#that comes after feels like a sudden lightening

[fwoopersongs]

Memory, cover by Zhou Shen on Super Vocal (2018)

Translation below the cut if you need it, but if you can understand or read Mandarin Chinese I highly highly recommend watching this all the way through.

I didn’t see it coming, so my first time hearing the part starting from 3:59 was an Experience. An experience I would really love to share! So... here is the Chinese version of the last two verses that Zhou Shen adapted himself. 

This was supposed to be from Grizabella’s perspective, but I think it is also Shenshen’s and ours as well. Ah, it resonates hard with me anyway. 

我像一片落叶飘零 wǒ xiàng yī piàn luò yè piāo líng I, like a fallen leaf adrift on the wind,

只有回不去的曾经 zhǐ yǒu huí bù qù de céng jīng have only a past to which there is no return.

仿佛早晨田间一朵野花 fǎng fú zǎo chén tián jiān yī duǒ yě huā As if it were a wildflower in the fields from the morning,

这记忆也在凋零 zhè jì yì yě zài diāo líng this memory is withering too.

请你 qǐng nǐ Please,

一点点向我靠近 yī diǎn diǎn xiàng wǒ kào jìn little by little, come close to me;

哪怕一步的距离 nǎ pà yī bù de jù lí even the distance of one step,

留我在孤单里 liú wǒ zài gū dān lǐ leaves me in this loneliness.

只要你愿意 zhǐ yào nǐ yuàn yì So long as you are willing,

你也会感到我的真心 nǐ yě huì gǎn dào wǒ de zhēn xīn you can feel my heart too.

看 那晨光 kàn   nà chén guāng Look - the light of dawn

已来临 yǐ lái lín has come.

Original English Verses:

Sunlight through the trees in summer Endless masquerading Like a flower, as the dawn is breaking The memory is fading

It's so easy to leave me All alone with my memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is Look, a new day has begun

[rafecameronssl4t]

Ok hear me out....

What would happen if Sofia still wanted to try to get with Rafe so she befriends reader in hopes of getting on his good side.

Anyway, I loved Never Say Never!! keep up the AMAZING writing queen!!! Much love!

Who invited you? || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: love this request!!!

Warnings: swearing, smoking, typical Rafe being Rafe

Word count: 1,947

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

Sofia’s eyes widened slightly as the taxi pulled up in front of your house on Figure Eight. She double-checked your text message, confirming that this luxurious beachfront home was indeed your address.

Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she took a deep breath and made her way to the front door. Her heart pounded as she knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet of the early evening. After a few seconds, the door swung open, revealing a young boy who looked to be a couple of years younger than her.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his eyes curious but friendly. “Hi! I’m here for Y/n’s, uhm—” Sofia began nervously, glancing down at the text message on her phone for reassurance.

“Oh! Yeah, she’s out back on the boat. You’re here pretty early,” he said, cutting her off with a friendly smile. He stepped aside, opening the door wider. “Come on in. I’m Jayden, by the way, Y/n’s brother.”

Jayden extended his hand for a handshake. Sofia hesitated for a moment, a bit taken aback by the formal gesture, but then she smiled and shook his hand warmly.“Nice to meet you, Jayden,” she replied, feeling a bit more at ease.

Jayden led her through the spacious, elegantly decorated interior of the house. Sofia couldn’t help but admire the high ceilings, the tasteful art on the walls, and the overall sense of coastal luxury that pervaded the home. They walked through a large living room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the marshland and the sound beyond.

As they stepped outside, the backyard opened up to a beautifully landscaped garden that led to a long dock stretching out over the marsh grass. Sofia’s eyes widened again as she spotted the boat—more of a yacht—docked at the end of the pier.

“They’re just in there,” Jayden said, pointing towards the yacht. His casual tone made it seem like having a yacht was no big deal, but Sofia couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Thank you,” she said, offering him a grateful smile before starting down the dock. Sofia was slightly taken aback when you invited her to your house for a boat trip after only knowing her for a couple of days. She had hoped you might be the typical kook bitch like every other on the island, but you had been so sweet and kind, which made her feel guilty. After all, Sofia’s initial intent was to get to know you only to get closer to Rafe.

Stepping onto the luxurious yacht, she noticed the quietness, save for the soft lapping of the water against the hull. The deck was immaculate, with plush seating and gleaming railings, exuding an air of understated elegance. Sofia took a moment to steady herself, her nerves and guilt mingling.

~

“Rafe,” you quietly giggle, his lips trailing along your jawline as his hand moves up your thigh, deftly untying your bikini bottom. “Someone could see!” you try to reason, though the way you tilt your head to give him better access contradicts your words.

“Yeah? Like who?” he chuckles, making you playfully roll your eyes. “Oh—” a sudden voice interrupts, making you turn your head toward the sound. Your eyes widen at the sight of Sofia standing there awkwardly. You gently push Rafe off of you, causing him to groan in protest.

“Babe, c’mon—” Rafe’s gaze follows yours and lands on Sofia. He pauses for a moment before he rolls his eyes, reluctantly helping you adjust your bikini bottoms as you quickly stand up and retie them securely. You offer Sofia an awkward smile, noting her eyes darting between you and Rafe.

“Sof, you’re here a bit early,” you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. Sofia slowly nods, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry about that,” she apologizes, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s okay—” you begin, but Rafe cuts you off, his tone sharp and irritated.

“What is she doing here?” he snaps at Sofia, his eyes narrowing. You turn to him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I invited her, Rafe. Do you have a problem with that?” you retort, crossing your arms defiantly. The tension between you is palpable as Rafe rolls his eyes and stands up, grabbing a shirt to put on.

“Whatever,” he mumbles, brushing past you and Sofia. “I’ll be inside,” he calls out over his shoulder before slamming the door behind him with a loud thud.

The silence that follows is heavy and awkward. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, and offer Sofia a more genuine smile. “I’m really sorry about that. Come on, let’s go inside and get a drink or something,” you suggest, hoping to ease the tension. Sofia nods, clearly relieved to move past the uncomfortable moment.

You lead her towards the yacht’s main cabin, the earlier tension slowly dissipating with each step. As you enter, the soft lighting and elegant interior create a warm and inviting atmosphere. You gesture towards the plush seating area and the small, well-stocked bar.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you say, heading to the bar to pour drinks. “What would you like?” “Just water, please,” Sofia replies, her voice still a bit shaky. You hand her a glass of water and take a seat beside her. “I’m really glad you came,” you say sincerely. “I wanted to get to know you better.” Sofia smiles, albeit a bit hesitantly. “Thanks. I appreciate the invite.”

“Of course,” you smile, taking a sip of your drink. A moment of silence follows, filled only by the distant sound of water lapping against the hull. “I’m really sorry for interrupting you and Rafe. I—” Sofia begins, but you shake your head, giving her a reassuring pat on the leg.

“Please, don’t worry about it,” you say, trying to put her at ease. Another awkward silence ensues, your eyes wandering around the luxurious interior for a moment. The elegant furnishings and soft lighting create a serene atmosphere, but the tension lingers.

“Is Rafe okay with me being here?” Sofia questions, glancing down the hallway to where Rafe had disappeared.“I don’t really know what his problem is, to be honest. Do you guys know each other personally?” you ask, tilting your head at her. Sofia quickly swallows her drink and wipes the corners of her mouth.

“No, not really. I just see him often when I’m working,” she replies, nodding. You hum in response, pondering her answer. “So, uh, how long have you and Rafe been together?” Sofia asks, her fingers drumming nervously against the table.

“Three months now, I think? But we’ve known each other since we were in nappies. Our parents are best friends,” you explain, smiling as you swirl the contents of your drink in your glass. “Wow,” Sofia says, clearly surprised. She hadn’t realized you and Rafe had such a long history.

“What about you, Sof? Got anyone special?” you playfully tease, causing her to chuckle. “There’s this guy,” she starts, and your eyes widen with interest. “Tell me more!” you urge, fully turning your body towards her. She chuckles again, a bit more at ease now.

“I’ve liked him for so long. He’s always at the country club, and he’s just so—so gorgeous,” Sofia sighs, resting her chin on her hand as she thinks of Rafe. “But what’s stopping you?” you ask, noticing her eyes dart away. “He’s got a girlfriend,” Sofia says, her tone defeated. Your lips form an ‘o’ of understanding.

“That’s tough,” you sigh, feeling sympathy for her predicament. “Unrequited love is the worst.” Sofia nods, her eyes looking down at her drink. “Yeah, it is. But it’s nice to talk about it, though.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” you say, giving her a warm smile. “So, this guy,” you say, circling back to the topic. “Does he know how you feel?” Sofia shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve never told him. I mean, he’s with someone else, and I don’t want to cause any drama.”

“That’s understandable,” you say thoughtfully. “But sometimes, it’s better to be honest with your feelings. You never know—maybe he feels the same way but doesn’t know how to approach it.” Sofia’s eyes flicker with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

The evening wears on and it was soon time for other people to arrive. You glance at your watch, realizing how much time has passed. “I should probably check on Rafe,” you say, standing up. “Want to come with me?” Sofia hesitates but then nods. “Sure, why not.”

You both head down the hallway towards the cabin where Rafe retreated earlier. As you open the door, you find him lounging on a couch, scrolling through his phone. He looks up, his expression softening when he sees you but hardening slightly at the sight of Sofia.

“Hey, we were just talking and thought we’d check on you,” you say, smiling. Rafe shrugs. “I’m fine. Just needed a breather.” You sit down beside him, and he pulls you close to him while Sofia stands awkwardly by the door. The tension is still there, but you hope that with time, things will become smoother.

~

“How are you okay with this?” Rafe questions, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke dancing around him. You swat the smoke away from your face, trying to avoid its acrid scent.

“What do you mean?” you reply, confusion evident in your tone. Rafe scoffs, shaking his head in frustration. His gaze drifts over to where Sofia is sitting beside Sarah, their laughter and conversation seemingly distant from the tension between you and Rafe. He locks eyes with Sofia for a moment before turning back to you.

“It’s so fuckin’ obvious she likes me, babe,” he says, his eyes now trained on the water, his voice tinged with annoyance. His words catch you off guard, and you’re taken aback slightly.

“What?” you manage to utter, your mind racing to process his statement. “Why else would she wanna be friends with you?” Rafe continues, his tone hurtful and biting. The sting of his comment hits you hard, a mix of shock and pain swirling inside you.

“Rafe, that’s not fair,” you protest, trying to keep your voice steady despite the hurt you feel. “She’s trying to be my friend. Not everything revolves around you.” Rafe scoffs again, the sound dismissive and cold. “You’re too trusting, babe. Can’t you see she’s using you to get to me?”

You shake your head, disbelief mingling with the hurt. “Sofia has been nothing but nice to me. She’s not like that.” Rafe’s eyes finally meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. “You’re too naive. She likes me, and it’s obvious to everyone but you.”

The weight of his words settles heavily on your heart. You glance over at Sofia, who is now looking in your direction, concern etched on her face. The night’s events swirl in your mind, and you can’t help but feel a pang of betrayal, even though you want to believe in Sofia’s sincerity.

“Maybe you’re right,” you say softly, looking down at the deck, unable to meet his gaze. “But I still want to give her a chance.” Rafe exhales sharply, the smoke dissipating into the night air. “Do what you want,” he mutters, standing up and tossing his cigarette into the water. “Just don’t come crying to me when it all falls apart.”

“Rafe,” you softly call out, but he’s already walking away, his back rigid with frustration. Sofia, who had been watching from afar, makes her way towards you. As she passes by Rafe, he grabs her forearm, pulling her close to whisper something in her ear

You watch as Sofia’s face drops, the color draining from her cheeks. Her eyes widen, and she looks almost stricken. Rafe releases her arm and continues on his way, disappearing inside the yacht.

Sofia stands there for a moment, frozen, before she slowly makes her way to you. The concern in her eyes is palpable, and her usual bright demeanor is clouded by whatever Rafe just told her. “Sof, are you okay?” you ask, worry lacing your voice. You gently place a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

Sofia takes a shaky breath, avoiding your gaze. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replies, but her voice trembles, betraying her true feelings. “What did he say to you?” you press gently, sensing the weight of whatever Rafe whispered to her.

Sofia hesitates, her eyes darting away. “It’s nothing, really,” she insists, though her tone is unconvincing. “Just… Rafe being Rafe.” You frown, not satisfied with her evasive answer. “Sofia, you can tell me. If Rafe said something to upset you, I need to know.”

She finally meets your eyes, her expression a mix of confusion and hurt. “He told me to stay away from you,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “He said I’m not welcome here and that I should leave you alone.”

Sofia’s eyes well up with tears, but she quickly blinks them away. “He’s right you know. And I’m so sorry, I’m just gonna go.”

[its-avalon-08]

say something, say anything (ln4)

summary -> lando and y/n got into a massive agrguement and he yelled at her. she leaves to get some space and he is left to pick up the pieces.

✦ pairing - lando norris x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, tears, comfort

The air crackled with tension in Lando's sleek apartment. Dinner plates remained untouched, the remnants of a playful afternoon at the Monaco harbor replaced by a suffocating silence. Y/N, her back ramrod straight, finally broke it.

"I can't believe you said that to Daniel," she said, voice tight.

Lando scoffed, pushing back from the table. "Come on, Y/N, it was just a joke."

"A pretty cutting one, aimed at someone who's actually struggling this season," she countered. "And in front of everyone, no less."

"He should be able to take a jab," Lando mumbled, his playful demeanor replaced by a defensive scowl.

"That's not the point! It's not funny to poke fun at someone's performance, especially a teammate."

"Oh, come on," Lando's voice rose a notch. "Don't pretend you haven't laughed at some of Ricciardo's antics yourself."

"That's different! It's all light-hearted banter, not publicly belittling someone on a bad day."

Lando slammed his fist on the table, the sudden noise making Y/N flinch. "Look, will you just fucking drop it? It's not a big of a goddamn deal."

The anger in his voice caught Y/N off guard. Tears welled up in her eyes. "That's not how you talk to me, Lando."

His expression softened a fraction. "Y/N, I—"

"No," she cut him off, wiping at her eyes. "This is fucking childish. I'm going for a walk."

She grabbed her purse and stormed out, leaving Lando staring after her, a knot of guilt tightening in his stomach. He waited for a beat, then pulled out his phone, his heart hammering in his chest as he dialed your number.

One ring. Two rings. Voicemail.

Frustration bubbled up. He tried again, the same result. He slammed his phone down on the table, his anger returning.

He fumed for a while, then finally dialed again. This time, you picked up.

"Y/N," he started, relief flooding his voice.

"What, Lando?" Your voice was cool, devoid of its usual warmth.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier," he said, forcing a lightness he didn't feel. "It was a stupid joke, and I shouldn't have said it."

"An apology would've been nice back at the apartment, before I had to practically walk out," you countered.

"Yeah, well, you could've just talked to me instead of storming off like a—"

He stopped himself, realizing where that was going. There was a heavy silence.

"Don't call me immature, Lando," you said, your voice barely a whisper.

"It's kind of immature to walk out on a conversation just because you're upset," he retorted, defensiveness creeping back in.

"Oh, so now it's my fault for being upset by your lack of empathy?"

"I have empathy, Y/N! But I also know how to laugh things off sometimes. You need to lighten up geez."

The line went dead. Lando stared at the phone, his frustration morphing into something close to despair. He'd messed up, royally. He knew you weren't the type to throw a tantrum, but walking out after he yelled? That was bad. Really bad.

He sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. He needed to fix this, but how? Maybe some flowers, your favorite chocolates… but that felt like a band-aid on a gaping wound. He needed to do better. He just hoped you'd give him the chance.

a little later

Y/N wandered the park, tears drying on her cheeks, leaving a trail of saltiness. Her phone buzzed incessantly with Lando's calls, but she kept it silenced. She just needed some space to process the anger and hurt. As she rounded a corner, she bumped into a familiar figure.

"Oh, Y/N! Hey!" boomed Daniel's voice, his usual infectious energy dimmed. Heidi, his girlfriend, greeted her with a warm smile.

Y/N felt a fresh wave of guilt. "Hey, guys," she managed, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. The puffiness around her eyes must've been a dead giveaway.

"Everything alright?" Daniel asked, his brow furrowing with concern. "You look like you've been crying."

Y/N quickly blinked away any threatening tears. "Oh, no, it's just allergies. Hay fever's a nightmare this time of year." It was a lame excuse, and they both knew it.

Heidi, perceptive soul she was, placed a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Are you sure? You can tell us if something's wrong."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, the urge to confide in them strong. But Lando's immaturity and the sting of his words still felt raw. "Honestly, it's nothing a good night's sleep won't fix. Thanks for your concern, though. It means a lot."

Before they could press further, Y/N shifted uncomfortably. "Actually, there's something I wanted to say." She turned to Daniel, her voice sincere. "I'm so sorry about Lando's comment earlier. It was completely out of line, and I know you're working incredibly hard."

Daniel gave her a sad smile. "No worries, Y/N. I appreciate you sticking up for me." He patted her hand lightly. "Just tell Lando to ease up on the… team spirit, shall we say?"

Y/N gave a weak laugh, unable to meet his eyes fully. "I'll try."

With a forced farewell, she turned and walked away, leaving Daniel and Heidi to exchange a worried glance.

Daniel, phone pressed to his ear, marched purposefully towards his car. "Lando? Speak to me."

There was a nervous pause on the other end. "Hey, mate," Lando said, his voice strained.

"Don't 'hey, mate' me," Daniel cut him off, his voice low and firm. "What happened with Y/N?"

Lando flinched at the sharpness in Daniel's tone. He mumbled a vague explanation, trying to downplay the situation. Daniel, however, wasn't having it.

"Listen, Lando," Daniel interrupted, his voice heavy with disappointment. "I know things haven't been going great for me this season. But that doesn't give you the right to take a jab at my performance, especially in front of everyone. You know better than that."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "And from the way Y/N sounded, it seems things escalated beyond a 'joke'. You know she cares about you, right?"

Lando mumbled incoherently, a knot of shame tightening in his stomach. Daniel didn't need to hear his answer.

"Just… sort it out," Daniel said with a sigh. "And for goodness sake, apologize properly. She deserves it."

The line went dead, leaving Lando staring at his phone, the weight of his actions hitting him hard. He'd hurt Y/N, embarrassed Daniel, and created unnecessary tension within the team. Now, he had to fix it, but where to even begin?

Panic gnawed at Lando's insides. He'd called Y/N a dozen times, each unanswered ring echoing his growing fear. He couldn't believe he'd let things escalate so far. To make matters worse, her phone's location service was disabled, adding another layer of frustration.

He knew her usual haunts, the park being a top contender. Throwing on a cap and sunglasses, he jumped into his car, speeding through the city streets. Every corner looked the same, his heart pounding with a frantic rhythm. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spotted a familiar figure on a park bench, a discarded coffee cup beside her.

He parked haphazardly and sprinted across the grass, his chest heaving. Y/N, her back turned, didn't even turn her head when she heard his approach.

"Y/N," he said, voice ragged. "Hey, please listen to—"

She remained stubbornly silent, staring intently at a group of pigeons strutting across the grass. Lando felt defeated, his shoulders slumping. "Look, I know I messed up. Big time."

Still no response. He felt like a fool, rambling on to a brick wall.

"What I said to Daniel, it was stupid and insensitive. And then yelling at you… that was just… I don't even know what I was thinking. You didn't deserve that."

He took a deep breath, finally registering the hurt on her face, even from behind. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. Can you please forgive me?"

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Just as Lando felt all hope drain away, Y/N finally spoke. "You know what, Lando? You hurt me. A lot."

Her voice, though quiet, held an unexpected edge of strength. It was a wake-up call, and Lando felt a surge of gratitude that she hadn't shut him out completely.

"I know," he confessed, his voice thick with remorse. "I feel terrible about it. Please, just talk to me."

A long, agonizing silence followed. Finally, Y/N sighed, a flicker of something softer returning to her eyes. "Alright," she said, finally facing him. "But you better be sincere, Lando Norris."

Relief washed over him like a tidal wave. He knelt before her, taking her hand in his. "More sincere than you can imagine. I value you, Y/N. You're… everything to me."

His voice cracked slightly, and he saw a flicker of empathy cross her face. "Just… don't take that for granted, okay?"

He squeezed her hand, his heart overflowing. "Never. Never again. Can you forgive me?"

She looked at him for a long moment, her gaze searching his. Slowly, a hint of a smile played on her lips. "Fine," she conceded, a playful glint returning to her eyes. "But on one condition."

Lando grinned, hope blooming in his chest. "Anything."

"No more insensitive jokes about teammates, especially when you know they're struggling. And no more yelling when we fight."

He chuckled, relief turning into pure joy. "Deal. In fact, I'll bake Daniel a giant apology cake. How does that sound?"

Y/N laughed, a beautiful sound that chased away the last remnants of tension. "Sounds like a plan."

He stood up, pulling her into a tight embrace. The scent of her perfume filled his senses, a comforting balm to his soul. As they held each other, the anger and hurt melted away, replaced by a deep sense of love and understanding.

He leaned in, his lips brushing softly against hers. The kiss was hesitant at first, filled with unspoken apologies and renewed devotion. As they deepened the kiss, a sense of peace settled over them.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Y/N snuggled closer, resting her head on his shoulder. With his arm wrapped around her, they sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of the afternoon sun basking them in its glow. They had a long way to go, but for now, they were together, and that was all that mattered.

[cloudiinumaki]

like a faint ghost.

SCENARIO ! — you give them the silent treatment.

CHARACTERS ! — megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, satoru gojo (separate, obviously).

WARNINGS ! — sassy man apocalypse strikes again (but not yuji he's safe)

REQUESTS OPEN !

MEGUMI.

— regardless of whether your argument was more his fault or yours, megumi will try (and fail) to make it seem like the whole thing doesn't bother him, hoping that his high-strung emotions aren't as obvious as it feels like. so, when you end up giving him the silent treatment, purposefully not showing him the affection you usually would and acting much more distant than usual, he ends up replicating that same behaviour.

yes, it's definitely petty on his end, but he'll match your energy when it comes to it, and if you're being petty, then so will he. honestly, you two aren't even the type to argue often, megumi much more willing to just speak plainly about whatever's bothering him than you might first think. why get into needless arguments? it'll sometimes be difficult, but he'd much prefer to just talk about it with you.

but, when you do argue? silly stuff like this ends up happening.

nobara and yuji were probably the first to notice this playing out between you, unable to ignore the sudden frigid atmosphere that would prevail the moment you two were in the same room as each other.

yuji and nobara will try to lighten the mood, though you notice them sharing glances every so often, almost as if they've telepathically come to the conclusion that you two had just argued. they don't worry about it too much, because even if it's quite clear that megumi has a much shorter tolerance for their mischief than usual, and your usual smile has been replaced with a slight frown, that one of you will eventually cave in. knowing that, they won't interrupt whatever's going on with you two.

honestly, if the argument was his fault, megumi would be the one to cave first. try as he might to act unaffected by your usual kind gestures and warm love, he does miss your smiles and is not a fan of this unwelcome silence that's settled between the two of you.

he'll head to your dorm room in the evening (not wanting to be noticed by any of the others), and whilst his words will be graceless as he's unused to this sort of scenario and expressing feelings in general, he'll apologise to you. and, despite your previous irritation, you do have to concede that it's clear his words are genuine. you know megumi, after all; when he means something, he means it whole-heartedly.

but, if you're clearly in the wrong when it comes to the argument, and then you decide to go silent on him… he'll be irritated, to say the least. in that case, he won't cave so easily, considering the whole situation, and it will have to be you to reach out and apologise.

he'll forgive you if you apologise, as long as you haven't done something insane, but you do notice that he's more reticent for a little while after. and, if you don't apologise, the silence will continue as long as you refuse.

YUJI.

— it's definitely not an understatement to say that yuji is genuinely heartbroken when he notices you disregarding him after an argument. honestly, he's not sure what it sparked from, but that doesn't temper the intense guilt he feels at knowing he's the one who's made you feel so upset.

if the argument's his fault, then he will immediately apologise, and it's quite clear that it's been weighing down on him. seeing your silence and your uncomfortably cold gaze regarding him, yuji honestly can't stand it. it's so unlike you, and whilst he knows you're clearly forcing it, it doesn't stop him from being uncomfortable with it entirely.

yuji's always been proud to be the one to make you smile the most, laugh the most, the happiest, and so you can see his genuine care for your relationship in how he apologises, picking his words carefully and saying them with sincerity.

i'm not even going to consider you not forgiving him, to be honest, but just know the concept of that happening terrifies yuji beyond belief.

when you inevitably forgive him and finally end your silent streak, the warm hug he gives you is near bone-crushing, and you have to remind him to be a little more gentle. quickly stumbling over his words of apologies, he gives you a little air, but it's clear that a weight has been lifted off of him from seeing your amused smile at that, knowing that you've forgiven him.

after that, whatever mistake that caused the argument, yuji will make sure not to let it happen again. he's always been considerate, but after any argument, he takes into close consideration what caused it and ensures that it won't happen again. he cares about you and what you feel, so he'll pay the extra attention and ensure that the mistake he made, doesn't repeat.

i think yuji's definitely a person who's open to self-growth, and strives to improve himself, not just for him, but also for the people around him so he doesn't affect them badly or cause hurt to them. he only wants to help people, after all.

and, because of everything i've described, it should be obvious that you two don't argue very often.

if the argument was not his fault, however, and you're decisively in the wrong— then, he'll still want to return to normal with you, as he much prefers hearing your laughter over the awkward silence of the room, and misses your kisses too.

but, at the same time, he does note that it's a little crazy that, after an argument where you're squarely in the wrong, you're the one who decides to go silent on him. nothing about that is lining up. he's not a fan of the pettiness, to be honest, and you'll notice from his demeanour that he's not happy with the whole situation (even as he tries to remain his usual upbeat self).

still, i don't think he'd go as far as to mimic that silent treatment. instead, he'll urge that you talk about it with him so you can clear up this stupid misunderstanding. he won't compromise on where he knows he's correct just to ease your irritation, but he'll try his best to reach a good conclusion to the disagreement for both of you, knowing that he much prefers seeing you happy.

given how he tries to have a calm conversation with you about it to try understand your point of view whilst not compromising on his own belief, it's difficult to not realise where you've messed up and apologise.

you don't like seeing him so dejected after all.

SATORU.

— compared to the other two, i do think that satoru would definitely take this silent treatment way less seriously. i think he would be teasing about the whole thing, trying to see how far he can push your buttons without you actually getting mad at him— the moment that you do is the moment that he stops— and he's honestly interested to see how long you'll last in being mad at him.

satoru definitely knows when he can or can't tease you, he's learnt to read your facial expressions so well, but it almost irritates you more how light-hearted he is about everything, trying to coax you back into talking to him by getting your favourite dessert from an entire different prefecture (one of the many benefits of being able to teleport…) and bringing up your favourite topics.

if you do end up cracking, he'll be smug about it, honestly, but he's not an asshole— and will probably try to actually speak with you about the argument to fix the problem. then again, he'll only do that depending on the argument, as whilst he's great at making jokes and bringing up the mood, conversations where he has to be emotionally vulnerable with you?

not as easy.

but, if, somehow, you manage to hold strong and continue to ignore him for a while, those earlier jokes of his start to fade and satoru honestly begins to feel decisively 'off'.

seeing you continue to brush him off so easily, noticing your clenched fists at your remaining irritation, it's all so unusual… and unwelcome to him. he doesn't want to ruin your relationship, one of the few things he truly allows himself to indulge in, so if the argument wasn't too big, he'll bite the bullet and apologise.

of course, that apology is said behind that usual cheerful tone of his (he can never truly be vulnerable), but you notice the slight hint of anxiety in his cerulean blue eyes as he waits for your reply. it's a concealed moment of weakness for him, rare even between your relationship, but he won't let something this good go down the drain just because of him. not again.

still, when it comes to satoru, it's way better that you just try to talk about it with him even if it's difficult, as he's much more likely to misread the situation as being less serious than it actually is if you decide to resolve to petty means.

[st6rrrs]

JUST AS FRIENDS RIGHT? - SARAH X READER

summary: Sarah comes up with an idea

Warnings: smut 18+, scissoring, cursing, oral sex, nipple play, fingering,etc..

A/n: I never wrote girl on girl before so be patient with me. Reader is mixed

Sarah’s family were on vacation in the Bahamas. Sarah didn’t want to go so she stayed in the outer banks.

She invited you over for the week so she wouldn’t have to be home alone in that big house at night.

You guys were watching a movie on her bed side by side, it was 1 in the morning. Surprisingly you guys weren’t tired at all.

“Are you getting tired yet?” Sarah ask

“Nope, are you?”

“Not really im kinda bored” Sarah sighs thinking of something to do

“Me too” you reach out to get more popcorn on Sarah’s night stand to eat.

“You wanna watch porn?” She yells out almost making you cough up your popcorn. What the hell made Sarah ask a question like that.

“Um….”

“Have you ever watched it before? I heeded my brother and his friends talking about it.” She ask

“No but there teenage boys of course they would watch shit like” you laugh

“Yea I heard them watching it too. It sounded nasty to say the least.” She says also laughing a little

You and Sarah were both virgins. Sarah was in a relationship with topper but they haven’t had sex yet.

“What did it sound like?” You ask curious

“Um.. it sounded wet and a lotttt of moans and groans.” She says with excitement kind of

You make a face of disgust as she talks about it but secretly you could feel your panties getting wet.

“Yea I don’t think I’m ready for that. I heard it hurts.” You say unconvinced you’ll ever have sex.

“Well not if you have it with a girl.” She looks me in the eye while she says this

Sarah has been really acting weird tonight. You don’t know what it is.

“Right..” you say avoiding eye contact

“I-I think we should try it.” She stutters

“Huh? Try what.” You ask confused

she looks hesitant at first but continues what she was saying

“I think we should have s-sex for fun.” She says nervously

Your mouth widens as you stare at her in shock but then you start to think about it.

“Just as friends you know, just to try it” she says again.

I mean as friends right and it wouldn’t hurt.

“Umm.. sure but as f-friends” you say still in shock

You see her eyes lighten as you accepted her offer.

“c-can I k-kiss you?” She ask

“Okay” you mumbled

She leans in and starts kissing you. After a while you start kissing her back and it turns into a full make out session. You feel Sarah’s hands rubbing up and down your body.

Sarah pulls away from the kiss and takes her shirt off along with her sweat pants, you do the same.

You guys were both now only in your underwear.

“Can I touch them” you look down at her boobs.

She nods. You swallow hard and go reach to touch them. They were soft and warm so you go down to suck on them.

Sarah moans and arches her back as you suck one of her nipples and play with the other. You gently pull off of her after a few minutes have passed

“I wish I had boobs like yours” you say wiping your mouth

“Are you kidding these things are a pain in my ass, they ruin all my outfits” she laughs and you laugh with her

All of a sudden she pushes you onto your back which makes you gasp in surprise. She spreads your legs open to pull down your underwear to see your wet pussy.

“Is this okay?” She ask

“Mhm”

She then buried her face in between your legs. She licks in between your folds and sucks on your clit while you squirm under her. You’re moving so much she has to hold your thighs down.

You never felt pleasure like this before. You let out a pornographic moan shocking you and Sarah that you could even do that.

Sarah continues to lick and suck on your clit to the point that’s all you could think about. Sarah then leaves your clit and starts fucking you with her tongue.

Where the fuck did she learn this.

“Fuck! Sarah right there!” You yell out

You then feel that feeling you couldn’t explain starting to build up like you were going to explode. Thats when Sarah’s pulls away and you groan out disappointed. Sarah gets up and wipes her mouth.

“You actually taste good”

You giggle nervously

“Thanks, that felt really good.” you say truthfully

“Thanks.” she giggles also

She then pushes your leg to the side and positions herself in between them.

“Fuck Sarah” you roll your eyes from pleasure as she begins to rub your guys wet pussies together.

“You feel so good” Sarah moans as she goes faster. You move against as well trying to get as much pleasure as possible.

Sarah stared down at the wet cunts rubbing together. You go to grab her boob while moans and whimpers leave both you and Sarah mouth.

You didn’t want to admit it but Sarah on top of you was only making you wetter than you already were.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to this building up like sensation as Sarah went faster and faster.

“Fuck oh my god!!!” You yell

You then felt yourself cumming as you moan out loud by overstimulation. Sarah puts her hand over your mouth.

“Your g-gonna wake up the n-neighbors” she moans out also releasing at the same time as you.

After your guys high came down Sarah lays beside you on the bed.

“That was amazing.” You mumbled

Sarah laughs

“I told you it was a good idea.” She smirks at you.



[orphicrose]

Are you still doing requests? Can I request Alastor x Wife reader who were married together alive an reunited in hell and while Alastor hates modern tech the reader grew on it and even started a life hack channel on voxtube of tricks from the 1920s and it becomes really popular and she gets sponsors and fan mail meanwhile Alastor needs Angel's help just to video chat her and one day she gets a 5 million subscriber mileage congratulations gift box (that all creators get bit hes still mad) from Vox himself

Old man and an Iphone

Requests are still open indeed.

I can definitely do my best! I’ve changed the dates around a little to better fit the technology advancements in the universe. This is set in the early 2000s

This is somewhat small, but i hope you like it.

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Years passed like turning pages since your husband had departed from you, in the cruelest ways that anyone could imagine. A fate that wasn’t even inevitable. That singular fragile piece of metal, shot from an unknown hunter, took him away from you.

You knew who he was, you knew what he was. Knowing that you’d end up in the same temple of horror one day that he has. His sins being your sins. That brought you some peace. Knowing you’d be reunited one day. Even if it was in the worst place imaginable. Hell. That day came sooner than you’d like to admit. Leaving behind your clueless grandchildren and your own hellish spawn.

The ground below you hit rather hard, not even knowing you were falling down the rabbit hole till the bottom came right to your face. You let off a grunt in response. Your body feeling light, all of a sudden. As if the age and wrinkles had just vanished, and you were young again. Legs feeling like they could run miles, and skin, well. Your new hellish form wasn’t much of an improvement from leather skin.

Knowing for years you’d end up here, it wasn’t too difficult to take in. Accepting your sins and your fate as a part of your journey. It wasn’t so bad. There was society, and structure down here. Immortality being the only true torture.

The other torture, you had no idea where your dearest Alastor had ended up. It had been almost 70 years since you’d seen him, god knows what he looks like now. Your reunion was sudden, after all, he was a well known overlord. Yet, it was still something out of a textbook romance novel.

Over the next decade or two, you two spent every second together. Refusing to be apart again. You sharing stories about your children, grandchildren. Melting Alastor's heart like he never thought you could. There was so much catching up to do. After time, you became infatuated with the media, creating your own channel. it was called "Hellish crafts", which started with a bunch of silly tips and tricks when it comes to house work. Alastor didn't understand, but it came with a hefty income.

After becoming tenants at the misguided daughters of hells hotel, you soon began helping with advertisements. Which grew the channel even more. From random life hacks, to advertisements, to smaller channels asking you for your help to grow theirs.

"Must you film me, dear?" his hand covers his face as the camera fizzes out of focus.

"Yes! Its for Charlie. Lighten up old man" You teased him, filming the hotel lobby. He smiled at your expression, resting a hand on the small of your back as you did your craft.

"Y/n! Y/n! Another letter for you!" Niffty ran over

Alastors hand dropped, snatching the letter from the little goblin.. Eyebrows furrowed. "This is the third letter in the passed three days, sweetheart"

"What can i say, my channel is a hit" One eye was closed as the other was pressed to the run down camera that Alastor insisted you used. Still walking slowly around the hotel, trying to get a good shot. Alastor stood in his place, reading the letter. "Another delusional fan" He mumbled.

"Don't worry! i wont let the fame go to my head" You swung around with the camera, getting him in frame. The static of his aura interfered with the lens and gave your brow a small electric shock. Jolting you backwards.

"I've warned you about that" He chuckled, hand returning to your waist and pulling you closer. His other hand with the letter, raising, and a fit of flames emitted. Turning the letter into ash on the floor, which nifty didn't wait to clean up.

Life was like this for a while, constant letters. Some weird, some genuine. But you never got to read most of them, as Alastor made it his duty to send them to another realm before you could. was he jealous? maybe, he'd never care to admit it though. That was until a rather glamorous piece of paper fell through the letter box on this particular day. Stamped with Vox's logo. You got to this letter first.

"What the fuck?" Your almost angry tone alerted Alastor, whose body materialized next to yours in seconds. "What's the matter, my dear?" his eyes briefly scanned over the letter before snatching it from you.

"What is a 5 million subscriber?"

"Its the amount of people who support my channel, i honestly didn't even know it was that big." you stared up at him, waiting for some sort of outburst on his face.

"That's... " he thought for a second "Wonderful dear! Absolutely wonderful!" his arms wrapped around you in an embrace, spinning you around. When you first started the channel, with his knowledge, it was more of a way to pass the time. So, for it to be as big as it is now was quite the accomplishment. What kind of husband would he be not to support his perfect wife, he thought. Whether she was practically paying vox or not. His quarrels weren't hers.

"I believe you have some type of reward, y/n" He spoke again, putting you down and giving the letter back. His sharp nail pointed at a fine print at the bottom. 'Visit the Vee headquarters to redeem your reward'.

You both looked at each other, brows raised and a concerned look in your eyes. "I'm sure it's not important. I don't need a reward"

He looked as if he was in deep thought. Contemplating everything for a second. "You should go" "But vox is your-"

"Hush, little woman" His finger covered your lips "This is important to you darling. I trust you"

The smile on your face made his bigger, making you deserving of the little peck he placed on your lips before adjusting his posture. "On the condition that my shadow follows your every move"

"Done"

A few hours had passed since your departure, Charlie offering razzle and dazzle to escort you to the large mansion on the other side of the pentagram. It was quite the journey, considering the traffic. And it wasn't long before Alastor began to miss you, wondering if you were okay.

"Ahem" static gave Angel a brief episode of tinnitus before he swung his body on the lobby sofa, met with the lanky deer.

"Waddya want, pimp?" his attention didn't last long, his phone having far more interesting contents than the demon lurking behind him.

"I need a favor" his smile made the question seem a lot more sadistic than intended. His body swiftly moved around the sofa, standing in front of the spider now.

"If you want my soul, I got bad news for ya."

"Your soul?" He was almost confused for a second "No, i need help with this" he lifted his hand, angels phone disappearing and reappearing in the deer's grip.

"Wh- hey! Give that back" Angel leapt to his feet, reaching up and snatching it back. "Why do you want help with a phone? Aren't you like, from the dark ages?"

It took Alastor a moment to be able to admit to it. "I'd like... to call my wife"

"Awww, is someone clingy" angels teasing didn't last long before radio dials appeared in the demons eyes, radio interference filling the air as quickly as it had disappeared earlier. "Okay, okay" Angels hands flew up in surrender, Alastor returning to normal instantly. "Splended!"

It took a moment for Angel to flick through the thousands of contacts he had, before he finally reached you. Pressing the call button and handing the phone to Al. Who held it like an old grampa looking at a meme. "What do i do now?" he squinted his eyes at the device in his hand. "Just hold it" Angels voice became frustrated as he readjusted the phone in Als hand.

You had picked up the call a minute ago now, on your way back to the hotel. Being greeted to the two boys bickering. "Helloooo?" you sung out, attempting to get their attention.

"Oh. Hello my dear!" Alastor noticed to and bared his teeth in an awkward smile. "I just wanted to see how my love was doing, is all"

"How sweet. I will be back soon." You had many questions to ask when you were back with the comfort of your person.

"Do hurry"

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Take it slow (Gale Dekarios x Reader)

synopsis: Gale and you share a tent for the night. The forced proximity is the perfect circumstance to explore each other more.

warnings: drinking, smut adjacent, reader is the first person to be with Gale after Mystra, heavy petting, dry humping, afab reader

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall

(If you want to be tagged for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

A/N: Thank you to my darling @legitalicat for beta reading and also for listening to my honestly unhealthy Bg3 obsession. I love you💕

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The whole party sits around the campfire, drinking, celebrating another small victory. Spirits had been down lately, so this was more than needed and a night of light-heartedness feels only appropriate. You sit around in a big group until well into the night, when the first folks start retiring, leaving only a handful of people. Among them Gale, who after wishing everyone a good night, comes back to join you rather quickly. Garnering a few questioning looks.

“It seems like I am out of a tent for the night.” He explains his sudden return, one hand scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

You are about to ask what happened, when from the side Karlach loudly gives her own opinion.

“You should share a tent.” She laughs and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

The suggestion garners a few drunken snickers around the group, but it also serves well to make your cheeks grow warm at the thought of sharing a space with the wizard for the night. Your nervous demeanour only furthers their giggles.

Gale however quickly lifts his hands in a defensive motion. “It´s quite alright. I don´t mind sleeping with- I mean sharing a tent with you. If you do not mind it either.”

His slip of tongue immediately produces more heat on both of your faces and gives the others a hard time not to burst out into roaring laughter.

“I do not mind it at all.” That secretly you had wished for this moment for a while now goes unsaid, though when he helps you to your feet your eyes linger on each other´s for just a second too long to still be platonic in nature.

Gale leads you away from the amused group by the hand and holds open the tent for you to enter before him.

Now alone with the wizard the tension in the rather confined space grows thick. The two of you lay stiff beside each other on the considerably too small bed roll, desperately trying to find something to say to lighten the mood somehow, to make each other more comfortable. Luckily for you, as you lay there so far away from the campfire, the cold seeps into your bones and makes both of you shiver.

“Would it be alright if I laid closer to you? Just to fight the cold a bit.” you ask in a croaky voice. Your fingertips drumming against the ground with excessive energy.

“Yes, yes naturally.” Gale replies fast, almost all but pulling you into his arms.

 Silence settles yet again as you lay your head on his chest, though it feels a bit less stiff than before. The scent of black tea, parchment paper enters your nostrils, accompanied by an undercurrent of sea salt and something citrusy to all mix for a scent that is so uniquely Gale. You can feel his chin rest against the crown of your head and instinctively bury your nose further into his chest. His hand runs up and down your arm with feather light touches, to warm you some more. The laughter from outside subsides to leave only the singing cicadas behind and the tension inside shifts to something much more than not being used to being so close so suddenly. Until you break under the weight of it.

Your lips tingle as they finally brush against his neck. Your heart is beating on your ears at how exciting it is, leaning in to repeat the motion over and over again. Sucking and nibbling at the skin ever so lightly. Gale’s skin warms up under your ministrations and his adam's apple bobs under a heavy gulp. Right as you pull away, he lets out a shaky breath. However, the two of you can't stay away for long, crashing your lips together. Hands grabbing at the other´s cheeks, necks and hips, anywhere they can reach for purchase. Your lips press together hesitantly at first, yet as they grow surer in what they are doing, stay slow, but crushingly passionate.

“Gods you’re such a good kisser.” You rasp against his lips. “I will never get enough of the way you taste.”

There is not a single trace of your initial bashfulness left as the kiss lingers longer and longer. Your hands wander over Gale´s arms to his chest, feeling his heartbeat drum against his chest to match the rhythm of your own. His fingers hook into your pants as your hands claw into the collar of his shirt pulling you into his lap and each other close until there is no air left between you. Nor is any breath in your lungs. The kiss is the only thing keeping the two of you alive in this moment. Savouring the sweet remnants of wine on his stained lips and the feel of their softness.

A guttural moan falls from his lungs, getting swallowed by you immediately. “Keep tasting me then.”

It's something he doesn't have to tell you twice. While you continue to breathe life into each other, you let your hands wander over the fabric separating each other’s bodies. Roaming the length of it repeatedly before they dip underneath. You gently drag your nails down his sides and back. Not enough to leave a sting but for a shiver to follow along with them. Ending with your hands running over the bulge between his thighs.

“Wait…” The wizard suddenly pulls away to stop you by laying his hands over yours.

You pull back as well at the sound of his voice, eyes fluttering open to gauge his reaction and the cause of the sudden stop.

The sight of his tousled hair, the shiny, swollen lips and the flushed skin. The heavily moving chest, in the dim light it's all so intoxicating.

“What is it?” You ask worriedly, taking hold of his hands and guide them to rest against your chest.

It takes a while for him to collect himself. “Yes, quite alright. I am not used to people touching me like this anymore. I…”

The frustration coming from him is palpable in his aura, but you on the other hand are filled with relief that he isn't shutting you out.

“We can take it slow. There is no harm in that.” You cup Gale's cheek in your hand and nudge his nose with yours.

A shaky sigh escapes his lungs in response to it. “I´m sorry. I must be so boring. You are probably used to more adventurous partners. You must think I don't want you now.”

“Hey, hey listen to me. There is no need to apologize. It is so exciting just to be with you. It is true I want you so much, but more than that I want you to be comfortable. So, if you do not feel ready to go all the way just yet, l am fine with that.“ While you coo at him reassuringly, eyes set on his, your fingers run through his beard.

He leans into your touch, practically purring at the soothing motion. He can´t help but nuzzle further into your palm. “Do you truly mean it?”

You don't mean to chuckle at him while he is being vulnerable, but the way he looks at you with those wide, dark brown eyes, you can't fight back the sound.

“Yes. Of course I mean it. I could never live with myself knowing I forced myself on you.” A chaste peck finds its way from your lips to his temple.

Gale seems taken aback by your understanding, though the confusion in his face doesn´t stay for too long.

“I have an idea. How would you feel about being the one to guide my hands over your body until you feel more comfortable with them wandering on their own?” You purr, biting your lower lip in excitement at the prospect of exploring him more.

His eyes glow up at the proposal and he slowly nods his head. “I think I would like that very much.”

Your hands, still holding his, find Gale´s chest, resting against it without moving. That alone has his heart beating faster an embarrassing amount, but so does yours as his own digits carefully begin to guide them. Shaky breaths mingle, your eyes stay on each other securely, meanwhile you feel the soft indigo fabric and the contrasting rough silver accents under your palms. Roaming over his upper body once more, caressing his neck and running through his hair. Every now and again your lips meet his to share a kiss or to press some chaste affection to his jawline or the column of his throat, which draw soft whimpers from both of your lungs. It gets the warmth in your stomach to swirl hotter than ever before and when you least expect it, Gale leads you underneath the shirt again. The feel of his still heated skin is exhilarating, but he still has a surprise left for you.

Gale lightly lifts one of his legs and flexes the muscles to rub against the bundle of nerves at the apex between your thighs, making you draw in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, Gale…” You breathe out, beginning to tremble just as much as he does. “That feels so good.”

The wizard is only able to hum in agreement, too focused on your fingers carding through his chest hair and teasing his nipples under his guidance. In search of more stimulation, your hips begin to move on their own. Rubbing your pleasure centre against his thigh, ready to stop at any moment. Yet as you do so, Gale groans and meets your stagnant motions. Your lips meet once more and just like this kiss your movement against each other´s bodies grow heavier and more passionate fast.

Before you know it, the wizard has left your hands at his hips to lay his own on yours to guide them instead. A tight winded knot builds in the pit in your stomach quickly, prompting your hips to grow more erratic.

“I am so close.” Gale barely manages to part barely far enough to moan into your mouth and is immediately met with the sentiment being very much reciprocated by you.

“I want to reach my peak along with you.” You whimper right back, desperate for the release that is threatening to take over the two of you.

The confession alone makes Gale´s hips falter and the hardened length in his pants twitch before erupting with his climax. A drawn-out moan fills the space that was otherwise only filled with your heavy breathing and pulls you right over the edge with him, your body weakly collapsing against his chest, while you bathe in the glow of your shared pleasure.

“Perhaps this might not be the perfect moment to confess this, but I think I have been in love with you since the moment I pulled you out of that portal.” You whisper weakly, eyes falling close at regular intervals already.

“On the contrary I believe there is no better time for this confession. I have felt similarly for a long time as well now. Though I have never dreamed of speaking my feelings out loud.” Gale answers in just the same quiet, intimate tone.

[acidsoju]

IN THE DARK

genre: smut, non idol au, (there's barely plot) pairing: roommate! beomgyu! roommate! reader warnings: oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex (dont!), unedited so probably bad writing word count: 3.8.k summary: when the lights go out, beomgyu goes to you, his pretty roommate, for comfort.

“AH, WHAT THE FUCK!”

If you had to be honest, you don’t know just what scared you more; if the so sudden power outage that left you completely in the darkness of your room or if the incredibly loud scream your roommate let out just a second after.

You scoffed under your breath when you heard, just a few seconds after his scream, the loud thumbs of his hurried steps down the hall getting nearer and nearer. The door of your room crashed open and you could notice, thanks to the moonlight coming from your window, the silhouette of the tall boy leaning against your door frame.

“Hey, are you okay? I just heard you screaming” he asked trying to hide the fear in his voice.

You rolled your eyes and reached out your hand to grab your phone placed on your nightstand, grimacing when you read the 4% of battery it had left. You put it back down and looked again at the boy. Beomgyu blinked, trying to adjust his sight at the darkness of your room while trying not to rush inside and hide under your bed at the creeping darkness on his back, the hairs of his neck bristling. It made him so nervous.

“Does your phone have battery?” you asked, lazily getting up from your bed. Beomgyu felt a sense of relief washing over him after hearing your voice; at least he wasn’t alone to die in the dark.

“Barely” he answered looking down at the screen on his phone. He heard you sigh and walked closer to him, stopping just a few inches before your feet touched his, both of your tilting your heads to look at each other’s eyes. “W-what?”

“I’ll see if we have some candles left” you answered softy, pointing with your finger at the boy blocking your way out. “Need to get through the door first, silly” Beomgyu’s mouth formed a small ‘o’, nodding softly before he decided to speak again.

“M’coming too” he mumbled, taking a step in your room for you to walk out first into the hall. You sighed a chuckle and made your way to the kitchen, touching the wall to guide you. Behind you, the floor creaked as the boy followed you closely― like, really close; enough for you to feel his breath fanning over the back of your neck.

You both made your ways into the kitchen; a soft grunt came from you as you stumbled into the corner of the counter, stopping abruptly while you rubbed the spot in your stomach where it hurted. Beomgyu’s body softly crashed against yours and his hands quickly found your waist, trying to stabilize himself and keeping you close. Your eyes widened and you thanked whoever up there that there was no light in the room for the boy to see your expression, because you would have surely get teased at.

“What is it?” he asked, his head tilting over your shoulder even thought he wouldn't be able to look at you. You gulped as his breath hit your cheek. His cold hands on your skin making you tense for a second before you rested your own hands over his, squeezing softly. You mumbled a short nothing before keep on walking, tugging at the boy for him to move too, which he made trying not to step on your toes, his hold in your waist never letting go.

Your hands let go of his and reached to the cupboard until your fingers brushed what it felt like the candles package, taking out one from it. You grabbed the lighter on the counter and turned around on your spot before lighting one, a small smile on your lips as it lightened a little. You felt the hands on your waist tightening and you looked up at Beomgyu, whose eyes were already looking into yours.

“You feel better?” you asked him searching for any sight of fear in his eyes. After a year living with the boy, since your mutual friend Kai introduced you to the boy who was looking for a roommate while you searched for a place to live, you had learnt a few things about him; like the kind of music he liked listening to, or how loud he could get sometimes -especially when he played his games online-, or how he was a very sweet but a very clumsy person too, or how scared he was of the dark.

You still remember that time you learnt about his fear; you weren’t home when the outrage happened and it had already come back when you got back home; you found him hugging himself on the couch, his eyes red from crying and the tired look on his eyes, all of him covered in cold sweat.

“… I can light another candle if you want” you spoke again after a few seconds of no answer from the boy. His lips curled into a small smile before he shook his head, eyes flicking to the fire in between you two.

“This much is fine, just…” he gulped, taking a small step back and tugging you with him from the hold in your waist. “Just stay with me, please.”

You allowed him to pull you into his room, pushing the door close behind you. You looked down at Beomgyu while he took a sit down on the edge of his bed, his hands never leaving your waist, as he looked up through his long eyelashes at you. You felt your face heating up and had to clear your throat as you took a step to the side and sat down on the spot next to him, his hands finally letting go of you reluctantly.

“Wanna try and get some sleep? I can stay here until you do” you said to him but Beomgyu shook his head, shifting in the bed to look at you. You couldn’t help but to let out a soft, awkward laugh at the weight of his gaze on you and looking away from him, your eyes landed on the guitar resting behind him on his bed. “Oh, were you playing before? How’s your music coming?”

Beomgyu looked over his shoulder to his instrument. “I actually was polishing a new song before the light went off… Let me play it for y― I mean, do you wanna heart it?” you nodded excitedly and Beomgyu chuckled softly before grabbing his guitar and placing it over his lap, his fingers caressing the strings and beautiful melodies coming from it.

Was it because you were immersed in the dark or was his voice always this deep? You blinked a little surprised; maybe the fact that you got to live with his screaming-ass 24/7 had made you forget about his actual very pretty and calm voice. You hummed in delight and closed your eyes, enjoying the music and the warm that irradiated from the candle.

Beomgyu cleared his throat after his song ended, looking at you while your eyes were closed. He put down his guitar against the wall and moved just a little closer to you, the sudden shift making you open your eyes to look at him.

“You have a really beautiful voice, I liked it” you whispered, suddenly feeling so tiny under his piercing gaze; his brown eyes shone with the fire reflected on them. Beomgyu leaned in closer to you, his hand resting over the one you were holding the candle with, and his long fingers brushing the line of yours. Little strands of his hair fell over his eyes and brushed against your forehead, making you ticklish and moving your head back unconsciously; he followed you, inching closer and closer until his hot breath hit against your cheek; dry yet plump lips brushing against your skin.

Your breath got caught up in your throat and you swear your hand would’ve shake if Beomgyu wouldn’t have been holding it with his own big hand.

“Wait…” you whispered, your eyes flickering to look at his when his free hand went to cup your face and softly guided you to look up at him. “The candle… you’re gonna get burned-

Your words died as Beomgyu blew the candles out; darkness engulfing you again, senses sharpening and soft lips connecting to yours in a second. Oh, he was sweet. Your eyes furrowed as you closed your eyes and a long sigh scaped through your nose, the extinguished candles in your hands fell and you didn’t care to look where before your hands grabbed each side of the boy’s face, deepening the kiss.

Beomgyu’s heart beat loudly against his chest; was it his fear of the dark or was it you? He didn’t care to stop to think as his hands pressed against the mattress on your back, leaning in until you fell on your back with him towering over you. Your hands were so soft, not like his all calloused. He liked the way they caressed his cheeks before sliding to the back of his neck, massaging his sculp and playing with his soft, long hair.

A quiet gasp came from your lips when a pair of hands firmly grabbed your waist, skin against skin as your shirt had rolled up a little. Beomgyu’s soft lips nibbled down at your bottom lip and pulled, brushing his tongue against it before sliding it into your mouth, caressing your own tongue with his. You felt the way his legs shifted and how he straddled your lap, each knee at each side of your hips.

“God, so soft…” mumbled the boy, pulling away from your mouth only to stick immediately to the skin on your jaw, then your neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of wet kisses and nibbling at your skin occasionally. You sighed; it felt good― the way his mouth moved experimentally on your skin earning each soft sound from you. Beomgyu enjoyed the little sighs you let out, but he wanted to ear you more.

His hands slowly made their way up, calloused fingerprints brushing up from your stomach to your ribs and stopping just a second at the line of your breasts, as if waiting for you to say something, which you didn’t. At the same pace, his mouth left a soft kiss in the middle of your chest that moved up and down swiftly. His nose buried in your breasts, sniffing and groaning low at the softness and warmth of the spot.

His hands slid under your bra; your back arching when his thumps rubbed against your nipples until they were erect to pull them; a whine came out of you and Beomgyu grinned against your skin, nibbling at your skin before he swiftly took your bra out. His mouth -warm, hot- went over one of your breasts, his tongue moving again and again at your nipple, sucking and biting softly while one of his hands took care of the other breast.

“O-oh-“ you whispered a groan, feeling your skin crawling at the contrast of the air hitting your bare skin and the warm from Beomgyu’s mouth. He moved to the other breast, repeating his actions; kissing, licking, sucking, biting, smirking at your precious sounds, groaning at the pulls from his hair.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, his nose brushing at your chest while his tongue stuck out and lick down until he reached your abdomen, his hands immediately covering your wet breasts when his mouth was off them. He tried looking up at you from a response, but he couldn’t see anything; unlike your room where the dim light from the moon came, his had most of the time his curtains closed. “Mhm?” his nose pressed against your pelvis, the vibrations from his voice making you squirm under him. “Do you want me to stop? Just say yes and I’m off of you.”

Truth was, you didn’t want him to stop. This was such an unfamiliar side of the Beomgyu you knew and it intrigued you, but mostly you were already too horny to want to stop him. You wanted him.

“… Gyu, touch me more” you whispered, almost inaudible but it reached the boy’s ears perfectly. His hands abandoned your breasts and his fingers slid under your sweatpants’ waistline, pulling them down and off of you. His hands grabbed your hips and scooted you closer to him, now laying down on his stomach. His nose brushed against your pelvis again before it trailed down soon reaching your aching clit; you flinched when his nose rubbed against it, your mouth gaping open as he repeated the movement again and again and again, soft whimpers reaching his ears. “No- No teasing.”

“Aw, but you sound so pretty when I do” he smirked before pressing his darted open lips against your covered core; a soft groan erupting from his throat as his senses swamped in the essence of you, already soaking wet the thin cloth of your panties. He hummed against you, biting back the smile on his lips when your back arched at the vibrations. “Smells s’good in here.”

His nose rubbed against your clit a little more while one of his hands trailed down from your hip to your thigh, caressing your skin ­-fuck, so soft- until his fingers brushed against your wet entrance. He moved aside your panties, barely pulling his face away from you until you were exposed for him. His lips bumped against your wet folds and a moan from you had him smiling against your warm pussy, while your hands went down to hold onto the man’s hair.

“O-oh, Gyu- that- ah, that feels good" your breath itched as his tongue stuck out of his mouth and gave you a long lick from the base of your entrance until your clit. A moan scaped from you. Beomgyu repeated the same action with his tongue one, two, three- a lot of times until he had you trying to close your knees around his face and whining underneath him, squirming while trying to get more friction of his mouth against you. “C’mon, don’t be mean.”

Beomgyu chuckled; firm hands now grabbing the inside of your thighs and spreading them apart before swamping into you again, this time fastening the pace of his tongue, lewd sounds of slurping and wet kisses reaching your ears even though most you could hear was your own noises. You hardened your hold in the boy’s pretty hair and bucked your hips up, trying to relieve your aching on his pretty mouth that, as soon as you started moving, had his tongue out for you to use as you pleased.

Beomgyu pressed his face closer to you, chin and nose drenching in your juices as you moved up and down; his tongue didn’t resist much still until he began matching your movements with it, up and down against you.

“Ah-fuck, Gyu, m’close”

“Cum then, angel,” Beomgyu huffed against you, his fingers grabbing your squirming legs down, probably leaving bruises mark on your skin but he couldn’t see. “fuck- you’re so hot, cum in my tongue, y/n, m’gonna take all of you.”

It didn’t take you long to reach your climax after Beomgyu’s tongue started fucking you in and out while he groaned against your entrance and you fucked his face with your pussy. You bit down your lip trying to muffle the sounds but still, moans and whimpers came from you as your juices covered the man’s tongue. Beomgyu gathered your juices on your tongue until he felt you were clean enough.

“You good?” he asked after a few seconds of silence where he only could hear your fast breaths. You gulped and nodded, remembering he couldn’t see you.

“Y-yeah, just… catching my breath” you answered, feeling your cheeks burn up and, even though you really couldn’t see him, you knew he had that stupid smirk of his on his face.

“Okay, take your time” and he did have a smirk on his face. Beomgyu sat down putting some space in between you two, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth. You pushed yourself up and palm the same in front of you, eyebrows narrowing when you didn’t find him. Crawling, you moved a little closer to where the bed sunk.

“Where are you?” you questioned, finally brushing his arm. Your hands found his face and you pulled him closer, clumsily placing your lips over his, your own taste invading your mouth. Beomgyu’s breath got caught up in his throat when your tongue pushed past his lips, moving around his mouth like you owned him. “It’s my turn now.”

“Mhm? Oh.” Realization fell upon him as your hands fell on his lap, stroking his boner over his sweatpants. You got up from the bed and kneeled on the floor, in the middle of his spread thighs. He bit his lip, head falling over his shoulder while your fingers pulled his pants down until they touched the floor. “You’re gonna make me feel good, right ang- aw, fuck-“

Beomgyu gulped down his own words when your hand grabbed his archin dick, after pulling down his boxer, and collected the wetness from the pre-cum of his tip, spreading it all along his length. Your free hand rested on his thigh, fingers pressing down on it for support while you moved your face closer to him. He felt so big in your hand; could he even fit in your mouth?

Beomgyu’s stomach tensed when your breath hit against his dick before you placed down a wet kiss on his tip, lips darting open and tongue poking out to brush against him, the saltness of his pre-cum invading your mouth. It was addicting. Soon you found yourself lowering your mouth to his base and giving a long, slow lick from there up until you reached his tip and then got him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his length.

You felt his body tensing up while you bobbed down your head, painfully slow for him, making sure your tongue reached everywhere possible. Beomgyu’s hands closed in fists against his mattress and he swirled his tongue on lips lip before trapping it down under his teeth, hissing at your pace. Were you taking revenge for his teasing? Oh, you were such a greedy little thing. Beomgyu smirked, lip still trapped under his teeth before a hand landed on top of your head.

“Mhm, that’s much better, angel,” he hummed after he had pushed your face down on his cock, feeling his tip reaching the back of your throat and you moaned against him; your eyes prickled with tears you had to blink to suppress. The hand on your scalp tug from the makeshift ponytail, making you moved up and down again, each time harder, on his dick. “Such a pretty mouth for me, making me feel this good, angel- fuck, you like that, no? Being used for me to cum, uh? You want that? Me cumming all over your pretty hot mouth? Better fucking fill your mouth with all my love.”

You whined; he sure talked a lot now that his mouth wasn’t occupied with something else. But in reality, his lewd words had you rubbing your thighs together and clenching around nothing. Beomgyu let go of the hold in your hair and leaned back, pressing both his hands against the mattress on his back as he let you take over. Fuck, he wished he could see you right now so prettily sucking him off while drool fell from your chin and you looked up at him with whose cute eyes of yours.

He bit down on his bottom lip, his head falling back while his abdomen twitched; a long, rasp groan erupted from his throat before he had his ropes of cum filling your mouth. He whined, feeling how you sucked all of his juices with your hot tongue, cleaning him just like he had cleaned you before.

His hand moved forward to hold your chin and his thump pressed against your lip before moving inside your mouth, your tongue quickly twirling around his fingerprint. Beomgyu hummed pleased. “You swallowed all of it? Good, angel, now come up here.”

You climbed up his lap after rolling down your panties and straddle him with his hand on your waist guiding you. You rested your hands on his shoulder as you lifted yourself up, feeling how he grabbed his dick and placed his tip against your entrance. His hot breath brushed against your cheek before he pushed you down onto his length, moans scaping from both of you as he filled you up.

“What the fuck, you’re so tight? Agh- god, you feel s’good, angel but you’re gonna make me cum in no time if you suck me up like that.”

Beomgyu found your lips in no time, crashing his against it and kissing you like a starved man, while you started pacing up on his cock, hearing the way his breath would flinch or the sweet moans against your mouth. His hands trailed down from your waist to your ass, grabbing and squeezing harsh. His mouth fell open when he felt the way you squeezed him inside.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? Fuck, okay-“ suddenly, he fell on his back and pulled you with him, you whined at the sudden crash but the sound quickly morphed into a moan as Beomgyu held your ass in his hands and started thrusting his hips faster from underneath you. His thrusts turning into ramping at the sweet sound of your moans against his ear, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. “You’re squeezing so hard, baby, are you gonna cum again? Do it, then.”

“Fu-fuck, Gyu, s’too much…”

“You can take it, though, you’re a big girl” he tilted his head and planted a kiss on your ear, before he started nibbling at your earlobe. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape while your eyes rolled back, it was all so lewd; the noises from skin hitting against skin, the soft groans from his on your ear. Your breath hitched and you felt your release cover all of Beomgyu’ cock that continued his fast ramping inside you, wet sounds reaching your ears. “God, you came so much, y/n, so fucking much.”

You moan against the skin on his neck where you hided your face while he thrusted the last times into you before cumming as well. His hands caressed your ass before they were up again, hugging you closer to his chest that moved up and down while catching his breath. Beomgyu was still inside of you when he moved in his bed and laid comfortably, head resting on his pillow and you laying on top of him.

Soon, soft snores reached his ears and he chuckled silently, hands caressing your exposed back and hair. Just when he was about to fall asleep as well, with you in his arms, the light came back.

[misguidedasgardian]

The price of war, part 2

Part 1

Summary: You are getting accustomed to your new life as the Lady of Winterfell

Warnings: it is implied that reader has a "midsize" body or rather she is plus size, cursing, forced marriage, a bit of humiliation and degradation (just between them both), talks about body shaming (not towards reader), reader is concern her body will change, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy, body changing, SMUT, body worship, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation I think, might miss some warnings but you know me.

Notes: no please this will not become a story, I just felt kinky

This happens a couple of months after the first part, but BEFORE that little flash-forward

This wasn’t easy, not at all

Cregan was not going to support your brother, but he has decided to kept you with him

You married him a couple of days later after he had you, Jace even gave you away to him with a mocking stance after he himself took his liberties with you once in Cregan’s chambers

Only once

Because the wolf didn’t want to share you, he said so himself…

The trace of Jace’s hands vanished quickly from your body, Cregan had made sure of it

Now two months had passed and even though you were the lady of Winterfell, you barely left the castle, you barely did anything…

Your days consisted of rising up with Cregan inside of you, he would fuck you tired, when you’d come to your senses he would be finishing breaking his fast, leaving you with a small feast as he went away to deals with matters of importance to the biggest of the 7 Kingdoms. He wouldn’t tell you what he’d do… you thought because they were preparing for marching…

Against your family.

You’d spend your short days… as winter was coming… sewing, reading northerners history, and chatting with servants maids and people of the castle.

They were becoming… softer towards you.

They were sweet and nice but… there was a secret arrangement between the servants and soldiers of Winterfell… you were not to leave…

Nobody would physically stop you, but those days you dared go outside to the courtyard, you felt the soldiers sting you nervously, how the maids would never leave you alone…

So you’d return inside, it was chilly anyways

At night when Cregan returned, no matter how much you’d try to initiate conversation, he would quiet you with kisses and caresses, he would take you once and again, and those sweet times when you would lay over him, your head in his chest… you try to ask him about his day…

And he would imply, annoyed, that you didn’t need to know it…

He thought you were trying to spy on him

And that made you sad

Three full moons had passed since that fateful day you landed your dragon outside the double walls of Winterfell…

And all that time alone with yourself.. had make you more aware… self aware

Something was off, as you broke your fast… alone… the sole smell of those wild boar sausages made your stomach do somersaults inside of you…

You had been feeling.. heavier lately.. more sensitive, and now you wanted to throw up

Perhaps you were dying

Catched some desease that only southerners in the north could catch…

But oh you knew the truth, deep inside

You weren’t an idiot

The maid catched you with your hands in your sensitive breasts…

The maester was called, and your doubts dissipated

You were with child

Cregan was coming home tonight and you were waiting for him with a small feast and candles lighten

You… we’re conflicted about Cregan, he was gruff, a bit wild, but he never mistreated you, he was gentle and sensual with you, and wether you had liked it or not, he was your husband…

You just wanted to melt the ice around him…

So when he entered his chambers he found you waiting for him with a soft smile

He smirked

Now you were changing tactics… he thought… you were trying to soften him, get him to lower his guards… he found it endearing

“What’s all this my sweet lady wife?”, he asked, you got nervous all of a sudden

“I wanted to tell you something…”

The child you were expecting… it was not Cregan’s first born, he already had a son, Rickon, who he wouldn’t let you meet yet… he had no need of a heir, he already had one… so you’d imagine he didn’t care much, but if he didn’t want more children… he wouldn’t have bed you as much…

You only hope this could bring you both together

“Go ahead”, he encouraged

You knew he didn’t trust you

You had this plan to ease him into it, to start dining, to chat a bit about his day, and then finally you'd tell him about your condition, but his piercing gray eyes were drilling into your nervous stare, and he seemed impatient, so you guessed it was better to just tell him.

"I'm with child", you said with a small smile.

You were happy, you always wanted to have your own family, you did, perhaps it was your father's neglect, or your mother's stern interactions with you all, but you wanted to have children of your own, just so you could love them as much and as best as you could, because you knew you could do better than what you had

Cregan chuckled darkly

"Oh my sweet, innocent little wife, I had noticed already", he purred, with his usual smirk

"Uh?", you muttered, one of your hands in your yet somewhat flat belly

"Your tits are bigger, you get all whiny when I touch them, and your waist and thighs are thicker...", he said with a mocking tone, "So I already noticed, I just wanted you to tell me"

"Oh", you whispered. You didn't see a change in his attitude towards you, perhaps he wasn't extremely happy, maybe this was what he expected from you, so that's why he wasn't particularly excited

You looked down as your nose tickled, a tell tell sign that you were about to start crying

...and your waist and thighs are thicker...

You ahd noticed how your sisters' bodies changed, both of them, Rhaenyra had lost the figure she had, you don't remember her young and thin, but older, as your mother, and thicker, but you did remember Helaena, her body, after having the twins, became softer, rounder... Aegon had made sure to point it out shortly after she gave birth... while in his cups he mocked of how he didn't desire her now with her new body

He made her cry, Aemond had grabbed him and smacked his head against the stone floor of the dinning room until Alicent cried to stop him

"I'm sorry", you muttered, and now he looked confused, "I'm afraid is a thing Targaryen women suffer while carrying a child... they loose their figure..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for", he didn't mean it like that, he thought, alarmed, when he saw you were about to cry.

You thought he had insulted you, when for him was the opposite

He took two long steps and grab you softly

"I can't wait for you to get fat with my child", he growled, you looked up into his eyes to find his pupils enlarged, ready to pounce on you, "more for me to grab, to caress, to kiss..."

"Really?", you asked, suddenly embarrassed, not really believing him

"You don't believe me little one?", he growled, his big hands, even over your dress, surrounded your and grabbed you under your ass cheeks, making you whine in surprise, "you are even more beautiful than the day you arrived here, and each passing week you'll be even more", he leaned in and kissed you then, more like... he devoured you

You completely gave in as he trapped your lips with his, you already know how it went, but this time felt different

Before you even knew it, you heard it, he ripped your dress with one tug, in a second leaving naked to his eyes

"You are so fucking delicious... can't fucking wait till' you are all round for me", he whispered adoringly, made you want to cry but this time from happiness

Still with his hands on the back of your thighs, he managed to get you off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist, as he took you to the bed

"It seems I wasn't clear enough", he said softly, "It appears that no matter all the times I've bedded you, you still think I'm not attracted to you, that I don't take you seriously as my wife"

He placed you softly to the bed, he accommodated between your thighs. He looked down at you, admired your form, and you wanted to cover your breasts at least, feeling watched so intently...

"ah ah ah", he chided, grabbing yours arms, preventing you from covering, "you are mine to see, remember?", he took his own clothes very quickly, until he was as naked as you were.

He was a magnificent creature, his muscles visible under his beautiful skin, his body thick, his chest ample, hsi arms and legs thick as logs... his... manhood... thick, generous, you had nothing to compare it with, but it was so big... thick as almost your wrist

"You like what you see too, don't you?", that devilish smirk that made your knees tremble

You were feeling more confident, now more desired so you nodded strongly

"Yes husband" you admitted, his smirk grew even more, and his big rough hands grabbed your soft thighs, squishing them, admiring them

"Who does this thighs belong to?", he asked then, looking down at you

"To you", you answered without even thinking

"And who does this belly belong to?", he asked grabbing your sides, squeezing a bit too

"To you", you repeated, a smirk of your own appearing in your mouth, his thick but nimble fingers sneaked between your thighs then, you jumped, buckling your hips when they teased your entrance, his thumb in your clit

"And this cunt?", he teased, "that will bear me many children"

"It's yours", you moaned, spreading your legs even further, asking for more... and he indulged you sinking in another finger, to tease your insides.

"Ah", you almost lost it when he found that special spot inside of you and bullied it relentlessly until you could hear the squelching sounds you were making

"All wet for me too", he teased, "so precious, my beautiful, desired little wife, all mine to breed"

You didn't know why his words turned you on so much but they did.

"Please...", you begged buckling your hips once his fingers abandoned your inside

"Please what?", he teased

"Please... I need you inside me", you begged, not caring anymore, he was your husband, you wanted him and he wanted you, there was no power play, no more no between you.

"I shall indulge you then", he said, pleased, his hands would not leaving your soft thighs, squeezing them, caressing them, his eyes never leaving your form... his pupils enlarged making his eyes seem all black, his teeth... in his mouth hunger for you...

"But firt", it happened fast, he layed on his belly between your thighs and sunk in your cunt

It made you scream the contact of his wet tongue between your tongues, your hand went to his wild hairs, the other to the sheets under you

You herd him, rather, you felt him chuckle between you, making goosebumps blossom in your skin. His rough hands in your thighs, his mouth, his wet large tongue. He devoured you like a man starved.

It was not the first time he'd done it, the first time you felt akward, he could sense it, it was less intense than this, more tense rather...

But not now, when you were coming undone for the second time, and he lapped at your juices like it was water and he was parched

He finally released you when he was satted and your legs were shaking around him.

He ludely wiped his mouth with his naked arm, smiling birghtly at you from above

"Fucking delicious", he but as moaned, "now that you indulged me, love, I'll indulge you"

"Wait... wait i can't"

"Yes you can, just take it my love", he teased, he took his hand wet with your arousal to his cock, stroking it. You whimpered, your senses heightened.

You whimpered again, but you welcomed him spreading your legs wider.

He entered you slowly but steadily, you melted under him as you felt every centimeter of his thick cock.

"Oh gods", you whined your head falling back

"It's not your gods, my love, it's me", he growled, "your loving husband"

He wasted no time in moving, retrieving himself until his very tip, making you whine and then he sank himself back inside you to the hilt, with more purpose this time

"You look so beautiful like this", he teased, "taking my cock, so full of it"

"I like it", its the only thing you were able to mutter, your mind clouded

"Of course you do", his strong arms were placed by the side of your face, you could see his muscles working as he kept himself from crushing you under his weight

His thrusts were deep and strong, you could swear the tip of his cock reached your belly every time.

"You are going to look so beautiful", he said, "more than you already do, but don't think this is going to end", he promised with a dark smile, "it will only get more frequent, I won't be able to keep myself from you", he kept ramming into you

The bed make dangerous sounds under you, threatening to break, you you didn't care

"Are you well?", he had to ask, your eye had rolled almost to the back of your head, you were shaking and moaning without restraint

"Please don't stop", you begged making him chuckled darkly

"I love you", he promised in the middle of his grunts, keeping his rhythm steady, just as you needed.

That did managed to slip in your mind

"You do?", you asked, grabbing onto his arms, looking into his eyes

"I fucking do, from the moment I saw you enter that room I knew, you belonged with me", he promised, as he resumed his thrusts, "I needed to have you, breed you", you moaned, feeling your orgasm building again, "and turn you into my little slut", you whined in protest but he quieted you down with a dark chuckle, "now here you are, desperate for my cock, aren't you?", you nodded quickly, "of course you are you little thing"

"Please", you begged

"Admit it", he teased, fucking you slowly

"I am, I love it", you whispered, giving up so easily, there was no reason to hide it

"Good girl", his hand cradled your cheek, his thumb caressed your cheek

"I love you too", you whispered, he fucked you harder, finally cuming inside of you

That triggered your own climax

You almost lost consciusness

You certainly missed your husband chuckling at you, leaving your form, and cuddling you next to him, after bringing you water

[sharararararara]

FINDING YOU

Paring: Percy Jackson x Child of Demeter reader

Summary: You were Percy's first friend, you were the only one who did not think he was weird. It was like you understood him, it was like you were like him. That was when you disappeared, leaving Percy alone with people bullying him. Percy promised that day that he would find you, no matter what.

Warnings: The reader is female(sorry) and angst.

Author's note: So I just realised that I was not writing for Percy so here it is!

Luke was showing Percy around Camp Half-Blood. Introducing his friends to him, and showing what they do.

"I wonder what your friends back in your school would think when they found out that your missing," Said Luke to Percy, making Percy frown.

"I don't have any friends, I only have Grover," replied Percy, making Luke frown. "You don't have other friends?" Asked Luke.

"Well, I did have one but...she went missing," Said Percy as he looked down at the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that..." Said Luke, as he did not say anything after that, realizing his mistake for asking him that question.

"She was my first friend, the only one who understood me for who I was. But one day she just magically disappeared, leaving me alone with the bullies," Said Percy, walking side-by-side with Luke.

"She sounds like a good friend," Said Luke, trying to lighten the mood. "She was, and I hope she's ok," Replied Percy.

"Oh! it's time for Lunch come on! You don't wanna miss it," Said Luke dragging Percy to one of the tables.

Luke made Percy sit down on the seats, "I'm gonna get food, I'll be right back," Said Luke as he walked away.

Percy gave Luke a simple thumbs up, before sighing to himself. He does not want to be here.

He felt like he did not belong in camp-half blood, he felt like an outcast.

If you were here, he would not feel so nervous, not so alone. He missed you, and he did not know what happened to you.

Did you get kidnapped? Did you move to another country or state? Did you run away?

He never really knew your parents, every time he wanted to meet them you always denied him saying that they were "busy" or "at work."

He never saw your parents since you always walked home. Once he asked to walk you home and you denied saying "Oh it's not that far" or "I can do it by myself."

He did not know why you were acting suspicious, but after a few years, he got used to not seeing your parents, acting like their just a ghost.

"You must be the new kid!" Percy snapped his head to the side, getting startled by the sudden voice.

A girl sat beside him, placing her food on the table. "What's your name?" She asked before taking a spoonful of her food.

staring"Percy," He replied as he looked at the rather cheerful girl. The girl froze. "Percy? Your name is Percy?" She asked before staring at him seriously, making him want to run away.

"Is there a problem with the name Percy?" He asked, awkwardly chuckling.

"N-no it's just..." The girl became quiet, before turning back to her food. "It's nothing, sorry I just uh...Your name just reminded me of Perseus, the one who killed Medusa," She replied, before taking a bite of her food again.

"Well that was where my Mom got my name, so I guess that makes sense," Percy replied, before looking down at his hands.

"Oh, yeah I remember...," said the girl. "What do you mean by "you remembered?" Percy asked as he turned to the girl.

"Oh uh- Nothing sorry- uh I need to go," said the girl before taking her half-eaten food and running away.

"Well that was weird"

Percy whipped his head to the right only to see Luke holding two plates of Mac-n-cheese.

"To be honest she reminded me of someone," he replied as Luke placed the plate in front of him and sat down.

"You know Y/N never really acts like that, I don't know why she was acting weirdly today," Said Luke as he took a full spoon of his food.

Percy froze, it's all making sense now. "Her name is Y/N?" Asked Percy, as he waited for Luke to answer his question.

"Yeah? Do you know her?" Asked Luke, making Percy widen his eyes.

"How long has Y/N been here for?" Asked Percy, "What-"

"Answer the question Luke," Said Percy, tightening his grip on his spoon.

"Oh uh- I think for 4 years?" Said Luke, getting a little nervous by the sudden change in Percy's behavior.

Percy was silent, too silent.

That was the same amount of years that you went missing for, you were here the whole time.

"She got claimed 2 years ago by Demeter," Said Luke, trying to break the suffocating silence.

"Sorry I need to go-" Said Percy before standing up, leaving his food behind.

"Well that was weird'," Said Chris before sitting beside Luke. "Yeah," replied Luke.

"I think he knows her," said Chris, stuffing his mouth with his food. "But Percy said that he did not have any other friends except Grove-"

Luke became silent, thinking about what Percy had said about his missing friend.

"Oh," Said Luke, realizing the situation. "I think I know what happened," said Luke, making Chris look up at him.

"What?" Asked Chris, obviously confused.

Luke explained everything to Chris, making Chris widen his eyes.

"Damn," said Chris, covering his mouth in shock.

"Yeah," Agreed Luke, "I hope he finds her."

"Yeah same," Replied Chris.

....................................................................

"Y/N!"

Shouted Percy as he entered Cabin 4, making your half-siblings look at him like he was crazy.

"Hello to you too," Said one of the boys awkwardly as he walked towards Percy.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Asked Percy, looking around the Cabin. "Hey- Slow down-" Shouted one of your half-siblings.

"Where is she?!" Shouted Percy.

"Percy?"

Percy turned around only to face you, "What are you doing here?" You asked, obviously concerned.

"I need to speak with you," Said Percy, taking your hands into his. "I- uh ok?" You replied leading him outside.

You lead him somewhere private, somewhere far away from the rest of the kids.

You stopped walking as you turned to him, "What do you want to tell me so badly?" You asked, making him inhale deeply.

He exhaled, preparing himself. "I think you were my friend back in school," said Percy.

"So you found out?" You asked sadness in your eyes. "Why you didn't tell me?" Asked Percy grabbing your shoulders.

"I've been looking for you for years! And all this time you were here?" Said Percy.

"I did not know how to tell you, I'm sorry for hiding this from you," You admitted, looking down at the ground ashamed.

Percy widens his eyes, "No, no- It's fine, it's ok..." Said Percy. "Really?" You asked, hope in your eyes.

"Yeah, it's fine, as long as your safe then it's fine," Said Percy as he smiled, making you giggle.

"I missed you so much Y/N," Said Percy and pulled you in a tight hug. "I missed you too," You replied before hugging him back.

The hug lasted for 20 seconds. It felt good to be finally in each other's arms again.

You pulled away from the hug, "It's been a long time since we hugged," You said, giggling.

Percy chuckled, "Yeah, it has been a very long time," Said Percy as he smiled admirably at you.

"But do you know what else we've never done in a long time?" Asked Percy, slowly walking closer to you.

"What?" You asked, your eyes focusing on his. "Kiss," Whispered Percy, making you giggle.

"Percy we were 6 years old the last time we kissed! And the only reason we kissed is because we both thought that we were gonna be alone forever so that's why you bought 2 candy rings so that we can be "married" You replied, making him laugh.

"Ok, ok, How about a real kiss?" Asked Percy, moving closer. You giggled, "In your dreams Percy," You pushed his head away and walked away, giggling at his reaction.

"Okay fine, maybe we might not kiss now but we will kiss in the future," said Percy, making you laugh.

"Yah, yah, whatever," You said smiling as you took his hand into yours.

"I missed you Y/N"

"I missed you too Percy"

[webslingingslasher]

Hey J, can you write something fluffy? Any Peter would do. it's exam season and it's stressing me out! I'm just searching for a little comfort 🥹

*cleaning out my inbox, based off some terrible storms we're having in my area. nerdy!peter* also- go me for coming out of retirement, i hope i'm still good 😁

there are three things that wake peter up in the dead of night.

the first was a loud crack of thunder, the second was a whimper, and the third was his skin being latched onto like he's velcro. peter's room flashes when lightning strikes outside his window, rain beating against it like it's begging to come inside.

there's another soft cry, hot breath washes across his ribcage.

'angel?' peter isn't awake enough to make the full connection yet. a pregnant pause, he can hear how hard the rain is coming down, his roof amplifies the sound.

'petey.' it's the soft drawl you have, you're calling out for him like he's your lifeline.

it's enough for him to rid all thoughts of sleep from his mind. 'hey, hey, hey, you're okay.' peter can feel you tremble under his hold, another strike of lightning, he's praying thunder doesn't follow.

'it's bad, it's so bad.' if peter had known about the storm he would've prepared better, instead it caught you both off guard and that made it so much worse for you.

'it's so loud. i don't like it, i don't like it, i don't like it.' you cling to him by hitching your leg over his hips, your arm thrown over his waist to keep yourself pressed against him is threatening a bruise.

peter's thankful this happened to be on a night you were sleeping over. 'sit up.' he rubs your back as a way to raise you, you shake your head. 'i think you need a hug.'

you're up in a second, peter's halfway to meeting you when the thunder he was terrified of hits and you scream while holding your hands over your ears.

peter has a funny feeling another rumble was coming, his hands pressing over yours- you scream again, you swear you felt the walls shake and peter wouldn't disagree.

you dive for him, a bundle of sobs and fast tears. 'you're okay, i promise you're okay.' your chest rises and falls rapidly, you weakly agree. 'i'm okay.'

'i'm here, right? you know i wouldn't let anything happen to you.' you nod. peter keeps you tucked in his neck, he thinks he can hear the rain lighten up, just barely. he reaches for his phone and looks for his weather app, a full radar shows him the threat is moving away.

'hey,' peter keeps his voice low for you. 'look at this,' you peek an eye open and lightly squint at the light, your focus settles in and you finally feel your heart rate lower. 'watch,' peter slides a bar, within the next thirty minutes it'll be completely past you.

'oh thank god, there's an end to my torment.'

'see? i'll will anything for my girl.' it's a nice thought but he can't control the weather. 'you can't control mother nature, petey.' the smile he gives you makes you doubt your words.

'but for you, i'd try.' he's never made fun of your fears, he's only ever been your security blanket when you need one. you can throw him a bone. 'i mean... it did go away after you woke up, so...'

peter laughs, your cheeks feel dry from your tear tracks. you sniff and feel silly for the bought of tears, peter doesn't think you're silly though, he thinks you're brave for toughing it out. he always does.

'you only screamed twice, and that's just because it caught you off guard! you're killing this, angel.' he's always so sweet, out of all the things you love about him, you think that's number one.

pouting your bottom lip out, you give him a small peck. 'i love you.' the rain comes to a sudden stop, peter gestures to his window, 'that's the kind of power your love gives me. bam, i just made mother nature my bitch.'

'peter, don't call women bitches.'

'she's a bitch for making you cry.'

'aw, okay, bitch usage allowed.'

this time, peter kisses you. it's gentle, not because you're weak from the near panic attack- because he's only ever known to be delicate with you. god, you really love his heart. 'i think you're the best person i know. i'm going to look into how to nominate you for a humanitarian award.'

peter ponders it for a second. 'well, the best part of me is you, so i'm not sure how-' you stop him with a light smack to his shoulder, he bows his head and accepts your compliment how you wanted, with a shy grin.

'as long as you keep me around to fight mother nature, i'll keep accepting your awards.'

that's a bet you're willing to take. 

[kazumist]

HOW TO CURE A FRAGILE HEART .ᐟ

✩ — how does one cure a fragile heart? well, soshiro thinks comfort and reassurance is the best cure for that. (takes place after the tachikawa raid)

✩ — includes: hoshina soshiro x gn!nurse!reader (they are so back !!!). hurt/comfort. cw: mentions of blood, bruises, hospitals, etc. but it's nothing too graphic, pet names (sweetheart & love). wc: 1085. reblogs and feedback are much appreciated !!

✩ — note: well. like i said in my note for handle with care, i actually wrote a part 2 for these two. but this and handle with care can be read as standalones! they're just set in the same uhm. timeline i guess? if that's what you call it.

your heart dropped at the sight before you. 

it was soshiro getting rushed inside the (temporary) medical area for the medical team. the actual medical building is currently in shambles with the whole tachikawa raid happening, and you didn't get a single update on the vice captain as you were too busy tending to the other patients that keep coming in.

he was all bloody and bruised. blood trailed down everywhere—from his head, his mouth, and his nose. you immediately rushed over, lending a hand in his treatment. this is exactly what you feared. a nightmare that came to haunt you in real life. the sight of soshiro being this injured was enough to make your whole world shake.

but for the sake of saving him, you needed to stay strong.

hoshina opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by the bright light of the room. he automatically noticed you sleeping on the side of his bed, arms crossed, as you laid your head against them. he then took in his surroundings and realized that he was in the hospital. and the bandages around his abdomen don't go unnoticed by him either. his body was still sore from how he overexerted himself during the tachikawa raid.

the sudden shuffle on the bed you were resting your arms and head on was enough for you to wake up, as your eyes widened. “hi.” was all he said before he yelled in pain at your hand, chopping his side.

“are you insane? you idiot! i—god,” you couldn't continue anymore as you could feel your voice cracking already. your hands meet your palms as they proceed to move up to the crown of your head. you refused to look up at the man lying on the bed at the moment.

he hears you let out a sigh—a shaky one at that. soshiro’s expression softens as he reaches out to gently caress your head. you still refused to look at him, keeping your gaze focused on the white bedsheet of the hospital bed. “ya could've at least congratulated me, ya know,” he says. it was a poor attempt at lightening the mood, honestly.

he knows that you already know everything that happened to him when he faced kaiju no. 10. in fact, he has a good guess that you lent a hand in providing first aid to him as soon as he got transported to the medics. 

and he already had a good guess at how worried you must've been to see him in such a state back then. soshiro knows you like the back of his hand; he could read you like an open book. so needless to say, he didn't have to be a genius to know that tears were already pooling in your eyes at the moment.

many thoughts ran through your head. every possibility that could've happened if he wasn't sent to the medics as soon as possible. and every single one of those possibilities terrified you. especially the possibility that he really could've—

you couldn't even bring yourself to finish that dreadful sentence.

he noticed you gripped your hair a little tighter, taking in deep breaths, although your exhale was still shaky like before. soshiro reached out to grab one of your hands, not wanting to hurt yourself with your harsh grip on them. “hey,” his voice was soft.

“love, what's wrong?” he asks.

you could only shake your head, although you let out a sniffle right after. despite his injuries and probably only a quarter way towards full recovery, hoshina was still able to move you closer to him. you could feel it—the steady beat of his heart, his breath at your ears as he reassured you that he was alive. and that he was fine.

(however, what if he wasn't? what if he actually spent his last breath on that training ground? the thought of that almost happening terrified you even more.)

hoshina gently grabs hold of your chin, moving your face to look at him. you hadn't realized that your tears started to roll down your face as you looked at him. he had a bandage on his cheek, and even more bandages around the lower part of his neck and it continued onto his abdomen. a hand slowly reaches up to his cheek, where he had a bandage on, as your thumb caresses his cheek bone.

guilt washes over you when you reflect on your earlier thoughts. why—how could you think like that? soshiro was right here, in front of you. why are you worrying about something that never even happened?

(a voice inside your head whispers that it could happen the next time he steps foot into the battlefield.)

“don't cry, sweetheart. ya know i hate seein’ ya in tears like this,” he says, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. you lean against one of his palms, relishing the warmth in them. “i just…” you started, choosing the right words to say. “seeing you in that state was... horrifying. i—i couldn't bring myself to move at first before i snapped myself back in reality and helped with treating you.”

“i was so scared, soshiro.” you mumbled, leaning towards his chest. hoshina’s breath hitched at your words, suddenly imagining the possibility of you being in his shoes—he was terror-stricken from that thought alone. he let out an apology like he always does when he comes home to you injured, which you immediately rejected. “don't apologize. i know it's part of your job, soshiro.” you said, wiping your tears away.

he rubs soothing circles on your back and pets your head in return. “look at me for a minute, please?” he wasn’t the one who would say please so easily. but for you, it just comes naturally. you look up and meet his gaze. something was there in those maroon eyes of his—love. and a small hint of guilt as well.

“i’m sorry.” you said.

“why so?”

“because i… i couldn’t help but imagine the worst happening.” soshiro doesn’t need you to say anything more to understand what you meant by “worst.” he puts his forehead against yours and never breaks his eye contact with you. “that’s okay,” he then says. you were about to speak in protest of his words before he cut you off. “that’s okay because i know how much ya care about me, but always remember that i’m here, ‘kay?”

he was right. he was here. and he was fine.

and that’s all that matters.

[the-anonmaton]

The Burden of Battle

Relationships : Sevika x Reader Characters : Sevika, Original Female Character Rating : Mature Tags : Fluff, Massage, Light Angst, Domestic, Fluff and Angst, Scars Words : 1,477 Summary:

What about caring for a tired Sevika?

**********

It was an easy night after a hectic week. Both of you relieved to return to the place you called home for a much needed rest. You ate your food discussing the situation in Zaun, both hopeful and in good spirits about how things were developing. But your good work didn't come without a toll and you sure as hell knew the burden that came with her position. You could see it in her exhausted eyes and the scars marring her body. But you also knew the importance of the cause and her unwavering loyalty. She wouldn't let some minor inconveniences like sleep or life threatening injuries to stop her. It was a blessing and a curse, and you both loved and hated her for it.

After you finished eating she poured herself a hearty serving of whiskey and went outside to smoke her cigar, since you were adamant about you being the one cleaning up after your meal and ushering her out of the kitchen. If it was up to you she would never have to do any more work than what was absolutely necessary. She is doing more than enough as it is. You can take on a measly table and a few dirty plates.

A few minutes later you came in the bedroom only to find her lying face down on the bed, eyes closed, metal arm hanging over the side of the bed, clothes and boots still on. You smiled softly looking at her, although you couldn't help the pensive look that overtook your face. But you managed to school your features as you approached her. You fell to your knees bringing your face at her level and started to thread your fingers through her hair. She hummed, half-opened her eyes, saw your soft smile and smiled back before closing her eyes again and letting out another hum, enjoying your petting.

"How about a bath, love?"

"I'm tired."

"I know, but I promise you'll feel better."

No response. In the silence you could only hear her breathing.

You slipped your hand from her hair to let it rest between her shoulder blades and purposely pushed down with your whole palm, following with your thumb making circling motions applying slightly more pressure at the spot. She hummed again.

"Come on, baby. And after, I'll help you relax. You know you'll like it."

You had her. By now you knew she would always relent to the promise of a massage. She often joked that you held too much power over her. Too bad your power couldn't do anything about the weight of the job she was carrying on her shoulders. Maybe you could help lighten it, just for a while.

"Hmm… okay."

Smiling to yourself after your success, you gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, rose from your kneeling position on the floor and went to prepare the bath for her. You only heard a grunt of protest to the sudden absence of your hand massaging her back while making your way to the bathroom.

**********

Getting her out of her clothes wasn't the easiest of tasks, but you couldn't complain as now you were both sitting in the warm water, enjoying each other's company and feeling the struggles of the week washing away. You are propped up on one side of the bathtub while she is laying in front of you with her metal arm hanging over the side, her other arm caressing your knee below the water and her head resting on your shoulder with her forehead touching the side of your chin. Your one hand is resting on her stomach, lightly stoking her with your fingers while your other hand has returned to its previous task of threading her hair, simultaneously getting it wet so you can clean it properly. Seeing her relaxed face and hearing her occasional humming you couldn't help but hold her tighter and kiss her temple.

"Feeling better?"

"Hmm… Love you, baby."

"I love you, too."

You both stayed in the tub until you started to feel the water getting colder and reluctantly stepped out to towel yourselves before getting dressed. You put on a pair of panties and one of Sevika's old t-shirts which was a lot baggier over your relatively smaller frame, while she put on only her boxers knowing what was to come.

You were looking yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair in a ponytail when you turned to see her sitting on the edge of the bathtub trying to dry her hair with the towel. She was favoring her right side, the purple bruise from a few days ago was almost gone, but not the ache underneath, if her struggling to hold her arm up was any indication. You slowly walked towards her, placed yourself between her legs and put your hands on top of hers.

"Let me."

She blinked up at you, looked into your eyes, closed hers and simply nodded, dropping her hands, relinquishing control and letting you manhandle her head in your attempt to get all the wet spots.

After you deemed your work adequate, you threw the towel on the floor and returned your hands to her hair, slowly caressing it and pushing it back with your fingers to tidy it up a bit. You then let your hands glide to each side of her face, your fingers curled around the back of her neck and your thumbs caressed her cheeks. She hummed again.

You were transfixed by her face, eyes still closed, her head hanging back and you could feel metal and warm fingers lightly touching the sides of your thighs. Mesmerized, you leaned forward while holding her face to place a gentle kiss on her mouth and pulled away only to be met by tired eyes looking back at you, reminding you of your promise.

"Come on, baby."

You pulled away, extended your hand for her to take and after she followed your command you lead her to the bedroom.

**********

She lay on the bed while you walked around it to get to the nightstand where you had the oil. After you found it, you turned around and observed her for a moment. Face down on the bed, both hands above her head, one over the other. You wouldn't be surprised if you heard a snore coming from her. You thought of how far you've come since the first time you met each other. Looking back, not even in your wildest dreams would she be this relaxed and vulnerable with you. It took some time, but here you are. Apparently, your little trip down memory lane didn't go unnoticed.

"Hey, you hearing me?"

You snapped back and blinked.

"Hm? Sorry, what?"

"You okay?"

You managed to focus your vision. Sevika was propped up on her elbows, head turned to you with a worried look on her face.

"Yeah, just got distracted. Ready?"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, come on, lie back down."

"You would tell me though, right?"

"Of course, love. Don't worry, I'll tell you later."

"Okay."

Reluctantly she lay back down in her previous position and a relief washed over you. You would tell her, but now was not the time. You had other plans for the night and possibly making her uncomfortable by bringing up her behavior was not a part of it.

**********

Normally, you would just straddle her ass and go on to massaging her back, but tonight you felt the need to show more of your love. Maybe seeing her run herself to the ground all week and remembering the tired look she gave you at the bathroom a few moments ago fueled that desire. So you walked to the foot of the bed, purred some oil on your palm, warmed it up between your hands, knelt down at the end of the mattress and started massaging her left calf.

"Hm, that's different."

"Just trying something, you just relax."

"I'm not complaining."

You slid you hands up her calf, putting pressure on the muscles with your thumbs. When you reached the back of her knee you hugged it with your hands and slid them back down, now putting pressure to the front of her leg with your other fingers. You repeated the motion a few times, all the while mindful of not accidentally pulling her fuzzy leg hair, the oil helping your movements. Her hums and occasional relieved grunts making you feel pretty proud of yourself.

"Is the pressure okay?"

"Hmm, feels good, baby."

"Tell me if you need anything."

You made your way to her right calf, your hands following the same pattern, then you moved up the bed and straddled it to give you better balance so you can tend to her right thigh and then you moved over to straddle her left calf to finish with her left thigh.

It was impossible not to let your eyes roam over all the spots you were touching. You were once more cataloging her every wound, new and old. For some you were there, you even took care of them, while for others you relied on her to tell you the stories. You wanted to lean and kiss each and every one of them, cursing once more whoever inflicted them upon her, if they were still alive considering they were trying to mess with your woman, but you decided to focus on the task at hand for the moment.

You also felt your heart skipping a beat whenever you came across a love bite on her thighs. You sure as hell had your fair share on your body but she didn't often let you have your way with her, so you couldn't help but let your fingers linger a moment longer on them, savoring them and trying to burn them in your memory.

**********

After paying your due diligence on her legs you moved up over her body and situated yourself on her ass so you can attend to her back. You put some more oil on your palms, warmed it again and got to work.

You began your massage by stroking her back, not putting any pressure, hands just lightly touching and caressing her, spreading the oil from her lower back, to her spine, upper back and shoulders and coming back down to her lower back by a path from her sides, feeling her frame expand with each slow breath she took. You kept at it for a while, since her contented hums seemed like a good sign that she was enjoying herself and you didn't want to stop providing.

It was a good opportunity for you to stare at her strong back, to feel the muscles below your hands, to touch a few more constellations of scars. Their number was greater compared to the ones on her legs, and some of them clearly looked like they hadn't healed properly, the scar tissue prominent under your fingers. That was the burden of her cause and you knew these injuries wouldn't be the last. You felt the pain in your heart and your eyes welling up, and this time you couldn't hold back, so you leaned and kissed every scar your position allowed.

A part of you was waiting for her to scold you and get you back on track with your massage, but it turned out that whatever you were doing had rendered her jelly underneath you. She only hummed and, to your surprise, she pulled her warm hand that was tucked under the pillow above her head and brought it to rest parallel to her body so she can reach your leg and caress it.

With one last feathery kiss on the back of her neck, you pulled back and trailed your hands over their previous path on her back, finally adding the much needed pressure her knotted muscles were begging for. Her poor condition was apparent from her grunts, sharp inhales, holding breaths and heavy exhales every time you increased the pressure or went over a stubborn spot on her back. You could only apologize with a frown on your face, which luckily she couldn't see, but could probably hear it in your voice.

"I'm sorry, baby. I should do this more often. These knots would be more manageable."

"It's fine."

Of course she wouldn't admit anything. It's fine though, it's the common secret between you two. She won't admit her pain, even when you see her bloody and injured and hear her hurting. But she's doing better about it, so you can't really blame her. You know by now to let her take her time and push when necessary.

**********

After your final stroke, you leaned forward, placed another kiss on her right shoulder blade, crossed your hands over it, rested your head above them and lay down on her back, acting like a blanket over her body. From your position you could see her profile, the side of her relaxed face inches away from yours. Her eyes were still closed, the side of her mouth pulled up a tiny bit forming the beginnings of a smile, breathing evenly through her nose. With one finger you traced a path from the middle of her forehead to her chin, going over her crooked nose, obviously broken many times in her past, and over her lips, dragging the bottom one down with light pressure. You moved to place another kiss on her right cheek.

"I thought you'd fall asleep halfway through it. Feels like I lost a bet"

She chuckled and her smile widened, teeth almost showing. Her speech was slurred as she spoke to you, clearly on her way to lose consciousness.

"I tried not to. Felt really good to miss it."

"Well, we can do it anytime you want."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, baby. It was nice."

Your heart fluttered at her praise. With a sharp inhale and a smile you gave one last kiss on her shoulder.

"Sleep now, love."

"Hmm…"

You slid to her right, so you can face her and put one arm over her waist and a leg over her thigh, so you wouldn't crush her any further, not that it was a possibility, but you wanted her to enjoy a good night's sleep without a weight on her back preventing her breathing.

"I love you." You whispered to her, letting your breath tickle her lips.

She half opened her eyes to regard you with serious expression, and you felt a warm hand tucking it self under your t-shirt and resting on your hip. She sighed with a smile and closed her eyes.

"I love you, too."

It wasn't long before she passed out. You tried to stay awake for a little longer, looking at her, committing her to memory, enjoying the silence, before the next hectic week comes, threatening once more the life you made with her.

**********

taglist : @opropheticsoul

Thanks for reading! :)

[milqueandsugar]

Imagine kissing lucifer, Alastor, like really intensely after the battle with heaven!

If possible! Feel free to ignore if not🥺💖

🌼☕` Your Tea Is Ready `☕🌼

Gen / hurt comfort (?) Mostly Fluff

Includes / alastor , Lucifer

A/N - wrote this with sun stroke and it was positively unhinged, I'm hoping I've molded this into something normal lmao

| ALASTOR |

He had been missing for days, there were moments where you feared that he HAD died, then minuets, then hours. Soon the grief you had been denying began to creep into your heart, and it wasn't long until you joined Charlie in her grief, though yours developed into something closer to despair Then as quick as he disappeared he reappeared, chipper and in song and so inguriatingly happy to see you again. You hated him, you hated him for leaving you, you hated him for letting you worry, you hated him for trying to fight Adam all on his home, and you hated how overcome with love you were the moment you saw him. You near tackled him into a hug, which he infuriatingly reciprocated, squeezing you as though he missed you just as much

"My dear-!"

"Shut up!" You huff, pulling him in for a kiss, you can feel him grin against your lips, his hands curling into your shirt, the fabric offending him all of a sudden He keeps you there until you can't breathe, chasing your lips afterwards, as hungry for your love as you are for his.

"I missed you." His voice is soft, quiet, without his filter. It's raw and vulnerable and sparks adoration in your jest like a firework

"You didn't have to. You could have come home." He looks like he wants to say something, but only nods, peppering your face with kisses as he begins to figure his way out of this one.

| LUCIFER |

You let out a rattled breath, somewhere between a scream and a gasp at the sight of your lover. His horns split the skin of his skull, clothes tattered and stained with blood and soot. His soft, porcelain skin marred with bruises that were already in the late stages of healing due to his angelic blood. Angelic or not, fear and worry struck you like lightening as you near trip over rubble to get to him.

"LUCIFER?!" Your voice is hoarse, given the widening of his scarlet eyes you cannot imagine that you look any better than he does. You grab his face in your hands, scouring him for injury.

"Are you hurt? Did you get hurt?" Your eyes dart frantically over his figure, by time they reach his face again his eyes are wet and his lips are trembling. "Lucifer- lucifer talk to me are you hurt-?"

You barely utter the word 'hurt' before his lips are crashing onto yours. His hands once still at his sides frantic to take you all in at once, squeezing, sliding, groping at your skin as he pulls you ever closer.

"You're safe." He whispers like a prayer. He peppers your face in kisses. "We're safe. The hotels safe.." He's breathless you realize, your labored breaths matching his the way his arms constrict around you.

"It's over- we're safe.. it's over." He rests his head on your shoulder, hands slowing to soothing motions over your back. You realize at some point you had begun to cry.

"Yeah- yeah we're safe." You sniffle, wiping at the tears that riveted down your cheeks in broken, uneven streams.

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AHHH THE AGE REGRESSION ONES R SO CUTE I NEED MORE!!!!! maybe one where reader is having like a breakdown/ptsd flashback which results in them regressing involuntarily and mike comforts them? could be headcanons or a fic idrc :3

IM SO GLAD PEOPLE GET THE CG MIKE VISION… here is my attempt at writing something along those lines!!! I hope u enjoy nonnie <3

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The Schmidt household was practically a second home to you. You crashed on the couch more often than not and even had a drawer full of your things in Mike’s room for easy access. Your living situation was less than ideal and you felt more comfortable with Mike and Abby than anyone else so it just worked out.

That’s how you found yourself outside their door one morning, knowing it would be just Mike at the house as Abby had already left for school. You used your key and offered a shaky smile to the sleepy man on the couch. “Hey.” He says at first, taking a few seconds to look up at you. When he finally does, his eyes widen at the tears running down your cheeks and he rushes towards you.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Mike asks, using his thumb to wipe under your eyes. You don’t answer but instead, you start to sob loudly. He’s definitely awake now, all his attention on you. He helps you the best he can to the couch so you can sit down. The second he sits down with you, you fling yourself into his arms and continue your breakdown.

Mike is quick to hold you, rubbing your back softly and whispering soothing things like “it’ll be okay” and “I’ve got you”. It helps more than he knows and the both of you sit there for what seems like hours.

When you begin to quiet down, you detach yourself from him and rub at your eyes. “Are you feeling any better?” Mike asks you and you nod lazily, a sudden tiredness washing over you. “T’ank you, Mikey.” The slurring and the nickname alerts Mike to the fact that sometime during your crying session, you slipped into littlespace.

You didn’t age regress too often, specifically around Abby. But Mike was always more than happy to take care of you when you did, especially when you were sad. “Of course, baby,” he uses his favorite nickname for you when you’re in that headspace, “how about we get you something to eat and drink and then you go take a nap?” He continues.

You nod again, “m’kay.” The idea of eating doesn’t sound too bad and you know you need to stay hydrated, even more so after crying. Mike grabs the television remote and turns on Abby’s favorite channel with all the cartoons. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and then hurries to the kitchen.

He and Abby had just had breakfast so he heats up the remaining pancakes and bacon, periodically checking on you. He slathers the pancakes with butter like he knows you like it and also cuts them up. Mike then delivers them to you on a plate.

You lighten up a bit at the food, starting to dig in as he goes to get you a glass of water. He comes back and sets it on the table in front of you. Before too long, you’ve finished your food and water and are back rubbing your eyes tiredly again.

“How about that nap?” Mike offers with a knowing smile. You nod and make grabby hands, indicating you want to be picked up. The man isn’t the most built but he works out enough to easily pick you up, knowing how much you like it when he does. You wrap your arms around his neck while he holds your thighs not too tight.

In a few seconds, you’re in Mike’s room and he deposits you carefully on his bed. He tucks you in so you’re nice and safe and comfortable. He’s about to turn away when you stop him. “Can we cuddle, please?” You ask and he already knows he’s not going to say no. He hums and slips into the bed, fortunately already in comfortable wear.

In the bed, you turn to face the wall opposite the door and Mike catches on, wrapping you up in his arms. Before he knows it, you and him fall asleep even with the sun peeking through the blinds at you both.

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this was kinda therapeutic to write because ive been going through a tough time myself :( tysm for the request <3

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