#[ i finally feel better so i can do chores around the house ]

[despairforme]

Laundry... Day...

[atlafan]

20 & 28 from the prompt list pls!

20. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

28. “I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”

smut prompts

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“He did what?” Harry’s jaw fell open as his dear friend, Y/N, told him about why she was newly single.

“He accepted a job across the country and expected me to drop everything to go with him! He didn’t even tell me he was looking for other opportunities. I mean, it’s a big step up for him, but to assume I’d quit my own job to go play house with him??? My whole family is here. I’d be sick to my stomach knowing I couldn’t see my nephews as regularly as I do now.” She sighed heavily and looked at her friend. “Can I crash here for a few days? If I go back to my place, I know he’ll show up and try to convince me to go with him again.”

“So, it’s over, just like that?”

“Yup. I’m not sabotaging my own career for a man. We’re clearly on different wave lengths, I guess it’s better to find out now.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Of course you can stay with me. Stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you.” She wraps her arms around his neck and sighs. “You’re such a good friend.”

Harry’s been waiting for Y/N and her boyfriend to break up for ages. He’s not one of those guys who’s only friends with a girl because he wants it to lead to more. That would be shitty of him. But he and Y/N have been friends for a while now, and as years have gone by, he’s started looking at her differently. A tiny crush started to bloom. He noticed how her laugh made him feel and how her smile gave him butterflies. It was gradual, natural. But he wasn’t sure how to bring this up to her, and there was never a good time. She was in a relationship, and he assumed she was happy, so he never let on about his feelings.

But now, Y/N is single. Harry’s not going to pounce on her right away. He knows she’ll need time to grieve the loss of her relationship. He also doesn’t want her to think he’s taking advantage of the vulnerable state she’s in. So, he’ll continue being the good friend that he is, and when the time is right, he’ll tell her how he feels.

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Y/N was never one to wear her heart on her sleeve. She didn’t cry in public. She wanted people to think she was fine at all times. But after a month or so of being single, she found herself moping around a lot. She thought about her ex all the time. She hated it, but it was hard not to think of him. She wanted to know how his new job was going because she still cared. But then she’d remind herself that he probably doesn’t care how she’s doing, and then she’d distract herself with something to do.

Then, on a random Tuesday, two months later, a mutual friend sent her a message saying her ex was in a new relationship. He was posting her on main, laughing and smiling.

And that’s when Y/N finally cracked. She cried. She cried her eyes out until they were swollen and puffy. She couldn’t sleep when she tried to go to bed, so she texted Harry and asked if she could come over. He said yes.

“I don’t even know why I care.” She groaned as she told him about the ordeal. “How are men able to move on so quickly? I think about him every day. He always crosses my mind. I’m not even doing it on purpose. He probably never thinks about me.”

“He probably thinks about you all the time and started dating again to fill the void. That’s what I would do if I fucked up as badly as he did.”

“You know what bugs me the most? I have confirmation that he’s having sex. Someone else is giving him orgasms when all I’ve had for the last three months are my own hands and my vibrator. I’m too scared to meet some random dude from an app. I’m losing my mind, Harry. I feel like a feral cat in heat.” She chugs some water and takes a deep breath.

“You’re that horny, huh?”

“You have no idea. Masturbating and watching porn is fun and all, don’t get me wrong, but after a while it’s not exactly exciting. Feels like a chore.”

“I’m going to propose something, and I really want you to think about it before you decide it isn’t a good idea.” He runs a hand through his hair. “What if we had sex?”

“We, like, you and I?”

“Yeah.”

“No offense, but the idea of being pity fucked by my friend isn’t exactly getting my panties wet.”

“It’s not a pity fuck. Don’t be mad, but I’ve wanted to have sex with you for a very long time.”

“Great, so you’ve only been friends with me-“

“Don’t even go there because it’s not like that. We’ve been friends for five years. The last two, you were dating that asshole. A crush sort of snuck up on me around the time you and him started dating. I felt weirdly jealous every time you’d blow our friend group off to go be with him. And when I really thought about why, I realized that it was because I liked you as more than a friend.”

“You’ve liked me for two years?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“You were in love with him. I didn’t want to get in the way of your happiness. I’m fine if we just stay friends. I want you in my life, I don’t care how.”

“Why didn’t you make a move right after we broke up?”

“Other than not wanting to be your rebound, I knew you just needed a friend. You were vulnerable, I couldn’t take advantage of that.”

“You’d really want to fuck so quickly? Don’t you want to take me out on a date first?”

“You’re not the only one who feels feral, Y/N.”

“I can’t believe how stupid and oblivious I am.” She slides her hands down her face. “You’re a great guy, I’d be lucky to date you. My family already adores you. We practically go on dates all the time as it is.” She facepalms, then looks at him. “You really would fuck me right now?”

“Yes. Do…are you even attracted to me…sexually?”

“Harry, you’re the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen. Of course I’m attracted to you.”

“How would I have known that?! I’m not a mind reader!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me, I’m sad!”

“You’ve been sad for three goddamn months.” He steps towards her, backing her up to the sink counter, caging her in. “And I’m over it. I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

“Oh, wow.” Her eyelids become hooded as she looks at him. “Yes.” She nods. “Please, I want that. I want you to fuck me, Harry.”

“Good. Jump.”

She puts her hands on his shoulders and jumps so she can wrap her legs around his waist. Harry’s mouth crashes to hers as he carries her to his bedroom. Y/N feels lightheaded as he lays her down, staying on top of her. Her fingers squeeze at his hair as she licks into his mouth. He tastes like mint, and it makes her moan. His hands slide up under her shirt, pawing at her breasts over her bra.

“Fuck, just take it off. Take it all off.” She whines, and he smirks down at her.

“Look who’s all eager all of a sudden.” He sits up and takes his own shirt off. Before he can reach for Y/N’s, she’s tackling him down and sponging kisses to his chest. Her tongue glides down over his butterfly tattoo. She inches further down until she’s nosing at his erection over his joggers. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Don’t care, want it.” She tucks her fingers into the waistband of his joggers and looks up at him. “Can I?”

“Yes.”

He lifts his hips to help her and she gets the garment off. She kisses him over his briefs and licks his tip through the material. She even takes it into her mouth like this, and it rips a moan from Harry’s throat. Her eyes snap to his, completely blown out.

“God, I should have known you were vocal.” She whimpers. She tugs his briefs down and wastes no time getting the head of Harry’s cock into her mouth. She runs her tongue over his slit and suckles on the blurts of precome oozing out. She wraps her hand around him and slides her mouth off. “Jesus, you’re so big. I’m gonna see if I can get it down my throat.”

“You don’t have to, what you did before felt great.” He runs a hand through her hair and whimpers again.

“No, I want to choke on it. I really like giving head.”

“That’s something we have in common.” He smirks.

She spits onto his tip and takes him back into her mouth. She doesn’t go slow, she goes down fast and chokes, then pulls off, spitting on him to make it wet and messy, then she repeats. She does it until her throat can handle keeping him there for a moment. She swallows around him a few times before coming off and pumping him with her hand.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow it?”

“Fuck, and you’re kinky?! Should’ve done this a long time ago, Harry.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes, I’ll swallow it.”

“Then go on and take it.”

She’s not pretty about it. She chokes and gags and sucks and bobs until Harry’s spurting rope after rope down her throat. He sits up after she pulls off and slots his mouth over hers. He grips the hem of her short and lifts it off. She unhooks her bra and lays back on the bed. Her back arches the second Harry’s tongue is circling her nipple.

“Best tits I’ve ever fucking seen.” He growls as he works his way to her other nipple. “So big and soft.”

“You don’t mind that they’re not all perky?”

“Why would I? A boob is a boob is a boob.” He sucks a good amount of one into his mouth, leaving marks from his teeth on her sensitive skin. He kisses down her stomach and hooks his fingers into the waistband of her leggings. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” She smiles softly. “And my panties too, please. I don’t like the feeling of sitting in my cold, wetness.”

“Heard.” He pulls both of the garments off and tosses them to the floor before splitting her thighs open. She’s glistening for him. He wells up some spit and watches it fall on and down her slit. “So fucking pretty.”

He spreads her lips apart, running his fingers through her sticky folds. His thumbs spread apart the top so he can find her clit. He taps on it with his finger, making her gasp.

“Did I find it, baby?” It’s rhetorical because before she can answer, his licking over it.

He wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, rapidly. He flicks the tip of his tongue over it, swirls it around, spits on it, then goes back to sucking. The sounds are wet and obscene. Y/N has a hand stuffed in his hair while the other clutches at the sheets. She moans out when she feels his middle finger sink inside her.

“So fucking tight.” He groans.

“I can take another, please, wanna feel you stretch me out.”

Harry grins and lets his ring finger join the middle. He works them in and out of her, wanting to prep her hole for what’s to come. Then he lets them stay deep inside and curls them to her front wall as he shallowly thrusts in and out. He gets his mouth back on her clit and uses his free hand to keep her thigh down and open.

“Fuck, just like that.” Her head rolls back and her mouth hangs open as she rolls her hips forward to meet his thrusts. “Harry, shit, you’re so good. Don’t stop.” Her toes start curling and her legs start shaking, and Harry laughs so sinisterly low that it makes her head dizzy. One of her heels digs into his shoulder blade. She’s panting and moaning and writing under him. “Oh, oh fuck.” She feels the coil deep in her belly about to snap. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, don’t stop.” The bed starts creaking and the headboard starts thudding against the wall. Harry’s rutting his hips into the mattress and moaning into her. “Harry, Harry, Harryyyyyy, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her back arches off the bed as she lets go. Harry fucks her through it, keeping his fingers deep inside her. He gives her throbbing clit a break, then slowly takes his fingers out when he hears her breathing evening out.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and his surprised when Y/N grips his jaw to pull him down to her. He takes his fingers out and replaces them with her mouth. They moan against each other, both relishing in the filthy kiss.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks.

“Are you hard again?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s some good stamina.” She smirks.

“Eating you out made me hard again. Taste so fucking good.” He reaches into his side table drawer and pulls out a foil packet. He sits back on his feet and rips it open to roll onto his cock.

“Do you mind if I play the role of a pillow princess? Kind of want you to just do what you want with me.”

“Yeah? Does being used turn you on?”

“Like this…by you…it does.”

“This might hurt a little since it’s been a while for you. If you need me to stop, just tell me and I will.”

“Okay.”

Harry lines himself up and slowly pushes inside. Y/N bites into his shoulder. The stretch burns, but the pain soon turns to pleasure once he’s all the way in. His tip is already nudging into her g-spot.

“Good?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you. You can move.”

He pulls out about halfway before thrusting back in. Y/N is so sweet for him, he slips out a couple of times before he can get a rhythm going. He sits up and throws her legs over his shoulders, pounding into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. She raises her hips and starts moaning uncontrollably. The angle is perfect. He thumbs at her clit, and her nails dig into the meat of his thighs.

“I’m getting close.” She twitches under him, wanting to close her legs to get some relief, but she can’t. “Please, don’t stop.” She whimpers up at him. “Feels so good.”

“Love watching you take it.” He grunts. “We fit so perfectly, your pussy was made for me.”

“Oh, fuck!” Apparently, that’s all she needed in order to come. She drenches his cock, which surprises the both of them. “Oh my god!” She cries out, a second wave of pleasure washing over her. It’s like the never ending orgasm. “Please tell me I didn’t just pee on you.” She sits up on her elbows and is mortified by the wet spot between them. “I had all that water beforehand-“

“You didn’t pee, Y/N.” Harry chuckles. “You just squirted a little. Well, a lot, but you know what I mean.”

“I’ve never done that before.” She blinks.

“Poor thing.” He pouts down at her. “Didn’t it feel so good to get a release like that?” He places his hands on the back of her thighs and pushes them down until her knees are on either side of her head. “Hm?”

“Yes, felt amazing.”

“I’ll make you do it again, baby, don’t worry. Gonna give it to you like you deserve. Hold your legs there for me.” He grips her hips and starts moving her on and off his cock. He watches as her eyes roll back and he laughs lowly. “Feel good?”

“Soooo good, oh my god.”

His fingers comes together and he slaps her clit, over and over and over until she’s panting and crying out and making a mess. He pulls out to move her onto her side. She sighs contently, happy to give her legs a break. But it’s not long until Harry is putting one of her legs over his shoulder and sliding back in, fucking her from the side.

“Christ, can feel you in my guts.”

“M’not hitting your cervix right? It still feels good?”

“Feels amazing, keep going.”

“Rub your clit. I wanna come at the same time.”

She slides her hand down and touches herself. She could honestly come from the sound of Harry moaning alone, but his cock beating into her g-spot is also a big help. She screams his name as she comes, making another mess. Harry grunts and whimpers and moans as he fills the condom.

He waits until they’ve both caught their breaths to pull out. Y/N rolls onto her back while Harry throws the condom away. The bed creaks as he lays back down next to her. Her lower half twitches every so often, her thighs still quivering.

“I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.” He turns onto his side and draws shapes into her belly.

“Shut up.” She breathes. “I can’t even feel them.”

“You should really come with me to Pilates more often.”

“Who needs Pilates when you’re going to be fucking me like that regularly?” She turns her head to the side to look at him.

“Oh, am I going to be fucking you regularly? I didn’t get that memo.” He smirks.

“Yes, generally, when two people start dating, they fuck regularly.”

“Are you serious?” He sits up, hope painted all over his face. “You can really see us being a romantic couple?”

“Yeah.” She smiles up at him and caresses his cheek. “I’d really like to give this a shot.”

“Oh, Y/N, that makes me so happy.” He moves to lay on top of her and buries his face in her neck. She holds him to her chest, content with having his weight on her.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being you.”

He moves to look at her and pecks her lips. “You’re welcome.”

[belladonnasmenagerie]

KinktoberDay 2:Bo X Innocent!reader

Bulge, corruption kink, spanking

!18 Plus minors don’t interact!

Preview: trying to set up a nice little date Bo can’t help but to fuck you in the gas station basement.

Also I wrote this pretty quickly so sorry for any errors or that sort of stuff lol

Warnings: Okay guys this is a nasty one, spanking, dirty talk, slightly ditzy reader, innocent reader if you find that uncomfortable click away, tit job, cum play, f!oral, m!oral???, reader is on the curvier side

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It started off innocent enough just you running around the house in a nice pink sundress finishing up the chores so you could surprise Bo with a little picnic to relax him. Placing the last plate in the cupboard you started packing up the things for your picnic before making your way to the gas station excited to surprise your boyfriend, who you knew had been working his tale off all morning.

Finally reaching the station, Bo heard the bell from the door ding alerting him to somebody’s presence. With a sigh he wondered who could have stumbled into town as he rolled out from beneath his truck.

“Sorry but we’re closed.” He started getting up from the roller wiping his hands with a rag he had set close to his side.

“Come back in…” he continued until he abruptly stopped at the sight before him

You, looking so cute with that soft smile beaming up at him, looking all innocent, but he knew that was a fucking lie. Looking over your body he could tell the way your breasts busted up over the dress showing your cleavage for anybody to see, your thighs spilling out over the thigh high socks, and don’t get him started over how the dress barley hit your mid thigh.

He felt his pants tightening at the mere sight of you.

“Sorry to interrupt baby, just thought we could go for a picnic.” You said so innocently showing him the basket

He looked at the basket then to you, your eyes showing no Intent that this was some sort of ruse just so he could fuck you raw, no he knew better than that. Your pretty little head wouldn’t think of those ungodly things, too innocent to even imagine what you’re doing to his cock right now.

With a smirk Bo walked up to you grabbing the basket and placing it onto the hood of his truck.

“You know what baby doll, that sounds great but how about you help me with a little chore before that, hm?”

You tilted your head in confusion, Bo cursed himself for the way his cock twitched at the sight.

“But, I did all the chores Bo.”

“I know darlin’ but it’ll be real quick then we can have that nice picnic you planned alright?” He said wrapping his arm around your shoulder

You perked up “Alright, if it’ll be real quick I guess I can help.”

Bo chuckled to himself noting the devilish intent he had “Good girl.”

Making your way to the basement you looked around at the messy area, wondering if it needed to be cleaned a little before leaving.

“Do you need me to clean the room before we go?” You asked not looking at Bo who stood behind you

Clicking the lock on the door Bo made his way behind you, pressing you against him, the bulge from his pants pressing against you making him moan.

“No darlin’ I’m gonna have you clean somethin’ else.”

Turning you around he pushed you to your knees, a gasp escaping your lips at the sudden maneuver not understanding what he wanted until you saw the bulge of his cock right in front of you. Bo gripped his cock above the fabric, slowly pumping the hard member over his jeans.

“Come on babygirl I know you can help me with this, right?”

You nodded scooting closer, his hand leaving his cock, looking up at him your tongue rolled out of your mouth licking against the fabric going up and down over his bulge. Bo groaned at the sight feeling his pre cum leak from the tip.

“Come on, take it out.”

Pulling away you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down until you saw his hard on in his boxers, A blush lit up your cheeks at the sight of it right in front of you.

“Come on baby, you sucked my cock before I know you can do it again. No need to be so flustered.” He caressed your cheeks to reassure you

Biting your lip you looked back down at his cock, it took everything in Bo not to just say fuck it and have his way with you, not caring about how much you cry and moan for him to slow down. Gently you took his boxers pulling them down till his cock sprung free, tentatively you placed your gentle hands around his cock starting to slowly pump up and down one hand at the base the other near the tip.

A sigh left Bo’s lips loving the feel of his cock being pumped, the sound of his precum slicking with each pump. He couldn’t hold back the low moan that escaped his chest once he felt your tongue give his tip a lick, keeping an eye on you he watched as you looked up at him whilst giving the tip of his cock tiny kitten licks.

“Fuuuuck, you’re going to ruin me baby girl.”

Looking down lower he noticed your voluptuous breasts popping from your dress and smirked catching an idea.

Pulling your hands away, you looked at him confused

“What did I do wrong?” You asked pulling from his tip

He shook his head “Nothing baby, I have another idea. Sit back.”

Doing as your told you leaned back on your haunches, waiting for your next order.

“Bunch up your dress.”

Eyes wide you shook your head “No, Bo that’s too indecent.”

Grabbing your chin he directed your face back to him “It’s only you and me here sweets, you can trust me right?”

Pouting you shook your head yes, starting to pull the dress up.

“Good girl.” He complimented pumping his cock as he watched

Pulling the dress up you stopped above your hips, but Bo nodded

“higher” he ordered

You obeyed pulling it higher until he told you to stop just below your breasts. Turning to the side Bo grabbed a fold out chair placing it right in front of you, sitting himself down on it.

“Come here.”

Scooting closer to him Bo took his cock shoving it under the bunched up dress, before pushing it up between your breasts he let a wad of spit drip onto your cleavage watching as the liquid ran over your breasts into the space between them. Pressing further up Bo groaned feeling your tits press against his aching cock until the tip popped out the top.

“Push them together, open your mouth.”

Moving your hands you squeezed your breasts together the heat in your cheeks rising as you opened your mouth.

“Good girl.”

Pulling his cock down Bo moved it in and out of your breast the wad of spit and pre cum slicking you up nicely. Every time he pushed back up the tip slipped into your mouth, earning him that cute expression he loved so much, Wide eyes with that tint of pink at your cheeks, he wasn’t going to last long with you looking like that.

He groaned watching as he slipped inside your mouth coming out with a pop every time,

“Fuck baby doll, like that, please, fuck! Lick my cock like a good girl.”

Understanding what he wanted you started circling his twitching tip with each thrust he gave.

“Just like that, Christ, I’m not gonna last long with your tits pressing against me like that and your fucking tongue.” He groaned giving a particular thrust

Smirking down at you he started going faster “I’m gonna paint that pretty little face of yours and those big tits with my cum.” He growled hearing the slap of his balls against his fist at the base of his cock.

“Please…Bo.” You murmured out in between each thrust

Bo groaned hearing you beg, throwing his head back he let out a guttural groan slamming his cock up all the way twitching as cum spurted all over your face and breasts.

Heaving a few breathes Bo finally pulled out from your breasts, watching as you looked down at the seed all over your chest feeling it run down your cheeks. Using two fingers you watched as you scooped two finger fulls of the cum off your face before giving it a lick. You couldn’t help but feel your pussy pulse at the taste of his cum, delving your fingers into your mouth sucking his seed off your fingers.

“Holy shit.” Bo moaned breathlessly feeling his cock starting to get hard again.

Looking up at him you removed your fingers

“Sorry Bo, you just taste really good.” You apologized

He just looked down at you, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Get on the bed.” He ordered

Getting up quickly you crawled onto the bed, showing off your ass in the tiny dress, A swift slap made you yelp as the spot reddened in pain.

“Bo..” you scolded glaring at him behind you

Another slap reverberated across your skin making your ass jiggle.

“Hurry up baby, your ass is looking really delicious right now.” He growled letting out a soft chuckle

Pouting you turned around laying on your back, glaring at him with your arms crossed.

“Oh come on y/n, all mad cause I slapped your sexy ass?” He commented crawling onto the bed

You let out a humph sound, turning your head away, Bo smirked at the response.

“Looks like I gotta make it up to you then.”

Crawling lower Bo flipped your dress up revealing your cute underwear, pink with a frilled outline, licking his lips he pressed his tongue against the wet spot at the front of your panties. A gasp left your lips eyes darting down to see Bo between your legs his nose brushing against you, sniffing your essence, groaning from the delicious scent.

“Fuck baby, I thought you were too innocent for stuff like this.” He pulled your panties to the side looking up at you with his devilish eyes as he pushed a finger into your dripping core “but it looks to me like you’re just a little whore.”

You shook your head trying to cover your face in embarrassment “I’m not a whore!” You complained

“Oh yeah? Then you won’t mind me having a quick taste, hm?”

At that he pressed his tongue against your pulsing clit flicking it up and down as his finger pumped inside of you. Your breathing became labored hand darting to Bo’s hair out of instinct the other gripping his sheets. Bo smiled looking up at you between your legs, pumping a little faster into your cunt.

Pulling away from your clit he watched his finger pumping in and out, licking his lips tasting your sweet nectar on them, he looked back at you.

“Think you can take another finger darlin’?”

You refused to look at him making him chuckle, eyes going to your breasts again.

“Pull out your tits and play with them while I finger fuck your tight pussy.”

Your cheeks had to be ten shades of red at this point but none the less you did as told pulling out your breasts from the top of your dress. Bo groaned at the look of your pert nipples, noticing how horny you were.

Looking back down at your pussy he slowly started to push another finger in “mmm I’m going to break you princess” he growled curling both fingers up inside you.

Moving your hand from Bo’s hair both of them got placed upon your breasts fingers tweaking the nipples as Bo sucked at your clit again.

“Bo..” you moaned out feeling your legs shake from pleasure

He felt you gushing around his fingers your liquid running down his palm, his tongue danced around your clit forcing your head to press against the pillow as your hips moved up into his mouth. You felt the vibrations of his laugh as he allowed you to move against him, feeling how your pussy clenched around his fingers that now pistoned inside of you.

“Bo! Please! I’m gunna…”

before you could finish your hips thrusted up into him, thick thighs shaking as you closed around him suffocating him with your thighs.

Chest heaving you undid yourself from around his head laying numb against the sheets, your thighs trembling with the quake of your last orgasm. Pulling his fingers from you Bo crawled up your body, finally catching his eyes you finally realized what happened.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry Bo! I wasn’t thinking I…”

Suddenly his lips crashed into yours his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, closing your eyes you kissed back.

Distracting you his hand gripped his now weeping cock, angling it right up against your hole. A sharp gasp left your lips at the feeling of him shoving his cock inside you, pulling from your lips Bo pressed his forehead against yours.

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t resist fucking you.” He pulled back sitting on his knees and grabbing your hips “couldn’t resist trying to break you.”

Pulling out he slammed his hips back into yours, a moan quivered from your lips as the thought came to you.

This wasn’t going to be quick. He was going to fuck you all night. But for some reason you didn’t mind that, besides secretly you wanted him to ruin you in this tiny dress.

[highwayorgantrade]

Safe House

Pairing: Female Reader! X Soap

Request: Nooo

Summary: Oh no! A bunch of soldiers posted up in your farmhouse bed and breakfast?? Whatever shall you do!! Should you fuck them??

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Overstimulation, begging, volume (keep quiet), unprotected sex, cervix kissing 

Author's note: Okay listen y'all I did not plan on doing this whatsoever. I was in the middle of writing a Graves thing when I got this idea and I knew I just had to get that damn little brain worm out before it ruined my life further. This is gonna be a series!!!!!

The mission had gone wrong. Oh, so horribly wrong. 141 thought they were smart by teaming up with Los Vaqueros again to take down a trafficking ring - “Positive international relations,” Price had called it. “We even got imported muscle.” He grinned, referring to the 6’10” man they had called in, after hearing of his ability to do his job and keep his mouth shut.

 However, the ring had decided on the same tactic, bringing in a nearby cartel to defend their location. Quickly, way too quickly, the group was overwhelmed, frantically phoning in to Laswell for extraction.

“Don’t worry,” She sighed, after directing the seven men to a relatively safe area, the black-tinted SUV already flying gravel. “I have a friend.”

You had just so happened to be the friend. Well, the relative was more accurate, being her sister-in-law. You knew what she did for work, but you never thought she would call on you for help with it.

“Please, (Y/N), it’ll only be for a few days, I swear. A week, tops.” She called you early one November morning. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” And you knew she wouldn’t. The fact was simple: You had lived relatively nearby, and the bed and breakfast you operated and lived in certainly had the facilities to house eight people, and it so happened to be the off-season.

You were eager to accept, happy to help your sister, and it would be nice to have some muscle with the chores that needed done around the property. When the SUV pulled up, you quickly regretted your decision. You had expected a house full of military boys, tearing around like a pack of dogs, but out stepped six of the most attractive men you have ever seen, all completely different, but equally as handsome and rugged. Two were masked, but Christ, were they big anyway. As they loaded packs out of the van, you stepped into the grass, the cold air causing you to draw your cardigan tighter around yourself. When you approached, you kept a safe distance - partly because you didn’t know them, but also because you were afraid that if you got too close, you’d get lost in the intricacies of their faces.

“Hey!” You spoke finally, the rustling of the dying leaves nearly drowning you out. “I’m (Y/N), I hope the trip out wasn’t too awful!” You internally cringed at yourself for giving them the usual spiel you reserved for guests, but continued anyway. “Come on in, all the rooms are pretty much the same, but you can pick, so… that’s something.”

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” One of them finally spoke, casting a friendly grin your way, and you turned quickly to hide the burning on your cheeks. 

You were proud of the way your property looked, hidden well off the road in a small forested area, the whole thing had kind of an eclectic feel to it, but you still felt kind of strange leading them into the common area. 

“Okay!” You clasped your hands together, and tried to remember that you were only a housing opportunity - they had more important things to focus on. “Well, uh, I’ll stay out of your way as much as I can, but you might see me flitting about here and there. What’s mine is yours.” Some nodded their thanks, others were making quick work of checking their bags for God knows what, and one, the one in a skull mask, merely stared down at you, his large arms crossed on his chest.

Okay… You took that as your cue to leave, and you quickly stepped out the back door, hoping to make progress on your chores before the sun set.

The frigid air felt nearly unbearable compared to how hot you were burning in their presence - you didn’t even realize that you were slightly sweating. With a sigh, you reminded yourself of your responsibilities. Repaint the gazebo, refill and hang the bird feeders, and fix the greenery so everything is in full bloom by summer. Leaves crunched under your step as the half-painted gazebo came into view. You could hear voices coming from your house, a few with different accents, mostly British, but you could pick out a Scottish, a vaguely German, and a couple Spanish lilts. A booming laugh echoed, and you relaxed your tense shoulders at the sound. 

“Don’t make me regret this, Kate.” You mumbled as you settled into the grass and popped open a paint can.

She was pretty. It was the first thing Soap had noticed. It looked like she belonged here, in the woods, with the wind blowing her hair and birds singing in her presence. No doubt she kept them well-fed. He had barely listened when she spoke - he was much too focused on how her sweater wrapped tightly around her body, or how her eyes seemed to physically sparkle with curiosity. She had said something, Soap had no idea, but he responded anyway. Something about the drive? The rooms?

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” He answered, stabbing that it was an appropriate response. The way she averted her eyes and a hint of a smile played at the edges of her lips told him that he was successful. When she turned around to lead them into the safehouse, Price gave him a nudge and shook his head ‘no.’ No fucking Kate’s pretty little sister? Might as well ask him to walk on fucking water, next. 

She had promised to make herself scarce, and Soap was silently thankful. He didn’t want this woman caught up in what they were doing, and he didn’t want her to know something that could get her in trouble - Laswell would never forgive them. When she left, Alejandro was the first to speak.

“Nobody talk to me about this mission tonight.” He grumbled, and Soap recognized that as a request long ago, based on the way his jaw was clenched nearly the entire drive to the location, muttering what Soap assumed to be expletives every so often. He trudged up the stairs with his bag, Rudy trailing not far behind. 

“Right, then.” Ghost spoke, rolling his shoulders and pulling out a map of the enemy facility and laying it on the wood table, and Soap nearly laughed at how out of place it looked. “If they’ve gotten support from that gang, it eliminates them from support from anyone else, and makes them a target to others, not just us.”

“We need to get to them first.” Konig’s hand landed on the map, gesturing vaguely at an entrance. “This was lightly guarded.” Soap stared at the location, before his eyes flitted out the window to see you approaching a gazebo outside, and he itched to get this out of the way.

“Aye, they might reinforce that entrance since they know it’s weak now. Leaves somewhere else open to vulnerability.” Soap strategized, his eyes lingering on how your hands ran through your hair, and JESUS, how did it still look perfect after that? A light thump on the back of his head pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked back to see Gaz with a raised eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. 

“No-go, mate. Red zone. Laswell would have your head on a stick.”

“Might be worth it.” Ghost chimed in, following his gaze to the woman.

Price pointed a warning finger to Ghost, his face stony.

“Ghost, stop instigating. Gaz, leave Soap alone. Konig…” He took a breath, considering the man had nothing to do with their antics. “Good job. Soap, I wish I had control over who a soldier decides to sleep with, but I don’t.”

“That girl in Ibiza left a bad taste in your mouth, Cap?” Soap retorted, recalling one of his more infamous hook-ups, and Price laughed loudly.

“Lesson for the inexperienced,” Ghost turned to Konig. “Remember your date’s name or she will throw a knife at you.” Konig shook his head at this, and slung his bag over his shoulder, ready to call it a day.

“Sounds like my kind of woman.”

Soap had already tuned the ribbing out, and when Ghost packed up the plans, he was already tracing your path, walking out the back door to meet you.

A rustling of leaves caused your head to perk up, and you turned to see the one who had spoken to you earlier, a small smile on his face.

“Need any help?” He tilted his head at the gazebo. “More hands make less work ‘n all.” You looked back at your work, having made minimal progress since you began. 

“Oh! Yeah, sure. If you want.” You responded, pulling the paint tray out in front of you so he could take the spare paintbrush. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again.

“I’m Johnny. Most of the guys call me Soap, though.”

Soap? The nickname seemed to come out of nowhere, and you crinkled your nose at this.

“Why do they call you that? You shower more than everyone else or something?” He laughed at this, reaching up to cover the underside of a railing in white paint, and you fought to keep your eyes from lingering on his arms.

“Good at cleaning house, love.” Soap corrected you, your lips pursing at the nickname. “How long have you had this place?”

You shrugged, simply happy that he was making conversation with you.

“Coupl’a years. Since I was twenty. Bought it as a dump and flipped it.” He makes a noise of approval and takes a deep breath. 

“Your, uh, boyfriend live here with you, does he?” At this, you can’t help but allow a laugh to tear through you, both in recognition of what Soap was doing, and out of pure shock that he was doing it.

“Not sure where my boyfriend lives, I haven’t met him yet. Let me know if you find him, though, yeah?” Soap shook his head.

“I don’t think I will, but thank you for the offer.”

The back and forth with Soap left your head reeling, and you considered your options as you painted in silence. Kate would kill you if she found out, but she doesn’t need to find out. It has been terribly long since you’ve even been on a date, or even had sex for that matter, and Soap certainly isn’t the worst looking man in the world. He clearly had a great body, and you delved down the rabbit hole of how his arms would look pinning your arms above your head, his battle-worn dog tag trailing cold electricity down your chest.

A flash of yellow light pulled you out of your musings, and a firefly landed on your knee. You took a deep breath and turned to Soap, his attention garnered by your sudden movement of waving the small bug away.

“Do you wanna have a drink tonight? With me?” Your face was comically serious, and Soap let out a soft chuckle as he replaced the lid on the paint, taking the brush from your hand.

“Aye.” He stood, sighing a bit at the noise his knees made, and handed you the paint tray.

“I’ll, uh, go put this up and meet you inside.” You offered him a small smile, and his head tilted at you, trying to hide his own.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Soap had to stop himself from running back into the house. Giddiness coursed through him, and he burst through the door to see Gaz, Ghost, and Konig sat in various places around the living room, the TV tuned in to the local news.

“Get the fuck out.” He stated simply, his eyes wide and a dumb grin on his face.

“Pardon?” Ghost barely spared him a glance, and Konig automatically stood, silently confused as to where he was supposed to go. Gaz merely stared up at him.

“I said,” Soap wrapped his hand around Ghost’s bicep and pulled, forcing the man to stand, and Gaz followed. “Get the fuck out.”

“You sendin’ us to bed, then, eh?”

Soap picked up Ghost’s bag for him, and shoved it into his chest, nearly pushing the men up the stairs.

“I am.” He turned to Gaz, his mouth already open to protest, and pointed a finger in his face. “If you fuck this up for me, I will end you.” 

The second the three men shut the door to their respective rooms, you stepped back into the house, locking the backdoor behind you.

I raised an eyebrow at the television, and grinned at Soap.

“Did you turn on the news?” I ask, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine from cabinets, pouring us both a fairly full glass.

“Yeah, it’s a new form of foreplay.” He laughed, taking a sip. “Learnin’ that we world is shite.” 

“Oh, so foreplay is important to you?” And that question was your first step. He glanced at you from across the kitchen island, and you could just see the gears in his mind turning, figuring out the best way to get himself into your bed. Honestly, he could have asked to bend you dead over the kitchen counter, his large hand pulling your hair as leverage as he thrusted into you from behind.

But your imagination always runs wild.

“Mm. ‘S very important.” You cocked your head at his answer, and he shrugged. “I prefer to have a girl simply beggin’ before I even think of finishing.” He took a step around the island, not quite in front of you, but leaning on the side. You sipped your wine again, trying to cover your reaction to his answer, but there was no wine glass big enough to cover how you pressed your legs together, one hand gripping the counter with slightly more force than necessary.

“How do you do that?” It was an effort to keep your tone even , trying not to show how badly he was affecting you.

“Eh.” He set his wine glass down, finger lightly circling the base of the stem. “Usually have ‘em coming a few times before I get my own.”

Holy fuck. You needed Soap, and you needed him bad.

“Ah, so only good reviews then?” Damnit, why is your voice suddenly higher? You cleared your throat to try to get it to return to normal, and the fucking bastard smirked at you.

“So far. Tell me, love.” That damn nickname again. “When was the last time you were fucked?” You opened your mouth to answer, but it didn’t matter as Soap began talking again. “Ah, lemme revise that. When was the last time you were properly fucked? The last time someone had you cryin’, had you just stupid on their cock?”

You were buzzing, shaking slightly at Soap’s vulgar words. His accent got lower, rougher as he spoke, and you could feel your arousal tying a knot in your throat.He simply stared at you, waiting for your answer with a dumb smile on his face, like he already knew.

“Oh, no, don’t tell me…” He began, in mock sympathy. “Never?” You shook your head at him, not wanting to tell him the truth.

In all reality, you’ve never orgasmed with someone else. It was all only you, and you learned quickly not to say this, as all men would try to be the first. Then you’d end the night by lying, and they would go with their egos inflated.

You both stood, the tension in the kitchen more than you could bear, and just as you were about to dismiss yourself for the night, Soap wrapped a hand around your forearm - Not tightly enough to worry you, but just enough so you looked up at him, your faces inches from each other.

“Love, I don’t like to, uh, think I’m all that, y’know?” He cleared his throat. “But I’d like to try. Show some thanks to our host.”

In one last attempt at quieting down your own perverse thoughts, you set your wine glass down, and looked at the floor.

“Ah, you don’t need to thank me Soap.”

“I absolutely do,” He responded immediately. “I really do need to. Nothin’ better than a pretty face while I work.”

You bite the inside of your lip, considering all the ways this could go bad. Every single one was overrun with the way Soap was searching your eyes, silently pleading for you. With a purse of your lips, you poured the rest of your wine down the sink, and smiled.

“Absolutely.”

You barely got the words out before Soap wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way up the stairs, searching for any room that didn’t look like it was already occupied.

“Mine’s on the other end.” You breathed in an effort not to laugh at his eagerness, and he turned on his heels toward a door that was differently painted than the rest. He placed a hand over your head, protecting you from a bump as he ducked through the doorframe, and less-than-gently set you on your bed, locking the door behind him.

When he turned, you didn’t see the sweet man offering to help you with painting, you saw a soldier. A soldier tuned into your every breath, every movement, and every thought. He kneeled in front of the bed, between your legs, and began planting lighter than air kisses on your ankle, untying your shoes and setting them to the side haphazardly.

“Red means stop.” He whispered against your skin, traveling upward to your knee. “Yellow is slow down, green is good. Repeat it.”

“Red is-“ You were cut off by your own gasp as he delivered a light bite to the inside of your thigh before kissing it again, and you could feel him smile against you. “Red is stop. Yellow is slow. Green is good.”

“And where are we now?” He breathed against the spot right where your thigh met your most sensitive area, and you felt your stomach jump.

“Green. So, so green.” A whimper escaped you, and Soap tsked, like he was about to scold you.

“Stay quiet, lass.” Teased Soap, as he slid your shorts down, along with your underwear, and he whistled lowly. “A Chriosd ann an ifrinn, seall ort, a nighean bhòidheach.” And with that, he licked one long, thick strip up your cunt, dipping down to tease your hole with his tongue. Soap was eating you out like a man starved, and you were obsessed. 

Light, breathy moans left you, ever so aware of how quiet everything else was. 

“Tell me what feels good, love.” He punctuated his command with a nip to your thigh, pulling your mind out of the pleasure-induced haze. His tongue traveled through your folds, eyes trained on you to see your reaction to his ministrations. Soap’s lips wrap around your clit, fingers toying with your soaking entrance, and it felt like all rational thought had left you. You didn’t care about who exactly was between your legs, nor if his team could hear your desperate mewls.

The pressure inside you was building, and your movement was strange - trying to wriggle away from the incessant barrage against your clit, and trying to grind impossibly closer to Soap’s lips, and by his huff, it was clear he had enough of that. One large arm wrapped around a thigh, his other pressing down on your abdomen, and the only noise Soap could muster was a few low groans as he continued devouring you.

The knot inside you was getting tighter and tighter, and it felt like it was going to snap any second. A split moment of panic ran through you as your back arched off the bed, Begs and cries tumbling out of your lips before you could think of them.

“Soap, please, please.” You cried, hands aching from gripping the sheets. “Please don’t stop, please…” Staying true to your direction, Soap was unrelenting against you, the combination of his sucking, biting, and licking at your clit had dizzy spots appearing in your vision. With one hard push on your abdomen, and a particularly slow drag of his tongue at your entrance, you felt that snap, and you finally understood why it was called the Little Death.

Your mind had gone completely blank, mouth open in a silent scream, and your thighs clamped around either side of Soap’s head, where he still had yet to stop drinking you. It felt like your heart had even stopped beating, until the pounding was heard in your ears. As Soap continued, you felt your body lurch upwards, fingers tangling in Soap’s hair until he finally looked up at you, his hand coming back to slide a finger into you.The sudden intrusion forced a gasp from you, and he gently kissed your thigh, where you noticed the ache that predates a bruise.

“How we doin’, love? We okay?” His voice was impossibly sweet, a complete 180 to how he just made you feel. You nodded, despite feeling like every single sense in your body had been blown out. His finger continued sliding in and out of you, your walls pulsing around him.

“Green.” You confirmed breathily, and he smiled a wolfish grin before adding a second digit into you, his pace quickening. A quick flash of aggravation and desperation coursed through you, and you knew how to get exactly what you wanted. 

You looked down at him, eyebrows upturned in a pleading look, and your doe-eyes were working overtime. 

“Please, Soap, just fuck me.” You said, voice higher and more gentle than you thought it would come out, and he groaned, rolling his head against your leg. His fingers took on a ‘come here’ motion, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the feeling.

“Ah, I know what you want. You want these…” Soap planted a kiss on your thighs, interrupting his own speech. “God, these pretty thighs pinned behind your head, taking me so well, takin’ me so good.” He looked absolutely pussydrunk, his eyes darting between your eyes and his fingers, tsking and offering a slight noise of false sympathy when a tear rolled down your cheek. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel that fire building inside of you again. “Christ, love, you wanna come again, huh?” You nodded furiously at his question, one hand coming up to absentmindedly play with your tits. A bright look crossed Soap’s face, and while his hands continued, his mouth met your hands.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, and before you could think, he bit down - the orgasm that crashed through you was stronger than the last, and the muscles in your thighs screamed from being clenched so tightly. You felt his fingers work their way out of your pussy, hissing at the feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

“You want me to fuck you now, pretty thing?” His face was almost smug as he climbed up on the bed, one hand going to your lower back to effortlessly raise you, and he peppered light kisses on your sweat-covered face. Of course you want him, how could you not? Your body was buzzing with the aftershocks of two orgasms, and here he was, lining himself up with you.

“God, yes, please.” You breathed, hands coming to rest on his back. Soap brought his lips down next to your ear, sending another shock straight to your core.

“Beg better.” He punctuated his command by rubbing his cock through your folds, and you twitched when the head ground against your already sensitive clit. Beg better? Fuck you, Soap. 

You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you and, hopefully, how serious you looked.

“Fuck me, Soap. Now.” 

The simple instruction was all it took for him to push inside you, and it was like it activated something in him - Soap simply could not shut up.

“Ach, mo Dhia, tha thu a 'faireachdainn cho foirfe timcheall orm. So perfect.” He planted a kiss to your temple. “So perfect, my pretty girl.” 

You brought your lips up to his neck, kissing the curve where it meets his shoulder, and his babbling only continued as his cock dragged against nearly every nerve, your broken moans echoing through your room. God, his slow pace was nearly agonizing, you wanted more, you needed more. It was like Soap read your mind as he paused, hooking your knees above his shoulders, effectively pinning you into the mattress. He flashed you a wicked grin before he began his jackhammer pace, and this new position had him reaching impossibly deep inside you.

A vague, low ache began in your abdomen every time he bottomed out, his head kissing your cervix every single time. The depth combined with his pace, his groaning and endless praise in your ear - it felt like it was all culminating in a perfect storm, one that was threatening to break down every fibre of your being.

“Fuck, Soap, I’m going to-” You interrupted yourself with a low, hoarse groan, your admission only spurring him on as he replaced his hold on your knees with his hands.

“Look at me, love, I wanna see it, I wanna see you.” His stuttering hips told you he was in the same spot as you, and you both were not going to last much longer. “Come for me, pretty girl.” He growled, and that was all it took for you.

Your legs shook uncontrollably as you released around him, and your ending brought his own on. Curses left him lips as he buried himself inside you, collapsing next to you.

“Ach, come ‘ere.” He breathed, reaching his arm out to hook around your waist and pulling you to him, one leg wrapping around his waist. One hand rested on your jaw, planting kisses on your forehead, cheek, anywhere he could get access to. Your body felt numb, and you knew he stayed true to his word - you were fucked absolutely stupid. You wanted to talk, you wanted to ask where this left you? Would you ignore that this happened? Would it recur? Would he tell his team about it? You wanted to ask, and yet you didn’t - The song of crickets and his heartbeat was a lullaby, and one that you couldn’t fight.

The snare of sleep overtook you as your heart rate evened out, and only one thought was on your mind before you gave up the fight for consciousness:

You really fucking hope you don’t regret this.

[fuwaprince]

👉👈 Hi friends! I have a long, serious post made just for you(!) that isn't full of spoilers, smut or mooning lawn gnomes. Please read if you can, this is a 💥 mutual aid request 💥

It has been a horribly painful and long while as most people following/keeping up with me know. and in a few days I'm going to be down $1500, which is basically all my fucking $

I can't afford Christmas for anybody, which sucks and I'm very sorry. I can't even take care of myself and haven't been, which also sucks and I'm very sorry

Landlords spontaneously raised rent on me more than halfway through this month as punishment for not getting to my house chores and not communicating, to be totally honest with you. I feel ashamed and awful about it but I didn't want to clean the place while multiple ppl living here had tested positive for COVID and kept walking around unmasked... I am not fully vaxxed because I've been too depressed to get any kind of necessary medical care done and I didn't want to catch COVID in the middle of my finals week for the semester. I woke up to being angrily and rudely bitched at first thing after the last of my finals (I passed at least). It wasn't a humanizing text. Fuck the mistreatment though. Rent is now almost doubled and it won't be lowered

There was no room for negotiation and I truly believe they've resorted to pricing me out of living here because the group of renters psychologically tormenting me wasn't effective (actually- putting a picture of my rapist on the fridge rly was super effective in getting me to isolate myself in my room all day and so was outing me as trans to the transphobic ass neighbors.... But I didn't and still don't have any place better to move out to, like the way they were hoping I would. Yes, I have looked and BEGGED btw)

I want out of here NOW, but I can't leave. I tried and had to come back because it was the best option. I can't afford to stay in a motel/hotel/BnB just to get away from them for a day or two during Christmas. I don't have any friends who I can spend the holiday with either. During the semester, I resorted to convincing classmates with keys to locked buildings to let me crash in them while they worked at night and I would leave before anybody showed up. Now that school is out, I can't do that. I don't have any family I can reach out to for support or friends who I can depend on for immediate help. I have been crying day in and day out for weeks. I have records of it posted throughout my blog. Literally crying for days on end. I'm being so fucking transparent

All that lump of text is to explain to whoever is out there, who might be listening and willing and able, to please consider helping me, if and ONLY IF able. I know times are tough and if you'd rather use your $ for other reasons or just don't have any to spare, don't sweat it and take care! 🫂

I've thought about what I could do for a long time and have helped myself how I can. It isn't enough. I've applied for so much assistance. Been approved and been sabotaged by my inhumane mom (who does not love me) via stealing my legal documents and letters and hiding them for months. My mind jumps to grim places but I'm clinging for dear life to whatever hope I have left that says things will get better. I wish I knew somebody with a business that I could work for. Part of me feels so fucking terrible for asking for help because I feel like a waste of all your resources. I feel like I shouldn't ask, like I really do not fucking deserve help, but there are friends online who care, who I know mentioned being interested in helping in whatever ways they can

So to the people who care to seriously me, I'm ready to accept it: please send me nice words to get through this and feel less alone. It feels pathetic to ask but I would love a nice letter. A nice card even. Kind words of any kind would go a long way. It means more to me than food. I have felt so broken and every day feels like a test to figure out how badly I actually want to live

I'm also leaving my cash app and paypal here in case anybody would like to do more than what I'm comfortable asking but probably very likely will inevitably need very very soon. I will be left with fucking nothing and I will have no idea what to do once rent is paid

Thank you to those of you who have sent love, offered to listen and heard me out. I really wish it wasn't so hard to survive. I'm trying to feel better knowing there are people out there who are also without help and hoping the best, but it doesn't make me feel any better or comforted tbh. I just wish the help was there for us. I wish there was a place to go for spare love, care, compassion, empathy, kindness, humanity, generosity... I need that more than I need $. Call me stupid but that's what I live for. I don't live for paying to survive in terrible conditions. I live for love and to smile with friends

I hope to write back to the friends who have already been so kind as to message me soon btw. I'm sorry for not replying sooner. Your overwhelming support is sincerely sweet and sometimes I cry because I can't believe people are so nice (to me???). It'll give me something to do that doesn't make me feel like dying! :') so thank you thank you thank you *fist bump*

Hope you're all doing as well as you can and that somehow things get better. Hope anybody else struggling like me doesn't make the mistake of isolating like a sick and dying animal. You deserve love. You deserve support. Don't be like me. Have the courage to reach out to the people who care about you for help as early on into your emergency as possible. Don't let your situation snowball because you spend so long trying to figure out if you're worth it!!! This Random Tumblr user is here to tell you that YOU ARE. Sending my infinite everlasting unconditional love. Be nice to yourselves. Be nice to each other. Fuck the hateful assholes who wish I would just kill myself already. Tell your friends you love them. Happy Holidays!!!

And here's a single picture of a mooning lawn gnome at the very end, as a treat! I told you this post wasn't full of it.... It just ended with it 👉👉

[totokoismyfav]

hi i have a request for headcanons :] how would the sextuplets react to an s/o who is objectively a functional member of society (job and/or school, booming social life, well liked, etc) but for some reason simps really hard for them. it can by goofy or not, depends on what you think!

osomatsu san/reader | reader who is a functional member of society who is head over heels for the brothers

A functional member of society in love with a NEET? Oh, what a thought! All of them equally are just as infatuated with you, maybe even more so as you are just shining with confidence and wit. So imagine their surprise when you finally ask them to be your boyfriend! They all react differently so let’s see up close and personal.

Osomatsu: - How are you with him, seriously? Everyone wants to know. - A shitty NEET with such bad habits like gambling and drinking and you looked in his direction? He’s just as shocked as everyone else to be honest. - Although, he’s not complaining one bit.  - Proudly parades you around in front of his brothers, like damn he might as well have won the lottery. - Oh, they are so jealous by the way. - At first, he doesn’t really change besides that but a little bit into your relationship, he starts making small changes and working up to the big ones.  - At first, it’s picking up after himself and doing more chores around the house, then it’s actually looking for jobs and talking about moving out one day. - Soon enough, he ends up doing just that and moves in with you, even holding a job and stops complaining about it all the time. - He’s trying, for you, and that is a lot coming from him. 

Karamatsu:  - Oh, be prepared anon.  - This man will make it known that he is just as much in love with you back.  - Things like surprise flowers and gifts show up at your work’s front desk, only the best for his Karamatrsu darling! - “Oh my darling flower, it makes my heart palpitate just to know how much you adore me!”  - Of course, you are eating up every cheesy line and equally spoiling him despite his surprise when you do so, despite still living with his mother he’s not used to being spoiled like this. - Like you swear you saw tears when you gave him a gift on your first date, and it was something so simple too. A guitar pick with yours and his initials on it. He swears to use it all the time, and he does, especially when he serenades to you. He even started to freak out when the image on it started to fade.  - At first, he refuses to let you pay for things even though you have a job and he doesn’t. After a few high-priced dates, he finally lets you help with the costs and even slightly enjoys being spoiled by you. - To still help out and spoil you, he even starts working at a nearby clothing store. - Your love is so annoying to everyone around you but the both of you don’t care, not one bit. 

Choromatsu: - To his non-existent calculations, you two should NOT be a thing, but he doesn’t care at this point. - He’s also kinda jealous of you? Like you’re everything he wants to be but he quickly gets over that once you ask him out.  - At the beginning of your relationship, he is constantly stuttering and sweating from his nerves but he’s over the moon about finally dating you, he always has his signature smile on his face.  - When you start holding hands, you can physically feel his whole body shake just from your palm against his.  - Of course, you are no better as you are in LOVE with this man. - You’re both a couple who are head over heels for one another and very much show it instead of saying it. - It took you guys weeks just to say ‘I love you’ which ended in you running away with your hands covering your face and Choromastu shouting to the night sky of how he was in love.  - He also starts to become a functional member of society (with your help and motivation). - Soon enough, he’s living with you and has a job of his own, and surprisingly to him he couldn’t be happier getting out of the NEET lifestyle he was in for so long. 

Ichimatsu:  - He can barely believe it himself, how could someone like you be in love with him? - You were a knockout, a functional member of society and he was just a shitty NEET, a nobody who no one wants. You must be fucking around with him.   - And he really thinks that at first, it takes a bit of persuasion for him to believe you are actually infatuated with him.  - On your first date, he would sit tables away from you as you drank a milkshake. His face turned bright red as he tried to sip from four tables away with a long straw. - You would simply smile at him, telling him it’s ok to get closer and that you were truly interested in dating him. - Soon enough, you two were doing regular couple stuff like holding hands and regularly going on dates.  - As you both get further into the relationship you notice he starts to really change things, Ichimatsu even gets a job at a local cat cafe. - Soon enough, he’s living with you and holding down a job he actually enjoys (although interacting with people still irks him).  - Although, when you first asked him to spend the night at your house, he spontaneously combusted right on the bench. 

Jyushimatsu:  - Oh ho ho! This man is ecstatic! - His brothers swear that he’s been faster with his batting swing when you both start dating. - It’s like he has a new form of motivation when practicing baseball, running faster, swinging harder and throwing farther all at the same time. - He also seems happier than usual (somehow) , his smile widening whenever he sees you and your wonderful face.  - Will point you out to his brothers whenever he sees you, like he’s bragging or something. “Ha ha look, it’s my partner! Do you see them, huh? Huh?”  - He also starts working as well, hoping to start working as a baseball player in the future. - With your help, he eventually works up to that point and starts playing in local leagues!

Todomatsu:  - Oh he’s the most smug out of all of them. - Of course, he has no idea why you looked in his direction but he’s so glad you did.  - When you told him you were in love with him, he dropped his coffee you two had gotten minutes prior. Of course, he spilled it all over you and profusely apologized about it while helping to clean you up. - Luckily, it was iced so it didn’t burn or anything so you simply just smiled and told him he was fine and it was ok.  - Totally rubs it in his brother's faces, just like Oso and Jyushi but he’s more of a bitch about it.  - “Oh would you look at that, I have a partner now who’s actually interested in me. Score one for the youngest!” - He actually got a scoreboard for it too, the bastard. - He eventually goes back to Sutabaa, working the same position he did before. - He’s officially out of NEET status when he moves in with you and he’s so happy about it as he went up a level as a human once more!

[ghouljams]

I just read the part about Price asking Ghost to leave the military with him and settle down on the ranch and it had me laughing my ass off at the thought of Price being all "eh you'll probably not even meet Goose, she won't bother you at all!"

When you have some time, I'd kill to see the day after Goose and Ghost have their little sleepover and are discovered by Price. Just, the pure horror I'm imagining on Price's face when he realises that Ghost was sleeping with his *baby*, has me cackling to myself. Poor Simon wishes he'd been KIA, because surely that would be less terrifying then the look on his old captain's face.

So I did write the "aw fuck this is Price's kid" ages ago, I've linked it there. But I can always write more Ghost and Price, so I'm gonna write more of them.

You leave the little back house, scurry away from the clashing energy of your father and one night stand, and Price takes your place. The door closes behind you like a tolling bell. You feel bad leaving Simon to the wolves, but you've never seen your dad so upset.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know that was Goose?" Ghost cuts, facing the silent fury in Price's eye the same way he always has, head on.

"She got my fucking name, took you back to my god damn farm, what else do you want a birth certificate?" Price grits out.

"Wasn't exactly thinkin' about that at the time," Ghost can feel the gruff slip of his voice, the early morning and late night of it. A lingering reminder of you. One he thought he'd be happier to have.

"Ghost," the warning way Price says his callsign is far removed from the soft way you'd sighed his name, "I'm-" he cuts himself off with a growl, strips his hat off his head and pinches his nose. Fighting himself over how to address the elephant in the room.

"Use your fucking head," he finally settles on, the bite of Price's voice would make a lesser man flinch. It steels Ghost's nerves, makes him clench his fists. "You even know her name?"

Ghost feels his nose wrinkle in annoyance, or disgust, it's so hard to tell sometimes. Of course he does, you weren't some barracks bunny only around for a little fun, you were- you were what he wanted to be, bright and human and so tantalizingly real. Of course he knew your name, whispered it to you enough times that the walls probably knew it too.

That isn't how Price takes his silence.

There's another short swear, a stilt of accented anger from Price as he snaps his hat against the wood door. The sharp whip of canvas jerks Ghost back to the present. His captain stares him down, weighing his options. There's no sending him back, they both know there's nowhere to go back to. The same way there's nowhere to abandon him here. The two of them are tied together in this even through the worst of it.

Price points his hat at him, keeps him down the barrel of his aggression. "You stay the fuck away from my daughter," he keeps his attention on Ghost just long enough to be sure he's gotten the point before turning towards the door. "Chores start in ten, I'll introduce you to Goose and that'll be the last you see of 'er."

"Yes, Sir," Ghost drawls, poking the bear in the hopes it'll relieve some of his own anger. Price's hand closes tight around the door handle. Even from the back the commanding anger that radiates off of him is oppressive. Ghost straightens his posture on instinct. Whatever Price was going to say he seems to think better of, tugging the door open and slamming it behind himself.

In the privacy of the empty room Ghost drags a hand down his face, covers his eyes, crouches to drag his fingers through his hair. There's a spiderweb in his chest that feels like it's splintering his ribs. His fingers are cold, the house is cold. You took all the summer heat with you, all the short warmth of his feeble attempt at starting over, gone in an instant.

He should have stopped trying a long time ago. Simon Riley is dead, long live the Ghost.

[sigmoon]

About BSD characters reacting to Reader's pregnancy, could you make a second part where Sigma and some other character that interests you is, please?

Pregnancy headcanons [Pt. 2] || [Pt. 1]

⤷ Sigma, Shibusawa

CW: pregnancy, sex during pregnancy, mentions of childbirth

Sigma

He would love to start a family with you someday, but never seems to feel ready, so you’d either have to beg him on your knees to finally knock you up or get pregnant on accident because you forgot to take the pill or the condom broke (this shouldn’t happen, please be responsible with using protection).

Sigma would be another dad who panics when he hears the news; because it’s all so overwhelming and he doesn’t think he’d be a good father. He’s scared to disappoint you, scared to accidentally hurt the baby, scared to fail. But besides that, he’s really happy and excited. Having a child with you was something he’s been dreaming about for so long, and now it’s finally happening.

He’s a little clueless at first, he doesn’t understand all the complex changes your body is going through besides creating a new life, but he learns quickly; he stays up late to read multiple books on pregnancy and childcare, and very soon knows everything about your cravings, what affects your mood, and how to keep you relaxed, what helps with your uncomfortable pregnancy symptoms like the morning sickness, and he’s an expert at taking care of you during this difficult time.

The same goes for childcare; as lost as he feels in the beginning, he’s willing to do a good job as a father and learn to take good care of his little one, and he wants to support you as well as he can.

He’s a little taken aback when you’re moody and snap at him for seemingly no reason, but he doesn’t hold it against you.

Loves to serve and pamper you. He cooks for you, does all the chores, and makes your comfort his top priority.

Fascinated by how your baby bump grows larger every month, he still can’t believe that his child is in there.

Always scared to hurt you, and an overall anxious wreck. He gets super nervous when he feels the first little kicks, he’s scared to touch the bump, and it’s unlikely that he’ll have sex with you after the first few months, when your pregnancy isn’t that visible yet. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, he’s just a firm believer that the baby will somehow be able to feel it if he fucks you while pregnant.

His anxiety gets worse as your pregnancy progresses; during your last months, he’s constantly on the edge because he fears the baby will arrive any minute.

He apologizes for getting you pregnant when you go into labor; he feels so sorry that you’re suffering so much because of him. Stays with you the entire time, squeezes your hand, and doesn’t get angry when you yell or curse at him, he knows you don’t mean it.

Once you let him hold his child, he’s head over heels for it and never wants to give it back again. He genuinely loves to take care of and bond with it.

Dad!Sigma is a busy man, scurrying around the house all day to take care of both you and the baby as you recover from the birth, and to keep his long hair out of the way, he puts it into a bun or ponytail, or he lets you try all sorts of hairstyles on him if you get bored.

Shibusawa

He would start shopping for cute baby clothes immediately after you’ve told him that you’re expecting. Or even better, he designs them himself, and I know for certain that they’ll look super pretty and adorable (he put together the dead apple outfits for Fyodor and Dazai, he knows what he’s doing).

He’s caring, overall, but tends to have a “you’ll be fine” attitude and underestimates how demanding a pregnancy is, and often assumes you’re just being dramatic about it. That being said, you need to kick his ass sometimes to get him to be more empathetic and to take you seriously.

Pregnancy photo shootings. Whether you want to have one or not, you will get dressed up in the cutest little outfits or no clothes at all and pose for the pictures with your bump, Shibu will make you do it if he needs to. He wants a lot of pictures of you during that time, and he will keep them forever; he hangs them up on the walls of your home, he make photo books, etc. He finds you absolutely stunning pregnant and needs everyone to know with those professionally-made over-the-top pictures.

He’s okay with pregnancy sex; he doesn’t desire you any less despite your body changing, and he knows that it won’t hurt the baby in your womb. However, he’ll be more gentle with you, and makes sure to avoid positions that could cause you discomfort or are simply difficult with your baby bump.

Shibusawa is completely laidback and calm about the fact that you’re expecting and doesn’t lose his cool ever, but as soon as the baby arrives, he panics. A lot. He cries, hyperventilates, perhaps he faints, and chances are that he’s gonna get kicked out of the delivery room because he’s feeling even worse than you are, and is making a huge fuss about it. He’s super embarrassed about it after and begs you on his knees to not tell anyone.

He seems like someone who would complain to the manager in stores and restaurant about the lack of baby changing tables in the men’s changing and restrooms (as he should! Fathers who take care of their kids exist!)

I feel like generally, he would change a lot after becoming a parent. Less arrogant, less stoic and pretentious. He’s still into dressing his child up in the fanciest things - he’s kind of a show-off - but he will also play tag, hide and seek with the kid and be very keen on being an active part of their life.

And he spoils the child rotten. Seriously, you need to stop him, because he’s unable to say no to anything his little one asks for. As his child grows older, he loves to gossip with them and talk shit about other kids they don’t like.

[bloodyymaryyy]

Could you do one for James Vowles with wife reader? Reader being sick, but still doing domestic things around the house and James has to force the reader into bed to get some rest. Add something you'd like though. Some fluffy bickering. Something sweet. Thanks!!!

Through sickness

James Vowels x reader

(I didn't know who he was so I did a little research before writing it)

Warnings : English isn't my first language, a little cursing

Fluff

Request : yes

The weekend that he was free the sickness caught y/n making her feel like shit trying to cover it up as much as she can so she doesn't ruin his off time by a stupid sickness.

With her nose running, coughing like she smoke all of her life and her previous ones, with the thermometer showing 40° degrees and a headache much stronger than any hangover she had when she was clubbing with her friends. It was Thursday when she woke up and everything hit her at ones, panicking she got up and went to the pharmacy to get everything needed so she can become better on Sunday night when he is to come back home from work.

Throughout the four days she had before the love of her love walk in through the door, she tried everything nostral spay to unstuff her nose, taking pills to get the fever and headache to calm down and syrup to drink for her throat, nothing really work in an instant so she did all of the household chores she could do with her illness but still trying to get some rest to help speed up the process and trying to do work so she wouldn't loose her job because she didn't want to take her limited time off just for being sick so she could have days off when her husband is here or if she needs to go to a few races she could with no problems.

Her husband james had asked her multiple times to quit so she could do anything she wanted with not much worry because he had money, he had enough money to retire both of them and live their life but she refused each time not wanting to spent his money for two reasons, one being that she wanted to be her own person with her own money and also for her to not lose her mind in her house not liking being in the races because of her being afraid of the cameras all over the grid.

She had fallen asleep with folding the freshly washed clothes, not waking up when James walked in with his bags in his hands and a smile in his face waiting to see his wife which he had missed, not seeing her for 2 weeks and rare were the phone calls due to the time zone and their schedules.

Trying to find her he dropped his things in the living room to shearch for her, going to their bathroom, no there, to the kitchen?, nope confused he shearch their balcony, no the laundry room?, no and finally their bedroom, yes!

He found her with a pile of clothes around her, in her hands there was one of his shirts half folded, he moved the chothes from around her and got close to her, noticed her nose was red and dry around her nostrals and her cupid's bow in help lips the skin dry and chopped. In the bedside table a mug with milk which he thought it was probably hot, now icy cold two empty water bottles, and the things she bought from the pharmacy beside them , dressed in one of his hoodies and fizzy pijamas pants and a used tissue in her hand he got the message. She was sick and tried to get better probably for him

Walking out of the bedroom he found food already cooked in a saucepan his favourite, pasta carbonara a bit cold, he audaply awed at it, seeing the flours clean the couch's cushions puffed up, the dishes done and the fridge and freezer full with food he realised she did all that with sick.

He changed out of his work clothes and into a set of pj's that she had folded up and for him before she had fallen asleep he started to make soup for her, to make her feel better, while he waited for the soup to be ready he took a shower and ate the carbonara not before warming it up and went to make the woman he married 2 years ago, some said the honeymoon feeling with pass within the six months of marriage then problems with fizzle up with everything but they still are so in love with each other, finding comfort in one other, each kiss feels like the first and their need for each other grows more and more.

Shaking her gently sitting beside her she woke up grumpy and mad to whatever woke her up but when she opened her eyes more and looked around she saw the love of her life she beamed up at him and wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed the top of his head carefully to not kiss him near his face to not spread whatever she has to him because in a week he will be back to work.

" hey baby! How was the flight today?"

She asked James her voice hoarse from the lack of use and the coughing for 3 and a half days long struggle with the illness

" It was good but I wish I had you with me the boys finished 5-8 so it was a good rce for us with no problems so I am happy, I made you soup!"

He said while explaining a bit and beamed at her

" you cooked? Why? I made your favourite didn't you liked it?"

" No I liked it and I ate it but the soup is for you baby I noticed you are sick so I thought you could use soup for it!"

"oh. Thank you baby I was trying to get better to not make your free time home shit because of me and my illness"

And with that they got up and he made her eat the soup with the bickered about him being happy to take care of y/n and with she said she would feel worse if she forced him to take care of her in the only time they get together and he was scolding her about doing the chores around the house while she was sick.

In the end of the day they got in their bed cuddling and talking about everything they missed from each other while they were not together and slept happily in the embrace of each other

[genshin-scenarios]

caught! - maid!heizou x reader

Summary: you’re a regular citizen (in a vague royalty-historical AU) who’s recently hired a maid! Heizou is charismatic and dependable, but one day you come home, discovering his real motives and occupation. 

Wordcount: 1.4k+

Adopt a Wanderer: Digital Store / Red String of Fate Prompt List

If it wasn’t for you moving from a small village to Inazuma city, you never would’ve been able to justify hiring a maid. 

You aren’t someone who can afford this in the long-term, after all. But you have to admit that having Heizou’s help with unpacking, settling down, and maintaining the house while you start at your new workplace has been a godsend. 

Most days, you’d be lucky if you returned home with any energy left at all. Heizou would always leave dinner on the table for you after he finishes his shift. He’s been nothing but kind and patient as you peppered him with questions about groceries and how to navigate around, along with your awkward first-meeting where your home was empty save for a few boxes and zero furniture.

All in all, you’re extremely grateful. And now that you’re starting to get used to city-life, it was about time to consider when to end Heizou’s freelance contract; you’d love to keep him around, but your future plans require some savings. As such, today you bought takeout from what you learned is Heizou’s favourite restaurant, hoping to treat him to a better meal by the end of his term. Perhaps you could stay friends after that, but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself:

“Heizou? I’m back.” You push open the door with your foot, arms occupied with takeout boxes and other belongings. “I brought…”

You’d normally return to a greeting and Heizou busying about, but there’s no-one in sight right now. 

Odd. Maybe he left to throw something out. There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realise he might have left early after finishing his work, since you didn’t tell him about your plans aside from a simple ‘there’s no need to cook today’.

Setting down the food on the dining table, you step around quietly to check the other rooms. The longer you wander in the silence, the more random scenarios fly through your head with burglars or some other incident. There’s one door left—the storage room—but when it swings open with a loud thunk against the wall, you’re dumbfounded at the sight of Heizou changing, halfway through taking off a shirt.

“I—I’m so sorry!” You squeak and immediately slam the door close, dashing away. 

You’ve seen Heizou dressed in casualwear before, but you don’t think he’s ever worn that particular top. It was dark in colour, almost like a uniform for a different job, with a golden crest that…

Heizou exits the storage room, ears dusted with a slight pink as he coughs into his fist. “Master, you’re back early!” He tries to smile, but the ribbon on his maid dress is a little crooked and he looks out of breath. “Is that ramen I smell? I can’t mistake it—you brought back dinner from the tonkotsu place I recommended!”

“Heizou…” Your brow furrows in an effort to remember what he was wearing seconds ago. “Why did you change back into your uniform? It looks like you finished all the chores already.”

“Whaaat? No… I haven’t dusted the windows today!” He steps forward to lead you back to the kitchen, throwing a glance back at the storage room where he’s forgotten to turn off the lights. “I’ll just tidy up before catching up with you—”

“That was a Tenryou Commission crest, wasn’t it?” You finally make the connection, remembering it from when you visited their office earlier in the day. But why would Heizou…

Heizou’s smile strains. “I… suppose it is.” You can tell he’s making a bajillion calculations in his head; a stressed version of the Heizou who’d ramble to you about mysteries and theories. “I can explain.”

“You don’t have to if you can’t.” You raise your palms. “I won’t question what a Tenryou officer is doing.” In your house, though? You highly doubt Heizou would need a side job. Horror washes over you, realising that you might’ve been a subject of investigation. “I’m not in trouble, am I? I swear that anything I might’ve complained about isn’t—”

“It’s not that, but you can’t tell anyone I’m an officer!” Heizou’s grip on your shoulders pulls you back to reality. Seeing his panic, you’re struck by the reminder that secret-officer or not, he’s still the Heizou you’ve known in the past two months. “I’m not exactly here on official business.”

“You can’t tell me you were just considering changing jobs.”

“Not at all—but I’m part of the investigation team and there’s a case that I can’t solve using regular means.” Heizou surmises. “Head Kujou might wring me out for going independent, but I’ve been making progress and I really need to maintain my cover as your maid.”

You maintain eye contact, and it’s awful how Heizou’s desperate expression is enough to disarm you.

“Is there anything I need to know before I agree?” Your shoulders sag, but Heizou lights up at the hints of agreement in your attitude. “No one’s going to get hurt, right?”

“No innocent bystanders, nor you.” He promises easily. Aside from his current maid dress, you can easily imagine Heizou in the Tenryou Headquarters solving crimes. No wonder he’s always had a confident charm. “If you were ever at risk, I’d leave your hair without a trace.”

You notice the pattern in his speech. “But what about yourself?”

“Huh?”

“Are you likely to get hurt?” You frown. And for a moment, Heizou’s capable aura wavers, freezing as he tries to come up with an answer. 

“I’m quite adept in combat, so there’s no need to worry.” His grin is a little less practised now. “It’s part of my job.”

Instead of giving him a direct yes however, you purse your lips and continue into the living room, starting to unpack the food. 

“I’ll overlook your lack of personal-concern if you’ll eat with me.” You say. You’re not close enough to Heizou to start giving him a speech, but he reads your effort to connect and his mouth tugs into a small, gentle smile. 

“How can I refuse my Master?” Heizou gets the cutlery, putting a kettle on the stove to boil tea as he sets the table up quickly. “Let me plate the dishes before they get cold. I’m still being paid for this, after all.”

“Where did you learn to do all this?” You tilt your head curiously. “I didn’t suspect you at all.”

Heizou makes a guilty hum. “I just did regular cleaning like I would at home. I believe the only reason you didn’t notice my blunders was because you were too stressed yourself.” He sets the bowl of premium ramen before you. But surprises you by picking up chopsticks and raising a mouthful of noodles to your lips. “Say aaah.”

You back away in embarrassment. “This isn’t part of—”

“The food is getting cold, Master~”

Helpless against his teasing, you sigh and lean in to let Heizou feed you. When he continues this for another few minutes, you finally reach your limit and demand that he eats with you, earning you a laugh that finally sounds like his usual self.

“Thank you.” Heizou says, calling you by your real name. You feel like a sort of barrier has been lowered with that simple act. “I won’t burden you with my work, so if anything happens I’ll send an actual maid to replace me, however long you need.”

“Would it be childish to say I’d only want you?” You admit, catching Heizou off-guard. “I was actually thinking that I’ll need to end our contract soon, since I can’t afford maids long-term. But I was considering extending it just because the house might feel empty.” And if earlier is anything to go by, you definitely aren’t used to coming back to an empty home anymore. 

“Well… In that case…” Heizou holds his chin. “Part of the reason I’m here is because your location is good for keeping tabs. Maybe we can figure something out.”

Roommates? “I don’t know, what if we get too used to it?” You joke, taking Heizou’s outstretched hand and shaking on it. “Housemates it is, until you fulfil your job for the greater good.”

“Do you think my work is so noble?” He muses. 

Maybe not his work, but certainly him.

“You simply remind me of the heroic type.” You say lightly. “Stopping criminals even with a broom, or while you’re mopping the floor.”

Weeks later, you find out (ironically,) that your statement couldn’t ring more true.

[brostateexam]

Have not been saying much for a while because everything is hard.

I. My BiL has had c diff three times now and after the third time the oncologist decided to take a damn the torpedoes approach because they were wasting weeks that should have been devoted to chemo because he was too sick and too weak to withstand outpatient treatment. I haven't seen him irl since December but my mom says he looks rough and if his immune system is so messed up that he keeps getting c diff idk that I really want to visit him. What if I get him sick?

All of this is background to me, though, because mostly I'm invested in my sister. She wants to divorce him. He needs to be better enough that she won't face ostracization for doing so. I am invested in him getting better enough for that to proceed for her sake.

II. Something about my relationship with my mom has been bothering me and I finally figured out what it is: everything is equally important to her. She doesn't prioritize anything. If I am having a tough time and ask for help she'll say "well I'm busy every day this week but I can come over next week in Thursday for ninety minutes" and then when she comes over I ask her what she was up to, both to make conversation and because I'm nosy, and it's like... she volunteered for a clothing drive at the synagogue. She went grocery shopping. She went to a farmer's market. Thanks for fitting me into your schedule, I guess! Glad to know I am on the same level as farm fresh tomatoes.

III. I have been having a really tough time of it for the last few months. The vacation in Mexico was... Not restful. Shane had a seizure on the plane and I spent the first two days managing logistics related to that (and navigating the extra ~$2k I spent covering his medical costs while on the trip). His back is still fucked up almost two months later and so I get to do extra housework and chores because he can't lift or bend without being in pain.

IV. Resultant to III, I had a really awful period of about a month with an online friend who started being super short and terse with me because I've been around online less. It was really clear he felt like I was ditching him to go hang out with my cool friends or something, instead of the reality of the situation: I'm cleaning litter boxes and doing yard work and changing the sheets on the bed aka #livingthedream. I told him about all the stuff that was going on but it was clear he didn't believe me or resented my absence nevertheless. This came to a head with me basically texting him an essay about why he was being a bad friend. In a turn of good news, he listened, and apologized, and we mended fences. That was nice because I just don't know how much more bad news I can take right now.

V. I've been struggling with work but really it's just. My boss. My coworkers like me. My project sponsors like me. My skip level likes me. My exec likes me. It's just him. We don't have a good relationship and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know that it is fixable. This is a problem because this is the guy I need in my corner to advance my career and I don't know that he'll do that for me. The alternative is leaving my company, which sounds attractive on paper but in practice the job market is so so bad and it's just so discouraging. The idea of a new job sounds incredible. I wish I could do that. Maybe even a career change.

VI. Unfortunately, that's not gonna happen because of financial pressures. NGL, as much as I like my house (and I do -- I love its little windows, I love my pink dining nook and green bedroom, I love the mature fruit trees and pretty backyard full of wildflowers), I wish i had the cash in hand, instead. I feel trapped here, and like I'm making the most of it. That's a shit feeling to have.

VII. I've started regaining weight. Not a lot. Fifteen pounds since October. But it's scaring me. It's making me wonder if this whole surgery thing was pointless because I can't seem to stop myself from wanting to eat myself to death. So I'm trying to beat it back without resorting to "diet culture behaviors" (read: disordered eating) and that's tough.

There could be a separate post for things that are going well perhaps, but this is what's going not so well and it feels like a lot. Sometimes it feels like too much.

[little-annie]

*Steve had a migraine and Eddie comes lovingly to the rescue*

It's a fucking bad one.

Everything hurts.

Everything makes him hurt.

The sound of the old pipes in the house knocking, the sound of a tree brach creaking, the sound of his own fucking breath. It makes him hurt. It makes the pressure in his head swell with a fury.

The weight of his head on the pillow, the tightness in his jaw, the tension in his brow, the strain in his eyes. The fucking light glowing from his alarm clock or creeping in under his door from the hallway.

Everything's too bright, too loud and everything just makes him feel worse.

Especially that fucking phone that won't quit ringing.

It makes him feel worse from the sound alone, a fog horn blaring down the hall, echoing and bouncing from the walls. It's a vile sound and it only stops for a total of five, maybe ten minutes before it starts again. An incessant RING, RING, RING.

Fucking hell

But what honestly makes him feel even worse is he knows it's probably Dustin or Robin or Eddie or one of the kids. They're probably worried. Christ, the shit they've gone through, after one missed call they probably think he's dead. But it's not like he can bring himself to get out of bed and answer the phone, so he lets it ring and after an hour, it finally, finally, stops.

Along with the slightly more quiet house comes some relief, a lessening of pain and pressure, just enough for Steve to manage sleep.

And a deep sleep at that.

So deep he doesn't hear the knock at the front door, doesn't hear the call of his name from the man he loves, doesn't hear the knock on his bedroom door by ringed fingers. He fails to sense fingers to his neck checking for a pause, the relieved sigh that's let out from the man at his bedside, the slow, careful movements of his lover slipping into bed behind him, wrapping tattooed arms around his waist and pulling him close.

He wakes a few hours later, a snore not so much startling him awake, but gently alerting him to the presence of one Eddie Munson at his back. It's a relief in itself to have Eddie there, the tension in his body seems to lessen from that alone. Not completely of course but some.

The snoring had stopped, the young man behind him alerted of his wakefulness probably by his subtle movements or change in breath.

Soon enough there's a gentle peck to the back of his neck and whispered words of, "How're you feeling Sweetheart?"

God and if Eddie's voice doesn't make him feel better. He doesn't know if it's the headache necessarily that eases up or purely the tension from his frustration, but having Eddie close and having his voice like a low, quiet melody in his ear is calming, relieving.

But all Steve can manage is a quiet, "s' hurts Eds."

Another soft kiss to his chilled, clammy, frankly probably disgusting skin, "I know Baby. When's the last time you took something?"

"6"

"Okay, I'm gonna go get you some water and painkillers. What do you need Stevie, your ice mask, a hot bath?"

"Want a bath and you to read to me."

"Okay Sweetheart," another kiss to the back of his neck, "You sleep and I'll get everything ready."

He drifts back to sleep before he can even process the movement of his mattress or the gentle kiss to his forehead.

While he's out Eddie manages to prepare a hot bath filled with Lavender oil and Epsom salts, taking the time to do dishes and any other of the household chores Steve would worry about on a daily basis. By the time the bath is ready, dishes are done, laundry is done and steam is rolling into Steve's room from his ensuite.

The lights are off in the bathroom aside from a single candle that burns just bright enough for Eddie to make out the world around him. He wakes Steve with a kiss and a hushed, "Stevie, Sweetheart, get up Baby, you need to take something for the pain."

And when Steve can manage to open his eyes, he sees the man he loves holding a glass of water and two small pills. With a little help he sits up, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Eddie's stomach for a moment before he takes the pills and finishes his glass of water.

Wordlessly he stands up, hand clasped in Eddie's as the man leads him to the dimly lit bathroom. It's a routine, unfortunately, this happens enough for Steve to no longer be embarrassed when Eddie undresses him and helps him into the bath. It's a normal thing. The touches that are chaste and gentle and loving, every care in the world as fabric drops to the floor and he sinks into the water.

He sighs with relief, eyes fluttering shut while he listens to Eddie undress, the careful drop of fabric, the hardly audible trickle of metal rings being set on the counter top, then there's a hand on his cheek and lips on his. A soft gentle kiss, then Eddie's moving into the tub to settle behind him. Steve relaxes further, feeling Eddie's body behind his own. Feeling the rise and fall of his lover's chest against his back or the weight of an arm settling around his waist while pale thighs move to settle at his sides. He feels enveloped. Held.

Then there's a kiss on his shoulder and Eddie begins to read. Soft, quiet, low, a whisper in the room, gentle words in the steamy air. Steve slumps further into the bath, eyes closed, head resting against Eddie's shoulder as their fingers intertwined under the water, resting against his stomach.

It's everything and the tension melts away, the pressure in his head fading with each passing second, each passing whispered word.

Cool water, a relaxed mind and an hour later he's drifting to the land of slumber once again. Faintly he hears the fold of paper and the gentle thump of Eddie's book hitting the floor. A hand settles in his hair, gently combing through strands, then a kiss is placed on his temple, soft, gentle and with the whispered words of, " I love you Sweetheart."

[acetone4veins]

Do you have any Regina fluff and/or silly headcanons.. Please

I absolutely have fluff headcanons the Regina brainrot is so real

She's actually really good at video games because she spends a lot of time playing them with Kylie. She's unbelievably competitive about it

Since she struggles with sleeping at night, once she gets more comfortable with her friends Regina's constantly falling asleep when they hang out at someone's house. Movie nights usually end with her passed out on someone's shoulder or with her head in their lap since she finally feels safe around them. The group never comments on it because they don't want her to stop but they all find it adorable and always let her sleep

She's constantly humming or singing quietly under her breath while working on chores or homework. Doesn't even realize she's doing it half the time

Loves to buy her friends random shit. She sees something at the store that reminds her of someone and immediately buys and gives it to them with zero explanation

Has stayed up until like 3 am helping Kylie with school projects because you know damn well Kylie has to show up everyone in her class

Has probably also pulled up to Kylie's school to argue with teachers about a grade

This is basically canon but she has so many pictures of her friends decorating her room. Every time they hang out she's always the one who insists they take pictures. She also randomly takes selfies with them at school and they all know better than to argue with her so they've gotten used to it. She's just so much happier senior year and finally feels like she has real friends she can be herself with and she wants to remember every little moment

[bon2bonn]

for your playlist prompts

39 with lando norris

and the reader is his little sister

Growing Pains Are Keeping Me Up at Night . L.N #4

Lando Norris X little sister!reader , Norris!reader

Synopsis : when you can't hide your growing pains lando is always there to chase their shadows away .

Words count : around 1.6k 🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings : grammar , anxiety , growing pains , dismissed feelings , neglection .

*requests are open ✍️

*so quick question which pov would be more preferable ?second person , author pov? . And Feedback is always welcome so of you like it let me know 💮

  "Just five minutes more" that's what she told herself two hours ago, and here she is still hunched over the desk working on her assignments with books and papers scattered around . Tired eyes glued to the screen reading the last two pages she managed to fill over and over again as if in a hypnotic daze , three lines in and her mind wanders again so she starts all over again .

Finishing one assignment lead to another unfinished paper , and each never seemed to end  , the light of the screen burned her eyes  , pushing back her chair to pause for a moment rubbing her temples to release some of the pressure off her head , the ruckus around the house definitely didn't help . her cousins are running around up and down the hall slamming on her locked door every now and then just for the fun of it , but better outside than actually barging in wricking havoc and breaking things .

She adores them to pieces but her already hyperactive cousins consuming ungodly amount of candy that she suspects that lando snuck them  from the pantry before he miraculously got a last minute meeting and made a run for it  ,  plus the adults are leaving them unsupervised to do god knows what is a mix of disaster she refused to get herself involved in .

Looking around the usually tidy well organized room now in complete disarray with books scattered around , cans of energy drinks and coffee mugs littering the floor  "what a mess" . Her hoarse voice whispered "I need a break" . Stretching out caused her to groan as her bones popped from being locked in the chair she sat on since the early hours of the morning , first she collected the mugs aside to take down to the kitchen and threw away the cans then she stacked away her books and left her desk for later  .

Opening the door brought her cousins to a sudden stop as they peaked around the corner so she hurried to shut her door and make a run for the stairs , but they were faster so now she got one child on each leg one on her back and a one year old demanding to be held , sighing softly to herself  "so much for a break" . After some bribery they scattered away looking for their next victim , but not so much success with the youngest so he'll stay for now .

Stepping into the lively kitchen made her rethink that maybe leaving her room wasn't the best choice , the moment they saw her she was dragged right into it . Two minutes in and they got her running in and out doing chores , all her pleads going unheard  "you should help more!" , "Why can't you be helpful for a moment" , "oh stop overreacting , it's just a homework you'll do it later" ,  " miss perfect is worried about her grades , com'on one day won't kill ya" . And it went on and on and on. her work upstairs long forgotten.

............................

"01:45" read the bold neon light of clock glared right back at her as she sat once again after fleeing the war zone trying to salvage what's left of the night or  before the light of day break through , amidst her contemplating whether to just brave it and keep on working or to just give up , it's just grades right ? , It's not the end of the world , it's not like it determines more than half of the final mark right? So what if she failed the class all together , She could retake it next year right?  , "Oh no . No. No . No. Not now ! I can't panic over it now . I still got ....... No ! Com'on , please not now " rapidly breathing and Stressing over Got her to her feet , walking back and forth across the room  not paying mind to lando who just got back home and heard her pacing just before he missed her door heading to his room , and as he peaked his head in after knocking for a while only for her to not answer , his concerns of why is she still awake in the dead of night ? And why she seemed distracted the whole week amplifies as she kept on passing by still not aware of him standing at her door , so he took it into his own hand to step in trying to anchor her back knowing that once she fall into a hyperventilating daze it would only take a moment for panic to set in and that led to a state he promised to never let her get pulled into again .

"Blue" he called her softly as he stepped towards her but still not too close to make her feel cornered  " hey what's wrong ?"  He reached his hand out before he held her shaking hands in his , concerned about how cold they were , guiding her to try to breathe as her  frantic eyes zoomed back in to lock with his tearing up relieved by his presence alone , she finally let it out  "everything is wrong  , Lan ! , I'm failing school and I can't even do anything....... I still ......... I still got tons of unfinished work I won't be able to make it on time , maybe I should just drop out , no one would care , so why keep going " he sat her down still holding her hand squeezing every three beats to distract her trying to match her breathing with it " com'on blue , that's not gonna happen , I won't let that happen , now breathe with me " .

Looking at the now empty water bottles and coffee mugs and her shaking hands were not only due to anxiousness ,  he  knew without asking that she is once again skipping her meals and that won't do . coaxing her away from her room took a while but eventually he got her out , both sneaking into the kitchen .

She Sat down at the counter as he rummaged through the fridge looking for ingredients , he paused as she gave him a doubtful look " what!?" She bit back a smile as she pointed out " you know that you can't cook to save your life right ? , your skill set consists of burnt eggs and sand paper pancakes" , he gave her a sassy look with both hands on his hips " well good to know that your observational skill is intact , you should be grateful for my miraculous food " ,  she mumbled quietly  " more like last meal from hell " , he snapped his head "what was that!?" , " Oh nothing!" , "That's what I thought" as he went on putting what he deemed necessary to sit beside her on the counter after deciding on quick and easy sandwiches , she watched him assembling layers as she put her head down  atop her crossed arms and whispering out " I wish I hadn't grow " he hummed softly " why so ?" Then listened as she went on "everything was easier , lighter , all what's keeping me awake at night went over my head back then , I didn't have to worry about what I'm going to do for life , what everyone expects me to achieve, even you,  you were always there " she gave him a genuine smile as she kept going " I still remember how We used to complain about monsters in our closets just to stay awake for little while but we'd always end up sleeping right away , now everything turned into a living nightmare that I have to face everyday .  I'm getting older but I don't want that if it's just to hurt further " he pushed the first sandwich before her as he went on preparing another one but he paused , giving her a thoughtful nod " that's the hardest part of it , to grow out Of what we used to be . And believe me I know it cause i felt it , there's no guaranteed cure for that no bandaids for the growing pains as they say , but what I guarantee you is that as you go through it the bad would get better cause you learn from it , you won't always be right about everything you go through, the mistakes are to get you back on track ,  to take notice of what you've missed the first time around , you know " she nods her head taking in his words " yeah " He hummed as he went back to what he was doing " I know I'm not around as much as I wanted to " she immediately assured him " I know , and I'll never hold it against you , you've got work to do and places to be " he shook his head adamantly " yeah but that won't ever stop me from being there for you , whether you had a bad day or just wanted to vent I'm one call away from you alright?" She nods gratefully accepting his words , then he nudged her to finish her meal "now let get you fed and ready to sleep , tomorrow we've got assignments to finish and you young lady are in for an epic but relaxing weekend with yours truly" , and before she start protesting he declared " yeah , I'm not taking no for an answer, we're both ditching this weekend , I'm using my big brother authorities so I'll deal with them later " she poked him knowing how squirmish he'll be "lando , that's abuse of power , it that's the example you want me to follow !" " Yeah yeah com'on now eat up " before he add in exited smile " you won't believe what Carlos did last week . he ....... " .

[atom-writings]

Can I request the allies helping their S/O when their depression keeps them in bed for a few days, which isn't normal for them.

hetalia allies when their s/o is going through a depressive episode

1.8k words ~ gender neutral scenarios

tw: theyre not always the best but they figure it out (:

a/n: hope this was ok. if u want just like, comfort, thats cool and i can do that too seperately (: but anon i totally get i got crippling depression too. were alll in this togeeethherrr

America

Depressive episodes were nothing out of the usual for you. What was out of the usual though, was just how horribly this one was hitting you. But it seems like the person who it hurt the most, was Alfred.

Once you began spending the majority of your time in bed, he began to bother you incessantly. It'd be more annoying for you if it wasn't clear just how much Alfred was panicking.

Every day he returned from home to find you in your miserable state, he would question your sudden episode over and over again until one of you fell asleep. He offered to take you somewhere, to buy you everything, anything to get you back to normal. No matter how much you insisted that none of that would help, he continued.

That was until one day, upon his return from work, he didn't immediately come up to interrogate your lack of motivation. From your shared bed, you could vaguely hear him fumbling around downstairs. After a while, his footsteps finally echoed up the stairs.

Your door creaked open slowly, revealing Alfred awkwardly carrying bags of snacks as well as a TV. He rushed forward to throw everything on the bed before starting to hook up the TV in front of the bed.

“Alfred?”

“Yeah?“

”What are you doin'?“

”Making this room fun to be in,” He answered bluntly, but his tone was kind.

After a minute, he finished setting up the TV and crawled into bed with you. Before you could say anything, he pulled you flush against his side.

“Staying in here is no good for you, but at least there's ways to make it... less bad.” He told you softly.

You took a moment to respond, ”Can... can you stay in here with me?“

”I'll stay in here until you're ready to leave, K?“

England

As soon as your illness began to rear its ugly head, Arthur took notice. It's not like it hadn't happened before, after all. The unusual eating habits, the exhaustion, how less excited you would become over things you love, it's all typical. So he would help the way he usually did.

If you're too tired for work or school, he gets you out of it. If you're hungry, he makes whatever you want anytime. If you're slacking on chores, he makes up for it two-fold.

The entire time you spend gloomily sitting on your phone or watching TV, Arthur is running from place to place in a panic. It's clear why, he's just desperately trying to ”solve“ your sadness. After all, over his many periods of depression, he always works himself to the bone to get through them. He struggles to understand how you can just... sit there.

But of course, that's not how human depression tends to work. Seeing him so motivated did nothing but make you more insecure about your own sudden ”laziness.” Living in an incredibly clean house only helps for so long until it starts feeling weird.

The only place safe from his worried frenzy was the bedroom, where you lay nearly all day. It was quiet there, at least. Not frustrating like everything else. That was until Arthur interrupted your silence by joining you in bed with a huff.

“Love, you've been in here all day.”

You didn't respond, simply nodding and rolling to face away from him.

“What's wrong?”

Still, no response.

He grabbed your shoulder lightly, trying to pull you to face him.

“What is it?”

“You know what's wrong.”

He sighed, before laying down as well. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, his soft breath hitting the back of your neck as his heart beat against your back.

“I guess a better question would be... do you want to talk about it?”

You pause, ”Not really...“

”Well, I'll be here with you until you do.“

”No running around?“

He chuckles, ”No, I'll stay here. After all, you're strong... I imagine this won't last forever, right Love?“

France

Francis is a sensitive person, but most importantly he's an emotionally intelligent one. He notices as soon as your depression begins to get bad again, and he always tries to do little things to help. But... he knows that you're the one who's had to live in your head for years. The only reason he would go out of his way to help is if you asked him to.

Which you usually don't. It never seems to stay unbearable long enough for you to justify asking him, even though he's made clear he's always willing to do anything for you.

But this time is different, it feels as if your thoughts can't stop, no matter what you do. Even as you rest in bed, you only get more and more tired, more angry and miserable. Francis noticed this... but he wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want him to.

At least, that's how he thinks usually. But now, seeing his beloved sobbing for the 15th day in a row, he decided he had to do something.

Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, you were awoken by Francis's smiling face.

”Time to get up!“

”No-“

You were swiftly cut off by him grabbing your arms and pulling you upwards.

”I've set out clothes for you. We're going somewhere.“

You shook your head, ”W-Where? I'm tired-“

”It's gonna be fun! I'll buy you coffee on the way, don't worry.“

So up you were, regardless of your protests.

An hour-long car drive later, and you understood why he was so enthusiastic about going here. Before you stood the most stunning valley you had ever seen, surrounded by perfectly green trees and water so blue you could've sworn it was fake. But the breeze flowing through your hair said otherwise.

“While we walk to the beach, you can tell me all about what's wrong, okay?” He locked his hand around yours.

Sure, it didn't solve everything. But... it was better than the bedroom.

China

Yao doesn't really... understand what depression is. When you tell him it's a “mental illness” all he understands is “illness.” So the moment things start getting worse for you, he's recommending all the things he learned to make sick people better.

If it gets to the point of being bedridden, he acts like you're gonna die. Which is obviously not very... comforting. So after many times of you telling him to leave you alone, he's gotten used to popping in every couple of hours with tea, but that's it.

After all, you're usually back to your normal self pretty quickly. But this time, he can tell something's off; and he's not about to let you wither away.

So, one morning, you're awoken to a delicious breakfast already in your lap and Yao sitting in front of you, looking like a kid on Christmas.

“Wh- Yao? Why did you...”

“You haven't been eating enough, and I don't want you getting tired soon.”

You looked at him suspiciously, “Why?”

“We have plans.“

”Good plans or bad plans?“

”Good plans! What do you think of me?“

Once you finished eating breakfast, he dragged you out of bed. No matter how much you protested, his grip on your hand was strong. He brought you to the other side of the house, into his already set-up studio.

”What are we doing in here?“ You ask nervously.

”Getting you out of bed,“ He responds quickly, gesturing to the yoga mat set up next to his.

All you could was sigh and stand next to him, waiting for instruction.

”Do we really have to do this?“

He nods, spreading his legs to the side and reaching down with one hand. Looking up at you expectantly, he smiled.

”It keeps you spry,“ He switched sides, ”It keeps you healthy.“

”I'm really not in the mood,“

”Trust me.“

With a huff, you slowly worked your creaking body into the same pose he pulled.

”I can't stand to see you suffer in that room.“

”It's not fun on my end either.“

”I love you. I wish you would tell me how to help.”

You groan as the next pose he demonstrated stretched you a little bit more than what was comfortable.

“You can't 'help.' Just gotta wait it out.“

He took a moment to respond, “Well, I suggest you wait it out in ways that get your mind off everything. Like this.”

“It's helping the tiniest bit, I guess...”

He chuckled, “We will keep working at it until you feel better. No matter how long it takes.”

Russia

When your depression gets bad, it seems to be obvious to everyone... except Ivan. Despite you bringing it up to him, he either doesn't know what to do... or he doesn't care. The possibility of the latter doing nothing to make you feel any better.

Even as you spend all day laying in bed, crying constantly, he doesn't seem to notice. He just acts like you aren't... suffering. That stings, a lot more than anything else creating this depressive episode.

But after a week of this unending gloominess, you get a strange text from Ivan.

“Come downstairs.”

Weird and annoying... but more importantly ominous. It takes you only a second to throw on a hoodie and rush downstairs. You can't hear his usual humming, and the house seems completely still as you search for him. But when you look out the back window, you see him.

As you enter the backyard, you fully see what he was doing.

In the middle of the yard, he set up a picnic. Surrounding him is a mountain of bright flowers, and tens of little plates bearing your favourite sweets lay on the light blanket.

“Come sit, darling.”

You would be foolish of you to not oblige. Once you sat down next to him, he reached out to stroke your cheek lovingly.

”What is torturing you so horribly?“

You took a deep breath, “Where to start?”

“Wherever you want,” he clucks his tongue sympathetically, resting his hand on your thigh.

“Y-You know... I thought you didn't care. You've been so... normal...”

Ivan looks awkward, averting his gaze, “I didn't want to make it worse. You're so strong, I knew you could get through it on your own. I'm sorry.”

“I can.... but I don't want to...”

He leans forward, kissing your forehead.

”I promise, now, you will never deal with anything alone.“

”You're sure it won't be too much?“

”Never. Never too much.“

hey there. its gonna get better. its gonna be different. but its gonna get better. there are hundreds of people youre gonna meet, and hundreds of places youre gonna go, and its gonna be amazing. one day youll wake up and realize everything is alright. because youre gonna be ok.

[roosterforme]

A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 14 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You are starting to stress over Bradley's upcoming deployment, but he's the one you can always count on to make you feel better. After you fulfill three wishes for him, your only wish is for him to return in time for the wedding.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, and swearing

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley wasn't sure how you managed to pull off half of the shit that you did. He knew you were busy at work. He knew you were busy with the secret wedding plans. He knew you were trying to spend as much time with him as you could before he deployed again. But you still managed to put together a Halloween party that everyone was excited about. 

"Can't wait for tomorrow night!" Fanboy said, slapping Bradley on the back in the locker room. "I can't wait to show off my secret costume."

"You wear the same costume every year, man," Payback replied. "Darth Vader. Every single year."

Fanboy glared at him. "Yeah, because I spent a lot of money to have it specially made. If you try to wear that shitty looking impostor Vader costume again this year, I'll be so pissed at you."

Payback just rolled his eyes and headed for the showers. 

Bradley had already agreed to wear a couples costume with you. He'd agreed to it last year as well. He had worn tights for you after dating for less than a month. But every time he thought about dressing up as the Peter Pan to your Tinker Bell, he smiled. 

"Pussy whipped," he muttered to himself as he claimed a shower as well. He still loved it when you put on that tiny green dress for him. And you kept telling him that this year's costume came complete with three wishes that you would grant for him. So he wasn't about to complain about having to wear his dress whites around the house all evening. 

When Bradley got home, you were in the kitchen, already making food for the following night's party. "Hi, Roo," you called, running to wrap your arms around him. He was leaving for South Korea with Jake in five days, and he could tell you were getting anxious. He hated putting you through this over and over again, but he loved how you were holding onto him at every opportunity now.

"You need help with anything?" he asked. You looked up at him warily, probably scared to have him help too much in the kitchen. 

"Um, how about you fold laundry and clean the bathrooms for tomorrow night?"

"You know, it kind of hurts that you hardly ever let me help you in the kitchen," he whined, kissing the top of your head.

"But you're so good at cleaning, Roo," you told him as he walked down the hallway.

When he reemerged from his chores, you had made two delicious looking sandwiches, and you were drinking a beer while you decorated a cake. 

"Jesus, how do you manage to do all this?" he asked as you took a small bite out of one of the sandwiches. You looked at him like you were suddenly going to cry. "What's wrong?"

You just shook your head and closed your eyes. 

"Did I do something?" he asked softly as you took a step away from him.

You shook your head again, swiping away some tears from your eyes. 

"You're scaring me. What's wrong?"

When you tried to suck in a deep breath, you hiccupped and started crying instead. The way your face looked like you were in agony was killing him when you finally said, "I don't want you to go. I'm so scared." You paused to hiccup again, and Bradley felt his heart clench inside him. "You haven't been deployed since July. Since your accident." The last three words were spoken so quietly, you barely even said them out loud. 

He moved closer to you, and then you were immediately in his arms. But Bradley knew there was no way to really comfort you. This was something he thought about all the time, too. "It's just two weeks, tops. You know I'm always going to fight to get back to you if I need to. Every single time. You know that, Sweetheart."

"I know," you wailed against his chest. "But I'm still scared." 

Bradley guided you to the living room couch and let you sit in his lap and cry until your tears started to ease up. He ran his hand in small, soothing circles along your thigh and held back his own tears. 

You wiped your face on his shirt and looked up at him, running your hand along his scarred left arm. "I should be used to this by now."

He shook his head and kissed your nose. "I don't think this is the kind of thing anyone ever gets used to," he whispered as you sniffled at him. "I certainly am not. All I wanted was to have you in my life. To have you waiting for me when I come home. But it fucking destroys me to leave you here by yourself."

"Just don't leave me forever."

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Crying so hard and so suddenly had given you a headache. You didn't have a chance to try on your Halloween costume. You barely managed to eat your sandwich, and Bradley had to help you finish getting the party food ready. 

By nine o'clock, you were ready to give up for the night. You let him cover the cake you had made, and he offered to clean up the kitchen while you got ready for bed. 

It felt like you couldn't get your pulse under control. Your heart was racing. It was getting worse with each day as you got closer to his departure. You really just wanted to enjoy this Halloween party. All of your friends were coming, and Bradley had agreed to wear a matching costume again. Your head was just swirling. If you still felt this way tomorrow, you were going to have to cancel on everyone. 

Suddenly Bradley was in the bedroom doorway, holding Tramp and smiling. 

"What?" you asked, still swiping at your eyes behind your glasses as you sat up more in bed. 

"If I tell you, then you have to promise to stop crying," he said, still smiling as he made his way to the bed. 

You took a few deep breaths, finally feeling the ache in your chest loosen a bit. "Okay, I'm done crying," you promised in the steadiest voice you could manage. 

Bradley set Tramp down at the foot of the bed and slowly crawled up toward you, his expression changing to gleeful as he got closer. 

"What?" you asked, a laugh escaping as you felt yourself smile. "What is it?"

He crawled on top of you, playfully kissing your neck and face, nearly knocking your glasses onto the floor before you managed to toss them onto the night stand. 

"Bradley!" you giggled as he kissed your ear, his own deep laughter filling you up. His weight on you felt soothing as your legs tangled with his. "Tell me!"

But he just kept on kissing your lips so softly as you let your fingers thread through his hair. With a huge smile on his face, he let his forehead rest softly against yours. 

"What is it?" you asked, nipping at his lips.

"Baby Girl. We're getting married in thirty days." He pulled his face away a few inches, and he looked happier than a kid on Christmas morning. "Sweetheart! It's just one month away!"

You started laughing and threw your arms around his neck. "A month!"

"Mmhmm," he hummed against your neck. "One month. I get to be your husband in one month. How did I get this lucky?"

You took his face in both of your hands and kissed him hard. "I love you, Bradley."

Somehow, that declaration of thirty days was all it took to make you feel better. And after a few minutes of cuddling, you were sound asleep, draped halfway across his body. 

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"Are you almost dressed?" Bradley asked. You had shut yourself in the bathroom, which you never really did when you were getting ready. You always left the door open so he could check on you, or just look at you, or sneak up behind you and make you late for things.

"Um... almost!" you called. Everyone would start arriving shortly, and he was dying to have a few minutes with you in your costume. Alone. He hadn't even seen it on you yet. 

He adjusted his tie and looked over at Tramp who appeared to be dressed as some sort of fairy. But you had told Bradley it was part of the costume theme and divulged no further information. 

"Sweetheart, it's almost party time!" he called again, just as you opened the bathroom door. "Oh, shit."

You smiled and twirled for him. You were wearing a light blue slip dress that ended above your knees as well as a costume wig with a tiara. You even had some sort of glass slippers on your feet.

Bradley's mouth was hanging open as he shook his head. "You look hot."

You looked down at yourself and then back up at him. "I feel kind of silly. But you look delicious, Roo. Or should I say Prince Charming?" 

The skirt part of your dress was kind of gauzy and sheer, and the top was kind of tight, and that made him feel a little silly. "Do you have any idea what you are capable of?" he rasped, reaching for you.

"What do you mean?" you asked, tucking yourself into his arms.

"You could destroy me with one look, Baby Girl."

You smirked and rubbed yourself against him. "My name is Cinderella."

Bradley groaned so loudly, you started laughing again. 

"And my fairy godmother said I can grant you three wishes tonight," you added, biting your glossy lip. Tramp perked up and shook his fairy wings as if on cue. 

Bradley raised his eyebrows at you. "Anything I want?"

You nodded, still chewing on your lip. 

He pushed you back against the dresser and started bunching up your dress just as the doorbell rang. "Fuck!"

You ran out of the room, your laughter trailing behind you as he followed. When you had nearly reached the front door, Bradley scooped you up from behind. "This is going to be fun," he whispered in your ear. "Okay, my first wish: I want you to flash me your tits when nobody is looking."

You squealed with delight as he set you down. "You're naughty, Roo."

"I thought I was Prince Charming."

You put your hand on the doorknob and whispered, "Wish number one, coming right up." Then you opened the door and let Cam and Maria inside.

"You look ridiculous," you told them as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum entered the house. Cam pressed a six pack of beer into Bradley's hands and Maria kissed his cheek, and then they both made their way into the kitchen. 

Before you could even close the door, Fanboy Vader entered followed by Bob who was dressed as Where's Waldo. "Cute!" you said, making a fuss over both of them. Bradley watched Bob pointedly not look at your body while Fanboy pointedly looked at your body and then gave Bradley a fistbump. 

"Phoenix!" you squealed, tossing your arms around Bradley's best friend who was dressed as Wednesday Addams, complete with braided pigtails. 

"Cinderella, I dig it," Nat said with a laugh before looking at Bradley. "But that is the furthest thing I have ever seen from Prince Charming. Eww, wait... is this some sort of twisted roleplay fantasy?! You guys need to do this shit on your own time." But she was still smiling at Bradley as she made her way over to pet Tramp. 

You closed the door only to open it again as Mav and Penny entered dressed as Sonny and Cher. Within a minute, Mav had Bradley cornered. 

"I'm fully ordained," Maverick said, holding out his hand for Bradley to shake it, but Bradley wrapped his arms around him in a hug instead. 

"Thanks again, Mav. Almost everything is ready. Just need to submit our permits, and we are good to go. And don't you dare tell Penny or Amelia." 

Mav grinned and mimed zipping his lips before getting a beer.

"Oh my goodness, you look sexy!" Bradley froze. That was clearly your voice. You shouldn't be saying that to anyone except him. He peered through the house to the front door and caught sight of you running your fingers along Payback's Halloween costume, if you could even call it that. 

He was dressed as a firefighter. A firefighter stripper. Just yellow pants with red and yellow suspenders.

"Yeah, well, this was the only costume left in my size," he was saying to you, grinning as you snapped the suspenders against him. 

"Looking hot, Payback." 

When you caught Bradley's eye, you winked.

He headed over and wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, "Stop flirting with Payback and give me my first wish."

"Now is not the appropriate time, Prince Charming," you squealed, wriggling out of his grasp as Jake arrived. 

"A Ken doll? Again?" Bradley asked as Jake descended upon you with a huge bouquet of orange flowers and kissed you on the cheek. Bradley knew better than to be jealous, but you were barely wearing any clothing, and the guys were all over you. 

"You look like you could be my Barbie," Jake told you with a wink, you responded by seductively untying his ascot before flicking his ear. 

"Your wife is mean," Jake said, rubbing his ear. The word wife made Bradley smile every time. And as he looked at you over Jake's shoulder you bit your lip and looked around. Everyone else had abandoned the living room, stairs and entryway for the kitchen. 

Bradley licked his lips and grinned, knowing you were about to go for it. He watched you yank down the top of your dress, and your tits bounced free for him. He could tell your nipples were hard from across the room, and he watched you struggle to get yourself covered up again. A look of slight panic crossed your features, but Bradley was having fun watching you grabbing at your own breasts. 

Until he noticed Jake was about to turn around to see what he was looking at. "Hey! Did you mention anything to Fanboy about keeping an eye on her while we're gone?" Bradley asked, regaining Jake's attention while you finally got yourself covered. 

Bradley and Jake both turned to watch you stroll into the kitchen like you hadn't a care in the world. "Yeah. Fanboy said he'd stop over if she needs anything. Of course Bob, Payback and Coyote all said the same thing too. She's going to be just fine."

Bradley frowned. "Where is Coyote?"

"Oh, he's in the kitchen," you called over your shoulder. "I didn't see him come in?"

When Bradley made his way into the kitchen, Coyote was looking at you with his hands on his hips. "I'm dressed as James Bond. I'm a spy. I crept in the back door when nobody was looking." 

You were smiling as he looked annoyed that nobody seemed to appreciate how he was fully in character.

"Do you want a martini?" you asked, straightening his bowtie. Then he smiled down at you.

"No, I don't want you to go to any trouble. I'll just grab a beer," Coyote told you, flashing a huge smile. 

Bradley watched with mild interest as you chatted with Coyote and Fanboy for a little bit. Your costume was extremely distracting, so he couldn't really blame the guys for sneaking some glances at your chest. At least they had the decency to look a little embarrassed anytime they caught Bradley's eye. And he was happy to see that Maria had managed to garner all of Payback's attention, what with his perfect abs fully exposed to everyone at large. 

When you went to grab some more of your orange sangria from the refrigerator, Bradley let you pour a glass and take a sip before he took it from you and finished it. "Hey!" you complained, but he just set the glass aside. 

Everyone was pretty distracted, dancing to your Halloween playlist and eating and drinking. Bradley ran his knuckles down along the soft skin between your breasts, and you instantly whimpered for him.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered, already getting hard, right in the middle of his kitchen. "Prince Charming wants to get his dick wet."

Your lips parted as his fingers trailed up to your neck and wrapped around your necklace chain, and your eyes went wide. "Is that your second wish?"

"No, that's a fucking order." 

Your moan was so loud, Bradley pressed his lips to yours to keep you quiet. When he released you, he murmured, "Meet me in the laundry room in ten minutes to fulfill my second wish."

You just nodded dumbly, and after a few minutes, Bradley watched you sneak down the hallway. 

He needed to time it just right so it didn't look too suspicious. He was so worked up. Usually he could last as long as you needed him to, always wanting to get you there before himself. But he was pretty sure he could get away with a quickie. No way he'd last long with you dressed like that and moaning. 

When he ducked inside the laundry room, you were there with the light on, immediately reaching for the front of his uniform pants. 

"That's a good girl," he crooned, watching you unzip and pull him free. "That's my sweet Princess."

You licked your lips and met his eyes. "How do you want it, your highness?" Your voice was soft and needy, and he was throbbing in your hand.

He kissed you gently one time before taking you by the hips and bending you over the washing machine. "I want to fuck you hard and fast and fill you with my cum," he grunted, yanking up the sheer material of your dress and running his hands along your ass. You weren't wearing any underwear, and he could see how wet you were. 

"Oh!" you moaned as he pushed himself deep inside your pussy without warning. 

"All the guys want to flirt with you? And look at you? That's fine," he said, squeezing your hips as you grasped the washing machine while he rocked into you. "I know you're mine. But you're gonna keep my cum in this little pussy all night. I wanna smell it on you later. Want them to smell it too."

He fucked you hard, nealy knocking over the jug of detergent as he railed you. Each of his thrusts was punctuated with a grunt from the back of your throat, and you were getting louder and louder.

"Don't get too loud. I didn't lock the door," Bradley growled, switching to shorter, harder thrusts that just left you moaning his name. "Fine, be loud. I don't fucking care if someone catches us."

That had you turning to look up over your shoulder at him, mouth hanging open, brows pinched. "Roo," you groaned, and he squeezed both of your ass cheeks as he came hard, clenching his jaw and keeping his eyes on yours.

He leaned down to kiss your cheek before withdrawing and watching his cum leak out of your pussy and down your thighs. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispered, kneeling down and kissing the backs of your legs before he pulled your dress down slowly over the masterpiece he had painted. 

"Bradley," you whispered, just staring up at him as he stood and running your fingers along his sensitive length. 

"Get back out there, Cinderella. Go chat with the guys all you want," he said, landing a soft smack to your rear end as you left the room. 

Bradley took a moment to tuck himself back into his dress whites, noting the streak of your wetness next to his zipper. He smiled as he buttoned his pants, already thinking about his third wish.

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You could feel Bradley's cum as it seeped out of you with every movement. Your legs and dress were soaked from him, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't turned on for the rest of the night. 

He came from fucking you inside the laundry room, but you did not. And that was just fine with you. Getting his dick wet was one of his three wishes, and you were more than happy to give that to him. 

But now you were worked up. Everytime Bradley looked at you, every time your costume brushed against your nipples, you wanted to take him to bed. And you almost felt like everyone you talked to knew what you and Bradley had done. Which just made you even needier for him. 

You also couldn't wait to hear what his third wish was.

You were sitting on the piano bench with Cam and sharing a plate of snacks, looking around the room at everyone. Suddenly part of you realized that the way you and Bradley had planned your wedding was quite risky. There was the chance that some of these people wouldn't show up on your big day, because they wouldn't know that it was actually your wedding day. That thought made you sad. 

You had known Cam longer than anybody else here. He'd lived across the hallway from you in the Naval Academy dormitories. You became friends instantly. Well, after you recovered from your devastating crush on him. And right now he was rambling on about how you should be recruiting him for your lab, which was currently getting way more grant money than the one he was working in.

"Hey, Cam?" you asked, cutting him off.

"What?"

"Give me your phone. I need your calendar. I need you to make sure you're free the day after Thanksgiving."

He handed you his phone. "I'm flying back from Pittsburgh that morning. Why?"

"You'll be back in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, land around noon. Why?"

You entered a bogus event into his calendar and handed the phone back to him. "Don't make plans. I need you that day." You kissed his cheek and knocked his glasses crooked in the process.

He just shrugged and agreed with you. "Sure." Then he started rambling on again. 

When you went into the kitchen to refill your drink, you got cornered by Coyote and Fanboy. "You want some sangria?" you asked them both.

"Nah, just wanted to remind you that we're around 24/7 if you need anything while Rooster and Hangman are away," Fanboy told you with so much sincerity, it made your heart ache for this group of aviators that you called your friends.

"Seriously," Coyote added, "Like if something breaks, or something makes you uncomfortable, just call us, okay? And you can always eat lunch with us, too."

You nodded and smiled. "Got it. Thanks, guys."

You had similar conversations with Nat, Bob and Payback before the end of the night, and by the time Maverick told you to let him know if you needed anything, you threw your arms around him. "I'll let you know, Mav. Thank you. I appreciate your concern, and I know Bradley does, too."

Soon you were a little tipsy and dancing with Payback the stipper firefighter while Bradley played Monster Mash on the piano. And that led to everyone dancing around your dining room table. And then that led to everyone eating cake, including fairy godmother Tramp who devoured an entire slice that Bob dropped before anyone could pick it up. 

It was so late by the time everyone was leaving, you had lost your glass slippers somewhere, and the house was a mess. But everyone left with a smile on their face, and you'd honestly had the best time. And more importantly, Bradley looked like he'd had fun. 

"Tomorrow is actually Halloween," he remarked, closing the door behind Nat as she waved goodbye. "Is it sad that I'm really excited to give out candy to the kids?"

"No," you said, wrapping him up in a hug. "I'm excited, too. It's our first Halloween in the house."

"You're not wearing this to give out candy, are you?" he asked, eying your cleavage with some concern. 

You started laughing, gently removing your tiara and wig which had been itching you all night. "No! You and I are dressing as baseball players tomorrow."

He swallowed hard, running his fingers along your lower back. "But you're keeping this, right?"

"Mmhmm, I'm keeping it, Roo."

"Good," he said, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. "And now I'm ready for my third wish."

You smirked up at him as he set you down on your feet next to the bed. "What'll it be, Prince Charming?"

But he just looked at your face, leaning down to kiss you one time. You felt his fingers trail up along both of your arms, but you couldn't look away from his intense brown eyes. He had one large hand at the back of your neck while he stroked your lips softly with his other thumb. 

His words were soft and sincere. "Baby Girl. I wish you would stay with me forever." Then he kissed you with such love and care, you never wanted to leave his embrace.

You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and whispered next to his ear, "Wish granted."

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Get ready for another deployment up next... Anyone have guesses about the wedding?

PART 15

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