#my imagination

[xaenhypen]

Fake boyfriend jungwon

Warnings: heavy petting, suggestive, kissing

Paring: nonidol!jungwon + nonidol!reader

Inspired by Twisted Lies- Ana Huang

Me and Jungwon met to take some fake pictures for my insta account. “Hello jungwon” i greeted him with a smile, “hi” he said. We took the pictures and posted them. “Btw i can’t meed you on Wednesday” i told him. “Why?” He asked curious. “Im going on a date” i said. I knew it was weird but it wasn’t wrong since we didn’t actually date. Jungwons face turned cold. He ignored it. “If you don’t mind ill go take a shower” i said to him before walking in to the bathroom. I got into the shower turning on the water avoiding it due to the cold water. When it got hot i stepped under it. My tensed muscles eased up. I was stood like that enjoying the water for a long time just relaxing. Before i knew it 10 minutes had passed so i put shampoo in my hair before rinsing it off before putting conditioner and hair food in my hair.

I hoped out of the shower wrapping a towel around my upper body heading out to my room. My bathroom was connected to my bedroom so i didn’t have to worry about Jungwon seeing me. I removed the towel after i found my underwear and put it on. It was a olive green calvin clein. It was my favorite and most comfortable. I put on a pair of sweatpants. I was pulling a croptop out of my drawer when i heard someone open the door walking in. “JUNGW-“ i didn’t get to finish before he cut me of. “Its okay i have seen women before” he said cold. I just stood there not knowing wether i turn around or not. “Turn around Love” jungwon said. “Let me see you”

I didn’t trun around but instead i put my top on before turning around. “You hungry?” I asked him heading towards the door. “Yes” he said before grabbing my hands pulling me so that i was standing back to his chest. I could feel his breath on my ear. “You know..” he whispered. “Im hungry..” i cut him of. “Then let my make food?” I said trying to walk forward before he pulled me inn wrapping his arms around my waist holding me in place. “Sweetie. You’re not going on that date” he whispered moving his hands closer to the bottom of my shirt. “I don’t want you seeing other men.” He said a little louder before truning me around staring into my eyes. “What?” I asked confused. “Jungwon this isn’t a real relationship” i said. “To me it is. And even if it is i don’t like sharing” jungwon said before pulling me in kissing me. I was supprised at first but i eventually gave in. His lips where moving with mine. He got more intense as time went by. He bit my bottom lip to explore my mouth. His hands moved under my shirt before pulling it of. He picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist before putting me down on the bed. “You’re mine. Only mine” he said before working his wonders.

[mysticalrambling]

Melancholy is temporary

Harry x reader

Summary: Even during the bad moments Harry’s there to help.

Warnings: Slight angst.

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In the dark, he found you. He became the beacon of hope in the world full of despair.

You didn’t know the exact reason your anxiety had been triggered but it didn’t matter. It always crept at the most unexpected time. Maybe it’s a way for nature to restore balance.

After a good day filled with laughter and joy, came the soul crushing anxiety and self doubt.

Harry watched from his position on the couch as you breezed through the apartment and directly went into their room. No words exchanged. No smiles passed. He knows that you can have your moments and doesn’t question them either.

A person sometimes just requires a silent companion to quieten the chaos going on in one’s mind. People say talking is the solution to everything. But you disagree. Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words.

Silently, he enters the room and goes to untie your knee high boots. He knows not to ask questions. You were out with your friends when the sudden loneliness hit you. It wasn’t them. It was never them. But you couldn’t control your emotions.

“Did someone say anythin’?”

“No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

The one word responses is all he is going to get out of you today. Pulling a pillow over your head, you try to muffle the voices. Years of pleasing others and suppressing your own thoughts has led to this. You are trying to work on it but it is hard. Being a people pleaser is all you have known so it isn’t easy to abandon it. You actively work on it but it shines through at the most unexpected times. People think you are not a push over but they don’t know the real you. The real you would do anything to get someone’s approval.

Removing the pillow, he slowly pulls you into his arms. “It’s going to be alright. I’m here. We’ll work on it together.”

“Save me.”

“Tomorrow will be better, my darlin’. Just sleep.” A lingering kiss on the top of your forehead is all the reassurance you needed at the moment.

As the drowsiness pulled you in, you knew one thing. One day you will stop appeasing people. Those moments are very few in between now and one day they will be completely gone. Compromise is one thing but letting someone dictate you is another. You have Harry.

He will help you.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Daddy will save us.

Vladimir Makarov x FEM reader and family (Lev and Mischa)

Everybody thinks Vladimir Makarov is a man who only cares about himself and his convictions, but they don't know how protective and feral he can be when his family is in danger.

(Your son, Lev is 14 years old and your Daughter Milenka is 8 years old, I'm pretty sure Makarov is an amazing father, he wouldn't let something bad happen to his family).

Warning: Mentions of violence, weapons, blood, As always grammatical and spelling errors.

You live far from the city, so it is supposed no one has to be around your house. Vladimir is not at home, he is in the airport, you and your children are getting ready for school, you are helping your daughter with her hair when you notice a truck outside the house.

«What the hell is that?» you think, you call Vladimir but he doesn't respond, your mother instincts says to you this is unusual and your logic tells you that your husband wouldn't forget to tell you if someone would be around.

- Milenka, bring your brother and don't get close to the windows please.

Your pretty girl ran and a few moments later your son, Lev is on the doorframe.

- Lev, send a text to your father.

- Why me? You can text him too.

Your teenage boy sometimes makes you doubt your patience.

- No questions Lev, just do what I'm asking you, Ok?

You looked under the bed for an old backpack, and put it over the bed, you ran to the closet and brought a Pair of bulletproof vests.

- Put this under your hoodie, tell your father we have problems.

Lev looks at the vest in shock, why are you giving him that?

- Mom, what's going on?

- Lev, no questions! Tell him «caught in a bear trap, find us» now Lev!

Your son puts his questions aside and starts to put the vest, your adjusting it while he texts your husband.

- Done, mom are we in trouble?

You look at him, confident, Milenka in the room with all of you, she wonders what's going on but doesn't ask. You hold the hand of each one and explain them.

- Probably is nothing serious, there's a truck outside and your dad didn't tell me if someone would be around, I need to prevent, I promised your dad to protect us when he's not around, and that's what I'll do, ok? But I need you to help me, obey me, that's all I'm going to need.

Both look at each other and then to you nodding. You smile at them, the last thing you need right now is your two children in panic.

- That's it, now, we're going to pretend we haven't seen them, alright? Let's go to your father's car, I'll drive as fast as the car allows me, so please use the seat belt.

«Yes,mom»

You have your backpack with a medical kit, some weapons and your cellphone with the tracker on. Your kids are in the car, you are still trying to contact Vladimir but there's nothing.

Once in the car you start to drive, observing through your mirror, the truck starts to follow, you're sure they are following you because they take the same streets as you, they change lanes just like you, if you accelerate they do it too. Definitely it's not a coincidence, your children are quiet, Lev is still calling his dad but he still doesn't pick up the phone.

- Mommy, are we in danger?

Your daughter asks behind you.

- It's okay baby, if something happens daddy will save us, at the moment Lev and i will protect you.

You park close to school, you think maybe if your kids can make it on time, these men will not try to catch them.

- Let's go, don't look back, if I say you have to run, you do it, okay?

Both nodded. You're walking trying to lose between all people passing by. Your children are walking in front of you, Lev is holding Milenka's hand. You feel someone really close to you and then a gun is touching your back.

You don't hesitate, and a knife in your hand goes directly to the man's head. All the people start to run and scream.

- Run! Now!

Lev takes Milenka and runs as fast as he can while other men run in your direction, you start to shoot at them, two of them are down you can't see your kids anymore, you're praying to see them in school, your time distracted was enough to let one man unarmed you, you fight until another one appears with Milenka, pulling her by her ponytail and your son trapped by his arm pressing his neck.

«Mommy!»

- Give up or watch them die right now.

- Fine. Just don't hurt them.

The three of you and the men that survived are in the truck, your eyes are covered but you're trying to memorize the way according to the movements and the sounds around you, in case you can find a way to escape. «1...2...3 turn to the left, 4... 5... 6...7 the bells of a church, 8...9...10...11...12... Turn to the left again, 13...14...15... hole, 16...17...»

After a 50 minute trip, you arrive, an abandoned Gas station, they let you in a room with your kids, Milenka is scared and crying, Lev and you are trying to calm her down.

- Milenka, your dad will not let these men hurt you or your brother, I won't let them either.

- Mom, where's Daddy?

- Don't worry Milenka, Dad is on the way, I'm sure he will save us, don't be afraid we will protect you while he's not here.

- Milenka, Lev. No matter what happens, you will not say nothing about Dad, ok? Nothing. No matter if they say they will hurt us, no one will say nothing.

Moments later a man is taking you out, the pleadings of your little girl are hurting you and make you feel anger, you hope your husband arrives soon and give these guys what they deserve, pure pain.

- So, finally, you're the famous wife of the biggest criminal in the country, huh? Are you going to cooperate, princess?

- My husband will kill and torture you, no one messes with his family and lives to talk about it.

- We'll see that, now tell me, where is he?

- I don't know, ask as much as you want, the answer will be the same.

- If I break your bones one by one, you will speak. And when I finish with you I'll continue with your boy and your precious little girl at the end.

And that's what he's doing, you're screaming but not speaking, you don't say a word, just the pain.

«She will spill the Beans too soon, finish her!» someone says.

Your forearm is broken, some fingers, your face has some cuts and blood, a purple eye, what will they do now, you don't know, you're just resisting, you know your husband will not abandon you.

An explosion close to your location catches the attention of everyone in the room, you know what it means, he's here.

Before anyone can make a move, there's a flashbang grenade, you can barely see, men in black with guns, bullets, ashes, then a big shadow walking on your direction.

- My love!, what have they done to you?

You can hear his voice but you're too tired to answer.

- leave at least one alive, kill the rest, burn them alive!

«Sir, your kids are fine!» «Daddy! You came!» «Dad! Mom? Dad! what happened to her!?»

- Take them to the car, and bring a medic now! It's all alright, Lev, take care of your sister...

Makarov helps you to walk, he treats you delicately, he can't stop apologizing for taking too long to arrive while at the same time he thanks you for keeping your children safe.

- I'm so sorry my dear, they will pay for this, I promise you they will regret it! Thanks for taking care of our kids, they're safe thanks to you...

The medic splint your arm and swathe your fingers, first aid, but as soon as you arrive at the base, they attend your injuries, once you can stand up from the bed you walk through the halls looking for your husband and your kids. One of his soldiers takes you to where Makarov is. The soldier makes you wait out and goes to let Makarov know you're awake.

- Go on. (The soldier said)

Once you're inside you see a man, in a chair, bleeding, chains around his neck and wrists, you can bet he's already half dead. There are some exposed bones, like his clavicle bone, his forearm, shinbone, his nose is broken and his cheek has a deep cut you can see his teeth, his lip is dangling. You can listen he's sobbing, you walk more close to him just to realize this is the same man who was breaking your bones and hitting you.

- My love, how are you feeling, you should be resting. How's your forearm, your beautiful hands...

Makarov is now in front of you, kissing your forehead, your husband feels like he failed you, you're hurt and he couldn't do much to save you before all that happened to you.

- It's okay V, I wanted to see you and our children, where are they?

- they're fine, they are in my office, sleeping a little, they were very stressed.

- I tried to protect them, I'm sorry Vlad, I really tried.

- Darling, you did it well, they're fine, I'm in eternal debt with you for what you've done today.

He kisses your forehead and runs his thumb through your cheek, there's a fresh cut there. He closes his eyes and kisses you again.

Vladimir never shows his love and devotion for you in public, he prefers to hide you and your children from the world, he knows the risks, you knew them too and still, both decided to continue with this relationship and this family.

After a few minutes hugging you and kissing you, the groan of the man in the chair interrupts you, and just like that, the softness on Makarov's look changes for pure rage, he turns back to the man and hits him over and over and over again while you watch and hear the pleadings of the man «i'm sorry, please stop, please...»

Makarov puts a voice recorder close to the man, and then starts to speak.

«I don't know who you are, but what you've done to me today won't be forgotten, I'll find you and you will pay for what you did to my wife and my children...»

He stops the recording and puts it in the pocket of the jacket of the corpse in front of him, the man is hardly breathing but still is consent. You walk to the man and your husband, with some difficulty you kneel down and with a soft voice close to the man's ear you tell him probably the last words he will hear.

- I told you my husband would find us, I told you he would make you feel pain and make you wish to be dead. Look at you now, little shit.

Makarov helps you to stand up and kiss your lips, then orders some soldiers to put the corpse in the highest building in the city, he wants to let everyone who tries to mess with him know he's not playing and he will do anything to protect you and everything he loves and fight for.

[angels-heap]

Despite my best efforts to avoid the main HL tags lately, I’ve still noticed a recent uptick in posts where people are like “it’s so tragic that Valve gets rid of beloved characters after spending so many games developing their close, special relationships with the protagonist” about Barney Fucking Calhoun and I just have to ask... did we play the same games???

He has less than 8 minutes of voice lines! He’s in like 3.5 scenes! He and Gordon have maybe 3 sentences of lore, and it’s fairly basic and boring lore!

Looking for a character with close, special relationship with the protagonist? Alyx Vance is right there!

[om-is-ok]

For me cooking together is the highest form of love language.

You can sit on the counter and talk about anything you want and I'll listen to you as I cook for both of us. Or if you want, you can help me out.

Let's play our favorite songs in the background as we dance in the kitchen.

I'll feed you with my hands.

You can be clingy and hug me from behind if you like. I'll do the same if you don't mind.

If you tell me to I'll tuck your hair behind your ear or help you tie your hair.

I can wipe your hands after you wash them.

I can peel fruits for you while we wait for our food to get ready.

I'll tell you about my day as we eat.

[onmysluttyknees]

Masterlist.

All my fics are rated E 18+ MDNI.

Coming soon:

Peña & Prada - Mini series.

Series:

Stockholm's Syndrome - Dave York & reader - Completed. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Good For You - Frankie & Reader & Pope - Completed. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Drabble - Waking up

One Shots:

Need - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

Dream - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

Rail me - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

The restaurant - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

Sunday - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

The MET - Pedro Pascal x Reader

In the car - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Behind the car - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Rough - Javier Peña x Reader

Movie - Pedro Pascal x Reader.

On my knees - Javier Peña x Reader.

The script - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Can't Get Over You - Peña x Reader

Obey - Pedro Pascal x Reader - Comming soon.

Collaborations:

A collaboration amongst smutty parishioners of The Church of the Slutty Knee.

A Series of Firsts - Pedro x Oscar Chapter 1 - First Taste Chapter 2 - First Touch Chapter 3 - Primer Amanecer (First Sunrise) Chapter 4 - First Lesson Chapter 5 - First Reversal Chapter 6 - Comming soon

[elsaqqa]

It's a wonderful day when I wake up and hear her voice interwoven with her giggles, which fills my body and elevates me out of my current state.

I am now ready to face life with my daily coffee and my habit of hearing her joyous laughter.

My imagination

[cincydrawing]

first kiss

[ohheyjudesummers]

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Character: Nanami

Headcanon: PersonalAttendant/Servant!Nanami

Notable Tags/warnings (Full list at the end): Black!fem reader, oral (receiving) *Flourishing* Femdom, slight dubcon, Slightly possessive Nanami (even as a servant? Bold of him, I know)

Warnings: Like all my stories/content, this will have adult themes and as such, be strictly for/aimed towards adults (18+). Please do not recreate anything in my stories/content outside of properly consenting roleplay between adults of sound mind. This is pure fantasy for personal entertainment.  

A/N: This was slightly Inspired after reading an adult Manga about a (futa) woman who had a butler who served her every need. Nanami was chosen for This headcanon because, well, with the personality Gege gave him, he seemed the most likely to fit. *And also, if we’re being real, I was shopping for intimate wear recently and saw a steel boned corset that reminded me of Nanami’s tie.  *The way my heart nearly busted out of my CHEST in the store when I saw it.*

Also, if you’re new to my writing’s I just want to give heads up that my work tends to be on the lengthy side (God free me from the shackles of what feels like excessive writing)

Note: I Might do a part two.

Other works and Links are here for you in case you’re interested.

As always, Happy reading!

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To be perfectly honest, you were in awe when you first met Nanami. You found him intimidating, even as a woman of noble birth who had been around important people. primarily because you immediately found him to be very attractive

He's your personal attendant, your right hand at your service. But somehow, with you having to crane your neck slightly to look up at him (paired with his stoic expression), you can't help but feel a bit inadequate to him.

At that point, he curtly nods and bows slightly. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mistress Y/N." It's a simple yet powerful greeting. As it convinces you that appearances be damned, he acknowledges you as his mistress.

While you grew up more privileged than others, you never really had a personal attendant, let alone one you were physically attracted to. nevertheless, you relented.

From that point on, you welcomed Nanami to your side, which had its pros and cons.

Pros being: He was an effective and thorough personal attendant, a great conversationalist when engaged, and easily dedicated tasks for the other helpers in your manor while you worked.

Now for the cons: Your attraction toward him showed no signs of easing up. If anything, it increased. and even if you denied it, your body wouldn't.

The way your Pussy would throb in your panties whenever he was in close proximity—you couldn't help but clench your thighs together. But when you feel his strong hands actually touch you?

"Mistress?" You faintly hear him enter your room in the early mornings, as is his custom. But you refuse to leave your king-sized canopy bed. So, you lie on your side, pretending to sleep, beneath your Prussian blue mulberry silk bedding.

You know Nanami will push back the black mesh curtain of your canopy in order to reach you. And of course, he does.

As you hear his light movement as he approaches, your body warms up with anticipation and excitement. When you feel the bed dip in front of you, you know he's sitting down.

"Mistress, you have to wake up." He speaks quietly. That's when you feel his hand on the crook of your waist. That heat in you? becomes an inferno at that point, the source beginning beneath his touch.

That inferno spreads through every area of your body when you feel his thumb soothingly running back and forth, even beneath your silk sheets. particularly the area between the thick of your thighs. When you twitch slightly due to the delightful ache, your performance suffers.

"If I have to, I'll stay by your side for as long as you want to continue with this performance, Y/N," he chuckles deeply.

Please do, you think. but ultimately let your eyes fully open to see a familiar pair of  warm chestnut brown ones. A small smile is present on his pink lips.

You smile weakly back at him. Partially jokingly, you say to him, " I know how much you're a stickler for structure in schedules; I wouldn't disrupt it by making you suffer like that."

"Suffering? I don't think so—though, at your hands, I wouldn't mind. Not to mention the fact that" Nanami motions to the open area next to you. "Your bed is large enough to accommodate both of us," he says casually before gently squeezing your waist and rising from your bed to leave.

Your mouth nearly drops to your chest.

You couldn't get to the bathroom fast enough, and as you suspected when you dropped your pajama shorts and spread your legs, you were embarrassingly wet.

You spent an extra bout of time in that shower that morning, pleasuring your aching pussy as best you could. and while you were successful, it wasn't enough.

and this insatiable feeling persists from that point on. at first being Vexing—bearable as long as you came. Until it eventually gets to the point where you can't even do that with your fingers or your toys. 

Now? You were becoming increasingly agitated. And you were certain your helpers around the manor had noticed, especially Nanami.

You were ashamed of yourself; despite your parents' considerable wealth and lavish upbringing, they taught you to be respectful of everyone, regardless of their financial or social standing.

You're on the verge of withdrawing out of frustration, dismissing everyone to go on an early vacation until you can present yourself as a better lady of a prestigious manor.

And maybe Nanami is aware of this. because one night, after most of the helpers have gone to bed, he enters your home office and requests to know why you've changed your temperament.

He's the last person you want to see, but, honestly, you're not surprised. even when you dismiss Nanami's services for the day or night he still made himself readily available for you.

The only consideration he appears to have when being dismissed is that he doesn't wear a dress shirt or suit. He wore loose-fitting lounge pants with a simple shirt, much like he does now. Only the dark shirt he was wearing now seemed to fit his lean and slightly muscular frame.

But back to his question

Instead, you simply concede and continue to claim that you are simply intimately frustrated. You were at ease with your sexuality to the point where you could discuss it as an adult.

"I see," Nanami says after your explanation. then, standing, he rounds your desk. "I'd wish you'd admitted this earlier; we could have handled this much sooner, Mistress."

(Image credit to @/ANTS)

"Handled what sooner?" you ask, dumbfounded. When he comes to a halt in front of your swiveled chair, he drops to his knees. In front of you.

In his calm, cool manner, he says with the greatest certainty, "I'm yours, Mistress." Yours.  "It's my duty to handle all and anything that may leave you in or cause you stress."

At this moment, his large hands grasp the sides of your legs at your knees. That's when it dawns on you what he's about  to do.

"But wait, this isn't—you don't need to do something like that, Nanami."

Nanami abruptly cuts you off by encircling his hands behind your bended knees. You're not a small girl, so when he drags you forward with ease, it adds to your astonishment.

"It’s not only my responsibility to attend to your needs but also to properly guide you within your title. But I suppose your reluctance is to be expected when you're given something new. You shouldn't be troubled by this, Mistress. You will learn to use all aspects of me in whatever way you deem fit, not just because it is my obligation but also because it is ultimately my privilege." He pushes your legs to your chest, effectively bunching your pleated tartan skirt high around your waist.

"Oh, god," you groan quietly, gripping the seat's edge. The cool air caresses your bare pussy.

"You don't need to be ashamed. Or even shocked for the matter," His words grab your attention. his piercing gaze staring through you, he speaks, "I know your patterns and am well aware that as of very recently, you tend not to wear panties."

He recognizes my patterns? Does he...keep an eye on me when I'm not looking?

Your heart skips a beat as the strong possibility dawns on you. But you don't have much time to think about it because the moment Nanami's pink tongue peaks from his lips, he spears it between your brown folds.

"Jesus Christ!" you exclaim, sinking your head into the material of your chair.

 Nanami only grunts in response—he's far too busy French kissing your pussy to respond. Genuinely, it sounded as if a starving man was feasting on the juice of fruits. the way eyes fluttered close at his occasional grunts, which were soft yet deep against your skin—the entire sight had your legs trembling as he held them tightly against your chest.

You're not sure how long you sat there, laboriously breathing, with Nanami devoted to serving you oh-so-slowly. But he eventually pulls back somewhat. his gleaming face looking intently at you.

"Does my mistress want release? or would she like to prolong it for later?"

"Y-you were waiting? for me?" you gawk.

"Of course," you say. He nods obediently. "If my mistress truly wants to cum, I believe she has the power to command; to tell me to make it so."

You couldn't help but feel irritated about this.

You could only translate his tone as someone who was waiting on you. And as if he were slightly testing you.

while you were understood Personal attendants were not always docile servants. You couldn't help but feel that Nanami needed to be taken down a notch by you.

You, his mistress,

The irritation began to morph into something a bit stronger.

"Finish," you say, but that doesn't stop you from reaching down, running your hands through his blonde hair, and directing him toward your engorged clit—which you now suspect he'd been avoiding to edge you.

Your eye is drawn to the sly grin on his lips just before his mouth latches around your clit. Nanami doesn't waste any time and starts sucking on your throbbing clit.

"Yes, Kento, keep going, make my pussy cum." You mutter into the air.

Your fingers massage his scalp as you rhythmically hump against his mouth. He now moves his hands from the backs of your thighs to the width of your waist. It's almost as if he's trying to keep his meal in place so it doesn't flinch away from his mouth. Not that you had any intention of doing so. especially since you felt so close. Nanami's dexterous mouth—his tongue—lashes out ferociously against your clit. it takes merely a couple swipes before you feel your body seizing and your mouth gaping open in a silent scream. You arch against his mouth, impulsively gripping his hair, and even with him in your grasp, he can angle his head back down to your pulsing hole, where your release coats your outer lips. He laps at your opening with extreme caution. He doesn't want to overstimulate you.

You've just come down from your release, blissfully exhausted. Nonetheless, I find that you don't mind what Nanami is doing (or what he did previously) in the least. Still, you discover yourself urging him away from your pussy with a light grip on Nanami's blonde locks.

He looks up to you, his gaze yet again expectant but also searching yours. as if hes waiting for something. And that is when you recall his previous words—his devotion to serving you. His confidence in his abilities to advise and fulfill you, as well as his eagerness for your approval.

The words flow gently from your full lips, "You did well," As you run your fingers through his scalp, you nod, a lazy smile on your face. "You've made me happy..."

A small smile returns to his lips. Slowly, without breaking your eye contact, he plants a kiss of gratitude atop your pussy's trimmed curly hairs.

"...For now." You add.

Nanami, on the other hand, does not appear to be particularly worried. His dick throb's feverishly within the limits of his briefs as he hears your words and anticipates what's to come.

Part 2

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[vilf-lover]

how do y’all even theorize….

i just sit back and watch while trying to comprehend everything that’s *already* canon

[randik-86]

Dream yet another dream,

Dream of a life that you feel was meant to be,

Dream about the love you were meant to live,

Dream of the thought of what happiness looks like,

Dream of the places that are yet to be seen,

Dream about the many chances that you have lost,

Dream of the alternative ways you would want to surpass the bad,

Dream about the person you would have chosen to be,

Dream of what good you would want to bring to the world,

Dream about the many times you tried to make up for lost time,

Dream of that person who would rock your world,

Dream, dream... it's the only way you can escape...

©️randik86

[adustoflove]

I feel like a big fat void lately

[mijamija1234]

Dave Gahan and his cat (how I imagine it)

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Me writing the ending of my last story.

[mysticalrambling]

Broken Promises Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Summary: Unexpected, (Y/N) gets into a car accident and amidst the devastation, Harry finds himself regretting his final words to you.

Warnings: angst

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Thinking about a life without you was earth shattering for Harry and now, with the separation, he simply didn’t know what to do with himself. He couldn’t think of a time in his life when you weren’t a part of it. Well, he could think about it but the thought was merely depressing and lonely. Before you, he never looked forward to holidays or birthdays but you changed everything. You were the sunshine in his dull life and even after the divorce, you didn’t abandon him. Harry was still invited to most of the celebrations because you still considered him family.

He would always be a part of your family.

But now, here you were, on the brink of death and he was sitting out here in an uncomfortable, plastic chair while tightly holding onto Sophia. All he could do really. Thankfully, Harry was still your emergency contact so the hospital called him as soon as you were brought in. You were an only child and your mother lived in Paris so Harry was the closest person to family you had in London. It seemed like a plausible idea and let’s admit it, you didn’t have the heart to change it.

“Mumma?” Looking down at his little creation, he couldn’t think of anything to say to her because he himself hadn’t truly caught up with the current situation just yet. No one was here so Harry was the only one to soothe her and answer all her innocent questions.

“Mumma’s goin’ to be here with us soon. Y’need to sleep, pet.”

“Booboo?” Sophia kept looking around the white, sterile walls and thought that it was her father who might have needed some medical assistance. She knew the hospital was a place where people went when they were hurt or they needed vaccination shots. Thank God, she didn’t know that it was you who was Injured or she would have wrecked havoc in the quiet waiting room.

“Dadda’s not hurt, pet. Can y’please go to sleep for me?” It was nearly three in the afternoon and her nap time was quickly approaching. Harry didn’t want a cranky baby alongside everything else that was going on.

“No!”

Your daughter really was just like you. Stubbornness came naturally to her and most of the times Harry found it endearing, but not today. Today, he didn’t have the patience nor the willpower to handle her tantrums so he spoke in a soft but firm voice. “Y’need to listen to dadda. It’s not nice and ‘m tired too, Sofia.”

There were some instant tears but Harry kept a calm demeanour and gently guided her head to his shoulder. The baby scent helped calm him down a little bit and he silently closed his eyes as well.

You were coming to his house.

You were distracted because you were calling him.

You were hurt because of him.

Harry cried as he thought about the words he spoke to you because that might have be the last time. You might not make it and he wanted to trade your life for his. A sacrificial exchange. He wasn’t cut out to be a parent all by himself. Hell, he couldn’t even take care of himself. You were their saving grace. He and Sophia needed you and so he prayed. After years of remaining indifferent, he prayed to whomever was listening to bring you back to him. You coming back is what he needs and if granted, he would simply never wish for anything else ever again.

As the clock slowly ticked by, the operation theatre’s door remained tightly shut. Harry wanted to take that as a sign that you aren’t dead, that you were still fighting but perhaps, if it was taking so long then maybe you were already towards the brink of it. After about two hours, his hands had started to cramp up and his head was pounding from all the crying he had done. Maybe he could get a cup of coffee…

“Here y’go, son.” A cup of filtered coffee came into his view and he looked at the person who brought it.

“Mum? What ‘re y’doing here?”

“Linda called me and said she couldn’t come in early because of the weather. I was the next town over t’meet up with some friends so I rushed here. Oh, I’m so sorry, darlin. Any information yet?”

“No, mum. Have been sittin’ out here for t’last three hours and still nothin’.”

“Don’t get upset, baby. (Y/N) is a very strong woman. She’ll be fine.”

“I hope so. Mum, I can’t do this without her. She’s m’life and I don’t know how t’live without her.”

Shifting the toddler into his other arm, he put his head on Anne’s shoulder and lets the tear flow. Harry didn’t think that he had anymore tears left but guess he was wrong. Heavy sobs wrecked his whole body as he tightly held onto his daughter. Sophia was the one thing keeping him a little grounded right now but it wasn’t enough. People in the waiting room were glancing in his direction because they recognized the rockstar. But thankfully, they respected him enough to give him his space and he didn’t think he could be polite and sign autographs right now.

“(Y/N) (Y/LN)?”

“Ye- Yes. ‘m her husband.” Anne wanted to correct him but she knew that now wasn’t the time. Harry always regretted the divorce so she was going to let it slide. “Is she fine? Is it somethin’ serious?”

“She’s fine now. She was in a critical condition when she came in but she’s stable now. Her right side took most of the impact of the accident. She has-“

Harry drowned out the rest of the conversation as he felt relief wash over him. You were alive and he couldn’t wait to see you.

“Can I see her?”

The doctor stopped mid sentence, being thrown a little off-guard by the sudden question. “Oh, yes, beware, she’s still sedated but y’can see her. She’s in room 191.”

“Thank y’. Mum, can y’hold Soph?”

“Yes, of course.”

With the help of some directions, he finally reached his desired designation. Instead of barging in like he had initially thought, he stood paralysed in front of it. You were just on the other side and he didn’t think he could bare to look at you right now. The fierce woman who took on the world with nothing but a proud smile on her face. You were a force to be reckoned with but now you were lying defenseless  on the other side of the door. He didn’t know how to deal with that kind of information.

“Pull yourself together, Harry. She needs y’to be strong.” After a little pep talk, he finally willed himself to enter the room. God, he could not wait for this day to be over.

The sound of static beeping echoed throughout the room and Harry was itching to turn it off. But he refrained himself by remembering that this annoying, repetitive sound  meant you were still alive. Looking at your frail body, he wanted nothing more than to trade places with you. There were dark purple bruises littering your body while your head was all bandaged up. The cast on your leg stood out the most as they had propped it on a pillow to keep it elevated. Harry could just tell by your position that it was very uncomfortable for you. Tears formed in his eyes again because seeing you like this was thousand times more painful than he could have ever imagined.

Soon, he found himself gravitating towards your unconscious figure without another moments thought. Dragging the chair from across the room felt like a heavy task because Harry’s energy was at its last reserves. He silently hoped that you would wake up just to scold him for being a nuisance but he was again disappointed. He held on to your hand while making sure to not disturb all the needles pricking your delicate skin.

“I should’ve driven Sophia back but I was just too stubborn. It’s m’fault, darling. Everything’s my fault. Our failed marriage, this accident; everything.”

God, he was being a cry baby now.

“Please just wake up and scold me. I’ll do anything y’want but please wake up. Come back t’me baby, I won’t let y’leave again. And that’s a promise I intend to keep.”

No more broken promises.

Anne had left a while ago to pick up some clothes and after much tantrums, Sophia had gone with her. She wasn’t sleeping well here and Harry didn’t want her to catch any germs from the hospital. He had given his mum specific instructions about her night routine because if one thing went wrong, Sophia would have all of their heads. Harry had dozed off while waiting for you to wake up as he tightly clutched on to your hand.

You never thought blinking would prove to be such a difficult task but here you were. The white lights blinded you as soon as you tried to open your eyes. A blooming headache made it’s way through your skull and you thought that somebody had split your brain open. You couldn’t move both your hands to cover.

Slowly, you looked down and say a heavy, white cast on your left arm while your ex husband was clinging on to the other. You knew that you were in the hospital but it took sometime to remember the series of events that led you here.

You were on your way to pick Sophie. You were on the phone. Harry was pissed. Then, there was this other car…

That’s where it all became a blur for you and you didn’t have the mental capacity to think about it right now. Your throat was all dry and scratchy like you were deprived of water for years.

“H- Harry? Harry!” You were finally able to get the words out without it feeling like there were knives piercing your throat.

The voice startled him awake from his restless stopper and he looked at you with a dazed look. For a moment, he thought that he was dreaming but that annoying beep sound made him come back to reality.

You were awake.

You didn’t leave Sophia.

You didn’t leave him.

“Oh, thank god. You’re awake. You’re awake.” He kept on kissing your face just to make sure you were still there with him. When he thought there weren’t anymore tears left in him, he was wrong. A whole new set of waterfall started and it didn’t look like it would ever stop.

“Wa- Water.”

“Yeah, ‘f course. Let m’call the doctor. No, wait. Water. No, the doctor.”

“H, just relax. Water first, please.”

Harry brought the straw close to your lips because you didn’t think you could even move a limb right now. After finishing a third glass of water, you finally knew you could talk without it feeling like there were knives piercing your throat.

“At least, I’m drinking water now.” Your subtle attempt to crack a joke went over Harry’s head as his eyes darkened to an obsidian black. He really couldn’t keep his emotions in check right now. Not when you were making jokes about your near death experience.

“Y’think it’s funny? Is’t funny that y’almost died and were about to leave us. About t’leave me. It’s not funny, goddammit!”

Pacing around the room with his hands tightly clutching onto his curls, you were worried that he might just pull them all out. You didn’t expect this kind of an outburst from him because honestly, did you even matter to him anymore? The answer often seems indecipherable. Sure, you were the mother of his child but other than that you shouldn’t mean anything to him.

Do you?

“I’m okay. Accidents happen and it’s not like y’would care.”

“Wha-“

“Knock knock! Someone’s here to see you.” Harry’s glare didn’t soften when he saw his daughter being lugged in by Anne. His gaze was burning holes into your brain but you decided to pay him no heed. One very effective way to piss Harry off; ignore him.

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A/N: Hi lovies!! Here’s part four for the series, “Broken Promises” and I can’t wait for your thoughts and comments on this piece. I know this has been a long time coming and I can’t tell you how sorry I am for the delay. I just got a 10 day break from my exams so I’m going to use it to write all the asks and complete this series. There is one more part left for this series and then an epilogue. Yay!! A special ‘thank you’ to @peculiarpenman​ and @pettinesspersonified​ for helping me with the ideas and editing. I love you both!! Please send in general comments or things you want to talk about.I am open to suggestions and I’m here to chat. Love y’all!!

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[om-is-ok]

The kind of love I desire:

From late night chats to late night walks

From face time to facing each other while dancing irl

From talking about favorite food to cooking for each other

From making hearts on the vc to holding hands

From smiling through text to laughing together.

From dedicating songs to dancing on them

From recommending movies, series, shows, books etc to watching them together

From giving each other nicknames to calling each other by those nickname in front of everyone

From selecting clothes through virtual ways to wearing matching outfits together.

From calls to sitting in silence irl

From just admiring the pictures to seeing you in person till I memories every little detail about you.

From "I miss you" to "Damn we missed our train, let's go and enjoy some more."

From "Thinking about you" to "Today we should go here."

From "Look this reminds me of you" to Creating memories together.

From "I can't wait to meet you" to "Finally we met"