#but i love being me and i like throwing tantrums in the open. why hide it

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today's mood

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“Katsuki!” you hiss at her husband, opening the dark pantry to find your 3 year old son bawling his eyes out as you pick him up. “Whattttt?” Bakugou shrugged trying desperately to hide his snickering.

“Why didn’t you look for him!” You said rocking your three year old son in your arms, the mirrored version of your husband. He had tears in red ruby eyes that reminded you of the years back in elementary school when Katsuki himself would wine and fuss. They looked the exact same. You’d seen both of them in their young ages and they looked no different, like twins of different times even.

“You know he hates the dark!” Bakugou finally let go of his laugh but cut short after a glimpse of you shooting daggers at him. Katsuki, your husband had been playing hide & seek with his three year old son, Kyouji who was bored. He’d been pestering his dad all afternoon who was trying to watch his recorded episodes that he’d missed while working at the agency overtime.

Earlier…

“Fine I’ll play hide & seek with you for five minutes! That’s it ya hear me?” Bakugou said looking down at his son who was looking up from his leg, at the tower of a man his father was. Little Kyouji nodded excitedly. Unfortunately for your husband, Kyouji, unlike most kids in the world; preferred to be the seeker instead of the hider.

Katsuki groaned as his son struggled to find him for three minutes. His son was actually struggling to find this 6’2 man! Katsuki got smart and decided to fake a yawn loud enough for his son to find him. “Gotchu!” His son giggled.

“Yup you did. We done now?” He asked. Little Kyouji shook his head. Katsuki groaned even louder. “I hide, you seek.” Your son said before taking off, he was a man of little words.

Katsuki plopped down on the sofa, defeated. He began counting to twenty “1…2…3…” mid way to 17 he heard the kitchen pantry door close. He knew where his son was, but of course he knew he would have to play dumb for about two minutes before he could actually find him.

Katsuki got off the soda before being hit with a thought. If he found his son. He’d only want to play more, and Katsuki couldn’t take it anymore. He loved his son but he needed relaxation time. But he knew he had to keep playing with his son to keep him happy, especially since you were busy in a meeting in your office and you would go off on Katsuki if your son began throwing a tantrum.

“Ready or not, here I come!” Bakugou said. He moved around the house and pretended to look in places his son “might be hiding”. Right after a quick lap, and hearing the giggles of his son in the pantry, he plopped right back down on the sofa.

He wan’t going to leave his son in the dark for too long, just enough to get through his episode. Or that’s what he thought. Bakugou had made it half way through the next episode before realizing he forgot to look for his son.

Bakugou got up quickly to rush over to the pantry where he heard quiet sobs. Unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough. You had just got off your meeting and happened to hear your son crying. And that’s how Katsuki ended up in this predicament.

“What?! I had to get the brat off my back somehow!” Bakugou said. “That’s enough from you.” You glared at him as he gritted his teeth.

“What should daddy get as punishment? Think he should get a time out?” You asked your son as he nodded, wiping away his tears. “Oh no, your not gonna make me-” Bakugou started before quickly shutting up once he saw your face of death.

He sighed and got up quickly, moving over to the small chair in the corner facing the wall. The time out corner, you called it.

“You’ll be there for 15 minutes.” You said as Katsuki sighed. You put down your son, “Now how about I get you a snack?” You asked him as he nodded. “Tank you.” He said. You walked away to the kitchen, missing the evil tongue your son stuck out at his daddy.

“Oh I’ll get you for this.” Bakugou whispered to his son across the room, half joking, half serious.

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Secrets

Lando Norris x Leclerc!Reader

Word count: 1.2k+

You and Lando have been together for about a year now, but no one knows. You kept your relationship a secret because of how the press can be and more importantly your older brothers. You love your brothers but sometimes they can be a bit much, like now. Lando had accidentally left a hickey on your neck and your brothers saw it before you could hide it. And now, they were practically interrogating you.

Charles was pacing around the room, Lorenzo was just sitting and staring at you and Arthur was asking you questions. "Who have you been seeing?" "How long has it been going on?" "Why would you not tell us?" You kept silent and didn't answer any of their questions which only made Charles more angry. Your phone started to ring, but Charles grabbed it and saw it said “Baby❤️” then answered it. “Hey baby, when are we meeting up today?” Lando asked before Charles could say anything. “You’re dating LANDO?!” He yelled at you then he started yelling at Lando who just hung up on him.

You looked up at Charles to see him fuming. “Cha, please listen-” “No, I asked one thing of you years ago and that was to never date another driver. And what do you go and do? Exactly that.” You could feel the tears building up as Charles shows his anger and disappointment towards you. Eventually you got up and walked to your room and started to pack a small bag of clothes. You grabbed your keys and looked at your brothers, “You may not agree or be happy about me being with Lando but it is my choice and I love him. So when you are done throwing a tantrum, come talk to me then.” You grabbed your phone and left.

Lando was parked outside and opened your door for you. “Thank you Love.” You murmured and gave him a small kiss. He closed the door once you were in the passenger seat and got in the car. The ride to his house was mostly quite and he didn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry that I caused us to be caught.” He whispered. Lando felt terrible that your brothers were rude to you because he had left a hickey by accident. “It’s okay Lan, the truth would have to come out anyways.” You told him. “I just want to forget about it.” You whispered. He nodded and when you got to his house, you changed into a hoodie of his and laid down.

He got into a pair of sweatpants and laid down with you. Lando pulled you into his arms and you buried your face into his neck. “They wouldn’t let me explain and all I could see was Charles’ anger and disappointment.” You whispered. He pulled you closer to him and held you there. “I’m sorry baby, I wish I could do something to help.” He said and you could tell he was upset at your brothers. “Just being here is enough.” You told him and slowly drifted off to sleep. Right before he went to fall asleep, your phone started ringing. He saw it was your mother and answered it.

“Hello Mrs. Leclerc, this is Lando Y/n’s boyfriend. She is currently sleeping.” He waited for her response afraid she was going to yell at him. “Can you please tell Y/n that I want you and her here tomorrow night for dinner. I’ll keep her brothers at bay but I would like to meet you.” Lando was shocked that was what she called about. “I’ll let her know, thank you so much Mrs. Leclerc.” He replied. “She seems to really trust you if your who she went to when she’s upset. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” She ended the call and Lando finally drifted off to sleep.

Once morning rolled around and Lando took you out for breakfast, he told you “Your mom called last night and told us to be at dinner tonight.” You slowly put your fork down. “She did what?” “She called and I didn’t want her to worry over you so I answered and told her you were fine. Then next thing I know, she’s invited me to your family dinner tonight.” You smiled at him “At least maman seems to be happy I’m dating you.”

~time skip to dinner~

Lando had went out and bought your mom her favorite flowers and he was nervous to say the least. You opened the door and yelled out “We’re here.” Then you heard footsteps which turned out to be your mother. “How are you doing dear?” She asked you. “I’m fine maman, really.” She smiled then turned to Lando “These are for you Mrs. Leclerc.” He handed her the flowers. “Oh they are so pretty! Come on in, dinner is almost ready.” You gave Lando’s hand a squeeze and followed your mom.

Your brothers were already sitting at the table and you could tell they were not happy. “Lando, these are my other two brothers Lorenzo and Arthur.” You pointed to them and they just stared back at him. “Guys this is Lando.” You said trying to get someone to talk. Once you realize that they weren’t, you went to the kitchen to help your mom. “You can come with me if you want.” You told Lando. He nodded and grabbed your hand. His hands were a little unsteady due to nerves. “It’s okay baby. The only one whose opinion matters is me and of course my maman’s.” You joked with him. He gave you a smile and a laugh. You smiled up at him and pulled him down for a quick kiss.

Dinner had gone smoothly thanks to your mother but she truly loved Lando and that was all you could ask for. Both of you were currently sitting on the patio in the back yard. “I told you you had nothing to worry about.” You teased Lando. He rolled his eyes playfully and you laughed at him. “You’re always right aren’t you?” He joked with you. “Something along those lines.” You remarked and pulled him into a kiss. It lasted a few minutes before you pulled away and rested your head on his chest. Arthur and Lorenzo really like Lando once they got to actually talk to him but Charles seemed to hold onto his anger. At least until now.

He was watching you and Lando and he could see how good you are for each other. He looked down and started to feel guilty for yelling at you over this when you had always been supportive of his relationships. Once Lando decided to call it a night, Charles stopped him on his way out. “I know I’ve been rude all night but you make my sister happy and you seem to treat her right. That’s all I can ask for.” Lando nodded “Thanks man, that means a lot to me.” Charles pulled him in for a hug and it made you happy to see that.

After Lando left, Charles apologized to you about how he acted and handled the situation. “Definitely could have been handled better.” You joked with him. “I’m just glad that you came around and aren’t going to try to kill him every chance you get.” You smiled and gave him a hug. “How long have you two been together anyway?” Charles asked as you walked to your room. “About a year now.” You stated and shut your door. “A YEAR?!” Charles shouted and it made you laugh.

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Author’s note:

Hey, this is my first time writing an image so please ignore any mistakes. I’ve been wanting to write things for a while but finally decided to do it. If you have any feedback please let me know but please don’t be rude about it. Hope you enjoyed it!

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hiiii love ur writing sm !! i don’t have many specifics but i know i’d like to see corruption kink nd dacryphilia w/ jamie:)) thank u sm:) !!

thank you for the kind words anon! when i first saw this ask i actually moaned 😫

cherry pie

pairing: dbf!james kelly x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!james, sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, degradation, dacryphilia, corruption kink, rough sex, possessiveness, jealousy, pet names, fluff, etc.

“You think you can just walk around outside flaunting what has always been mine, sweetheart?” James rasps into the shell of your ear as he fucks you raw. “You thought wrong.”

You had just flown home from college and decided to stop by your dad’s house. To your surprise, he had thrown you a welcome home party and invited your closest friends, some family, and most importantly: his best friend James.

Coincidentally, you just so happened to be wearing the skimpiest clothing imaginable. In front of James. As soon as the party officially started, you made your way around the house thanking everyone who had managed to show up. Everything was going well until you started conversing with your good family friend, Andrew. Unbeknownst to you, James had become furious once he saw the two of you exchanging harmless words to one another. He hated it and the rage in his eyes only confirmed it even more. You were his, even if the two of you weren’t a thing.

He decided to take matters into his own hands and stormed outside, intending to walk over to the two of you and stop anything else from happening between you and Andrew. Once he finally made his way over to you, he cleared his throat, which startled you.

“Hi James! It’s so nice to see you,” you said with an illuminating smile plastered on your face.

“Who’s this?” James asks with no hesitation, a look of disgust as he looks directly into Andrew’s eyes.

“James, this is Andrew. Andrew, this is James.” you say with an inviting voice.

“Nice to meet you man,” Andrew says to the man.

“Wish I could say the same. I need to talk to your friend alone, kid. Now beat it,” he says, not even trying to hide the harsh nature of his words.

“Whatever dude,” Andrew says before walking away to get a drink.

“What was that Jamie?! Andrew’s nice!” you ask in a scolding voice.

“He was getting a little too close to you for my liking,” James says coldly.

“You don’t get to decide who I can and can’t talk to! You don’t own me!” you say in a fit of anger.

“You can deny it all you want, but you know deep down that I do own you.”

And boy was he right. I mean how else would you have ended up being fucked on your bed?

“Such a fucking little brat, huh? Had to throw a damn temper tantrum at your own party, didn’t you? Whose idea do you think it was to have this party?” he grunts while plowing himself deeper into your aching hole.

“Fuck Jamie…” you cry out as you feel his fat cock stretch you out ever so deliciously.

“Poor baby…already so drunk on her daddy’s best friends cock,” he tuts in fake disapproval.

He had managed to make a girl like you lose composure with only a few thrusts. You would be lying if you said you never dreamed of this. Him doing this to you. He wanted to ruin you, so that no other man could have you.

“No boy can fulfill your deepest desires like I can. That’s why you need a man like me,” he says full of lust. “You belong to me.”

“Please…need more…” you plead, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Greedy girl, aren’t ya, darling?” he asks, already knowing the answer you would give him.

“Only for you,” you reply in a choked sob, tears finally streaming down your cheeks from how he was splitting you open. It was enough to have your toes curling and see stars.

“Lemme see those pretty tears, baby,” he says before bringing his tattooed hand to your face to wipe them even further down your cheeks. You feel his tight balls slap against the curve of your ass, which provides some much needed friction.

“James ‘m so close! Please let me cum…” you beg of him, too far gone to even paint a picture in your mind of how desperate you are in this moment.

“Promise me that you’re mine,” he demands of you.

“I’m fucking yours Jamie…all fucking yours!” you let out with raggedy moans as he stuffs you with even more of his dick.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now let go for me, m’kay sweetie? Prove that I made the right decision to let you cum,” he says in between his erratic movements, his words only spurring the two of you on. He finally hits that spot deep inside of you, enough for you to teeter over the edge and finally milk his cock with your sweet release.

James throws his head back at the feeling while still pile driving himself at an agonizing pace into your spent pussy. Before he knows it, his sticky ropes of seed spill into your walls, where it would stay for the rest of the night if it were up to him.

He finally pulls out and then positions himself so he’s laying directly next to your achy body. As the two of you catch your breath from your guys’ respective orgasms, he caresses your tresses.

“I love you,” he says, breaking the silence once and for all, causing you to look at him in shock.

“You love me?” you ask, wondering if you had heard him right.

“How could I not, baby?” he responds.

“I was just wondering because…I love you too Jamie.” you admit.

The look he gave you was one of awe and admiration. You felt so lucky to have a man who cared for you deeper than you could’ve ever imagined. Needless to say, he felt the same way.

“So where do we go from here?” he asks nervously with a chuckle.

“I may have an idea,” you say before pressing a gentle kiss to his soft lips.

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@jegulus-microfic | feb 20 shiver | words: 864

yeah, so, someone said they would like a part 2 to this so i wrote it. i don’t know if it’s any good but here it is, hope y’all like it (also sorry for all the mistakes, english still isn’t my first language)

next part 👀

“He just stayed over for dinner, Sirius. It was a ‘thank you’ for helping me with Gigi” James repeated for what felt like a hundredth time.

“Oh, I know your ‘thank yous’. Don’t try to fool me, I haven’t met you yesterday” Sirius laughed through the phone. James was surprised his best friend didn’t get mad at him for spending the evening with said friend’s brother.

He was expecting the man to throw a tantrum about it, that’s why he called Moony and asked for Sirius as soon as Regulus left his flat with the dog.

“You know, it’s kind of your fault. Why would you leave your phone to your brother? If you hadn’t done that nothing would have happened!”

“So, something did happen?” James heard the cheeky smile even though he couldn't see it and simply groaned at the response he received. Sirius could be his best friend, who James loved dearly, but he could also piss him off like nobody else.

“Don’t change the subject, just- why did he have your phone? I really was terrified with the whole situation and as if it wasn’t enough I almost got a heart attack because you really didn’t have your phone and I didn’t know who got my address, and if they wouldn’t ki-“

“Okay, James, breathe” he heard from the other side. He did just that. “Now, stop spiralling. He had my phone, because I left it there on my way to the venue. He was fucking with you, you know how he is” Sirius explained calmly and James felt a little better. But then “While we’re on the topic of fucking-“

“I’m hanging up” his bestie just barked a laugh at that.

“Yeah, Reggie’s here anyways, I have to pester him now. Bye, love ya” and with that Sirius ended the call.

James breathed heavily and slumped into the couch. Excluding the Gigi incident, the evening was really nice - he and Regulus prepared the butter chicken together (using tofu instead of chicken since Reg doesn’t eat meat). They laughed at what the vet said about them not being good uncles to the dog and talked about their lives. James knew from Sirius that Regulus went to art school but still listened eagerly as the younger man talked about his latest project.

“You should come to the opening. I think you’ll like it” Regulus said midway through his dish. He also smirked when James started choking on his rice. After a moment he calmed down, whipping his face with a napkin.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll try to make it. When is it exactly?” he asked, pretending like nothing happened just seconds ago. Regulus laughed at him, sounding so very sweet again, and James tried to hide the small smile and blush that appeared on his face.

“Next Friday at 8” the black-haired man replied simply, going back to his meal. He looked so soft and peaceful sitting at the table, the older man felt a need to squish him tightly, because what the fuck - how can someone look so pretty?

With James’ internal crisis and Regulus’ quiet chewing they fell into a comfortable silence. It was new to James - usually, while eating with his parents and friends, it was very loud, everyone talking and laughing all the time. But it was nice - to just sit and enjoy a dinner together.

When they were finished Regulus took Gigi and said he’ll drop her off at Sirius’. James just thanked him again, walking the other man down the hall. When Regulus was out, he turned over his shoulder and smiled warmly.

“See you next Friday” he said and walked to the elevator. James didn’t even have a chance to reply as the younger man disappeared behind the metal door.

He took another deep breath and went to his bathroom, taking a quick shower and preparing to go to sleep. He was halfway through his skincare routine when his phone beeped. As always, he didn’t bother checking it while he’s having his alone time, but as soon as he laid his head on the pillow he opened the unread message.

Unknown

Sirius is fucking mad

Whatever he says to you - do NOT believe him

He’s delusional, I swear

It’s Regulus, by the way

James felt a pleasant shiver going down his spine. Regulus didn’t ask for his numer, but apparently took it from Sirius’ phone. Sneaky little thing he was.

James

didnt expect you to be not only a murderer but also a thief

and i know your brothers mad ive known him half my life

Reg

I’m not a thief, I’m THE thief

If I managed to steal your number maybe I’ll be able to steal some of your time ;)))

THAT MESSAGE WAS FILLED WITH SARCASM

James laughed at that.

James

yeah sure

you can steal as much of my time as you want

THAT MESSAGE WAS ABSOLUTELY NOT FILLED WITH SARCASM

The reply didn’t come right away. He could see the three dots appearing and disappearing every now and then, though. And when it finally came, James just smiled at it.

Reg

You’re being cheesy, please don’t act like that at the opening

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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Eren fucking hates babies, which is why he feels so confused sat the feeling he gets in his stomach seeing you with one.

─── ☆ notes. i blame tiktok for giving me the worst baby fever while also making me so digusted with them as well, i saw a tiktok where this mother was like "oh yeah i suck the snot out of my toddlers nose!" ??? . | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ length. 1.1k (10 min read) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. domestic fluff | babies | babysitting | baby fever | readers niece | bluey slander | Eren lowkey wanting a kid | suggestive ending | this is all tiktoks fault.

Eren hates being around kids, especially the ones that scream and cry with their snotty noses and run around throwing tantrums just because they could get their way, type of toddlers, mostly just to be even more clear.

He excuses the hatred with him growing up an only child, coming from a small, close-knit family where he was the only baby raised around older relatives that had refused to plant their own roots so he wasn't left with many cousins around his age to interact with.

Eren's parents were the only ones to really expand their family tree when having him, which was why he was just so spoiled rotten with attention and gifts, and if there was one thing that Eren loved more than you, it was attention.

"Woah, when did you multiply?" was the second thing you heard, followed by the sound of your shared apartment door swinging open and the rustling of bags.

His arms were occupied with a huddle of grocery bags, all carried on his forearms. That last thing that your boyfriend expected to come home was the sight of you and your uninvited guest, your young niece, lounging together on the couch.

Eren didn't want to scoff and complain about how she was practically neglecting the 40-inch flat screen instead of cursing the screen with some cartoon with a blue fucking dog with an accent, using his surround system setup that he was plotting on coming home and ending his day by playing GTA on.

"Oh my bad baby, I forgot to text you." Taking your eyes off the show for only a quick minute to give him a small greeting smile from your comfortable looking spot on the couch.

Right next to the beaded haired little girl giggling and clapping her hands at whatever nonsense was playing out on the screen, "My sister had something to do today, so she just dropped the baby off for a bit."

Eren hummed in acknowledgement of your response while dropping the bags on the counter. Not really knowing what to say, he tried his best to hide the fleeting glances he would give from the kitchen every once in a while as he put away the food. 

Eren was convinced he was fighting some sort of demon after seeing you being all motherly with someone else's child. 

His thoughts spiraled about his lovely future with you, conflicting with the stupid smile he tried oh-so-hard to repress while opening cabinets at the thought of him coming back home to you and his own child one day.

Obsessed with how it would feel to swing open the front door and be greeted by his future loving wife while holding a little human who would call him dad.

Eren had been so caught up in his own fantasy world that he hadn't even noticed you walking up to him, standing right beside him with a questionable glance. Having called out his name so many times, you were down to using his full government, yet not even that would break him from his trance.

Instead, you wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging against his back, to finally catch his attention. "You okay, baby?" you chuckle, feeling his muscles tense for a split second before flinching back to reality with a drawn-out sigh.

"Yeah, you know, just thinking about shit—stuff," he mutters, caressing the arm you had slung around his torso with the brush of his thumb, as he tried to figure out just what was going on in his mind. "Just seeing you around babies and stuff, it kinda just fucks with me a bit, I guess."

It was as if the child could feel eyes on her, taking a break from sucking on her finger to turn and stare bug-eyed at you two all snuggled up in the kitchen. Watching her struggle a little to slide off the couch and waddle over to him was just another heart throbbing scene.

He almost clenched his imaginary pearls too. "I think she wants you to pick her up." you laugh, both glancing down at the toddler that just stood there looking up with her arms reached up as if she were stuck in place.

"Oh," Eren hesitated for a moment, his glance shifting from you to her almost as if he were second guessing whether it was really okay to pick her up.

He first wiped his sweaty hands against his jeans, then reached down and lifted her up by her sides as gently as if she were some glass doll.

Eren had first handled her outstretched in his hold, as if he were presenting the child to someone in front of him. "Uh hello…" He muttered, almost melting at the smile that spreads across the little girl's face as she shyly tucked herself into his chest, muttering something close to a greeting reply.

"Not you charming the entire family tree." You teased him from beside, smiling at the adorable exchange.

The day continues on without much issue, you were able to actually get some rest with the little girl actually attached to Eren’s side for the entirety of the night.

The little girl even convinced him into watching some more toddler cartoons alongside her, having Eren wrapped around her small little finger as he nodded his head at whatever nonsense baby blabber would come from her mouth.

Spending the time together drained whatever childlike energy the kid had left in her. Once you had given her a bath and given Eren a much-needed lesson on how diapers work, the little girl was out like a light the moment her head hit the pillow.

Leaving you and Eren with a bit of a cautious peace period alone in the living room, you two were able to finally enjoy each other's silent company.

"You're not as bad with kids as I thought you’d be," you said in a quiet, gentle tone while snuggling by Eren’s side, not wanting to make much noise despite being a whole room and hallway away from the sleeping baby.

Eren’s face scrunched slightly in a slight teasing appearance of offense, but he quickly glanced off in the direction of the baby in a trance of his thoughts.

"I would be cool with a lot more of them if they didn't shit and cry all the damn time." He shrugs honestly, not wanting it to show that his baby fever alarms were blaring at full volume as his hands traced over the exposed part of your stomach that peeked from your shirt.

"Would you... like to have kids?" He was finally done tiptoeing over the big question, the hitch in his breath telling you all you need to know about how nervous he was about even suggesting getting you pregnant.

"I mean, yeah," you answered a little too simply, "babies are cute." And then quickly followed the look—the dark puppy pouty eyes staring back at you were all too telling as to what his true motivation behind the question was. 

"Eren." 

"We could always practice too!"

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Hey!!! It's my birthday! So I was thinking if you could write something of az x yn birthday fluff?🥺 even a small blurb would be ok. If not I totally understand!

Excited.

Summary: Y/n and Azriel spend some time together on her birthday, which leads to unexpected confessions.

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A/n: Happy birthday sweetheart, hope your day goes great 🥳🫶 Its small, hope you don't mind!

Also, this is set right after the war.

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Y/n walked to the fireplace of her small apartment, the tray in hand laden with all the stuff dhe loved and some of her favourite tea. She was going to read a book and enjoy a quiet evening on her birthday. It was a gift to herself.

She hadn't heard from any of her friends today, despite it being her birthday. But knowing them, they probably had something elaborate plan and wanted it to be a surprise.

But honestly, even if they forgot about it, she wouldn't mind. She needed some quiet time to herself after months of continuously being in their presence. With countless meetings for the war planning, she had barely been alone for more than a couple of hours.

It wasn't that she didn't like spending time with the inner circle. But they could be too much at times.

A quiet knock sounded on the front door, making Y/n groan inwardly. She got up, making her way to the door and opening it to find Azriel standing there, smiling.

Her heart stopped in her chest before starting again. She smiled back at him, opening the door to let him in.

He stood there awkwardly, not having visited her before, not really. Whenever he had come to her place, it was always because she was needed somewhere. He had never come in.

She tugged him to where she had been lounging a moment ago, telling him to settle down.

"Tea?" She asked.

"No, thank you." He said. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good. How are you?" She passed him a cookie that she knew he liked. He accepted it with a smile.

"Good enough. I didn't see you around the house, so I wondered where you were. That's why I came to check if everything's okay. Oh, by the way, happy birthday." He leaned closer to kiss her cheek, and she blushed fiercely.

The male she had been pining for centuries for was here, in her apartment, and she didn't know how to react.

"Th–thank you." She tried to hide her face and he chuckled. She swallowed in an attempt to calm the butterflies in her stomach.

They sat talking for quite some time, when suddenly he stood.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Its just that I somehow forgot that Feyre and Mor had told me to get you the River House."

"Oh." She sounded disappointed, even to herself. She shouldn't have been, but she didn't want her time with Azriel to end.

He smirked. "We can stay here if you dont want to go."

"That's not–"

He was suddenly leaning down, his hands on the couch by her shoulders, his face in front of her. And then he was kissing her. She stared before her eyes fluttered shut.

When he pulled back, she stared at him, her eyes wide.

She couldn't believe it. Azriel had... kissed her.

When she kept searching his face, he faltered, the smile on his face slipping. "I'm sorry, I should have asked if–"

She didn't let him finish, kissing him again. He chuckled when they separated. Y/n swallowed, looking away from him.

"We can stay here, you know. Continue this."

She smiled coyly. "Don't you think they will throw a tantrum? Our family isn't the best at waiting. We're lucky Cassian isnt breaking down my door right now."

He laughed, helping her up from the couch. "We can continue later then."

Her heart fluttered.

She was excited to say the least.

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess

[writingjourney]

ziplocked love pt. 4 | dew x fem!reader

summary: you spend more time with the ghouls and ghoulettes on tour, find a solution to your problem – and decide that eternity maybe isn't so bad :)

content: ~4k words, soft, needy, love-sick dew, banter with the other ghouls, suggestive at times but no smut, this is pure fluff and cheese really.

This is sickening but I wanted to give you this conclusion I've been sitting on for months now bc I felt weird not finishing it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4/Final Part | Read on Ao3

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“I swear to Satan, one more comment and I’ll murder all of you.”

You feel right at home. All morning the ghouls have been teasing Dew for the bright hickeys on his neck, very visible on the pale human-appearing skin and distinctly mouth-shaped. You sit in a diner, getting breakfast on the road, the ghouls surprisingly well-behaved apart from their bickering. You’re sipping your coffee and watch how Dew furiously blushes every time Swiss flicks against his neck, asking if it hurts.

“Like you had a chance,” Sunshine comments over the rim of her own mug.

“I absolutely have a chance,” Dew grumbles.

You lean into him, still tired, head resting safely on his shoulder, and he immediately softens. His hand finds your thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze, letting you know he’s there. Last night, you slept on the bus for the first time, tightly wrapped in Dew’s arms but not really finding any restful sleep. You won’t have enough time to get used to the movements and the tiny space. You’re only here for another full day tomorrow. Two nights.

“The coffee didn’t help?” he asks.

“Hm, not really, still feeling tired.”

He kisses your hair, wrapping his arm around your shoulder now. “You can always try napping again later.”

“God you are so sickeningly sweet,” Cirrus says. “Maybe I need to go find myself a human as well.”

“Have fun finding one who’s willing to deal with that attitude,” Dew says.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Swiss comments.

Dew shrugs. “I found someone.”

“Only because you somehow found the only human who was willing to deal with your weirdness.”

“Weirdness?”

You sigh against his shoulder. “You’re all weird – that’s part of the charm. And you’re also underestimating how weird humans are. We’re not that different.”

“She has a point,” Aether says.

“Mhm,” Rain mumbles.

Back on the bus, you do need to take another nap because you barely manage to keep your eyes open. Dew joins you, scrolling on his phone as you rest on his chest, face buried in his neck. With his even breathing and gentle warmth surrounding you, you easily manage to doze off. Time passes, how long is only a vague estimate, but you’re roused by repeated movements underneath you. When you open your eyes, you notice that Dew has wriggled free, trying to get out of your little bunk.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you ask and he chuckles at your accusatory tone.

“I’m going to ask Papa if we can find a way for you to stay,” he explains. “I know, you’re worried you’ll be treated differently at home and all of that. But I don’t want you to go back.”

“We can do it, Dew. I don’t want you to think I need babysitting or something.”

“I know we can do it, that you can do it,” he snaps. “We did it already. But why torture ourselves when we don’t have to?”

You sigh, rolling onto your back. “I don’t know. They’re going to think I’m getting favours.”

“Well, you do, you’re my girlfriend. That’s just how it is.”

“You know there are so many siblings who would kill to be on tour with all of you.”

“So what? If anyone gives you shit I will give them twice as much shit back.”

You smile. “I know.”

“Come on, you don’t really want to go back.”

“No, I don’t. The thought of being alone again makes me nauseous.”

“Fine.” He purses his lips. “You want me to say it I’ll say it. I won’t let you go. I’ll throw the worst tantrum you’ve ever seen, worse than the time I almost murdered that guy who hit on you at the old man’s birthday party.”

You can barely hide your smirk. “Worse than that? I thought you’d burn the abbey down.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“Who are you gonna murder, then?”

“Whoever says I can’t keep you here.”

“Papa? Sister?”

“Whoever,” he repeats with a deadly serious stare. “But I don’t have to resolve to murder right away. I think a wise starting point would be arson, then I’ll work myself up.”

“You act like you’d be methodical when we both know you’d just scream and punch a whole in a wall until they’re so annoyed they let you have anything.”

He gapes at you indignantly. “I would never do that.”

“You did it before.”

“No?”

“When you wanted them to allow me to basically half-move into your room because you got frustrated of me leaving all the time?”

He shrugs. “Okay, maybe.”

You smirk. “Just admit you’re clingy and needy and that it’s easy to push your buttons and that–“

He roughly grabs your hips before you can go on, pulling you so close you struggle to breathe. “Hey, watch it, you little minx.”

“It’s all stuff that I love about.” You smile as you wrap your hands around his neck. “I wouldn’t want you to be any different.”

That lures an almost shy smile out of him. He kisses you before you can tease him, slow, languid, the kind of drawn-out kiss that you usually share when you’re snuggled up in bed. After a while he presses in harder, tongue sliding into your mouth. You sink into his arms, relent to his efforts. It’s clear that he’s trying to make you so dizzyingly kiss-drunk that you forget your sass.

“Please,” he says once you break away. “Just stay here with me. We can do this all day, baby, we can do even better things.”

“Liar. Not all day.”

“Well, when I’m not on stage.”

“Hmmmmm. Maybe I need another to be fully convinced.”

He playfully rolls his eyes, but indulges you, giving you another slow kiss. “So insatiable. How do you want to go another month without this, huh?”

“I don’t. But what if we can’t?”

“Did you listen to anything I just said?”

“Yes, but you can’t actually burn something down.”

He raises his brows and you smack his shoulder. “Dew.”

“Fine. But I’m asking and I will do whatever… legal… things I can do to convince them.”

“Okay, I can live with that.”

You lean into him, face against his neck, his hair tickling your skin in the way that makes your heart flutter without fail. He holds you so tight that you’re almost convinced anyone trying to separate you would have to use a crowbar. Not that they would be able to use one inside the narrow bunk bed.

You’re not sure how exactly you fell asleep, even less sure how you managed to stay asleep, but you wake up to Dew being gone. At first your immensely confused as to your surroundings, then you recognise the weird shaky movements as the driving of the bus. You feel like you’ve been hit by a brick – the kind of nap that makes you reconsider several life choices. But you climb out of bed, making your way down the hall to the seating area on wobbly legs.

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Half an hour of intense bickering, mostly on Dew’s part.

You’re tempted to just squeeze our ears shut because of course everyone on the bus has an intense opinion on you staying here on tour with them. The public opinion right now is that you should just stay, fuck Sister’s opinion and do what you want. sPapa is the voice of reason, making phone calls to the abbey, trying to reach Sister who seems to be so busy today that you’ve been left hanging in the line for minutes now.

“She can’t make you go back if you don’t want to, you have free will,” Dew says. “And even more importantly I have free will and what I want is the law.”

“That’s exactly how it works,” Sunshine says, grinning at you.

Papa who sits at the other end of the bus, trying to reach some semblance of quiet for his calls, suddenly speaks up and everyone stops in their tracks. “Yes, yes, hi? Oh, okay, eh… sì, sì. I will let them know, yes. Thank you, sis. Yes, of course. See ya, yeah. Stay well, okie-dokie?”

He hangs up and jumps from his seat. “Good news, little lovebirds.”

“Good news?” Dew half-yells.

“Sister said your little amore can stay. Let me speak–” Papa says, stopping Dew who was about to jump on you in his tracks, then he turns to you. “She wants you to document what’s going on for the clergy newsletter. Like a… remote work kind of situation. She says you can’t think she will grant you a month-long holiday distracting the ghouls without some contribution to the… eh, success of the project.”

“But they already have real photographers here,” you argue. You have been taking photos for the clergy newsletter at home sometimes, writing a few articles here and there, but on tour they had the professionals.

“Behind the scenes kind of thing,” he explains. “The stuff the public doesn’t get. For ministry use only so the other Siblings feel like it makes sense that you are here and it’s not just a favor.”

“Oh okay,” you say, finally grasping what this means. “Yeah, sure. That works.”

Dew is already on you, restraint all but used, his mouth crashing onto yours before you can ask any more questions. You’re half-startled but kiss him back quickly, the other ghouls cheering around you as he fiercely continues to move his lips against yours. When you break away, you’re dizzy, everyone’s hand on your arms, trying to hug you. You do your best to reciprocate their affection, the reality of it all slowly settling. You can stay with Dew, you won’t have to go back and wait for him again.

“See, I told you I always get what I want,” Dew whispers, pulling you into his lap on one of the seats.

You smile. “And without arsen nor murder!”

“Murder?” Papas asks, then shakes his head. “You know what? I don’t even want to know. Now I can finally go play games on my phone and you leave me in peace, yes? We stop by a mall later so everyone make sure you have a partner to go with and NO, no one gets an exception. I won’t lose one of you again only to find you naked in a fountain with people making tiky-toky videos of you trying to eat the fish.”

“Rain, he means you–” Aether whispers, earning him a nudge to the ribs that makes him hiss.

Papa just sighs and rolls his eyes, bringing one hand up to massage his temples. “By Satan, why do I keep doing this to myself?”

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A few hours later, on your way to yet another hotel, you stop by the huge mall just as primed. It’s not as much a fun trip as a necessity for you at this point, considering you only packed for five days and not a whole month. But the ghouls are hyped up anyway, like kids on a field trip, and pile out of the bus in their human glamour with so much excitement that it’s catching.

The thing is, you and Dew have never been anywhere together outside of the abbey. Staying in a hotel and getting breakfast in a diner have already been special. But now, walking around a mall with him, hand in hand, his now very clawless fingers laced with yours, is so domestic, so beautifully normal, that it makes your heart beat twice as fast.

As it turns out, Dew is not scared of PDA even outside of the abbey because he simply does not care what any of the humans around you think. He is also not very concentrated on completing the list of necessities you’ve written beforehand but gets distracted by anything that catches his interest. Most of all, though, he’s really focused on you, pointing out things in shop windows, kissing you randomly, so very clearly showing you he’s happy you’re there.

Eventually, you manage to grab all the toiletries and a few basic clothing articles you need. 

Then you pass an absolutely exaggerated candy store and Dew gets you all his favorites that he discovered while on tour. As you explore more of the mall, you munch on sweet and crunchy treats, taking in all the new things you would never find at home. 

Several stores later, Dew suddenly stops, nearly making you stumble.

“What?”

“You haven���t kissed me in two minutes,” he complains.

“I kissed you like ten seconds ago.”

“No, you didn’t?”

“I didn’t?”

“No that one was too short, doesn’t count.”

“It totally counts.”

“No. You said you love how clingy and needy I am, deal with it.”

“Ohhh.” You smirk and let him pull you close, wrap your arms around his neck. “We should have just stayed in and skipped the mall.”

His hands find your ass. “Well, you needed to get clothes. Even though I’m still not sure what for.”

“Because you’re so obsessed with me you won’t let me go back.”

At that he smirks. “Ah, yea, I’m absolutely the only obsessed one here. Not the needy woman who woke me up in the middle of the night to fuck for the fourth time.”

“Because you kept rubbing against me in your sleep.”

“Keep telling yourself that, baby. It’s fine.” 

“Awww, I’m sure it was horrible for you.”

He whimpers. “It was awful. I suffered for you.”

You smack his shoulder and he laughs, finally leaning in to kiss you. It’s not the most glamorous location to make out in, but you deepen the kiss anyway, too enamoured with him and his beautiful smile. He still tastes like candy but it’s odd not to feel his forked tongue or his fangs on your lips, no tail wrapping around your leg. You slide your hands down to his butt and into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him closer. He moans.

When you eventually break away, you can’t help but grin.

Dew does too when he takes your hand and pulls you with him, walking down another row of stores you haven’t heard of. You definitely have to get more underwear and it’s a struggle not to let the ghoul by your side convince you to get some of the fancy lingerie. But you’re out for necessities, so you go for the simple multi-packs and look for ones that don’t cost a fortune.

In the end, you get a set of red lace lingerie anyway after having him whisper in your ear how he’s going to take it off of you in exquisite detail. Once you’re out of the store, you’re ready for lunch and so you go looking for something to eat.

On your way, you pass by a seating area with a bunch of rides for kids. There’s no one there apart from a mother with her little son who’s having the time of his life on a coin operated horse that’s neighing every few seconds. You also pass a bunch of vending machines for toys and sweets. You don’t really care about them but then you spot a gumball machine at the very end.

You stop in your tracks, effectively stopping Dew with you. “Aw, look, there’s rings inside!”

He furrows his brow. “Rings? Why is that exciting?”

“People get their loved one a ring like that. It’s a cheesy thing, really, but kinda sweet.”

“Should I get you one?”

“A ring?”

“Yes?”

You frown. “Dew… you know why they get those rings?”

“As a promise to love them forever. Because rings are eternal, right?”

He’s not looking at you but scanning the contents of the machine. One of his hands is lifted, finger moving up and down as he counts how many of the plastic balls he’d have to get for the desired content. His words ring in your ears, echo in your mind. As a promise to love them forever.

You struggle to speak normally, voice threatening to quiver any second. “Yes. I mean, usually to propose and marry but I guess that’s the… the idea behind it. To be together forever.”

“Cool, so, should I get you one, then? I don’t know how marrying works, but I think being together forever sounds neat.” He looks from the machine to your red, puffy eyes that are trying to hold back tears. “What’s up?”

The lump in your throat makes it hard to answer. “You want to… you want to love me forever?”

“Of course I do.” He furrows his brow, lifts his hands up to cup your face. “What’s the issue? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“I don’t know,” you lie. In fact, you’re overwhelmed by how easy this comes to him, by how naturally he assumes you’re going to be together for so long. For eternity.

He smiles like he’s seeing right through you. “What, you still think I’m just messing around with you? That I don’t mean it?”

You shrug, face all scrunched up in emotion. Dew just lets out an aw and then he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he gently runs his hand over your back. He feels perfect, like he always does, and it’s the type of hug you never want to end. But the real issue is that this whole conversation stirred something inside of you that you can’t quite place, an intense, all-consuming feeling.

“Baby, when I say I love you, you need to know that I mean it,” he says. “You’re my everything. To me you’re it, my favorite person, and of course I want you forever.”

“You know forever for you means something different than for me?” you whisper into his neck, barely able to face the words.

„Do you think I won’t find your soul in the afterlife?“

Your heart shatters and puts itself back together at those words. You haven’t really thought too much about that before but now you have an idea why this feels like such a heavy admission. It makes you sob, cry like a baby.

“Oh, hey.” Dew tries to break away, to take a look at you, but you hold onto to him with all your strength. “Baby.”

You fight him and he relents, lets you cling to him and hide the mess on your face.

His voice is soft when he speaks. “Did I say something wrong?” 

“No.”

“So, good tears?”

“Yes, very good.”

“Okay.” He strokes your back, one of his hands sliding under your shirt for some skin contact. His fingertips feel hot against your spine, tickling your skin. But it grounds you, slowly drying the tears. When you break away, Dew wipes your cheeks, cradling your face in his slender hands.

“You okay?” he asks, worry written on his face. “I haven’t seen you cry so much ever. Are you sure this is all what you want?”

“Dew. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. So much. But it’s okay if…. I don’t know, if this is too much. Forever is a lot, especially for a human, I get it.”

“No, it’s… it’s all I could ever want. I just… I didn’t think I’d ever have it.”

He smiles softly, leans in for a gentle but firm kiss. “Well, you do. I won’t go anywhere, better get used to my pesky ass.” That makes you smile and as always, he grins at that. “My pretty girl.”

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s true, you are.” He kisses your forehead, lips lingering for just a second longer than usual. “Imma get you that ring now.” 

He takes your hand in his and places a coin in the machine with the other, turning the lever around. It takes him three tries to get the ring out that he wants. It’s a gold one with a red stone, obviously, and he adjusts it to your size until it fits snuggly onto your ring finger.

Then he looks at it, runs his finger over the plastic stone. “So, this is cheap as fuck.”

You laugh. “Yeah, but it’s cute.”

“Why do people get them if they suck?” 

“Well…” You shrug. “It shows that it’s not about the material value. But the meaning behind it.”

Dew scoffs. “But it won’t last long. Not forever, at least.”

You take his hand in yours, letting them hang loosely between your bodies. “It doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t want you to get me an expensive one for the gesture alone.”

“Wouldn’t be fore the gesture,” he says. “It would show everyone you’re mine. Isn’t that the purpose? Everyone sees you’re spoken for?”

“I think they’re aware I’m yours by now.” You laugh, thinking about all the times he nearly bit someone’s head off for flirting with you. “But we can think about it. You’d have to wear one, too.”

“Oh, really?”

You falter. “I mean… only if you want, obviously. It’s not like we’re really getting married, so it’s more symbolic.”

Dew frowns. “I don’t really get that.”

“It would only be a legal thing humans do, which… I don’t think would work with a ghoul. But I don’t really care about it,” you explain. “We can do our promises just to ourselves. I think I would like that.”

“Sweet.” He smiles. “So we’ll just swear to love each other forever and wear matching rings?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think there’s a store here somewhere that sells better ones?”

You smile to yourself. “I bet.”

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Half an hour later, sweaty, tired and feet aching but so incredibly happy, you climb back onto the bus. Almost everyone is already back, opening bags to assess all their new possessions. You’re barely fully inside before you’re cornered and pulled onto a seat right next to the ghoulettes. Sunshine holds up a new top that she bough but you don’t have any time to admire it before your attention is directed to Cirrus, who grabs your arm and lifts it up high.

“Hey, what’s that on your finger?”

“A ring.”

She squints. “That’s new.”

“Yea, um… we just got them.”

“We?” Swiss asks, joining in.

“Dew got one, too.”

The multi ghoul whistles at Dew who just joined you as well. “So, what? You got married in a mall? We’re not even in Vegas.”

“Not married, we just got matching rings,” you explain. “As a promise.”

“Ohhh, look at our little fire ghoul, he’s gone all soft,” Swiss teases. “He’s a little softie now. A sweet little marshmallow. I bet I can squish you between my fingers.”

Dew scowls, eyes narrowed to slits. “Say that again.”

“What if I do?”

“I’ll–“

“Stop it. I have an important question, “Aether interrupts. Everyone turns to look at him. “Can I be the best man?”

Dew sighs. “We’re not getting married. Can everyone calm down?”

“Well, now that you’re wearing rings you’re practically married, right?” Cumulus asks.

“I agree,” Sunshine says. “I think that counts. You put rings on each other’s fingers, that’s practically all humans do as well.”

“Congrats.” Aether takes Dew’s hand and shakes it exaggeratedly. “I’m so proud. I mean, technically, I think I was the one who got you two together. So really, you should thank me.”

“Hey, I gave him super helpful advice too,” Swiss says. “So I think I deserve a thanks as well.”

“You deserve a headbutt,” Dew says. “You gave the worst advice ever. It’s a surprise she chose to date me at all.”

“That says more about you than me, though,” Swiss argues.

You sigh, leaning back in your seat. Dew notices and flips Swiss off before squeezing himself between Cirrus and you. With his arm wrapped around you, you start to feel the exhaustion of today finally settling in your bones. So much happened and yet you feel oddly at peace. The next few weeks will be stressful and exciting, tour always is according to Dew, but you can’t wait to finally experience it all with him, eat red velvet donuts, buy stupid things in stores, share snacks and hotel beds and just… be with the ghoul you love more than anything.

“I love you, you little menace,” you whisper against his shirt collar, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He shudders at the contact, squeezing you closer. “I love you, too, little minx. Can’t wait to spend the rest of forever with you.”

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Thanks for reading! This concludes that little series. I’m sorry it took me so long to write for these two again. I really didn’t want to leave this out in the open for so long. In any case, I hope you enjoyed ♡

[gazeofseer]

Your Dream Versus Reality

Yesterday the free reading I offered I saw how much there is a gap in between what people want, what awaits next for them and this had a calling in me that everyone was waiting..

No action, no blockages were there but the reading was quite floating and it was hard to ground them as if I am doing reading for the passing wind..

Even Divine alignment is important the what keeps you restless and numb? find out in today's general reading as I am doing this to ground few messages I felt for the collective energy here at my feed

Images from Pinterest.

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1st Picture

Song : Say Yes to Heaven by Lana del Rey 'I have got my eyes on you'

Dreams : The world in your head is happening somewhere on the basis of your expectation and you know disappointment gives birth to such things this blocks your will, desire and intent there is a great gap in here, what you intent is not what you are actually dreaming about I see you want to buy a book or journal 'But your expectations are playing out on, no someone should gift me so they will also feel the way I feel about my life and what is the point of writing when my life is so boring' expectations are like sharp edged cutters it can shape and can also kill the ideas of it.

You are having dreams about swimming lately, moving your hands somewhere, or someone at you in the alley of your way to home, you nerves are feeling cold you want to hug or hit someone badly, you are having a bad sleeping routine where you are constantly thinking, you are escaping and avoiding day to day chores and sailing away like nothing touches or passes through you anymore and those sighs are so exhausting to led tears of storms but not single drop of it falls down, so you gulp on it

Reality : Wow, you have cheerful people I see people hugging you and especially your mom oh she looks some great food, and your best friends you keep texting you, and the guy who wants to message you is still waiting for your response also the cat you meet on the way is looking at you, your reality is already made with agony small little hurts especially mockeries is what affects you mentally is creating a fallacy of fear to treated as a clown and someone for granted so you throwing tantrums and attitude as it it will fix them all, it won't..Find power in being vulnerable kiss your mom's forehead and know that she have tears too, call your friend and know that she was so worried about you, connect with new people and know things you had unknown about yourself, stop running away, the more you will, the more heavy it may feel.

'Missing on life is not the best defence skill, living it to the fullest is the best way to offend the dead'

Confirmation : You fell down today morning, your sandal is broke, there is a little scar you got recently, blue and yellow makes you happy, you are having so much of notifications, the cats, there is something special about the alley.

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2nd Picture

Song : Falling by Harry Styles What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around?

Dreams : You have nightmares recently as if someone is dying, your dream speaks of fears you have accumulated all these years especially, fear of intimacy and touch, you might have dreams about running naked and then people are looking at you but all you do is try to hide under the open sky, this is a sign of losing vulnerability. There is so much of pain which is forming a gloomy head full of thoughts and visions like that, but if see through it clear you crave for love that is safe 'I see bad influence of friends like you are the one guilty for being a part of a bully gang kind of people you are'

'You love sitting in corners, on soft things white is your favourite color, you want love that comforts you and does not consumes you anymore is why you dream a lot about holding hands with your dream person under the moonlight but the nightmare begins when you feel it, the hand slips or you think the same hand raises to kill or hit you away, stop sleeping with open hair braid it.

Reality : Calm down, you do not have to cost yourself to form friendships and relationships anymore stop taking a toll on people's actions on your part of living anymore let them take responsibility, blaming is not necessary if you see the chance call them out, confront, you should not let people walk over you and expect them to give you hand for the same, understand this do not reflect their negative patterns on yourself before it becomes your belief take the action these are petty fights and argument but remember, this is the time to let yourself be vulnerable and brave if you miss here big things will start smudging over you.

Confirmation : Argued with someone in authority, had a argument this morning, resilience to their behaviour towards you, loud voices shuts your strength to speak, crying in the corners, wanting to scream, tolerance, naive, work on your throat and heart chakra it will help you find strength.

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3rd Picture

Song : ilomilo by Billie Eilish Told you not to worry But maybe that's a lie Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?

Dreams : What a perfect person you are in your head ? bossing, controlling and taking over the places procrastinating a pending assignment and calling people out for their mistakes while missing your very owns, there is a skit running your mind that you play, pause, and resume accordingly as you want to plead away your egocentric beliefs and idea around being perfect then others.

Reality : You are grown in such a family for which status and image becomes something near to pride and life somewhat but that keeps you in the loop of your generational ideologies you live a joint group of family of society where they have constant check on you because you give them that piece of information, everyone says I know how this person he/she is always and never like that..

Kills your authentic life nothing bounds it, you have addiction somewhat which cools down your aches but the moment you are awake panic.

Confirmation : Fear of getting caught off guard, you are weird, you love sauce on rice and snacks in soups, there is beast in you while you are playing to be the beauty, you need balance in life, toxic culture growth, learn, and find a mid ground to live.

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Note : I hope this reading helps and resonates well as general reading is not completely relatable only few parts of it does also as per the energy of yours and guess what I am off for another week !

[chaoswithinstars]

Mean [I. Midoriya]

Cw: sub!Izuku, gn!reader, he's called pretty and dumb, meant to be an outline but it is what it is, I think that's it

Your Izuku has always been an awkward person. You could see it ooze out of his childhood photos, see it everyday in person and on TV when he caught a bad guy and TV crews are pushing their mics in his face. Seeing him stumble over his words and blush along with them made you the happiest being alive. Your boyfriend might be an absolute beefcake but it certainly couldn't hide the shyness inside.

You teased him often, mostly in the privacy of your home, pushing his buttons until his whole face was red. A few times he even lost control of his Quirk which resulted in broken couches and a lot of glasses. Izuku never took it badly, often comforting you instead if you felt like you were crossing the line with your words or actions, even asking you not to stop. Because he loved how you teased him, how your words made him feel.

"I like it when you're mean to me." Izuku admits once, blushing furiously as his eyes refuse to meet with yours.

It only makes your teasing worse. It only makes your own feelings worse and one day you find yourself manhandling a big and strong pro hero in bed, pushing his chin up and leaving bite marks on his neck, his legs pushed up to his chest as you have your way with him. You almost laugh at how easily and eagerly he's following your every move, how gladly he lets your hands leave imprints on his skin, how loudly he calls out your name as you sink into him, pushing him to the edge and ruining it for him over and over again.

Izuku can beg so sweetly, asking you for more and more until you succumb and give all of your depravity to him. But he has called you mean and, while you would give everything to him, you refuse to let him cum. You refuse until he's crying, shivering and almost throwing a tantrum. That's when he looks his best, messy from tears and snot and drool, sweaty and marked up all over, your pretty canvas.

"Pretty boy." You'd coo, wiping the mess on his face gently, looking down at Izuku as if he's perfection (and he is). "What's got you so worked up?"

"You… you won't let me…" And Izuku gasps, pretty eyes producing even more tears to stain his pretty face as he tries to get the words out. You're patient, you can wait, perfectly still as you massage his hips. "why won't you let me cum?"

"Dumb boy," you grin, smile almost malicious as you started to move, watching his eyes roll back and mouth fall open at each grind against his prostate. "I thought you liked me mean."

All those muscles turned to useless mush just because you were fucking him stupid, just because you were as relentless as him. And, Oh, how perfect and pretty Izuku was with his toes curled up, fists ripping the sheets and cock twitching until he had nothing to spill, mouth wide open in a silent scream.

You almost laugh when Izuku embraces you with both his arms and legs, hanging onto you in the aftermath, an adorable koala that is kind of heavy but his weight is the one you'll carry with no complaints. It's cute and you readily take care of him, enjoying the little complaints that leave Izuku's mouth as you fidget and move. You're gentle and sweet, cleaning him up and murmuring into his ears until he's calmer, pretty eyes looking at you with wonder, loving even after all the ways you've ruined him. It's so different from moments before that all your Izuku can do is melt even more, angelic smile kissing his sweet lips.

[xlove-gore-exex]

Something people will never tell you about growing up is how difficult the struggles of being an adult is. I am 22 and now I see why adults are so grouchy and bitter at times. Growing up I always wondered why my mother struggled to let me have freedom, express myself in the ways I wanted. Whenever I questioned her I would always get the response: “when you’re 18 you can do whatever you want.” Which led me to believe 18 was just this magical number that would make me invincible. (Definitely not) I can say if there was ever a way to tell that I wasn’t really ready to make adult decisions, it would be that thought right there. The belief that I wouldn’t be sad, life wouldn’t suck, because I was 18 and could do anything I wanted right? 18 must fix everything? Nope. Not even close. Yes, I do have freedom but I can’t always do what I want. At least without legal repercussions. As an adult I can’t hide behind my mom if I smack a bully or someone I don’t like, I can open my mouth in anger but instead of timeouts I can lose the people who care about me or my job. I can make money but I have to pay for necessary things now. I can’t throw a tantrum because I want to spend my last dollar on candy in the checkout area in the store and my mom won’t let me because it’s too close to dinner, I can have the candy bar now, I just should use the dollar for medicine, gas, toothpaste, all of the things that are so scarce now that I am in charge of myself and I can’t ask my mom and expect her to hand it over. When I was a kid all I would get from adults was “well when I was your age” “ you don’t know how good you have it” and the truth is I didn’t. I’m definitely a late bloomer at least brain-wise. Mental health problems are a really hard thing to navigate as a young adult, as well as being sheltered my whole life and then having to leave, it turned my whole world and everything I knew upside down. I still push every single day to crawl out of hiatus, and that’s all we can do as beings on earth is try. One step every day, take the time you need to properly process your emotions. Give yourself love even if it feels no one else is there to do so. You might be in your bed at 3:00 AM reading this, wondering if you’re good enough for this world. You are. You are loved and you matter so much to the people around you, even the ones you don’t realize. I might not know anyone out there on a personal level but I know you matter. The world and our fate have a funny way of lining things up. What’s important is that we stick it out, and support our other flowers in our garden, because with love, we can grow so much more and become our most beautiful selves.💕

[eliasocaya]

“With this, I‘m no longer a slave to sugar”

CONFESSION

Sugar used to be my best friend in my elementary days and we were inseparable, I’d wake up and buy sweetened carbonated drinks and treats for breakfast, buy sugary candies at school, buy anything sweet in stores once I got home, and I’d even make myself milk at night that the color can be distinguished as beige due to putting way too much sugar in it, and it was a sweet, sticky love affair…until it wasn’t.

In high school my body started throwing tantrums, my skin went faulty, and pimples started breaking out like I was. My brain fogged up, and the span of my focus only lasted for mere minutes making studying feel like trying to read a book upside-down, my energy levels seemed to hit the ceiling most of the time but I crashed on the floor quickly as if I was someone depressed, and lastly, I was underslept and craving food that’s why I was underweight, what I found out was it was the sugar, the silent saboteur hiding in my favorite snacks, and from the resources I have watched and read spoke of diabetes, and so, I decided to break up with sugar, no more candies at midnight, no more stolen sips sodas, but I do have my few regressions and setbacks, probably because I was dependent on sugar for a very long time quitting in an instant deemed to be impossible but I am eager to succeed.

The first few days were brutal, my head pounded like crazy to the point where I could feel the pulse in my head, and my body was all over the house, wanting to get some of that sweet poison, imagine an addict who can’t think, straight and seemed anxious as if they want to do something but can’t get it done, someone who can lay flat on the nor sit with their thoughts, yeah, that’s me, for every cell in my body craved that sugary rush, and the reason why quitting is so hard is because I am surrounded by temptation and there is this constant struggle between wanting and neglecting sugar.

Then came the crash, on day 3, I found myself constantly opening the fridge, eyes glued to a strawberry jam. Sugar whispered promises of instant energy, of making the exhaustion melt away my hand twitched, reaching for the forbidden fruit, but then, I contemplated, “Is this who I wanted to be? A sugar slave, ruled by cravings and tantrums? No way.” I closed the fridge and started to clean my room. It wasn’t easy. There were more cravings and more moments of weakness, I’d walk past the store, and I’d see my friends slurping sugary drinks, their faces lit up with pure joy it was mental torture, but slowly, things changed the cravings dulled, replaced by a newfound appreciation for real food, fruits, and vegetables tastes like life itself and even water, I knew I was doing something right when my skin cleared up, my stomach craved real food, and my brain felt like it had finally woken up from a nap.

But I’m not going to lie, it’s still a battle sometimes, the songs of sugar still call from time to time, but I have weapons now on which I’m going to tell you, but do consider that it’s not a one-size-fits-all approach, what has worked for me might not work for you, patience and persistence is key in succeeding to these trial and error process so disregard those that won’t work, and reinforce those that will, and with that being said, let’s get into it.

WHAT LED ME TO THE ADDICTION

I was born with no idea of what sugar tastes like, so sugar dependency had to do something when I was growing up, my “environment and its cues” had a crucial role in this picture, and it also has a significant role in understanding my sugar addiction, and here’s how it fits into the issue.

Environmental Cues:

Availability and Accessibility: Easy access to the addictive substance or activity fuels cravings and reinforces use, Stores near our house that sell cheap sweet treats can significantly strengthen the addiction’s hold.

Social and Norms: Oftentimes those who are in authority are usually the ones who are also into this kind of addiction, conversely, being around others who actively engage in the addiction can trigger cravings, and those coins that may seem insignificant can be used to buy these sweet substances.

Sensory Reminders: Smells, sights, sounds, and even locations can trigger powerful memories of cravings associated with the addictive substance or activity, and I don’t see any rational sense why should a guardian or someone in authority bombard a kid verbally about the things he/she should avoid when an underlying issue is at plain sight which is the environment.

Stress and Emotional Triggers: Environmental stressors can be potent triggers for seeking the “comfort” of the addiction, and in my case, I found my comfort in sweet substances which led me down to my pitfall.

My sugar addiction is a complex interaction between psychological and environmental factors, and by not understanding all these angles, the effects of this addiction compromised different aspects of my life including my mental health, I remember the time when I couldn’t do even the simplest task for myself for I was craving the “dopamine hit” that the sweets treats provide, it also came to the point wherein I was feeling depressed because I can’t get the same feeling of “dopamine hit” just like before, and I was spending way too much and even getting the sugar from unusual sources like jams and coffee, and since the environmental cues act as the “matches” that ignite the “fire” of psychological cravings and learned behaviors, I got tired of the “burns” that it was giving me which led to the decision of changing my lifestyle.

THE SECRET THAT MADE ME RECLAIM MY LIFE

These are the methods that worked for me, though some of these might not work for you depending on your situation, feel free to reinforce those that will, and eliminate those that will not, but the secret won’t work unless you convince yourself consciously that you’ll change the behavior that led you this situation, and it’s a never-ending war against oneself, there has been countless of times wherein the temptations are getting the best of me, and yes up to this day my will power is constantly being tested, but with patience and persistence somewhat somehow I am winning.

Environmental Mindfulness: Ever since I paid attention to my surroundings, I started to notice, and ‘can’ notice the potential temptations and consciously limit my exposure to them.

Limiting Exposure: Once I am conscious that there is a potential temptation lying around, I don’t expose myself to the hazards, I maximize the friction between me and the hazards. I throw it, and oftentimes I just give it to others who want it.

Hydration Habit: Staying hydrated is essential for my overall health and it helps curb my sugar cravings especially when I aim to drink plenty of water throughout the day, I carry a reusable water bottle to make it easy to reach when I am outside and not sodas or juices.

Meal Plan To Proper Meals: When I plan my meals ahead of time, I avoid making unhealthy choices when hunger strikes, especially when there is real food that’s high in nutrition available for consumption.

Moving regularly: My physical activities such as long walks, and working out help me regulate my blood sugar levels and release endorphins, which improve my mood and reduce my cravings, I aim for at least 20 to 30 minutes of moderate-intensity exercise most days of the week.

Saying NO: This is probably the most important habit that helped throughout this journey, saying “NO” to temptations wasn’t easy at first, for this may hurt someone who’s trying to be generous to you, so proper reasoning is the to the guilt of saying no.

Final Remarks:

Overcoming my sugar addiction is full of ups and downs, sometimes, I feel like winning and sometimes I feel like giving up, the only thing that pushes me is that “entirely up to me, whether I’ll fail or succeed” overcoming sugar addiction is something that requires a multifaceted approach, addressing both the psychological and environmental aspects of the condition, and it’s not something that can easily be fixed by adopting healthy habits but by managing environmental cues, and seeking support when needed, but make sure that the environment is somewhat or somehow supports the fixing process and does not cause any further damage if you want to be something that has an underlying issue get fixed.

Remember, progress is not linear, there will be setbacks and challenges along the way but with determination, perseverance, and the right tools, you can overcome sugar addiction and embrace a healthier, more fulfilling life.

Resources:

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2235907/

https://www.webmd.com/diet/ss/slideshow-sugar-addiction

https://alcoholstudies.rutgers.edu/sugar-addiction-more-serious-than-you-think/

https://www.healthline.com/health/food-nutrition/experts-is-sugar-addictive-drug

[v1x3n]

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ - TOO MUCH TO ASK?

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst

୨୧ synopsis : based of the Arctic Monkeys song 'too much to ask'

Seeing her walk into the room fills me with pure confusion. I don't know why we have been like this. The smiles as she walked in the room had turned into frowns as she looked my way. Looking over at Johnny, sighing to myself. How did it come to this? Am I too quick to assume that she isn't pissed anymore? Johnny chuckles to himself, seeing the lovers disappear, "is the love no longer in bloom?" joking as he nudges me. I don't understand what's so funny. "Fuck yourself Johnny." I retort in a huff. Johnny scoffs as my mind replays the fight from before. She had pissed me off, gone out drinking with mates she knows I hate, until 2am. It was like she was trying to avoid me. 10 or 11 was fine but 2am was too far, way too late. When she came home, drunk as fuck, throwing a fuckin' tantrum, tears flowing down her pretty ass face. They played a very different tune from what we did before that morning when she wanted attention from me.

Her head red raw as Johnny makes another snarky comment, "what, did he leave you on read?" cooing through his thick accent. She storms out of the room, bringing all her anger with her, lingering some around the room. Thoughts flow through my mind as I realise it's ending. The so-called ending doesn't sound like the happiest around. My other relationships' breaking points felt like nothing compared to this. Why did it have to end? I love her. Fake chatting with Johnny before leaving after following her. Striding through the corridors to find her quarters. Taking a small breath and knocking gently on the wood of the door. "love..? can I come in..?" taking a reliefed sigh as she opens it. Sad, lonely eyes look up at me. "what?" i take a small inhale then followed by an exhale, i let myself inside and shut the door behind me. "listen, when you sobbed before-" she cuts me off," its fine simon." my..name? She had never used my name, it was always cute silly pet names until now. Fuck i had messed up big. "it's not though, is it?" I grab onto her hand, but she pulls away instantly. "it's just the fight from yesterday." It felt much more like the product of a squabble. I could see her unable to make eye contact, taking a step away from me. Noticing her lack of her usual physical contact, I know now there's a reason for it to be something more."Just leave it, Simon." grumbling through her words, looking down at her feet.

Walking away from her quarters, making it to mine, coming up with ideas for how to get the spark we had back. Bumping into Price along the way, him fastly knowing I'm feeling down. "You good, mate?"

"Yeh" I chuffed, trying to hide the fuckin' pain in my voice. "Soap told is 'bout what's been goin' on." He takes a small pause and sighs softly, hands on his hips and looking into my eyes. "would me having a small chat with her create a bother?" thinking for a moment, breathing in and out, creating a small hesitatenly nod from me. "there would be." pitiously replying. "just treat her right then." shite advice captain. Like I wasn't being nice? Price fucks off as I open my door and lay down on my bed."Oh" I grumble, taking a while to relax myself, laying my head on the pillow and trying to settle myself. Checking my phone to see if she had called. its uncertian if she had fully closed off from me yet.whether the curtain had shut for good.deciding to get myself back up, seeing as it wasnt late yet; Only 5pm. Heading down to the mess hall, seeing her. Slowly making my way up to her, nervous about the interaction. I suggest, "Wanna go to the little pub you like?"

I could see her cogs turning, almost struggling to say something, like her mouth was taped shut. She said, "See if it's still raining, I'm not dressed for it." I let out a small sigh, not knowing what her answer would be. But hearing it was different. And then "if you loved me-" And I interrupted, received a scowl and stare, but still decided to stop her there. "so no date?" she pulls me back into my room and scoffs. Obviously this was another start to yet another fight. I am so sick of being unable to love her.

The fight starts, loud groans, even louder shouting. Tears. the whole package. "Would it be outrageous to say...We're either shouting or we're shagging?" she wails from her soft lips, I tried to hold myself back, to keep my cool, but it was no use. Every time we fought, it felt like a tidal wave crashing over me, drowning me in anger and frustration."It's like we are docked in tempestuous bays" or at least that's how it felt yesterday."Why can't you just listen to me for once?" she yells, her voice piercing through my ears. She sits down on my bed, the spot of many memories. Her eyes were getting heavier. I just want to go back to the way things were.

"Would a kiss be too much to ask?" I let out a sigh, feeling the frustration building up inside of me. Without a reply, I sit next to her, gently placing my arm around her waist as she covers her face with her hands. After taking too long to reply, she tries to reply but yet again I cut her off, "its a pity." taking her hands off her face, looking over and up at me. Seeing the gloomy, dazed, unresponsive gaze she gives me, it just hit me. We can't go back. All the cute memories from the first kiss, first time, to chest touching on the back.

I guess it was all too much to ask.

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[kusaka6e]

FAIRY TAIL DATING DRABBLES

vol 2 | vol 1

modern au

various ft x gn!reader

sfw

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LAXUS

the biggest gentle giant ever

lots of gym dates

you know the line of big girls don’t cry?

‘yes you can hold my hand if you want to, ‘cause i wanna hold yours too’

that’s laxus’ love language in a nutshell

really loves listening to you talk

like, he’ll pull your legs into his lap and rub your feet while you rant about your day and he’s never been happier

loves seeing how close you and makarov are

will randomly buy things you talk about and just leave them around the house for you without a word

like, you’re low on shampoo? new bottle waiting on the sink when you get home

SUPER overprotective

doesn’t get jealous easily, but won’t hesitate to knock out someone coming onto you

JELLAL

very old school romantic

handwritten love letters, takes you out dancing, etc

don’t you dare try to open a door around him

his avoidant attachment style can cause problems but if you sit him down and talk through whatever the issue is he’ll do everything it takes to keep from hurting your feelings

very observant and learns your habits/schedule quickly so he can help out any way possible

like, if you have early mornings for work, he’ll make sure he preps the coffee pot the night before so there’s fresh coffee for you in the morning

love language is probably quality time

just having you there and knowing you aren’t going anywhere is more than enough for him

ultear and meredy bully him into being brave enough to ask you on your first date

STING (pls forgive me if i go overboard on this one i love this mf so much)

PDA !!

he HAS to be touching you or he will throw a tantrum

loves seeing you in his clothes

like, to the point that you don’t even have to ask, he just throws them at you gives them to you to wear

also extremely competitive, lots of nights spent going to war via video games at home

lector is you two’s child and he loves seeing how much you care for the lil kitten

matching earrings

the fact that he doesn’t have to fake his confidence in front of you is one reason why he’s so in love

prank wars

loves being the little spoon from time to time but he’ll never admit it

you convince him to watch some old dvd from your childhood that he fought so hard against watching, but you’ll hear him singing the soundtrack while he’s doing the dishes or something

this mf is SO chaotic

like you could look up from folding laundry and he’s doing a headstand for no reason ??? why are you like this ??

your biggest fan no matter what you’re pursuing, loves announcing to anyone who will listen how talented and amazing and smart you are

ROGUE

what he lacks in words, he makes up for in actions

takes him a long time to warm up to being in a relationship with you, since he’s very introverted.

but when he realizes you two can just

exist

in the same room without there having to be constant conversation or background noise, he busts his knees because of how hard he falls

cried the first time he came home to you and frosch snuggled up napping on the couch, made you swear to never speak of it

gets jealous very easily but hates to make it obvious

(but he’s terrible at hiding it)

like, he’s not big on pda. but if he notices someone staring at you, he’s immediately pulling you close or kissing your cheek/forehead.

of course, you notice this right away, just laughing as you give him a kiss

“im all yours, silly.”

really loves when you play with/braid his hair

he’s the type to get his s/o’s name tattooed

lots of napping dates

will watch you do your hair/makeup/skincare routine with SO much focus, asks so many questions and wants to do the routine with you next time

[kittiestkat]

from old blog

dark content : stepcest

(i will insert the header when i can b bothered to make it :p)

again!” the incessant shouting and slaps of skin on polyester rang through your ears as you sat on one of the benches, legs swinging.

boxing wasn’t your forte, actually, any physical exercise at all wasn’t your favourite thing ever. at all for that matter.

“again!” the black haired brute shouted once more, praising the man he was training when his throw sounded a particularly loud ‘shmack’.

as much as your mother would scold you, you couldn’t deny that coming here was boring, your iphone games no longer satisfying the short spanned part of your brain.

tugging at your pleated skirt, you yawned, stretching your arms above you, exposing a slither of bronzed skin that enticed the person next to you to start speaking to you.

“good trainer isn’t he.” the man questioned, no, stated. he was bald, grey scruff framing a sunken down face.

“excuse me?” you question, head tilting to the side in confusion as to why this man was prying conversation from you. conversation you’d much prefer spent with megumi, if your phone wasn’t fucking dead.

“your dad,” he said, eyes flickering to the frilly socks you were sporting, his lips calling upwards as he tried gaging in what type of person you were.

ten dollars the word ‘lolita’ flit through his head.

“good trainer, huh?”

‘he’s not my dad.’

at least that’s what you would have said. your head turns, eyes zoning in on the tall man, unmoving as he held two matte black focus pads in his hands. no matter how hard the trainee punched he didn’t budge. not once.

“sure is.” you roll your eyes.

-

“be nice okay, they’re lovely and i don’t want them getting the wrong impression of you.” you didn’t appreciate your mum speaking so lowly of you. you loved her, sure. but right now you wanted to do nothing more than throw a tantrum.

it wasn’t like you went and fucked another man, got married and abandoned your old life for flashy cars and fake smiles. bitch.

three knocks on the door and the wood was swung open. a young boy with thick, black, unruly hair stood, looking…bored? great, another moron.

you rolled your eyes, wanting to gouge them out at your mums sickly sweet, completely inorganic, voice.

“fushi!” she beams, arms wide as she wraps him in a one sided hug.

“where’s your father, darling?” like he sensed her presence, a tall shadow came from the room directly in front of you, which you presumed to be the living room, kitchen even.

you had to admit, even you were a little surprised.

how did she bag that?

“baby!” your mother said, voices a hundred octaves higher. gross.

the man was tall, really fucking tall. six two maybe? taller even.

he was big, big shoulders, big hands, big smile. his top did nothing to hide his taught waist, the slim frame of it clearly sporting many muscles. not that you cared, his soon to be daughter.

your mum draped round him like some sort of bimbo accessory. the boy next to you scoffed. as much as you hated to admit it, your attitude to this situation was like his, as much as you whined and protested, the prospect of a new mother made your eyes twinkle, dimly, but there none the less.

“you must be y/n,” the man grinned, eyes wide, he looked like he genuinely was excited to meet you. he was still fucking intimidating.

your heart was hammering against your chest, you had grown annoyed at your body for being excited at the fact you were going to have a father figure, a new friend.

“i’m toji.” you shuffled on your feet a few times. you only mumbled in response, flustered; pinning it on the aspect of having a new entire family, not the tall man in front of you.

you could feel your mums anger when you didn’t speak, her mouth opening to scold you.

squeezing her sides, his voice in a low murmur, toji told your mum to lay off you, well not those exact words but along those lines. your eyes snapped up to the person towering over you. he was…defending you? tch, probably to win you over. you couldn’t help the small smile the crept on your face. you had to lower your head so your curls draped in front of your face.

“pleasure meeting you y/n.” he winked at you light-heartedly, his voice soft and warm and everything and more. your heart was only beating from nerves. that’s all.

“this is my little boy,” he pulled the lanky boy into his side, enjoying his groan at the teasing name. even you cracked a smile.

“say hi fushi.” he mocked your mums previous name with friendly intentions.

the boy kicks his feet, strands of hair covering his face like your own as he said a small mutter of his name. god you were both as bad as each other.

“what do you say back?” your mum said, trying to not lose her patience at you. it was like you were five all over again.

“y/n.” was all you gave. toji squeezes your mum to his side, nodding his head for you all to go to the dining room, the fumes of cooked food enticing you.

“cute name for a cute girl.” you blinked up at him, his back turned to you. whatever.

-

you still couldn’t believe you had been dragged out of bed to watch your dad train some sweaty balls of muscle.

over the course for these past months you had gotten more comfortable, surprisingly megumi had become your best friend. you were inseparable.

that’s when the name started to appear. habit learnt from fushiguro.

“daddy likes showing off.” you said, eyes still on your father. the man probably came in his pants right then and there. old fuck.

before you could tease with him any more, proving his misogynistic stereotype of you true, your name was called.

grabbing a ice-cold bottle of water from he fridge, you walk towards the ring.

“i’m not going to keep handing you stuff if you kill the guy.” you joke, earning a grin from toji, who doesn’t miss the way you tug at your short skirt, shuffling. toji still intimidated you, the drops of sweat falling down strands of his hair enticed you. your father was fucking beautiful.

as he was about to speak, the panting man behind him spoke. his face wasn’t that flushed from the exercise, you could tell that much. creep.

“she yours?” toji nods his head up at you, signalling for you to climb the ring, pulling you into his side when you were up on the slightly bouncy ring.

“of course, why else would she be such a good girl, helping her dad like this.” he let go of you, to unscrew the cap of water, handing it to the blonde.

“she’s the best.” your eyes were wild, barley registering the amount of praise thrown your way. not giving you time to process how toji grows territorial, glaring at the man that was eye fucking his princess moments prior.

his gaze falls back to your outfit; the usual short skirt, small socks and long sleeve black shirt, tucked in, tight enough the outline of your bra be visible. you loved your skirts.

he knew you were bored, knew how much you hated being dragged out the house. mum’s orders though, kid.

“how about a deal?” your ears perk up at his voice, low and soothing as he rubbed your back, comforting you. a deal?

“a deal?”

“mhm, a deal.”

“okay, shoot.” you smiled, not noticing the way your dad presses your body closer to his.

“if you carry on being this good, we can go get burgers,” the idea of juicy red meat appeased your senses, not nearly as much as quality time with daddy.

“just don’t tell your mother.”

-

by the time you’re home, all the lights are off.

you knew it was late, but just how late.

although it was night, the penthouse was boiling hot and you were wide awake.

taking off his coat, slicking back his wild, black hair with one hand, toji made his way to the kitchen, glass walls showing off flickering stars and a still silence.

everyone must be in bed.

the clinking of glass jolted you from your thoughts as you kicked off your trainers, feet softly thumping as you followed after your dad.

the artificial fire flickers under the tv, the soft light emitting a gentle glow. toji stood in the kitchen, pouring red wine into a large glass without a care in the world.

watching him made your realised how assured he was, how good he was to you.

how sure he was of his looks, charm and money. he was so fucking humble it irked you. you were a poison apple amongst a basket of berries. i mean you had it panned out in your head, him being nasty, cruel, evil. you were the nasty one.

“daddy?” you whisper. you gauge in on his reaction, fists balling up your skirt at the name you never used prior to now. the soft glug of wine continues, the only thing assuring he heard you being the small curl of his top lip.

he continues to ignore you.

his top is too tight, probably too suffocating, you didn’t know why he wore them. you didn’t complain.

after the glass is almost half full, the man makes his way to the living room, sitting on a coach. the fire flickers in his eyes, his features partly shadowed. how did your mum marry him?

it annoyed you really. why did mummy love him like she did late at night, when you and fugi were asleep. shouldn’t that be daddy’s best girl making him feel that good? shouldn’t that be you?

“sit.” realising he was talking to you, you made your way to the seat he was on, getting ready to rest on the arm chair. looking up at you, he smiled, shaking his head, finger pointing at the floor.

what were you a dog?

rolling your eyes, you sit on the floor, looking up at him as he sipped the alcoholic beverage. his eyes drift to you, glancing at your frame.

you were nothing like your mother; short, curvier, softer skin, a virgin. the last part was hit or miss.

your eyes skim over the wine glass, tongue wanting to dart out and seal a sip. sensing your curiosity he tilts the glass your way.

“wanna try?” nodding your head, you get up on your knees, only for his foot to push you back down.

“dogs don’t stand,” he jokes, foot on your lap, then tilting your head up by your chin.

“now be a good puppy and beg” you felt warm, confused but extremely…no not aroused. how could you be? he was joking, this is what dads do right? you just never had the presence of one in our life just like you weren’t used to these dad jokes…right?

rolling your eyes, you mimic a dog, intentions pure.

toji watches you, your hands balled up to look like paws, tongue lolling out.

“hmm,” his foot lifts from you and he pats his lap which you sit on a little too eagerly. it was weird; you were short, sure, but you weren’t slim, so why did you feel so fucking tiny on your dads lap?

he takes a sip while you’re lost in your thoughts, the feeling of a hand turning your hand breaks you from your reverie.

without warning warm lips capture yours, red liquid drizzling down the sides, pooling on your chin, threatening to drip down your chin.

you’re stunned. too stunned to tell him his tongue should be lapping up the red rivulets on your neck.

“more?” you don’t answer, he doesn’t expect you to, and before you know it, you’re fully straddling him, larger hands in your hair on your hip. all of him too much yet not enough.

“daddy?” he growls, pushing you into himself further. you feel it, you feel him.

“you want to be daddy’s favourite right?” you nod eagerly, stomach fluttering at the chance to be truly be his best.

is this it? the fatherly love everyone talks about.

it has to be.

“then tell daddy you love him.”

-

“megumi, i swear to fuck.” it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t speak about last week, if you didn’t bring it up, if he apologised.

toji had said he knew your antics, how you wore those short skirts, tiny socks, always hovered round him, stared at him. you didn’t deny it, didn’t deny how much you wanted, no, needed his attention.

and he gave it to you, every single night; with his fingers, tongue, cock.

you were just being a good daughter, his good daughter.

megumi continues flicking you with water, wet hands now in your grasp as you wrestle him, laughing.

“oi,” a deep voice sounds trough the room. his voice.

“someone sat the door for you, says she wants to talk.” he’s teasing, although his face remains blank. megumi grumbles, walking over, pretending his face isn’t blazing red.

“tell your little girlfriend i said hi.” you tease alongside, earning a middle finger.

toji watches you, waiting till his son leaves, before you resume washing up. it’s late, surprising you a girl would come for your brother at this hour, although now you think about it, think bout how thin your walls were, were you really that surprised?

“no boys coming for you?” you almost drop the glass in your hand, his voice catching you of guard. it always did. laughing off his question, your eyes stay put on the glass, watching the sun descend.

“would you allow that.” you whisper, a statement, knowing his reaction. warmth from behind tells you he’s behind you. the hardness tells you he wants you.

“don’t want your daddy sad do you?” you smile. daddy treated you so well these days, he bought you loads, spoilt you, coddled you, taught you how to feel like a princess. of course you don’t.

“you know what your mother said,” his voice was by your ear, breath blowing stray curls which tickled the sensitive skin there.

“she said you’re so well behaved these days.” he nips the top of you ear, near the piercing you had done yourself.

“why is that y/n”? his hands trail down your frame, resting on the skin of your tummy.

“because i’m a good girl,” you smile, turning round, hands draped around his neck.

“you’re whose good girl?” he was teasing now, the scar above his lip jerking with his smirk.

“your good girl, daddy.”

[soobrat]

cure; ljy

pairing; juyeon x reader

words; 1.3k

genre; smut & fluff

warnings; sick!reader, humping, fingering, fluffy smut about a fluffy boy

preface; no but seriously why was my nose bridge hurting when I was sick

You've never experienced this type of discomfort. For some reason your nose bridge hurt? You were totally congested and a full on mouth breather. Groaning and squirming in bed, you croak out to Juyeon.

"I'm coming!" Juyeon rushes in, medicine in hand. He kneels by the bed before pouring the liquid on a spoon. "Open wide!"

You sit up and open your mouth pitifully as he placed the spoon in your mouth. You wince as it slides past your tongue. You whine, reaching for the water on your nightstand. Hurriedly, you chug as much as you can to wash away that horrible taste.

You collapse back onto the bed. The covers graze against your leg as you curl into yourself. You're suddenly engulfed in comforting warmth as Juyeon drapes the cover over you.

"Thank you." You say weakly.

Juyeon pokes his lip as he stares at you.

"What?" You ask.

"You're so cute like this." His eyebrows slant downward as he pets your head. You roll your eyes at him.

"When I'm healthy you better hide." Your eyes flutter close.

"I get it I get it, you'll kill me. That's why I'm loving this."

You're too tired to talk. It's the first time Juyeon has seen you like this. All docile and whiny instead of fiery and violent. He continues to rub your head, and you're starting to forgive every dumb ass thing that comes out of his mouth.

"Can you keep doing that until I fall asleep?" You beg with puppy dog eyes. The sensation of your eyes watering every 4 seconds was annoying, but the tears probably helped here.

They must've since Juyeon hesitated. It was definitely hard for him to say no to that face.

"I can't, my arms already getting tired and who knows when you're actually gonna fall asleep." Juyeon complains.

"Fine, then could you come up here? It'll probably be easier if you lay behind me."

Juyeon stares at you in shock.

"On t-the bed?!"

You groan, throwing a mini tantrum.

"Don't make it a big deal. It's only weird if you make it weird."

Juyeon gulps, pondering his options. Well, his knees were getting tired from kneeling here. It would also be kinda rude to just leave you here alone.

"What if you get me sick?"

"Then I get to take care of you until you're better." You say reluctantly, just wanting him to get up already.

"Then it'd just a cycle of us getting each other sick."

"Juyeon!!" You whine, kicking your feet under the covers. He can't help but smile at your pouty expression.

"Okay, here I come..." He awkwardly crawls over you and you snort.

"If you make fun of me I'll get down again." He warns as he positions himself behind you. He lays pretty far away, extending his arm to pet your head once again. You wrap your arms tightly around yourself.

Only slightly could you feel the warmth of his body. The thought of being cuddled up with, well anybody was a comforting thought. So comforting in fact that you were ballsy enough to ask.

"Juyeon... Come closer."

You feel Juyeon inch closer behind you. He's only slightly closer, making his warmth just out of reach.

"Juyeon..." You whine again.

"What?!"

"Come closer please." You draw out the plea, hoping he'd set aside how awkward the request was.

"That's it, I'm leaving." Juyeon starts to get off the bed but you stop him, resting your hand on his arm. You look up at him, embarrassment evident in your face. He looks down at you with pity and hesitation. This was an entirely new side to you. The whining and pouting was one thing, but the expression on your face showed that you were vulnerable.

Never in a million years would Juyeon ever think he'd see you like this. Feeling warmth in his cheeks, he lies back down. The warmth is intoxicating for you. His body isn't touching yours, but he's definitely close enough. You feel your heart thump in your chest. You weren't sure if it was because of the sickness or not.

You hug your body again and another request crosses your mind. You had to be insane to ask such a thing. You hug yourself tighter. You found yourself imagining it was Juyeon's arms instead of yours. It wasn't a big deal that you imagined Juyeon specifically. Anyone would suffice at this moment, yeah, that's totally it.

His arms around you made you feel safe and secure in your imagination. All you could think about was what it would actually feel like. Curiosity killed the cat, but you felt like you were dying anyways.

"Juyeon?"

"Hm?" His voice was much more inviting than the last time he spoke. Wordlessly, you reach back for his arms. Slowly, you pull one of them forward and snake them around your waist. Getting the memo, Juyeon slides the other underneath you. He wraps his arms tightly around you, pulling you closer.

In unison, you both inhale deeply, lungs filling with bliss. You feel just as secure as you imagined you would, no— even more so. His arms were firm as his biceps flex slightly. He exhales, breath fanning on your neck. You could already feel yourself falling to sleep. Until you felt a bulge against your ass.

If you were in your right mind, you'd be cussing Juyeon out. But his scent, his warmth, his strong, protective arms... They were preventing you from thinking clearly. You push back into him and he grunts. His hips buck forward into you, and you feel him rest his head against the back of your neck.

You push back into him again. His breath on your skin makes goosebumps erupt all over the surface. Timidly, he humps into your ass. You push back into him, providing him more friction. His fingers slowly push down your torso, past your stomach. They push under your pajamas and underwear.

A sigh leaves your lips as his hand cups your heat. You buck into his hand, whimpering. He humps against you more enthusiastically with every sound you make. He pushes his hand into you in junction with his thrust, creating the perfect amount of friction for both of you. He pushes his middle finger further into your clit. You close your thighs around his hand. You still work your hips against his hand, despite the heightened pleasure.

Your bodies move against each other, panting desperately. Juyeon pushes his pants down to his knees before humping his more prominent member against you again. You felt your wetness growing, getting some on his fingers. He takes this opportunity to slide his middle and ring finger inside your slick hole. They slide inside you with no resistance. The way he curls them inside you has your knees tingling. His cock pushing against you with his fingers inside you was bringing you close.

Both your moans grow more audible as your bodies frantically twitch against each other. Your body temperature grew hotter as he worked his fingers inside of you. His fingers get faster as his hips get sloppier.

"Hnngh-" Juyeon lets out a strained moan as he uses his other arm to pull you closer. Your body slots in between his legs as his cock slides under your shirt. He moans wantonly as he fucks against your bare back. His fingers squelch inside you, pressing right against your sweet spot.

"Oh~" You breathe out in euphoria. Your breath hitches as you feel a tightening sensation in your lower abdomen. "Hmph!-"

You tighten around his fingers as you gush. Your body curls further into him with high-pitched breathy moans pouring from your lips. He's still eagerly thrusting his cock against your back until warm ribbons of cum squirt onto your skin.

"Fuck..." He pants, lazily pushing himself out of bed. You hear him enter your bathroom. Once he climbs back on the bed, you feel him wipe your back off with a towel. He takes your underwear and pants off, wiping in between your legs. He tosses the towel onto the floor before cuddling up to you again.

"Will you finally go to sleep now?"

"I'm... I'm kinda hot now..." You squirm against him as he groans.