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[winterzsurprise]

Peaches and Cream || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x f!reader

Summary: There's a stark difference with how your husband and Miguel treats you, starting with how rough the latter can be.

Tags: SMUT, NOT BETA READ, unprotected sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spanking, pussy slapping (once), fluff (?), jealous!Miguel, Miguel has a big dick.

Words: 2.2k

I got distracted from writing domestic Miguel after he replaced the dad!Miguel after he got shot. This is shit, my apologies I'll do better and add more flavor next time, promiseee. Title is from the song I was listening to the whole time by Noah Davis.

I don't know how to navigate tumblr as a second blog but thank you to all your comments, reblogs and likes, it really does motivate me to write more and better stuff. Also thank you to two blogs for putting me in their recommendations! I made it guys :''DD!!

cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love || hermosa - beautiful || pobrecita - poor thing (correct me on this one please) || calladita - quietly (thank you sm @eminenceplant for this)

There's a stark difference between your husband and the man hovering above you like a predator about to pounce.

Your husband's hands were soft and loving as it caressed and wandered your body as he peppered kisses down from your neck and to your inner thigh. All of his gestures are a sweet concoction of loving and adoration.

Whilst Miguel's touch was desperate, territorial as he clawed down your flesh, human nails digging into your thighs and breasts as he left a trail of purple bruises around your neck, collarbones before stopping to nip at your hip bone. Everything he does is animalistic, deprived and hungry as if he hasn't eaten for centuries.

His red eyes were clouded with dark lust, glinted with something carnal, even feral, in the dark that got your spine tingling with anticipation.

To see and feel his perpetual desperation for your skin, your scent and desire for your touch had your pride piercing the heavens. To be wanted as he does like you're the air he breathes is dizzying and you can't help but want more.

It's exhilarating, addicting even.

It hasn't been long since you found yourself in love with another version of your husband, yet you grew to crave more of him as seconds ticked by.

Miguel's muscled arms curled around your thighs, forcing them open before pulling you flush to his face with a surprising strength. A pleased sigh escaped your lips as his hot breath fans over your pubic bone, hand falling to knot onto his hair and tugging him closer.

You soon realised why he paused on top of your mound as he inhaled you in, immediately your cheeks flamed.

"You smell heavenly, baby. So wet for me as well, makes me want to taste you."

You bite your bottom lip, nodding urgently as you tug him closer and he clicks his tongue.

"Hermosa, I need your words."

"Please darling? I'll be nice I swear, eat me out please."

Miguel doesn't need to be told twice, dipping his tongue onto your dripping folds. Your back arched at the sensation, after months of no intimacy following the change in your husband, your arousal lit your nerve endings ablaze.

His left hand that was digging into your flesh then reached to splay itself onto your abdomen, pinning you to the mattress as his tongue flicked your clit with a firm pace.

With every flicker of his appendage, hot pleasure rockets into your stomach, body growing feverish as pressure builds up inside your abdomen.

As if sensing your orgasm from the hitch of your breath alone, his right arm unwinds from your thigh to trail down to your fluttering entrance, caressing the rim so sweetly it hurts.

"Miguel please."

He ignored you, focusing on suckling on your clit with a reawakened fervor. You tugged onto his hair, hard enough for it to hurt, for him to listen to your pleas yet he only grunted, sending ample vibrations to quake your bones.

"Beg for it nicely, cariño. I want to hear you beg for me."

"I want your fingers in me, please! Miguel, baby, I want to feel you in me, please."

He groaned, it rumbled in his chest before sending shockwaves down your spine. Then he shoved two of his thick fingers inside you and you jerked. The burn of being breached got your blood buzzing as it mixed with the pleasure his tongue gave you.

If your husband was gentle with his fingers, inserting them one by one with utmost care, Miguel is everything he stands against. 

His fingers immediately found a punishing pace, plunging in and out of you whilst curling up to touch the spongy spot in your walls. Encouraged by his digits, his tongue grew frantic as it sucked and flicked your clit rapidly, driving you closer and closer to your precipice. You opened your mouth to scream but it was caught short by his other hand clamping over your lips.

"Calladita, you're going to wake Gabriella up."

Miguel's gaze burns your face as he brings you pleasure atop pleasure with every thrust and lick .

To see your eyes roll back and your chest rise as you arch, the greedy monster claws at his neck, wanting for more reactions.

Bet her husband had also made her this way...

An ugly head reared out of the back of his brain, whispering taunts into his ears and reaching around with its rotten hands to blind his eyes. 

With the bitter realization, his fingers pistoned in and out of you with a punishing pace, the heel of his palm slamming into your engorged clit as a pathetic wet squelch echoed in the room. The sudden change in pace got you writhing, your mewls muffled by his hand.

"So fucking wet for me, hermosa. Tell me, do you get this turned on for your husband?"

You didn't respond and that seemed to anger him, pulling his fingers out and cutting off the intoxicating thrum of heat in your veins and you whined, displeased. Hearing this, he brought his hand down for a firm slap onto your clit.

"Fuck…"

"You don't get to react, mi amor."

He sat up, pushing down his sweatpants along with his boxers and his erection stands, slapping against his stomach. Your eyes immediately caught the dribbles of pre-cum pulsing out of his tip and your tongue grew heavy, hand reaching out to grab onto his dick.

Miguel, in more ways than one, is bigger than your husband. Your hand barely closed up around his length and dread loomed over you. He's about to ruin you, mind and body, with this dick.

Fuck, will this fit in me?

"You're so big."

He chuckled darkly, fingers pinching your chin. "No, your husband's just lacking, hermosa."

You should've been angered by his comment but you couldn't find it in yourself to reprimand him for it. Instead, you find yourself flustered at his confidence.

"On your knees."

As if hypnotized, you followed despite the disappointment rumbling inside you for not being able to pleasure him. 

You pushed yourself off of the mattress to turn but he was quicker, ever the impatient man that he is, his large hand splayed between your shoulder blades and pinned you to the cushion, forcing you to present your ass up at him.

"Darling? I really don't think it'll fit."

A resonating slap echoed in the room as he swatted your ass and you whimpered, body lurching away before strong arms dragged you back under him.

"You can and you will. I will make sure of it."

His cockhead poked your entrance and a thrill slithered down your spine. You looked down to your pussy, watching with rapt attention as he dragged himself up and down your folds.

The sight of his disheveled self with his head thrown back and mouth agape to let out groans made you shiver. How could someone look so attractive?

Miguel soon pushed in, the head of his dick immediately lodging into your small hole, stretching you wide as he slowly inserted more of his inches. The sting it brought got you gasping and grabbing tight onto the sheets, already feeling full to the brim with barely half of him in.

"Fuck, you're so tight for me. Pobrecita… your husband must've never fucked you wide open before."

Just when you thought it was done, he continued to push more of him. Your head grows light, pleasure shocking all your nerve endings awake from your legs and to the tip of your toes.

He didn't even let you rest, already pulling back and you almost shot up to grab him, scared he'd leave you hanging but Miguel left his cockhead in before thrusting all of his inches back in with one fluid motion and your mouth fell agape. 

"Fuck…! Miguel please!"

"What a greedy girl. Don't worry baby, I'll treat you well tonight."

If his slow thrust already had your mind fuzzy from the pain of the stretch and pleasure, his callous and frenzied pace got you praying as he released shockwaves after shockwaves of bliss to shatter your bones and down to your trembling legs.

You barely had the mind to bite onto the sheet to muffle your cry as he drove manically behind you. 

Seeing this, Miguel grew displeased. Despite knowing the reason for your actions, he wanted to hear how well he fucks you. It was childish trying to outdo someone he'd never encounter again but his pride is bruised.

That fucker got the chance to devour and have you pliant and panting under him for decades while he withered back in his lab trying to get rid of his unwanted addiction.

The bastard has ingrained himself into your body for years and he can't have that.

There should only be one man you should think about at night and be reminded of when you sit to feel the soreness rendering your lower body boneless.

"I'm gonna install noise suppressors in our room tomorrow then you'd be free to scream my name whenever you like, mi vida. You know how I love it when you cry for me."

You didn't say anything but instead nodded frantically. Fire licked every inch of your skin as the familiar tightness in your abdomen appeared, lightning shooting up your spine with every savage thrusts.

There was nothing else you could think of, focused on reaching your deserved nirvana and desperately shaking your hips to meet his thrust. Seeing how fucked and blissed out you were, Miguel groaned before swatting the globes of your ass, pulling a mewl from you.

"Look at you, so cock drunk for me. So beautiful… It makes me wanna tease you a little."

Feeling your orgasm being torn away as he slows, you whine and reach back to grab his hips, forcing him to piston in and out of you with a mewl. Miguel watched you with heavy lidded eyes, he has never seen such a sinful yet delicious sight until now.

If there was a scene he could ingrain into the back of his eyelids, this would be it. 

You, so desperate for a release and trying to chase it when he refused to. Eyes glazed with tears of frustration as you gave up trying to control his hips and bucked your hips like a madwoman into his dick.

There's no such thing as guilt when he got to witness you in such a vulnerable state, only gratefulness.

"Mi cielo, please! Move, I want to come so bad please…!"

He had a different plan for the evening but if you begged so sweetly like that, there's nothing he wouldn't give you.

A house, a new ring with the biggest gemstone you love, the world, the universe or something as simple as a climax becomes acquirable if you want them so badly, he'd give it all to you.

"Anything for you, cariño."

Despite the callousness of his touch driven with wanderlust and desperation to the point of passionate worshiping, Miguel differs from your husband by being love-starved and his brimming confidence in pleasing you a hundred ways before tomorrow without breaking a sweat.

A welcomed and fresh change nonetheless, the difference only led you to fall deeper in love with him.

He drove his dick back into you with a fresh yet ravenous pace, pulling back till his cockhead remains before plunging all of himself in. Miguel's nails dug deep into your flesh enough to make you fear for a permanent dent in them.

Your skin flared as the coil in your stomach reawakened, tightening further and further with every thrust. The warmth is maddening yet deliciously addictive as it lashes out, wrapping around your swelling heart.

"Let me come please? I want it please…! Ah!"

He leant down while his hand reached down to roll your clit in tight eights, decreasing his pace yet hitting deeper as he swept the hair behind your ear before tugging it hard.

"Give it to me, mi vida. I want it all, come around me."

With his proximity and whispered command, there was nothing else you could do but burst. 

Ecstasy easily drowns you as it floods your senses, white hot pleasure exploding behind your eyelids as you screamed into the sheets. Your orgasm rippled through you, shimmying under your skin and turning your limbs useless as they grew light.

There's nothing else you could call what you were feeling except 'heavenly'.

With the constant pulse of your velvet walls clamping down on him, Miguel soon followed with a deep resonating groan to his annoyance, painting your insides white with his liquid arousal.

It was a wonder he lasted this long after having only his hands to entertain him for years in the laboratory and spider hub. Nonetheless, he has his life to spend with you, years where he could discover and evoke your deepest desires. 

Placing gentle kisses on your shoulders, he grinned. "Te amo cariño."

"I love you more…" You mumbled back, exhaustion weighing your eyelids. You barely picked up his clicking tongue before he spoke up, sounding determined as if it was set in stone.

"No sleeping, mi vida. We're not done yet, I have months to make up, no?"

[russellsppttemplates]

All the milestones (Lando Norris)

Fraser came earthside earlier than you expected

Note: english is not my first language. Believe it or not, I'm also a preemie (genetically and health wise, I am a catch, I know). Jokes aside as this is a serious topic, I was born at thirty three weeks because of some complications and it all turned out well, but I am aware of what it entailed from people telling me and it isn't something I've seen around here! Knowing that the diversity I write brings comfort to read and to ask this warms my heart up so much 🫶 I'm also basing this off of my mum's experience!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions c-section and themes related to hospital stays and procedures, prematurity, pre-eclampsia

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"I'm really sorry I can't go with you, darling", Lando apoligised as he set the plate with lunch in front of you, "it's okay, it's just an ultrasound", you responded, "we're just going to check if everything is alright with you, right, little one?", you tapped your babybump softly. At thirty weeks pregnant, you were starting to feel the tiredness and aches like you had felt in your previous pregnancy, only now you had a toddler to look after as well, so you had been taking it easy. Fortunately, you were able to juggle work and family life in a way that allowed you to make the minimum compromise to both spheres of your life.

"Drink your water, baby", Lando reminded you, tapping the jug, "I'm going to pick up my dad from the airport and then we'll both get Tilly. Are you feeling like going out for dinner or should I get take out and we eat here?", he questioned, taking a bite of his food.

"I'd prefer to stay in", you stated, "are you feeling like anything special?", he asked back.

"Right now I can't think of anything", you offered, not really looking forward to eating the delicious food in front of you if you were really being honest. Still, you manage to eat the most of it.

"Have a good meeting, Lan, I love you", you said as you put your coat on, grabbing your bag with all your documents.

"Be safe, okay, baby?", he checked, kissing the top of your head and then kissing your baby bump, "and you too, buddy, keep yourself and mummy safe and sound, don't give her too much trouble", he said, helping you out of the door before you went on your separate ways, "I love you, gorgeous mummy!", he winked before he got inside his car.

Once you arrived at the hospital and checked yourself in, your midwife Amelia greeted you in the examination room, "how have you been feeling, Y/N?", she asked as she slipped the bad on your arm to get your blood pressure numbers, sending the urine sample to the lab.

"I've been feeling a little tired, especially compared to last time, which I can only put down to having Tilly, and she's a very calm child", you giggled, remaining quiet as the machine got your numbers.

"These look quite high, did you run up here?", she asked, "no, I got here earlier than I expected actually, I've been sitting on the waiting room for a bit", you scrunched your face.

"We'll just wait for your results and then we'll see if it's something we have to wordy about", she tranquilized, "let's see you baby boy, shall we?", she smiled as you lifted your shirt, letting her apply the cream and move the wand around.

"There's your son, Y/N", she smiled, "He's a bit quiet, but the heartbeat sounds good", she smiled, taking a few more pictures so you could bring them home for Lando and Matilda to see.

A knock on the door alerted you both as Amelia was taking your measurements, "I have the results for Y/N Y/L/N-Norris", your OB checked, seeing you in the room, "Hi, Y/N, I thought I'd only see you later", she said as she walked in. She pulled on a stool and sat on it, "your results are indicating that you might be in pre-eclampsia", she said as she showed the tablet's screen to Amelia, her stern expression confirming your suspicions on how serious the situation was, "your body is having trouble keeping up with everything, hence your high blood pressure and your urine results suggest your kidneys are working overtime as well", Dr. Martin said as you straightened up, hands coming to wrap around your baby bump protectively, "your baby is fine, so that's not a big worry, but we do think it would be best if we delivered him tonight", she advised.

"But he's too small", you argued.

"You're at thirty weeks, which isn't ideal, but the survival rate is very very high for babies born at this time, and we also have a team that is specialised in preemie care, so he will be in the best hands", she comforted, "we need to give you corticosteroids to make sure the baby's lungs are ready for when he comes earthside, we'll get you admitted and monitor you and the baby to make sure he's not struggling either. In a few days, depending on how this goes, we'll do a c-section. I know it's not ideal, but this is the best way to make sure you and baby boy stay safe".

Sighing, you nodded, "okay, whatever is best for both of us", you asserted, "I just need to call Lando - my father in-law is coming to stay for a bit and they're getting Matilda from school", you thought out loud.

"Absolutely, dear, everything is going to be just fine", Amelia conforted while Dr. Martin set you up to go to a room.

Lando helped Matilda up to her car seat, strapping her in as she spoke to his father, "and did you have a good day, princess?", Adam asked, "yes, we coloured lots and we saw a couple of butterflies when we were having our snack!", she smiled as Lando drove home.

The car system alerted them of a call from you, "hey, beautiful, I'm in the car with my father and Tilly - say hi to mummy, babygirl!", he encouraged, "Hi, mummy!", she cheered, "Hey Y/N", Adam greeted too.

"Hey, guys! Lando, can you give the phone to your dad, please?", you asked, "sure, love", he said as he disconnected the phone from the car, nodding his father to take the phone in the console.

"Hey, Y/N, is everything alright?", Adam asked over the phone, "Hey, Adam, I hope you travelled well! I'm not sure if Lando told you, but I had an appointment today, and it turns out I have to be admitted", you began, "I don't want to worry him, much less when he's driving, so as soon as you get home, can you tell him to call me back again, please? Baby Fraser might join us sooner than we expected", you mumbled, nerves obvious in your voice as Adam stayed with a neutral face.

"Absolutely, Y/N, I'll let him know", he said before hanging up.

"What was it? Is everything alright?", Lando asked, knowing there would be a reason as to why you didn't want to have everyone listening to the conversation.

Checking the rearview mirror to see Matilda playing with one of her books, Adam clarified Lando, "she is going to stay at the hospital for a little longer than she expected for some check ups, she didn't want Matilda to hear about it", he said. It wasn't too much of a lie, and he certainly didn't want to scare anyone and since Lando would be calling you anyway, it could wait for a bit, "she asked you to call her when you got home. Don't worry, I'll keep Matilda entertained", he smiled.

Once they arrived, Adam left his things in the guest bedroom and met Matilda in the kuchen, "grandpa will make you some snacks. What do you want, darling?", he asked as he urged Lando to go and make a call to you.

"Hi, baby", Lando said as you picked up, "dad said you wanted me to call you, is everything alright?", he asked as he stepped inside the bedroom, hanging his coat in the closet.

"Hi, my love", you sighed and sending Lando into alert, "when they did my check up, Amelia took my blood pressure and it was really high, and my urine sample didn't look great either. It turns out I'm in pre-eclampsia and they want to keep me for observation, and it's likely Fraser will join us in the next few days", you added, "I need you here -, and things for me", you let out.

"Are you okay? I'll start packing right away", he said as he put his phone on speaker, looking for pyjamas and toiletries.

"My blood pressure is high - so far there's no distress for the baby, and they want to keep him in for as long as they can", you explained, "I, I am fine staying here on my own, that's okay, but I really need you here for a bit", you asked, "of course, my love. I'm going to pack these up quick and I'll be there. I love you", he said before you said it back, putting his phone in his pocket and zipping the bag.

"Daddy, where are you going?", Matilda asked as she saw the bag, "princess, mummy is going to stay in the hospital for a bit so the doctors can make sure her and baby are okay, and daddy is going to take a few things for her", he announced, crouching down so he was at her level.

"Is mummy sick?", she pouted, "she's a little tired, so they're going to make sure she rests up as much as she can", he slipped out, "I'm going to be there for a little bit to giver her her pyjamas so she's comfy, and then I'll be right back, okay? Can you stay here with grandpa?", he asked.

"Okay, daddy", she said before walking away, "but wait!", she called from the hall.

"I'll get dinner started and tuck her in if it gets too late - she didn't want me to tell you until you were home", he apoligised, "I know, I know, thanks for being here, it was bloody good timing", Lando mused.

Matilda came back with one of her stuffed toys, a McLaren bear she loved, "this is for mummy, so she doesn't sleep alone", she smiled sweetly. Maybe her innocence was positive because it meant she was dealing with the situation quite well.

"I'll give it to mummy, baby girl, I bet she'll love it", he smiled, kissing her cheek and leaving to the garage so he could drive to the hospital.

When he arrived, Amelia walked up with him as she told you all there was to know, knocking on your room door before they stepped inside.

"Darling", he said, setting the bag down and sitting next to you on the bed, kissing your forehead protectively, "how are you?", he asked.

"Fine, although I don't think it has really sunk in", you mumbled, playing with his fingers, "how is Tilly?", you wondered.

"She gave you Mr. Brown", he said as he fished out the bear from the bag, "she said she wanted you to have it so you wouldn't be alone in here", he smiled.

After spending as much time as he could with you, he bid you goodbye and went home, finding his father washing up the dishes as Matilda got her pyjamas on for the night, "I have a tupperware for you in the fridge if you want something to eat".

"Thanks, I've got it from here though - c'mon, little miss, we're going to sleep!", Lando hoisted her up, holding her on his hip as they walked upstairs to the bedroom, "can I sleep in your bed, daddy?", Matilda spoke in a small voice, "I don't want you to be alone either", she admitted.

Smiling at her sweetness, he nodded, "of course you can, love. Mummy sent her goodnight wishes for you, and maybe we can visit her tomorrow, how does that sound?", he smiled, "yes, please, daddy!".

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"I made these for you, mummy, so your room is nice and colourful!", Matilda smiled as Lando let you in for a cuddle, your little girl getting help from her grandfather at ripping the tape so she could display her drawings she brought you almost daily, only missing days where Landk hadn't been able to bring her to the hospital because of their schedules.

"That's beautiful, darling, thank you so much", you gushed before turning to Lando, "has she cried again?", you whispered. You had been in the hospital for five days now, and two nights ago Matilda started with what was a tantrum at first and then evolved to crying about the fact that you weren't home. Lando was able to talk it out with her, welcoming her and allowing her to talk about how she was feeling and how it was beyond the fact that her tights were itching her.

"No, yesterday she told me she couldn't wait for you to come home, and that you were taking longer than she liked", he snickered, "always little miss rushing when it comes to you", he kissed the side of your head. Even though she was a daddy's girl through and through, she never made you feel left out.

"Y/N", Dr. Martin called after she stepped inside the room, "Oh, Matilda, you're so grown up already! Time flies by", she said as she waved at your little girl while Adam pulled her to sit on his lap, whispering "That's mummy's doctor, she is going to check up on her so you have to keep quiet, okay?" into her ear.

"I was checking your results, and I think between tonight and tomorrow, we might have to deliver your baby boy", she stated, everyone in the room straightening up as Matilda tried to read the adults' faces.

"His lungs look really good in the ultrasound we did this morning - as you know those were our biggest concerns, so we'll come up to monitor you, okay?", she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before excusing herself.

"Well, I think it's best if we get going, then", Adam said as he got up, coming up to kiss the top of your head and squeeze your hand in his.

"Mummy, I know you're going to do very well", she said, earning small giggles around the room, "when can I come and meet the baby?", she stepped up to give you a kiss.

"We will have to see how it all goes, princess, but when you can, you'll be the first to come, okay?", you smiled, brushing the curls out of her eyes and kissing her head.

"I'll drop these guys home, get the baby bag and then I'll be back", Lando said, kissing your lips and your baby bump, "you stay in there for just a little longer, okay buddy?".

By the time Lando got back to the hospital, you had already been given a few medications to prep you for the c-section, "Kelly and Max advised that I shopped for some smaller clothes, so I have those in there", he tapped the baby bag, "and how are you feeling?", he cupped your cheek.

"My blood pressure is really high, so they're thinking about putting me under, like, full body anesthesia", you bit your lip. Getting surgery was already a big thing, but being completely under was another.

"Oh, okay", Lando gulped, "they won't let me be in there then", he realised, "that's not how we wanted this to happen, but it's going to be okay, gorgeous. You're the strongest woman I know, you're going to be just fine", he smiled, "and our baby boy will come out screaming and he will be the strongest little one ever", he said, trying to convince you and himself of his words. He was scared too, but it wouldn't do you both any good to dwell on it too much.

Knocking on the door, one of the lovely interns and Amelia came to get you, "are we all ready? I'm afraid you already know this, Lando, but you won't, be able to be with us in the OR", she apoligised, "I'll wait right here, if that's okay", your husband suggested, kissing you one last time before they wheeled you off, "I love you, Y/N", he muttered against your lips.

While he waited, he looked at the drawings in the room with precise attention, finding one where Matilda drew the four of you, her brother in your arms and Lando holding her hand, names scribbled under each person in Adam's writing.

Less than an hour later, Amelia stepped into the room, Lando getting up from his spot on the chair immediately, "everything went well, they were weaning Y/N off of the anesthesia, she's going to the PACU until she wakes up and then back here", she smiled, "your little boy is in the neonatal unit, do you want to come and meet him?", she asked, Lando letting out a sigh of relief at her words, "I'll let you know when Y/N comes back to the room", she ensured, having been in the job long enough to know the dilemma of wanting to be in two places at the same time.

"Yes, let's go", he said as he straightened up his sweater, "can I hug you?", he allowed himself to feel emotional, Amelia's open arms offering him a little comfort, "they're both alright, Lando, you have such a beautiful family", she cooed.

Walking with him to the neonatal care unit, she helped him into one of the gowns as they greeted the other parents inside along with all of the staff, "this is your little boy", she said, offering him a sanitizer for his hands, "he can't eat on his own just yet, so that single tube on his nose is feeding him, the other one is giving him oxygen, and those stickers are to make sure his heart is doing okay - little milestones and little victories", she explained as Lando took him in.

Surely, he was much smaller than Matilda, but he could already spot some similarities, "Can I touch him?", he asked, weary of disturbing the perfectly architected environment inside the incubator, "yes, of course! Just be mindful of the wires and tubes", she encouraged, opening the little doors so Lando could touch your son.

"Hey, buddy", he spoke as he touched his tiny fingers, "you're already such a fighter, breathing so well without ventilation", he cooed. He looked up all the complications and when he didn't see a mechanical ventilator, he couldn't help but feel proud of the baby, "he is, we did all the tests and for now supplemental oxygen seems to be enough", Dr. Martin said softly, not wanting to spook them as she showed up, "everything went well with Y/N, she should make a full recovery once it heals", she rubbed his back.

"Thank you", he said, keeping the tears at bay as he looked back at Fraser, "you're so tiny they had to roll up your diaper, hm little love?", he spoke, "there are so many people who love you and they have so much of it to give you".

A little while later, Amelia told him they were taking you up to your room, so Lando said goodbye to Fraser, "I'm going to see mummy, Fraser, and I'm going to tell her how much of a higher you are, I love you", he cooed one last time, rubbing his arm before taking his hands away, closing the little doors and folding the gown for later.

Walking into the corridor to your room, Lando could spot you in the other end, smiling as you spotted him too, "nearly beat you in this race", you smiled at him as he gestured for them to wheel you into the room, "everything went as expected, Dr. Martin will be up shortly to speak to you two", one of the interns said.

"How are you feeling, gorgeous?", he said, brushing your hair away from your eyes and behind your ears, "I'm fine, the meds are helping with the pain, I'm sure", you giggled, "they gave me a good dose".

"That's nice, at least", he said, "I've texted everyone to let them know you were okay and everything went well", he added.

"Have you seen him yet?", you asked, "yes, I have", Lando beamed, "He's very tiny and he looks a little bit like Tilly already. And he's such a fighter, too! He only had those little pin-like tubes to help him breathe, they didn't need any incisions or anything. I would've taken a picture but I couldn't take my hands away from him", he admitted.

"Hopefully soon I can see him", you gulped, knowing it would off the books for a bit since you had abdominal surgery.

"All in due course, baby. I'm so happy you're both fine", he kissed your forehead.

.

"I just want to hold my baby!", you hiccuped, wiping the tears falling on your cheeks while Amelia conforted you, "just one more day, Y/N, maybe two at maximum to make sure you're healing well, too", she smiled apologetically.

A knock on the door alerted you as Lando and Matilda walked inside, making you wipe your cheeks quickly, "mummy!", she cheered softly, approaching you and climbing on the bed softly since she knew you were healing, "have you been crying, mummy?", she said, hugging your arm and resting her head there.

"Mummy is upset because I can't go and see Fraser today", you explained as Lando kissed the top of your head.

Amelia excused herself as you caught up with everything back home, "grandpa asked me to give you kisses", Matilda recalled as she kissed your cheeks, "his plane has landed alresdy", Lando added, "That's nice of him, thank you darling".

"We can go and meet Fraser, Tilly", Lando said as the window they allowed visitors in was coming to the half-time mark, "I'm going to give him loads of kisses from you mummy, don't worry about it!", your daughter said sweetly as she climbed off the bed, "I'm going to try and FaceTime, okay?", Lando confirmed, handing you your phone before they left for the neonatal unit.

"Matilda, darling, you have to put this on, okay?", one of the nurses gave her a mask, "she's in nursery and she might have caught some bug that isn't showing symptoms yet and it could be harmful for the babies", he checked with Lando as your husband nodded.

"It's like a costume, Tilly!", Lando tried to make it fun for her, adjusting the gown and then the mask around her face, "you can't go around touching things, okay princess?", he stated as she nodded, ready to meet her little brother.

Lando got himself gowned and led them to Fraser's incubator, "that is Fraser, baby", he cooed, typing on his phone inside the clear bag and FaceTiming you like he promised so you too could see the moment they met for the first time.

"He's so tiny", she gasped, standing on the stepping stool so she could see him properly, "I can't kiss him, can I?", she asked and Lando shook his head, watching you smile on the screen, "I'm going to blow him the kisses I have from mummy then", she said, her hand making the movements from her covered mouth to her brother, "I love you, Fraser, and mummy loves you too, she can't be getting because her tummy still hurts a little", she told him.

"This just makes you want to have another right away, doesn't it?", Lando croaked out as he wiped a tear from his eye, your wide eyes looking at him, "not anywhere in the near future - my body knows that much!", you giggled at the soft sight, "but it is incredibly cute, yes", you smiled as tears fell on your cheeks too.

"Look, mummy! He moved his hand, he's saying hello to you", Matilda smiled, "He's saying he wants to see you, too!".

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You were finally able to stand up and sit in a wheelchair, so your other goal for the day was going to see your son.

Amelia was the first to say she would take you, helping you sit and getting you there, "That's your little boy right there", she pointed as you were filled with giddiness and excitement.

Wheeling you to face plastic bassinet, your hand went straight inside, "he doesn't need oxygen anymore?", you asked his doctor, noticing the single tube you recognised as a feeding tube, "no, not anymore", he said, "we ran some tests this morning and he's doing just fine on his own, strong set of lungs he has! He woke two of the other babies up yesterday", he smiled.

Chuckling, you touched his arm softly, his hands opening and closing, "do you want to hold him?", he asked, catching you by surprise. Until now, no one ever held him as to make sure the treatments being done were working as best as they could.

"Can I?", you asked, eyes hopeful, "me and the rest of the team think he's finally strong enough to move out of here actually", he added, "not enough to go home just yet, but he can be in your room. This way you can have him close to you and of anything happens or you need help, the staff in your floor know what to do. He just needs to be able to feed without a pump, so either breastfeeding or bottle feeding", he stated.

"Wow, okay, I wasn't expecting this, I was so happy that I got to see him", you teared up, bringing your arms to position so the doctor could place your baby in your arms, mindful of the feeding tube that was still in him, "hey, my love", you cooed, touching his cheeks, "I'm your mummy. I know you were rushed out of my tummy, and it was scary for both of us, but it's looking up now", you cried, Amelia wiping your cheeks as she smiled too.

"Do you mind if we take his tube out now? Might be a little better for this little guy to be in his mummy's chest", the doctor suggested, getting the supplies he needed and setting them in the tray.

"It's okay, little guy", he said as he pulled it out, baby Fraser crying at the discomfort you could only imagine as you rubbed his back, "it's okay, my love, mummy's here to make it better", you shushed him, kissing his head multiple times.

"There, all done!", the doctor said, "if you want, you can feed him here or in your room, where you feel best", he wondered, "could we go to the room, please? I have my supplies there, too", you asked.

You had been pumping milk out since it came in, and you were finally able to feed him straight from your nipple, "okay, little one, you can't get lazy on us now that mummy has you in her room", Amelia encouraged, tapping his cheek slightly as he began suckling on your nipple, "there we go!", she cheered, "I told you it would get better, didn't I?", she winked at you.

When Lando and Matilda came for their daily visit, they didn't expect to see you walking around the room, your back facing the door, "you're up, mummy, that's good!", your daughter said as you turned around, showing her brother on your chest, "oh", she gasped.

"He passed all his tests, and he's getting chubby too", you cooed, squishing his thigh softly as Lando took the sight in, Matilda holding onto you as you patted her head and held your son. Your family was complete.

"That's daddy, Fraser", you cooed, pointing at Lando as your baby boy looked around to the two new people in the room.

"Can I have a cuddle?", Lando whispered before you transferred Fraser to his arms, your little boy curling up against him just like he had been curled up to you.

"Does this mean you get to go home?", Matilda asked, hugging you properly as you sat down on the bed with her, "not for a few days still, they just need to make sure Fraser is alright", you informed, "then we can go home and the four of us are going to have loads of fun", you smiled.

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"Tilly, can you help me here, please?", Lando called as her footsteps approached your bedroom, "can you get me that bedding from the drawer, please?", Lando asked as he held the mattres up, not wanting to miss the exact placement of the sheet, "thank you, baby, you're such a clever girl", he complimented, folding the corner in and letting the mattress fall back into place.

"When mummy comes home tonight, is Fraser coming with her?", she wondered, touching the next to me bassinet you kept in your room for the baby to sleep in the first few months, "yes, he is, he's finally good and big enough to come home, no more hospital visits", Lando sighed. The last couple of weeks were hard. Juggling things on his own made him even more appreciative of you and the efforts you made to make sure everything was smoothly running in the house, as well of your friends and family who suported your family in every way they could.

"That's going to be nice, the hospital smells funny", she scrunched up her nose, "and it's going to be like before but with baby Fraser?", she wondered.

"At first mummy will need our help in many things - she still has some recovery to do, but then it will be back to normal, yes", Lando offered, "and we'll have Fraser to go with us in our adventures".

"I can't wait to show him my soft blankets and my toys", she beamed, helping Lando with the bed and then getting ready to pick you up from the hospital.

"Thank you again for all of your work and dedication, we truly can't say it enough for all you've done for our family", Lando said to the team as they discharged you from the hospital, waving at Fraser in his carrier as he looked around.

By the time the four of you were back home, you ate dinner on the sofa, Matilda cuddled up to your side while Fraser slept in your chest, Lando holding the four of you in his embrace as much a she could, "we're finally all together", you smiled, "the Norris family is all together in one place we it should be", he said, kissing your lips softly, hand coming to rest on top of yours in Fraser's back as Matilda smiled up at you, "this is the best day ever", she murmured.

Post partum blurb

[ineffabildaddy]

core of a clementine

i wrote a touch-starved crowley pov ficlet, here it is!!! explicit content incoming

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Teach me to repair watches. Maybe I’ll forget the silken brush of your knuckles on my pebbled skin, stroking the place where my back meets my neck as you move to fasten my necklace.

Send me fruit-picking in the fields of Western Australia with the restless twenty-somethings. Maybe after six months, I'll struggle to recall the heel of your palm holding open a book, poised, imposing, steady.

Leave me behind a bar to pour endless pints. If I polish a thousand champagne flutes, then the press of your thumb into the core of a clementine may slip my mind entirely.

Bid me spin straw into gold on a loom. I might murder the memory of crying as I came, fucking myself on faltering fingers as if your digits graced my weeping cunt.

Put me to work with my hands and maybe I’ll learn to ignore yours.

Let me forget, too, how it feels to watch you plant a slice of cake on your wet tongue. How your lips cradle the stick of an ice lolly, how its juice drips down your proud chin, scarlet and vulgar.

Let me tilt my head back in the comfort of your armchair without picturing your mouth descending upon my throat. Let me crane my neck without craving your canines grazing my pulse points, as if you could pierce them and drain every drop of my blood.

My love would still be there, anyway. It lives in teeth and fingernails, it hangs heaviest where the blood isn't.

Do me a favour, stop scrunching up your nose. That way, I don't have to think about the tip of it catching on my clit if you were ever to taste me. Don't pinch the bridge of it, either, or I can't help but wonder whether you would tweak my nipples between your fingers and growl if I rode your face.

Turn away from me before you splay your hands out on the lower half of your torso. Then my brain won't silently have to plead, won't beseech you to press your belly into the concave of my back and fuck me mean, fuck me like it serves me right, serves me right for everything.

Don't spread your legs in the passenger seat of my car, love. Don't flex your thighs, don't shift the weight of your cock like it's sacred. Don't bring me to the point of talking myself down from swerving to the side of the road, don't force me to contemplate leaving the engine on while I climb over the gearstick and slick my parted lips with spit, waiting for you to feed me your length.

Don't tap your foot once you've grown impatient. Don't bring to mind how it might feel to sit on your knee, to roll my hips on the solid plate of it until I'm soaked and hard and lightheaded with want.

Don't speak in a whisper, darling. Don't mumble, don't murmur. Afterwards, I might dream of you telling me softly that I'm good, and then calling me a whore immediately afterwards.

I might wake up and think this means I love you. And we can't have that, can we, angel?

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if you liked this fic, pls go give it some love on ao3!!! thoughts and reblogs here are also much appreciated<3

this work is a gift for @voluptatiscausa <3

i know a lot of the legends have read this already so i’ll tag a few who haven’t (no pressure!!!): @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @sabotage-on-mercury @greenthena @amagnificentobsession @crowleyholmes @alwaystuesday @and-his-hands-were-24-crows @iammyownproblematicfave @portraitofalonelydyke

[astraystayyh]

Hi again, that angst anon from before hehe. No smut is totally fine! I wanted to request a piece where the reader has to kinda break-up w their skz s/o (or even vice versa) and they try to give their s/o a memorable kind of last day together? Ofc the said s/o doesn't know it yet?

Idk where this came from 😭 like totally not channeling my own breakup lmao. also, pls ignore if you don't feel like writing it! No pressure love <3

Beginning of the end

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: ANGST

Summary: You are breaking up with Chan, he just doesn't know it yet.

Author's note: I hope you are doing well lovely anon <3 Hopefully, this is what you wanted I'd love to hear your feedback!! Since you said that reader has to break up with their s/o, I made it related to work reasons, but you can imagine anything else, I didn't really dive into details.

Please leave your thoughts in the comments or reblogs,, I read every single one of them!!! Also, listen to "The night we met" if you can while reading, I think it really fits the vibe <33

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Loving Chan was the easiest thing you've ever done in your life. In the nine months you've been together, you quickly got accustomed to him. To his presence, to his words, to his smiles, to his touches. Sometimes, you couldn't remember what life was like before him.

You liked to imagine that you'd be together for the rest of your lives, that you'd spend every waking moment with him. It has never crossed your mind that there was a possibility he'd leave, or that worse, you'd end up leaving him.

But here you were, sitting on the edge of your empty bed, your phone tightly clutched in your hand. You've just received the job offer of a lifetime, an opportunity you've been fighting, working, and dreaming of since you graduated. The only problem is that it was on the other side of the world. You'd have to leave behind the comfort of your current life, and home- Chan.

You allowed yourself a couple of seconds of bliss, where you imagined you'd get both the job and Chan. But as much as you didn't want to, you had to face the cruel reality. Your relationship wouldn't survive if you left.

You barely saw him as it is and it would be too hard to maintain a healthy long-distance relationship. It would require too much effort, something you both can't put on because of your jobs. Loving each other would become tiring, the love would turn to resentment, then hate. You couldn't allow that.

And you were in love with Chan, you adored him with every fiber of your soul. But you knew that if you stayed the 'what ifs' would haunt you. How far would you have made it? Would you have been happier had you left? You'd lash out at him and it wasn't fair, not to him, not to you.

The sound of the door opening snaps you out of your haze- it was Chan coming back from his studio. You quickly stand up, wiping away the tears that have managed to escape from your eyes. You plaster a fake smile on your face, heading out of the bedroom to meet him.

"Hi darling," Chan greets you as soon as he sees you, opening his arms wide for you to hug him. You skip towards him and sink into his touch -as if he was the sun and you've been in the cold for too long.

You've always found Chan's hugs healing, there was something about the way he wrapped his arms around you that made you feel so safe, so comforted; as if your bodies were made solely to get lost in each other. But tonight, his hug had the opposing effect, tonight it felt like the calm before the storm. The beginning of the end.

Sometime later, Chan joins you in bed after eating his dinner. He brings your body to his and you snuggle closer to him. "Honey?" he calls out in a soft voice and you hum in reply. "Are you okay? You've been quiet tonight," he asks you as his hand slowly skims up and down your arm.

You thought he didn't notice but of course he did, he has always been very attentive to you.

"Just tired," you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his bare chest.

"There is something more," he points out, leaning away to look at you properly. Your eyes well up with tears under his watchful gaze. You loved his eyes so much. "Hey, hey, don't cry baby," he shushes, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. "You'll talk to me about it when you are ready, yeah?" he coos at you, using the gentle tone he only reserved for times like these.

"Alright," you whisper back, pulling him closer to your body once again.

"You don't need to hide from me, yn. I know you like the back of my hand."

You've always found the expression "knowing someone like the back of your hand" funny. It entailed that human beings remain unchanged over the years, just like the lines stretching on our palms do.

You felt that humans were more like seasons. We know that there is an autumn, followed by a winter, a spring and finally a summer. But seasons surprise us each time they visit, and sometimes you can no longer recognize the one you are in; just like you no longer recognize yourself at some points in your life.

And tonight, Chan saw you as an eternal summer, warm and loving. But you were an ending autumn, slipping between his fingers and morphing into a cold and lonely winter. He just didn't know it yet.

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You haven't slept for the past three days.

You stayed awake each night watching Chan; engraving each one of his features into your memory. He looked so peaceful sleeping in your arms, mumbling your name every now and then. He trusted you with his heart, you realized, and you were about to break it in half.

They always talk about leaving someone that had hurt you, the cruel words spitted out, the pretty vases shattered, the angry tears spilled. Chaotic breakups, a perfect end for a horrible relationship. But what about breaking up with someone you still love? How do you let go of someone who has been nothing but kind to you?

You knew that no matter how much you didn't want to, your final conversation with Chan would be a painful one. But you didn't want him to remember you that way, you wanted to leave him with a fond memory, a token of the love you both held for each other.

So, when there are only two days left until you have to give your final reply, you decide to spend one last memorable day with him.

It starts off with the breakfast you cooked for him. You brought it to him to bed and he gave you such a dazzling smile, you almost dropped the plate you were holding. You then drove to that one arcade he's been raving about, and he seemed so carefree there, you felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of what was to come.

Throughout the day, you tried your best to forget. As you ordered his favorite food, played his favorite music, fixed his jacket, fed him ice cream, and held his hand. You tried to forget that it was the last time you'd get to do it, the last time you'd get to love him.

Your final destination was the beach, Chan's favorite place before he met you. You never thought that one day, there would be an 'after you'.

You were now sitting on the sand, your back leaning on Chan's chest while you watched the sun cast down. "You know, I want to spend the rest of my sunsets with you", he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. You remain silent, you couldn't tell him that this sunset was your last.

"I love you", you finally reply and he hugs you tighter to him, "I love you too."

"No, Chan. Listen, I love you. I love you so much. Whatever the future brings, don't forget it, please", you turn around, holding his hands tightly in your sweaty ones. Chan's eyebrows furrow when he looks at you, you've never been this desperate for a promise. "Promise me. Promise me you won't forget it. You won't forget that I love you", you beg, your breathing labored now.

He grabs your face between his hands, anchoring you back to him. "What is going on yn? What's wrong?" he asks.

"Just promise me, please. Just this one thing."

"I promise yn, I promise baby. Just calm down, I'm here", he reassures, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Your silent tears dampen his t-shirt and he can feel his worry deepen. He suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"Baby, talk to me, please. You've been distant these past few days, and now out of the blue we go out and so happen to do all of my favorite things... What's going on? You're scaring me."

This is it then, the point of no return.

"I... I got a job offer. The one I've been dreaming about", you start off, there was no use in hiding it any further.

"That's amazing baby, I'm so proud of you! We have to celebrate and tell-", he excitedly rambles and you cut him off, "No. No... Listen to me. It's... it's on the other side of the world."

"Oh...", his joy fizzles out as realization dawns on him; the pieces of the puzzle suddenly falling into place.

He can see it too now, the countdown, the beginning of the end.

"Is this why you've brought me here today? Spending all this time with me only to...", he scoffs incredulously, "only to leave me afterward?"

"I didn't know how to tell you and I- I wanted us to have a final memory together", you explain, your hands reaching out toward him. He steps back as if your touch had burned him.

"Did it ever occur to you that if you left me after this it would hurt me even more?!", he shouts, standing up and pacing furiously in front of you. "You just gave me a taste of what the rest of our lives could have been like and now you're leaving?!"

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Chan, I- I'm so sorry. You have to believe me, please. It wasn't my intention!" you cry out. You never wanted it to end like this.

Chan takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair angrily. He doesn't look at you as he mutters a cold "let's go home."

The car ride back is tense, you don't know what to say, not when he's this angry, not when he's driving. When you arrive, he stares off into the distance, his jaw clenching every two seconds. "Go without me. I need time to myself," he tells you.

You oblige, understanding where he's coming from. As soon as you close the door of the car he drives off, leaving you standing all alone on the sidewalk.

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You are curled around yourself in a ball, the pillow beneath you is wet from your unstopping stream of tears. It's been a few hours since Chan has left; few hours less in the time you have left together.

The front door opens and you shut your eyes closed. You remain as still as possible when Chan enters your bedroom and lays right next to you. "I know you're awake yn", he whispers and you open your eyes, turning around to look at him in the dim light.

"Did you eat? I left you dinner in the kitchen", you say in a quiet voice and he nods faintly. "I saw. Thank you."

The mere centimeters between your bodies stretch farther and farther, turning into a vast ocean you can't seemingly cross. Chan can clearly feel it now- he's lost a war he never wanted to partake in.

"I will miss your dinners and the notes you wrote with them. I've kept all of them in a-", his voice cracks, "in a box under the bed."

"I know", you whisper, voice hoarse. "I saw it one day when I was cleaning. You even kept the flower I gave you on our first date," you choke out and he smiles sadly.

"I wanted to show them to our kids one day."

His words linger in the air, suffocating you. You can no longer hold it within- the sobs begging to come out, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry", you cry and he pulls you to him instantly.

"I know", he pats your head down and you cry harder.

"I never- I never wanted to hurt you. I swear, I swear."

"I know. I know, honey."

"And I love you, and I'm sorry- I'm sorry that it's not enough to make me stay."

"It's okay, I'm not mad at you, don't apologize."

You pull away, leaning in forward to kiss him goodbye. Your salty tears mingle with his, and you pour it all out in this kiss- your love, your pain, your remorse. You can feel his desperation as his lips meet yours for the last time, a part of him wanting to scream at you that you could have this for the rest of your life. That you could still make it work. But he doesn't. Instead, he settles on meeting your lips in a heart wrenching kiss, trying his hardest to make it last; as if he could live off the feeling you give him alone.

When you finally pull away, you gently wipe his tears away with the sleeve of your hoodie and he does the same. "Let's just act as if nothing's happening. Sleep as usual, yeah?" he says as he nuzzles his nose with yours softly.

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"I will". He won't. "Good night darling, I love you."

"Good night, Channie. I love you more."

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The sun streaming through your curtains wakes you up. You pat the spot beside you only to find it cold and empty, save for a letter carefully placed on the bed. You quickly open it, hot tears already blurring your vision.

"My love,

You wanted to give me a memory to remember you by, and you did. It wasn't our time at the beach, I'm afraid. It was you fast asleep in my arms last night. Those are the moments I fell in love with you in, quiet peaceful times where I could simply exist and admire you. I used to hate the fact that I couldn't sleep but I no longer minded it with you, it meant I could stare at you as much as I wanted. I suppose I'd have to find something else to do now.

My love, those past months with you have been the happiest of my life. And I see you everywhere now, I see you in the stars and sunsets, I see you in pretty gardens and in all the places we went to together. Loving you has been healing, loving you has been soft, loving you has been peaceful. And I wouldn't lie to you; I was ready to beg you to stay. It scared me to think of a world where I wouldn't be with you anymore.

But I realized I couldn't ask that of you, it was that passion you held within you that made me admire you in the first place. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you dimmed your fire just for me. So, wherever you go, I hope you shine brightly, my beautiful star. I hope you are fulfilled and I hope that waking up every day feels like a gift to you.

I suppose that no matter how much I wanted to, we weren't meant to be in this lifetime. But I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. I'd go through the pain of losing you if it meant I'd get to love you at some point in my life.

You've told me yesterday that you loved me, but it wasn't enough for you to stay. So don't worry, my yn, I love you and it's enough for me to let you go.

Yours, Chan.

P.S: I took the box with me and in a way, our memories with it. But our love will remain despite everything. I hope you'll always feel it too".

You hug the letter tightly to your chest, painful sobs racking through your body.

That was the last time you ever heard from Chan.

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Part 2.

[ghuleh-recs]

It's @chapel-of-rizztual's birthday!! So obviously I had to make us a mixtape of my favorite rizz fics. I was stoked to make this one because it meant I got to reread some of my favorite ghoul smut 😈 If you follow rizz you know what a joy it is to realize you're both on tumblr at the same time. You'll notice your feed slowly being taken over in the best possible way by a wonderful stream of consciousness reblogging spree. I have to add that chapel-of-rizztual is so damn supportive of fellow creatives, as well--sharing anything and everything we make. So let's all treat ourselves to some s tier ghoul smut in rizz's honor and maybe leave a comment or two as a lil' bday treat. ♡

recs under the cut.

In the heat of the moment - phantom x rain x mountain (polyghouls)

“Shit, I’m sorry-I didn’t realise.” He raises his arms as Rain pulls a clean hoodie on him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.” Rain chuckles lightly, running a hand across Phantoms chest, smoothing out the hoodie. “You’re in heat, darling. I wouldn’t expect anything different.” He blinks up confusedly at Rain trying to take in what he’d just said to him. “I-what? What!?” Or…. Phantom goes into heat onstage but doesn’t realise because it’s his first one topside.

The only exception - aether x dewdrop

Aether smiles sweetly at him, brushing a few stray hairs from his face. “You feel better after that, Honeydrop?” Dew nods, not trusting his voice. His eyes drop down to Aethers lips for a spit second before looking back into his eyes. Aether chuckles lightly. “You want a kiss, darling?” Dew nods again and Aether surges forward to capture Dews lips in his. He gives Dew a few little pecks before pulling back. Dew whines and follows his lips. “More.” He whispered. Aether cradles his cheek and pull him in for another kiss, a proper kiss thins time, not just little pecks. Dew let’s Aether lead the the kiss, letting himself melt completely into it with a contented sigh. Or… After a stressful day Dewdrop finds himself seeking comfort from the one ghoul he trusts the most.

tumblr ficlet - lingerie - cumulus x mountain x swiss x phantom x rain

“I-uh- well, we? We all saw it in the shopping centre the other day. And we all thought- well it’s just- we all thought of you? So…yeah.” Mountain fidgets nervously as he edges his way towards the door. “I’m-uh- going back to my room, the other are also there. You can-Uh-you can join us when you unwrap it.” He seem to snap out his nervousness for a second. “If you want! There’s no pressure! I just..yeah, no pressure.” He gives her an awkward thumbs up and slips out the door without another word. Cumulus would laugh at him if she wasn’t so excited to find out what was making him so nervous. She tears the paper from the box, giggling and rolling her eyes when she recognises the lingerie brand that’s stamped on the box. Typical Boys.

Don't want to close my eyes - mountain & aether (& dew)

Mountain’s insomnia has been flaring up recently, the past few weeks he’d been getting less and less sleep each night, which led to the last couple of nights where he’d been unable to sleep. Tossing turning in his bed, eyes heavy, unable to switch his brain off. He’d given up trying to sleep tonight. His room felt too suffocating, too familiar, the endless tossing and turning had become boring. Or… Mountain hasn’t been sleeping. Aether helps.

With desire flowing through my veins - copia x mountain

After realising no one had seen Mountain for almost a week, Copia, riddled with anxiety and worry, sets out to find the Earth Ghoul. He gets a little more then he bargained for when he does eventually find him.

tumblr ficlet - first time - dewdrop x phantom

Despite what everyone thought, Dew liked the new ghoul. Sure, he wasn’t Aether, but Dew didn’t think that was a bad thing. He liked how easy the new ghoul was. How desperate for attention he was, how he’d do anything with a simple command, no fighting back. Dew liked how much control he had over him, something he never really had before, he liked how he could do anything to the new ghoul and he didn’t even question it, he’s just happy to be getting the attention he desperately wanted.

tumblr ficlet - body worship - copia x dewdrop

It was a joke. A self deprecating one, but a joke non the less. And it had made the congregation at mass laugh, all be it an awkward laugh, but it was a laugh and Copia was taking that as a win.  Dew didn’t find it funny. If he’s being honest he didn’t really understand what Copia was trying to get at, he’d always viewed the man as some above godly creature, so to hear him say something so…low about himself made an uneasy feeling swirl in his belly. 

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Father’s Day - oneshot.

Summary: Henry hears his baby’s heartbeat for the first time…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2202

A/N: This was supposed to go up Sunday but I’ve been crazy busy so many apologies! My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Father’s Day - oneshot.

The dark room hummed with the sounds of monitors, punctuated by the occasional beep or click. Ollie lay quietly on the bed, feeling so nervous she was holding her breath. "Breathe darling, everything will be okay." The sonographer spun around in the direction of Henry's voice.

"He's right. Just relax and we'll get the scan underway in a few minutes." She turned back to continue filling out the questionnaire on her screen. "Okay so, I've got your height and weight. Your blood pressure results were also normal. I just need to know how you're feeling at the moment. Any sickness or diarrhoea in the last 24 hours or so?"

"No," was all Ollie managed to squeak in response.

"Any dizziness or confusion?"

"No more than usual," came Henry's immediate response. Ollie rolled her eyes while the sonographer laughed.

"Okay, and how are you feeling in yourself? Any depression or anxiety?" Ollie struggled to know how to respond. Fortunately, he answered for her.

"She's fine, a little overtired and nervous about today but that's all."

"Good. And I understand. But you've reached the end of your first trimester so you should start to feel a bit better soon. Finally, any stomach cramping or changes in bowel habits?" Again, Henry spoke first.

"She's been a little constipated--"

"Henry!"

"What? You always knew you were full of shit--"

"Oh my God, I could kill you!" The sonographer's head flicked between them both.

"That's perfectly normal. I would also start thinking of a birth plan."

"What should this include?" The sonographer was impressed with his attentiveness.

"Well, I would just start thinking about where to give birth, what your preferences are for pain relief and assisted delivery, how you want your newborn to be cared for, and so on." Henry nodded eagerly. "Anyway, let's crack on and have a look at your womb. I'm just going to apply the jelly now, it'll be a little cold at first…" He took his wife's hand and they smiled at each other expectantly. Moments later, a grey mass shaped vaguely like a baby flashed up on the monitor. Henry felt his breath catch in his throat. The sonographer smiled knowingly. "Ah, there we are. The first image of your baby… what do you guys think?" Ollie laughed with a mixture of happiness and shock. Henry remained silent until she peered up at him, surprised to see him so taken back. He swallowed hard.

"Wow," was all Henry managed to say. The two women giggled. The next few minutes passed quietly, what with the pair mesmerised by their baby's movements and the sonographer busy recording information. "Well, they're certainly a busy little thing…" He watched as their baby's fists bobbed back and forth.

"Is that normal?" The sonographer grinned reassuringly at Ollie.

"Yep, your baby's now fully formed. The organs, limbs, bones, and muscles are all in place."

"How come I can't feel them though if they're moving about that much?"

"Don't worry, you won't start feeling any movements until you're between sixteen and twenty-four weeks. Most first-time mothers don't feel anything before twenty weeks."

"How is everything else looking?" Henry looked at the screen pleadingly.

"Everything's looking good so far. Baby appears to be growing at the normal rate, and as you can hear, their heartbeat's nice and strong." He felt a tear roll down his cheek. Ollie was similarly overwhelmed. "Your placenta's hanging somewhat low but that should correct itself in time…" Ollie could feel her smile turn upside down.

"But what if it doesn't?"

"Oh don't worry, it's really nothing to be concerned about. It's quite common and as I said, it's something that usually corrects itself. Nine out of ten times, the placenta shifts to the upper part of the womb. However, if you notice any bleeding in the last three months of your pregnancy, you must let us know immediately." They both looked at each other concerned. "But please don't fret, placenta previa is actually quite rare and there's no indication at this stage that that's the case."

"What's placenta previa?" Henry cut in.

"It's when the placenta blocks or partially obstructs the cervix." The sonographer nodded, impressed.

"That's correct. It's nice to see your husband's been reading up. Placenta previa is problematic because it means the baby can't be delivered naturally. But we'll know at your second scan whether the placenta has moved or not. Until then I see no cause for alarm." But Ollie was still biting her lip, worried. The sonographer tried to reassure her. "Everything else is looking great though--"

"Can you determine the sex?"

"Henry, I said I didn't want to know!" The sonographer chuckled.

"Don't worry. Although their sex organs are well developed by now they're a bit too wriggly for me to get a better look. I should warn you though, sometimes you find out by accident at the second scan--"

"You mean, if his todger's big enough?"

"Henry!" The sonographer laughed again.

"Yes, but just let the sonographer know ahead of time and they'll do their best to keep it a secret. Do either of you have any more questions for me?" To Ollie's surprise, he responded immediately.

"Yes, when we will know the results of her blood and serum tests?"

"Her doctor will contact her within two weeks if the results are normal. If not then you should hear back within a few days--"

"And what about her due date?"

"Well from the information you've provided and the baby's measurements, her due date should be the 26th of December." Henry and Ollie's mouths dropped open.

"Wait, our baby will be born on Boxing Day?"

"Well, that's just an estimate. Usually, babies are born within a week on either side of the due date."

"So the baby could be born on Christmas Day?!" He was glad she'd asked because he'd had the exact same thought.

"Yes that's a possibility, but it's impossible to say for sure. So Dad, how's your Father's Day going so far?"

"Incredible… we're absolutely thrilled. Can we get copies of the scan to take away?"

"Yep, I can print those off for you now. Would you like a copy of the video as well?"

"Yes!" They chimed in unison. The sonographer then left them alone for several minutes while she put together the necessary paperwork. Ollie looked up to find Henry grinning down at her like a madman.

"So, thoughts?"

"Well I'm a little worried about my placenta…" He sighed.

"Oh darling, she said not to worry. Don't let it overshadow what a wonderful experience this was--"

"But aren't you concerned?"

"Not really, I've read up on placenta previa and even if that's what you've got, it's easy enough to manage and just means you'll need a cesarean instead--"

"But I don't want a cesarean!"

"Ollie you're getting way ahead of yourself, the sonographer wasn't concerned so you shouldn't be either. Anyway, what did you think of the baby? I was shocked to see them looking so well formed already--"

"Well, what did you expect it to look like, a sea-monkey?" Henry laughed.

"Aren't you happy though? She said everything looked great!"

"Of course I'm happy, I just hope everything continues going smoothly…" He leaned down further and kissed her forehead.

"It will sweetheart, come on, let's get you cleaned up, and then we'll get to my parents for lunch." Henry carefully wiped her stomach with some paper towels, placed a kiss near her belly button, and gently sat her up. The sonographer then reentered the room.

"Here we are, baby's first pictures." She handed a copy to each of them and he felt a lump in his throat once again.

"Thank you so much… we'll cherish these forever." The sonographer smiled.

"I'm glad I was able to help. I'm so happy for you both. Remember, you're free to contact us again if you have any questions. For now, just relax and enjoy the rest of your pregnancy."

***

"Wow, I can't believe this is our actual baby…" Ollie stared down lovingly at the black-and-white picture.

"I know, it seems so unreal… and yet there it is. Proof in black and white!"

"I can't see a nub, so it could still be a boy or a girl."

"What nub, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, haven't you heard of the nub theory? Guess you've got some more reading to do," she teased. "The nub is a tube that eventually develops into genitals. The theory goes that if the nub is at a thirty-degree or more angle, you're having a boy and for a girl, it's almost straight."

"So what does the picture show?"

"Well, that's just it, the baby was moving about too much for the nub to be captured."

"Well, I imagine at the next scan we'll have a better idea. The Cavills are well endowed so I expect at least a ninety-degree angle." She shook her head.

"I still can't believe I've bred with you…"

"What? If he has a widget as big as his brain he'll be unstoppable!"

"Will you please stop?! For all we know, we could be having a girl!"

"I hope so." She looked at Henry surprised.

"Is that right? I had no idea you had a preference…"

"Well, of course, I'd love a boy as well. But there are so many boys in the family already. And you know I'm a big soppy git under this brazen exterior, I'd love a daddy's girl--"

"Yeah, but I'm more of a tomboy which means she might be as well. Just cos we're having a girl it doesn't mean she'll love pink and princesses."

"No, but just in case, I'm down for having makeovers and my nails painted." She giggled.

"Will you promise not to make fun of her though? Regardless of whatever she likes?"

"Of course not!"

"Oh please, my dad made fun of everything. The boybands I loved, the clothes I wore, even the way I spoke." He regarded her sadly.

"Darling, one thing I can promise is that I will never be like your father."

"Good. I also want you to really listen to her. She has to have the best role model in you so she's treated well by other men--"

"She won't be allowed to date! Or get married… or leave home!"

"Henry, don't be ridiculous! They don't stay little forever." Henry harrumphed.

"Oh stop, they're not even born yet and you're already imagining them leaving home!"

"Well it'll come sooner than you think," she teased.

"Let's just focus on getting them here first. And I want you to promise that if we have a boy, you'll keep him close and do everything you can to protect him."

"Oh darling, of course I will. In truth, I'd prefer a boy. Growing up with girls was hard work. I've got no nephews on my side either. Just so long as he’s not a mini you, we should be fine…"

"What's wrong with him being a mini-me?!" She looked at him exasperatedly.

"Henry, I don't think I could cope with two Cavills teasing me nonstop, eating us out of house and home, and making a mess everywhere they go! Now, if he poops like you as well--"

"Oh stop, you're the gassiest out of the two of us!"

"No, I bloody well am not! You've got more hot air than a zeppelin!"

"Well, at least I don't sound like a burst one at night!" Her mouth dropped open.

"You little shit! You've got a cheek saying the mother of your child is loud at night when you sound like a frog in a swamp! Anyway, we can't bicker like this in front of them either."

"I think that might be a tall order…"

"Well, either way, I want them to feel secure and safe in the knowledge their parents love each other."

"Oh darling, they'll never question that. Even if I do occasionally," Henry shot her a wink and she rolled her eyes. "Now, when are we going to tell everyone?" She looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we're nearly out of the first trimester, it should be safe to start telling everyone now. I can't wait, it's so exciting! How shall we do it?" She bit her lip.

"I don't know Henry, it still makes me a bit uneasy."

"Oh sweetheart, you can see from the scan how well they're doing. If not now, then when?"

"I suppose you're right. But did you really want to tell everyone today? I don't want to upstage your mother's lovely meal."

"Don't be daft, it'll be the best Father's Day gift we could give my dad. It's certainly been the best Father's Day for me. They'll both be thrilled, I promise." She smiled and pulled out her phone.

"Oh go on then soppy bollocks…" Henry beamed as he took the phone. He then quickly dialled the number and pressed the speakerphone button. Eventually, a woman answered.

"Mum? Hi, yeah we're on our way now. Sorry, we got stuck in traffic on our way back from an appointment. In fact, can you go fetch Dad? Ollie and I have something very special to tell you both…"

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hi darling!! I LOVE the birthday event that you're doing 😍😍😍 can I please request 'bubblegum' (how they would propose) 💗 + Legolas my darling boy 🥺🥰 no pressure, love you!!!

bubblegum — how would they propose to their lover?

⤷ with: legolas greenleaf

⤷ thank you, baby!!! hope you like it 💛🦋

Legolas is sensitive about the world around him. He can sense when something is changing, when a foe can be turned into a friend, when the true evil approaches. Legolas knows a lot about the world and about himself, but he also knows a lot about you.

His heart is pure, his intentions are truthful, his love is endless. And yet, Legolas would never act on his love without knowing that you desire the same. Legolas has a light mood, carefree words, unending jokes. That does not means he don't care about other's feelings. About yours.

The moment he undertand that you feel the same, Legolas will feel like marrying you on the spot. Light would reach his body, affection would dominate his wills, and it would be almost impossible to stop the love from overflowing. Legolas would be so happy that it would hurt his body.

Despite being so impulsive, Legolas will make it special. Not big, not gigantic, but special. He would make it mean something.

It would be after a quest. After so long in the woods, it's finally over. After taking your so desired bath, Legolas would help you dry your hair. It will be delicate. Legolas will press a towel against your hair, his fingers would comb it gently.

Minutes would last for centuries. Embraced by him, feeling his warmth, time wouldn't pass. It would refuse to pass. And while Legolas comb your hair, your eyelids closed in pure delight, the question would come in a subtle whisper.

"Will you marry me, meleth?"

And your answer came just as quietly.

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Friends with benefits

→ PAIRING: Kim Seungmin x fem!reader

→ GENRE: colleagues!au | friends with benefits | smut — MDNI!

→ SYNOPSIS: After a certain event that happened one night, you and Seungmin have been addicted to each other since.

→ WARNINGS: smut | friends with benefits | public oral sex (F receive) | fingering | clit play | face grinding | unprotected sex | various pet names (doll, darling, little one, etc) | reader gets fucked dumb | use of the word 'slut' | creampie | brief mention of Seungmin receiving a blowjob

→ WORDS: 2.9k ~ (2965)

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“S-Seungmin, we can't.”

“Why not?”

“Because we're in public.” You whimper, looking down at the man who is currently on his knees, hands on either side of your thighs. 

“And? Hasn't stopped us before.” He purrs. You swallow, leaning back against the sink. “Anyways, you look so adorable, I just couldn't resist.”

“Seungmin, stop.” You whisper, flushing pink.

“In your cute dress that hugs your curves. You know how much your curves drive me insane, right? Did you wear this for me?” He kisses your inner thigh gently, eyes on you at all times.

“Y-Yes.” You whisper shamelessly. “I know how much this dress drives you insane, so I decided to wear it tonight.”

“You decided to wear it for our company party in hopes to be devoured by me?” He smirks, sucking your inner thigh and leaving behind purple bruises.

“I–”

“Admit it, y/n. You knew this dress would drive me insane. You knew I would get jealous of everyone else looking at you, touching you like they have a right to touch what belongs to me. You just wanted me to get jealous so I would drag you back here and fuck you raw.”

“M-Minnie–” You pant, shivering as he words run down your spine to your core.

“Using my nickname now, huh? You must really want me, darling.”

“I do! Minnie, I do!”

“Do what?” He cocks his eyebrow, finger lightly rubbing between your folds and clit. It's enough pressure to feel something but leave you wanting so much more.

“Minnie, don't–”

“I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me.” Seungmin coos. You swallow thickly, his fingers caressing your cunt teasingly making you shiver and want more. “Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

“You.” You shakily breath out, bundling your dress up to your stomach. Seungmin groans deeply, coming face to face with your flimsy panties.

“What do you want me to do?” 

“Fuck me.” You whimper softly, a look of satisfaction spreading across Seungmin's face.

“That's my girl.” Pulling your panties to the side, Seungmin rubs between your folds with two fingers. His fingertips brushing against your clit gently, sending shockwaves of electricity to shoot down your spine.

You grip onto the sink, the cold metal a stark contrast of your hot palm. You tilt your head to the side, biting your lip gently as you watch Seungmin bury his head between your legs.

He groans, licking his lips at the sight of your cunt. He watches his fingers become wet with slick, your core visibly throbbing.

“Such a pretty cunt.” He mumbles before swiping his tongue flat across your clit. You buck your hips at the sudden impact, moaning softly. “Such pretty moans too.”

“Stop commenting. It's embarrassing.” You feel heat coat your cheeks.

“I'm just stating what I love about you, is that so bad?” Seungmin looks up at you, battering his lashes in an innocent way. You groan, pushing his blonde bangs back.

“No,” You whisper before stroking his cheeks tenderly. “I like it. I always have.”

You and Seungmin are not a couple, so to speak. You being the new employee at a standard office job, it was requested that  Seungmin taught you the ropes, considering he has been there the longest.

He happily took you under his wing, telling you the dos and don'ts. The more time you spent with each other, the more he came out of his shell; as did you.

He'd sit with you in the canteen and eat his lunch with you, he'd openly tell you the secrets of other employees, giggling and occasionally having a good bitch about them.

And then it happened.

Piles upon piles of paperwork, stacked high on your desk. You knew it was going to be a long night considering your boss is ruthless. Plus having ‘i need this done by tomorrow!!’ in bold writing was an instant tell-tale sign that you weren't going home anytime soon.

Ten pm rolled around. Your shoulders were hurting, eyes burning and a faint indentation on your fingers forming from the pen resting between them; you wanted nothing more than to go home and be greeted by your warm, cozy bed. Just when you thought you were alone, Seungmin popped in holding takeaway, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, hair tousled.

One thing lead to another. It happened so fast. One minute you were eating pizza, the next you're on your knees, sucking your employees cock. The way his length rubbed your throat, drool spilling onto your white shirt and his head kicked back whilst strangled moans left his lips; you wanted more and so did he.

You both became addicted to each other. Everywhere and anywhere you could do it, you did it. You mainly did it at work, walking past each others office whilst casually sliding a piece of paper saying ‘met me out back x’

Anywhere at any time, whenever you both felt frustrated, angry or simply horny, you'd sneak off together and have a ‘quicky.’ However, you never did at his house. You wondered why but that's all it was, curiosity. It didn't bother you in the slightest, just as long as you got to embrace and drown in his warmth.

Relationships in the company are forbidden, the boss claiming they don't want it to interfere with work, so you and Seungmin had to keep this friends with benefits relationship on the down low.

“What if we get caught?” You manage to say, feeling a moan rise to the surface as Seungmin laps at your entrance.

“I don't care. The job is shit. The boss is so far up their own ass, he can't see the daylight plus, the pay is awfully low for the amount of hours we work.” Seungmin pulls away for a brief second, looking up at you with lustful eyes. “I say we get caught.”

You give in. The look in his eyes is mischievous, lust taking control of his mind. He's not thinking straight and neither are you. Seungmin is right though, the job is shit so maybe getting caught by someone would be a blessing in disguise.

“Fuck, Minnie.” You grunt, feeling his fingers push inside your core. Your walls welcome his digits, his tongue flat against your clit as he licks teasingly. 

He pumps his fingers at a steady pace, pleasure coursing through your veins. You moan softly, hitching a leg up high to allow more access.

“Good girl.” Seungmin softly praises, licking his lips before attaching them to your clit. He sucks it softly, giving it soft nibbles. You kick your head back as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging at the scalp.

Seungmin curls his fingers against your walls perfectly, hitting and rubbing the sweet spot. Your walls contract around his fingers, thighs shake as you pant heavily. His tongue skilfully licks your sensitive bundle of nerves, shockwaves of pleasure running up and down your spine.

“S-Shit, Minnie.”

“Good?” Words muffled against your cunt as he sucks and nibbles. You hum a simple “mhm!”, lips pursed together in a thin line. 

Your grip on his hair tightens, a sharp tug at the roots causes Seungmin to grunt deeply from the back of his throat. Your slick coats his fingers, your ability to keep silent failing more and more with each thrust of Seungmin's fingers.

You whimper as you feel him retract his fingers. You frown, a pinch between the brows. Seungmin chuckles, licking his fingers clean whilst humming at the taste of your essence.

“So delicious. I adore the taste of you. It's so addictive.” He growls. You swallow, watching his head disappear between your legs again. Your toes curl in your shoes as you feel his tongue swipe along your entrance, your essence collecting on his tongue. 

He holds onto the sides of your legs, desperately lapping at your entrance. His tongue pokes and prods inside collecting every single drop of you.

You struggle to hold yourself up not wanting to hurt Seungmin. Your legs shake and burn from tensing.

“It's okay. You can grind on my face.”

That's all you needed to hear. You grab the back of his head, pushing it flush against your core. Your dress falls, covering Seungmin.

You whimper as you grind down on his face, hips bucking and rocking back and forth. Seungmin holds onto your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“S-Seungmin.” You pant out, your moans echoing in the public bathroom. You close your eyes feeling his tongue working its magic on and in you. The tip of his nose bumps against your clit each time you rock forward, causing you to shiver and your stomach muscles to contract.

The background noise of music and your colleagues chattering soon becomes white noise. Your focus shifts onto Seungmin and the way he laps at your core, the way his fingers sink into the soft flesh of your ass cheeks.

“You taste so good and it's all mine.” Seungmin shakily speaks out, his hand making contact with his length, which is straining against his clothing. 

“You're going to make me c-cum.”

“Isn't that the whole point?” Seungmin smirks, licking his lips.

“I mean.. yes, but s-still!” You stutter.

“I want you to cum, darling. I want to taste more of you, give me everything you have and more.”

“S-Seungmin, stop.” You pant out as you hang your head low. You grip onto his, now sweaty hair tightly in your hands. The knot slowly forms, getting tighter and tighter with each lick and suck.

“You want me to stop?” Seungmin cocks a brow, pulling away. You whimper, swallowing as you take in every detail of the gorgeous man kneeling before you.

“I-I…”

“Because I could easily stop here but I don't think you want that, do you?” Seungmin lightly trails his fingertips along your inner thigh, making contact with your clit.

Your hips buck involuntarily, a strangled whimper falling past your lips.

“N-No, I don't. Don't stop, Minnie – please!”

“That's my girl.” Seungmin resumes his previous position, licking and sucking at your sensitive clit. Your legs shake, struggling to hold your weight.

“I can't, Minnie.. I-I can't!” You sob.

“It's okay, you can cum if you need to. I'm here.”

“I-I think…”

“Mhm. It's okay.” One final swipe of his tongue was enough for the knot to unravel. You cry out his name as he pushes his tongue deep inside your core, collecting every fallen drop of essence.

“Fuck. I know I've said this a thousand times before but, you taste so fucking good for me, y/n.”

“Shut up.” You mumble, fixing your underwear and dress as Seungmin stands up. You cock an eyebrow, giggling cheekily as you cup his strained boner. Seungmin grunts and bucks his hips in your hands

“Hows about we say fuck this party and get a hotel?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“I can't, Seungmin! I-I can't.” You whimper, on the verge of sobs.

“Shh, little one. You can.” His hands caressing your waist gently as you tremble. “Here, let me help you.” His hips buck upwards, hitting deep inside.

Your legs, which are situated either side of Seungmin, tremble. Your body jolts, hands planting themselves firmly on his chest.

“I–I.. Seungmin, deep, so deep!” You cry out, his cock stroking your walls, cockhead hitting your sweet spot that sends you into overdrive.

“Mhm. This cunt is so good, it feels so warm and tight around me.” 

“You're so deep Seungmin. It's too much, so much…”

“Want me to stop?” He challenges, smirking a little as his hips slow down in speed and intensity.

“No!” You almost shout out, flushing red at the sound of your own eager voice, “Dont… Dont stop! Keep going.”

“With pleasure.” He grips your hips tightly, fingers sinking into your flesh as he helps guide you in matching his erratic movements. Your perfectly round breasts bounce in time with the movements, your nails digging into the soft flesh of his chest leaving crescent marks behind.

“Shit… Shit, fuck… Seungmin – ah more!”

“Listen to yourself, moaning and begging for more. You can't get enough of me, huh?”

You whimper, tears pricking your lower lash line as your body becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, shockwaves running up and down your spine as you bounce the best you can on Seungmin's cock, desperately trying to match and keep up with his tempo.

“I can't… I can't Minnie. Your cock is so deep inside me. I love it so much, more… I want so much more.”

“Such a greedy little girl. Always behaving like a slut just to get what you want.”

Seungmin wraps his arms around your waist, rolling you both over so he is now towering over you. You whimper, tears falling from the corners of your eyes. Your hair fans out on the hotel pillow, Seungmin grabs the back of your thighs, pushing them flush against your chest.

Your hips lift up off the bed, hands fumbling and gripping onto Seungmin's arms.

“Deep, so deep. Minnie… move, please.. Please, I beg you.” 

“Shit y/n. You're so amazing. Your body is everything I've ever dreamed of and more. So beautiful, so fucking beautiful.”

Your back arches off the bed, a dumb smile plasters across your lips as Seungmin thrusts deep and fast. Your mind slowly starts to cloud over, the world around you becomes a distant thing.

Your mind can only focus on the sheer amount of speed and power Seungmin has, pleasure rushing through your veins like adrenaline. You wither beneath him, head flopping from side to side. 

You part your lips, drool slowly pooling and falling from the corners.

“M-Min–” 

“Look at my beautiful baby, fucked dumb from my cock. Do you like my cock, doll?” Seungmin coos, licking his lips before pushing his sweaty bangs back and away from his face.

“Love… Love it so much. Fave thing…”

“Is it your fave thing, doll?”

“Y-Yes. My fave thing. Your cock is my fave thing ever, Minnie. I-I love it… addicted to it.”

“Shit, y/n. Holy fuck, you're something else. No matter how many times we fuck, I can never get over how fucking ethereal and delicious you look and sound.”

You give Seungmin a big, dumb grin, humming and purposefully clenching around his length. He moans your name softly, shivering at the feeling. Seungmin let's go off your legs, letting them fall by his side. You weakly plant your feet on the sheets, legs spread wide and bent at the knees as he holds your waist in a firm grip.

Incoherent moans and whimpers in the form of each other's name mix together with the sinful sounds of skin slapping on skin combined with the sloppy sounds of Seungmin's length pushing and pulling inside your greedy and soaked core.

Seungmin's hips falter, cock twitching constantly. The knot forms slowly in your stomach, heat pooling and rising to the surface causing you to sweat and shake. 

Your oversensitive clit being met by Seungmin's fingertips as he rubs slow but gentle circles. Your toes curl, hands gripping onto the bed sheets as the sensitive becomes too much for you to bear.

“S-Seung… I–” Your head flops from side to side, incoherent mumbles leave your lips as tears stain your cheeks.

“Shh doll. You're doing so well for me.” Seungmin coos, comforting you. Your walls hold a vice grip around Seungmin, a tell-tale sign that you're close.

But so is he.

Seungmin has been holding off as soon as he entered your tight cunt. The knot in the pit of his own stomach becoming so tight, it's unbearable but he wanted to make you cum first purely because he enjoys the way you feel around him.

He loves how your walls contract around his length, juices spilling out of you. He loves watching your back arch off the bed and your hands frantically searching for something to hold onto you. The soft cries and whimpers as you cum is music to his ears.

“Seungmin… c-close!”

“Do it. Cum around my cock. Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want.”

“P-Promise?” 

“I promise. I promise to give you every last drop of my cum deep inside you, fill you up to the brim but you have to give me what I want. Can you do that for me, doll?”

You nod your head frantically, gripping onto Seungmin's wrist. “Yes! yes, I can.”

“Prove it.” He smirks. You whimper, nails digging into his skin. The knot tightens, heat rises until a wave of electricity washes over you.

Your back arches, legs shaking as your orgasm hits you hard. Seungmin grunts, feeling your walls contract and release around his length. You cry out his name, eyes shut tight as you pant heavily.

“Good girl. That's it's.” Seungmin praises. You whimper, shivering and panting as you come down from your high.

Seeing and feeling you cum around him was enough for his own orgasm to approach. One final thrust and his hips stopped. His cock twitches deep inside you, hot cum shooting out and coating your walls.

Seungmin's head hangs low, bruising forming on your waist from his grip. Beads of sweat roll down his temples and chest, strangled moans and breathes leaving his lips.

You hum, enjoying the sight. You reach out to stroke his sweaty cheek, giggling softly only for your giggling to stop once Seungmin grabs your wrist, pinning it about your head.

He smirks, licking his lips as you swallow thickly.

“M-Minnie?” You feel your heart rate elevating again as you watch him lean over you. He rests on his forearms, lips inches away from yours as he whispers;

“Oh darling. Surely you didn't think we were finished? We were just getting started.”

→ note: happy new year everyone! i hope 2023 will treat you all with love and kindness. 🤎 if you plan on going out, please stay safe! if not, then i hope you have fun in whatever you may be planning. this'll be my last fic of the year (hehehe, don't mind me with the typical 'next year' jokes) im so pleased i managed to finish this on time and leave you all with a small something!🥺 i hope you all enjoy this! don't forget to leave feedback, reblog and interact with me here. enjoy!!

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I'm Starving Darling, Part One

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You had seen her once or twice before—the Lady of the Castle. You knew what she was; everyone did. There was no ignoring the rumors and the fear from your family every time one of the daughters came down from the castle in springtime. You couldn't help but be curious, and that curiosity is why you were brought to the castle. They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, right?

A/N; sorry for the long delay, and the lack of Alcinia in this first part, but I promise she is coming in part two! Also forgive my grammar mistakes, I only kinda edited it, I don't know what else to say here, if you liked it give a like and a reblog, my ask box is open~ -Buggy

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The raids had been coming more frequently; it used to be at the beginning of spring, when the snow had begun to melt and life started to renew, that the Daughters would come down every few weeks, take a couple of girls, and they would never be seen again. Now that the raids were coming every week, the village was on edge even more. Between the raids and the murmurs of some sort of beast in the forest, everyone was terrified of going outside, and the village had begun to feel like a ghost town.

But life had to continue; you couldn't just hide away in your house—not anymore at least. Food was getting scarce, so you had to go tend the small vegetable garden you had in your backyard. You thought that if you were quick enough, you would be fine. You had taken notice of the raiding pattern, so you felt confident in your ability to avoid them while also making sure you had dinner for tonight.

You missed being able to come out into the fresh air. You could lay in the garden for hours. The flowers used to be so beautiful, but now it was a pitiful little plot that bore a few vegetables: spring onions, potatoes, and some spinach. It was enough to make a solid soup; what you wouldn't give for some kind of protein, but you didn't think you could track any down, at least not with the time you had. Your fingers dug in the dirt, pulling up a few potatoes. You were about to pull some of the spring onions up when you heard something. You froze. Your heart started to pick up; you could feel it pounding in your throat. The sound was so loud.

There was no way you were wrong about the raiding pattern, yet here you were listening to the tell-tell sounds that they were here. Close to your home, next door. The sound of wood splintering caused you to get lower, trying to move quietly back to your own home. There was an odd sort of buzzing in your ears, and you swore it followed you as you tried to sneak your way home, hoping no one looked over your fence and saw you.

You heard the yelling and screams of your neighbor as she was pulled from her home and her husband's yelling when he was grabbed and pulled out, but his screams were short-lived. You needed to get in and hide quickly. You needed to get inside and hide quickly, but as you touched the door, you could feel something was wrong. You felt a rush of air behind you; the buzzing had stopped, but there was a sudden pressure of a hand against your arm, barring you from opening the door.

A shiver trailed up your back as you looked down at the hand and followed it, looking slightly back to come face to face with one of the daughters. She had long blonde hair, and her lips were stained in a deep crimson. She grinned manically at you. Hello, little mouse... You tried to scurry away. That's no fun." She nipped at the air In front of your face, and you tried to wrench your arm away, panic setting in. The woman held strong, and you couldn't get your arm away. Her hand tightened on your arm as she pulled you back into her, her other arm grabbing your neck.

Yelling wouldn't save you; it had never saved anyone; either no one would come or if someone did, they would meet a grizzly fate, so you stayed silent. Your silence annoyed the daughter; you had obviously taken away her fun. You felt her hand tighten against your throat, and the other wrapped around your waist to begin pulling you. Pulling you away from your home and back towards the back gate.

"Not even a little peep mouse?" The tone was dark and threatening, but whispering it in your ear caused goosebumps to erupt over your arms. You tried to pull away from the woman, trying to find any way to get yourself free from her grasp. Oh, you struggle so hard." She teased and laughed, but she kept her grip on you with ease. You fought so hard, but she pulled you out into the street like you were nothing more than a sack of potatoes. Then you panicked harder, seeing the other two daughters with their prizes. Your neighbor's wife looked a little worse for wear; she was terrified and whimpering. Her husband was unconscious, his head bloodied; at least you hoped he was just unconscious.

Though you knew his fate was certain death, he would be slaughtered as soon as he was in the castle. You wished you could do something—something to save them, something to save you—but you knew that once you got to the castle, that was it. You were going to be just a memory to those who survived you. It was a sad thought, really, so you had to do something—anything—to escape. You wrenched your head back towards your captors arm and tried to sink your teeth into its flesh. This was enough to startle the woman into letting you go; the moment her pressure was gone from your body, you ran. You ran as fast as you could in the opposite direction. You could hear the other two laugh, and the one you had escaped growl. You pushed your legs to run faster than you ever had before. Your life depended on it.

You slid around a corner looking for a place to hide as you ran, but the moment you saw a little open shed, your body was falling hard, crashing into the gravel road. You could feel the sting of the gravel scraping your knees and hands, but the stinging was the least of your worries now. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, realizing that her teeth were now in your shoulder. She growled and pulled you up flush against her. After a moment, she pulled her mouth away from your now bloodied shoulder and pulled you up from the ground.

A breathy chuckle took the daughter's breath. "You won't scream, but you will put up a fight? I will love hunting you in the castle." You could hear the grin in her voice. But before you could say or do anything else, you felt a hard knock across your head, and your world went black.

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[ladylamrian]

Hii 🥰

I saw this and thought pink 🩷 You can use the quote / pic in whichever way you want 🩷

Loyal to be Royal 👑

Female Main Character: Alex

Pairing: can be considered as F!MC×NikRyder or F!MC×Garrus, the fae

Summary: Alex feels the pressure of royal life

Word Count: 1.9K words

Rating: General

Warnings: none

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A Garrus (fae) fanfic for @teatimemols 🧝🏻‍♂️🧚🏼‍♀️

Taglist: @infactnoimmasitinthemiddle ; @peonierose ; @secretaryunpaid ; @jdstar88 ; @blackcatkita ; @lilyoffandoms ; @liviusofpella ; @mxdanni ; @dutifullynuttywitch ; @mariemarieohcontrary ; @tessa-liam ; @choicesficwriterscreations ; @hopelessromantic1352 ; @rosepetals1 ; @choicesjanuary2024 (Prompt: Relationships)

Some parts beta-read by @peonierose

Thanks @lilyoffandoms for ideas of this prompt

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Author's note: Part of Song Lyrics taken and rewritten from Barbie - The Princess & the Pauper 🩷👑

"Hey guys, I'm back.", Alex tiredly spoke as she finally entered Garrus his bar, the Graveyard Shift from the side-door. Krom, Ivy, Nik and Garrus were seated on stools and enjoying their drinks.

"Hey, Alex!! You look exhausted. Everything alright?", Nik asked her with a concerned look on his face as she plopped on an empty stool next to him and rested her head on the wooden table.

"Tired.", she wispered.

"Tired? Awww, poor thing. Did you faes partied hard at the palace or what?", Ivy giggled and gently rubbed her friend's back.

To answer her question, Alex sat upright and faced her friends with a sad expression. "Ivy, that's not it. I'm so tired of all those many rules. I'll never be a perfect royal. All I do is make mistakes. I... I just want to make Thalissa and everyone proud, but I can't. I wish just father was alive. He would have definitly helped me."

"Rook, you're still learning. I know you will be doing well. I just want to say... We... We haven't seen you for days and... well...".

"What we all want to say is that we missed you, Alex."

"I know, Krom. I missed you all too. Sorry, but beeing royalty isn't exactly a piece of cake. I thought it's not going to be difficult and I'll enjoy this wealthy life, but I guess I didn't know what was coming for me. It's so stressful, especially when Lamrian has currently no ruler sitting on it's throne. So it's up to me to handle everything."

"Do you even want this royal life, rook? Can you handle this or...?"

"Oh baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.", she confidently answered him and winked.

"Oh really?", he raised an eyebrow.

"Nik, I somehow have to. For my father, Lord Elric. I'm alive only because of him and Lamrian is my home. I don't want to disappoint him. I have a duty to fulfill... just like you have, Nik.", she glanced meaningful at him and got serious now.

Yes, what has to be done, must be done. Just like the young nighthunter, Nik Ryder swored after the death of his adopted father to protect everyone from evil and keep the worlds safe.

"Yeah, guess so... I just thought about your well-beeing.", Nik disappointedly looked away, trying to avoid her gaze.

"I know, but I have to prove myself. Some fae nobles are just... Arrrghh!!! Rules, rules and more rules.", she wanted to scream and let her frustrations just out.

"I sadly know what you mean, darling. I've been there too.", Garrus gently smiled at her and layed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Honestly, I feel hopeless actually. They haven't even considered me as Elric's child yet, as the heir of Lamrian, a member of the royal fae court... I'm no fae for them, just an outsider who's responsible for my father's dea..."

"Don't you dare to say that!!", Garrus suddenly bursted out his anger which surprised everyone since it's not his nature.

"Uhhh, Garrus? You okay?"

"I... I... I'm sorry. My apologies for the sudden tone and behavior. But... My fellow fae friend, don't you ever dare to blame yourself for anything. You're innocent and not responsibile for anything. Neither for the death of my duke nor the banishment of young Lord Tialo. Some fae nobles are just like that and they won't change their behavior, so do not allow them treat you like this. They think they're just better than others. Trust me, I've been there too once and I feel you. Of not beeing accepted and..."

Garrus was the heir of a Fae viscount before the Fae cast him out. The friendly fae remained exiled until this day. He was banished for running cons and swindling magic off the upper crust. The Fae court was too uptight for him and he needed his freedom. But until today, still dreaming of returning to the Fae kingdom. His true home.

Garrus lowered his head, remaining silent for a moment in front of his friends who worriedly glanced at his sad expression. It took a few seconds, before the handsome fae snapped out of his thoughts and focused back on his loyal companions.

"I was thinking. My dear Alex, let me help you. Guide you and teach you about the royal life of a fae. Let's show them what we got, darling."

"You would do that? Are you sure?"

"I'll show you, m'lady. But I'll teach you in my style. Some music, please!", Garrus requested and Krom immediately did what he asked. A beautiful, classical melody began to play. Garrus began to sing and dance. Taking Alex her hands in his and twirling around the room as if they were dancing waltz in a dance hall. While dancing he began to demonstrate whatever he was singing whether using his acting skills, body language or showing her something. He started by picking up a silver spoon from a plate.

🎶 To be a royal is to know which spoon to use.

To be a royal is a thousand pairs of shoes.

To maintain a regal gait.

Leave the parsley on your plate.

And be charming but detached, yet amused 🎶

"Wohoooo, Garrus!!!", Ivy excitely cheered and began to whistle.

🎶 To be a royal is to never be confused

Do a plié and never fall

Don't ever stray from protocol

All through the day, there's just one way you must behave

Do keep a grip and never crack

Stiff upper lip and arch the back

Bend from above and always wear your crown and wave

Shoulders back and

Tummy in and

Pinky out and

Lift the chin and

Slowly turn the head from side to side 🎶", he sang while Alex did what he musically requested.

"Like this?"

"Dear, you're Fae-tastic!"

"We're Fae-tastic."

Soon Garrus signaled Krom to turn off the music. The song might be over but there was still a lot to teach.

"That dance was amazing, Garrus."

"Thanks, now listen!! From the way you eat to the way you walk, here's what it takes to have the manners of a royal.", Garrus proudly handed Alex a very big binder over.

"Ooof, it's... really heavy. But you will help me, right?"

"Of course, teaching you about the life among the royal court of the fae is also important. Don't worry that's very simple. Are you up for the task or is that too much for the beginning, darling?"

"I'm ready, Garrus. Challenge accepted!!", she winked.

"First thing, the royal curtsies. They don't need to reach the floor, simply put one leg behind the other, bend your knees, and bow your head slightly. However, deeper curtsies and long pauses are a sign of respect and formality."

Alex does as her fae-friends explained and put one leg behind the other, bend your knees, and bow your head slightly.

"Pfff, that's easy."

"I like your spirit, dear.", he smiled and placed a plate infront of Alex and requested her to take a seat at the table.

"You may not put much thought into how you cut your food, but those nobles take dining etiquette very seriously."

"I know how to eat properly. I'm a grown-up and not a toddler."

She held the knive in the right hand, the fork in the left with the tines facing down and stabbing the food. Then she brought it to the mouth.

"Instead of stabbing the food, balance food on back of the fork, then bring it to the mouth."

"Is it that important, Garrus? I mean, at least I don't mess up my clothes or my face while having a meal. "

"You're right, dear. I don't care either, but... the other faes."

"I know...", she sighted.

"Look, if royals need to use the restroom during a meal, they don't announce their intentions. They simply say, "Excuse me," and leave it at that. If they're not done eating, they cross the utensils so wait staff know not to take the plate. When finished with the meal, they place utensils at an angle, putting the handles at the bottom right of the plate."

Alex took the fork and knife in her hand and started to place them correctly on the plate.

"Wait, you mean that angle?"

"Like 4:20 on a clock you mortals use."

"Hah, I got it! I'm good at this, right? Show me more, Garrus."

"You're a natural, dear. Now let me think what else you might... Ahhh, yes. Now I know. They say your handshake reveals a lot about your personality. Keep direct eye contact with the fae in front of you, grasp their hand firmly but not painfully, shake for one or two pumps (no more!), and shine a royal smile."

"Why two pumps and not more?"

"Yeah, why two? Good question, Alex. Why only two, Garrus? What if I want to give four?", Ivy asked too.

"Wouldn't four be too much.", Krom asked worriedly.

"Yeah Garrus, why two?"

"Quiet, please!! I'm trying to give lectures to Alex. I actually don't know either. Hmmm, let's skip that. Alex, they say that men in the royal family put out a helping hand when their spouses go down a flight of stairs, especially at formal events. The women keep their chins parallel to the ground and hands at their sides. If there's a banister, they rest a hand on it, rather than grab it and keep their toes pointed toward the railing while they walk."

"I know, I know, it's just like in the movies. But this royalty here doesn't need the helping hand of a man, I can do this on my own.", she confidently answered.

"Your spirit is admirable. Another point, royalty are expected to be addressed by their full, given names rather than nicknames given to them by their families and friends. Sooooo...", Garrus nervously glanced at Nik who immediately understood.

"Are you tryin' to tell me something, Garrus? Nobody has a problem if I give Alex nicknames. It's my style, right rook?"

"Uhhhhh... riiiiiiiight, blondie.", Alex rolled her eyes and grinned after giving the blond haired guy a new nickname. It's sure fun.

"Don't call me like that, rook."

"Alright, blondie. Oh, I... I mean, Nik. So Garrus, what's next?", she tried not to laugh and turned her attention back to the young fae.

"Alex, you did well. These are enough lessons for the first day, we'll continue tomorrow. Time to open the Graveyard Shift and letting the customers in.", Garrus suggested while taking out his keys to open his bar. As he was headed towards the front door, Alex stopped him by resting her arm on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I... Thank you, Garrus. For helping me, teaching me. For everything."

"I would do anything for my favorite fae."

"I know, but still. Thanks! And I'll promise you that one day, I'll make sure that your banishment will be lifted. I'm aware of how much you miss your home, Garrus. Soon you'll be free again, I promise."

"Thank you, Lady Alex."

"Please, no formalities. You're my friend. Even when I become a duchess one day, I would never want my friends to call me like this. Without any title, please. Just Alex is fine.", she smiled at him.

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Heyyyy I got so sick last night for no reason like the kind of sick where you can fall asleep sitting up and all you wanna do is lay under a fan and tears just like fall from your eyes out of nowhere lmaooo could you possibly write a short little blurb of Eddie taking care of a sick weepy reader bc I neeeeeddd him no pressure at all tho plz ignore if you don't want too <3

I wrote this as soon as I could I am so sorry that you were so sick, I hope you feel better love <3 Thank you for requesting this I hope it helps

Eddie got a call when it all started, "Ed's...I need you" you beg softly and weakly. You've never felt this awful before and honestly, you don't know what is going on around you. For the past twenty minutes, you've just been laying still on the floor next to your standing floor fan.

Eddie has never been one to drive safely but by the grace of god, he is shocked that he didn't get pulled over or killed by how he was driving after getting that phone call from you. It's been only four months since the two of you have gotten together but the years of friendships before that make him know how you are as a person and you aren't one to beg for help. When he pulls up to your place he leaps to the front door and storms in. "Where are you? What's wrong?"

He is rushing around in a panic without even taking a breath, the only thing on his mind is trying to find you. A very pitiful whine comes from your room, his heart breaks hearing how sickly you are, he rushes to your room and he whimpers at the sight before him. "Oh my darling, come on let me get you into bed the floor can't be that comfy for you." You just moan in agreement and let him move you off the floor.

He gets you into the bed and you sink into the softness of your mattress, you feel Eddie's hands softly touching your face and neck and he feels the temperature you so clearly have. "I'm going to go get a nice cool rag for you, I'll be right back" He moves quickly but carefully just in case you have a headache and are sensitive to any sudden sounds. He returns shortly after leaving and with your eyes closed you don't notice his presence but he does notice more about you at this moment.

You seem so weak, your body is caving into itself and it's killing him to see. You are much paler and...is that tears? "Darling?" he softly whispers and he's shocked to see that you respond with how quiet he was. You open your eyes slightly and the tears are confirmed but it's like you're not even noticing them. "My darling what do you need me to do" He is begging to know how to make this all go away, if he could he would snap his fingers and take this all away from you, he would take your place in a heartbeat if he could. You reach out to him weakly and just moan his name so obviously sick.

He moves to the bed but before getting in next to you he turned on your fan on the highest setting. When he gets into the bed he softly moves you to be laying on his chest and he holds you as close as he can. "You just relax now, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere darling. Let me take care of it all" You nod against his chest before quickly falling asleep to the sound of his soft heartbeat. In your sleep you hear a soft whisper pass his lips, "I love you more than anything I'll always take care of you"

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OKAY I'M MAKING AN INTRO POST

my main is @isitsafetodrinktherainwater32 so if you see it in your notes... THAT'S ME

hello my name is joe i'm a lesbian and i use any pronouns except he (YES EVEN NEOS) this is my utdr sideblog where i post my silly drawings and i scream about ralsei my favorite marshmallow man

i follow from there so um. Watch Out

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i also have a few deltarune ocs but i don't post about them that much... except for tenna because she's fun to draw xD

i have also made a 100% not serious parody of just dance called just dodge which is basically deltarune's story of undertale. it's cringe on purpose so i think you should definitely read it teehee heehee

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I'm finally here with the second addition to the depressed Seb au, something like a second chapter to In Sickness and In Health (but it's not a multi-chapter story, I just wanna show you some parts of Seb's journey of healing). ❤

In this story you can read about Seb's first day at home after being in hospital for weeks. It's almost right after where we left them in the original/previous story (link in the paragraph above this, I advise you to read it too because it can help to understand this).

Also, we're now a little late to my first anniversary of being in this fandom but I'd like to thank you for the support you've been giving me since I'm here. I'm really grateful for it, especially for the reblogs on my drawings and stories but for everything else as well. ❤

Seb/Kimi • 2106 words • major depression • past malnutrition • mentions of meds • description of food and struggling with eating • healing journey • being at home again is not easy for Seb • supportive Kimi • established relationship • comfort • one step at a time (they're gonna be okay) • Ao3 link

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Sebastian stood in the middle of the living room, looking around at the long-time-not-seen house of theirs. Nothing changed. The couch was still there, the television and the bookshelf too, as well as all the other things. Sebastian wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing. Maybe… Maybe he just had gotten used to the hospital and needed time to get used to being at home again. Maybe. But that was certain that arriving home didn’t bring the happiness he had expected.

“Welcome home, darling,” Kimi said with a soft smile on his face as he stood next to Seb after putting his bags on the couch.

Sebastian didn't say anything, just walked to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway like there was something stopping him. But there wasn't. At least not physically.

The bedroom was the same, too, the bed was the same, in the same position, everything was the same. Same. Same. Same. He couldn't go in; his mind and body didn't let him. His breathing quickened alongside his pulse, and he had to hold on to the jamb because he felt like he was gonna have a panic attack. Please no. Not now.

“Seb,” Kimi called him, “tell me, what are you feeling now? Do you need to sit down?”

Seb nodded and slowly took a few steps back and sat down on the couch.

“I can't... I can't go in,” Seb tried to say while taking a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart down. There was no need to panic. He was finally home, Kimi was there with him, and everything was going to be alright.

“You don't have to,” Kimi said, simply. He knew Seb needed time and he didn't want to put any pressure on him when he just arrived home after spending weeks in the hospital.

“I want to.”

“I can move the bed if that helps,” Kimi offered, looking at Seb's face, trying to read his expressions. It seemed like he was scared and unsure. “And you can sleep on my side,” Kimi added. “I've already changed the sheets, the bed is clean and ready for us to sleep in. But we can use the guest room if that's better. Or... You can use it if you want to sleep alone.”

“I want to sleep with you,” Seb looked at Kimi for a moment, “It's just... That bed...”

“I know,” Kimi nodded. That bed... Needed to go. Kimi silently blamed himself for not getting rid of it already. “One step at a time, darling. You've just arrived home after all those hard weeks. Now just try to get used to being here again, alright? You can think about where to sleep later, too, no need to worry about it now. We have plenty of time and you’re the one in control.

“Thank you,” Seb looked at him and a soft smile appeared on his face as he reached out to touch Kimi's hand. He needed Kimi's touch but he didn't want to rush things, he still needed time to get back to the intimacy. The meds help but it's a long process. Kimi looked at the hand on his hand and then at Seb. Seb nodded so Kimi gently touched his hand, not doing anything else, only keeping his hand on Seb's. It was only a few seconds but Kimi was proud of Seb for it. He knew the hug at the hospital was a big step so he didn't expect anything else for the day but Seb still tried and tried and it was nice to see.

“We should eat something,” Kimi suggested after Seb pulled his hand back, “Lunch was your last meal, it's now time to have a snack or something.”

Sebastian's dietician made a meal plan for him, and Kimi knew it was important to stick to it when they arrived home because that way Seb could heal easier. Following a good daily routine helped Seb at the hospital so Kimi decided to stick to it. And since there weren't any nurses with them, it was now Kimi's job to take care of all the important things; Seb’s meals, meds, walks.

“Just a little snack,” Seb said, heading to the kitchen. He knew he needed to eat but there were times when it wasn't that easy. But for Kimi, he tried. Kimi saved him, he’ll always try for him.

“I prepared some things for you; you can find them in the fridge.”

Seb opened the fridge but the sight in front of him made him close it instantly and just stand there with a lump in his throat. When he looked around, his eyes locked with Kimi's. Shit. He had to find a way to get out of this situation.

“What's wrong?” Kimi asked, coming closer, making it impossible for Seb to escape. “Would you like something else?”

“No, it's just...” Seb tried to find the right word without hurting Kimi, “Too many options,” he said, finally, looking at the ground because he felt like he didn't appreciate Kimi enough when he tried this hard to take care of him and help him.

“Hey,” Kimi said, “It's okay, darling. Would that help if I gave you two options you can choose from? Like in the hospital in the last two weeks. Or only one option is better for now?”

When Seb got into the hospital, there was only one food option for him as they were working on getting his body used to the food again, and after a few weeks, it became two for almost every meal so he could choose which one he wanted to eat.

“Two is good. Sorry.”

“It's okay.”

“Can we watch a movie?”

“Of course,” Kimi nodded, trying not to make his happiness visible because he didn’t want to make Seb uncomfortable by making a big deal out of watching a movie. Even though it was a big deal for Kimi because the last time they’d watched a movie was back then when there were no signs of Seb’s depression. “You can choose the movie and, in the meantime, I’ll prepare the food.”

“Thank you.”

***

“So, fruit salad or sandwich?” Kimi asked while maneuvering the bowl and the plate to the coffee table in front of the couch. Seb looked at them. A bowl, almost full of fruit or two sandwiches. The sandwiches looked delicious, there were salad, ham, butter, and tomato in them but they were too big and looked dry because of the toast. The fruit salad contained kiwi, tangerine, pomegranate, pear, and apple in small pieces. There were some not-so-good textures but it still was better than the sandwich.

“Fruit salad, please.”

“Here you are,” Kimi handed him the bowl and then sat next to him on the couch, with the sandwich plate on his thighs. “So, what are we gonna watch?” he asked, taking a look at the tv.

“I know I said movie but I found a series and it looks interesting so if you’re okay w—”

“What is it about?” Kimi asked, smiling, because he was happy Seb found a series to watch so hopefully this movie afternoon won’t be their only one.

“It’s about a gay schoolboy who falls in love with his classmate. It’s based on a comic. It sounds like a light story; I think it’s good for us now.”

“Yeah,” Kimi agreed, “Sounds good, let’s watch it.”

Sebastian started the series and then looked at his food. Maybe it was a bit too much. Too many fruits. 

“You don’t have to eat everything,” Kimi said, with a reassuring smile, “only the ones you like, okay?”

“Okay,” Seb nodded, choosing a piece of apple as the first one, “Sorry.”

“No need to,” Kimi whispered, caressing Seb’s upper arm. “It’s still a long way to the finish line, darling, but we’ll get there, I’m sure.”

After this, both of them started to eat while watching the first episode of the series. Kimi finished his sandwiches in a few minutes, leaving the plate on the coffee table. Seb, on the other hand, was struggling a bit but he didn’t want to give up. The apple was delicious and the pear too, so he ate those first. The kiwi was awful, he had to leave them all at the bottom of the bowl with the pomegranate seeds. 

Kimi didn’t say anything, he just glanced at him a few times during the episode to check if he was still eating. Pride filled his heart when he saw the bowl was half empty and Seb was still eating, this time the tangerines. He was slow but he kept going. Kimi wanted to give a kiss to him and whisper something in his ear but he knew he needed to stay calm because overwhelming Seb would make the opposite of what they wanted to achieve. He’s happy for every little step Seb takes but he needs to keep it to himself so Seb could feel normal again.

They were about ten minutes in the second episode when Seb put the bowl on the coffee table. There were only kiwis and pomegranate seeds left in it. He couldn’t eat them because of the texture and also because he was already full. 

“Would you like something to drink?” Kimi asked but Seb shook his head, so they continued watching the two boys’ friendship slowly turning into love. 

Seb wasn’t really there mentally as Kimi noticed. He looked at the tv sometimes but most of the time he was fidgeting with his bracelet while his eyelids started to lower. The next thing Kimi noticed was Seb’s head falling on his shoulder.

“S-Sorry,” Seb mumbled when he noticed what happened. Kimi smiled and ran his hand through Seb’s golden curls.

“It’s okay,” Kimi said, “Come here, I know a more comfortable position,” he said while putting a pillow at the end of the couch. “You used to like lying on top of me, so if you still like it…”

“We can try it,” Seb nodded, smiling softly, and got up from the couch so Kimi could lie down, and then climbed on top of him. Wasn’t an easy thing to do but in the end, he managed to find the right position for himself and for both of their legs. Maybe a couch is not the most ideal place for two grown men to lie on at the same time but at that moment it didn’t matter.

“Can I touch your hair or your back?” Kimi asked when Seb put his head on Kimi’s chest and closed his eyes.

“Yes, you can,” Seb murmured, trying to relax. He needed Kimi’s touch but he wanted it slowly, without crossing boundaries that came to the picture with Seb’s depression. Being close to Kimi again after those months helped him to sleep in the hospital so maybe it could help now too.

“Sleep well, darling,” Kimi murmured as he started caressing Seb’s back, slowly, following the same pattern to help him relax and drift off. It wasn’t long before Kimi noticed Seb’s slow and even breathing, the one that shows he was asleep. Seb was holding on to Kimi’s upper arm like he was scared Kimi would leave him alone. Not that Kimi wanted to do that. He would never leave Seb alone. He loves him, no matter what. 

When it was sure Seb was asleep, Kimi covered him with a blanket that was on the top of the couch. When everything was done and the blanket was covering Seb everywhere from his neck to his toes, giving him the much-needed comfort, was the time when Kimi decided to nap for a bit too. He knew his back would be dead if he slept there but, to be honest, the only thing he cared about was his lover on top of him, sleeping peacefully; a calm moment after all the storms of the last few weeks, even months. Therapy sessions, arguments, struggles with the food he was supposed to eat, and long nights filled with crying; it wasn’t easy. It’s never easy but now there’s always light at the end of the tunnel. 

The winter slowly turned into spring, the birds started to chirp and the sun started showing its rays again. People say the sun helps when you’re sad or feel down. Maybe a walk outside in the sunshine could help, Kimi thought before drifting off as well.

Maybe the sunshine will help his Sunshine to find himself again. 

It definitely will, he was sure of it. He knew someone that could help with it. 

-

Next time Daniel's gonna go on a walk with Seb and then he'll have a coversation with Kimi.

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[resowrites]

Stand By Me - oneshot (request).

Summary: Henry has to step up when the pressures of his fame have serious repercussions for his girlfriend…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, details of anxiety/panic attack, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1507

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Stand By Me - oneshot (request).

"So how long are you guys going to be here? I love your dress by the way… is that silk?" The fan standing in front of her grabbed the billowing fabric and Henry could feel his hand being gripped tight - the signal she gave when she was starting to panic. "Are you heading back to your hotel, cos we could have drinks?" The fan tried to take her by the arm and he immediately yanked her to his side.

"Uh, thanks but there's somewhere we need to be. It was great meeting you, enjoy the convention." Henry then whisked them both in the opposite direction, away from the beach and back towards their car. By then she was staring straight down and breathing hard. "I'm so sorry, darling. I knew we shouldn't have come here without Steve. I'll take us back to the hotel and you can have a lie down before dinner, okay?" But she didn't answer him, her concentration instead seemed fixed on her footsteps. It was a bad sign and Henry could feel a pit open in his stomach. "Darling, can you just nod to tell me you're okay?" Her eyes had glazed over and the grip on his hand was tighter than ever. By the time Henry opened the car door, she was as pale as a ghost.

He felt so guilty. Turning his attendance at San Diego Comic-Con into a mini vacation had seemed like a good idea, a chance for them both to spend some quality time together after he'd been away the last several months filming. But although he'd researched the route beforehand and taken care not to be recognised, four fans had stopped them in the space of twenty minutes and even he was beginning to feel stressed. Henry was sure they wouldn't need their bodyguard, Steve, for a simple trip to the beach, but the place was just too busy for him to move about unseen. He attempted to change the subject. "You know my brother sent me a video of Kal this morning, guess what he was doing?" Henry looked over and found she had her eyes closed. "Darling, are you feeling sick? Do I need to pull over?" A quick flick of her head was all she could do to respond.

It wasn't that she was shy or socially awkward, she just didn't feel safe in crowds of people - especially when they invaded her personal space or grabbed her. Once or twice would have been bearable, and he regretted not leaving before she was pushed past her limit. "Darling I don't want to ask this, but do you feel an attack coming on? I can pull over and help you regulate yourself?" Her eyes were open again but she hadn't blinked in almost a minute. Henry knew that look well - she was dissociating. "Okay baby girl, let's try the five-four-three-two-one technique, yeah?" She breathed in hard but remained silent. He wracked his brain for another idea. "Okay, how about a butterfly hug, then? Cross your hands over your chest, and do eight sets of alternate taps, there's a good girl." But just as Henry turned his gaze back to the road, he saw something ahead of him flash twice. A camera. He swerved and took a back street, leaving the huddle of photographers at the side of the road far behind them. They were clearly there for the convention and may not even have taken their picture, but he was taking no chances.

"What's going on? Henry, what's happening?!" He'd hoped she hadn't noticed the flash, but unfortunately, the quick change in speed and direction gave her another reason to panic.

"Darling take some breaths, we're almost at the hotel, okay?"

"Henry, you're not answering me, what's going on? Is someone chasing us?!" She looked in the rearview mirror and started hyperventilating.

"No, darling! Please don't be scared, nothing's going to happen. I won't let it--"

"Just like you didn't let it back there?!" Her almost breathless response startled Henry, and as soon as he pulled up beside the parking valet, she darted from the car and into the hotel foyer. But he wasn't fast enough to chase her into the lift and when he finally entered their suite, she was nowhere to be found. Henry called out her name three times, tried ringing her twice, and then resorted to phoning the front desk to see if she had actually checked out and gone elsewhere. But all they could confirm was that she'd arrived just before him. Henry sighed and placed the phone back into the receiver. A terrifying thought then entered his head and he dashed onto the balcony, hoping against hope that he wouldn't find her there.

Henry breathed a sigh of relief when he slid back the doors and found the space out there empty. But where had she gone? Surely she wouldn't leave without coming back to their suite first? He crossed into their bedroom, hoping to get changed before he went out to look for her, and noticed what he thought was a noise coming from their ensuite. Tentatively, he pushed back the door. "Oh, darling…" There she lay, curled up in a ball next to the bath, sobbing. Henry planned his next movements carefully. Firstly, he turned off the bathroom light, leaving the room bathed in the glow from the hallway. Next, he plucked a towel from the rail above him and placed it carefully over her body.

When her cries became less desperate, Henry laid down beside her and gently ran his hand up and down her back. He kept his voice soft and low. "There we are, you're doing so good for me, sweetheart. Shushhh, breathe. Gently, darling, gently." Eventually, her body stopped shaking and she staggered to sit up. Henry smiled, hopeful she was through the worst of it. "How are you feeling now, darling?" She looked down at her hands uncomfortably. "It's alright, I'm right here. You're safe now." Something flashed across her eyes.

"And where were you when your fans were pulling me from pillar to post? That was really scary, Henry…" Her voice caught in her throat and he felt a lump in his.

"I'm so sorry, darling. You have every right to be angry--"

"I'm not angry, I'm terrified! I had no idea who those people were or what they were going to do to me--"

"You're right, and it's totally my fault, I should have taken us straight back to the car after the first encounter. I didn't think the promenade would be that busy at this time of day…" Henry's voice trailed off once he realised how badly he'd let her down. "I'm so, so sorry. I should have done more--" she gave a soft sigh and placed her hands on the arms he'd wrapped around her waist.

"You do a lot--"

"But not on this occasion. God I can't believe I was so stupid, I should have got you out of there--"

"It's fine. If anything I've failed you. If I was stronger, I'd be able to cope better--"

"What are you talking about? You have every right to feel upset. And you cope fantastically--"

"Clearly not or I wouldn't fall apart like this! We can't carry on like this, Henry. You need someone who can properly support you. All I am is a burden--"

"Stop right there." Henry hopped to his feet and quickly pulled her up with him. "Now you listen to me, you never have been and never will be a burden--"

"So what do you call crying in a heap?!"

"But it's my fault! No one should be cornering you in the street, putting their hands on you, or asking questions. It's my job to keep that part of my life separate and I need to do a better job from now on." She gazed into his pale blue eyes and shook her head.

"And what if it's not enough? What if this lifestyle just isn't me?" Henry smiled at her sadly.

"Well, it's hardly me, either. But that's why we're so good for each other, darling. We're each other's safe space. I don't ever want you to think how you react under stress is wrong or too much--"

"But it is!"

"Well, not to me because you're everything to me! And you have my word, I won't ever put you in that situation again." He then turned to the sink and ran a hand towel under the tap. "Here, let me put this on your wrists--"

"Why? What will that do?"

"Well, for one it's a good distraction. It also forces your neurotransmitters to refocus. Let me get you some ice to chew as well--" Henry turned to head into the bedroom but she pulled him back.

"… Thank you. Not just for this, but for everything you do--"

"You'll never need to thank me, darling. Ever. I promised to protect you for the rest of my life and it's a promise I intend to keep."

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[riddle-me-ri]

Okay I got a request (which you don’t have to write) but um…could you maybe possibly write a little fic for the Holiday season?

I saw your reblog of BTAS Eddie in his Santa suit and now I kinda want a smut fic with him in his Santa suit.

Do with this information what you will. 😘😂💚

A/N: asdfghj ok anon same brain same brain. Cause every time I see more panels of him in the Santa suit my mind goes brrrr lmao. Thank you, anon for indulging me without even realizing it 💚 plus I'm always down bad to write about my husband. I hope you enjoy, this is my first time back into smut after my wee break and so sorry for the abrupt ending I wasn't sure how to end it rip…

Trigger Warning:  Explicit Sexual Content (cock-warming, piv intercourse (reader is gn but has breasts and a vagina), roleplaying?, human furniture? Kinda sorta…I dunno I’m trying some new ideas here rip help), dirty talk, and denial

Word Count: 1.2 k

BTAS Riddler x Reader - Nicely Naughty

You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth. Ready to call it a night in your green chemise nightie, when you heard the front door open to your apartment. 

You walked down the hallway to the door. "Eddie?" You called out. 

"Hmm…not quite, darling." A deep voice answered back. 

You quirked your eyebrow as you rounded the corner. Despite speaking lower, you could still tell it was your Ed. 

"Eddie what are you…oohh." A sly smile grew across your face as you took in the sight before you.

"Good evening, my dear…I see you're still awake." Edward greets in a low hearty voice, tipping an iconic Santa hat at you. 

You walk over to him, taking in his rich red suit and leather belt. When you got up to Ed, you tucked your fingers into the belt and pulled him closer to you. 

"Where'd you find this?" You asked in a sweet whisper.

Something about the way you looked at him and spoke…made Eddie drop the voice. "Wasn't particularly hard to find, and I remember you saying something about me being dastardly handsome in red.."

"And I was right." You leaned back to take another once over.

"So…Mr…?"

"You may still refer to me as Riddler…" Ed smirked. "While ol' Kris Kringle rewards the good little boys and girls…I, The Riddler, test them to see if they truly deserve to be on the nice list."

You gasped. "You don't think I've been nice, Mr. Riddler?" 

Edward tsked. "Afraid not darling, in fact…" He leans beside your face. His lips centimeters from your ear. "...you've been the naughtiest of them all…" 

You giggled as the sensation of his breath on your ear tickled. "It's not my fault, Mr. Riddler…my husband's insatiable!" 

"Now, now, shifting blame won't do you any good…even if it's partially true." 

You cross your arms in feign defiance. "What can I do to get on your nice list..Mr. Riddler?" You asked, feigning innocence. 

Edward put his hand to his chin, tapping it, as if actually thinking of a solution he didn't already have. 

"I have one idea, my dear…" 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was absolute torture. 

Some kind of sweet surprise this turned out to be. 

You were straddling Edward's lap, backwards and naked. His cock comfortably nestled inside of you as you try your best not to squirm for friction or squeeze your walls for pressure. 

Meanwhile, Riddler was painstakingly writing his so-called "naughty or nice" list on your back. 

Ed pinched your back or started from the top of your back with his list every time you shifted. 

You were slowly but surely losing what was left of your nerves. Hours have crept on by, what was probably more like thirty minutes. 

B-A-T-M-A-N and then a line across it. 

R-O-B-I-N and then another line through it. 

You swear, you could actually feel the lines of his fingers on your skin with how repetitive and consistent his touch was along your back. 

He continued to write a couple more names, now more towards familiar colleagues…

S-C-A-R-E-C-R-O-W and a little checkmark. 

You bit your lip, trying to refrain from whining or mewling…or else that will cause him to start all over again. 

M-A-D. A pause. H-A-T-T-E-R. A checkmark. 

"You're doing so good for me, darling…you'll make The Nice List just in time for Christmas." 

H-A-R-L-E-Y. A pause. Q-U-I-N-N. A checkmark. 

You cared less about some damn list and more about getting off. 

Edward placed his head along your shoulder, nestled against the side of yours. He began planting small sweet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. 

You couldn't take it anymore. The knot in the bottom of your gut was churning. Waiting for something to happen. 

"E-eddie…" You breathlessly muttered. 

Ed groaned. "Yes, darling?"

"P-Please…baby…I-I can't ah-" 

Edward took his index finger and poked his nail into your skin. He dragged his fingernail lightly across your back. 

Familiar letters he wrote into your skin…in your lust filled haze you were able to make out the letters of your name. Along with miniscule little drawings of hearts beside it. 

He whispered in a husky tone. "You've done well, I'm impressed, dearest." 

Edward pinned your wrists, that were keeping you steady on the bed, to your back. He held your wrists down against your back with your arms crossed. 

He kissed your cheek. "Time for your present…" 

Before you could think of a response, he started thrusting deep inside you, deeper than you thought he could get. 

You were a moaning and panting mess. Trying to keep up with his almost maniac pace. You felt weak against him, with no way to support yourself having your arms restricted. You were completely and utterly at his mercy. 

You tried to grind yourself down onto him and meet him whenever he thrusted fully inside of you, trying to get some kind of instance of control or more friction between you two. 

The build-up, the teasing; the torturous feeling of being filled but not fulfilled…it was all too much. 

"E-E-Eddie…Eddie…ffff please, please don't stop.." 

He didn't stop but he did slow down, in order for his brain to compute a response. 

"I-I…hah…c-could never…" Ed panted. As he let your arms go, they fell to the side as you began to regain feeling in them again. "F-feel so good…dear." 

Edward steadily grew his pace back up again. You were practically bouncing on top of him at this point. One of your hands went up to the back of his head, to pull him closer to you. His teeth latched onto the apex of your neck and shoulder as he kept bucking into you like an animal. 

Your other hand traveled down to your flared and sensitive bundle of nerves just below your Mound. You began frantically but carelessly swiping your fingers across your clit. Searching for that precipice of pleasure that's been bubbling since you first sat on his cock. 

You were so busy chasing your climax. You barely felt a pair of slender fingers brushing your hand to the side and replacing your sloppy motions with more concise and controlled rotations around your clit. 

Nothing could stop the small whimpers, cries, and moans that poured out of you. 

A complete cacophony of your desires from filling up the room. You were somehow able to also make out Edward's erotic grunts and huffs as he keeps his relentless pace, making your walls squeeze him that much tighter each time. 

"E-Ed-Eddie…" Your pants became silent cries as you finally reached your climax. 

Your walls choked Edward's cock as your tightened walls finally caused him to cum as well. Milking his load for all it's worth. 

Ed's hands came up to your legs and up to your arms and back down again, in order to calm the physically pleasurable quakes all along every limb of your body and atom of nerves. 

You leaned your body back into his, exhausted but finally satisfied with the relief you were desperate for mere hours ago. 

Edward chuckled softly at your exhausted state. He pecked your temple as he leaned you both back into the mattress of your bed. 

"I must really look good in red, hm?" 

You snickered softly. "Eddie, you look good in anything…but I'll always prefer you in nothing." You smirked as you leaned deeper into his chest before slowly dozing off.