hadn’t realized was there before, making you frown. It wasn’t deep and it wasn’t bleeding, but it was long and a harsh shade of red, the skin around it tinged pink with irritation, and it definitely could’ve used a cleaning. 

“Petey, baby, why didn’t you show me this before?” You asked softly, shifting in his lap as you leaned over to grab the kit again. 

Peter sighed, biting back a smile. This was exactly what he’d needed, that soft, gentle voice of yours you used on him whenever he stopped by bruised and banged up. “Why, you think it’s bad sweetheart?”

“No, no, thank god…” you muttered as you got to work on the scratch. “But I bet it burns. Does it hurt, honey?”

“Yeah,” he answered, letting out a soft groan for show as he leaned further back against your headboard. One of his hands left your waist and found it’s way to your hair, playing with the strands and giving one a gentle tug every now and them. 

“Peter,” you grumble, refusing to look up at him.

“Your hair is so soft.” He murmured in awe, as if he’d never seen anything like it before. 

“Genetics.” You deadpanned. “Now stop distracting me, I’m trying to help you!”

“You are helping me, pretty girl. Just watching that gorgeous face while you bandage me up is doing half the healing already.” Another tug to your hair. 

You swatted his hand away before poking his side with a soft smile. “No bandages for this one, sorry Pete. I’m just gonna have to heal you with kisses.”

“That sounds great,” he beamed widely. “Your kisses make me heal way faster than bandages, trust me, I speak from experience.”

Ignoring him, you leaned down and peppered a few soft kisses along his chest, staying beside the cut but never kissing the wound itself. You could feel his breathing stutter, the rhythmic movements of his chest turning irregular beneath your lips. 

Peter hands on your waist tightened, his grip pushing you down on his lap. “Baby…” his voice was a soft, desperate thing, a deepness in his tone that made your stomach flip. Well that wasn’t right. 

You sat back up, picking up a leg to swing over and slide off his lap but his hands on your waist slid down to your thighs quickly, stopping you.

“What’re you doing, pretty girl?” The utter betrayal on his face almost had you second-guessing what you’d done for something way worse. “Why’d you stop?”

“You’re hurt, Petey,” you answered simply, “we’re not doing anything tonight.”

“W-what? I’m not hurt, no, I’m fine! I’m perfect!”

“Really? I thought you were at death’s door.”

“Oh that…Yeah, no, he sent me away. Said it wasn’t my time.”

“Right, of course,” you murmured, nodding your head with all seriousness.

“Your kisses were working,” he stated sincerely, “you have to keep going!”

“Whatever you say, handsome.” You smiled, leaning in to press your lips to his. 

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny hadn't ever been on this side of the equation before.

He stared at his old phone, the prickle of unease scratching at his neck.

Danny was the one that died. He was the one that died and came back. He'd never asked anyone how it had felt to see him die over and over again to become Phantom. Danny was starting to think that maybe he should have, if only so that he wouldn't be blindsided about what he felt now.

"Danny? Y'okay?"

Danny glanced up at the mumbled words, numbed eyes looking at Jason's sleep-heavy face.

"Hm?"

"Ya've been lookin' at that thing for an hour now. You good?"

Danny blinked at him, like the world was a sea of bittersweet molasses and he was the sailor drowning beneath its waves. "...Remember how I told you that you reminded me of my sister?"

There was apprehension on Jason's face now. It was a gentle kind of apprehension, softened by worry and love.

“Yeah…?”

Danny gestured for Jason to come closer. He opened the phone and tapped on Jazz.

“Woah. She kinda looks like me.” Jason tugged at his black hair. “Y’know, if I kept my red hair.”

Danny smiled, sad and tired. “Yeah. She really liked reading. And she always wanted to know more. Help more. Like you,” Danny’s eyes laid on the folded uniform of Robin on the kitchen table. He hugged Jason closer. “You remind me of her.”

“What… what happened to her?”

Danny hadn’t cried for a long, long time. Even when Jazz spoke to him in half remembered whispers and in Jason’s actions, he could not shed a tear. But something about today, something about those pictures, opened up a poorly scabbed wound and Danny’s face dripped with slow tears.

“She died,” he whispered. “I brought the vigilante life to her and she died protecting me.”

“Oh. That’s why you were so mad, then.” Jason looked down at the picture, blue eyes tracing the face of the woman that looked so similar to him.

“Yeah.”

“I won’t die, Danny,” Jason promised.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Jay." Danny squeezed Jason's shoulders before wiping away his tears. He inhaled, a slow, shuddering breath, before straightening. "You are so grounded."

"But- Robin!"

"Jason will always come before Robin. And Jason is grounded because Jason lied to me about being Robin and where he was going and whether or not he was safe."

And really, wasn't that the crux of the issue? Danny didn't have any problem with Jason going out and starting fights. He had no problem with how Jason wanted to help. But the thought of loosing him- loosing his loved ones after only learning to keep them clutched to his heart before he looses them- drove Danny down a spiral that he could not afford to enter again.

How many times had Danny almost lose Jason? How many times did he come to loosing the only good thing in Gotham? How many times had he laid asleep, not knowing whether Jason was bleeding out in an alley somewhere? How close had Danny come to waking up to news of Jason's cold corpse?

It made him furious. More than that, it made him terrified. Never in his half life had he ever been afraid to this extent. Not even for Jazz. It made him want to drown the feeling with enough booze to down a speedster. But he couldn't. Not now, not with Jason. His little brother deserved better than that. Not to mention the shit his little brother would get up to if he weren't fully there.

"But first, you gotta help me with something."

"... Fine."

Danny got up and bee-lined towards his booze stash. They're going out. Right now. He shoved the bottles into a tote bag.

"Let's go. We're destroying this."

"We are?"

"I can't be drunk and teach you how to vigilante."

"You're okay with me being Robin?" Hesitant blue eyes peered up at him. Danny's heart melted, the traitorous little shit.

"Not really. But I can't stop you, so I might as well make sure you live past 25." He jabbed Jason's forehead. "And I'll be reaming out Batman the next time he swings by, now that I'm not pissed as hell. I'll make sure it hurts."

"He's not that bad."

Danny sent him an unimpressed look and Jason mimed zipping his mouth closed, twisiting an imaginary key and throwing it over his shoulder. The little shit thinks he's got jokes. (He does, but Danny's supposed to be mad with him right now, so he'll never admit he thinks Jason's funny.)

They walked out of the apartment complex and turned to the right, right into the alley.

Did his heart give a little twinge every time Jason tossed the booze? Yes. But the hopeful thrill in his little brother's countenance made up for every single penny he spent.

"So... How long am I grounded for?"

At the reminder, Danny's hands clamped around one of the last bottles a little harsher than necessary.

"You... are grounded for- till college." He gritted out, tossing the bottle.

Jason's horrified "For- till college?!" rang nicely against the shattering of Danny's booze. Danny grinned and gave Jason a noogie.

"For till college," He affirmed, joking tone making Jason grumble, struggling to get out of the hold. "Or, for like, a week."

---

"Hey, Danny?"

Danny grunted, rousing slightly from his nap on the couch. They had been watching a show in the middle of Jason's grounding when he had drifted off.

"Did I ever tell you I had a brother?"

Danny's eyes flew open. "... No. Do you want to?"

Danny swiveled his head to look at Jason, who sat with his back against the couch and his head set aglow by the light of the TV. He looked... sad. Lonely.

"His name was Danny too."

Danny's heart shot right up to his throat. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. He died." Danny couldn't help the thought that passed him. Me too, buddy, me too. "I thought you were him. 'S why I talked ta ya, even if y're drinkin'."

Danny tilted his head back, silently closing his eyes in grief. It was fate, that wily Ancient.

"Is that... bad?"

"Nah. You're as good a brother as he was."

"Thank you for telling me, Jason."

"Whatever."

Danny laid back down, the thread of a memory all but confirming his theory.

"Come on, Danny-o, Jazz was being a good sister!"

Five year old Danny pulled the blanket up to his chin, pouting. His mother laughed.

"That's right, sweetie. She was trying to make sure you didn't get sick."

"I don't want Jazz! I want- I want a brother instead!"

His parents exchanged amused looks. "Well, Danny-o, you almost had a brother."

"Really?" Danny turned around, curious.

"Really. If Jazz was a boy, we would have named him Jason!" His dad laughed, ruffling his hair.

Danny wrinkled his nose. "Ew. I like Jazz better... oh."

[2tarbell]

more trailer park!rafe drabbles i beg

maybe something with crybaby!reader too, like he comes home from a long ass day and she’s crying over the silliest thing ever.

but of course he makes her feel better.

love ur writing smm !!

he knew he was in for it when he came home and she wasn’t waiting patiently for him. if he didn’t know any better, rafe would assume the quaint trailer was empty — but the call you shared earlier on his lunch break detailed your plans around the house for the day, so there was no fuckin’ reason for it be as quiet as it was.

his confusion turned to concern when he heard little sniffles and sobs coming from the bathroom. rafe dropped his keys in the bowl and hurried off further into the trailer, in search of his girl.

pushing the bathroom door open with a rough hand, his mind went to the worst places when he saw her crumpled up on the floor. instantly he scooped her up onto the counter. his voice was a flurry of sounds she couldn’t decipher through her tears. the warm cadence she’s become so familiar with instantly providing some relief.

“hey, hey, baby — look at me, you hurt?” his hands are moving fast, holding her cheeks and checking for any injuries to that beautiful face.

she could only shake her head, hiccuping and trying to speak between sobs.

“rafe— dad— daddy—“

he hums and looks over her body. blue eyes checking off a list of what’s ‘normal’. when he finds nothing bleeding or falling off — that intense gaze finds hers, urging her to calm down.

his voice cooed, low and rumbly in a way that always soothes her, “shh, dad’s here, what happened? hm? someone — someone do somethin’ t’you or—“

“muh — my nails!” she interrupted, voice a petulant mumble.

rafe froze, mouth agape and eyes blinking in confusion. he looked down and took her smaller hands in his. turning them over and feeling the smooth skin. no cuts, no bruises—

the fact that he didn’t immediately know what she was talking about sends her into another spiral. yanking her hands from his and covering her eyes as sobs shook her shoulders.

“okay, okay, can’t help if you’re cryin’. talk t’me— what about your nails, honey?”

she sniffs and thrusts them in his face, rafe now seeing something out of the ordinary — chipped baby blue polish.

“wanted— wanted to paint them f’you. ‘cuz— ‘cuz s’the same color as your eyes but forgot they weren’t dry yet so i tried to make dinner and— and i ruined them!”

everyday the universe was testing his patience.

a sharp sigh out of his nose and rafe let his head fall forward. relief and disbelief pooled in his chest. she was this worked up over nail polish?

a low grumble of her name ceased her tears until they were just little sniffles of sadness. any other person and rafe would’ve been out the door with a specific finger showing his annoyance. but this was his person, his precious girl, and if she was this worked up over nail polish — he was going to indulge her. he picked up his head, eyes tired from a long days work but soft in a way meant just for her. he spoke in that way that makes her all fuzzy for him.

“jesus christ, that’s— yeah, okay. baby, ‘m— ‘m sorry. y’just wanted t’do somethin’ sweet f’dad, yeah?”

hook, line, and sinker. reader huffed and nodded as she leaned forward into his chest. her little gasps punctuated his cooing. within minutes, she was putty in his arms, nuzzling closer and closer. rafe littered kisses over her hair, gently rocking her until her head lifted off his chest. wet cheeks and a red nose greeted him and he couldn’t stop the adoring coo from falling out as he wiped her face.

“thereee you are— my sweet girl… better now?”

she nodded at his words, almost hypnotized by the gentle tone of his voice. a little hiccup fell out when she caught sight of her messy nails, but rafe quickly shushed her.

“shh, no more cryin’. y’gotta be a big girl, a’ight? c’mon, whaddaya need?”

she wished she had a picture of this big man patiently painting and blowing on her nails — that matched his eyes.

[wosospacegirl]

Falling, Literally - Aggie Beever-Jones

Summary: Y/n’s trying to keep their relationship a secret. Aggie doesn’t care-- not when Y/n’s concussed, good thing their teammates are too focused on the game to notice anything.

Warnings: mentions os blood, head injuries etc <3

Word count: 3.1k

Notes: The last part was based on a request!

MASTERLIST

Part 2 here

..

Games against Chelsea were always brutal, fast-paced, and full of tension- exactly what you'd expect when two top clubs clashed, especially two England clubs with such a deep history of rivalry in both men's and women’s teams 

Y/n was wearing red. Her color–and the color of London– when she went flying down through the left wing, taking the ball Kyra had just passed to her, eyes set on the box. 

She had one change. There were no defenders on her side. She was faster, one of the fastest players of the league, so she was used to making these kinds of goal opportunities alongside her teammates. 

They knew they could make a long pass, and Y/n would be there to take the ball.

Y/n cut inside and felt the pressure behind her, not too close, but close enough. Lucy Bronze was running in her direction. She didn’t have much time and struck the ball just as the defender slid in.

Y/n knew it was a sloppy shot, especially because the ball didn’t hit the angle she wanted. She took too long to do it, but nonetheless the ball soared past Hampton, slamming into the back of the net– but Y/n didn’t see it. 

Right after the kick, Y/n slipped in the wet grass of the pitch, her boot catching awkwardly on the turf, and went sliding straight into the goalpost.

Hard.

She heard the fans screaming happily, and then she heard nothing–only the sickening thud that echoed across the whole stadium in the middle of London

A sickening thud echoed across the stadium.

There were Gasps, then whistles and when Y/n didn’t get up right away…Silence.

Y/n lay on the ground, dazed. She tried to open her eyes, but her vision was blurry, and the lights from the stadium felt like sharp knives on her eyes. 

She felt something warm dripping down her forehead right into her neck, it didn't take too long for her to realise it was blood…the thick smell of iron filled her nose quickly. 

Y/n  blinked up, trying to open her eyes again. When she did, she expected to find her people, the Arsenal players looking down at her, but instead, of all people, Chelsea’s keeper, Hampton, was the one crouched by her side, waving frantically at the ref.

“Blow the whistle!” Hannah shouted. “She’s hit her head! There’s blood”

‘Oh, ’ Y/n thought, ‘if she’s asking to stop the game, it must be bad.’

“I’m good, Hannah,” Y/n slurred as she tried to sit up. “Just, hm, I need water.”

“No, you're not.”

 Leah’s voice came–her captain's tone was on.

Y/n watched as Hannah took a step back, leaving only Leah near Y/n. 

Great, now they were following the concussion protocol.

“Does it hurt?” Leah asked, kneeling beside Y/n and pressing a gentle hand on her shoulder, holding Y/n's hand so she wouldn’t move. Her voice was firm, steady, and Y/n hated to admit it… grounding.

“Did it go in?” Y/n asked, blinking at the sky and ignoring Leah’s question, “Was it a goal?”

“It doesn’t matter right now,” Leah muttered. “You’re bleeding.”

Leah waved for the medics, who were already rushing towards them. 

It felt weird. It was like the world was moving too fast for Y/n to process what was happening.

The referee also came, kneeling beside Y/n.

“Are you ok?” The referee asked, stopping her clock and writing something down in a little notebook. “The medics are coming, alright?”

“Was it a goal, referee?” Y/n murmured again, feeling her vision getting worse.

The referee chuckled. “I’ll have to rewatch it — just wanted to make sure you’re okay first.”

When the medics arrived, the referee stood and backed off, letting them work.

“Look who we have here,” Luis, Arsenal’s doctor, said, a warm smile on his face. 

He touched Y/n’s forehead with his gloves, which made Y/n groan. Luis then gently wiped the blood from her face with a cloth before making a bandage with gauze and tape.

“You cut your forehead, you’re gonna need stitches.”

Y/n didn’t really care. Her head felt heavy, her eyelids heavier. Everything sounded far away.

“Nope,” Luis said quickly, noticing the way Y/n’s eyes were fluttering. He opened her eyes with her hand before flashing a hard light on them. “You can’t sleep right now.”

“Tired,” Y/n mumbled.

“I know,” Luis said as he examined her eyes. “But stay with me.”

“Le,” Y/n said, trying to take the light from Luis’s hand, but failing as her captain held her hands. “Did the referee check already?”

“She’s still checking VAR, but I think the flag went up.” Leah sighed. “Now stop talking.”

Y/n kept talking.

“This is why I hate offside rules,” Y/n mumbled, feeling her eyes getting heavy again. Stupid line man.” Y/n groaned.

“It was a lineswoman.”Leah chuckled under her breath. “Miss concussion.”

“I don’t have a concussion,” Y/n mumbled, clearly concussed.

Then, mercifully, the referee blew the whistle and pointed to the center spot.

Goal given.

Y/n threw her hands in the air from the ground. “Fuck yeah!!”

Then she immediately winced, clutching her head. “Okay. Never mind. I have a concussion.”

Luis and Leah each held one arm and helped Y/n to her feet, walking with her off the pitch as she was subbed off. Leah quickly went back as the game started again. 

They had only 15 more minutes of playing. Arsenal was winning 2 - 0, so they just needed to strengthen their defence.

Lotte welcomed Y/n on the bench, wrapping an arm around her, and she congratulated Y/n on the goal. Luis quickly appeared with a compress to her head and more wipes, cleaning her temples and her neck from the blood.

He murmured something about going to the hospital later–stitches, observation protocol–something like that, but Y/n wasn't paying attention. She only cared that she scored and it counted.

Y/n watched the game–vision blurry and everything, Lotte nudged her by the side whenever she got too sleepy. Luis' eyes were on her at all times. 

And then, the final whistle blew. Arsenal had won. 

The team ran onto the pitch to celebrate, but Y/n wasn’t cleared to join. Luis shot her a warning look, and Y/n just rolled her eyes–actually, she just tried, because for some reason, her face wasn’t cooperating.

“You stay here,” Luis pointed at Y/n, sounding like a parent. “I just need to make a quick trip to the infirmary.”

Y/n gave him a slow and unimpressed thumbs-up and sat sulking, cradling a Gatorade bottle like it might solve all her problems. She watched as her teammates jumped into each other’s arms. laughing, screaming and even… crying–Y/n would totally use it against Leah someday.

Luis left.

And then Y/n was alone.

All alone.

And then someone knelt in front of her.

Someone who Y/n knew better than anyone. Someone who had woken up beside her that morning.

Aggie Beever-Jones.

She wasn’t smiling, just like the rest of the Chelsea squad–but her reason was different.

Her brows were furrowed with worry, her hair still in a messy ponytail, sweat still clinging to her skin. Like she hadn’t even stopped into the locker room for a drink of water or to freshen up.

Like she came straight here.  

“Hey,” Aggie said softly, brushing her thumb gently against Y/n’s cheek, a bit of blood smeared on her finger, but she didn’t seem to care “How are you feeling?”

Y/n blinked, looking around like a guilty teenager to see if anyone was watching them.

“You can’t be here. They’ll know.” Y/n whispered.

Aggie gave her a small, mischievous smile. “Hmm. Okay. I don’t care.”

Y/n stared at her for a second,  and then let out a snort. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

“I’m not letting my girlfriend sit here with a busted head while everyone else celebrates,” Aggie whispered, her voice suddenly so tender it made Y/ns chest ache. “Besides, it was a hell of a goal.”

Y/n leaned into her touch for just a second. “Even if it gave me a concussion?”

“Especially because of that.”

“And even if it was me? Your rival?” 

“Yes.” Aggie’s eyes crinkled as she smiled.

 “You’re ridiculous.”Y/n’s lips twitched.

“Hm…takes one to know one.” Aggie’s thumb lingered just below Y/n’s cheekbone, the touch soft despite the noise of the stadium around them. 

For a second, it was like nothing else mattered, the shouting, the celebration, the cameras. Nothing.

“Seriously,” Y/n muttered, forcing herself to lean back and glance over Aggie’s shoulder, “if anyone sees you here, they’ll start asking questions.”

“Let them.” Aggie’s voice was steady, low. “You almost knocked yourself out scoring on us, even I– your rival –know how sad it is to sit alone because you’re injured.”

Y/n rolled her eyes–successfully, this time. She should tell that to Luis when he comes back.

“God, stop being nice. You’re making it harder to pretend that I hate you in public.” Y/n groaned.

Aggie smirked, but then her expression turned serious. 

“You scared me, you know.”

And that made Y/n pause, looking carefully at Aggie. Her brows were still furrowed, her shoulders tense.

“When you hit the post and didn’t move? It scared me to death, I thought you had fainted” Aggie sat back on her heels a little as she chewed the inside of her cheek. 

“I’ve never run so fast in my life. I didn’t even wait for the whistle.” Aggie continued, placing a hand on Y/n’s tight.

“You ran over?” Y/n said, something soft creeping into her chest. Soft and…new.

“Hannah was there first,  obviously.” She said, “I didn’t want to make it obvious, but I was behind her.”

The ref told me to back off.” Again, she continued, laughing under her breath. “But I didn’t, I just watched the medic take care of you.”

“I don’t think I remember much from it”. Y/n looked down at her hands, picking at the label on the Gatorade bottle. “My eyes were bad too–they still are–but I just remember seeing Leah and her telling me to keep quiet.”

“She’s good at that,” Aggie said, smirking. “She always tells me to shut on during camp.”

“I hate that I can’t hug you after scoring that goal,” Y/n muttered, her voice low.

“You silly,” Aggie said. “Even if people knew about us, we wouldn’t hug, we’re from different times.”

“Then maybe you should come to Arsenal,” Y/n suggested slyly.

“Oh no! I think you have a fever” Aggie put a hand on Y/n’s forehead, very gently. “You’re acting delusional.” 

“Don’t be mean,” Y/n laughed. “I literally have double vision right now.”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Aggie said, voice soft now, no teasing in it. “You scared me. But you’re okay.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, just smiled and looked at her surroundings. No, Luis, no medics.

She lets her eyes fall shut for a second, resting her head on the back of the seat.

“I know what you’re doing,” Aggie said. “Open them.”

“Stop,” Y/n murmured, keeping her eyes closed.

Aggie pried her eyelids open. lifting an eyebrow.

“You are worse than Luis, I swear–”

Then a voice yelled from across the pitch.

“Y/n! How are you feeling now?”

Y/n jerked her head up, spotting Lotte waving from near the tunnel.

Aggie moved instantly, crouching lower, pretending to tie her boot like she hadn’t just had her hand on Y/n’s face.

‘Great, Aggie.’ Y/n thought dryly. ‘Of all places to tie your boots, the other team’s bench is definitely the best one.’

“Yeah! Lotte!” ”Y/n cleared her throat, casually. “I’m just waiting for Luis to come back, I think he’ll take me to the hospital to get stitches.”

Lotte nodded, satisfied, turning her attention to Aggie. “Hey, good game there, girl”

Lotte didn’t look worried, confused or suspicious of Aggie and Y/n, which was good, great even.

Aggie looked up from her very fake boot-tying mission. “Thank you, Lotte. But next game, we’ll win.”

“We’ll see about that,” Lotte said, before jogging back toward the others.

“I should go.” Aggie stood slowly.

Y/n caught her wrist before she could turn away. “Thank you, baby”

Aggie smiled again, soft and quiet this time. As an expression that was warm and private, just for her.

“If you just wanted some attention from your girlfriend,” she whispered, “you could’ve said so. No need to bust your forehead open.”

Y/n gave her a tired smile. “What can I say? I’m just very much in love.”

Aggie smiled softly, and then, very boldly, pressed their head together, but not enough to actually touch.

“You text me when you get out of the hospital”, she murmured. “Guess I’m gonna be on nurse duties tonight.”

“You don’t need to,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes playfully at Aggie, “It’s probably nothing.”

“I want to,” Aggie said, stepping back. “I can pick you up, just let me know.”

And with one last look, Aggie jogged toward the Chelsea tunnel, blending into the blue blur of her teammates. 

Y/n watched her go, a smile on her face despite the intense headache she had hidden from Aggie.

Oh god, it hurt so bad. And she wasn’t even sure if it was from the skin being ripped open or from the impact with the goal post.

Moments later, Luis returned, carrying a little kit and shaking his head.

“Did you move?” Luis asked, making another bandage

“I didn’t,” Y/n said innocently, already sipping on her Gatorade again. “I was just flirting with my girlfriend from the rival team, you know.”

Silence.

“We might need to do a head CT on you, I don’t think you’re well.”Luis narrowed his eyes. “I think you’re delirious, let’s go.”

..

Y/n’s trip to the hospital wasn’t as she expected. 

She actually had to stay in observation and take medicine because the hit to the goalpost actually hurt her head.

“I told you not to move,” Luis said, sitting on the guest chair and reading a magazine while Y/n sat down on the bed, arms crossed and a pout on her face.

“I didn’t move, Luis!” Y/n said.

“Yeah, yeah,” He waved off.

“I’ve updated the girls about what happened,” Luis said, “And Renee, of course, they said they were going to visit you tomorrow at your house.”

“Tell them I expect a proper celebration on my goal,” Y/n saif. “Since I couldn’t commemorate with them earlier.”

Luis didn’t even look up from his magazine. “You celebrated by launching your skull into solid metal, I think that’s enough commemoration.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Or, well, she tried to, her head still throbbed every time she moved too fast. 

“I scored, Luis. No one remembers the pain, they remember the goal.”

“I’m remembering the pain,” he muttered. “And the stitches. And I’ll surely remember all the paperwork I’ll have to do.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

Before Luis could bite back, there was a soft knock on the door. Aggie peeked her head inside, her hair tied up in a messy bun and her Chelsea jacket zipped halfway up. 

She looked around the room before settling her gaze on Y/n, a flicker of a smile on her face.

“I come bearing snacks,” she said, lifting a plastic bag.  “And a questionnaire asking if our relationship can be considered stable enough for me to drive you home.”

Luis looked at Aggie, then at Y/n, then at Aggie again.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” He asked, putting the magazine down.

“I told you I had a girlfriend and she was from the rival team,” Y/n said, winking.

Aggie just waved. “Hi!”

“I thought you were hallucinating from the concussion!”

“Nope!”

“Oh well,” Luis shrugged. “Are you taking her home?” 

“Yes, ”Aggie nodded.

“Good,” Luis said, picking up his jacket. 

“Then she’s all yours,” Luis said, already walking toward the door. “Good luck–you’ll need it.”

“So it was more serious than you thought, huh?” Aggies asked, sitting on the bed and handing Y/n a bag of crisps and chocolate, which Y/n so happily accepted.

“Yes,” Y/n said, mouthful. “Luis said if I’d hit my head just a little harder, there was a decent chance of internal bleeding.”

Aggie blinked, opening and closing her mouth. “Okay…and why am I the only one in this room reacting like that’s a terrifying sentence?”

Y/n shrugged. “Stuff like that happens.”

Aggie stared at her for a second, then stood up and began quietly packing Y/n’s things into her duffel. “I never had an almost-brain-bleeding,”

“That’s because Chelsea players don’t give their blood, sweat, and tears to the game,” Y/n said without missing a beat, chewing on the crips rather loudly.

Aggie rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you are cute…and concussed.” 

Y/n smiled, leaning back against the pillows, her bandaged head tilted like this was just another regular post-match routine.

“Just…don’t do it again,” Aggie said, in a small voice.

“What?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, mischief already rising to the surface. “Score against Chelsea?”

“I hate you,” Aggie said, biting down a laugh. “Now let’s get ready, you’re coming to my house.”

..

“Hey. Wake up.” Aggie said, poking Y/n’s side. “Wake up..wake up, wake up!!”

Aggie’s voice got louder with each repetition until Aggie was practically jabbing Y/n in the ribs through the blanket.

“I swear to God,” Y/n mumbled, her voice raspy, eyes still closed. “If you wake me up one more time, I’ll bite you.”

“You’re concussed,” Aggie scoffed. “Not possessed, come on.”

“Try me.”

Aggie crossed her arms. “You almost had a brain bleed, I’m just following the protocol the hospital gave me–I have to wake you up every hour.

“I am fine, Agnes,” Y/n groaned, dragging the blanket over her face. “It was almost a brain bleed.”

“I still have to check on you every hour,” Aggie said, rolling her eyes. “I’d rather not get murdered by Arsenal’s medical staff because you decided to take a forever nap.”

There was a pause. Y/n peeked one eye out from under the blanket. “Are you gonna poke me again if I fall asleep?”

“I will–” Aggie looked at her watch. “In exactly fifty-three minutes!”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Y/n sighed dramatically, burning her head into the pillow. 

“A little,” Aggie grinned, plopping down on the edge of the bed, face to face with Y/n as she kissed the girl’s nose. “You're kind of adorable when you're cranky.”

“I’m not cranky. I’m concussed,” Y/n corrected, burrowing deeper into the blanket. “Big difference.”

..

Part 2 here

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[crescenthistory]

on pining and patching up in the prefects' bathroom

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

request: could i request c13 "hold on, this might sting" with regulus and fem! slytherin reader? i was thinking maybe she got into a fight with another girl over an insult or something petty like that? and reader and reg are friends who are in love but also in denial about it.

wc: 1.8k

cw: minor injuries and reference to blood and violence, fluffy hurt/comfort, au where both black brothers ran away, rita skeeter bashing, best friends to lovers, yearning, slytherin gang shenanigans, first kiss

“You need to stop spending so much time with Barty.”

Your hum was non-committal and quiet, yet its echo filled the entire bathroom. With your knees to your chest, you sat curled up atop the closed toilet seat lid in the widest stall the Prefects’ Bathroom could boast of. In front of you, Regulus was washing his hands, preparing to patch you up, and wearing his signature furrowed frown. 

Despite how polished of a prefect Regulus appeared in front of other students, there was no limits to how often he snuck his best friends into prefect-only spaces – whether that be for an impromptu bath where Dorcas almost drowns Barty until Pandora pretends to be the one drowning, or emergencies such as this one. You had argued that a busted lip and bleeding eyebrow is far from an emergency, but with his hand gripping your upper arm, he had clearly disagreed as he hauled you in here to clean you up.

Never mind the fact that you have an infirmary for these very instances.

“It would be a bit of a cop out to blame just him, don’t you think?” Barty may be the most forward in your friend group, but each of you had spilled blood somewhere in the castle.

Regulus mirrored your earlier hum. “I’d still like to anyway.”

You looked down at your knees with a bit of a smile. It was quite quaint in here, at least when you couldn’t see the opulent bathtub in the corner. Intimate. Regulus perched against the sink as he dried his hands, clearly staring a hole through your cheek.

“Who would you like me to blame then, hm?” he asked when you didn’t reply.

You huffed a little, meeting his eyes – his gorgeous steel eyes that you pretended did not completely evaporate any and all fight from you. “Try Skeeter. She was the one circulating that cursed pamphlet of hers. If she didn't beg to be punched, I would have left her alone.”

Regulus intertwined his fingers in his lap, raising a brow at you. “I didn’t know she cursed it.”

You adored your friend, but could not hold back your eye roll. You probably picked it up from him, anyway. “She didn’t literally curse it. It just was cursed. Horrendous. Abominable. Atrocious. Would you like more synonyms, Mr. Black?”

He gave you a flat stare. “I’m familiar with the dictionary, actually. I just don’t think anything Rita Skeeter writes down on a dumb piece of parchment is worth you getting a black eye.”

You held his gaze, internally kicking yourself for choosing to die on this hill all the while laying down on it stubbornly. “You didn’t read it,” you muttered half-heartedly.

“No, I didn’t. Why would I?” You felt he was sitting awfully still for someone who earlier had been seething about needing to heal you up quick. It felt like there blood was trickling down your temple even though you were sure it had dried by now. You wiped the back of your hand over it, drawing a hiss from Regulus as he stole your hand from you, keeping it captive. “There’s no reason you should be wasting any of your breath on that witch, amour. Neither in the form of an argument or a bloody fight.”

You convinced yourself you weren’t affected by his pet name for you that he only utilised in moments like this – but you couldn’t hold back the way your breath hitched when he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles while murmuring a healing spell. That’s your Regulus “I’ll try to master wandless magic early for no apparent reason” Black for you.

“I wasn’t fighting her for her, I was fighting her for what she was saying. And who she was saying it about. I feel like that’s an entirely different matter.” You shrugged, looking away once more.

Regulus squeezed your healing hand, dipping his head down to try and catch your gaze again. “I know. I know she’s been all wound up in mine and Sirius’ business ever since we left home, okay? I don’t care what she says about us, and neither should you. Please.”

You gave in and let him catch it, tilting your head slightly sideways as you looked at him, making some of your hair fall in your face. “Someone ought to care about you. If you don’t want to, I will.”

It was a silent battle of wills as you held each other’s gaze. Eventually Regulus sighed, dropping your hand as he reached for his wand.

You knew he was wordlessly letting you win this one time, but the loss of his touch still felt like a defeat somehow.

“What’s the problem anyway, Reg? It’s not that much of an issue, in the grand scheme of things. It’s just a small scratch.” You resented how pleading you sounded, but you didn’t want him to look so pained over this – especially when you stood so wholly by what you did.

Regulus laughed humourlessly at that, bringing his hand out to tuck your hair out of the way and cup the uninjured side of your face. “Well maybe you live in the grand scheme of things, but I live in the present. And presently, my girl is quite beat up.”

Your heart stuttered in a way that would have made any cardiologist cringe. You didn’t know whether to argue against the fact that he claimed you were beat up or react to the fact that he called you his girl – and how you would react to that was an entirely different conundrum you simply did not have the time for.

A bit dumbfounded, some tension melted from your shoulders even as you pressed your lips together. “I’m alright,” you settled with, voice barely a whisper.

He still didn’t quite meet your eyes as he sighed; but he tightened his grip on your cheek, thumb faintly brushing over the top of it. “I know, amour. Hold on, this might sting.”

The tip of his wand danced over your ruptured lip before travelling up to your brow, cleaning the wounds gently before sealing them. He was right, it did sting and you drew in a sharp breath between your teeths. Regulus made a noise that could only be described as cooing, a sound that seemed to command your body to lean further into his touch.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, though it was not his fault in the slightest. You hoped your eyes conveyed that sentiment because you feared your voice would fail you.

He tucked his wand away in the holster Pandora had made for him, and you prepared for the loss of his touch – but as soon as his wand was put away, his hand came back to your face. His other stayed in place as he cradled your face between them, with a gentleness that belied his usually sharp demeanour.

Regulus’ brows were furrowed deeply, but not in the way they would when Sirius annoyed him or second-years asked too many invasive questions. This was something else, something deeper. His eyes flickered between both of yours before darting down to your lips. Ever so gently, his thumb brushed over where your bottom lip had been cruelly cut, tracing a now invisible line.

With his gaze trained there, he whispered. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“It wasn’t because of–”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” His gaze shot back up to yours. “Ever. Do… do you understand what I’m saying, amour?”

You thought you might. Your fingers felt like they should be shaking as you brought them up to curl around both of his wrists, stroking your fingertips over his pulse points.

“You’re saying the same thing I’m saying when I refuse for anyone to speak badly of you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “It’s not right. You don’t deserve that.”

Regulus’ grip on your face loosened a little as his fingers spread out, some slipping back into your hair. “What do I deserve?” he mumbled.

For a brief second, you weren’t sure if you could do it. Your eyes flicked wildly between both of his before you dared drop them to his lips, plush and pink and slightly parted, as if he was waiting.

He didn’t deserve to wait any longer.

With the same grace and gentleness he bestowed upon you as he healed your injuries, you slowly tipped your chin up and leaned in until your lips met his, both’s breaths held.

It was not a long or dramatic kiss. It was not even a particularly memorable one. Yet somehow, it was everything to you; the best kiss you could imagine.

Regulus made a groaning sound in the back of his throat and pushed off the sink to pull himself closer to you, holding your face firmly, like it’s something precious that might slip away. His mouth moved against yours, breathing you in and making your head spin.

One of his hands moved to the back of your neck as you rested your foreheads against each other. The bathroom felt even quieter than it had before.

“You deserve that,” you whispered, eyes still closed. “Hopefully, I do too.”

“You deserve the world, amour.” Regulus gave you another chaste kiss, which somehow surprised you even though you had kissed less than ten seconds ago. He brushed his knuckles against your healed eyebrow, sporting a near-pout. “And you deserve to not be all duffed up.”

You looked up at that and snorted despite his sincerity. “I’m far from duffed up, Regulus.”

He laughed a little, eyes crinkled. “Don’t tell me I should see the other guy.”

“Mm, I’m pretty sure you did. Got her rather good, I’d say.”

At this distance, you could see how there were lighter specks floating in Regulus’ irises, making the grey look almost silver. They seemed to shine just for you as he murmured, “I don’t condone it… but I reckon you did, yeah.”

“The only reason you don't condone it is because I got hurt. I know you're far from above violence, baby.”

If it was possible for Regulus to look more pleased, he did. “Maybe so,” he whispered as he was leaning in.

The next kiss he pulled you in for was decidedly longer.

Around the same time, a small scribbled note came flying into the Slytherin common rooms and landed in Barty’s lap – who himself was perched in Evan’s lap. It took him a mere second after he read the note to go flying out of Evan’s arms, dragging the other boy with him.

“C’mon Rosie, we’ve got to get Dorcas. We have a witch to kill.”

For someone who condemned Barty’s bad influence on you, Regulus sure didn’t mind to utilise it for himself.

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[babachira]

an assassin and his healer

nagumo yoichi x doctor!reader

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+ having graduated with an assassination-medical major, a very small sub-department in the JCC where only the skilled in human science are found, you're technically a licensed doctor for any regular citizen who wants a simple check-up. you have a job in the clinic near sakamoto's store during the day, but during your assassination hours, you deal with injuries ranging from critical to a scratch. you took four years of apprenticeship under granny miya, so you tend to follow her ideology of 'the patient can be healed as long as they're not dead'.

+ your graduation was a special case. the JCC considered scrapping your department due to the lack of applications, but you excelled in combining the assets of poisons and weapons, making equipment like a portable bandaid or even discovering the smallest of pressure points that could enhance someone's strength, which floored their views. after witnessing a presentation of your projects, they decided to keep it up and running just to see what you were capable of, and thank god they did, otherwise, you would've had nowhere to go.

+ you met the famous trio during their prime when you were all 16, and you were fully aware of the fact that if they had no interest in someone, it would be drastically clear. you thought this was the case for you too since no one really appreciated your work because it wasn't 'strong' like the assassination majors, but when you received a personal congrats from them, it took you by surprse.

+ hell, when you saw them enter your lab without a word, you quirked your brows, pausing from pulling the trigger of your flamethrower. upon request from your weapons department friends, you were in the middle of melting a large batch of energy-fuelling pills. you slowly put the flamethrower down on your desk. "if i knew i was having such esteemed guests, i would've cleaned the place up a bit. to what do i owe the pleasure?"

+ but before they could answer, the three of them were hovering over your pile of books, empty beakers and box of surgical equipment. rion plucked a grey glass bottle from your top shelf, which you reserved for your most expensive creations, before popping the lid off.

+ she sniffed the top of it and gave a "hm!" of approval before taking a swig. "wow, this is actually pretty good," rion said, smacking her lips together and offering some to sakamoto, who only took the bottle from her hands, "what's this one for? my stomach feels like it's doing backflips."

+ you folded your arms. "that's because it's for serious internal bleeding. you're only really meant to take it when, you know, you're only puking an alarming amount of blood." rion nodded in acknowledgement and dangled the empty bottle with a grin. "ah, gotcha. no internal bleeding for me now!"

+ "mmm, i prefer this flavour." your eyes flit over to nagumo yoichi, the insufferable student that had all the girls swooning in seconds, swiping four potions from your shelf and stuffing them in his pocket. "i'll come back again to try more!"

+ "wait, you just came here to take my stuff?" you asked, stopping the three in their tracks. sure, it's . . . fine that they stole your things without permission, but your lab was usually off-limits for those who didn't belong in your department. well, now that you think about it, when did these three ever follow rules?

+ rion waved her hand. "we'd love to talk, babes, but we gotta dash. will use these potions well, though!"

+ and nagumo added with a more enthusiastic wave, "keep a separate shelf just for me!"

+ and they left, leaving you to finish your work of delivering pills to the weapons department. they were a funny bunch, you always thought as you sometimes passed by them in the hallway. rion would always strike a conversation whenever you bumped into each other. she was always so sweet to you. sakamoto occasionally asked how your projects were going since it was a season of missions being carried out more often than ever, so you were ever-so-busy with surgeries. nagumo had the biggest grin on his face as he bombarded you with requests like a strawberry and lemon flavoured potion for his fatigue. they were strange but fun all the same.

+ since then, they made a common appearance, sometimes it was just rion who wanted to have a chat. you got along well, getting to know her likes and dislikes, laughing along when she verbally tore sakamoto and nagumo apart like they were shreds of paper. other times, it was nagumo alone and when it was just him, it was like a spitfire of insults after insults.

+ when nagumo is fiddling with one of your brain-relaxing equipments that you made just a week ago, he realises that you're a lot quieter when it's just him, when rion and sakamoto aren't present. "hm? why is it when akao and sakamoto are here, you have so much to say, but you're silent when it's me?" and honestly, it felt like a big slap to the face because wow, it was true.

+ ". . . shut up," you said, earning a chuckle from him. "the whole building will be able to hear you yapping."

+ today, a few years after their first intrusion in your lab, nagumo is taller and different at the age of 19. he wasn't more mature per se, but he definitely carried a more confident wittier aura that you didn't recognise from before. you, at 19 were renowned for your fantastic creations. one of your best moments was when you received a commission from an order member albeit a small one. your efforts were so well-recognised that applications for your department were growing much to your pleasure. rion congratulated you a lot, sakamoto actually used your creations and nagumo had never broken his streak of making sure to visit you almost everyday.

+ and you don't know when you started to feel this way, but whenever nagumo entered the room, time seemed to go painfully slower as though he was staying in your lab for longer than you thought. your equations for perfecting brain damage potions seemed harder than normal and you just couldn't seem to find that one blueprint that was always in its same place. even nagumo went, "it's this one, no? it was right under your hands" much to your embarrassment. your brain was scattered whenever he was near you and you really hated it.

+ and what was worse is that he noticed all this and was enjoying it.

+ "is my (name) . . . a little distracted?"

+ yes, yes. infuriatingly so, you think as you watch nagumo bounce over to where you stand in the far corner of your lab. he has that mischevious grin, the one that you want to melt off his annoyingly-handsome face. did it never occur to him that you couldn't work at your best whenever his talkative ass was in the room? is he really that stupid that you have to say, "nagumo, i need to do my work," then deal with those big eyes of his begging to stay? if he was a little less insufferable, maybe you would've─

+ you freeze. wait, he said 'my?'

+ and nagumo, his face creased with laughter, sees the cogs whir in your brain as you finally realise that he really just indirectly labelled you as his.

+ "don't tell me you've been ignoring me for that long."

+ and much to your dismay, it hits you that yeah, he's always been there. "wow! my (name) seems to like today's lunch! i don't see you here that often!" he once commented when you sat with him at the cafeteria. "the food's not always so great, but today seems ok."

+ or the other time when you had a first-year student schedule an appointment with you because he wanted advice for his weapons. nagumo saw him waiting outside your lab. "hmm, my (name) is a bit busy today! why don't you come back later?" he said while he was opening the door to waltz in, "ah! my (name) i've come to bother you!" he sang before slamming the door. you didn't manage to see the poor kid because nagumo took up your entire evening.

+ and you really did find yourself making a separate cabinet just for nagumo. even to this day, at the ripe age of 27, you made soothing creams for burns, motion sickness pills and gums for him to chew on for whenever osaragi would drive. his placement as an order member made him busier but never enough to keep him away from you. whenever you're at the clinic for your day-job, nagumo made frequent appearances. he'd lean on the front desk and request for his usual "lovely, lovely and beautifully perfected doctor," even when you're literally standing there, typing away at the computer. "yoichi, you're really doing this on my shift." it would never stop him. "i am your shift!"

+ he's surprisingly romantic for someone with little dating history. he's had a few girlfriends in the past but because of his occupation, they obviously don't last long. with you though? though not a fully-fledged assassin yourself, you're part of that world, his world, so you understand the burden and pressure that comes with it. just like nagumo is tasked with completing his missions with no mistakes, you're equally expected to never fail a surgery, always finish on time and come up with new ideas. it's a cycle where you both have each other backs.

+ like, as much as he jokes, he's very proud of your achievements. as an order member himself, he'd probably commission you a lot and if anyone needs surgical assistance or high-tech weapons, he'd be quick to mention your name. of course, he hesitates just a little because he doesn't want to share, but for the better of your work, he puts your name out there.

+ he doesn't get heavily injured because he's scarily skilled. his 'gold assassin's license' that he boasts about keeps him protected, but just to rile you up, he'd limp in through your clinic or house, crying for the kiss of the doctor that he's come to adore. if you're at the clinic, you need to appear more professional because you have people you see everyday watching you care for this grown ass man wailing his guts out. if you're at home, you're much more relaxed and honestly, so's nagumo as he leans into your delicate touch.

+ generally, he's so proud and whipped about the fact that you're a doctor and are so capable of doing what you do. he has extensive knowledge on poisons, so he tries to add his recommendations from time to time and he's grateful whenever you take it. on the rare case that you don't, he acts hurt, "oh . . . my (name) doesn't like my idea," and he'd jokingly mope until you kiss his ego better. anything can solve this man's problems if you silence him with a kiss.

+ sakamoto's like ". . . please tell me you did not get with nagumo," and nagumo finds this hilarious. he's like, "i have an idea! let's go on double dates with you, me, aoi and (name)!" to which sakamoto rejects. he doesn't mind the idea of you being friends with his wife, of course, but he doesn't want to take nagumo anywhere.

+ sometimes, he'd disguise himself as you and nonchalantly act as if he's doing chores in your house until you come back home. so when he sees you, he points and goes, "an imposter!" and at this point, you play along, "there's my doppelganger. can you give me back my boyfriend, please." and as soon as you say that, he transforms back and grabs you.

+ life with this mf is a wild ride, but honestly, you signed up for it, so good luck. once his eyes are set on someone, he goes all in and is not about to give it up. especially when he knows how serious you are about him and he is for you. a match made in heaven!

[tokiiwonz]

best friend anton thoughts

tw: jealous anton, car sex, unprotected sex (don't), exhibitionism, allusions to manipulation, infidelity xD, eunseok was punched (i'm so sorry)

thinking about best friend!anton walking in on you touching yourself while moaning his name ♡ like damn, you just can't help yourself; you grew up together, laughed with each other, even cried with each other—you're not going to just let any other person have their way with your man, not by any chance and fortunately for you, anton thinks the same

best friend!anton who knows you have feelings for him and decided to get a girlfriend for himself just to mess with your head. he swears it's nothing romantic, and that he just wants to see you get jealous over someone else.

best friend!anton who gets mad jealous after finding out that you're in a relationship with someone in his friend group. he's known for being usually a chill laid-back type of guy but the moment the news broke out, he didn't hesitate to punch eunseok for taking what's supposed to be his.

best friend!anton who recklessly drags you to his car before roughly kissing you in the backseat. he never thought that his silly little plan would backfire at him, and to him, it's all your fault. you need to be put to your place for getting back at him.

he never hid his liking for your strawberry-flavored chapstick. one could argue that he has used more of your chapstick than you did, and he never imagined how good it would taste when he's tasting it on your lips.

best friend!anton who is a shameless manwhore. given everything that had happened, he takes his phone out before recording you both making out in his car. a documentation, at least according to him. he shows off how he makes your pretty lips bleed with the way he bites it; all swollen and needy for whatever he's about to give you, taking lots of pictures and clips of all the hickeys and bite marks he left before sending it to their group chat.

best friend!anton who has you bouncing on his lap, tearing up as you struggle to take his fat cock. god, he loves the way you cry for some dick. no ones supposed to make you cry like this but him, and as he was thinking that, he couldn't help himself but to clench his jaw and drag his cock deeper into your warmth.

you felt so full, on a high if you will, having his cock bulging your stomach with every thrust. it doesn't help you much that you could feel him drag every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. neither did having you wrapped so tightly around him helped anton—he feels so lightheaded with how tight and small you feel against him—he’s got you all stuffed up, soaked and quivering, riding him as he hits the softest spot inside you.

anton has always taken pride in his work, and your vulnerability under his control right now has only fed his already-big ego.

he's shameless on where he puts his kiss marks on; on your cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere he finds enticing, really. “i didn't say stop, did i? i said don't you fucking dare stop riding this fat cock. you're going to show & tell eunseok who fucks you this good.”

and before you could even give a proper response, a whimper escaped your lips as you felt anton’s harsh thrusts up into you repeatedly. he hit your prostate in many ways he could—your toes curled up as anton let everyone hear your moans.

“thaaat’s it, doll,” he groaned as he throws his head back in pleasure. “riding so good for me. go make a show, show how my pretty boy rides tonnie's cock.”

best friend!anton who likes to humiliate and make you feel small ♡. rumors has it that it's hard to deal with a mad anton due to how annoying he could be, but you think otherwise. you're very much willing to do everything to get his hands all over your body, even if it means to anger this mad man (which pretty much explains how poor eunseok was dragged into this mess)

"who told you to act like some kind of street whore, hm? i'm giving you just enough attention, aren't i? am i not enough for you to get a boyfriend? fuckass slut.”

best friend!anton who's temperamental. one moment he's splitting your hole open, the next he's making you his pillow prince (it counts, even if you're at the back of his car). he's just so obsessed with messing with your head even when he's fucking you—he wants you to be dependent on him, because you're his and his only ♡ kiss your forehead while his hands were wrapped around your neck? you got it. making you cry with his thick cock while cuddling you? you got it.

anton may seem like some kind of playboy, even a fuckboy, to other people, but he has never slept with anyone but you. his cum stained fleshlights and self clips were his testaments. he just loves you so much, ok? ♡

"got what you needed, doll face? a good dick down from me? yeah, that's it... anyway, wanna come over later?” he pecked your lips as he cummed inside you and smiled. “keep my cum inside you, alright? i’ll eat you out later when we get home.” you giggled as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before preparing to drive.

[xavistarlight]

Babyteeth

synopsis: Caleb is 8 and mc is 6 , it seems like the tooth fairy came early for the both of you.

You and Caleb walk hand and hand down the street, Caleb always looking over carefully to make sure your keeping up.

" do you need to take a break pipsqueak?" He says cheerfully

You shake your head two little pigtails swinging in the wind as Caleb pats your head.. but as he does he notices something A BEE ?!?

“ oh, hmm wait just a second there’s a bee” he says calmly

That’s when you go full, fight or flight mode and let’s just say it’s a mix of both your running around frantically swatting your hands while Caleb tries to chase after you, somewhere in the midst of it you end up smacking Caleb right in the mouth.

Which stops both of you in your tracks

“ wow pipsqueak, and I thought I was gonna have to protect you from bullies” he says giving you a toothy grin

And that’s when your eyes go wide.

Caleb’s usually bright smile is pooled with blood, and his front tooth now snaggles.

You break down into tears

“ pipsqueak , what’s wrong?!?!” Caleb is seriously confused until he touches his lip and sees blood.

“You must’ve accidentally knocked out his already loose tooth!” He thinks to himself

“ pips it’s okay i promise it was already loose!” He says as he effortlessly pulls the tooth out grabbing a rag out of his pocket to clean up the bleeding.

Caleb gives you a smile again.. but you only cry harder

“ THERES MORE BLOOD!!! WAHHHH!!” you squel out

“gosh darn it, why won’t this thing stop bleeding it’s scaring my squeak” Caleb talks to himself frustratedly.

He grabs your shoulders carefully but firmly

“pipsqueak what would sailor moon do in this situation she would be brave wouldn’t she!”

You stop crying for a minute wheels turning in your head.

“ hm.. she’d … FIGHT THE PERSON WHO DID THIS TO YOU” you say lifting your fist about to smack yourself in the face.

“ PIPSQUEAK NOOOOO!!!!” Caleb shouts out as it happens in slow motion.

And that’s how you both ended up in front of gran both missing one of your front teeth.

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[xoxochb]

“look at me, pretty girl.”

you lift your head from your book. percy waits expectantly until your eyes meet his. “mhm?”

a smile graces his lips. with his index and thumb, percy grasps your chin gently and turns your head farther upwards towards him.

your eyes resemble a doe’s, large and round and awfully knee-weakening. he reaches out and kisses each of your fluttering closed eyelids, the first and then the second.

when he pulls away your doe eyes meet his again. they’re questioning, awaiting a response to your unclear question.

“I just wanna look at you.”

your mouth curves into an ‘O’ shape as you murmur a silent ‘ohhh…’ with a slight nod of your head. you bite down on your bottom lip and twiddle with the corner of your book’s page.

percy uses his thumb to remove your teeth from your lip so he can run his finger over it with tenderness. “gonna make ‘em bleed.”

you’d often peel the skin of your lips until crimson spewed from them. percy would advise you not to do it again before kissing it better. but you’d always subconsciously doing it over and over.

“I can’t help it,” you whisper. “I used up my last chapstick.”

“I’ll buy you more.” percy smooths out your hair and kisses your forehead. “strawberry, right?”

“mhm hm.” you nod. “I don’t like the other flavors… especially cherry, I’d rather die.”

he kisses you a second time. “I know, pretty girl.”

this time, when he pulls back, he rubs his thumbs beneath your eyes. once he’d tried to touch your eye itself, in some form of showing you how much he loved the doe shape.

but for that second he had forgotten the consequences of that action and had hurt your eye. thankfully, you were not upset. he had kissed away the fallen tears and held you until you fell asleep.

the lake’s calming ripples and quiet owl’s coos infiltrate your hearing. soon the sun would set upon the horizon and your eyes wouldn’t flicker with gold specks when faced towards the warmth of the yellow planet.

percy takes advantage of this moment, so serene. and your eyes he’d perish within the vision of. he wishes only to stop your eyelids from shutting at all, to stare from his green eyes to your own for eternity.

“you have very nice eyes.” your murmur cuts through the peaceful silence. though if anything, percy only though your interruption added onto the serenity— your voice sweet as honey.

“I do?”

“yes.” you shut your book on your lap. with free hands, you cup percy’s cheeks between your palms. “like the sea.”

he turns and presses a kiss to your hand. “you have nice eyes too, pretty girl.”

you smile oh-so gently. such a look of love filling up your eyesight. you slip your arms around his shoulders and tug percy to lay his head upon your shoulder.

he begins to pepper feather light kisses to your neck, eliciting soft giggles from your chapped lips. you curl your fists into his shirt to assure the tree bark doesn’t dig into your skin from behind you. you’d possibly chosen the worst dress to wear whilst sitting like this. percy protects you similarly and takes up a gentle hold on your waist.

“percy!” you scold— but your laugh gives away your true emotions. “I complimented you, you have to be nice to me!”

his voice is muffled when he says, “I am being nice!”

“but it’s tickling me!” your feet kick idly between his, hitting them.

“that’s the point!”

with a last, lingering open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder he pulls back from your neck, kissing your nose lastly to watch as you scrunch it up.

“lay back.” you tug percy back down to lay against the tree with you. this time he rests his head against your chest calmly. he puts his ear over your heart to hear its beat. “can we stay here for a bit? until the harpies come out?”

percy hums and presses a kiss to your heart. “‘course.”

the sun, once bright golden, dims to a hazy bronze as the day comes to an ultimate end. soon would arrive the illuminating moon in all of her glory, to kiss the dark sky with her stars. and when that happens, you will be there to watch it.

°˖➴ in which percy loves his girlfriend’s big round doe eyes <3

[n0rmal-cat]

Yandere cashier x murder reader

[little freak in the 80s]

you were an unredeemable monster, that's what the newspaper would have society believe. they never do talk about the victims morality when they die, but that didn't matter nothing did because you were a monster.

You walked through the rainy streets the sounds of the bustling city drowning out the man you left behind in the alleyway to bleed.

you stopped at the golden light of a cafe, coffee and a cigarette sounded good right about now. as you walked in it wasnt the smell of freshly baked pastries but pastries that had been sitting there for hours.

"Hello, welcome to the Leonor, what can I get you?" The voice at the counter was way too chipper for your liking, how can someone be so happy at this hour?

"You're in high spirits"

he let out a small laugh "Well someone has to lighten the mood hm?" his smile brighter than the lights.

"you're very strange, I'll take a black coffee," you said, taking your wallet out.

"I'll take strange, are you sure you seem a bit tense, a tea would help a lot more" he offered

"I appreciate the offer but I know what I need" your voice cold.

He nodded and got to work.

You sat down at a nearby table fiddling with your lighter as you waited. Not long later he came to your table with your order. It was only then did you realize that it was only you two in the cafe.

"I brought you a cookie as well, it's on the house" he placed the tray down.

"Did you give me tea as well or do you just change everyone's orders?"

"nope black coffee just like you asked, like i said you seemed a bit tense so i thought why not give you a small piece of happiness" he smiled once again and went back to the counter.

The coffee was fine and the cookie was too sweet in your opinion, but it was better than nothing. you looked over at the cashier once more you seem to catch a glimpse of him staring at you but he quickly goes back to cleaning the counter.

"what time do you get off" you ask him

"me, three am why do you want to know" he looked up to meet your eyes.

"Call me curious, but i guess that's the end for me, i'll see you off then" getting up from your chair you walk past the counter. "what leaving so soon?" he moved to stand in front of you and the door.

"that is how leaving works yes"

"but you can't just- wouldn't you like a refill?"

you thought about it for a moment "No not particularly, I'd prefer to go home thank you"

his face saddened "I understand, I won't keep you here any longer" he moved out of the way and let you leave through the door.

He sighs and goes to clean up your table, he notices a piece of paper underneath your cup. He opens it to find a sum of money, inside a phone number written on the paper.

He smirks to himself "I knew it I knew it oh I knew it, don't worry my love I'll see you soon" he picks the money up inspecting it "I wonder is this from your own pocket or someone new? I'll have to buy tomorrow's paper and find out for myself" he put the money to his lips giving it a soft kiss

[hitomisuzuya]

hiiii! hope you've been doing well and having a good christmas season time!!!💞

not sure if you're comfortable with writing this or not but what about wanderer with a s/o who gets overwhelmed and cries very easily during that time of the month? i just really need some fluffy fluff and you're the best at writing it 🥹

wanderer (scaramouche) x fem!reader. fluffy fluff fluff. period woes. comfort. soft scara

aww merry christmas and happy holidays to you and everyone around the world❤️ i cry very easily during that dreaded time 😭

before this happened, wanderer didn't know he would be thanking himself for having incredible foresight to buy one specific thing for you.

ah, your period. wanderer knew he wouldn't quite fully understand the monster (as he liked to call it) that was your period. he hates that he can't just purge it like he could unruly slimes screwing around too close to sumeru city.

wanderer is frozen with wide eyes. there you are, sniffling and crying with a closed light novel in your lap. he'd in a way sensed when your time of the month is coming, but it still gave him whiplash how the symptoms could suddenly rear their ugly heads at any given moment.

he couldn't imagine what it did to you.

your period also genuinely freaks him out. you are bleeding all the time, therefore you are dying. and you are always in so much pain that it hindered even your movements at times.

"why are doing that nonsense?" wanderer bristled, taking your hands off your face so you would look at him. "stop it," he hates seeing you cry. hates it. he can barely handle it.

"bu-but, the main character died at the end," your words wobbled as you sniffled, uselessly brushing tears away only for more to fall from your eyes.

"did you really like the main character that much?" he asked, glancing down at the light novel in your lap. "what was so great about him?" he was going to try and get to the bottom of this, even if he wasn't the best at expressing himself sometimes. he knew he ran the risk of sounding like an insensitive asshole and making things worse.

"no, not particularly. it's just.." you sniffled again, trailing off as your lower lip trembled.

"hm?" wanderer knew he absolutely had to be delicate in approaching this. please, just tell him how to fix it. it's always hard on him seeing you cry.

"his dog must be so lonely now. the main character promised he would come back, and animals have feelings too. i can't imagine the lonely sadness his poor doggo felt realizing his owner, who cared for him since he was a puppy, wasn't coming back," you are crying more tears now. "the main character is an only child, and his parents are dead. who would take his dog and care for him and love him now? it's just so sad," the words came tumbling out of your mouth.

you buried your face in your hands again, and wanderer let you. he knew you didn't like him seeing you cry.

as wanderer slowly processed what you said, he suddenly knew exactly what to do. he immediately turned and strode to his little hidey spot for gifts he'd gotten you. this one in particular was originally to make up for him being an asshole to you earlier in the week. who knew it would come in handy double like this.

you felt something tap the top of your head. "why don't you ask him yourself? he's right here," you opened your eyes to see wanderer holding a soft, plush dog that looked incredibly similar to the dog you are crying about in your book.

"aw, scara he is so cute," you cooed, taking the plush from him and putting it's nose against yours for a moment. wanderer is incredibly relieved that you instantly stopped crying.

"there, now he isn't going to be lonely or sad. see? he looks happy already," wanderer couldn't believe he was referring to an inanimate object like it was actually alive.

but it sure made you smile.

"he can keep you company while i run out and get some things for you. you need a new heating pad, right?" he hated how hooded your eyes looked from being in pain from cramps and body aches. he was already making a checklist in his head. pads, a heating pad. disgusting chocolate, both kinds.

"i can go with you," you started to get up.

"no. no, just stay where you are," he abruptly held up a hand to stop you from getting up. he could tell it hurt you to even move. he wasn't going to have that. he glared at you a little when you opened your mouth to protest.

sighing, he looked down at the stuffed dog in your lap as he grabbed a blanket to put around you. you would be in less pain while he was gone if you were warm. the concept of heating pads taught him that. "ask the mutt to hold down the fort for me," he knew he sounded incredibly silly, but it was worth it to him to see you smile softly up at him and nod.

before he left, you gave him a quick kiss. "thank you, scara. i love him, he is so cute. you are the absolute best," wanderer's vision on his chest lit up.

[miyakiwiii]

"Just a naïve one arent ya?"

=HOSHINA SOSHIRO

Ive had brainrot of this man for the whole days.. also some karasu brainrot.

18+ NSFW. EXPLICIT.

MARKING/BITING, OVERSTIMULATION,P IN V, SLIGHT BONDAGE? BLOOD,INJURY! ,W/PLOT,RAW!,HAIR PULLING, FEM READER!,BOTH PRAISE?, DEGRADE?,RIDING

the vice captain of the third division of the defense force, hoshina soshiro.

Or hoshina fuku taichō.

You were just a normal officer, serving also for the defense force and also in the third division.

You've always admired the vice captain from afar, well he has only greeted you once.... maybe thrice? We dont know.

The kaiju alarm has rang, waking the others up and moving quickly getting ready.

All of you moved fast to reach the vehicle in time. Others are now inside the vehicle, to reach where the kaiju is now attacking. You, also inside the vehicle and took a deep breath and exhale it, You look around inside the vehicle and it stops into the destination on where the kaiju is close, but not close enough to injure all of you inside the vehicle. All of you went outside the vehicle, readying you're guns

Pew pew.

There he was, wearing his armour, and also his double swords noticable,his closed eyes and the mask covering his mouth.

You grip ur gun tighter as the ground rumbles a little bit, due to the kaiju being hella big...

You prepare too shoot incoming kaijus, reloading freezing rounds to slow some of them up.

It was untill one attacked you from behind. As it attacked you, you managed to shoot it off and run away, hiding in a building gripping your bleeding shoulder.

Shit, those kaijus we're fast as fuck.

Your eyes slowly close due too the exhaustion from the blood lost.

But, you suddenly randomly woke up in a bed blah blah blah..

"Oh? Yer' awake! Didnt notice that." hoshina says with his signature smile and closed eyes of course...

Wait did you say hoshina?

ITS HOSHINA.

He sits on the chair beside you as you look at him.

"Uhm.." you say letting out a sound, well not entirely a sound but you dont know if its a word.

He flicks your forehead

"Ow.." you rub the place where he flicked you're forehead

"You're just a naïve one arent ya?" He says, looking at you while laughing " we found you bleeding inside of a random crumbled building, Ya coulda' been injured more!" He says while crossing his hands.

"Im.. sorry vice captain i had no where to go.." you say while sighing and also sweat dropping

"No, no its fine! You could repay me because i saved yer' life." He says while smirking at you.

"What.. kind of repayment..?" You say, swallowing the saliva thats been building up inside ur mouth.

"You'll see." He says while smiling, striking you with his signature smile.

NSFW AHEAD.

And thats how you ended up having your hands tied to ur back while riding your vice captain.. raw

"Yer' doing so well hm? Riding my cock like a fucking slut." He says, gripping your waist like hes holding on for dear life.

"Ah - ah- yes vice captain!" You say, tears welling up in you're eyes as the overstimulation consumes your body.

How many orgasms has it been? Two or three? Maybe even four.

You were slowly turning dizzy from the pleasure, no his pleasure That you were giving him.

He slowly makes his way into ur neck, feeling his warm breath.

He bites down a mark and it makes you arch your back and moan, he was still bouncing you up and down, like a fucking cocksleeve.

"I bet ya like this hm? Sugar?" He says, licking the mark, blood seeping from the mark.

"Y-yes Vice captai- AH!" you say, he moves ur body faster on his cock, there was a ring of white forming on it, due to the past orgasms.

Goddamn this man had a lot of stamina...

Well of course? What would you expect from the vice captain?

He pulls ur hair for a kiss, intertwining your tongues together, he was kissing you like a starved man.

While he was kissing you, his hands slowly made it into your clit, rubbing it in tight cirlces.

He breaks the kiss and opens his eyes. You saw his red eyes staring at yours.

"C-cant do it haaah..." you say feeling exhausted from bouncing on his cock.

"You can do it, just one more... one more.." he still kept rubbing circles on ur core, he was feeling you tightening on his shaft.

He felt good from all of this.

"C-coming!" You say.

"Come. Now." he says making you bounce more faster on him.

"Ngh- aahha!" You came, oh so deliciously on him,he soon followed after you.

You were both panting and huffing.

"Who said we were done yet?"

Hes so ooc for me.. AGGGHHHHH

[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Boyfriend x GN Reader

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 , NSFW

Yan! Boyfriend who you thought to be a golden retriever only to have him turn into a Doberman the moment you are away from him.

Yan! Boyfriend who is the "all 5 love language combo" for you and you only!

Act of service? Fun, especially when his head is buried into your crotch. That aside, yes he does all those sweet ass stuffs. Anything you think of, he has done it, even to the very most downbad shit you could think of.

Physical touch? PDA if you are into that, else either a hand around your thigh, squeezing them with love or shit ton of pecks.

Words of affection? 'My love looks so gorgeous as usual! What a refined beauty my love is, no wonder I can't stop falling head over heels for you!' And you were on the bed with bad hair, drooling on your pillow.

Gifting? How many gifts have you received today from him? Starting from something little to something large? The most surprising would be him coming home with a pet for you.

"Ta-daaa! You've been saying you want a pet so I think you will like this!"

Quality time? Not a problem for him. He has a lot of time for you. Hm? Work? Better not question him further about it. All that matters is that it's enough to give the two of you more than enough, even allowing the two of you to laze around. (Unlike Yan! Lawyer Husband and Yan! Antagonist who barely has any time for darling pfft-)

Yan! Boyfriend who is practically on his knees like a dog waiting for his treat when you are about to do something ✨️ r o m a n t i c a l ✨️ on him. Say who's a good boy and you could have sworn you saw his non-existent tail wagging excitedly.

"Who's a good boy hm? Who's a gooood boy??"

"Me! Blue! Blue is a good boy!"

Well, at least he is now because he wasn't when you first met him. He's changed a lot just for you, didn't want to disappoint you the next time you see him.

Yan! Boyfriend is the guy who you can really depend on for everything. Financially? Yes. Wanna beat the fuck out of someone? Call him and that person will have a taste of all the martial arts he has learned back then, not to mention he was quite the delinquent back then. Mentally? Yes. He's always there for you, either making it worse or better.

Yan! Boyfriend who likes to show you off to his friends and co-workers so much as though you are his prized possession. The hand that never leaves your waist and the dagger he shot at the people who stared at you for a bit too long are threatening enough to scare them away. Will definitely have a separate chat with them later,

"The fuck you are looking at my love for hm?"

Ignore how their nose is red and bleeding okay? If only Blue was able to do more, he would have had his fist buried into their face even more and harder like in the good ol' days. Has no choice but to be good else someone might rat to you about his behavior again.

Yan! Boyfriend who really likes to sleep on your lap, being able to feel you this close just makes him feel all giddy like a teenager in love. Would litter kisses and licks if you are not wearing anything that covers your thighs.

Yan! Boyfriend who will almost have the same taste in music as yours because he's just like that. Sucking in everything about you and ends up liking it.

Yan! Boyfriend who will vibe with you nonstop. If you are the crack type person, he will just be as crack as you, making people think whether the two of you are high in crack or not. Will always make you feel like it's okay to do anything you want without having to be embarrassed. Too shy to sing? Well, watch him scream his lungs out (Lemon and Grape chilling with ear muffs) and his hand motioning you tag along.

"BABY WON'T YOU LOOOOVEEE MEEEE"

"What do you say we gag him up with the mic?"

"Great, I'll hold him by the neck."

Yan! Boyfriend who really loves watching you sleep. No, he's not a somnophilic bastard like Yulian. He just adores seeing you resting so peacefully. (while Eleanor panicking over darling sleeping)

Yan! Boyfriend who enjoys cooking breakfast for you. You'll wake up greeted with him standing by the kitchen or sitting by the dining table waiting for you to wake up. Hm? If the food has gone cold because you woke up late, he'll just reheat it. Nothing biggie so no need to feel bad about it ^^

Yan! Boyfriend who is always keeping his mental state in check just in case it cracks open the ugly side of him again. He's embarrassed of it yet he is grateful for it because it brought the two of you to meet. Just staying next to you is enough to keep him sane so try not to stray too far from him okay? He might really snap again and the place you once called home might be nothing but ruins.

"Love you... dear."

Yan! Boyfriend who hates being away from you! If his work suddenly requires him to be somewhere away from you, he will bring you along with him! (I might make a chart of the difference for all the LIfE Pro casts)

"Almost feels like a vacation eh? Let's visit this place once I'm done with work love!"

Although he always brings you along, there are times when he'll have to leave you with Lemon or Grape, either asking them to stay with you or you stay over their place.

"Try not to dent his sport car again yeah? He was yapping at me for hours ahaha! I will ask Grape to watch over you as well, she'll do well as your nanny. Hm? Not a little kid anymore? Oh no no, better be safe than sorry. Don't want those nasty ghosts keeping you awake during the night yeah?"

Afternote:

Blue is my second favorite! Yulian has always been the first so no one sees Blue that much... he's just so sweet... although the story he shares with Eleanor tangles everything up...

[panthressa]

How would stiles react to his girl getting a tattoo of his initials or last name on her like maybe a side boob tattoo or thighs, somewhere that’s a little more intimate and only really seen by him (except for the summer ofc when it drives him insane while she’s wearing the prettiest little bathing suits and bikinis and the shortest clothing she can find to combat the blistering heat)

Oh, interesting... Hm. I think if she just told him, "I got a tattoo," first, he'd be kind of freaked out, based on what we saw at the beginning of Season 3 when Scott got his. But when she actually shows him, he'd be more than shocked.

"That's... That's for me...? Like, forever? You want my name on you, right there, forever? Are you serious? I thought you got some doodle or something, not my name!"

He'd be lightheaded and dizzy, unable to believe her dedication to him. He would hesitantly reach out and brush his fingers against her skin, trying to let reality sink in. After a few moments, a little smile and a sweet blush would grow on his face and he'd be flustered as fuck.

"Because I'm yours, and you're mine," she'd say, and he would need to sit down in fear of passing out.

Suddenly he can't stop smiling and staring at it, not letting her put her shirt/pants back on.

And during their most intimate moments, the sight of the ink makes the cocky tease inside of him jump out.

"See? You're all mine. You did that to yourself, I didn't even ask you to do it. You're that obsessed with me, aren't you?"

"Look how good my name looks on you... But how about I hear it too, yeah? You wanna scream my name? Come on, I know you want to..."

Summer is the season of hardness for Stiles. One glance at her and he's already shifting uncomfortably, trying to make it not so obvious. But of course, he can't take his eyes off of her, so his shorts almost always have a tent in them. And when it's really bad, he purposely spills a cup of water onto his lap to hide the mark of precum that bleeds through the thin fabric.

It's the most torturous time of the year. But he can't just fuck her in front of fifty people at the beach, right? Right...?

Well... Stiles' thoughts on that are a bit conflicting. 😉