#i wish i could stay on mf prompt smh

[emmyrosee]

Ok, but Axel dom the shit out of you and Jim and then becoming a total softy after you have to safeword, please?

….breaking my heart I see🥺❤️❤️

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Every single noise in the room stopped, almost as if scared to continue. Skin on skin, the slapping, the moans of pleasure teetering to pain, it all stopped.

The only sounds are of heavy breathing from you, Jim and Axel are silent. They both look at each other, Axel’s eyes widened to the point where they’re stuck open and Jim’s filling with guilty tears.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Jim whispers, brushing the matted, sweaty hair out of your face. “It’s alright my love. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” He frowns deeper when you curl into his side, clutching at the hand that’s holding him up. He looks back at Axel, who’s eyes are still frozen open, though his brows have sunken in shame.

“Axe,” he says softly. “It’s okay, I’ve got her. See? She’s okay, see?”

Axel said nothing. You don’t even hear him breathing.

“Axel-” Jim tries before stopping. You slowly turn your head and through your tears you see Axel, shaking and nearly sobbing himself. His dom drop was always insane, usually leading to silence and avoidance, and you could see him getting visibly paler and more distraught. “Axel?”

“B-baby...” he says, so quietly you can barely hear it. You can tell he’s fighting his instincts to crowd you. His hand rises than hovers, almost as if he was going to touch you but then changed his mind. He blinks, causing the first boulders of tears to slip down his cheeks. He grabs his boxers and shambles out of the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door shut.

You want to get up and chase after him, but you can’t. Your body still aches and you can’t stop crying despite Jim’s soothing cooing; Axel won’t be able to move on from this until you stop.

“Jimmy,” you say, voice shaky from crying.

“He’ll be okay, lovebug,” Jim assures, brushing more hair from your face. “He just needs to think about it. You know how he gets when you cry.”

Except... you don’t. And neither does Jim.

Because Axel’s never made you cry.

[emmyrosee]

Imagine.. Henry Pearl. He and the reader are cuddling in his room and reader's hand brushes against one of the marks on his body and he gets shy and shit and reader just reassures him that he's beautiful 😍🥰

GOOOOOD I LOVE HENRY PEARL (and I love you and your amazing requests☺️) AND THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER😫❤️

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Henry’s eyes were closed gently as your own glazed over his skin, taking in every fine line and scarred area on his bare body. You reached out to outline the scar along the base of his neck. He finches and hums sleepily, a small smile on his lips.

“What’re ya doin’ over there?” He mumbles, pouty lips looking divine as he barely moves them. You smile, “I’m admiring- you’re interrupting my craft.”

“Oh really?” He teases. “And what exactly are you admiring?”

“You, Mr Pearl,” you hum, sitting up and swinging a leg over his waist. You smile, “my handsome man.” Your hands travel over his torso, grazing his scarred frame, though your grin fades when you see him shifting under you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“N-nothing, baby,” he says. You’re not sure why; sweet thing was a terrible liar.

“Mr Pearl,” you scold playfully. Your hands travel down from his shoulders to his hands, where you promptly laced your fingers with his. “If you’re going to lie, you should probably work on that adorable way you nervously suck on your lower lip.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, he releases his grip on his lower lip, making you giggle. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

“I just... wish... that... I could be... more... perfect? For you?”

Your brows raise in surprise, “what... do you mean, Henry?”

“You know,” he whispers, itching his scars. “Less... monsterlike? More smooth?”

You tut at him and squeeze your fingers, “I think you seriously underestimate just how much of my heart you own, Henry Pearl.” He chuckles shyly, releasing your hands and instead caressing your hips.

“I guess I don’t,” he whispers softly. You lean down to kiss him, your hands cupping his cheeks as your lips assure him.

“Guess I gotta show you then, huh, Mr Pearl?” You purr, kissing down his neck. He moans lowly, “darlin’...”

You shush him gently, suckling a juvenile hickey on the sensitive spot along his collarbone.

“Let me take care of ya, handsome man,” you whisper, hot breath arousing goosebumps on his skin. “Want to show you just how beautiful you are to me.”

And judging by the digging of his fingers on your hips, you smiled, knowing he wasn’t about to stop you.