#everything is very scary and I desperately want comfort yet there is no one here

[obsolescent]

i was half asleep when i initially wrote this, so i need to edit and rewrite some parts, but i tried to take his behavior and trauma and such into account. also there’s some nsfw in here !! and one last thing : this isn’t finished, so i’ll probably add more to the hcs later :DD

but vkvkv im so excited to discuss this with you!! i love hearing other perspectives, especially since im not as knowledgeable about his time in raccoon city (the game scares me. i’ve got 5 hours in the game and i haven’t even gotten the maiden medallion yet) and i haven’t finished re4 or even started re6. so please don’t hold back and gimme all you got ^^

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leon wouldn’t want someone in his line of work. it would be a constant reminder of the horrors of his job, and while he would be able to share the burden of fear and pain, ultimately he does show avoidance traits.

i think leon would be a little hesitant if there was an age gap, but if said person was mature enough, was sure about themselves, and was independent he could overlook it.

leon would want someone independent and mature. he’s often away on missions and doesn’t have time to talk or even shoot a text to them, so they would have to be understanding, be able to take care of themselves, and not hold it against him.

leon would want someone kind and nurturing. when he’s away from the horrors of his missions, he dreams of domesticity and a family. he would want s/o to have the desire to have a family of their own, but if they don’t want to or are unable to, then that’s completely fine with him as well.

while he wouldn’t open up about his issues, i think he would want to be doted on and taken care of from time to time. he would want it to be the smaller things like cleaning up after him, writing him notes, holding him when he’s had a hard day, and so on.

leon is a bit of a hypocrite in the sense that he wouldn’t open up about his problems (mostly because they’re classified and he struggles with communicating his emotions) but he would take on all of his s/o pain and do everything he can to find solutions.

leon’s love languages would be gift giving, quality time, and physical touch. he’s a bit awkward with it but it’s endearing and he does try his hardest.

petnames leon would use : baby, sweetheart, darling, sugar, love — sweet names.

in bed, i don’t think he would be able to indulge in most hard kinks. the amount of times leon has been choked by an enemy and has been traumatized by it would prevent him from doing the same to you, but i think at the most he would rest his hand there and gently caress the skin. i think he would prefer sweet, soft sex. he doesn’t mind a fast pace, and would prioritize your pleasure over his own. he’s a giver, but won’t object if you decide to pleasure him of your own accord.

i can see leon having an avoidance or disorganized attachment style. while he is afraid of intimacy, he so desperately wants and needs it.

leon is extremely touch starved. when he’s fully comfortable with his s/o, he would be very touchy in the comfort of his home (or theirs). in public, it would be small things like linking pinkies or holding hands.

Ahhh I loved these!! Thank you for sharing with me, I’ll chat about some of the ones I really like to keep it short :)

(Also perfectly understandable, I’ve had my fiancée play some parts of the game for me due to how damn scary it can get 😭 no pressure to play any of them though, literally take them at your own pace and have fun!!!)

18+ for discussion of sexual activities

Leon would be big on avoiding/hiding his feelings due to the job. He doesn’t want you to ever have to know of the horrors he’s gone through, see what he’s seen, so it would make sense he would try to divert the topic when it comes to speaking about his feelings in regard to work.

He would definitely benefit from someone (like myself ahah) who actually needs their own space away from their partner, someone who needs time alone and I think if he found that type of person, their relationship would work out well!

If I say Leon is actually a hopeless romantic who desires domesticity and wants to have a big, nurturing family, like the one that was sadly taken from him when he was a child? What then?? Also Leon girl dad, though he would be happy with any and all the children he would have!!!

But speaking of that, he wants a big family. I honestly think it would be a criteria for his future partner, something that he denied himself for so long that now, he isn’t going to shy away from what he wants any longer.

Since he’s a hopeless romantic he would love to be doted on and would love to dote on someone else, he would take the time to sit down and listen to all that you have to say and try anything to help you with any problems you may have! Him sitting there with you with a hand covering yours and rubbing your thumb while the other props his head up on the couch and he’s just staring adoringly at you while you chat away 😫

Acts of service was what I pegged Leon’s love language to be, but yeah also physical touch. He’s probably touched-starved after all these years alone, the poor thing :( but yes he’s pretty awkward, but he doesn’t let that stop him from showing you affection and love!!

Yes those pet names are very cute, but I think his favorite would be ones he had given you over the years, ones that started from a joke between to two of you or one from a sentimental moment the two of you shared ♡ (Ex. I was thinking of a scenario of a time you were watching the stars and you were gushing about them and he was being cheesy and called you his star but that’s what he started calling you after that moment 😭)

I feel the same way that he would not be aggressive or use weapon play when it comes to sex. He’s been in too many situations that would just bring back traumatic memories if he were to try anything like that in the bedroom. He’s very gentle and loving, also definitely a giver, going at the pace you like and making sure you’re satisfied before himself. He loves to receive as well, but not before you’ve had yours. (My headcanon that getting you off gets him off 🫠😵‍💫)

He would have conflicting feelings, but knows he wants the intimacy and all that comes with it. While trying to stay with his newfound principles of no longer denying himself after years of doing so he will (try to) be fearless and open up to love and all that it offers ♡

(I did not keep this short, I’m sorry LMFAO)

[nellie-elizabeth]

Doctor Who: The Legend of Ruby Sunday (14x07)

This is an undeniably excellent season of this show, wow!

Cons:

So, the big thing is, I don't know who Sutekh is within the lore of this show. I went and did a google, and he's a figure who appeared in one episode and then a bunch of tie-in stuff. There was a lot about this "reveal" that was effective, and I'm not saying knowing the deep lore is a requirement to get the significance of the twist, but it's like... I don't know. Ideally, you spend all season with the mystery of this recurring woman, and you hear people talking about "The One Who Waits," and then the moment of truth hits and you go "oh shit! I can't believe it was [blank] the whole time!" Sutekh could have been "Bob the Scary Demon Man" and it would have made no difference to me or, I would wager, to the majority of the audience.

I also think I could have used a bit more buildup of "The One Who Waits" just as a concept. Could have used one or two additional drops of that phrase. There's something a little clunky about the reveal being a god of Death, because it's like... hmm. Isn't the saying "time waits for no man," like, Death is going to get you, you can't run from it? So the idea of a death god "waiting" and then deciding to "stop waiting" is a little off for me. My favorite depictions of Death in fiction are always Death as Inevitability. Not cruel, not actively violent, just... it's coming for us all. This dude by contrast seems to be more of a god of destruction, an active force that wants to kill the universe. I'm down for it, I'm just saying maybe the "waiting" aspect is a little muddy.

Also, the creepy old lady neighbor being some sort of messenger for the coming of Sutekh was cool, but I could have used another cut back to her just to make sure Grandma Sunday is okay, or to give us a tease of what might need to happen to keep her safe next episode? It felt weird to include that little sinister bit and then not really revisit it.

Pros:

I say all of that, and I mean it, but at the same time I was wicked impressed with this episode's ability to build and hold tension, to tie me into the emotional reality of the Doctor and Ruby and feel the pain and fear through their lens, even when I didn't get the larger reference from the show's lore. I think the real showcase of this episode, the scene I'm going to carry with me, is the scene in the time window. It's a long, long scene, and very slow, with a lot of the Doctor and Ruby just standing and watching, and not a lot happening. And yet somehow I was holding my breath, filled with the tension and the desperation of the moment, the whole way through. When the hooded figure, ostensibly Ruby's mother, turned and pointed, I honestly gasped. And when the UNIT member's voice started speaking, talking about being lost and being in hell... goosebumps.

I also want to say how good it was to see Kate, and Rose, and Mel, and just spend time with this oddball UNIT crew. There's this interesting sense whenever we're with Kate, like, "oh, everything's going to be okay now." And it's a fun reciprocity between viewer and characters, because you also get the sense that Kate feels that way about having the Doctor near. We can take comfort from UNIT, and UNIT takes comfort from the Doctor. I liked the little twelve-year-old genius boy and the other characters we got to spend some time with; there's this real sense of a lived reality going on when we're not here to observe it; they're on about their business all the time, keeping a lookout for inexplicable danger. That's also what makes it so sinister and thrilling when you realize the danger is right there in the room with them. The Doctor brought it with him, totally by accident, leaving his TARDIS behind to set off the trap.

There are two identity-based mysteries going on in this episode. One is Ruby's mother, and the other is Susan, the Doctor's granddaughter. Are we going to get to see a glimpse of Ruby's mum? Will the great mystery be unveiled? Is this woman actually the Doctor's relative? Are we going to see him face his past and reunite with her?

And the answer to both of these questions seems to be: nope! Not yet, anyway. Just you wait! There's a delicious frustration to this episode, where you think what we're building to might be the answer to what the heck is happening with Ruby, but it's not. There's a connection there, but it still feels elusive, the real truths just out of our reach. I believe that Ruby is not returning as a companion for another season, so ostensibly whatever answers we're going to get about her, we'll get next week? I hope she gets the answers and the peace she's looking for. I still want to know what creepy old-lady-Ruby was whispering to everyone that made them run away back in "73 Yards."

Once again Ncuti Gatwa's performance was outstanding. I loved seeing him interacting with Kate and Mel, these people who have known the Doctor for so long and through so many different iterations. His contained pain and doubt about Susan, and that moment of heartbreak when he shakes her hand and looks her in the eye and can't feel the recognition that would prove who she is... that was really moving. And then also his care and compassion for Ruby, holding her through her grief about not being able to find answers about her mom! And then the fear and horror on his face as the truth of his foe comes clear to him at last. Despite my complaints above about this reveal not really having prior meaning to me as a viewer, I am convinced to feel a great amount of horror by the strength of the Doctor's reaction alone. That's impressive!

One last note, I'll say that Doctor Who isn't known for its top-notch SFX even in this new age of Disney money, but I always appreciate the creativity of how they choose to do things visually. The memory effects in the time window had this strange mix of VHS static and then a genuine horror element to it, where it felt like everything was happening on a predestined loop but you were also ready for the hooded figure to turn and see the Doctor and Ruby at any moment. It felt so nebulous and unspecific in a really neat way. And then the Sutekh effect at the end, looming over the TARDIS - I mean, it's kind of cartoony and a bit unconvincing but I honestly really liked the way it looked, that big scary mouth, the glowing red eyes, the whiskers and the ears... and then the effects on Harriet and Susan too, they looked so creepy and scary and I didn't want them to touch the Doctor or our other good guys!

So yeah, that's what I've got for this one. I do wish I could have somehow been clued in to the full lore so that the big reveal would feel like a genuine revelation. But even with that significant disadvantage built into the structure of the story, this was a great installment of the show and I eagerly await part two!

8/10

[writerwithbrainrot]

Chapter one: The Desire to Vanish.

Birise decides to go to the woods for a moment to clear their head. what could go wrong?

Warnings: Swearing, negative self thoughts, signs of depression, self loathing, social anxiety, crunchy peanut butter, gore, let me know if i need to add more!

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The bell rang through the halls of Burnmark high school, and within seconds teenagers were pouring outside of the school, rushing out the doors, all chatting loudly, happy the school day was over. Three O'clock was like five O'clock for an alcoholic for the majority of the high school kids in the town of Burnmark.

However, within one of the now empty second floor classrooms, Birise Pyrochie sat alone in their seat, staring off at nothing in particular. They played with their long blond hair, which needed to be washed and just stared, basked in a feeling of numbness.

The door opened and the sound of shoes hitting tile stopped.

"Birise? How come you're still here?" Mr. Harris asked, setting his binders down, papers on top for tomorrow's lesson.

Birise blinked, snapping out of their trance. "Oh. . .right. . ." They said, standing up, throwing their worn down black bag over their shoulder, tired blue eyes staring at the ground. Mr. Harris frowned.

"Birise. . .are you sure you are doing okay?" He asked, concerned. "You've been acting more distant than usual. I just want to know if you're doing alright."

Birise looked at the biology teacher, examining the worried look on his face, one not even his mighty mustache could hide. Birise sighed, and Mr. Harris spoke up.

"If you need someone to speak to, I am more than happy to help you schedule a visit to the councilor. she may be scary at first but I promise you, she's a very nice lady." He said, taking a paper to write something.

Birise frowned and shook their head quickly. Being in a small room, being interrogated by a woman who sees everything as a problem? "No, Mr. Harris. . .I'm fine, really."

He frowned and sighed. He paused, scribbling something on a paper. He placed his ball point pen down and walked to Birise, his shiny shoes tapping against the floor. He held out the paper, a number and an email written neatly on the paper. Birise rose a brow at Mr. Harris.

"Im not forcing you to go, but here, just in case you change your mind. Please remember while it may not seem like it, there are people here who do care about you." He smiled. "You should probably head home soon, I hear there's a nasty storm heading this way."

Birise nodded, taking the paper, and shoving it into their hoodie pocket. "Thanks. . ." They mumble, quickly walking out of the classroom, wanting to just be away from everyone. . .

Walking down the hall, and turning into the stairwell, the sound of just their footsteps echoing alone was comforting yet creepy at the same time. They paused near the window, and looked out, seeing grey clouds coming towards the town, the old red brick buildings still standing even after their creation over 100 years ago. Yet these old historic buildings were no longer surrounded by dirt roads and trees but rather modern day buildings and suburban homes of different colors. Birise frowned, blinking. They always believed it was somewhat disrespectful to the buildings, being altered and surrounded by the new buildings of today. Those new buildings built fast and quick could barely survive windstorms while those old brick builds had survived tropical rains that came in from hurricanes.

Their vision focused on their reflection, and a wave of disgust hit them.

They despised themselves so much. Being born a female they were unfortunately cursed with more hormones and worse acne than most. Their pale face was littered with acne spots and red spots, their blond hair in desperate need of a wash and their nails all broken and uneven from constantly biting them. And the worst of it all (to them at least) was their weight. They were overweight, chubby with a double chin and more belly fat than what Birise believed to be acceptable. Hence why they wore baggy clothing, which made them look all the worse in their opinion. Their body mixed with the deep bags under their blue eyes made them seem undesirable to be around.

Their eyes was the only thing Birise liked about themselves. Their pretty blue eyes that reminded them of the sky and the sea. According to their mother, it was their father who had blessed them with those gorgeous blue hues- shame they were in the head of someone like themselves.

Birise didn't know their father. There were no pictures of them on the wall, no letters from him to their mother, there wasn't even a social media account with his name. It was like he slept with their mother and vanished into dust. Not a trace, not even a last name.

Birise continued on their way. Rather not get soaked in the rain. . .

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Birise walked onto the front steps of their home. The curtains were shut as normal and the yellow exterior of the two-bedroom home needed a good wash, and the lawn was beginning to look like a field. The stones of the home garden were not even able to be seen anymore, the garden so overgrown that the bricks and birdfeeder stand a memory of the past.

Taking out their keys, Birise unlocked the front door and entered the house. It smelled heavily of cat, making their heart ache. Poor Snowball . . .passed of old age a week ago. They kicked their old worn shoes off and left them by the front door and went further into the house, and immediately noticed two things. One, their mother and younger sister weren't home. Two, the white board on the wall near the kitchen had new writing on it in blue.

On the white board was a week schedule set up for Birise, their eight year old sister Emily, and their mother. It was set up to allow them to write down what they needed to do on certain days. Their mother's was full of neat hand writing, in every day was her work schedule and dates that bills were due. Their mother worked two jobs, and usually came home late and tired, trying to get enough money to support Birise and Emily while paying bills and food and other things. Their mother worked hard, yet she only ever seemed to have time for Emily.

Emily often followed Birise around, making noises and bringing her toys to Birise's side of their shared bedroom and playing near Birise's bed. Emily tried to copy their other too, having written her own times on her schedule, though the words were illegible.

Birise's schedule was empty. They never bothered to write down anything on the white board.

Reading the blue words their mother had left for them, Birise frowned.

"Please tidy up the living room and put the clean dishes away." It said. Birise sighed. Yes, chores were annoying, but it was the least they could do, Birise often thought about doing a little more around the house to help their mom.

But really, what was the point if Emily was to just mess it up again?

Birise went to their room, thinking before making a decision. They'd not only put the clean dishes away, but they wash the pile of dirty dishes in the sink as well. Yes, maybe that will help their mother out when She gets home.

Birise cracked a smile, and opened their and Emily's bedroom door. Their side of the room was a unorganized mess, as was Emily's side. Though, it irked Birise- Emily was eight, little kids weren't tidy. Birise was 17, how could they couldn't ever manage to clean their own room?

Throwing their bag onto their bed, Birise sat and stared at the mirror, once again criticizing and finding every single flaw in their reflection. God, why couldn't they be like the other girls? They were cute and skin, with small figures and clean faces. Why couldn't they have friends? Birise was a likeable person, why did no one approach them?

Birise glanced at the window, and paused, seeing the time on the alarm clock on the nightstand on the window sill. it was almost four O'clock. . .

Birise stood, and slowly made their way to the kitchen, phone in hand, some dirty dishes in hand as they scrolled their songs. Placing down the bowl and cups on the counter, Birise leaned against the counter, looking through the songs, a numb feeling coming over them again. It felt almost like have a veil over their face, like their phyiscal body was just numb of all feeling and movement.

their phone rang, and Birise jumped, snapping out of the trance. They paused, seeing it was their mother. Birise pressed the green button on their screen and started talking.

"Hey mom."

"Hey sweetie." Their mom's sweet voice said, the sound of the nursing home their mom worked at getting through the speaker. "I'm going to be a little late coming home. Did you do what I wrote on the board?"

Birise looked at the time. It was four fourty five? Wasn't it just Four o'clock?

"Uuuh, yea mom." Birise lied, eyeing the dishes nervously, anxiety building up. "I put the dishes away- and I picked up all the toys in the living room."

Their mom hummed. "Thats great sweetie. Could you do me a big favor?"

Birise held back a groan. "Yea, what is it?"

"Could you pick Emily up from daycare for me? And then pick me up some more peanut butter at the convenience store on the way back?" Their mother asked. Birise bit their lip. "There should be money on in the cookie tin on top of the refrigerator." Their mother continued. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I can-"

"No mom, I can handle it." Birise said, the thought of their mom going out of her way while running late made guilt fill their stomach.

"Are you sure? You're not too tired from school?" She asked.

"No, I can do it mom." They said. "I love you. . .I'll see you after work."

Their mother blew a kiss through the phone as Birise hung up. Damn, how unlucky.

Quickly putting the dishes away and haphazardly placing Emily's toys in the play bin and throwing their snack wrappers away, Birise reached up and snatched the cookie jar, taking out two five dollar bills.

They turned, music playing in one ear. Yes, a nice walk. Walking was nice, the sound of shoes on the pavement, the fresh air, going somewhere with a mission. It was like picking up a side quest from an NPC they liked. However, anxiety and seconds thoughts started to fill their head as they put their worn out sneakers on. They didn't really need peanut butter, there was some still in the jar. There wasn't a need for themself to go out to the convenience store. Besides, their mom said they could just pick up Emily and the peanut butter. So what? People were mean, and stared, and Birise would get weird looks from the people at the day care, with their oversized clothes and face filled with disgusting scars and acne. It would be best to stay home, yes-

Birise's phone buzzed and they blinked, snapping out of their trance. checking their phone, they looked and saw a text from their mother.

"Thank you so much. I love you."

I love you. . .

To some it may seem like just words, you say to express feelings, but to Birise it meant everything to them. Those were the words their mother told them every night as a young child, the words their mom would say when Birise entertained Emily, when Birise got a good grade on a test, the words that she told Birise the day Birise told her that they were nonbinary and into girls.

"It doesn't matter who you are or who you like. I will always love you, Birise. You always be my child." Is what their mother told them after they came out.

Birise stared at the message, and felt determination flood through them.

Yes, they would do this. For their mom, who tried so hard.

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"And then there was a giant dinosaurous and it went RAWR!" Emily exclaimed, a bright pink backpack on her back as she happily retold one of the adventures she had gone on with her friends at school.

"That great Emily. . ." Birise said, trying to hide their annoyance, watching Emily basically bouncing around in her skin. How come she had so much. . .energy?

"Where are we going sissy?" She asked, pulling on Birise's hand, her short blond hair a knotted mess. "Are we going home?"

"No." Birise said. "Mom asked me to buy peanut butter. So we are stopping by the store and getting peanut butter."

"Can we get the crunchy peanut butter?" she asked. Birise cringed.

"Ew, no. You really are a snot."

"Whyyyy?" Emily asked in a whine, her brows furrowing in frustration. Birise glared.

"Because crunchy peanut butter is like eating flies in your food. Smooth peanut butter is the best."

Emily glared back at Birise. "You're peanut butter!"

Birise gasped, mocking hurt. "How could you! After all I've done for you?" they said in a joking way.

"All you do is lay in bed and play on your phone." Emily said, kicking a rock across the sidewalk. Birise went silent at this.

Crossing the road, the two rushed across the small parking lot to the convenance store that was situated next to a McDonalds, which Emily loudly complained about how she couldn't get a happy meal seeing the fun little collectables on the poster against the window. Birise rolled their eyes and brought Emily inside the store. Great, now not only will everyone think that Birise is gross, but also that Emily is a little shit.

Walking past the toy and house item isle, Birise and Emily entered the food isle. Birise sped walked to the peanut butter, and cringed at the off brand peanut butters.

"Blegh. . ." Emily said, look at the few options.

Birise hummed in agreement, taking one large jar. This would have to do. . . Birise looked down and saw Emily holding a small jar of crunchy peanut butter. "You are an anomaly" Birise said. Emily grinned, "Ill tell you where Momma's candy stash is if you get it."

"Are there Reese's cups?"

"And Pocky."

"Deal." Birise said, holding their hand out. Emily took it, doing a handshake, an unbreakable deal made between them.

"Aaaw!" A girl's voice said behind them, and Birise froze, anxiety creeping up in their throat. Birise turned and saw Melissa Delane, a pretty girl with dyed red hair and a cute round face and brown eyes. Birise felt uncomfortable, as Melissa smiled. "That's so sweet. I didn't know you had a sister!"

Birise cleared their throat, and Emily stared up at Birise with a blank look. "Yea. . .I do. . ."

"She's so cute, I have a little brother and he's just a walking natural disaster." She said, holding a box of cereal. "Hey, do you maybe want to have lunch with me tomorrow?" She asked, "I noticed you don't really eat with people."

Birise frowned, "Yea. . .no sorry. . .really busy with. . .school work. . ."

Melissa frowned but nodded. "Yea, I understand. . maybe some other time then?"

"Maybe. . ." Birise said, and Melissa awkwardly rocked on her heels.

"Well. . .see ya. . ." She said, turning and walking away. Birise turned, quickly moving to the check out area, mumbling annoyed under their breath.

Buying the peanut butters, Birise and Emily started to walk back home in silence, Birise spacing out and Emily staring at her small jar of peanut butter. After entering their street, Emily finally spoke up, the sky still grey and ominous threats of rain even more prominate.

"Did I do something bad?"

Birise paused and turned. "What?" They asked, brows furrowed, looking down at Emily.

"You're upset. . .did you not want the peanut butter. . .?"

Birise glanced away. They were never good at comforting kids. "No. . .No it was nothing you did."

"then why are you mad?" Emily asked.

Birise side, turning onto the path to their home's front steps, pulling out the keys. "Its just. . .I don't really know. . ." Emily just blinked, confused. Birise opened the door, letting Emily go inside first.

"But why don't you know?" Emily asked, taking her dirty white and pink shoes off.

Birise turned the porch light on, kicking their shoes off as well. "I just don't, okay?"

"But-"

"Just drop it." Birise said, almost snapping, and seeing Emily's hurt face, lips quivering, Birise immediately felt guilty, and sighed.

"Hey, look. . .I'm sorry. I've just. . ." Birise ran a hand through their hair. "I've just got stuff on my mind. Listen, how about I turn on some cartoons for you to watch, and then I'll make you a peanut butter sandwich with your crunchy peanut butter. How does that sound?"

Emily nodded, handing her crunchy peanut butter to Birise. Birise took it and grabbed the TV remote as Emily climbed onto the couch, Turning the TV on, Birise found the cartoon channel and handed the remote to Emily. "Here, I'll make your food."

Birise, after fighting with the lid, finished making Emily's food and gave her the peanut butter sandwich. "Here."

Emily said nothing, too engrossed in the TV. Birise sighed, walking down to their bedroom, and after grabbing some fresh clothes, went to take a shower. . .

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"It's pouring pretty hard. . ." Birise mumbled, hair wet from their shower, watching the rain slap against the window. They looked back at their phone, playing a mindless cat game, starting to feel numb again, listening to the rain and the TV from the living room. It was maybe six O'clock when the sound of a car pulling in was heard and Birise sat up. And a moment later Emily yelled "Mommy!" from the living room. Birise stood up, tossing their phone on the their bed and exited the room, and saw their tired mother entering the door, carrying two backpacks and Emily hugging her leg. Birise walked over and took Their mother's bags.

"Oh, thank you, Birise." Their mother said drenched, the sound of the rain letting up heard outside. "Ah, what a day."

"How was it mom?" Birise asked, placing the bags on the small table in the kitchen as their mom picked up Emily who hugged her tightly. Birise watched their mother go to the medicine cabinet, opening the wooden door and grabbing a bottle.

"Oh, what a nightmare. We had to assign a new doctor to one of the elderly man because his psychotic breaks are getting worse. Convinced his old nurse was his EX wife who cheated on him." She said, filling a cup up with water to take her pills. "Thank you for doing what I asked, Birise, You have no idea how much it helps." She said, smiling at Birise and placing Emily down, taking her meds. Birise frowned but nodded, glancing out the window.

"Yea. . ." They said, watching their mother start to fill the sink up with water and soap, guilt welling up in their chest. "Hey mom-"

Emily walked out hearing the TV and their mother turned. "Birise. . .Answer me honestly. . .are you doing okay?"

Birise paused, taken aback.

"You. . . you have been staring off for hours on end and seem to loose track of everything. . . and you always look so sad. . .honey. . .you know if you need to talk to someone, you can talk to me- or I could see if I can get you an appointment to see a therapist."

"Mom, I'm okay." Birise said. "You don't need to worry about me. . .I'll be fine. Promise."

"You don't have any friends, Birise. You used to be such a social gir- I mean child. . . is something going on at school, or-"

"Mom." Birise said a little more firm. "I will be fine."

Their mother paused, looking worried, but nodded.

"I'm gonna go for a walk." Birise said, turning and grabbing an umbrella. Their mom gave them a look. "In this weather? I think not."

"Mom, its sprinkling, I wont go far." Birise said, smiling at their mother. "Ill be back before you know it. . .I promise."

Their mother reluctantly nodded, Watching Birise put their shoes on. "I want you back before dark- and if it starts to rain hard you come straight home!"

Birise just waved, leaving and shutting the front door. Their mother stared at the door. . .worried. . . a horrible feeling something bad was going to happen. . .

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They found themselves walking through the nearby nature walk five minutes later, staring at nothing in particular, not caring their shoes were now caked in mud. This was just what they needed, fresh air. . .

Suddenly, they hear bushes moving around and- Birise ever so paranoid- turned, staring at the rustling bushes. The head of a very familiar white cat appeared and Birise's heart stopped. "S-Snowball?"

The cat meowed, as it turned and dashed away down a path. Birise knew it should be impossible- snowball had died of old age a week ago yet that cat looked exactly the same. . .

They ran, ran down the path into the trees, the cat meowing loudly like a guide. "Snowball!" Birise yelled, chasing the cat that weaved between the trees. "Snowball! Wait!"

The cat took a sharp turn, and beelined Straight into the woods. Birise panted, legs burning. "Damn it! Why am I so fat?!" Birise yelled in frustration, trying to follow the cat, completely unaware they were going uphill, farther away from town.

Suddenly, the trees broke, and it had went silent with no cat in sight. Birise leaned against a tree, panting hard. "Damn it!" They exclaimed, frustrated. They shouldn't have chased that stupid cat. Birise looked around, still winded, legs burning, and they realized they didn't recognize this area at all. How far had they gone? Where were they?

Birise cursed, walking out into the clearing, still holding their umbrella, their hand reaching into their pocket for their phone. . . only to not feel it. Birise panicked, searching around themself when they remembered. They had left their phone on their bed.

"Fuck!" Birise swore, iritatted. looking around. The grass was tall, up to their knees and the trees around them were big and strong. This was an area that had been empty for a long time. . . and seeing what looked to be a path through the trees that started to walk to it. The second their foot hit the treeline, a loud meow was heard behind them. Birise turned, panting still. . .and saw in the middle of the grass. . .

"Snowball. . ."

However. . . the cat just stared for a second. Birise turned, now fully facing it. . . when it happened.

There was the sound of bones snapping, and snowball's head went 180 degrees, the head looking at Birise upside down, blood pouring out of its mouth as the horrible sound of ripping flesh was heard as the legs tore off the cat's body, and black stick like legs appeared, increasing the high as it stood, and the head popping off, and a long black stick like neck appeared, growing up until the disfigured face of snowball stared at Birise. Birise looked in horror at the abomination, feeling absolutely horrified and sick. This wasn't snowball. . .it wasn't even a cat.

It hissed. . .

And lunged.

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Thank You so much for reading Chapter one of Blackout! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you have any criticism or tips to give, don't be afraid to give them! Have a good day/night!

Also, thank you for @hotcheetohatredwastaken for encouraging me to write this!

[linwritesif]

writing prompts

mostly angst, hurt/comfort, some rivalry/enemies-to-lovers banter, some intense romance, just a mix. Those quotes were in my head for just too long. Enjoy writing if you want to use them, I suppose?

“I will make you wish you could feel such a thing like love.”

“Your lies used to be more believable.”

“Will you give up? If you won’t be able to break down my walls?”

“You know better than to ask me this.”

“I would ask you what is your reason for this, but I fear the answer would be more disturbing than the lack of it.”

“Whether I tried to have you killed or not is of no relevance to our current situation.”

“I’m no fool, [Name]. Everyone has a limit, and when you reach yours — whatever we had will end.”

“Is there any authority you respect?”

“Your voice would make even the guardian of Hell bend to your will.”

“Desperation kills morality, even in the strongest of us.”

“Accepting help doesn’t make you weak.”

“I would burn all that is sacred and pure just to keep you safe.”

“Do not presume to know me — you don’t.”

“You’re bleeding — why are you bleeding?”

“Is your learning curve a horizontal line?”

“I’d rather make you scream a bit differently, but this will do.”

“I will never say these words to you, I told you that before.”

“Please, speak modernly, I feel like a mob of Puritans will jump me at any moment.”

“I had a nightmare, you were in it.”

“Why do so many people dislike you? I mean I know why they dislike you, I’m curious why so many.”

“Every time you open your mouth, a lie follows.”

“I have known you your entire life — did I ever turn you away when you needed help?”

“Your mind must be a very scary place.”

“You never had the time to really stop and care for yourself, have you?”

“Would you say you have difficulty at following orders?”

“I’d make a deal with the Devil himself if that would’ve saved you.”

“I can see the cracks in your mask, every time you say you don’t love me.”

“I do not need sight to know someone’s beauty.”

“The day I realised I love you, was the day I first feared death.”

“Leave you alone? Perish the thought, you’d die without me.”

“Acting tough will not make it hurt any less, you know this, yes?”

“How do we keep getting into these situations? Oh yes, because of you.”

“Your morals are like a legend — rumoured to exist but no proof to back it up.”

“Loving you is more time consuming than I thought.”

“I barely know you, and yet I already regret it.”

“I guess it would be fitting — for such a cruel being to have such a beautiful mask.”

“Protecting you will get me bald before I reach my 40s. I already have grey hair!”

“I could never leave you, not that I’d tried.”

“When I said „pick your battles” you’re aware I did not mean „pick all the battles”, yes?”

“I know it hurts, but it will stop soon.”

“I’d never guess that I’d end up here with you.”

“You look red — is there a reason for it?”

“This was… an attempt.”

“Bold words for someone who can be defeated by a bit of sunshine.”

“I am not angry that you assumed the worst — I am angry because despite everything I’ve done you still do not trust me enough to believe when I say I would never abandon you.”

“Neither Heaven nor Hell will keep me from you, [Name].”

“Normally it is the thought that counts but what on earth was going through your head when you tried to do this?”

“Your hands are so cold, let me help.”

“Why do you never give up?”

“Will we be okay?”

“Look at us, getting along. Who would’ve thought?”

“I promise, this is the last time I drag us into a situation like this.”

“You are ridiculous when you’re jealous.”

“We are not alone.”

“Will you tell me when you’re ready?”

“Have you no soul?”

“Are you capable of cutting back the snarky comments for one minute?”

“The dramatic mannerism — is it an aesthetic or books were your only friend when you were a child?”

“I want to strangle you majority of the time, why are you so shocked?”

“This escalated rather quickly.”

“If you keep being so loud, we will have an audience soon.”

“I stare into your eyes and I see nothing.”

“Admitting defeat takes strength.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d ask if you knew what you’re doing.”

“[Deity], why must I love an idiot? Why this idiot in particular?”

“Reminder to self — never let [Name] have the final say.”

“I could’ve been drinking mimosas right now — instead I’m stuck here with you.”

“If I wanted you, you’d know.”

“Stay still or this will hurt much worse.”

“You really do have low standards, huh.”

“Well, you look rather dashing.”

“My expectations for you were low, but somehow you still failed to meet them.”

“If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

“You’re a complete brute.”

“I want to regret knowing you. I want to, but I can’t.”

“Were you crawling the sewers for the past six days? You look like you did.”

“You test my patience every single day.”

“Be honest — was this a part of your plan?”

“How am I supposed to breathe when you are so close?”

“It would be better for all of us if you were a better liar.”

“Tell me, do you really think I’m stupid?”

“If you keep doing this, you’ll get us killed.”

“Your eyes… they look different now.”

“Could you truly feel the love of another, if you have no soul?”

“You never should’ve kissed me.”

“Have you no shame?”

“Not to ruin the mood, but I think you broke my rib.”

“Did you ever truly care?”

“Do you ever stop to think about other people?”

“Whatever makes you think I care for you?”

“Stop lying to me.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“Keep assuming things about me, see how well it will go.”

“You will have no ally in me, but I won’t be your enemy either.”

“It must be cruel, to suffer immortality when you hate yourself so much.”

“Life without companions is a dull one. Still, I wish you had a stronger survival instinct.”

“Please, tell me you did not try to pet a wild beast again.”

“You’re insufferable. Sit down, stop wincing, you did this to yourself in the first place.”

“I’m glad I didn’t kill you.”

“Once you said you’d never love another, would you say that again, now?”

[elysianslove]

haikyuu boys and tropes that suit them!

includes: kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tōru, sakusa kiyoomi, miya osamu, miya atsumu, suna rintarō

(possibly part 1??? consider this an apology for not posting as much 💔)

kageyama tobio — practice kissing. 

kageyama is, as embarrassing as it is for him to admit this, inexperienced, greatly so. he’s in his third year of high school, 18, and is yet to have his first kiss. college is approaching him dauntingly quick, and he doesn’t think he can handle being as clueless as he is for any longer. so while you’re sat on his bed scrolling through his phone, he bluntly asks you if you’ve ever kissed someone. he seemed so confident, and the words were straightforward and lacked any sign of anxiety or uneasiness. but the moment they left his mouth, he’s red in the face and his hands are shaking. when you agree to help him practice, he’s scared, shy, flustered, and his heart is in his throat, but he lets you lead the, setting the pace yourself as you sit before him, his face in your hands, pulling him closer to you. it’s electrifying, to put it to the least. he’d heard a million horror stories from his upperclassmen about first kisses, but he finds himself unable to relate. everything about the kiss and you is perfect, and he asks for more practice, starts looking forward to theses ‘sessions.’ he starts growing more and more confident, until he’s the one flustering you, the one making you gasp and squirm and mewl, not the other way around. and maybe he’ll find it in him to confess. maybe. 

iwaizumi hajime — friends to lovers. 

in general, with iwaizumi, he has a hard time believing in that he’s meant for a relationship, in that he has his own person, and for many reasons. he tries to be rational about it, saying he has other priorities at the moment, that he won’t be able to give his all, that he’s not particularly ready or in the right headspace/situation to commit to a person and a relationship. but it’s also, deep down, because of this indescribable fear of not being enough, of his flaws being too much, of being too imperfect. he just chooses not to get a headache over it, honestly. that’s why friends to lovers is perfect for him. it’s this person who he’s known for a long time, someone he’s come to know so well, so deeply, and vice versa. they’ve seen the bad and good of each other, been through all the ups and downs, learnt all their quirks, their habits, their tendencies. this is someone who is already a priority, someone who is already a constant. of course, he still hurts his head thinking about how wrong it is to have feelings for his friend, and the shame and guilt eats at him from the inside out. but it’s just so— easy. to love them. it’s so, so easy, as easy as breathing. and iwaizumi spends such a large amount of time pining and yearning that the final straw, the snap, the breathless confession, is so satisfying. 

oikawa tōru — enemies to lovers. 

oikawa wants and needs someone that’ll both keep him on his toes, always pushing him to the very edge but not completely over. he needs someone that excites him, someone that he has to work to earn. the word enemies is blurry to him. all he sees is someone playing hard to get, and he takes it as a challenge. it’s not that he wants and needs everyone to be in love with him and how dare you not be swooning at the sight of me!! it’s more that this person intrigues him impossibly. this person challenges him, bites back, and bites back hard. and the transition from enemies to lovers is so smooth with him, because it’s unpredictable and unexpected. one moment you’re swearing at him across the hall, the next you’re tenderly massaging at his injured knee and reassuring him of his hard work and efforts. it’s beautiful, really. the snarky comments and the flirty comebacks and the glares returned with playful grins, and them the moment of realization that opens up a whole new door that this person isn’t so bad after all. the satisfaction of finally giving in, either so slowly, so carefully and timidly, or rushed, hurried and desperate. so good. 

sakusa kiyoomi — there was only one bed! 

sakusa does not share. it’s nothing personal (sometimes it is), but he just prefers to have his own private space, where he can be comfortable. but things happen! like a trip where you’re stuck in the same room! and there’s only one bed! and the person you’re stuck with is the same person you’re very confused in regards to your feelings about them! the trip is a couple of days, and so it starts with the offer to sleep on the couch. it’s very uncomfortable, but he does it anyways, because a) he’s a gentleman, and b) you both now each have your private, safe space. two days pass, and you both tiredly pass out on the bed next to one another. he wakes up before you in horror and falls onto the couch quickly, but he doesn’t fall asleep again. as if this were fate’s play, you find yourself unable to sleep, and neither can he, so you quietly scoot over, a silent invitation. reluctantly, he accepts. he doesn’t spend that night sleeping either, instead simply stares at you, his hand outreaching for you, but not quite touching. eventually comes a day when he wakes up with your face buried in his shoulder, and although his cheeks are as warm as ever, he doesn’t feel uncomfortable. he only feels grateful to be finally touching you. 

miya osamu — soft only for their lover. 

it’s not that osamu is rude to others, or hates everyone else, or anything along those lines. it’s more that he’s less likely to open up, be vulnerable, be softer, easier than compared to with his partner. with his lover, he smiles easier, expressions are readable, his eyes always a dead giveaway to what’s on his mind. he’s colder and less approachable to others, but it’s almost as if his resolve melts the moment he spots his lover. he could be yelling at someone, angrily, then turn to his partner and in the softest voice say, “just a moment, my love,” and go back to yelling as if it were completely normal. similarly, he will always take his lover’s side of the argument regardless of whether they’re right or wrong. and, he’ll be kissing his lover, but pause for a moment to deck his brother, then return to kissing his lover again even softer. it’s because his lover owns such a big part of his heart, and when osamu loves, he loves with every part of him. he’s been called out on it multiple times; the fact that he’s so much meaner and harsher and stubborn with everyone else, including his brother, but it’s always the opposite with you. you are his soft spot, really, and it tickles your tummy whenever you notice the little changes and shifts in his attitude and personality when it comes to you. 

miya atsumu — enemies to lovers. 

unlike with oikawa’s case, you and atsumu genuinely hate each other. you despise his attitude, his cockiness, his ideals, his approaches, his voice, his hair, everything, and likewise, he can’t stand you. he’d only ever been rude to you, and in response, you’d defended yourself by being equally as rude. this isn’t playing hard to get enemies, this is i hate your guts enemies. rarely does being in a room with him not result in some sort of argument. your mutual friends are all fed up, of the arguments, the fighting, the smack talk behind one another’s backs, the complaining, everything. it’s infuriating, and so they beg you to talk it out, to try and resolve whatever it was going on between you, but either he wouldn’t cooperate, or you wouldn’t. it seemed hopeless, until at some point in time, you get badly hurt, maybe mentally or physically, but atsumu finds himself worried unbelievably. it’s irrational to be, especially with your history with one another. but he’s worried, insanely so, and when he finds you, finds out you’re okay, or you will be, the relief that fills him is dizzying and so, scary. but maybe the both of you were just projecting onto each other, the fact that you so badly wanted each other but felt like you couldn’t do anything. 

suna rintarō — brother’s best friend. 

it’s a dash of forbidden love, a dash of friends to lovers. he’s your brother’s best friend, older than you, and it’s wrong, you know it is, but you can’t help it. on the days he’s invited over, you purposely make sure to stay at home, and you make excuses to pass by your brother’s room constantly, to talk to him. he knows you like him, knows you’re desperately chasing after him in your own subtle way, and for a while, suna lets you. he acts dumb, none the wiser, lets you have your little fun of sneaking snaps of him to send to your friends and when you purposely press your leg against his sitting next to him on the couch or when you offer your lollipop after you suck on it. he indulges you, slightly, subtly. and when he sees it suitable, finds it right, he starts to return the advances: he accidentally arrives a little earlier than planned to your home when he’s invited, and he passed by you in school more often, and he makes up excuses to text you all the time. eventually, the sexual tension is unbearable, suffocating, incredibly overwhelming, and when it snaps, nothing else matters. just the two of you. he’s experienced, good with his words and his hands and his mouth and he’s a dream. and all you do is fall deeper, and deeper, and deeper. 

[supercorpsbian]

Entropy (part 4)

content: slow burn ? but not really , hurt/comfort , eventual romance , wlw , kara x reader , reader needs therapy , reader is very socially anxious lmao

word count: 3,856

pair(s): Kara x Fifth Dimensional Imp!Reader, and all the other canon SG couples (Nia and Brainy, Kelly and Alex, etc)

A/N: HIII sorry for being inactive lmao, I'll be taking drabble requests today !, you can dm them to me or send them anonymously!!:) (only kara x reader, lena x reader, supercorp x reader or supercorp pls)

part 3 here

In a second you felt yourself falling asleep, you knew it'd happen when your body felt extremely heavy and light at the same time. It was an awkward experience, but you were getting used to it, the dreams were what you still couldn't stand.

As a fifth dimensional being your mind was filled with everything. And by everything it literally meant everything. Every single thing known to mankind and other forms of life, from the very moment you were born your brain contained the information of every existent civilization, their languages, anything they did. Although this information could only be accessed subconsciously, only so many Imps are able to reach their full magic potential. In your case you had so many dreams, every single one was different yet so similar in some way. It was usually events that happened on earth, but it was like they were all mixed together and you could see them all at once.

This time you saw Pompeii, but as you turned around you saw the day Atlantis sank to the bottom of the sea. Usually you'd see mixed events, but tonight it was all tragedies known to humans. Wars, genocide, natural disasters, all of it. At some point you saw a face, you had seen him many times now, but he wasn't from this earth, was he? After the crisis on infinite earths it was hard to tell. You never really caught up with it. He was with the first neanderthals, then a meteorite changed him. He had been in every war, every genocide, every single cruelty led moment. Rama Khan? No, he didn't have any earth powers; he was different, he viewed humanity as the ultimately superior race, he was bigger, smarter, scarier...

"VANDAL SAVAGE!" You screamed, jolting out of wherever you were lying asleep. Your heart was about to come out from your mouth, you were sweating cold and your face was pale. A gut feeling telling you that this man was somewhere on this earth, and he was dangerous. Way too dangerous.

"Huh-? Y/n? What happened?" Kara stood up from the couch and walked towards you. Then you noticed you were sleeping on Kara's bed, she had probably put you there while you slept.

"I... It was just a nightmare. Sorry..." You mumbled, still shaking with fear, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"What is Vandal Savage?" She asked softly, sitting by your side and rubbing your back gently.

"He... It's just a random scary dude that appeared in my dream, I'm sorry." You lied, expecting your already bad anxiety to cover your explanation.

"Oh... I'm sorry, do you want some tea or something else? That'll maybe help you with sleeping." You shook your head and plopped back in the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"You don't have to sleep on the couch." You whispered while Kara was getting up to go back to sleep.

"It's fine, don't wor-" She turned around to see you and something in your eyes full of fear made her want to protect you at all costs, not wanting to see you like this ever again. "Alright, but if I kick you while I'm asleep it's not my fault." The older woman teased, crawling onto the empty space next to you and making herself comfortable in a second.

"Goodnight, Kara." You mumbled, turning to your side to face her, she returned the goodnight, her face barely visible with the moonlight and you fell asleep to the sight of those eyes of hers you loved so much.

[...]

You didn't expect to wake up so late, running out of Kara's bed with desperation to get to your apartment so you could get ready for work, stopping for a second when you saw Kara in her kitchen cooking as if nothing worried her. Well, she was the boss, she could clearly get late to work if she wanted to.

"I'm late, thanks for letting me stay the night, I have to-" In a split second Kara stopped you from opening her door.

"I called Cat and told her you were taking the weekend off. Y/n, you need it. You can go home if you want, your doors are fixed too." She got out of your way, you stared at her puzzled as to why she did that.

"I..." You didn't know what to say. "Thank you...? I don't know what I am going to do though."

"Why? You can just relax for the weekend, go out with friends, anything." She smiled, still confused at your reaction.

"Uh..."

"No way-" She suddenly understood. "You don't have any friends?" Kara whispered, your face turning red from pure shame.

"No... I mean, we're friends, I think? And Sheila from HR is really nice to me when I help her with the printer..." You mumbled as your gaze was averting hers.

"Of course we are friends! You know what, I'll take some days off too. We'll have a girls weekend. Which came in a nice timing because tonight is game night but it'll be girls only! Mostly because the boys of my friend group are really busy with a project they have so it'll be only me, my sister, her wife, Nia, and now you!" Kara gave a little excited jump as she went back to her kitchen, the delicious smell dragging you behind her.

[...]

The day went more than well, you watched so many movies with Kara, and she showed you some cool snack tricks she did with her powers. Like instant popcorn with her heat vision or making ice cream with her breath. She also tried to get to know you more without invading your privacy, so now the two of you were playing twenty questions. So far you were in the fifth question and it was going smoothly.

"My turn! What's your favorite food?"

"Uh..." You tried to think it through, you honestly couldn't really tell since eating wasn't really a necessary thing for you until you arrived on earth. "Pasta? I don't know, I just eat anything as long as it isn't spicy. Or a cucumber, I hate cucumbers."

"Have you tried potstickers?" You shook your head no and Kara gasped. "You definitely have to! We'll order some tonight!"

"Okay, okay" You smiled at her. "Now my turn. I've seen you on the news with Lena Luthor, a lot. Do you like her?" You asked jokingly, and she understood it was a joke but her face immediately went red while her eyes gave you a sad feeling just from looking at her.

"I mean... Maybe? I never told her anything... I know she likes women but honestly I've never been with a girl and that's what always made me back away. And our friendship has been really, really rough..." Her upbeat tone disappearing panicked you, you didn't intend to make her sad with your dumb joke! You did find yourself being a Supercorp supporter at some point, however now that this reality wasn't just a simple interdimensional show for you it made your heart wrench.

"I'm so sorry, Kara... I'm so, so sorry... I don't know how Lena may feel, but anyone would be lucky to be with you. You're amazing." This time it was your turn to hold her hands, her face going even more red as her eyes stared at you in awe.

"M-My turn... Have you ever liked someone...?" You almost choked with your own saliva, the blood rushing to your cheeks almost instantly.

"I- Uh... I was homeschooled so I didn't really go out growing up, but I guess yes, I have? Do TV crushes count? And well I think Wonder Woman is very attractive too." You chuckled nervously, your hands pulling away from hers.

"Wonder Woman...? Do you know her?" Kara raised a brow.

"Wha-? No! I've seen her on TV, and well I may have seen her fly in the sky the other day? I thought it was you but I don't think your hair looks black when you fly. Plus she didn't have enough blue." Now the conversation felt awkward, especially since you almost caught yourself calling Wonder Woman by her real name, which you obviously knew along with almost every other superhero's identity in this dimension.

"Y'know, I'm acquaintances with her, if you want to I can introduce you guys." The blonde teased, poking your ribs with her finger.

"Hey-!" You backed away from her with a laugh. "Well, I mean, you could say she's my type. Older, taller and waaay stronger. But honestly she's out of my league. You should try to shoot your shot with her actually. Two powerful women always make the best couples." And now you were the one poking her, although it didn't even make her flinch she did laugh.

"I know she's interested in women but well, If you saw us both in the same room you'd see us like best friends, almost siblings. We have so much in common it's impossible for us to be something else, like we're the same person. Wonder Woman is way more sophisticated than I am though."

"Hmmm, well... I guess you'll have to settle for me then." You teased, leaning back onto the couch with a smirk.

"I mean I'd choose you over Wonder Woman anyway." She teased back, a cocky grin spreading on her face as she stared at you.

"You would not-" You choked out with a nervous smile. "Oh wow, look at the time! Streaky must be hungry, aren't you, buddy?" Your head snapped towards the cat who was simply sleeping on the kitchen counter. "See? He's in the kitchen, he must be desperate for food. I'm going to my apartment to give him some food and I'll take a shower before your friends get here. Be right back." And with that you were out the door with your new cat in your arms, he wasn't even upset that you woke him up. Streaky stared at you with his blue eyes, calming you almost instantly.

"That was... definitely something." You murmured under your breath.

[...]

Showered and ready to go back and face Kara again you found yourself feeling anxious. This would be your first time meeting Kelly and Alex. If only they all knew how much you cried watching their wedding.

What if Alex could tell there's something wrong with you? She was certainly more perceptive than Kara and Nia. And whenever she had a gut feeling about something it was very likely to be true.

Pushing your worries aside you left Streaky some food and water for him to enjoy while you were gone, you'd probably come back to bring him into Kara's apartment later either way. Right before you even knocked on Kara's door she opened it, welcoming you with that big smile of hers.

"Sorry, I heard you going out of your apartment and then I saw you on my door." She admitted, stepping out of the way to let you in. "This is my sister Alex" The older Danvers rose her glass of whiskey and nodded. "And my sister-in-law Kelly, and you already know Nia." Kelly waved at you, then the blonde closed the door behind you and you just walked towards the couch with a wry smile.

"Y/n!" Nia ran towards you and hugged you, it was surprising but you just decided to pat her back and smile.

"Hi, Nia!" She let go of you and pulled you towards the cushions on the floor that she and Kara had been sitting on.

"Hi, my name is Y/n, nice to meet you." You finally mustered up the courage to formally introduce yourself to the Olsen-Danvers marriage, Kelly gave you a warm smile and shook your hand across the coffee table whilst Alex just smiled lightly and waved.

The room felt so warm and calming that your anxiety was slowly wearing off. You even found yourself engaging in the conversation with Kara and Nia about CatCo and the path it was taking so far as a company. Alex and Kelly both chiming in with their own opinions about Cat Grant's sudden decision of buying CatCo some months ago.

After some chit chat the game night officially started, and Jenga was the first game. You were rocking it, Alex had tried to make you let the tower fall but you didn't even flinch at her attempts. Which ended up in Alex just knocking the tower during her own turn so you all would take shots. You accepted one shot of vodka because you knew it wouldn't affect you at all. However after that you pretended to just not like alcohol as a whole and Nia dared Alex to drink for you. Which she accepted without even thinking about it.

After many rounds of Jenga Kara and Alex were the most wasted ones, that alien rum was definitely something else.

"So tell me... Is Cat just your boss or..." Alex stumbled upon her words, cackling loudly. "Y'know... Are you getting promoted every month? Kara can't shut up about you." Your whole face felt like it was burning when you understood her remark, clearing your throat you just laughed.

"No, no... Miss Grant is just my boss, nothing else."

"Alex! You can't ask that...!" Kara slurred out, pointing her finger at her sister who just laughed as loud as she could.

"I know you were dying to know if Y/n was having some... Fifty shades thing going on with Cat Grant." Alex poked Kara's stomach, making her back up just by pure instinct.

"Will they be okay...?" You whispered to Nia who looked really tired.

"Hm...? Yeah. They're always like this. Ever since Kara found out about alien booze she sometimes gets really wasted on game night. Her alcohol tolerance is lower than you might think." Nia chuckled and so did you, laying your head on her shoulder whilst she did the same with your head. Tiredness getting ahead of you both as the rest of the group was chatting loudly, Kelly being rather tipsy than actually drunk.

You didn't even know when you had fallen asleep again, but you woke up to a very nice smell, and so did Nia. Apparently they just kept playing while the two of you slept and what woke you up was the newly arrived food Kara had ordered for everyone.

The brunette shot you a weird accusing glare once she was more awake, fearing she might've had a dream about you all you could do was smile nervously.

"I got a Supergirl discount!" She smiled, waving the receipt and putting the food on the coffee table.

"I want the potstickers!" Alex yelled.

"Then I call dibs on the Lo Mein noodles." Said Kelly smiling at her wife who gave her a pout.

"There's much for us to share..." Nia mumbled with a smile.

"Not with Miss I-Have-A-Blackhole-For-Stomach Zor-El!" The oldest Danvers sister took one of the boxes of potstickers protectively, and you laughed at the whole interaction.

Even with the fear that Nia might know who you truly are you still felt safe somehow, feeling Kara sit down on the small couch, her legs next to you.

You just laid your head on one of her knees and felt her glaring at you. Everyone was eating but you. You were still tired and sleepy, too sleepy to grab a plate. However Kara wouldn't allow that, after a few minutes Kara was basically feeding you, she would eat one bite of her food then give you the next bite herself, although you tried to do it yourself she didn't let you, feeding you like a toddler the whole time. And to eat one bite every time she took one would be way too much for almost anyone, for you it was alright, but Kara just stopped at what she felt a human would feel full after.

Then it was time to play Uno. Everyone had to explain the rules to you, surprised you didn't know the game at all until you had to explain you were 'homeschooled' and an only child, only the second statement being true. After a couple of rounds you got the hang of it, finding ways to memorize the entire deck of cards and its placements after a some turns, and with that you built up the perfect strategy and won almost every game, it was easier when you had to shuffle the deck but it was even more fun whenever you had it hard to win. And the best part? Money was involved, so you ended up with five hundred bucks in cash in just an hour, Alex trying to prove you had somehow cheated yet she couldn't really find proof at all besides 'I said so'.

[...]

After playing some more games it was already 2AM, everyone left to go home, Kelly offering you and Nia a cab ride since it was so late, you denied it by saying you lived nearby, not disclosing how nearby though.

When everyone was gone you had started cleaning, Kara asleep on the couch after drinking and eating so much. It was going to be exhausting to do all the dishes without your powers but you found yourself just enjoying the task while humming a few songs you knew, Kara could do this in under a second, and so could you, but something in the house's ambient and warm water on your hands made you feel at ease, like you were having a domestic life with Kara, she'd be probably helping you out right now if she wasn't asleep. When you finished you left Kara a sticky note on her fridge, thinking she'd want to spend the entirety Saturday by herself, but you were proved wrong when someone knocked on your door the next morning.

Not really awake yet you got up putting on a really oversized t-shirt that almost came down to your knee over some black shorts which could only be seen by lifting the shirt that you were already wearing.

"Good morning! I brought you breakfast, I hope you like French food, I got you some Pain Au Chocolat at a very pretty restaurant in Montpellier." Kara beamed, one of her hands lifting two boxes that seemed like they could contain a medium sized cake each. Her other hand was holding a big hydro flask. "I also bought some coffee in Colombia, and this famous jiggly cheesecake from Japan." You stepped aside, letting the blonde inside your home and you closed the door behind you.

"You really like food don't you." You chuckled, not really sure that you could actually eat all that, even an Imp could get full every once in a while.

"It's for you, well, we can share. But I'd rather you eat first! I wouldn't want to leave you without any food." She smiled, putting the boxes on your kitchen counter while Streaky made an appearance to rub his body against Kara's leg.

"It's so cool that you can fly around without the suit now." Sitting down on the couch you watched Kara serve your food on two separate plates and sat down next to you.

"I did it once, or twice. To buy Lena some snacks from Milan, Dublin and Paris." She admitted, her cheeks turning pink from the slight embarrassment.

"You could've just bought me a cinnamon bun at Noonan's and I'd be the happiest." You pointed at her with your fork before taking a bite of the cheesecake, moaning at the feeling of the dessert melting in your tongue. "THIS SHIT IS FIRE!" You started eating faster like it'd be your last meal on earth.

Kara was staring at you with her cheeks flushed and eyes bulged open, but after a couple seconds she broke in laughter and started eating with you, her reaction almost as dramatic as yours.

After a nice breakfast the two of you were now just sitting on the couch, a comfortable silence taking place between the two of you as your head was resting on Kara's shoulder.

"Kara… I've got a question..." You finally spoke, feeling a tension building up in your chest.

"Yeah?" She muttered, her hand on your thigh which you only noticed when her thumb started rubbing your skin softly.

"What was it like meeting her...? Princess Nyxly..." Kara looked at you puzzled by your question and you couldn't even look up from the coffee table in front of you.

"Uhm... She was... A lot. I thought I could bring out the best in her, we were friends at first when we met in the phantom zone. I... Must admit I was quite stunned by how generous and kind she was despite her conditions, that until she showed me her true colors, and just kept doing more and more evil, all because she was thirsty for power and revenge. The whole AllStone totems thing was exhausting, it took a big emotional and physical toll on me. And when she captured Mxy, my friend, and also tricked and manipulated Dreamer into freeing her from the dream realms... Nyxly was too much, but it's one of those events in my life that made me realize I didn't want to hide anymore, and I guess I can thank her for that."

"I... Saw on the news that she was from the fifth dimension, and that she wanted revenge on her evil father... Wouldn't that make her more of an... Antihero? Rather than a real villain? She sure wasn't good but she did have solid reasons." You started rambling unconsciously, fidgeting with your thumbs while Kara pulled away from you, trying to get a better look of your face.

"You're... Not wrong. Nyxly's morals were twisted, and they wouldn't ever align with mine, but that one thing she had that I respected. She couldn't stand injustice like that. Or when Lex Luthor tried to hurt my niece, Esme, she never allowed him to ever put a finger on her. When Esme told us that I honestly thought that Nyxly could've been saved. But Lex doomed her and himself."

"That guy Lex put you through a lot, didn't he...?" You finally looked up at Kara who wanted to cry at that moment.

She just nodded, holding back a sniffle and you hugged her tight, letting her know she was okay with you.

Another long silence flooded the room, just as comfortable as the others. It was just the two of you technically cuddling on the couch after what you'd consider a gal pals brunch and a very emotional conversation, nothing out of the norm right. Right?

Suddenly Kara was alarmed and got up from the couch, leaving you confused until she explained her emergency.

"Superfriends meeting, sorry. I'll be back asap. Pinky promise." She intertwined her finger with yours very quickly before flying out of your window. Not even letting you respond or anything.

"Aight…" You found yourself having to eat at least most of what Kara brought you, Streaky staring at you from his napping spot on the floor.

[to be continued]

[heilith]

A Dream or True

As prompted by @lathalea​ (thank you very much + that handshake, you know which) - “I heard you talking in your sleep”

Can also pass as another piece for the Sickeningly sweet cliches challenge - “Having a dream about them”.

I don’t even know about this one, I think I got a bit carried away with building sentences. :) Ah, well, you never know how it turns out, when you start. Be kind to your insecure author. 

I’m my own beta, and a very illiterate one to that.

Not sure about  “êl nin” , but from what I gather, it should literally be “my star”.

Edaine is what those snobbish Elves call us, poor mortals.

Ok, long story short, here it is: 

A Dream or True

“Be calm, êl nin…”

You dove out of the dream, shuddering.

A soothing whisper came with as soothing a hand, gliding down your hair. You leaned into the touch, not completely in the wakeful world yet, but already knowing your fears were nothing but a trick of a troubled mind.  

You were all troubled these days.

He was sitting in bed – a faintly glowing silhouette, looming over you in the warm half-darkness.  

There had been times when you’d been forcing yourself to accept all that loving an Elf entailed.

Including being shy of pressing yourself against that lit-up body, and always afraid of ruining the wonder of it with your too earthly caress.    

“You are awake,” you regretted speaking up immediately. There was still too much sadness in your voice.

It was already enough that you’d stirred him up mere hours before the patrol.  

“I heard you talking in your sleep,” his palm was stroking your forehead absent-mindedly.  

“Humans sometimes do.”

“Do they also cry?” asked he, brushing his fingers against your cheekbone to show you the traces of moisture on them.

“It was a nightmare,” you put your best effort into a dismissive shrug.

“A nightmare?”

He’d been having his share of getting familiar with your mortal quirks, too.

The concept of dreaming was not completely alien to his kind, but not to Haldir, as you had come to comprehend. Years upon years of watchful nights and days, when death was the only sleep he could expect, had untaught him to indulge in any kinds of visions. His dreams were twilight and soundlessness.

You mourned for that lost part of him, in secret, knowing only too well that pity came hand in hand with humiliation for him.

He never denied you consolation, but he was having none of yours. And that you had learned to accept, too.  

“A bad dream,” you said, “Nightmares make us ache, they may be scary or upsetting. But they are not dangerous. You shouldn’t be worried.”

He nodded slowly.  

The night was still deep, and you couldn’t boast of the endurance of an Elf. There would be time for explanations tomorrow.

The inches of sheets between you turned an easy distance, and you nestled by his side and closed your eyes, ready for a better dream this time.  

But he decided otherwise. You had to return to the reality, where his lips claimed yours with the tentativeness, that was just too uncommon for him. You usual kisses had everything to them – the love, the yearning, the mutual affection, the raw desperation that he withheld till the bitterest of partings, when none of you could tell if there was an hour you would meet again. But now his whole self was radiating uncertainty.

He moaned into your mouth, pleading for you to let him in. You gave in to him, stealing your hands up his back, his muscles tightening in response.

One thing was for sure – it wasn’t a kiss of comfort.

You could only gasp, when he pulled back abruptly.

“Why does it feel like this?” demanded he in a desperate undertone.

“Like what?”

You could name several ways it had felt, but none of them required an elaboration.

“Like it’s wanted. Like I’m loved.”

A laugh rose and died in your chest at the sight of his frown, a rare guest on the features of someone who’d mastered reserved to the point where it was irksome.  

“Because you are,” you told him earnestly, “Is this so wrong?”

As unsmiling, he contoured your lips with the tips of his fingers, slowly, like it was the last time he was allowed to do it. And bent low to kiss you again, and once more, his deep sigh becoming you breath.      

“No, Haldir…Please, no…Haldir, please…” he spoke in a dull tone of an unwilling reciter, “No.”

A surge of anguish, you had almost ousted out of your mind, rushed back and choked you anew. You stiffened in his arms, trying you best not to curl up to live through it with less damage to your heart.

“Forgive me,” but he didn’t sound regretful, “I pried into your …nightmare. Elves sometimes do.”

His hand never stopped its calming travel along your cheek, down you neck, across your chest…

“It was me. I was kissing you…And I was unwelcome.”  

“I didn’t invite you to my dreams.”

“You called my name,” objected he with a rueful curve of his mouth, “How could I fail to come?”  

You knew not if you had to be sad, or angry, or let it go to bloody Orcs and love him out of his doubts.

Haldir made the choice for you.

“I’d known that love fades quickly in Edain. I’d known I should have scorned you. But you made me weak. You offered yourself to me, and I couldn’t stand thinking of a refusal,” his eyes bored into yours, icily azure and desperately beseeching, ”Is this how it begins?”

You didn’t wish to say it, but, driven by the resentment, your tongue was quicker than your good reason.

“What if it is? What if you are…you will become unwanted? What if I take it all back?”

His face was hardening with each new word, until the one you saw before you was that tight-lipped, nameless March Warden, who had had you at an arrow’s point, when you had crossed the borders of this place for the first time, and had stood between you and the death in the hopeless battle at Helm’s Deep.    

“Will you?” asked he, in a familiar listless tone of his.  

“Do you want to know?”

It could be a moment. It could be an hour, ten hours, a millennium.

His shoulders were relaxing gradually. Having twitched them slightly, he lay back onto the pillows and had his eye-lashes meet at last.    

“Tomorrow is a long day, êl nin,” murmured he into the dark, more gray than black already, as the morning was seeping into the woods little by little, “Rest well.”

Silence overcame the room, the grim kind of it, when any sound could only bring on more unhappiness.

Lucky he was that you didn’t intend to let it linger.  

“I have a mind to torture you, Haldir,” you said mildly, “For your mistrust. But I will not. In that nightmare it was I who was unwelcome. It was you who had rejected me. I tried to mend it with a kiss, but…I cried, because it broke my heart. But so help me, if you ever make me speak of it again, I swear I’ll be what you think me to be and find another Elf to love. There’s a whole realm of you to choose from.”  

A heavy frame pressed you hard into the bed. Deprived of all chances to move, you opened your mouth to beg for a breath and was silenced by the merciless lips for a good whole minute.    

“Let them come,” the statement was laced with a dangerous promise.

You weaved your arms around his neck, not holding in the laughter anymore.  

“Have you no heart?” whispered he, trailing soft kisses along your ear, “How was I to live with it?”

“Forever,” you refused to show a bit of remorse, “Isn’t it what you, Elves, do?”

No response came, save for a growl of frustration. His body seemed to become only a weightier burden upon yours.

“Haldir,” you tried to push him off – with little effect, “Haldir, let me go. I need my sleep.”

“No,” deadpanned he with a shake of his head, “Not tonight.”

And your every cell was happy that he meant it.

[strxwberrylemonxde]

BNHA Boys w/ a S/O Who's Scared of the Future

Featuring: Deku, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Mirio

Genre: Comfort

Warning: Bad writing 💀 I did this late at night

Word Count: 1.27k

A/N - This was very very self-indulgent… School starts again in two days and I'm already sad 😭 Also, I'm so sorry that there's such large gaps between writing, I've been having very low serotonin boosts lately 💀 Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! Also also, I've been thinking about writing for Demon Slayer~

Being scared of the future is valid

And Izuku is going to remind you of that

Thinking about life after high school was something that made you anxious

Were you ready to face something new?

I get the feeling Izuku gets uneasy about the future at times as well

With everything that's happened in his life so far, he’s definitely aware that the future can change very drastically, for better or for worse, and he knows well enough how scary it can be to face the future

But he keeps pushing forward with a smile on his face

And he would encourage you to do the same thing

He’ll sit you down with him one day and list all the things he wants to do in the future with you

He wants to put your mind at ease, and by doing so, he wants to have you think about all the good things to look forward to in the future

A future with him would be filled with love and happiness, and that’s what he wants to fill your mind with

“Hey, we don’t have to think of all the scary stuff yet, we still have time dear. Instead, think about the future in terms of us! What kind of house would you like? Would you like kids? Pets? Haha, how about a wedding?”

Life after high school could wait for now bc now, you’ll have much more to look forward to now than you did before

You hated how quickly time seemed to move

It only felt like yesterday you were still a child, dreaming about your life in the future, coming up with careers you want and the type of house you’d buy

At that age, you wanted to grow up fast, to experience independence outside of the little bubble of your childhood

But now, it seemed that that future you were so desperate to see was coming a little too quickly

You felt silly really, wanting so frantically to go out into the world and live your life the way you want to

But the thing about humans is that we often dislike change

Some of us don’t want to abandon the things we’ve grown accustomed to

And Katsuki was quick to notice that

He could practically feel your tension, and every time he tried to bring it up, he hated how much it affected you

There was a little part in him that wanted to put those fears to rest

“Idiot, the future is gonna happen whether you like it or not. It’s better to just face it now than to sit and wait until it’s already here. You’re the only one who can build your future the way you want it, and the way I see it, I think you’re gonna create a damn amazing future for yourself. So stop worrying, okay?”

He knows you have the guts to grab the future by the throat, so what’s stopping you from doing just that

Sometimes thinking about the future made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach

As you approached the end of your high school career, left and right, there was always something or someone there to remind you to start thinking about future

What you want to be, what kind of hero you want to be, how to get there, it was all buzzing in your head at once, and sometimes you thought it best to just avoid it

Avoid it and face it until you were ready

But, would you ever be ready?

All these questions filled the back of your mind

What would happen after you graduated?

Would you be able to live the life you want to live?

What happens next?

Shoto knew the feeling

Pressures from his father about his future always seemed to piss him off

He would rather think about that stuff at his own pace, and he wanted to remind you to do the same

“Hmm, well I believe you don’t have to think about all of it now. Try taking things at your pace. By the time the future is here, I think you’ll be ready, so don’t worry about it too much, okay? I’ll be here to remind you of it because no one can pressure you into thinking about it too soon.”

Kiri knew exactly how you felt

As excited as he is to become a hero like Crimson Riot, there’s still this part of him that still likes to latch onto the idea that he’s still making his way through his teen years

As he starts to progress through high school, he’s come to realize how close graduation is coming and no matter how hyped he tries to be, there’s still this twinge of sadness in his chest about having to leave behind the memories he’s made at U.A.

He knows you feel the same way, and he’s gonna take the time to cuddle with you and express your feelings about the future with each other

He wants to remind you that no matter how sad you get about moving forward, that he’s happy he got to spend his high school life with you and all the friends you’ve made

He probably uses that as a way to convince himself not to be sad as well

“Look at me sunshine, we’re gonna be exploring our future together, alright! And we’re gonna do it with a smile on our faces because no matter how sad it is knowing we have to say goodbye to everything we’ve built here, I’m just so happy that it happened, and that it happened with you. I love you so much!”

There’s such a reassuring presence to Kirishima when he’s there to comfort you about your fears

He shines a light in your mind and heart, and he always manages to make you feel that everything is going to be just fine

“And besides, thinking about my future now seems less scary when I know you’re gonna be in it! I hope I’ll be in yours too, sunshine!

New Years had just come and gone

And now, it wasn’t long until your 18th birthday

And with it, graduation

You were, quite literally, on the cusp of a breakdown

Maybe it was the uncertainty of the future that scared you or the fear of having to say goodbye to your teen years, not really ready to grow up quite yet

Whatever it is that’s making you so uneasy about the future, you know Mirio would be there to guide you through it

He’s the type that looks at life with a smile on his face

Nothing ever seems to bring him down, and he’s going to do his hardest to spread that positivity over to you

He’s going to remind you that the future is going to be scary, but there will always be people beside you, walking with you every step of the way

And he’s going to remind you that the future is going to be what you make of it

“Sunshine, as scary as it may be, the future is going to be what you make of it, and I think that you’re gonna make it the most beautiful life you’ve ever lived”

He’s gonna grab your face with both hands, look you in the eyes, and kiss your nose, telling you:

“And whatever you make of it is bound to be good, because I’ll be right here beside you to see it”

[devildomimagines]

MC Almost Gets Abducted by a Flying Demon

Hello~

You ever just have an idea that occupies your head and won’t go away until you write it? Yeah this was one of those.

You’re out with your favorite demon brother and some demon thinks it would be a good idea to try to take you away.

Warning for angst, injuries and kidnapping attempts.

Belphegor

The day had passed without event. Belphie and you were relaxing under a tree in the park.

You offered to go buy some drinks. 

Although he was clearly comfortable, he offered to get the drinks instead.

You smiled as you watched him push himself up and trudged to the closest store. Who said he was selfish?

A few leaves had fallen on the blanket while you had been watching Belphie. You brushed them off.

As you waited for his return a couple more leaves fell. Annoyed, you brushed them off and looked up at the tree.

You were not expecting to make eye contact with a demon in the branches that was already watching you.

Before your mind could make a connection, the demon swooped down and grabbed your arm and leg.

“Belphegor!” You hollered as you clung to the branch with your free arm. The demon was strong and it felt like you would either lose your grip or be torn in half if this kept up any longer.

Belphie was back in a flash, he was already in his demon form.

He was looking between you and the demon trying to figure out what he can do when your grip on the branch faltered.

His tail shot out and grabbed your arm. The barbs bit at your skin but the tuft of soft hair at the end of his tail rested gently against your face reassuring as he moved you towards him.

Once close enough, Belphie grabbed your hand and arm and removed his tail.

The demon looked back to see what was happening and why they couldn’t make their escape. They locked eyes with Belphie’s glare and immediately dropped you to run.

Luckily you were closer to the ground now and fell onto the blanket, your arm still in Belphie’s grasp.

You tried to take a few deep breaths but when you looked up at Belphie, you just broke.

He sat down in front of you and hugged you to his body as your cries were released. Belphie whispered, “I’m sorry MC.”

He felt guilty having left you alone and then further hurting you with the spikes on his tail. The places that the demon had been pulling on you were already blooming into bruises. It reminded him of the time in the attic and his emotions are spiraling. 

When he pulls away slightly to double check your injuries, you see his eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill at any second but he was putting on a brave face for you. You tried to do the same in the moment, for him.

Beelzebub

The two of you had been walking down the street when an ice cream stand caught his attention.

You sat on the nearby bench waiting for him to return.

He was on the way back to you, his ice cream already finished and he was eyeing yours, maybe just a lick?

That is until he heard your scream. He dropped the ice cream to run back to where he left you.

You weren’t on the bench and his heart dropped into his stomach as he looked around. 

You saw him from the air and howled, “Beel!!”

He instantly looked up and found you. Beel ran through the streets transforming into his demon form until he was underneath you and the demon. With a powerful jump, he was flying straight up towards you.

The demon was surprised at the speed that Beel was approaching. In a desperate attempt to leave with their life, the demon threw you to the side and escaped the other way.

You screamed as you started plummeting towards the ground.

Beel was fast and caught you before you could fall far.

You gripped at his clothes as tightly as you could, with hiccupping sobs you whispered his name over and over, “Beel, Beel.”

He hugged you into his body firmly, “I’ve got you,” he assured as you two lowered to the ground, his wings buffering the descent.

Once on the pavement, he placed you back on your feet gently and only pried you away to assess injuries. “Are you ok? Where does it hurt?”

You rubbed your eyes and face, trying to regain composure to answer but the sensation of Beel pushing you away hurt and made you feel worse.

He promptly pulled you back into a hug, noting your crying was worse than when he held you.

“I want to go home,” you finally requested.

Beel nodded and picked you up to carry you back to the House of Lamentation.

Asmodeus

Asmo was surrounded by a group of his fans.

These encounters usually didn’t take long. They would snap a few pictures, he might sign something he collaborated on, a few more pictures or videos and they would be on their way.

This was one of the times where you weren’t included, sometimes being a human was interesting enough to warrant a picture but today’s group only wanted Asmo’s attention.

This was pretty common so you didn’t mind stepping aside and waiting while he did his thing. You were secure enough to know he’d come back to you once he appeased his fans.

With the free moment, you took out your D.D.D. to check the time. 

You two were still ahead of schedule so another moment for the fans wouldn’t be an issue.

That is until your snatched into the air. You dropped your D.D.D. in surprise and screamed.

Asmo was looking for you and spotted your form struggling in the air.

He was angry and the fans backed up a few steps when he changed into his demon form.

One bold fan tried to hold him in place for a quick picture and he brushed them off.

His attention was completely on you and he jumped into pursuit.

His wings were out of practice but he still gained on the demon.

You cried out for him and he tried to offer you a reassuring smile that you would be safe soon.

The demon looked over its shoulder at Asmo’s chase and when their eyes met, Asmo began charming them. “Release MC~”

The demon slowed and started letting you go.

Asmo swooped in and caught you as the demon completely removed its talons from your clothes.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Asmo began soothing as he flew as far away as he could.

“Asmo,” you whimpered into his neck.

“I know MC, I’m so sorry, that must have been really scary.”

He held you close all the way home and for a long time after.

Satan

You had been enjoying your time with Satan at an outdoor cafe.

He went inside briefly to get refills. As he was reminding the barista what you each had, he heard a commotion, broken glassware and chairs scuffing the ground, “another fight?” a tired employee asked.

Then you screamed Satan’s name. His breath stopped as he pushed people out of his way to get back outside.

Your table was on its side and you were fighting the demon that was dragging you along by your hair and an arm.

You happened to look back and found Satan. “Help!”

You didn’t have to ask, he turned to his demon form in a fiery flash. Most other demons vacated, no one wanted to stick around the warpath of Wrath incarnate.

His tail whipped the demon’s leg holding your hair. The demon screeched and released its hold.

The release was enough for you to throw your weight away from the demon, that and another whip of Satan’s tail had you freed.

You stumbled towards Satan and he caught you.

“You’re hurt!” he observed, scandalized and new rage bubbling. If you didn’t need medical attention, he’d be hunting the demon.

You were shaken. Your trembling hand went to the scratches and punctures on your arm and shoulder. Although it came away bloody, you didn’t yet feel the pain, “huh.”

“MC?” Satan asked, now worried about your lack of response. He started smoothing your hair while searching your eyes.

“Hm?” You responded but your eyes were glazed over, not really seeing him.

“You’re in shock,” Satan determined, “Let’s go home, ok?” He took your hand on the less affected side and began leading you.

“Ok,” you repeated.

About halfway home it started to hit you. Your legs got heavy, the pain in your shoulder and arm started throbbing, and tears threatened to escape your eyes.

When you began slowing, Satan turned to check on you. Your watery eyes and uneven breathing were dead giveaways your shock had worn off. “Come here,” he pulled you into his arms.

“Satan,” you whined, him being sweet was pushing you over the edge.

“I know,” He adjusted his grip and you realized he was getting ready to carry you so you jumped slightly to wrap your legs around him. “I was so scared,” Satan admitted, “I can’t even imagine how you felt.”

With his confession of being afraid, you broke down into a hard cry.

He held you tightly as he carried you the rest of the way home.

Leviathan

Levi had ducked into a store to check if they had the new release of a game. You stayed outside sipping your beverage and scrolling through your D.D.D.

You hadn’t even seen the demon until it had you in its grasp.

“Levi!” you yelled. Would he even hear you from inside the shop? “Leviiii!” You poured everything you had into your next, “Leviathan!!”

He rushed out from the store looking around for you in a panic.

“Over here!” you cried. You tried to undo the claws holding onto you.

The demon wasn’t flying very high, maybe to keep a low profile.

Levi ran through the crowd, gaining ground on you and the demon. He was already in his demon form and his eyes never left you.

As soon as he was in range, his tail extended and wrapped around the demon’s ankle holding it in place.

The demon struggled for a minute but decided you were not worth the head-on fight with one of the rulers of the realm.

The demon dropped you and you fell the short distance to the pavement, your legs weren’t ready and you collapsed.

Levi was in front of you in a second. You looked up to see he was flustered, angry, and searching you for injuries.

Your shoulders throbbed and your ankles and knees beat in the same rhythm but that wasn’t why you were crying. No, you were crying because, for maybe the first time in the Devildom, you were scared.

Levi wasn’t sure what to say but he couldn’t stand by and watch you cry. He crouched down and held you for a moment before picking you up off the floor.

You wrapped your hands around his neck seeking comfort in his familiar presence.

Your sobs quieted as he walked you two home. When the roaring in your ears died down, you could hear he was talking, maybe rambling. 

You still weren’t in a mental place to make sense of what he was saying but you could tell his words were filled with love trying to distract you.

Mammon

It was flea market day, which meant the two of you were browsing the selection.

Mammon was fond of the flea market because, “Ya never know what you’ll find and one demon’s trash is another’s treasure.”

The stalls lined the street and Mammon flitted from side to side checking out the vendors.

He was totally in his element, bargaining prices and sifting through piles of goods.

You mainly walked along the middle path, maybe following Mammon up to a vendor if something caught your eye. Right now you were at a separate stall but still close by.

Unfortunately not close enough when a demon decided you were the prize of the flea market.

They swooped down and picked you up into the air by your waist.

The pressure made it hard to take a big gulp of air so your call to Mammon was too weak to hear over the crowd.

You tried to pour all your magic ability into your pact with Mammon to alert him.

It worked! Mammon was in the middle of the street looking around for you.

You tried yelling again, “Mammon!”

He looked up and locked on to you.

You never saw him turn into his demon form so fast. He was airborne in the next second.

The demon grunted when he realized he was being followed. They looked down to see it was Mammon.

When they made eye contact, Mammon growled loud enough, even from a distance, to show how angry he was.

The demon must have decided you weren’t worth the hassle and dropped you.

Finally able to yell at full capacity you wailed for Mammon. You landed in his arms.

“I got you,” he comforted as he watched the demon fly away. He wouldn’t let this go, no one steals his treasure.

At the sound of your crying, Mammon looked down at you holding onto his collar and hiding your face in his neck.

“I’ve got you MC,” he reminded, softer this time. He shifted you so you could properly hug him as he started towards home.

Lucifer

He looked away for only a second when someone called out to him. His grip on you loosened and then he let go as he dealt with the person who had drawn his attention.

It was long enough for the demon to swoop in overhead.

The shock took over at first and you were frozen as the demon’s talons clawed at your shoulders.

When you regained some semblance of recognition, you called “L-Luci-” but the demon wrapped its tail around your mouth to silence you.

You tried to get the tail off to try calling again when you caught his face in the crowd, slowly getting further away.

He saw you hold a hand out for him with the other still desperately trying to pull at the tail from around your head.

Lucifer quickly transformed into his demon form and jumped into the air.

The demon was quick, dodging between other flyers, and through architecture, they clearly had planned their escape to some degree.

The demon had not planned on how fast Lucifer was in the sky. He doesn’t usually fly around to get from one place to another but he had centuries of flight experience under his belt.

He was close, maybe five feet away. He could hear your muffled cries and could see the tears staining your face.

The rage and hurt you found on his face was unlike anything you had seen on his features.

Lucifer had caught up without the demon realizing, you gripped at his arms as he silently gauged how he could free you. 

When you started crying harder, he opted for the straightforward answer, he wrapped an arm around your waist and grabbed the tail that was wrapped around your head. The flesh under his hand sizzled and the demon yelped. Instantly, the tail unwrapped your head and the talons released you.

“Lucifer!” You cried as he adjusted his hold on you, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Shh,” Lucifer tried to calm you and his rage, it wasn’t directed at you but it must have left a bad taste for you to apologize. “It’s not your fault.”

“I, I,” but you couldn’t finish the sentence before breaking down once more.

Lucifer felt the tears fall on his neck and shoulder and it hurt as if his own heart was breaking.

He started towards the House of Lamentation silently. He couldn’t think of anything to soothe so he rubbed your back as he supported you in the air.

Once you had calmed enough to find your voice, you asked, “Can we go home?”

“Of course,” Lucifer smiled softly. His heart warmed to hear anything but your crying but especially that you thought of the HOL as home. “We’re almost there.”

[the-insomniac-emporium]

I love your writing.

if it's not too much trouble may i make a request? I'm thinking the Dimitrescu women meeting and/or courting a fellow immortal.

the circumstances of the immortal's powers and possession of immorality are entirely up to you. I just like the idea of them meeting someone they could literally spend forever with...because they deserve it ❤

I wasn't sure if you wanted a story or headcanons? I went with HCs, here, but if you wanted more of a drabble or whatever just lemme know and I'll write something like that.

Also, I got excited and carried away so this has the whole Dimitrescu family, plus shorter ones for both Mother Miranda and Donna. Admittedly Alcina's is also a little on the shorter side? I tried to write everything that came to mind, but I am kinda tired right now, sorry. Might reblog this and add some more later.

(Under read-more for length)

Cassandra:

Tries (and fails) to hide her excitement. Mortality is one of the bigger things that has made her keep her distance to others, at least in the past. Every Maiden she’s ever been the slightest bit smitten with, up until this point, has been incredibly fragile. Seeing as she’s not exactly the softest person, one can easily imagine why that would be a turn off for her. But now that’s no longer a problem!

On the other had… having an immortal partner gives Cassandra pause. Why? Because what if they breakup? Normally, she can just, ahem, “dispose” of any exes (regardless of how much it hurts) so she doesn’t have to see them/deal with them anymore. If that’s not an option, she’ll definitely take longer than usual to do anything about her feelings. She wants to be sure, 100%, before she gets in over her head. Chances are she won’t hold back for as long as she wants though.

Likely to have a loud, messy confession. She’ll have been avoiding you for a few days, always ducking out of whatever rooms you enter, leaving you both hurt and confused. After enlisting the help of her sisters, you’ll be able to corner her outside. She’ll tell you, under no uncertain circumstances, to leave her alone. But you’ll refuse, demanding an explanation.

“I thought we had something. I thought you cared,” you’ll snap, eyes watering. “If that’s changed… if I was wrong, just tell me. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” Cue thunder and raining (because tropes) and Cassandra dramatically pulling you into a kiss, holding you so tightly you think you might bruise. Then she’s demanding that you stay, refusing to apologize but making it clear just how much she does care.

Being immortal, you’re not as defenseless as some of Cassandra’s past interests. Naturally, she doesn’t get quite as protective as she normally would. She’ll still have your back no matter what, ready to fight by your side against any foe, and will probably consider doing so a “fun bonding activity”. Oh, some lycans are encroaching on Dimitrescu territory? Time to go destroy them, as a power couple!

Despite having all the time in the world, Cassandra won’t change much of her actual courting behavior, nor the rate at which things advance. She’s still gonna get handsy fairly early on, still gonna “rah!” at you in the hallways, and still going to struggle with her jealousy.

Immortality Compatibility: I can see Cassandra going for another vampire (or vampire adjacent) creature, or someone demonic. She likes her lovers a bit rough, with some nice bite to their personalities. If you’ve got sharp teeth, or claws, or glowing eyes? Oh boy, she’s gonna be making heart eyes at you all the time.

Bela:

If your immortality isn’t immediately obvious, Bela is over the moon with joy when she finds out. Her eyes will go wide for a moment, before she tries to seem calm (so as to not freak you out), but her heart is pounding. This is what she’s been hoping for. As much as Mother Miranda has done for her family, there’s no guarantee that she’d be willing to give more. Even if Miranda granted Bela’s lover her “gift”, there was no telling what the results would be, or if the lover would survive. Now that there’s no need for such a transformation, it’s far easier for Bela to imagine herself in love (and eventually be in love).

Slow-burn romance over a decade or longer, oops. Doesn’t even necessarily mean to take things so slowly, just doesn’t feel a need to rush things, preferring that they develop organically. With both of you having unlimited time, you’re both used to working on a very large timescale. Maidens watching the two of you probably place bets on how long it’ll take you to hold hands for the first time. Everyone knows it’s coming, but no matter how much Cassandra and Daniela complain, Bela refuses to jump into things. By the time the two of you are officially together, you’re probably madly in love with each other.

More protective than Cassandra, if only because she knows just how rare you are. Immortal or not, you likely still have a weakness, and Bela will do everything in her power to make sure no one else knows what it is. If applicable, she will also ensure she has a countermeasure readily available. For example: If you were weak to fire, she’d make sure that the castle keeps extinguishers handy, just in case. Though they should probably already do that. Not that the Dimitrescu family cares much for OSHA compliance.

Somehow grows more in love with you with every passing year, and makes sure that you know this. Whether you’ve been together for one year or one century (because in this house we ignore canon), she’s always performing little acts of love, giving constant reminders of how strongly she feels. Gifts, special dates, book recommendations, etc.

Immortality Compatibility: Bela seems like the type to go for someone with a calming presence, and perhaps somewhat of a contrast to herself. I can picture her with someone somewhat angelic, or druidic, someone very in tune with nature. She’d love to feed deer with you and relax in the forest! Or lay against a tree by your side, listening to you talk about various microorganisms for hours at a time.

Daniela:

Practically tackles you when she finds out/connects the dots. This is just like one of her romance novels, where a lonely (attractive as fuck) immortal spends years in isolation before finally meeting the love of their life, who they get to spend the rest of eternity with. Absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. Won’t stop kissing you and pulling you close, rambling about how great it’s gonna be to spend your lives together. Honestly? Kind of overwhelming. You might have to remind her a few times that you don’t have to rush into things, considering you have all the time in the world.

Introduces you to people as her “super cool/rad immortal life partner”. Genuinely cannot bring herself to not brag about you. If her sisters haven’t found someone like you yet, you can bet that Daniela will tease them about it all the time (much to their annoyance). If Momma Alcina doesn’t, though? Dani will keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much (being grounded at her age does not impress the s/o).

Tries not to show it, but she’s actually very nervous. You’re immortal! You’ve probably seen a lot of shit (she certainly has)! Worries about keeping you interested in her, though she would never admit it. This tends to lead to her performing ridiculous acts to showcase her affection, regardless of the cost or, like, whether or not you’d even enjoy whatever she has planned. In order to counter her anxiety, you’ll want to reassure her whenever you can, and give her plenty of “I love you”s.

Strikes a decent balance between Cassandra’s nonchalant attitude and Bela’s protectiveness. Will defend you if you need it, playing up the romantic aspect, but also entirely willing to hide behind you in a scary situation.

Immortality Compatibility: Having probably read Twilight… Dani would date a werewolf, as long as they weren’t the smelly kind. Also interested in a sort of “magical”/elemental type, especially if their powers are influenced by emotions. In other words, if someone flirts with her in front of you, and your response is to subconsciously light your hands/the other person on fire? She thinks that’s hot, pun intended.

Alcina:

“Oh? Interesting,” she’d say, smiling softly (and trying to ignore the heat rushing to her face). Similarly to Cassandra, she’d try to play it off, not wanting to seem too excited. And, well, she’s not as excited as any of her daughters are. After all, she’s had more time than them to “get used” to the idea of outliving any potential romantic interests. So, she’s not exactly desperate for a relationship, even with someone she could spend an eternity with.

That being said, if she is romantically interested in them, she’s very relieved. Outliving a loved one can be incredibly traumatizing (fuck you c*pcom, you know what you did), and knowing that you’re safe (or at least safer than most) brings her no small amount of comfort.

Also, just glad to have another person close to her age around. Her daughters are somewhat stuck as young adults, and I imagine Alcina would want someone who gained immortality a little later in life, such as herself, as opposed to, ya know, reminding her of her children. That probably goes without saying. Hopefully.

More so than her daughters, Alcina would change her level of protectiveness depending on her s/o’s power level. If you’re a shapeshifter who can also turn into a big ass dragon? Then she’s not going to coddle you. If you’re immortal but still vulnerable, then she’s going to do her best to keep you safe, even going so far as to enlist the assistance of her daughters. “If you see a single Maiden growing mistletoe, or bringing some in from the village, let me know immediately,” or something like that, depending on your weakness.

Immortality Compatibility: Definitely would want someone in a situation similar to herself, having once been truly human, only to be “elevated” by something. Bonus points if you’re another disciple of Miranda, double bonus points if Miranda specifically “made” you to be Alcina’s boo/honey/darling/dear.

Bonus! Mother Miranda:

Oh god finally someone who won’t leave her (can’t leave her). No one can take you away from her, and that’s a relief that she’s been craving for over a century. Even if romance isn’t high on her priority list, she welcomes it with open arms, glad to have someone by her side through all of life’s chaos.

Admittedly slow to trust at first, probably just using you as a tool at first. But prove yourself enough, show that your devotion is more than just misdirected self-interest, and she’ll start to warm up to you. Forming a real relationship would likely take a couple decades, similar to with Bela. Once you are together, however, the two of you are inseparable in all matters.

You’d be her #1 follower, most trusted adviser, and the only person allowed to understand 100% of her thoughts and motives. While Miranda wouldn’t allow you to be seen as the same level as her (sorry), you’d still be a legend among the villagers. To them, you’re Mother Miranda’s champion, the epitome of a devoted follower that they all aspire to emulate. Not that they know the two of you are a couple, though.

Immortality Compatibility: No gimmicks, no cheap tricks, she wants (and respects) a fellow scientist, someone who clawed their way through adversity and forged themselves into something indestructible. Double the interest if you did so for a similar cause to her own, as she would appreciate your ability to relate to her suffering.

Bonus! Donna:

Someone to play with! FOREVER! No more losing people she cares about, no more accidentally breaking people, no more people scrambling to leave. Now that she has you, she can finally spend some quality time with another (living?) person. Honestly her dolls (or at least Angie) are just as excited as she is. Regardless of her relations with the other three Lords, Donna much prefers the company of a lover.

For real though she’s shy as hell and you might not even realize who’s pulling the strings until you’ve been in her house for over a year. She’d probably use her powers to trap you inside, at least at first, though they’d be nice hallucinations. You’d have to treat the dolls nicely, especially Angie, before she’d let you interact with her.

Eventually you’d be allowed to leave, and you’d be given a key to return whenever you wanted to. Assuming that you do, in fact, come back, the two of you would have a very, very slow romance, if only because of Donna’s anxiety. Hand holding makes both of your faces turn beet red, seriously.

Immortality Compatibility: *chanting* GHOST GIRLFRIEND GHOST GIRLFRIEND POLTERGEIST PARTNER POLTERGEIST PARTNER WOOHOO! Something with a flexible, only-sometimes-tangible form, who absolutely could have left at any time but didn’t because they wanted to stay.

[pwarkluv]

❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words 

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes. 

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. 

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went. 

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside. 

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least. 

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit. 

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life. 

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways. 

he just wanted to be loved. 

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood. 

jisung wanted that, craved that. 

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt. 

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs. 

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

-

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home. 

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in. 

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind. 

-

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself. 

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option. 

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty. 

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard. 

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do. 

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him. 

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

-

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.  what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up. 

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on. 

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind. 

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing. 

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window. 

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room. 

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention. 

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along. 

[thebadboyfanclub]

It’s Alright Darling (Sherlock x Reader)

Ok... Was this requested? No. Am I writing it cause anything Henry Cavill related makes me feel happy? Yes. Enjoy!

Being Sherlock Holmes assistant was something a lot of people would kill for and that makes it even better if you think about the irony of it. However, since Sherlock wasn’t a normal person to mostly everything he did, he had decided to hire a woman as his assistant, Mycroft called him mad and unhinged almost every time he brought up her name. (Y/n) was one of the most intelligent people he had ever been around, combining that with a charming personality was the recipe to success.

“Well, well, well I see my brother is full of surprises”

“Hello there Mycroft is so nice to see you again as well”

She spoke in an clearly ironic tone as she took of her gloves, she was never a fan of hats other than the occasions she knew she would be under the sun for hours. As she walked in the living room area for what seemed like their childhood home, Sherlock had requested for (y/n) to arrive a day later than the brothers, knowing that her and his older brother were like oil and water he chose to “prepare the grounds” first.

“Where is the young little Holmes?”

“Inside, talking with miss Harrison”

“Alright... who is miss Harrison?”

“Miss Harrison is an excellent teacher and a friend of mine, come to think of it maybe you should go in and ask her to take you as well... you might be a bit old but I’m sure she can make an exception”

Mycroft found (y/n) intolerant, she was dismissive, unladylike, mouthy and a feminist, he still does not understand what asset do she brought to his younger brother. She only smiled while sitting at one of the chairs

“I will let you know I was an excellent student in all my academic achievements, although I suppose you were one as well that doesn’t really prove someone’s intelligence or manners, right mister Holmes?”

Sherlock let a laugh be heard at (y/n)’s quick response, even though he would never take sides and sometimes wanted them to get along, he had accepted that it would never happen and simply enjoyed the situation.

“Amused brother? Of course you are as mad as her since you didn’t only hire her, you kept her around and brought her in my home”

“Now Now mister Holmes, what type of gentleman would you be if you threaten to through out not just a lady but your younger brothers guest, unfortunately you are just further proving my point about our little quarrel”

Before he had the chance to respond a young girl walked in, wearing a white undergarment dress and looking disheveled. The girl who (y/n) could only assume was the infamous Enola didn’t even notice her being in this room.

“No, don’t do this to me. Let me remain happy, I am happy here”

“You are a young woman now Enola, you need an education”

“Test me, on anything you think I need to know in order to be sufficient for this world”

“If she taught you so well, you wouldn’t be standing in your undergarment in front of me”

Silence fell in the room for a quick second. His disgusting answer to his own sister made (Y/n) get on her feet, Enola quickly let her gaze fall on the young woman that was now in her house.

“Why is that a problem Mister Holmes? Undergarments are scandalous for the men when a woman they are interested in wears them, she is your underaged sister”

“This is a family matter, it does not- I repeat- does not concern you”

“Of course it does not concern me, but it does concern me when a young girl is being held accountable for walking in her home, to her brothers, completely covered and still being shamed for it”

Enola understood by that quick argument the lady was not here because of Mycroft, so it only meant she was Sherlocks company, she is not his wife since if not invited he would have at least informed their mother, so perhaps a girlfriend?

“Enola you have no hopes of making a husband out of your state, neither do you... miss (y/l/n)”

“I don’t want a husband”

Enola claimed, raising her voice at the ridiculous claim her brother made. Even though they haven’t been properly introduced they had developed a mutually liking for each other, at a brief look they seemed to have the same outlook on life.

“And that is another thing you need to have educated out of you”

At that Enola turned to look at her other brother, Sherlock, who had remained radio silent throughout this entire conversation. Enola kneeled in front of him, as Sherlock looked at her and then broke eye contact to look down at the book he was holding.

“Sherlock, Don’t let him do this to me”

“You are his ward”

“Make me yours. Guide me. Teach me. For him I am nuisance. For you-”

“Enola. I’m sorry, but it’s out of my hands”

“Just like his cruelty to our mother was out of your hands”

Cruelty to their mother? No, Sherlock would have never allowed his mother to go through anything, he is a man of honor... isn’t he? (Y/n) felt her stomach tighten as she saw this tragic scene unravel, she hoped Sherlock would have accepted and took her in.

“She is not dangerous. She is remarkable and always has been. And if you still can’t see that then shame on you both”

“So remarkable she left you in my care”

Mycroft shot back. (Y/n) could almost feel the pain the young girl felt, you could see it in her eyes how that was an arrow straight in her heart. (Y/n) decided to step up and try to help, she approached the young girl with a kind smile and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here to calm down. Seems like your brothers don’t share the same love and admiration you do for the woman that made them who they are”

“I am a self made successful man”

“but you wouldn’t be no man if the woman you frown upon had not broken her hips and went through hours of painful labor. Take that as some food for thought before you school me on my manners”

Sherlock looked at her in awe, as she stood proudly next to his sister and became the shield he should have been. Standing up for a girl you haven’t even spoken to or knew before this.

“Let’s go young Enola, seems like a woman’s presence is wanted here only when she does as she is told”

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“Come in”

“Can I open this door and be promised that I will remain safe or are you holding a dagger and you are ready to take me out of this world?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, dagger you in your own household? I would probably wait to poison you a few days after we leave and write the paperwork of you firing me”

He smiled at her plan as he closed the door in her room. It was already nightfall and the only light here were a few candles, he had let her take a breather after the unfortunate event that had occurred previously. Even though he wasn’t the one that she went toe to toe with, his silence was as obnoxious to her as his brothers loud ignorance towards the female gender.

“You are upset”

“Of course not, why would I be? It’s not like you let that man embarrass his own sibling and talk down to his mother without her being in the room”

She had remained sited in the chair next to the table, a book open that seemed like she was writing on rather than reading it. He was aware she was holding a journal, he didn’t blame her for it, having a job like she did she was in desperate need of something to keep her sane.

“This is a very wary subject”

“I am aware of it, I just can’t seem to understand why not comfort her, try to change your brothers opinion, anything that will show you care for her, you do care for her, right Sherlock?”

“She is my baby sister (y/n), that’s a given”

She closed her book. She ran her hand through her  through her hair and got up from her sit, her hands going in front of her torso at a defensive demeanor, even when Sherlock should be cold or show his higher position to her, he couldn’t help but seek some type of truce with her, how could he not? She looked so beautiful even when she mad at him, the eyes he was so caught up in looked at him with fury, her delicate feature went harsh and she was dressed more... lightly now.

“I spoke with her earlier, she was in the garden”

“I know, I saw.”

“She asked me about you, asked me if you were my lady”

Her eyes went wide for a split second before regaining her composer and turned her back to him. She approached the window before she spoke.

“If you think of how she became familiar with me, she was probably certain I wasn’t even friends with your holier than God brother”

“You mustn't be angry at me”

“And why is that?”

“Because other than my sister and mother, I care for you and for your opinion about me”

She remained silent. Not only because she was caught off guard by his comment, she also didn’t know what he was talking about. Sherlock stepped closer to her, his steps making her heart flutter and her palms sweaty. He stopped when he was right behind her, he wanted to hug her, caress her, kiss her, still he was uncertain of how she would react.

“I still remember the night you got kidnapped”

Someone that Sherlock had helped uncover had escaped prison and kidnapped her. Luckily, she was retrieved safely yet again she was still shaken up by the scary experience, when Sherlock found her awake next to the fireplace she was so vulnerable and grateful to be alive she launched at him and kissed him passionately.

He shared his bed with her, in the middle of the night though she had gotten up and left, when morning came she acted like nothing had happened, barely even looked at him in the eyes for a week.

“Please Sherlock don’t pick at my brain”

“Why did you leave that night? Did you regret it that much”

“That night... was the most blissful I have ever been.... However you are still my boss Sherlock”

“That’s all I am to you? Your boss?”

(Y/n) turned to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Those eyes would be the death of him, it was with no doubt the window to her soul, that pure gentle soul of hers.

“What am I to you then Sherlock? This wasn’t just about me”

“You are.... what I never knew I needed”

His hands went up to her forearms instinctively, a soft caress that made her think his hands were made out of the finest silk, she felt goosebumps as he touched her. Her lips parted slightly as she took in a heavy breath, her eyes searching for a hint of a lie in his words.

“Sherlock”

“Shhhhh, It’s alright darling. You don’t have to say anything”

At that he slowly leaned in, his lips on top of hers at a shy and gentle kiss. Her hand went to his neck, bringing her torso to touch his as the kiss deepened, her entire body felt a rush go through it as they should the passion they held for each other with this kiss. As she pulled back her fingertips traveled to his face, taking in his attractive features

“I had almost forgotten how good of a kisser you are”

“Oh love, you will never forget it ever again”

[multifandhoem]

Home || Issei Matsukawa x Reader

A/N: This is my present for @seita in the Haikyuu HQ Secret Santa event! It’s longer than I expected, but I hope you like it!

Genre: smut

Warnings: pseudo incest, stepbrother!Issei, softDom!Issei, virgin!reader, first time, oral (male receiving), spanking (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, cum eating, slight manipulative!Issei, a creepy guy tries to hit on reader at the beginning

Word count: 4713

READ THE WARNINGS, DO NOT COMPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU READ SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE!!!

“I’m going to the store do you want to come with me?”

Issei was leaning on the doorframe to your room, watching with a smile on his face how you excitedly crawled out of your bed, eager at the thought to spend time with your nii-chan. He was home from Tokyo for a couple of weeks and it has been so long since you could really spend some time with him, but with your parents, on a weekend vacation, you had him all to yourself.

Even if he wasn’t your biological brother, something made you always want to spend time with him. He was always radiating a sense of security. You really couldn’t imagine any safer place than in his arms.

Issei chuckled at the way you excitedly stood in front of him within minutes, ready to join him on his quest to the store, so you two would have food for the next three days.

“Well, then let’s go little one.”

Your heart jumped at the endearing nickname he had given you when you were first introduced as his little sister. You really loved your nii-chan so much it hurts.

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It was the weekend before Christmas, so the store was packed.

Issei used his height to his advantage, scanning the aisles and navigating through the least crowded ones, with you clutching the ends of his jacket to not lose him.

“Hey, little one, we need some cheese, milk, and yogurt, can you get these here? I will go grab some cornflakes real quick.” He threw a reassuring smile in your direction before he already dipped down into some aisle, leaving you in front of the refrigerated display shelf.

You were always shy and unsure in situations outside of your comfort zone, but getting some ingredients.. you could make that work, you were sure of it!

Otherwise, Issei-nii chan would be disappointed with you and that was something you really didn’t want.

And everything went great, you nearly got all of the stuff Issei-nii had told you to get when suddenly this one man started talking to you.

“I can think of a better cream you can get.” He didn’t even introduce himself, just sleazily standing way to close to you after you had turned back around, cartons of milk in your hand.

“T-that’s milk.”

You wanted to duck away from the uncomfortable situation, when he suddenly took your wrist into his hand, tugging you back towards him. “Don’t be like that, I was just making friendly conversation!” The grin on his face made shivers appear all over your arms, but maybe it was also the cold shelf you stood in front of.

You shouldn’t think so badly about people or men in general. Stereotyping was bad.

“I’m sorry, I just have to get back to shopping.”

You tried to drop the cartons of milk into the cart, but he still had an iron grip on your wrist. “You haven’t even introduced yourself, that’s not very nice of you. You see, I’m-“ The rest of his words went down in an unattractive squeak, as he was suddenly ripped away from you.

You felt tears arise in your eyes when you saw Issei-nii’s furious face appear behind him. You really messed up this time, you didn’t want Issei-nii chan to be angry at you.

“Get away from her, you scum.” His voice sounded so scary, but after his face softened immediately when he laid his eyes on you you relaxed a bit.

He took the milk out of your arms, dropping it into the cart, before squishing you firmly into his side, navigating the cart with only one arm.

For the whole duration of your shopping spree, he kept you pressed against him, not speaking a word, which made you rethink if he really wasn’t angry with you.

He also had a mean look on his face, but you still couldn’t help but feel safe, tucked under his arm, nearly buried inside of his jacket, tightly clutching his sweatshirt in your hands.

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By the time you arrived back home, you were sure that he was angry with you.

He had gripped the steering wheel unusually tight and he still hadn’t said a word to you.

“Nii-chan…” You fiddled with your fingers, standing in the kitchen while he was aggressively placing all of your purchases in the respecting cabinets. “I’m sorry I upset you. I really didn’t want to, please don’t be angry anymore!”

Your nii-chan was never really angry at you, so for him to be so aggressive now made you very uneasy, to the point that tears started appearing in your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheeks.

“Oh, my cute little baby, I’m not angry at you, come ‘ere.”

He took a big step in your direction, engulfing you in his arms. Immediately you felt warmth blooming in your chest, something only your nii-chan was able to produce.

“I could never be angry at you, baby. I love you too much.”

Issei pressed little kisses onto the crown of your head, his fingers caressing your back gently.

He wasn’t angry at you? The relief made you cry a bit more when the refrigerator started beeping due to being open for too long. Issei silenced it with a kick to the door, still cradling you in his arms.

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He slowly guided you to the couch where he seated you on his lap, pressing you tightly against him.

“My sweet, sweet baby. I love you so much. It’s okay. You’re just so naïve, I should have known. You’re just a small little baby, I should have never left you alone.”

He raised your head by your chin, kissing your wet cheeks repeatedly with his soft lips, making you sniffle. “I love you too, nii-chan.”

His heart exploded in his chest as you said that. Yes, you loved him. He could not have wished for more. But you should love him. He was your nii-chan. He protected you, he cared for you, he kept creeps like the man today away from you.

The whimper that escaped your lips made every little doubt and regret vanish. You were just so cute. When you clumsily started to move your lips against his, reciprocating the kiss, he wondered if you have ever kissed someone before.

Something primal in him growled at the thought of being your first kiss and within that second he was determined to not only be your first kiss.

Your cheeks were flushed, and your tear flow had stopped when you finally ended the kiss, resting your forehead against his’.

“I just don’t want anyone else touching my sweet little baby.”

“I didn’t know! I thought he was being friendly, nii-chan, really,” you defended yourself, desperate to make him happy with how you acted.

“Nobody is ever ‘just friendly’. Remember that. But you’ll only let your nii-chan touch you from now on, right?”

His hands roamed over her back and he smiled contently when you nodded wildly. “Only you, please, nii-chan.”

This time you took the initiative and pressed your lips to his, willingly opening your mouth for him to slip his tongue in.

The heat in your chest was overwhelming you, spreading through your whole body. You wanted to be good for your nii-chan. Wanted to show him that you’re his good little baby.

“Nii-chan!”

A shudder traveled over Issei’s entire body at your whimper of the title and he felt his dick twitch in his pants. You were still pressing yourself tightly against him, so he moved a hand to the lower part of your back, slightly pushing your hips forward until you were nestled against his sizeable bulge, even if he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

You moaned again, continuing to slightly hump him even though he wasn’t pushing you anymore.

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Did you know what you were doing? He wasn’t sure, but for some reason the thought only made him get more aroused. “You feel good, baby?” He couldn’t hide the slightly teasing tone in his voice when you kept humping him.

The face you made was so innocent but so vulgar at the same time, he loved it. “Yes, nii-chan!” You were already a bit breathless, moaning loudly when he moved his hips in time with your thrusts to maximize the pleasure.

You were extremely happy with the smile that had been on Issei’s face as soon as you started to push your hips against his. He seemed so proud of you. You never wanted it to end.

You have never done these things with anyone in your life, but your nii-chan would help you, you hoped. And he would still be proud of you. You increased your pace, humping him even harder and faster, moaning every time his cock was angled in the right direction, pressing against your little clit.

You had to do good for your nii-chan. You pushed yourself forward, lips crashing against his messily, your teeth colliding, a bit of salvia dripping down onto your chin.

“Easy there, baby.”

You had done something wrong. You realized it the second he assisted you in pushing your hips forward again.

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“I- I want you to feel good, nii-chan,” you stammered as a defense and he chuckled.

“You want me to feel good? Then stop humping my lap and get on the floor.” It took a couple of thrusts until you could stop yourself, abandoning your pleasure to shakily climb of his lap and sit on the floor.

“No, baby.” Issei chuckled at you, stretching over the couch to get a pillow he threw on the floor in front of him. “On your knees.”

You scrambled around to get in the right position, embarrassment burning on your face at your stupid mistake. You were now on the same height as the obvious bulge in his pants and uncertainly, your hands moved to his thighs and then the band of his sweatpants, to pull them down.

“Tch.” You pulled your hands away as if you burned yourself. “Did I say you could do that? Don’t be so greedy. Just wanting to get right down to business, I hadn’t expected for you to be such a whore.” You flinched at the insult.

“I’m sorry, nii-chan. I thought this was what you wanted, I only wanted to obey you.” The proud smile he had had on his face earlier had disappeared and you desperately wanted it back again.

“Put your mouth to better use.” He didn’t even wait for you. His hand just snaked itself into your hair, pushing you against his clothed erection, nuzzling your face against it. “Lick it.”

You tentatively started licking it, a sharp tug at your hair reminding you to not be too soft. It felt weird, your mouth was getting dry and fuzzy, but you still tried your best in licking his erection up and down, even sucking on some parts and all in all making a mess of his sweatpants.

“Good girl.” You doubled your efforts at his praise, trying to produce as much spit as possible in your mouth to continue slabbering against his crotch. He raised his hips a bit, finally sliding his sweatpants off, letting his half-hard cock spring free.

You looked up at him uncertain, waiting for permission to continue. A small nod of him was all it took for you to vigorously start lapping at his length, cradling it in your hands while wetting it all over.

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Issei loved the sight of you on your knees in front of him, tongue playing with his cock.

He wasn’t even fully hard yet and still, your face and hands next to his dick looked extremely tiny in comparison. But you were his tiny little baby, so what else did he expect?

He used the hand he had in your hair to align your mouth with the tip of his dick, pushing it into your warm cavern.

“You look so good sucking cock, baby.” You beamed around his cock at the praise, pushing down even further and promptly choking around his massive length, sputtering to get off it right after. His brows furrowed, his hand keeping you in place.

You weren’t even halfway down, you had to do better than that. He had to teach you. “Relax your throat, if you want to be good at that. I’m not even halfway in, there has to be more that little mouth has to offer.” Tears were welling up in your eyes as you felt him in the back of your throat, the corners of your mouth burning from the stretch around his girth.

You had read somewhere that you should not use teeth under any circumstance, so you tried your best to keep them shielded with your lips, even though your whole mouth was filled.

You wanted to suck, make it tighter and more pleasurable for him, but there was no room for that. And he still didn’t stop.

When you started violently gagging, he held still for a moment, but he didn’t let you retreat. He wanted at least three-quarters of his cock buried in your mouth. Anything else would be unacceptable. He couldn’t have a little sister who could only fit half of a cock in her mouth.

And you understood. Your eyes were big and filled with tears, but you still gazed at him with adoration in them. Your nii-chan was teaching you how to suck dick properly. How to pleasure him properly. And there was nothing more that you wanted, other than your nii-chan feeling good because of you.

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After he was content with how much dick you could fit in your mouth, he pulled you off of him, letting you breathe for a couple of seconds before shoving you right back down, now bobbing you on his dick.

You tried doing something, eventually giving up, relishing in his moans while he fucked your mouth. Every surge of pleasure of his was a different pleasure for you.

Seeing your nii-chan get off with your mouth, feeling his dick becoming fully hard, because of you, it was the greatest pleasure you ever experienced.

“Good little baby. Sucking my cock so good.” The praise made your insides bloom with a comfortable warmth. You did good. Your nii-chan was happy with you.

One of your hands cupped his balls, fondling them, unsure what to do with them. But he moaned louder, so you were sure you were doing something right. You wanted to see his face, but the tears streaming out of your eyes obscuring your vision, only getting more with each time he hit the back of your throat.

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The sounds you made were heavenly. Issei wanted to record you to always hear them.

The choking and moaning around his cock was something he could never grow tired of. He wondered if you would swallow his come like a good girl.

He would make you swallow it one way or another, either directly from the source or licking it up from his fingers, his cock, or the floor.

The thought sent shivers down his spine and he thrust even harder. The image of you licking his come off the floor. He had to try that sometimes.

Probably not today, if you behaved. It was still your first time after all and he was a good nii-chan.

“Keep going, baby, just a bit longer.”

Praise made you more eager to please, practically devouring his cock, tongue moving everywhere it could while he was still restlessly thrusting into your mouth, nearing his climax.

You were just so cute, with spit and tears all over your face, humping the air while kneeling between his legs. Issei was sure you weren’t even aware you were doing that. You just loved him so much.

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His thrusts grew more and more erratic and his groans louder. You tried to blink the tears out of your eyes, but new ones were appearing over and over again.

You just wanted to watch your nii-chan lose himself in the pleasure you gave him. When you could finally make out his facial features he had a breathless smile on his face. A feeling of accomplishment bloomed in your chest, especially when he gently took up more hair in his hand, pushing it out of your face in the process. You just felt so loved.

And then he came.

You were so grateful for your nii-chan’s come, even though you had to choke a bit when he pressed you deep down onto your dick, shooting his seed deep into your throat.

He still kept you around his dick, as his breathing came down again, enjoying the slurping noises you made around his dick, desperate to not let a drop escape. Seems like he worried for nothing.

“You did great, baby.” He finally let you come up for air, chuckling at your proud smile. “Thank you, nii-chan. I really enjoyed it.” He mentioned for you to come back up onto his lap again, letting you sit on his lap again, his sweatpants still dangling around his knees.

“Leave it there. I like you messy. Especially when I’m the reason for that.” He stopped you from wiping your spit and tears from your face. You looked so good with a wet face.

“I’m never going to be messy for anyone else, nii-chan. Only you.” He groaned at your statement, feeling his dick springing back in motion again.

“That’s right, baby. Only messy for me, right?” He chuckled at her nodding, tapping your ass. “Then let’s reward you for being a good little baby. Lay over my lap.”

It was borderline funny how fast you scrambled to get into position, even though he had to help you a bit until your ass was positioned right over his crotch, his large hands roaming over your cheeks.

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The teasing touch already made you twitch thanks to the pent-up frustration you had from sucking your nii-chan off. But a warning slap to your right cheek made you remember your position immediately.

With one final movement, he pulled your leggings down until they were hanging below your ass, only exposing your round cheeks and nothing more.

“Such a pretty baby,” he hummed appreciatively, fingers dancing over your naked cheeks, sometimes even dipping between them a bit.

You whined against the pillow you were pressed against, drool already sullying the cover.

“Don’t be an impatient brat.” He spanked your ass again, making you moan. “Let nii-chan be gentle with you, you won’t like the alternative.”

You weren’t sure if you could dislike anything your nii-chan did to you. But you trusted his judgment, biting into the pillow to refrain yourself from whining.

Finally, his hand dipped down between your checks for more than a quick brush over your lower lips. He let out a surprised moan when he let the tip of his pointer finger dip between your lips.

“Oh, baby, you are embarrassingly wet. Did sucking me off turn you on that much?” He laughed a bit, swirling his finger around in your wetness, eliciting quiet sighs from you. “I like making Issei-nii feel good,” you confessed, missing his content nodding.

“Yeah, you do. You’re the perfect little sister, aren’t you? My slutty little sister.”

He dipped a finger into your hole, making you arch your back, pressing up against his finger. He immediately removed it again.

“Look at that. You suck your nii-chan off one time and suddenly you think you deserve more than I decide to give you?” You whined in apology, forcing your ass back down.

“I’m sorry, Issei-nii.” He returned his finger back to your entrance and this time you were a good girl, not moving.

There was a slight squelching noise when he started slightly thrusting his finger in and out of you, enjoying the way you obviously had to hold yourself back from impatiently moving.

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Even though Issei’s fingers were thick, one of them was not nearly enough to quench your thirst. Especially when he was neglecting everything else apart from caressing your asscheeks with his other hand.

But apparently, your silent prayers were heard, since he gently started prodding at your hole with a second finger. You immediately felt much fuller, even if it wasn’t enough yet. If he could move a bit faster, or harder, the situation would change, but at the moment you were breathing into the pillow.

“Moan for me, baby. You shouldn’t move, but you can make me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He scissored his fingers a bit, promptly eliciting a moan from you.

“Can you move faster, nii-chan, please?” He allowed you to talk, right?

Apparently not, when he pulled his fingers out from your pussy, delivering a harsh slap onto your ass, making you flinch in surprise.

“I allow you to moan and you are already requesting stuff? Bratty little slut. Well, I’m going to give you something more.” He pushed you off his lap, roughly tugging you upright, pushing your leggings off of one leg, so you were straddling him again.

He took your face into his hand, squishing your cheeks together, smearing your essence all over them in the process.

The big dick of your nii-chan was already hard again and the second you wanted to gently rut against it, he lifted you a bit, aligning his cock with your entrance. Excitement filled every one of your pores at finally being one with your nii-chan.

That was until he slowly pressed into you.

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With the way your hole fought against his dick, there was no way you weren’t a virgin. The thought of being your first made him slow down for a second to contain his excitement. And he still didn’t want to hurt you too much.

He had wanted to prep you more, but you had decided to be a little brat. He worked his cockhead into your little cunt, groaning at the feeling of your wet insides engulfing him.

“Too big, nii-chan. Too much.” You were whimpering against him, tears streaming down your face once again.

“Remember, you decided to be a little brat and not let me stretch you properly first. So now take it like the slut you were trying to be.” He spanked your ass again before taking mercy on your shaking form and moving his fingers to your neglected clit, rubbing it gently.

Suddenly your whole body tensed up, a rough shiver moving through your whole body, legs twitching, mouth opened in a silent scream.

It took a couple of seconds for Issei to realize what was going on, but the erratic clenching of your pussy was, what gave you away. He was only inside you with the head of his dick and you had come.

Your cunt kept sucking him in, making him slip in a couple of centimeters further. He really had to hold himself back. You just looked so fuckable. He couldn’t believe you just came, without him really doing anything. Not that he had anything against that. You were just so fucking perfect.

“Fuck, baby.” With a deep growl, his hips thrust up a bit, sheathing him inside of your cunt halfway. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” A tired smile was on your face, happy at the praise, even though you weren’t really understanding what had just happened.

If he had known that you were so sensitive, he would have fucked you a long time ago.

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Issei gave you a small break to come down from your high before he started massaging your clit again, ready to elicit more of your beautiful moans from you.

And he was not disappointed.

Your mouth was dry from the continuous moaning he made you do, his skilled fingers making you relax more and more, making you forget the pain while you slid further down onto his cock.

You were already so full of your nii-chan’s cock. You couldn’t imagine anything more having space inside of you, but when you looked down you saw that there was still a bit left. And you were determined to take your nii-chan’s cock fully.

So, you kept sinking down more and more, until you were fully pressed against him, his dick completely inside of him. The proud smile on Issei-nii’s face made you forget about all of the pain as you blinked the tears out of your eyes, stretching yourself to connect your lips again.

It was only when he slowly thrust his hips up again, that you felt a bit of pain return, but not nearly as strong as before. On the contrary, the pain was kind of.. pleasurable?

You felt dirty at the thought, but your brain was emptied again when Issei-nii began to move normally, thrusting his cock in and out of your stretched cunt at a slow pace.

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He kept his eyes fixated on your face to see any signs of discomfort immediately. You were looking so hot. Your tongue was rolling out of your mouth, you were panting, and your eyes had a delirious sheen to them. You already looked so fucked out. And he hadn’t even really started.

He quickened his pace a bit, but still no signs of discomfort. Your moans got louder, and you tried meeting his thrusts with your hips. You really were perfect.

He moved you until your back was pressed onto the couch and hastily shoved a pillow under your ass. Now he could really let go.

Already the new position made you see stars. It felt like he was even deeper in you if that was even possible. He hooked your legs over his shoulder, leaning over you until your knees were pressed into your body. And then he started practically hammering into you, eliciting a loud scream of his name from you.

It took only a couple of thrusts until you were spasming around his cock again, but he couldn’t stop. He was in way too deep. He just had to ruin you now.

“Issei, Issei, nii-chan, I – I – fuck, please, please, more.” The words you were slurring had no context, you just didn’t want him to stop. You felt something good coming.

Issei wasn’t even thinking about possibly stopping. He was too enamored by your tight cunt sucking his cock in over and over again.

He felt his release approaching. But he wanted you to come one last time around his cock, so he squished his hand between your bodies, furiously rubbing at your clit, watching you lose yourself with a loud scream, your body twitching with the intensity of your orgasm, liquid spurting out of your abused cunt. It was the sight of your face and the feeling of you squirting that made him lose his composure, shooting his seed deep inside your cunt.

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You were breathless, slowly coming down from your high, while Issei-nii peppered your face with kisses. “You did so good, baby. So good. Perfect little baby. I love you so much.” The praise made your heart bloom, and you gave him a tired smile. “I love you too.”

You whined when he pulled his cock out of your abused hole, watching with fascination how his cum dribbled out of you, mixing with your fluids. He scooped the mixture up on two of his fingers, hovering them in front of your mouth, not waiting long until you had sucked them completely clean.

“Messy little girl, squirting all over me, ruining the couch.” You were too tired to pay any mind to his words, only continuing to suck his fingers every time he offered them to you.

He cleaned you up correctly after having you eat your cum, gently wiping you clean with a washcloth. He would have preferred to shower you, but you already seemed like you were going to pass out every second.

You felt his gentle hands around your abused cunt, removing the sticky feeling and sliding clean clothes onto your body before carrying you somewhere, probably his room, if you could go from the scent.

And in the back of your mind that was still conscious, you couldn’t help but be excited about everything the next few days had to offer.

[thefanficmonster]

Just Two Sad Roommates

Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.

Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰

The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great. 

Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.

Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point. 

Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.

I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.

And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.

Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.

I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time. 

Holy shit, I’ve lost it

I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!

I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from. 

“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.

“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.

I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”

He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”

My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”

I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about. 

I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.

“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“

“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“

I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“

So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.

Must be that music.

“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh

I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”

He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”

I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”

‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘

I was never aware this level of sass even existed.

I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”

We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.

“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“

“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”

Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”

He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.

With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.” 

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[blu-joons]

When He Holds His Child For The First Time ~ SF9 Reaction

Inseong:

Your hand pointed to Inseong as soon as the midwife turned around with your daughter, ready with the important question. “Who’s going to go first?”

Inseong’s mouth opened to speak, but the midwife was already following the direction of your pointed finger. “No, Y/N, it’s only right that you go first.”

“No, it’s not, I want you to be the first one Inseong.”

Shaky arms stretched out as the midwife began to hang your daughter over. “Am I doing it right?” He instantly asked, terrified of messing something up or causing harm.

“Relax,” you giggled, “you’re doing a good job.”

“But she’s so small,” Inseong whispered, trying to keep calm as the midwife moved her arms away. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this feeling, being a father already feels so cool.”

“You’re doing great,” you encouraged as Inseong walked across to you, “that little girl has no idea how lucky she is to have you in her life.”

“She’s very lucky,” Inseong agreed, “but not because she has me, but because she has you, an incredible mother.”

“An incredible mother because I’ve got an incredible partner too.”

Youngbin:

Your smile grew as Youngbin’s eyes looked to you, barely able to believe the little one in front of him. “It certainly looks as if she’s taken a shine to you.”

His head nodded, unable to quite believe what was happening. “I don’t think I want time to end for a long time, can we stay here, right now, forever?”

“The first hold is always going to be the best hold.”

Youngbin nodded once again, smiling down at her barely open eyes. “If I hold onto her forever then it’s always going to be my first hold of her, and always special too.”

“What about me?” You joked, “I want a hold too.”

“You’ve carried her for nine months, it’s my turn now,” he teased, holding her a little bit tighter, “I’ve laid by her side for months, desperate to be able to have a moment like this with her.”

“At least whilst you hold her, she can’t kick you like she did me in here,” you pointed out to him, tapping against your tummy softly.

“You can hold her soon,” Youngbin assured you, “I just don’t think I’m ready to let her go just yet, not for a while.”

“It’s alright, I’m in no rush, take your time with her properly.”

Jaeyoon:

It all felt surreal as your son was placed against Jaeyoon’s chest, curling up straight away against his skin. “See, you look like a complete natural straightaway.”

Jaeyoon wasn’t quite sure what to do as he looked across at you, “I feel like I’m in a bit of a dream right now having our son here after so long of waiting.”

“We’ve definitely waited a while for this moment to arrive.”

His head nodded in agreement, staring back down at your son. “I can’t believe how innocent he is; he has no idea of the amount of love so many already have for him.”

“Are you getting emotional?” You teased, “is the joker crying?”

“Perhaps,” he chuckled back at you, trying to keep himself together. “I wish I had something funny to say right now, but my heart is too full to even try and ruin this moment that we’re in.”

“You’re doing a good job,” you smiled across at him, “make sure that he enjoys the quiet now before he has to live with all of your stupid dad jokes.”

“They’re not stupid,” Jaeyoon tried to argue, “he’s going to have a great sense of humour just like his daddy does.”

“It already sounds like I’m in trouble with you two.”

Dawon:

Helpless eyes looked across at you as soon as you suggested to Sanghyuk holding your daughter. “There’s no need to look so afraid, it’s easy.”

Sangyuk continued to stare back at you, with a soft shake of his head. “She looks comfortable with you right now, let’s give it a little bit more time first.”

“You can’t put off holding your daughter forever you know.”

He sighed softly, looking down at the sleeping baby that you held. “I’m just scared of doing something wrong, what if I drop her or something like that?”

“That won’t happen,” you smiled, “just don’t stress.”

“Easy for you to say,” he responded, already finding himself moving forwards, as did you too. “How am I even supposed to hold my hands, where do you support a baby when holding them?”

“Calm down,” you assured him, resting your daughter into his extended arms, “just keep her nice and secure and you’ll be absolutely fine with her.”

“Secure,” he repeated, moving her tightly into his chest, “am I doing it right? Do I look the same as when you hold her?”

“You’re doing fine, and she’s still asleep, so it’s perfect.”

Zuho:

Your eyes instantly looked to Juho as you heard him whisper your name. “What is it?” You questioned, naturally feeling yourself panic.

His mouth was wide open, eyes staring down at awe. “He just looked at me and smiled, I’m sure that was a smile, do you think he knows who I am?”

“He’s listened to your voice for nine months; I expect he can.”

“Really?” Juho quizzed, not expecting that to be your response. “But I thought that was just an old fable about babies hearing voices in the bump.”

“It’s true,” you laughed, “but you never believed me.”

“I’m beginning to believe it now with these beautiful eyes staring back up at me,” he admitted, unable to look in your direction. “I just want to stay in this moment with him forever.”

“We’ve got years ahead of us for many moments like this,” you assured him, “with you as his dad, he’s always going to stare at you in awe.”

“I never imagined that anyone could steal my heart as quickly as this, he’s just too cute,” Juho then whispered.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you as soft as this either.”

Rowoon:

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the difference between Seokwoo and your daughter as he held her into your chest. “You make her look so small.”

His eyes looked down at the sleeping bundle that he held in his arms. “I’m too scared to move in case I do anything, she’s so fragile and small Y/N.”

“You won’t hurt her, you’ve just got to be careful, that’s all.”

“I feel like I’m too tall to hold a baby,” he softly laughed, careful not to disturb her sleep. “I don’t want to be the reason that she wakes up too.”

“It’ll be alright,” you assured him, “if she wakes, she wakes.”

“You make it all sound so easy,” he sighed, looking back across the room to you, “I feel like I’ve just been thrown in at the deep end, suddenly I have so much responsibility for this little one.”

“And I know that you’ll do a great job too,” you encouraged, offering Seokwoo a smile. “It’s natural to feel worried at the very start, I am too.”

“Why?” He questioned, “you seem to have everything so under control, and I’m just one big mess right about now.”

“I’m hiding it well, that’s the difference between us.”

Yoo Taeyang:

As soon as the door had closed, your eyes looked to Taeyang as finally the three of you were left alone. “Do you want to hold him for a bit?”

His eyes widened, looking between you and your son. “But the midwife told you to have him for a while, skin to skin contact is good for you both.”

“He should have contact with you too, not just me Tae.”

You were stubborn, which he knew, not even attempting to argue with you. “If she tells us off for this, then I’m definitely putting all the blame on you.”

“That’s fine,” you smiled, “I take full responsibility.”

“Alright,” Taeyang whispered, taking his shirt off, pulling his chair closer towards you. As you leant forwards and placed your son into his arms, a loud gasp came from Taeyang at his first touch.

“Support his bum,” you instructed, reaching across to help Taeyang place his arms in the right place, “he’s so tiny, especially in your strong arms.”

“I can’t believe he’s so small,” Taeyang whispered, staring down at him, “how do we manage to do this?”

“We’re just such a good team, that’s exactly how.”

Hwiyoung:

As you began to stir from your sleep, your heart couldn’t help but sink as you saw Youngkyun in front of you. “They let you hold her?”

His head nodded with a soft smile, “you looked too peaceful asleep to wake up, do you want to hold her for a bit? I’ve had her in my arms for a little while.”

“I wanted to be able to see you hold her for the first time.”

He was helpless as he stared back at you. “I couldn’t say no to the midwife when she handed her over, it all happened a bit too quickly. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” you sighed, “it’s not that big of a deal.”

“It’s more important that you hold her anyway,” he spoke up as he began to approach you, “the midwife did say that it wouldn’t be too long before we could try feeding for the first time.”

“That’s so scary,” you sighed, pushing yourself upright so that Youngkyun could place her against your chest. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Do whatever feels right,” he encouraged, “you’ve always had maternal instincts, so this will be easy for you Y/N.”

“I just don’t want to be the one to mess things up.”

Chani:

Your eyes instantly looked to Chanhee as the midwife turned around with your son in her arms. “Who’s going to be the first one to step up?”

Chanhee’s eyes flickered down to you, surprised to see you already staring across at him. “It should be you, you’re the one that just gave birth to him Y/N.”

“No, you hold him first, I know how excited you are.”

His head reluctantly nodded, taking a step towards the midwife, “what am I even supposed to do?” He questioned, beginning to feel himself getting quite frantic.

“Take a breath,” you called out to him, “it’s fine.”

“Deep breath,” he spoke to himself, extending his arms out as your son was placed into them, letting go of a sharp intake of breath. “Gosh, he’s beautiful, Y/N we really do make good babies together.”

“Let me see,” you whispered across to him, shuffling along the bed to make room for them both. “He looks so tiny, and you look so big.”

“He’s so delicate,” Chanhee whispered, “I can’t believe we get to be the ones to see such a tiny little human grow.”

“He’s going to grow up being one very spoilt kid.”

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Masterlist

[taichoushadow]

Make love to me - Taehyung imagine (M)

A/N: Hallo lieverds. It’s been awhile since I posted something. It’s been a tough year since last summer and everything just changed after I to had to let go of my dog Brammetje after a sick bed. In the end you find out,already do knowing how much you love that little soul and that he held you together and kept you sane. Knowing that it will break your heart when you kiss his little nose one last time as he crosses the rainbow bridge.

but I hope with writing again I’ll find myself a little more and more. It’s thanks to @taeandpuppies​ patience and understanding that I managed to write something and so this one has been dedicated to her.  This doesn’t mean my requests are open yet, as I only get to write when my mind allows it to. 

This contains love, kissing, making out, oral and sex. 

Enjoy ~

‘‘Y/N?’‘ 

You just hummed, putting the last laundry away after you folded them, thinking back to the delicious dinner Taehyung made you, surprising you full out not thinking he would make your favourite stew. Then again, Taehyung was always full of suprises. 

‘‘Y/N?’‘ He tried again, this time bumping his hips against your side making sure he got your attention.

‘‘Do you want to make love?’‘ 

This had your attention immediately, wipping your head to the side to look him in the face and what you saw was blinking eyes, arms wrapped over his chest as he seemed to patiently wait for your answer.  You blinked too, not finding words as you didnt really know what to answer because well you were sure you both knew the answer to that. ‘’Um, well yeah?’’ 

Taehyung huffed and dropped his arms at his side and shook his head with a chuckle. ‘’Ah. that doesnt really sound convincing.’’ and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. ‘’I was just thinking about it. You sit down and I will clean it up here.’’ he mumbled against your lips as he placed a quick kiss on them and you felt his warmth dissapear. This left you stuttering. Ever since he asked you that question, images automatically flooded your mind and with that you could surely feel you wanted him now. Honestly.. you always wanted him and you were pretty sure he knew that too but what just occured left you so confused that you turned around and snatched the towel of the bed, he was neatly folding and grabbed onto both his arms. 

‘‘Hey! I was folding that baby!’‘ Taehyung whined, a pout sitting on his lips. ‘‘No, no. Ask me again.’‘

‘‘Ask what again, babe?’‘ 

‘‘You know..’‘ you trailed off, ears slowly blossoming red. ‘‘The making love..’‘

Taehyung clicked his tongue and nodded and raised an eyebrow in amusement. His hand settled down into your hair, curling a strand around his finger ‘’Let me reprase it, if that’s okay with you?’’ without one breath you exhaled out a yes, feeling his biceps move under your arm. ‘’

‘‘What do you think about when you think of me making love to you? What do you want me to do to you? Tell me.’‘ 

This time, your breath hitched in your throat and unknowingly stepped closer to the man infront of you, the man who now placed his free hand just above your buttcheeks, feeling yourself throbbing already. 

Eventhough your heart was raising and your whole body flushing at the idea you held eye contact with the man gazing at you intently. ‘’I picture you sitting me down on the bed.’’  Taehyung hummed. ‘’And how? ‘’

‘‘W-what?’‘

‘‘How would I sit you down on the bed?’‘ Taehyung tilted his head to the side with a smug smile on his face. ‘’Show me.’’

You looked at him, he looked back and maybe it was the way he was looking at you. As if he knew you wouldn’t do it, would only stutter however he should have known you were someone that liked to prove people wrong and so you fingers clamped onto the waistband of his shorts, bringing him in closer.  ‘’You know..’’ you began, grabbing his chin between your fingers. ‘’I will show you.’’

Letting go of his waistband, you tapped his lips and pushed against his shoulder gently to sit him down on the edge of the bed, followed by you wrapping your arms around his neck and your waist beside his hips, wandering your hands through his hair, ‘’Like this.’’  your voice was low, holding eye contact. 

The lighting in the bathroom set up a romantic vibe, the soft orange glowing in the corner near the window as you could see the leaves moving on the ryhtym of the rain as you felt his lips on your neck, placing open mouthed kisses. 

‘‘As always, you taste delicious. ‘‘ Taehyung grinned when you pulled him back, the kisses getting you going a little too fast. You huffed at that with a smile, grasping onto his cheeks and capturing his lips. A passionate kiss was shared, your legs trembling around his waist as you slowly grinded down onto him while you moaned into his mouth and Taehyung answered with a low groan. 

‘‘W-wait.’‘ He stuttered when you pressed yourself onto him more and more causing Taehyung to almost fall down on the bed. Also what you intended but he stopped you by pressing a hand against your chest. Tilting your head to the side in confusion you sat more up right not being able to hold back a pout while trying to catch your breath, both of you were. 

‘‘y/n..’‘ A chuckle was heard through the room, pulling you back into his embrace. ‘‘Don’t pout on me. I just want to take it slow, thats all.’‘ and comforted you by running his hands up and down your back. You answered him back by burying your face in the croock of his neck, lips puckering against his skin. 

The dark felt somehow strangely private, not as scary as you always thought it was while gazing out the window again taking in the feel of the man holding you. You always felt safe whenever you were with him, feeling like no harm could come to you. ‘’Hands up.’’ came his words and you did what he asked you. Sitting more upright again, you held your arms high so he could take off your shirt, pecking your lips once it was off and flung it somewhere in the room. 

This time his hands traveled towards your chest, his eyes zero’ing in on your purple bra, laces of flowers embracing your beautiful curves. To him, you were magical, to him you were not human but someone from outer space. The cute childlike eyes that he always gazed in especially when they changed to a more mischevious look had him twitching in his sweatpants. The combination of those two.. 

‘‘Tae.’‘ You whined, your hands searching for his and once you felt his fingers tracing the lace of your bra, you grasped onto them moving them towards the clasp of your bra. ‘‘Please.’‘ His fingers ghosted over your skin and you shivered yet Taehyung let out a small chuckle thinking how you most likely forgot what he told you mere minutes ago but he decided not to say anything and unclasped the purple bra. Sighing out in relief when you felt the bra loosen, you kissed his cheek, his eyelid back to his nose and to his lips. Taehyung however slowly removed the bra straps down your arm while basking in your kisses. 

Once the bra too was somewhere thrown in the room, he didnt hesitate a moment to cup your breasts into his palms, gently kneeding the flesh, listening attently to your breathing how it picked up, how you dropped your head onto his shoulder, your hands clutching his shirt and thats when you breathed out ‘’W-why are you still wearing a shirt.. It has to go.’’  His breath hitched when you pushed up the hem of his black shirt, black fabric make the golden skin even more bronze. Your fingertips grazed his nipples and his breath hitched again, more noticable this time. The loss of his fingers playing with your own nipples as he had to lift up his arms in order to take his shirt off caused to better thinking and you knew what you wanted to do next. 

Slipping off his thighs you crouched down, grasping his knees as you crawled between them when he spread and tugged at the waisband of his black boxers. Taehyung lifted his hips helpfully, his body seeming to move on auto pilot. You slid your fingers up his thighs once his boxers were off, eyes zooming on his cock that stood proudly up against his abdomen, waiting to be touched. The further you got to his inner thigh, the more harder he became. So far for wanting to go slow, his body clearly told him something else. 

You liked the way he started to leak more pre cum once you grasped him into your palm, his hips jerking forwards, a silent ‘fuck’ leaving his mouth. He watched you, eyes fully focused on your hand. Thumb rubbing slowly over the tip the way you knew he liked very much so, Taehyung threw his head back with his eyes shut, fisting the sheets.

You didnt waste any moment and leaned down to take his cock into your mouth, further down your throat, tongue circeling around his grith while your hand pumped what you couldnt reach with your mouth. Hearing his gasp, your own heat started to throb more and more, begging for some relief as you felt your own panties dampening by the second but right now it was pleasuring your man who’s chest heaved up and down faster by the second, his fingers searching for something to hold onto, you knew he liked to have his hands in your hair but he didnt want to hurt you so he desperately searched and you knew the sheets weren’t enough so you slipped up the bed, eyes watching his face, searching for his hand and when you felt his fingers you turned his hand around and interwined your fingers together, letting him tug. His lower lip was caught between his teeth and when his eyes met yours a muscle in his jaw jumped. 

You knew he was close, tasting more and more precum on your tongue. You were never really fond of swallowing cum or tasting for that matter however that was until Taehyung entered your life, his moans of your name when you didnt stop blowing him when he was about to come and feeling his cock twitch in your mouth was something incredibly hot to you and so you bobbed your head up and down in a slow rythym, focusing on making him cum. 

Taehyung’s eyes were shut again, mouth fallen open and his eyes shut, lashes fluttering, his head lulling from side to side. ‘’I’m so close.’’ it seemed his whisper into the dark room, your glasped hands he brought up to his mouth and grazed his teeth onto your skin. With one last tug on his cock as you swallowed around him he gasped loudly this time biting down as he came down your throat. 

You felt his thighs trembling, as you swallowed as much as you could, your free hand caressing the trembling limp and let his member fall out of your mouth once you felt him soften his hips jerking away from overstimulation. 

Climbing on the bed, throwing your legs around his waist, your stroked his cheek, smiling down when you noticed his content smile on his face. His eyes fluttered open, kissing your intertwined hands especially on the bite marks he left but you didnt mind, it didnt hurt however Taehyung didnt seem to take his time, his mouth instantly on yours, letting your hand fall to your side as he cupped the back of your head. 

Lips were growing more pliant, ravishing your mouth slowly, tenderly, angling your head to the side as you licked his lips, Taehyung answered within a heartbeat and let your tongue press into his mouth with a growl. You didnt know how long you two kissed but once he pulled away, leaving you to whine and chase after his lips you saw how red his were, wet, slick and swollen. 

You also noticed how he was pressing against your clothed core and you slowly rocked into his lap needing to feel some friction yet Taehyung wasnt having any of it and rolled you over to the matress, him hovering over you with a smirk. 

This time it was you that your breath got stuck in your throat, your dark orbs looking into his own while his fingers wandered down from your neck, down the valley of your breast, circling your belly button to the hem of your panties. ‘’You know.’’ He began, his voice an octave lower, bending his head down until it was right beside your ear ‘’I can smell you from here.’’ 

You whimpered, thighs rubbing together ‘’And you smell devine.’’ He took in a deep breath, lips finding its place on your neck while he dipped into your purple panties that were just damp from your arousal and you couldnt help but blush once you heard the obvious sounds of how wet you were when he touched your slit. ‘’Oh my.. I knew you were wet but this wet..’’ Taehyung chuckled lowly, kissing down your neck, pressing his tongue just below your ear. 

‘‘Taehyung..’‘ Your voice trembled, wrapping your fingers around his wrist pressing his hand against your core. ‘‘What do you want me to do. How do you want me to make love to you, y/n?’‘ He lifted his head up, other hand once again settling down ontop of your left breast as his gaze focused on you. 

This man was way too gorgeous for his own good, just looking at his face, his red lips, dilated pupils and messy hair had you throbbing and you knew Taehyung definitely felt that one, him not hesitating to sink in one digit down your heat, and slowly moved his wrist, slipping in and out of you before he followed with one finger more. Your walls clenched around his finger, legs kicking up while you bit your lip trying not to cry out. ‘’Tell me, y/n. Please.’’ 

Face hot, abdomen muscles clenching, fingers digging into his arms you moan his name loud and clear when he begs you to say something, needs to hear you say it before he starts what he craves. He is a little impatient, he knows that but he promised to himself to go slow and so eventhough he begs you, he waits while slowly pumping his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing softly your clit. 

‘‘I..’‘ You start, closing your eyes shut, rolling your neck from side to side as your  legs tremble. ‘‘Yes.. say it, let me know.’‘ Taehyung cups your chin, tapping your lips as he slides in his thumb, pressing down on your tongue before sliding out. 

‘‘I want.. ‘‘

‘‘Yes.’‘

‘‘Your mouth.’‘ 

‘‘Where, sweetheart. Where do you want my mouth?’‘ 

‘‘Taehyung, please.’‘ Taehyung nudges your throat with his nose, sliding his fingers out as he traces his path downward with his lips until he is face to face with your clothed core and he cant help himself but to take a whiff. ‘‘Devine.’‘ he mumbles more to himself before he hooks his fingers into the waistband and slide them down your hips, while grazing the bare skin of your inner thighs with his knuckles. 

Spreading your legs fare enough to lay between them, he winks up to you and bite his lips with a teasing eyebrow raised and laps up your arousal from your slit. This has your tighs immediately closing around his head but he tuts against your core, hands finding its home on your thighs as he holds them. ‘’Let me make you feel good. ‘’ The vibration of his voice causes your hips to stutter, butt lifting from the matress, almost grinding against his lips. ‘’It’s okay. I’ve got you.’’

Teeth find your bundle of nerves, and rolls them between them, tongue carefully flicking against it, his grip on your legs thightening when he feels them tremble. He sucks, lips covering your mound as he crawl closer to let go of your thighs to settle them on your buttcheeks and lift them up from the matress now being able to suck you a little more deeper. 

He notices how his fingers are close enough to your lowerlips to spread them open and he does, sinking his tongue down into your heat and you let out a scream, hips bucking into him, legs shaking in the air. 

‘‘Taehyung.’‘ You stutter, gripping the pillow behind you as you feel your release building up, your body feels hot, too hot. Your cheeks burn from pleasure, your mouth falling open as you feel how he never stop pleasuring you, his nose rubbing your clit, tongue licking your inner walls and with one last stutter of your hips, you cum. You feel your body tensing before it lets go completely and you find Taehyung’s bicep. 

He laps you up, licking up your arousal with a grin on his face and crawls towards you, letting his body rest ontop of yours. ‘’How was that?’’ 

You just watch him with a tired but satisfied smile on your face. ‘’As usual. That was amazing.’’ you manage to get out and cant help but to giggle as his grin grows wider. ‘’I love you.’’ Taehyung mutters, wiping the hair that sticks to your skin from your forehead and leans up to peck your lips. While he leans up to kiss you, you both moan as you feel his hardness press against your core. 

He looks at you, licks your lips and both close your eyes as you open up for him, this time its his tongue that kisses yours, grinding his cock against your slick heat. Moans tumble out and he does not wait, his hands lay flat against your slick heat, moving up and down until he grips his hard cock and pumps it a few times making sure your arousal lays on his member as lube and guides himself towards you core. Once he feels the tip slipping past your lower lips, he lets go, settling his hand down beside you and he moves his hips forward, falling deeper and deeper into your heat until his hips meet yours.  

Your own arms lay around his neck while he taps your thigh and you wrap your legs around his waist and apparently that movement has him sinking in that one last inch, now being fully settled in. 

He buries his face in the croock of your neck and slowly pulls his hips back to only move it tenderly slow forward again. ‘’You feel out of this world.’’ Taehyung’s own voice trembles, fingers touching the back of your neck featherlight. He strokes your scar, rocking his hips slowly into you, grunting out your name over and over. The sensation of his cock tickling down your walls, his fingers caressing your scar as he keeps his eyes on you once he takes one sharp thrust where you dig your fingers into his shoulderblades. ‘’Look at me. Look at me when I make love to you. Does it feel good?’’

‘‘Yes! It feels so so good!’‘ Your tongue doesnt hesitate to let those words fall from your mouth while trying to remain eye contact with your boyfriend. 

‘‘It feels too good. Taehyung, please.’‘ You cry out, tears pooling in your eyes from all the pleasure you’re feeling. His rocks his hips a little faster, in and out of you, taking bliss into the wet sounds he hears from your arousal. He feels how your arousal drips down his member and he breaks the eye contact for his own pleasure as he sits back and lift you up, you’re now seated in his lap, his arms caging you against him. 

The way he sits still in your heat, has you clenching around him your body asking for his thrusts and his body instantely responses, bucking his hips up into you and Taehyung throws his head back in pleasure, a loud grunt bouncing off the walls and you are following suit with a whimper slipping past. 

‘‘You gotta help me, princess.’‘ His jaw clenches as he grabs your waist and begins to buck up his hips, hitting your spot over and over again and sink down onto him when he thrusts up. 

‘‘Yes, just like that beautiful. Just like that.’‘ 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and fight against falling over, feeling no strength at all but Taehyung has a tight grip onto you, and you see how his eyes are focused on how his cock slips in and out your heat while he bites his lip, a layer of sweat both coating your bodies. 

‘‘Taehyung..’‘ 

He hums. 

‘‘Taehyung.. ‘‘ You try again, desperately fighting against your orgasm as you only want to let go when you have his eyes locked on you. And he doesnt make it any easier when he starts to rub your clit soothingly, never stopping the ryhtym of his hips until you start to clench harder down on him and he knows, he knows and snaps his face up to you when he hears his name loud and clear. 

Your expressions tells him everything, the way your eyebrows are scrunched together, your mouth falling open while deseperately gazing into his warm eyes has his own hips stuttering. ‘’I know. I got you, babe.’’

And you do, your vision blurs. sounds fade away as you let go, release bursting through your body, your walls clamping down on his cock in a tight grip and you drool, you cant help but drool when your release feels like an enternity and Taehyung.. Taehyung cries out a loud loud moan and you collapse against him with a tired laugh, not believing how good you are feeling. He catches you and lays you down on your back and he follows, resting his body ontop of yours as he takes a few minutes to come down from his high. One hand plays with his hair, other hand strokes up and down his back while placing pecks all over his face. 

‘‘I love you too, Tae. More than I ever can explain.’‘

resting his cheek against your belly, you catch a content smile on his face.  He is silent, wanting to bask in your warmth before he slides out of your heat and rolls off of you and lays down beside you. ‘’Hmm. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You are literally my home.’’ and with that he plants a loving wet kiss against your lips, and cages you into his arms, your back to his stomach. 

‘‘Should we shower?’‘ You ask after a few minutes. 

‘‘Yes, yes we should.’‘ 

Yet the two of you dont move, enjoying the peaceful stillness of the night while listening how your hearts slowly beat to a softer pace.