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delfiore · 6 months

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—MONTAUK.

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

synopsis: you remember how it used to be whilst dealing with how it is now.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: alexia baby come home the kids miss you 🥲 this was the clairo - bags fic i promised months ago but now the premise feels completely different and i've changed the title also lol. a lot happens to one's state of mind in 3 months.

After.

Under normal circumstances—as much as normal was nowadays—the silence in the apartment would feel like a blanket of comfort. It meant you were having a rest from your hectic days training and playing matches, it meant you could finally relax with the love of your life; it meant peace.

Now, the silence was deadly. It was sucking up the life in every room in this apartment, and it was draining the life out of you too.

The door clicked, and you shifted in your spot on the couch, quickly shutting off your phone on which you had bullet points typed out in the Notes app—bullet points of things you wanted—needed—to say, to lessen this inevitable pain. You cracked a smile when you heard tiny feet pattering on the floor, just as the little Pomeranian came to greet you with loving licks.

Nala was oblivious to the cracks that had been forming in her home, that have been left unamended for too long with the thinking that they would go away with time. You dreaded thinking of the day when the little pup came home from a walk and you weren’t there anymore. Would she miss you? How long until she starts to forget you?

“I got us dinner.”

“Cool,” you said, breathing in deeply. “You wanna eat now, or . . . ?”

“Sure.”

You helped her unpack the food without another word, the only sound heard was the clanking of plates as you pulled them out of the cupboard and set them on the kitchen island.

Alexia didn’t say anything either, just gingerly put the food on the plates. You felt her stiffen slightly as you walked towards her and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

She offered you a small smile—a forced smile—and brought the food to the table.

You cursed yourself and wished you hadn’t done it.

Before.

“And that concludes the tour of our facilities. Any questions?”

“No, I’m good.” You were way too excited to think about anything else other than the Barcelona crest on your chest.

“Great. Then, how about we go meet your future teammates? Some of them should be in the weight room.”

Patri greeted you initially, first in Spanish, then in English once she realized you weren’t catching on. Jana and Salma followed suit with friendly handshakes and quick hugs. It left the captain to be the last. And there she was; la Reina herself.

You were surprised to find that she was rubbing her hands together, waiting for her turn, almost like she was nervous. As you came to know her, you understood that she was in fact nervous when meeting new people, a polar opposite to the confident leader she was on the pitch.

But you saw the way her hazel eyes fixed on you, and as you approached her, a lingering smile played on her lips. Your heart suddenly leaped in your chest, and your cheeks felt embarrassingly warm, which you hoped she didn’t see.

You had admired her from afar, looking up to her as a role model in the game, but now that you were seeing her up close, something stirred inside you. There was something so endearing about Alexia’s shyness where you had expected assertiveness. It made her feel more down-to-earth, more like your teammate rather than a mythical figure up on a pedestal. One look at her and you understood why people had talked so highly of her—how could they not?

Extending a hand towards her, you had made your greeting, but she pulled you in for a firm and generous hug.

And that’s how they started—the butterflies, the attraction, the yearning—and they never went away.

After.

You decided that you were going to do it after dinner. Doing it during dinner is just tacky and downright disrespectful. You’d hate to be crying into your takeout after telling your girlfriend you wanted to break up.

When you snapped out of your train of thought, you realized that it was way too quiet. Alexia was eating on the other side of the table, scrolling through her phone as she did.

“Did you see Claudia’s banger of a free kick today?” You asked, smiling slightly.

Alexia looked up briefly from her phone. “Si. Really good.”

A curt answer. You nodded, and silence ensued again.

You didn’t talk to Alexia much these days. You used to be able to talk to her about anything, even in the beginning when the both of you were still testing the waters to see where you stood. When did it become like this?

Before.

Practice was going swimmingly. You found yourself catching on quickly with the rest of your teammates. Alexia has made it her mission as captain to make you feel welcome. “Anything you need, ask me,” she would say in English. You wanted to, but every time you thought about talking to her, your hands would sweat and you needed to practice what you were going to say to her. You weren’t scared that she wasn’t going to understand you, but because you knew you’d make a fool out of yourself tripping over your words.

“Hey, Alexia,” you said after practice, “I don’t know the city that well, and—well—since you do, would you be willing to show me around?”

“Si, claro.” She answered and looked around the field. “Maybe I can ask some of the girls to come with? They might know things to do that I don’t.”

Later she would explain to you that she panicked and that she knew she would be weird about it, thinking it was a date when it really was just a little outing between teammates. You wished she had treated it like a date, though, and was slightly disappointed when she mentioned bringing your teammates. Still, you had a great time watching Mapi banter with Lucy and Mariona while Alexia played the role of the disappointing mom trying to restrain her children.

You were grinning thinking back on the day when you came home. Her bashful smile after she offered to drive you home was so unlike anything you had pictured in your head before coming to Barcelona. You loved her calm nature, something that made her such a reliable captain, but also an endearing human being.

After.

You stayed seated by the dinner table and you watched her load the dishes in the washer. The scene was void of music that she would sway her hips to or a hearty conversation about a random fact she learned from one of your teammates. Now it was just robotic, lifeless movements, and your heart squeezed at the thought of what it used to be.

The end is near.

Somewhere, somehow, you gathered the courage to speak up. “Wanna watch a movie?”

And to your surprise, she turned around and said, “Sure.”

For a second, you let yourself hope that there was still something salvageable from this ruin. Then you realized that you had been here many times before, and everything accumulated and led you here to this moment.

Before.

“Really?! You’ve never seen Mean Girls?”

Alexia shook her head and chuckled. “I didn’t watch a lot of movies, Y/N. Growing up, all I had time for was football.”

“Yeah, but . . . I mean, it’s Mean Girls. That’s just a crime,” you clicked your tongue. “We’ll have to catch you up on all the classics.”

The discussion had been prompted by the imminent movie night at one of your teammates’ places. The movie of choice was Mamma Mia!, and you had been most excited to rewatch it. You and Alexia arrived together after an outing in town, and since you did so late, you both were in charge of stocking up the snacks.

“And by that, I hope you mean . . . you and me,” Alexia stuttered, leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for you to fill your bowl with popcorn.

Your lips curved up. “Yes, I mean me and you. Just me and you.”

Your captain grinned too, like a devious little kid. “Good. Just making sure.”

“¿Qué diablos está tardando tanto? (What the hell is taking so long?)” Patri called from the living room. “¡Más te vale no estar besándote en mi cocina! (You better not be making out in my kitchen!)”

You let out a surprised laugh, as Alexia cursed under her breath, wishing silently that the girls in the living room would just shut up and stop snickering. Once the bowls in your hands were filled to the brim, you turned to her with a knowing look.

“I wouldn’t have minded, you know.”

“Mind what?”

“If we were making out,” you said before leaving Alexia in the kitchen to soak in your words.

She found a seat next to you after taking a minute to calm her racing heart so that you wouldn’t notice how crazy you drove her. She felt like a teenage girl having a silly crush, but there was nothing silly about the way you looked at her. And when you put your head on her shoulder midway through the movie, she knew she was gone. Patri saw it too across the couch apparently, and her knowing grin made Alexia want to bury herself inside a hole. While she wasn’t particularly into romcoms, she was already looking forward to watching Mean Girls with you, her fleeting heart hammering in its cage at the thought of getting you alone again.

After.

The silence was deafening. You didn’t dare to look over to Alexia to gauge her reaction. The screen continued to play the movie, blissfully unaware of an earthquake that had suddenly roared to life in the space on the couch between you and Alexia.

You swallowed. She hasn’t spoken for hours.

Then, she turned to you and said, “Okay.”

Okay.

You drew a sharp breath and nodded with finality. “Okay.”

The movie was still playing, though. It was one of your favorites, but it made you cry every time you watched it because you were so touched by the story and its main characters. It was about a man—grief-stricken with the loss of his relationship—who decides to get his memories of his girlfriend wiped, but during the process, he relives everything he shared with her and slowly rues his decision. You used to enjoy it because their story was fictional, but now it all felt like one big joke, like you were one of the characters in the movie, inching towards a certain endgame that you couldn’t escape.

You wondered if there were a different script written out for you and Alexia.

“Let’s finish the movie though, yeah?” She said, finally looking over to you.

You hadn’t expected that look on her face when you looked back at her—it was something almost like desperation.

Like it meant something to her.

You nodded. It was the least you could do after dumping her. What kindness, after the neglect she had shown you, what kindness.

Before.

Alexia was shaking when she brought the two glasses of wine out to her living room, where you sat. Nala, the ever-excited little puppy that she was, followed her like a personal little cloud.

“I heard it was going to be a sad movie, so wine it is.” She said, handing you your glasses.

“It’s a cult classic, trust me. It’s one of my favorite movies ever.”

“Well, I liked Mean Girls, so I trust you.” The truth was, she would have watched any movie with you, as long as it was with you.

You were right, it was quite sad. When she looked over midway through the movie, she could see a glossy streak running down your face. You laughed it off and wiped your tears away, embarrassed that you had cried in front of her, but Alexia thought you were the prettiest.

With feather-light touches, she reached over and brushed the tip of her fingers over your cheekbone. She knew there was no going back if she went ahead with this. She wondered if there was a script written out for you and her already, and she was just following it on its path.

Her lips brushed against yours softly, and only once she felt that you started to kiss her back was she brave enough to put her hand around your waist and pull you closer.

You were grinning so wide when she pulled away, that she thought it might have been a prank and you were somehow in on it. But you put your arms around her neck and pecked her lips again.

Whatever script it was, Alexia was sure it would be one of fairy tale endings and happily ever after, because that is what you believe when you’re in love.

a/n: the movie is eternal sunshine of the spotless mind btw. made me ugly cry.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas imagines #alexia putellas angst #woso imagines #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso angst

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lionlena · 10 months

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Blue dress (Joel Miller x plussize!reader)

Okay, so this is a reward for @hannahnotmontana bc she is my 500th follower :D

Request from here.

Summary: You're trying to find the perfect outfit for Tomme's party, but your insecurities make you depressed. Fortunately, your boyfriend Joel will do anything to let you know how beautiful you are.

Warnings: A bit of sadness and insecurity, Joel is 40-45, established relationship, pre-outbreak Joel, fluff

I hope you enjoy it. Though I feel like I could have done better 🥺

You sighed heavily and took out another dress from the wardrobe. Clothes were everywhere around you. Jeans, dresses, skirts, shirts… You were so busy looking for something that would look good on you that you didn't even notice that your boyfriend Joel had come home.

"Is there something I don't know? We had a fight and you're moving out?"

You jumped slightly and looked at him. Joel was leaning against the doorframe. He crossed his arms, his flannel shirt hugging his biceps. He smiled at you and stretched out his arms. You walked over to him and hugged him tightly.

"Hi, honey. Sorry for the mess. I thought I'd finish this before you got back."

Joel kissed you on the cheek and looked around. "But what are you actually doing?

You moved away from him a bit. Everyone could easily see that you were resigned. "I'm looking for something nice I can wear for Tommy's barbecue tomorrow. You know there's going to be his new girlfriend, Maria, and I wanted to… I don't know."

Joel wrapped one arm around you and leaned in, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I'm going to help you choose something."

He pulled away from you and picked up a blue dress with white flowers. "Maybe that. I love the way you look in it."

You winced and grunted. "In it, I have bare shoulders."

"And? I guess that's good. It's supposed to be warm tomorrow, and if you're cold I can always give you my jacket and wrap my arms around you."

You rolled your eyes. "It's not about the cold. It's just that..." You bit your lip and after a moment you mumbled, "I have fat arms."

Joel immediately denied it. "No, that's not true. You have normal arms. The way you should have." Seeing you wouldn't budge, he nodded and picked up black jeans. "Maybe these and some kind of shirt with long sleeves."

You shook your head. "These pants are tight on my ass."

Joel licked his lips. "Yeah, and I love it. It always makes me want to grab your sweet ass."

Wanting to confirm this, he walked over to you and placed his hands on your ass, possessively squeezing it. You pushed him slightly hissing "Don't do that!"

Joel pulled back, but only a little, and watched you closely. Clearly, something was wrong. He placed his hand on your cheek. Even though his hands were big and rough from work, his touch was always gentle and comforting.

"Sorry," you murmured.

"What happened? You know you can tell me anything, baby."

You wanted to cry from the amount of love that flowed from him. Joel has always been like this like he doesn't see any flaws in you. Like he loves the smallest part of you and sometimes you don't understand that. You sniffed and shook your head mumbling, "I'm fine." You walked over to the bed and started gathering your clothes. "I'll clean this mess and I will warm up your dinner."

But Joel wasn't going to let go that easily. He had to make sure he got rid of everything that made you feel so bad.

He sat on the bed, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you onto his lap. You yelped in surprise at his movement and landed awkwardly on his legs. You had to grab his arms to keep your balance.

"Joel, stop, I'm too heavy!"

"Since when?" he replied quickly and tightened his arm around your waist. To help you get your balance, but also to make sure you don't run away from him.

"Always," you growled, tears starting to form in your eyes. "Why can't you see that? How can you not see that I..." Finally, tears began to flow down your cheeks and no words could escape your lips anymore.

"Hey, hey, slow down." Joel pulled you even tighter. "Why can't you see that you're perfect for me? Why can't you see that I'm happy with you? I love you. From the very beginning. I love every part of you and you know it." He gently wiped away your tears with his thumb and kissed your forehead, trying to calm you down. "I know it's not always easy to think good of yourself. Do you know how many times I've wondered why you don't find someone younger, less fucked up, and with a prettier nose?"

You smiled slightly and brushed your finger across his nose. "Your nose is perfect. You are perfect."

"You think so?" he replied. "I will only accept it if you accept that in my eyes you are perfect too."

You nodded and he kissed your lips passionately. When your lips separated, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your face against his shoulder. You sighed and inhale his scent. There were still remnants of uncertainty and sadness in you, but they were melting away as Joel rhythmically stroked your back and hummed some melody.

After a few minutes, you could look into his eyes again and... His brown, warm eyes looked at you with nothing but adoration. You wanted to be perfect for him, but apparently, you already were. You smiled and pecked his nose.

"So" you bit your lip for a moment. "Blue dress?"

Joel nodded. "Blue dress, but... Don't blame me later for not being able to get my hands off you."

You shook your head. "Actually, you can't get your hands off me every day."

He shrugged and started to cover your cleavage with small kisses. "You can't blame me for that."

You buried your fingers in his curls and enjoyed the attention this wonderful man showed you.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel is sweet #hurt/comfort #just little sad #but also fluff #plus size reader #tlou fanfiction

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yournameloveskpop · 3 months

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Hey babe, so recently I saw on twitter, when enhypen had their last concert in Seoul, Sunghoon broke down crying. LIKE I WAS CRYIJG WITH HIM OH MY GOD. so yeah can i request some fluff where we comfort him? Cuz oh my god my poor baby I just wanna hug him and comfort him so bad😭😭😭😭😭

It’s okay

Paring: Sunghoon x reader

Style: SFW, Fluff, Romance, Friendship

Word count: 792

Warning: N/A

Y/N paced back and forth in the crowded, buzzing atmosphere of the concert hall, her heart pounding with a blend of excitement and nervous anticipation. The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers as ENHYPEN took the stage. Among the sea of fans, Y/N's pride swelled; her boyfriend, Sunghoon, and his bandmates were about to perform, marking another milestone in their rapidly ascending careers.

As the concert progressed, the energy was palpable, with fans, known affectionately as ENGENEs, singing along to every word. But the atmosphere shifted when Sunghoon stepped forward to make his speech, a moment that seemed to still the air around Y/N.

"Everyone, I've heard some say I'm too stiff," Sunghoon began, his voice strong yet laced with vulnerability. "But being here with you, performing with my brothers, it's where I find joy."

From the front row, Y/N watched, her heart in her throat, as Sunghoon's usual composure wavered. The crowd fell silent, hanging onto his every word.

"I see your faces, and I feel... I feel so grateful. ENGENEs, you've made this journey unforgettable," he continued, his voice cracking with emotion.

Beside him, his bandmates exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of concern and support. The audience, too, was visibly moved, their cheers now replaced by a warm, encouraging hum.

"Sunghoon, you're amazing!" someone shouted from the crowd, breaking the momentary silence.

"Yeah, we love you!" another voice echoed, followed by a chorus of agreement from the audience.

Tears began to stream down Sunghoon's cheeks, a rare sight that tugged at everyone's heartstrings. Onstage, the other members closed in, offering shoulder pats and comforting words.

"It's okay, man," Jay said, his arm around Sunghoon's shoulder. "Look at all the love you're getting."

Y/N could hardly stand still, her own eyes brimming with tears. She felt a surge of love and pride for Sunghoon, witnessing his vulnerability and the genuine connection he shared with his fans and members.

As Sunghoon tried to regain his composure, he glanced towards Y/N, their eyes locking for a fleeting moment. It was a silent exchange, a moment of understanding and support that transcended words.

The concert came to a close, leaving an air of emotional catharsis hanging over the crowd. Y/N, heart still racing from the intensity of the night, made her way backstage, her thoughts consumed by Sunghoon's heartfelt speech and the raw emotion he'd displayed.

As she waited in the dimly lit corridor, the sound of approaching footsteps signaled the end of her wait. The boys rounded the corner, their faces a mix of exhaustion and the afterglow of performance adrenaline.

Y/N's eyes immediately found Sunghoon, his eyes still red from crying. Without a second thought, she stepped forward, opening her arms. Sunghoon met her halfway, burying his face in her shoulder as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

The other members, witnessing the tender moment, gathered around, forming a tight circle. Their presence was a comforting weight, a silent vow of solidarity and support.

"Hey, it's going to be alright," Y/N whispered, her hands gently stroking Sunghoon's back.

"I know, I just... It all hit me at once, you know?" Sunghoon managed between sobs, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

The boys chimed in, their tones light and teasing, aiming to lift the heavy atmosphere.

"Sunghoon crying? This is one for the history books," Heeseung joked, earning a watery chuckle from Sunghoon.

"Yeah, but only because he's loved so much," Ni-ki added, his voice soft and sincere.

"Exactly," Y/N said, pulling back slightly to look Sunghoon in the eyes. "You're loved, by your fans, by your members, and by me. Never forget that."

Sunghoon nodded, a small smile breaking through his tears. "I won't. Thanks to all of you."

The moment was a testament to the bond shared not only between Sunghoon and Y/N but among all the members of ENHYPEN. It was a reminder of the strength found in vulnerability and the power of unity in the face of emotional challenges.

As they all shared a group hug, the weight of the night began to lift, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and love. They had each other, and with that, they could face anything.

"Let's head out, guys," Sunghoon said, his voice stronger now. "I'm starving, and I think we all deserve a massive dinner."

Laughter and agreement filled the air as they broke apart, the mood significantly lighter. As they walked together, Y/N beside Sunghoon, her hand in his, she knew that moments like these were what made all the challenges worthwhile. They were a family, bound by music, love, and a shared journey that was only just beginning.

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rekaning · 10 months

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The Housekeeper | Part 2 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic) Summary: Elijah and you have a moment of connection.

Previously: Part 1

"Do let me know if you grow tired of spending time with my hum-drum of a brother, darling. I could certainly use your services in my own home." Kol smirked slyly as he kissed the back of your hand.

You could hear said "hum-drum" scoff behind you as you playfully rolled your eyes and patted the younger Mikaelson's cheek, "I don't think that will be any time soon, Kol. But thank you for the offer."

Finn patted your shoulder, grabbing your attention as he brought you into a side hug, "Honestly, you're dodging a bullet. Kol's quite the neglectful caretaker, you'd be cleaning that place for a full year and not be halfway done."

You chuckled heartily as Kol let out an indignant cry. Finn stepped away, going over to Elijah to say his good-bye's while Freya embraced you. "I'll text you pictures of the site and any more items we dig up. It was so good to talk shop with someone who isn't Kol or Finn."

You giggled and hugged her back tightly, "My ear is always open if they ever drive you up the wall."

While you said your farewells to Freya, Finn stepped away from Elijah, he glanced back at you before turning knowingly to his little brother, "We all approve, you know?"

Elijah, having seen him look back at you, blinked in surprise before sighing, throwing you a quick glance to make sure you weren't paying their conversation any mind, and cut back to his brother, "Was I that forthcoming with my interest?"

Finn chuckled softly, "Rebekah took notice first and went about hinting to us that you were pining."

Elijah looked affronted, "Of course she did, and I do not pine."

Finn smiled sympathetically, patting his shoulder in a show of comfort, "You do, brother."

His little brother huffed and looked away, unknowingly trailing his eyes to you, still talking with Freya and Kol, who'd stepped into the conversation.

Elijah cleared his throat and focused back on Finn, his eyes slightly wary, "Do you all truly approve?"

The elder Mikaelson brother grinned, "We really do, Elijah. Even Henrik. And before you ask," he mentioned quickly when he saw Elijah open his mouth to question, "Nik was the one to blab."

Elijah shook his head, a look of affection crossing his face at the mention of his youngest brother.

Finn took another look back and saw that your conversation with Freya and Kol was coming to an end. He turned to Elijah one last time, another hearty pat to his younger brothers shoulder, his eyes warm as he said softly, "You deserve happiness too, Elijah. We all think so. She's not like them."

A familiar sinking feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. Elijah sighed, "You can say their names, Finn. I will not shatter like some fragile, porcelain doll."

"I know," Finn acknowledged softly.

"Finn, come along, you bore!" Kol called obnoxiously from the car.

With a roll of his eyes, Finn stepped away from his little brother and as he passed you, he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. He quickly leaned down and whispered, "Take care of him, will you?"

You looked up and smiled brightly at the eldest brother's request, "For as long as he needs me."

Finn's smile widened, heading to the car without another word.

You heard Elijah step forward behind you, both watching the car drive away. Once the car was out of sight, you turned around, seeing Elijah's eyes already on you, a small, somewhat forlorn smile on his face, "Not many people can get into Kol's good graces. Especially in such a short amount of time."

You two began to make your way back inside the estate. You chuckled sheepishly at the subtle compliment, "I've dealt with Kol's type before. Mainly with middle children, they feel the most isolated of their siblings. It's usually because they feel the most deeply, at least I think so. And they try to hide it behind jokes and aloofness. But my mother would always say, 'You see a lot more when you're in our position'."

Elijah opened the door for you with a questioning look, "Our position?"

You inclined your head in gratitude of his gesture and hummed at his question, "Mmhm. Those in the service industry. We see a lot of things that people don't intend to show, but nobody really notices us. We're seen, but we're not seen, y'know?"

Understanding came over him, "I see. A valuable skill she passed to you, it seems."

You beamed at the compliment and Elijah's heart leaped at the joy displayed so plainly on your face.

"Was she the one to inspire you into pursuing this career?" He asked, moving over to seat himself at the plush couch in the living area.

You hesitated for a moment, never expecting to talk so personally with him but moved to take a seat at the other end of the couch, "She was, yes. She'd take me with her to work on days I didn't have school. She would bring coloring books and toys from home to keep me occupied but I always liked to watch her work."

Elijah smiled warmly at the thought of a child version of you sitting at a table of a stranger's home and being fascinated by your mother's work ethic.

"She was always so dedicated, it didn't matter who's house it was. I wanted to be like her. She dedicated her life to bringing others happiness by being of service to them. When I did my first meaningful act of service, it was such an unforgettable experience. It was..."

You tried to find the word before Elijah finished for you, "Euphoric."

You blinked in surprise, your eyes on him, as if you were seeing him for the first time. Breathlessly, you nodded, "Yes, exactly."

Elijah smiled wryly, "I am no stranger to that feeling. I have spent nearly my whole life in the service of my family. For their safety, comfort, and well-being, there is nothing I wouldn't do for them."

Your eyes shined with new-found respect for your employer.

"You've had to give up a lot, haven't you," you whispered, almost afraid to voice out the statement.

His eyes softened as they trailed to a point behind you, melancholy apparent on his face, "A few things, yes."

You ached to wipe away that look on his face. You stared down at your lap, hands gripping each other so that you didn't impulsively reach out and touch him. You looked over to where his gaze had moved to and it hit you.

Turning back to him, you bobbed your head toward the object in the other room, "Do you still play at all?"

He sighed, "Not at all. Too busy."

You grinned and stood from the couch and with courage you didn't know you possessed, you grabbed hold of the well dressed Mikaelson's sleeve, pulling him up from his seat and dragged him over to the grand piano in the drawing room.

"Well, you seem to have some free time right now, so," you pulled out the piano bench and gestured for him to sit.

He chuckled at your firmness, but seated himself in front of the instrument. You sat down beside him, hands in your lap and your knees grazing each other. Elijah perhaps should have fought a little more, he had a meeting in 15 minutes, but the eagerness on your face had him rooted to his seat.

"You are oddly persuasive. Very well, any requests?" He lifted the fallboard and placed his hands over the keys, ready for whatever piece you might voice.

You thought for a moment before settling on the piece, a favorite of your mother's.

Elijah nodded, inhaled, and played.

The piece began slowly, his fingers tenderly pressing down on the keys, the sound sweet and soft before it built up, louder and louder, with more emotion. His fingers were gliding across the keys, hands moving higher on the board, then scaling down toward the lower notes. His fingers moved so pointedly, so rapidly, it looked like he was simply tickling the keys.

The music swelled and you closed your eyes, feeling yourself moved with the melody. And all you could think about was your mother. Your moments with her, moments that weren't significant by any means, just times when you and her would go out to the park and walk around, the moments you would help her cook in the kitchen, the time you helped her set up a few light bulbs around her home, the times when you two just sat at her couch and watched a movie together or read in the living room.

And soon enough, you opened your eyes, the last of the notes fading away. Elijah looked over at you and he felt his chest tighten. Your eyes were swimming with emotion, tears threatening to spill over. But your smile was as radiant as moonlight. Your eyes stared up at him, overflowing with an emotion he couldn't place.

"Thank you," came your chocked whisper.

His hand lifted without a second thought, and wiped a finger across your cheek where a tear had broken free and raced down your face.

He looked at you in a way you couldn't fathom at the moment, an emotion you couldn't—or perhaps, wouldn't—name.

Your entranced gaze was cut short at the sound of a blaring tone coming from within his jacket pocket.

The both of you blinked and moved away. When had you even scooted closer to him?

He reached into his jacket and extracted his phone, noting the time—6 minutes late for his meeting—and stood, an apologetic look thrown your way. You smiled back and shook your head, a clear sign saying, 'don't worry'.

He walked away in the direction of his office as he answered the call.

Your body deflated dramatically the moment he was out of sight.

Did that just happen? What exactly happened?

You placed a hand over your racing heart before shaking your head and rising from the bench. You carefully closed the fallboard and pushed the bench so that it was under the piano.

Brushing off non-existent dirt from your clothes, you pushed the incident away from your mind, for now.

You had bed sheets that needed changing.

Author's note: A shorter part but its the spark needed to jump-start this whole thing into gear!

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Part 3

All the Mikaelson siblings already shipping you and Elijah together lmao

Also the piano piece I listened to was the main theme from Interstellar, particularly this arrangement.

#elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #freya mikaelson #finn mikaelson #kol mikaelson #alternate universe #human au #the originals x reader

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rassvetsky · 2 years

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Safe With Me

bucky barnes x reader

"Bucky didn't know how to deal with his own demons sometimes, but he was determined to keep you safe from yours."

[3k] | melancholic themes, a bit of angst but quite fluffy by the end, lashing out, a light-hearted argument, depressed reader, concerned bucky, hurt-comfort, platonic idiots, happy ending. beware that this was written right after a mental breakdown and it shows, lol

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Despite not looking like it, Bucky was far more attentive than one would give him credit for. It's just that everyone around him seemed like they had their shit together- pretty much unlike him, a guy dealing with a continent's worth of trauma and guilt, and within the boundary of the sorrow that comes along with it; he wasn't the one to show his friendlier sides often.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that he didn't care- he did, he cared about everyone's well-being. But he didn't feel like he was strong enough at that moment to actually reach out to anybody if they were to need his help, in personal matters rather than business.

He was doing better though. Steve helped out a lot about that, even though it'd never feel like the way it did in the late 30's, he was still Bucky's guy and they'd be there until the end of the line, no matter what it took. Through Steve, Bucky was able to open up a bit to Sam too, the trio forming a wonderful brotherhood through their shared trauma and tendency to look out for others.

You came around then.

Always so cheery, cracking a joke to anybody who seemed to be on the edge between happiness and something worse- doing your best to keep them at bay. Keep their minds at the moment instead, even if it meant making a complete fool of yourself at times with incredibly shitty jokes that you just came up with on the spot, or a hug, mostly always initiated by you.

Bucky was astonished to see that such people would exist.

People that are naturally just happy, born a goofball, always aiming to make others happy in their own way. Whether it's with a thoughtfully baked batch of cookies for a group returning from a mission, or a Netflix & 'you can cry for as long as you need, i'm here' session; you seemed to always be there. Always be a warm shoulder for anybody to lay their heads on when things got tough.

That's what made you happy.

But would it be enough for a person? Not necessarily. Bucky knew that very well, knew how sometimes, things you did to stay happy would decline in effect, leaving you hopeless as you tirelessly looked for another way to keep your emotions the way they used to be. If you stopped looking, then that's when things would get miserable.

He started noticing it a few weeks before your initial breakdown.

Usually, your smile would linger on your lips after a joke or a thoughtful comment; but it seemed to fall as soon as the words left your lips and the attention was switched to something else. You wouldn't frown, no, but to see such a blank expression on your face that often, honestly worried him.

He didn't think much of it until the day where the Avengers were having some sort of a movie night, where they'd pause the movie every two seconds to fight over something pointless- you were laughing along with everybody. You seemed happy, just content to be there with everyone, their laughs on your mind and your gaze on their smiles.

You got up to get a refill on your beer after a while, the rest of the group deep in a debate about something Bucky couldn't exactly catch up with. He excused himself a couple of minutes after you left, deciding to join you in the kitchen before he could grab some water and go back up to his room.

He found you awfully quiet, hands gripping the sides of the counter as you leaned against it, eyes closed, chest heaving. You seemed pained with the way your brows were knitted, too deep in the ocean of your thoughts to notice that Bucky came after you, and that he was staring right at you. "Are you okay?"

You snapped out of it with a slight flinch, nodding far too fast for his liking. Sniffling a bit and patting the underside of your eyes with the back of your palm, you hummed, offering him a kind smile before taking a step back from the counter. "Sorry. Zoned out."

"Yeah, I could see that." he hummed, the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips as he just kept staring at you, almost as if he wanted you to go on, as if he wanted you to explain why. You didn't, though. You didn't know if you could.

"Um- did you need something?"

"No, not really. I was just here to get some water and, seeing you like that, I just- Everything okay?" his tone was softer than you got used to hearing from him.

"Everything's fine, Bucky. No worries." you replied, walking towards the refrigerator to pull out the water jug. "I think I'm gonna go up to my room for the night. Kinda tired."

"You could join me," he offered right away, cringing a bit when he realized how quickly he said it- as if he came there to say that, to start with. "I mean, I'm probably going to fall asleep to NatGeo but we could talk about lions and stuff before I did."

You chuckled at that, and he internally high-fived himself for the success.

"Would love to. Not tonight, though. I really wanna fall asleep and not to NatGeo, unfortunately."

He nodded, understanding. "Sure. Just pop by if you change your mind."

You nodded slowly before pouring two glasses of water, leaving one for him behind. "Will do, Sarge."

He couldn't help the dread he felt in his chest as he watched you walk away from the kitchen, towards the stairs.

The compound was awfully quiet.

Most were gone on missions, leaving the lucky few behind to enjoy the serenity of having the whole place to themselves. Within the earlier hours of the morning, Wanda took it upon herself to wake the remaining heroes up for a well-deserved breakfast, knowing well that none of them would get mad at her- her cooking was impeccable. Rhodey opted to steal one of the grilled cheese plates and go back to his room, leaving Bucky alone with Wanda as they ate in silence.

They were both surprised to hear the soft patter of your feet against the floor, quite later than they expected you to show up. You weren't the one to be late, not even to casual events.

And they were even more surprised when your usual good morning wish was reduced to a reply of a hum when Wanda said it.

Bucky didn't manage to get a good look at you, feeling a bit too awkward to do so for some reason, but the look in Wanda's eyes as she stared at you caused the same feeling of dread to slowly creep its way back. "Slept well, Y/N?"

You raised your gaze to look at Wanda and offer her a warm smile after her question, shrugging a bit. "Eh, usual. Nothing special with my sleep nowadays." you muttered, finally causing Bucky to look at you.

Your eyes were a bit puffy, and rather red.

Luckily for you, Wanda didn't push it much. She just reached down to place a soft kiss on your cheek when she was done eating, before leaving the kitchen area. You ate quietly, chuckling to yourself at Bucky's slight bed hair before reaching in to fix it a little bit. "Somebody slept well, anyway."

"You know you can talk to me, right?" he spoke right afterwards, catching you a bit off-guard.

"There isn't much to talk about, Bucky," you huffed out a snicker, shrugging a little bit. "But yeah, I know. I appreciate that- and of course, it goes both ways."

"Yeah, I know that."

You seemed to do better by the evening. Vision returned earlier as he was done, stealing Wanda from you a bit- you didn't complain though, as you figured now would be a great time to pick up some work. Burying yourself in your research, you didn't leave Steve's office -which he only let you use, because unlike his wonderful friends, you didn't draw dick figures on his notes- until it was a bit past midnight, a deep yawn cutting you off from work. You grabbed your now-empty mug of coffee and left it by the counter island, making a turn for the stairs before you ran into Bucky- again.

"Oh, hi," you gave him a firm pat on the arm. "Sorry, didn't see you there."

"Have you been working all day?"

"Yeah, figured I should use my pastime effectively," you chuckled to yourself a bit, knowing very well that you wouldn't keep up with this newfound habit.

"Well, in that case, my NatGeo offer still stands for whenever you want to take it." he smiled, before waving you off with a slight chuckle. "At least pretend like you're considering it!"

"I am, I swear!" you laughed along, tilting your head a bit to the side. "Just need to be alone."

Bucky knew the feeling. With a short nod, he took a step forward towards the side, letting you pass through him. "Have a good night in that case."

"Thanks, Bucky." you smiled gratefully, slowly stepping your way up the stairs. "You too."

"Y'all noticed anything weird about Y/N?" Sam broke the silence of the room, causing Steve and Bucky to look up at him from where they were seated playing some game that you taught them. Bucky let out a sigh, deciding to leave no comments as Steve slightly knitted his brows, urging Sam to explain. "She's like, barely around anymore."

"I invited her to play with us and she just said no immediately, said she was off to some pub." Steve added, sighing deeply with the controller tucked tight in his palm. "She didn't like to go alone back then."

Bucky, finally getting back on his feet with a grunt, left the controller by the table and signaled Sam to take his place instead, ignoring their confused eyes. "One way to find out."

Okay, maybe it wasn't that good of an idea to wander around Manhattan in hopes of finding a specific pub that you might've gone to, but he was trying. You didn't pick up the phone; probably had it on silent anyway as he let out a sigh, and finally made his way over to that one Irish pub which you always ended up at.

Pushing the glass door open, Bucky looked around for a moment before noticing your slouched figure near the bar, a big glass of Guinness by your side as you snacked on a nut mix, head leaning against the hand you propped up on the bar with your elbow. Careful as to not startle you, he made his way over to your side, pulling another barstool a bit closer to you before clearing his throat.

You looked up, surprised to find him there as you didn't tell anyone where exactly you'd be. "You didn't pick up my calls."

"Ah, sorry… My phone was on silent."

"I figured." he sighed, leather glove-clad hands signaling for the bartender to bring him a glass of what you were having. "People are noticing, you know."

"Noticing what?" you asked, pushing your small bowl of dried nuts towards him, just in case he'd like to have some. You raised your glass to take a small sip, wiping the white foam of the beer off the top of your lip with your tongue.

"You. The way you push us away," his careful gaze on you made you want to run away right there and then. It felt like he was able to read right through you, and you didn't like that one bit. "Something is clearly wrong and you're not saying anything."

"There's literally nothing to say, Bucky." you shrugged him off, eyes darting between him and the bartender when he thanked the other after his drink arrived. "I don't know why it's so tough to believe, but I'm fine. I'm doing well."

"Are you?" he asked, the bitter taste of the drink lingering on his tongue. "Or is this how you convince yourself?"

You stood quiet at that, just timidly taking a few more sips of your drink, wanting nothing more than to have this conversation be over. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, watching the way your jaw tensed and your demeanor seemed to grow defensive.

"Are you tormented by memories?"

"For fuck's sake," you finally snapped, sighing to yourself before getting up from your seat, fishing for your wallet to take out a twenty and slap it against the table. "Just quit it, would you? If me trying to enjoy some alone time really bothers you, let's go back, Bucky."

The walk back to the compound was awkward. Eerily quiet. You weren't the type to give in to your anger, not with your friends at least, unless something was really wrong. Bucky didn't want to let it go that quickly.

"You've been rejecting me almost every night for weeks, when all I ever wanted was to spend some time with you," Bucky finally managed to say, before you could even make it inside. Standing with your arms crossed on your chest at the compound yard, you glared up at him. "What the fuck is that all about?"

"I'm fucking tired, alright, Sarge? I'm sorry I couldn't get through yet another pity party of ours," you snapped right back, chest heaving with the deep and angry breaths you were taking.

"That's- Is that what you think this is all about?" he asked, voice laced in disbelief. "Christ, Y/N, you've barely been in the moment for weeks now. You don't smile like you used to, you don't laugh- you don't even dare to spend some time with any of us unless it's absolutely necessary." he let out a deep sigh, reaching forward to put his hands on your arms, just to get you out of your defensive state. "So fuck me for being worried about you but I am, I'm concerned to the point where I can't help but think about how you must be feeling almost every moment of the day."

You sighed in defeat, shoulders falling a little as you looked down at the ground. You weren't all that aware that you were concerning him. You wouldn't have dropped the mask that often if you knew. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, just- just tell me why," he pleaded, thumbs rubbing against your clothed biceps as reassuring as he could muster. "Tell me why you've been shutting me out."

"It's not exactly- um," you took in a deep breath, shaking your head. "I just didn't feel comfortable, for some reason."

"Is it because you cry yourself to sleep every night?" he asked straight away, earning nothing more than a dreadful silence from you. "I know. I've noticed. I felt the same way before." Bucky felt as if his heart was shattering right before your eyes, a sigh escaping his lips before he pulled you closer, right into his embrace. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." he whispered, feeling your deep draws of breath- he knew you were fighting back the tears, just to not seem weak in any way before him. "Why didn't you tell me anything?"

"It's just- I'm always expected to be a certain way," you whispered back, not trusting your voice at that moment. "To behave a certain way, to react a certain way- But I'm not happy. I haven't been, for a long time. I feel so empty that it makes me feel guilty because whenever I'm around you all, I feel like a liar and-"

"Hey, hey…" he cut you off, a sympathetic smile on his lips as he pulled you apart a bit, thumb running against your cheek as an attempt to fix the pout on your lips. "That's not the answer to my question."

"It's because I didn't want to bother you with my problems."

"Bother me? Christ, do you realize how much I adore you?" he chuckled in disbelief, his own eyes feeling more damp by each passing second. "Look- I was lucky, okay? I'm lucky because I had someone to reach out to me and pull me through. You just gotta let me be that hand, instead of shutting me out like this."

You nodded slowly, feeling a few drops of tear glide through your cheek- but Bucky wiped them away from you. "If your NatGeo offer still stands, then, um…" you trailed off, chuckling to yourself after a sniffle. "You know what, there's no need to- yeah, I won't- I'll just go up to my room, if that's okay?"

"Y/N," his tone made your name feel like a warning against his lips. "Stay with me for a night or two. Talk to me instead, when you feel like crying. Let's see where that takes us."

"Sure- okay. That's a, uh, good idea." you nodded your head a bit, reaching for yet another hug rather immediately. "Don't tell anyone about this, please."

"Your secrets are safe with me, angel." he hummed against your hair, keeping you as close as he could. "I'll keep them 'till the end of the line."

A night turned to two, two went all the way to a week until Bucky practically started to share his room with you. The two of you would talk for hours before sleeping, and you'd always make sure to guide him back to reality when he was awakened by nightmares. He didn't get them that often anymore, as your presence by his side was comforting enough to make him feel safe. And you?

You didn't feel that burdened anymore.

Shoulders lighter, deep conversations evolved into laughter fits and lighthearted jokes, limbs tangled with one another as you slept. Bucky would press his lips against your shoulder here and there, mumbling about how much it meant for him to have you trust him like this, and cut himself off before going any further about his feelings.

You knew, though. You could feel it in his gaze.

The two of you didn't need any words to tell each other about your love.

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chokesonspit · 4 months

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ITADORI YUUJI X FEM!READER

ᡣ𐭩 tags - teethrotting fluff that may make all your organs explode, reader is insecure, established relationship, some angst maybe??? idrk reader basically talking down on herself, COMFORT!!! itadori is a bit ooc i think?? ᡣ𐭩 word count - 1.03k ᡣ𐭩 author's note - yikes i kinda disappeared, but here's part 2!! @rribbons more itadori fluff if this counts!! im also working on a toge x reader, thank you so much for your kind words <3

ᡣ𐭩 part 1

“...I’m sorry. I keep ruining the mood, thank you for taking me out today. I had a lot of fun.” You smile, trying to hide any hints of your previous distress. Awkwardness hung in the air, causing you to fidget with your fingers. You cursed at yourself for creating this mood, but at the same time it wasn’t like Yuuji to be so quiet.

He suddenly came to a halt, turning to face you. There was an unreadable expression that made up his face, as he furrowed his brows, catching you by surprise. “Why do you always say that?”

You didn’t know how to respond, as you studied his face, trying to figure out what he was talking about. It scared you, how serious he was. Never in your entire relationship has he looked at you this way.

“You’re always talking down on yourself, I’ve noticed it before too, but it’s just gotten worse over the months,” his voice is slightly breaking, looking at you with such desperation. “...and I feel so helpless and I don’t know how to stop you from feeling this way and-” he continues to ramble, a shine now evident in his eyes, an indication of the tears that were forming.

You immediately felt your heart throb. This man was too good for you. You felt like bursting into tears as well, the sincerity laced in his words touching the depths of your heart. It was as though you were finally seen, everything you had tried to hide, tried to keep to yourself was now handled gently and with utmost care. Your eyes started to tingle, tears threatening to fall out. The lump in your throat made it hard to speak, as your voice croaked.

“Let’s not talk here,” you manage to say, despite the strong splashes of emotions that were overflowing you at that moment. He nodded, a soft smile smoothening the creases of frustration as he slightly relaxed himself. He moved the pastry bag from one hand to another, bringing you close to him as he wrapped his free hand around your waist. The pregnant silence has returned, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. The cool evening air lingered, sounds of the matched footsteps echoed in the lonely streets.

You pulled him into a tight embrace, one that spoke more than any words you would’ve been able utter at that moment. Silent tears slowly made its way down your face, dampening his shirt. His arms travelled up your back, trying to be as close to you as physically possible.

“You’re too good for me. What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” Your voice was raspy, muffled by the hug, but it held raw emotions.

The soft warm lights that radiated off of the bedside lamps bounced off of both of your figures, as you gently let go, settling to rest your head on his shoulders. He wiped the tears off of your face, as you quietly sniffled. It felt like a weight was lifted off of you, the relief of being able to cry and sob out like that nourished and washed out the tightness in your chest.

“I’m sorry for never telling you about how I felt… I never wanted to burden you with any of my problems.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, so your eyes were fixated on the blanket that Yuuji had wrapped you around.

“Don’t apologize, and don’t ever think you could be a burden on me. I just want to help you. I want to be there for you, and I want you to share all your struggles so I can see you smile more often.” His voice was quiet and subtle, delicate in ways that could not be described.

A pause has followed, as you finally gazed into his loving, warm eyes, ones that would always smile at you with such affection. You took a deep breath in, words finally flowing out of your mouth.

“I’ve never seen myself as anything worthy of you. I’m nothing special. I don’t have any sort of talent, I’m not lively or popular, and I’ve always just… just been on the side. Not that it matters, anyway.” You let out a soft chuckle, laughing a bit at yourself. “I’m not even your type, yet it’s like I’m always on the receiving end of your affection. I wish I could stop being so pathetic, to become someone worthy of your love.” You lightly dug your nails into your arms, a subtle form of self loathe.

He held you closer, bringing in a comforting warmth. “You just don’t see how amazing and naturally charming you are. You keep belittling yourself. You’re not realizing all of those parts of you that I see, that everyone else does. ” He slightly winces, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love the way you’re always so considerate of others, observing and making sure people are comfortable with you. I love how passionate you are about your hobbies, how you don’t give up on perfecting your skills. I love how you’re always there for people even if you don’t know them very well, yet you don’t let others take advantage of you. I love how you are kind instead of simply being polite and saying things you don’t mean. I love how despite your occasional awkwardness, you’ll talk to people that seem lonely.” He went on, sincerity spoke through his tender touch.

Your eyes gaze over his, the corners of them stinging with the heartfelt tears that were about to come out once again.

He nudged you gently to lay down on your back, as he stayed on top of you, your legs in between his. He then cupped your face, placing soft, lasting kisses all over it. He knew that you were also self conscious about your body, something you’ve never dared say to anyone out loud.

“You’re so, so beautiful.” He let out a shaky breath, intertwining his fingers with yours, an electrifying touch. “And who said you weren’t my type? That was before I met you. Everything you are right now, your body and soul, is all I ever want.”

thank you 4 reading!! coping after reading some rlly bad angst hell yeah

#yuuji fluff #yuuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #itadori #nearly cried tbh they're so precious #might just kilometers per second myself if someone i know finds my acc

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just-callmeanna · 1 year

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Safe Space- Chris Evansxfemlistener Fic

Safe Space- Chris EvansxfemReader Fic/Fluff-comfort

Summary: you had an awful day but Chris is always there to keep you safe and warm.

It had been a long day, you had a lot to do, little time, stress and anxiety, which didn't help much to say the least. Specifically today was one of those days when you felt like you were too overwhelmed by your own thoughts and felt down without knowing why; as if your emotional stability was an unpredictable and violent roller coaster. When you finally got home and let go of all the weight you were carrying, you headed to the kitchen to find Chris preparing some dinner while dancing to the rhythm of “uptown girl”. You saw him standing there and couldn't help but run up to him and hug him from behind, hooking your hands over his chest.

“Hey, hi my love, how are you, how was your day...?”-He asked while paying attention to the mix of vegetables he was chopping, pretty much focused on what he was doing, as you tried to find a coherent answer a lump formed in your throat and in spite of parting your lips to pronounce any word, nothing came out and at the moment he noticed you didn´t answered he turned in your direction, pretty much worried by now... -”hey...Are you ok honey?” - he pronounced with his gentle and kind tone. Again, you tried to part your lips to answer, but in a matter of seconds your voice broke completely and suddenly started to cry, feeling the urge to sink in his embrace, sticking your cheek to his back so he wouldn't see you sob- “Hey, hey, what happened honey, don't you feel good?” -. Suddenly he grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you against his chest knowing that you needed to get everything off your chest first so the both of you could talk more calmed. He held you securely in his arms as he gently caressed the skin of your face with his fingertips and brushed the tears from your eyes and made you feel better. - “Shh, everything is okay sweetheart, breathe”. A few more minutes passed like that until your breathing finally regulated a little.

- Well, now that you are that you can breathe properly, tell me, you´re okay now or maybe you need to sit down and talk about what happened, maybe a couple of cuddles or better have dinner and talk about it later... just tell me how you need my support now love? - he pronounced as he gently brushed a lock of hair away from your face and gently nudged your cheek with his nose in a playful way that only he knows you pretty much love. -Could you hold me... please- you uttered softly with some regret. Immediately and without another word he pulled you aside for a moment, turned off the stove and immediately carried you in his arms as if you just weighed as much as a bunch of grapes and took the both of you to the bedroom you shared finally,. He putted you very gently under the blankets and then layed down beside you and pulled you closer to his chest if it was humanly possible. .

-I love you..." with his fingers under your chin he pushed lightly to make you lift your gaze to meet his. -You are my special girl, my princess, the woman of my dreams, the owner of my breath and my every thought. You are the one who gives meaning to my life... and I hope I can be the one who makes you feel safe and loved you as much as you deserve- He left a couple of kisses on my nose and cheeks interrupting the path of my tears. - My priority is to make you feel loved, desired, protected, listened to, reassured.

you snuggle more into his chest if it is still possible; in his arms you felt so small, but at the same time safe. With more security I separate yourself a little from the space between his chest and make a light traverse pressing small kisses from his neck to his lips -You are all I need, you´re my home-.

Closing your eyes again you snuggled back into his arms releasing in a sigh the weight you felt on your chest. you felt him shift a little and let go of the blanket covering me up to your neck. -I'm going to bring dinner and after we eat we can watch any movie you want. - And after a short kiss on the forehead he left the room. This man is definitely the best thing in your life.

When he came back, he left a small table with a hot plate of pasta and a small glass of wine. You two ate dinner in silence, placidly while "Dirty Dancing" was playing on the TV. the both of you finished eating and layed down together with the intention of finishing the movie, but who were you kidding; both fell asleep too soon to even see the end, but to be honest, it's impossible to beat sleep in those conditions: being in the arms of the one you love, the warmth of the blankets, a full stomach and the feeling that you were perfectly alright in his embrace.

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Hi sweets ;),I hope you´re having a great weak and I really hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote too. Again I´m opened to comissions or ideas you have. Love you all. xoxo

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trueshellz · 2 years

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Haikyuu Boys: Pregnancy Annoucement Angst

Warnings: reader crying, kuroo shouting, things thrown, mentions of leaving, iwaizumi accuses you of cheating, crying, hugging, angst but happy ending, female reader

Summary: Part 2 to this but with Kuroo and Iwaizumi

Scenario

You had found out you were pregnant a few days ago, with your long term boyfriend often out the country you were struggling with how to tell him and when to tell him. He was home for a while and thought you would broach the subject and see his reaction. You had went out and bought a cute gift bag with some baby trainers in there similar to the ones he always wore and hidden it under your clothes to surprise him with.

Kuroo

"Tetsu... you want kids someday right?"

Kuroo shrugged, his expression nonchalant as he moved around the kitchen. You were making breakfast together, thankfully your stomach wasn't so bad this morning, and you thought this would be a good time. You smiled when he leaned down to kiss you, putting some toast on a plate, but a small gnawing of worry formed in your stomach when he started frowning.

"If I'm honest, not right now. I'm so busy with work and everything, especially the recent promotion, an ankle biter would just make things difficult for me."

For him?

Him?

What about you?

"Yeah but, it'd be nice? You'd be home more and-"

"You want me home more? I didn't know that. We don't need a kid for that though, kitten."

"No, but-"

"And anyway, it'll be too much work, life is stressful enough anyway I don't want a kid too."

Suddenly your appetite had gone, you stared down at your plate and frowned. How had this gone so, so wrong? Gritting your teeth, you forced a smile on your face as you looked at his back, hand rubbing your lower stomach as you vowed to keep your baby safe. You hoped once you told him, he would have a change of heart... he loved you right?

"Tetsu, what if-"

A long pause, his hands frozen as he turned to face you with another frown. His eyes darting between your face and stomach, pan still in his hand from making breakfast.

"I just said, I don't want a kid. Why do you keep asking?"

Now you were pissed, nodding along with his rant again about his job and stress you rose up and grabbed a hoodie to pull on over your t-shirt and leggings. The small bag you had prepared behind the sofa, the same one you picked up and hurled at his chest. Watching in anguish as it landed on the floor with a thud, one shoe popping out and rolling to his foot.

"We don't need you anyway. I'll look after my baby myself."

Kuroo stopped, his eyes meeting yours as he let the words sink in and felt the small trainer land next to his barefoot. Bending down he picked up the bag, peering inside to see a small card and a picture of a positive pregnancy test. He felt his heart stop, a lump in his throat as he looked up at you and started to make his way to hug you. Stopping short when you held your hand up, shaking your head at him while tears ran down your face.

I did that.

"I- kitten? I-"

"Don't worry, I'll be out your hair soon. I'm going back to my parents house. You don't need to concern yourself with me, Tetsuro."

He winced at the use of his full name, something you hadn't called him in years. The small trainer still in his hand, so small compared to his own frame. He imagined how tiny the baby must be now, gaze landing on you as he tried to remember if your body had changed. Taking a deep breath, he moved forward and held your wrist this time and used the tug you forward until you landed on his chest. He was well prepared for you to hit him, not that it hurt at all, he could see your shoulders shaking as you cried and landed blows on his bare chest. His arms wrapping around you even though you resisted and tugged you forward until your tears met his warm skin, chin leaning in your head as he rocked you side to side.

"I hate you."

"I know, kitten."

"You don't want this."

"I was shocked and yeah, I was speaking earlier about my job and shit. But when you told me, I don't know. I imagined you all pregnant, then a little girl who looks like you. And then the thought of losing you. Baby, I'm upset that I made you cry and I hate that youre hurting because of me. I didnt mean to hurt you, I swear. Please believe me."

Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi spent so much of his time travelling, between his time with the team abroad and his own training and qualifications it was often a whirlwind when he came home. You had been toying with the idea of telling him so many times, but each time he came home he was exhausted and barely able to keep his eyes open long enough. On the days he was recovered, he would often just want to take you out and spend time with you and the last thing hou wanted was to spring this on him at a dinner date.

The one evening he was sat on the sofa, laptop perched on his thighs as he completed his pre-travel paperwork while you made dinner. Your eyes casting back and looking at the place you had stored the gift bag, between the sofas on the floor near him. Every so often, you would glance up and catch his eye causing him to smile at you, about an hour passed and while dinner cooked you decided to try and have a chat with him.

"Haji... can I ask you something?"

"Sure, doll."

"If I got pregnant-"

A hand gripping your arm made you jump, eyes meeting his worried ones. "You're pregnant? I thought you were on birth control-"

"Listen, I-"

"I don't understand how you thought this was ok. I mean, I got my job and I'm always travelling. The last thing I want is a kid."

"But, Haji if you just-"

"Wait. Is it even mine? I've been away so much, doll. You been getting lonely without me?"

What?

Standing back up, you pressed your hands to your eyes as he rambled on behind you about fidelity and how you should have been taking your tablets. You could feel your lunch from earlier sitting in your stomach, a hollow feeling ever growing the more he spoke. Reaching down to pick up the bag, you thrust it in his chest and pushed it against him. His eyes widening when he saw the watery tracks running down your face, hand reaching out for you only for it to be slapped away.

"Don't. Touch me."

"Doll, I-"

"No, Hajime."

Turning away you wrenched your arm when he tried to hold it, the bag still clutched in his hand when he stood in front of you. Your vision was obstructed with tears, birk g tour lip to stop the sobs escaping as you covered your mouth.

"Baby, I didn't mean-"

"But you did!" You didn't mean to shout the last bit, hands wiping your face as you shook your head in dismay. "How dare you! How dare you stand there and accuse me of sleeping around. You go around gallivanting in different countries, how can I believe that you don't have a girlfriend in each place? Hmm? You think that little of me? Of our relationship? I love you, Hajime." A huff as you laughed, the sound empty and humourless. "Well, I did anyway."

Turning away again you stopped when his arms wrapped around you from behind, his head dropped on your shoulder as you felt his body shake. Your own tears starting up again when he sucked in a breath, a sniffle as he gathered himself.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it and it was a dumbass thing to say. I swear on my life that I will make it up to you." His arms tightening around you as he whispered your name. "Please. Please don't leave me. I love you so much."

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gloriousbouquetlove · 4 months

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Far Cry Cradle

After the events of the war started by Lucis Kingdom, only those humans who helped defeat the silver owls were allowed to stay in the Briar Kingdom.

But after 400 years a peace treaty has finally been signed between the Briar Kingdom and the neighboring countries. A truly important moment that marked fairies and humans alike.

And it was a really stressful time for the Draconia family, especially for Levan, the kingdom's current king and minister of peace. The poor man was locked in his office for several weeks signing papers and sending letters to all the neighboring kingdoms. His wife and son had to forcibly drag him out to take a break.

It was also difficult for Lilia, after all she was the right hand of Queen Meleanor Draconia, and had to be by her side at all times. And he had to endure his queen's outbursts of anger when a neighboring kingdom imposed somewhat inopportune conditions.

But finally everyone could take a well-deserved rest.

Lilia went to her home, a small cabin far from the capital, which she built with her partner several years ago. He already wanted to arrive, to finally be able to lie down in his bed and fall asleep embraced with his beloved wife and his dear...

“¡BUA, BUA!”

That cry could be heard outside the cabin, a cry that I knew very well and that I missed a lot, with the whole treaty thing. Lilia hardly had time to spend with her family. But now he's going to fix that.

Without wasting any more time, the fairy flew to the window of the room he shared with his beloved and was able to see his wife and his little son.

Leia stood next to the crib, worryingly rocking the baby back and forth.

"What's wrong Silver, are you hungry?... No, maybe it's your diaper?... Also, did you lose your blanket?... No, here it is, my sweet Silver, what do you need?"

“Maybe a lullaby would help.”

Both the woman and the baby were surprised to hear that familiar voice.

“Lilia, you came back”

“Hello my love, I see that you have some problems putting our little one to sleep.”

“Yes, it's been like this these days and I don't know why…”

“Baba…Baba”

The little boy stretched out his little hands towards his father while a cute little smile formed on his face.

“Oh how cute, apparently he's very happy to see you.”

“Khee hee, I see it”

Lilia approached Leia and extended her arms, she understood what she wanted, and carefully placed Silver in her father's arms.

The baby was very happy, babbling incoherent words while playing with his father's long hair.

But it was already too late, so without further ado the fairy began to sing:

A warm cradle

Starlight and joy

My eyes are watching over you still,

let’s be together

With no fear,

even if we wake from this dream

Sleep, sleep,

my beloved child

In dreams,

I pray you would be guided

to walk toward the light

When the song came to an end, the little one was already asleep, being careful not to wake the baby, Lilia placed him in his crib.

A warmth filled the fairy's heart when she saw how her son slept, he looked so cute and fragile, but every day the little boy grew more and he knew that in the future he would become someone strong and independent who would protect his loved ones.

The feeling of being hugged from behind took him out of his thoughts, his beloved rested her head on his shoulder and also watched as his baby slept.

“He really missed you.”

“I missed him too, I missed them both.”

The fairy turned around and looked the human in the eyes.

“I love you beast”

No matter how many times she heard those words, they always made her heart jump for joy.

“I love you too Lilia”

Without saying another word, Leia sealed her lips with Lilia's, and they melted into the kiss.

Lilia was finally home.

(I'm sorry if you don't understand, English is not my first language).

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phoenixkaptain · 10 months

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On Ao3 as well

It had been a long, long time since she’d seen Marth.

Tiki had grown. She had made new friends and joined forces with new allies. She became a powerful manakete. She was viewed as the voice of a goddess.

And none of that mattered. The moment she saw him again, standing beside the Summoner with his perfect posture and poise, she felt like a child all over again.

He looked the same as he did in her memories. Young, with delicate features and a smile that could warm up the whole kingdom of Nifl. He looked like a pushover, like someone who would let themself be walked all over, but there was strength in his form and a strategic glint in his eyes. Tiki had never been so happy to see a human in her entire life.

“Mar-Mar!” Tiki called.

Immediately, he responded. He turned around, his smile widening at the familiar moniker, then looked honestly taken aback when a full grown woman tackled him in an embrace, lifting him off his feet with the force of her excitement to see him again.

She set him back on the floor, but she didn’t release him. She kept her arms tightly wrapped around him. Her face was buried in the cloth of his cape that draped over his shoulder. It had been years, but Tiki knew that Marth wouldn’t want to see her cry the first time they met again.

“Tiki?” Marth asked, voice a touch uncertain.

“Mar-Mar,” she sniffled.

His arms wrapped around her in return. Tiki felt like the world was finally right again. For so long, there was a light missing, and finally it was back. Marth was here with her. She never wanted to let him go.

“My goodness, you’ve grown,” Marth commented, and his tone was fond and proud.

“It’s been a long time,” she said, muffled, into his shoulder. “A long, long time. How I’ve missed you.”

“Oh, Tiki,” he sighed, his tone just as fond and warm as it had always been.

She pulled away suddenly, narrowing her eyes. Marth blinked, confused.

“You aren’t just Xane, right?” Tiki questioned. “If this is another prank, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.”

“No,” the Summoner cut in. “This really is Prince Marth, Tiki.”

“Thank the heavens,” Tiki said, and immediately hugged him again.

“Has Xane been pretending to be me?” Marth suggested, and his tone was curious instead of accusing because he was far too nice.

“No, he doesn’t dare,” Tiki replied.

Xane had thought about it, once in the time since he’d come to Askr, but he felt so down about the idea of just seeing Marth again, even if only in a reflection, that he never tried.

“I am pleased to see you, Tiki,” Marth said. “It’s wonderful to see how much you’ve grown. I can scarcely believe you’re the same manakete.”

“You sound like a grandparent,” the Summoner commented.

“Do I?” Marth asked. “I apologize.”

“Don’t,” Summoner sighed. “It makes me feel bad.”

“Upsetting Mar-Mar is like kicking a puppy,” Tiki mused.

“It is wonderful that you haven’t outgrown your humour,” Marth laughed.

Tiki pulled away again to smile at him, to see him smile in return. He cupped her face in his hands and looked honestly intrigued by her growth. Tiki couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ve met so many people,” she told him.

“Wonderful,” he replied cheerfully.

“I’ve never met anyone else like you,” she said.

“I’m sure you merely slept through their lives,” he offered. “There are many people like me. The Summoner was just telling me about some of them. There’s even someone who took up my name, isn’t there?”

“Lucina,” Tiki agreed, warmly.

She looked at Marth for a long time in silence. Marth allowed it, since he had always allowed her to do whatever she wanted. He didn’t even look uncomfortable being stared at. Marth only ever got flustered by words.

“Lucina really does resemble you,” Tiki said, a little bit awed. “The two of you could be twins.”

“She’s my descendant, isn’t she?” Marth asked. “Wouldn’t it be stranger if she didn’t resemble me to some extent?”

“Prince Chrom doesn’t resemble you as strongly,” the Summoner commented, coming over to stand behind Tiki’s shoulder and stare alongside her. “Nor Princess Lissa or Princess Emmeryn.”

“Is that so? Do they look more like Caeda, perhaps?” he suggested, and looked honestly pleased by the idea.

“I think they’d like to meet you,” Tiki said. “They admire you.

“I’ve not done anything worthy of admiration,” he hummed. “But I should like to meet them too. It isn’t everyday one meets their own kin from thousands of years in the future. Will you introduce us, Tiki?”

Tiki smiled. “It really is so nice to have you back, Mar-Mar,” she sighed, tears still drying in her lashes.

His smile turned fond and understanding. Gently, he wrapped her in a hug again, tilting his head to lean against hers. She latched on immediately, clinging to him again.

“I’ve missed you,” she repeated. “I’m sorry.”

“My dearest friend,” he murmured. “It’s alright. It’s not bad to miss those you care for. I’m sure I missed you in return.”

Tiki sniffled. She dug her fingers into handfuls of the fabric of his cape. Clinging, as she had wanted to do ever since she’d seen him lying in bed, old and withered but still smiling as brightly as the sun shines. He patted her back, his touch still as gentle as ever, as though he still felt like he should be careful not to hurt a literal dragon. Tiki’s shoulders shook.

“I’m here now, Tiki,” he promised. “I’m here.”

She breathed in the light fragrance of sun-warmed cloth, the smell of grass and dirt underneath because Marth could never say no when Cain asked him to spar, something similar to old books because Marth loved looking through them. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, but let her grip relax. He was right. He was here now.

“Next time,” Tiki whispered, her voice cracking. “I’m putting you in my hoard.”

Marth laughed. Tiki snuggled closer, content to sun herself in the warmth of the sound.

He let her hold onto him until she felt content enough to let him go.

#my writing #fe marth #fe tiki #marth and tiki #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #finally the world is at peace #i posted the comfort to balance the sad #finally

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wylan-is-a-baddie · 2 years

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A little oneshot that takes place right after CK

. . .

"Jesper?" a voice called from the dark.

He woke with a start, instinctively grabbing Wylan next to him, before he realized it was Inej's voice. He sat up as slowly as he could, hoping not to wake the sleeping boyfriend at his side.

"Yeah?" he whispered back.

In the middle of the night the bedroom was pitch black and Inej, being silent as always, was impossible to find. That was until the sound of a sob came from the doorway, hushed and restrained.

Jesper pushed himself off the bed, blindly moving towards the wall. Wylan stirred behind him. The second his hand found the door frame no later were arms wrapped around him tightly. As he brought his arms up to Inej in response, she let out another choked sob.

He didn't know what to do. Jesper's way to deal with cryers was always to take the comedic relief route, cheering them up with corny jokes. But something told him Inej didn't need a bad pun, she needed a good cry. God knows she'd earned it after the past few weeks.

The warm light of a lamp filled the room and Wylan popped into his vision, hair a ruffled mess from sleeping. The boy motioned to the their settee and then left through the door.

Jesper had no clue where he was going but didn't bother to ask, instead bringing Inej over to the cushioned couch. The second she sat down it was like the flood gates opened and tears came running down her dimly lit face.

"It's okay, 'Nej," he said, putting an arm around his friend. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She sniffled a few times before forming words.

"I had a nightmare."

Jesper waited for her to go on. She didn't. He hugged her again, and in that moment they seemed to agree that some things were too frightening to ever say out loud. Some horrors you just had to ignore and pray that they would chose to ignore you too.

Wylan reappeared in their room with a steaming mug in his hand.

"Chamomile," he said quietly as he handed the cup to Inej.

She took it with a nod of gratitude and another sniffle, curling up into the side of the settee.

Wylan stared a moment longer, the dim lamp's light reflecting tender sympathy in his eyes. He then turned away and made his way back to bed. Jesper followed suit, finding a blanket to place around Inej's shoulders before sliding under his own.

"Good night. Wake me if you need me again," Jesper whispered, reaching for the light.

"Thanks Jes."

#yes inej is a bamf but also she deserves to cry and be comforted #this is the first soc fanfic i’ve written!#six of crows #soc #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #crooked kingdom #wesper #jesper fahey #ck

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iamyoursinblog · 1 year

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After silence

Pairing: You x Jung Hoseok

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1.3 k

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Some days have passed, but for you they have merged into one. If it wasn't for the calendar on your work phone that kept reminding you of the appointments you canceled every time, you wouldn't even notice the days were changing.

You've never ever felt so terrible in your life. You crawled out of bed heading for the living room when you heard another reminder on your phone. You stopped at the front door when you heard a noise. You moved closer to turn on the monitor, you were surprised to see Hoseok scurrying around in front of your door.

You opened the door by hitting Hoseok on the shoulder because he leaned over at that moment.

"Oh sorry," you said lowly. It made you surprised a second time; you haven't spoken to anyone for so long that you didn't even know that your voice was so hoarse.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you" he said taking a step back. You saw the groceries near your door and looked at him in surprise.

"What is it?" you asked.

“I know that you don’t have food at home because you are never at home. So I decided to bring you something, but you didn't even come out." He shyly held another bag in his hand. “I wrote to you that I left food in front of the door, but you probably didn’t see”

“Phone…” you moaned, leaning your head against the door. "I... my personal phone... I lost it," you said, remembering that it stays left on the floor in Yoongi's studio, become in trash.

"Ow" Hoseok chuckled. “Then that explains a lot.”

"I'm sorry" only now it dawned on you that you were still standing in front of the front door. "Come in," you said, stepping aside, inviting him inside. "I think I've completely lost my manners," you shook your head.

"It's okay" Hoseok smiled.

He walked into the kitchen with the bags and gasped when he opened your refrigerator. He slowly turned towards you, looking at you in disbelief. "______" he called you, drawing your attention. "When was the last time you ate?" he asked looking around your too clean kitchen.

"I..." You stopped. "I... I don't remember." You really couldn't remember the last time you ate. You shook your head, then no wonder why you felt completely powerless.

"______" Hoseok practically moaned your name as he ran his hand across your face. You chuckled at how much he cared about you. Your heart clenched, forming a lump in your throat. You covered your face with your hands when, unexpectedly even for yourself, you burst into tears. "It's okay" Hoseok hugged you tightly, holding you against his chest.

"That's so reckless," you whispered as the emotion on Hoseok' face made you cry. Hoseok stood silently, letting you just cry in his warm embrace. Hoseok's hand stroked your hair soothingly, making your heart ache even more, reminding you of Yoongi who hid you in his arms every time you cried.

You tried to control yourself. You needed to calm down. You didn't mean to turn Hoseok into your personal tear vest. You pulled away from him, wiping away your tears. "I couldn't tell you - don't cry" Hoseok said putting his hands on your shoulders making you meet his gaze. “But at least let me cook something for you. You seem to have lost half of your already low weight,” Hoseok said skeptically.

It made you smile a little. Hoseok has always been the one who has the most to worry about when someone skips a meal. You just nodded in agreement. Hoseok beamed with a wide smile. He quickly took out the groceries from the bags, preparing the right ingredients.

You were mad at yourself because Hoseok's every action reminded you about Yoongi. Too many things remind you about him. You brushed away the tears that rolled down your cheeks again. Stop it, you're mad at yourself. “Sorry,” you said as you watched Hoseok cook the food.

"Why?" he asked while chopping vegetables.

“For that night. For my behavior. For my words"

Hoseok froze at your words. "It's all right," he said, still not moving. “I should be the one who asks for forgiveness for coming to you at all that night.”

"It's not fair to blame you for something you're not guilty of," you said shaking your head. "Thank you for being here," you said. His presence really made you feel a little better about yourself. At least his presence stopped your tears.

"Any time," he said as he turned to face you. "I will always be there to you"

Hoseok returned to the food he was cooking. He talked about how he prepared for his performance, and how much time he spent on it. You were glad that he didn't mention any of the members or anything that happened during that week. But you couldn't help but notice that somewhere inside you wanted to know how Yoongi was. You stopped your thoughts when this desire appeared inside you. You asked so often about how Yoongi used to be that it seemed like it had become a habit.

You stared down at your belly as your stomach grumbled at the smell of food that filled the kitchen. This made you laugh. Hoseok looked at you in surprise, but when your stomach growled again, he laughed too. "I'm glad your stomach is okay," he said with a wide smile. You never expected such a simple thing to make you smile. "Eat more," he smiled as he placed a plate of food in front of you.

“Thank you,” you said, taking the spoon he handed you. You laughed softly. "Tasty" you said. "Really tasty," you shook your head as you ate another spoonful.

“I'm practically offended by such surprise in your voice.” Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not that bad at cooking." He pouted his lips, pretending to be offended. "I'm certainly not Yoongi..." Hoseok stopped abruptly, turning into a pale statue, while his lips pressed into a thin line. The name of Yoongi made you freeze in place with a spoon in the air.

"You cook good," you said quickly, not letting the atmosphere get even more awkward. It will be irreversible to hear Yoongi's name, no matter what, you work in his agency. All your work is connected with him and other members. "Thank you for making me a meal," you smiled at him.

"Oh, yes," he shook his head quickly. "I'm glad you liked it." Hoseok began to check his pockets while you looked at him with interest. He quickly walked into the corridor, returning with his bag in his hands. “Here,” he said as he placed the phone in front of you. “You can use it for now until you buy yourself a new phone.”

"Oh, thank you." You shook your head as you picked up the phone.

"It's brand new," he said when you unlocked the phone. “I wanted to change mine, but I will do it later. I don’t have time for that right now anyway,” he explained.

"I'll try to get it back to you as soon as possible," you said smiling at him.

“You don't have to rush. If you like it, you can just keep it."

"That's too much." You waved your hand, making him laugh.

"Damn," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I have to go to practice,” he said. "If you don't mind, I'll come visit you tomorrow," he said quickly putting the rest of the groceries in your refrigerator.

"Any time," you said as you walked him to the door. "Thanks again for lunch or dinner, even though I might call it breakfast," you chuckled.

"Eat everything on your plate" he ruffled your hair. He acted like an older brother who going to work and leaving his younger sister at home alone.

"I'm not a child" you snorted

"Okay," he mimicked your snort.

Hoseok left the apartment waving at you until the door closed. You froze in the empty hallway as the apartment was filled with silence again. You sighed from the heaviness that you felt left alone again. Hoseok was too bright; you didn't even expect to feel such a contrast from his absence.

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#bts #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok x y/n #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x hoseok #hoseok x yoongi #jung hoseok #min yoongi #bts hosoek #bts jhope #bts hobi #bts suga

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learebeccasmultiverse · 1 year

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Title: I Love You, Always Forever

Pairing: BestFriend!Stephen Strange x OC!Rebecca (Marvel Studios/MCU)

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Rebecca came to the Sanctum to take a break from her annoying colleagues and friends. However what she got there was just another one of her annoying colleagues and friends. But like always, Stephen was handling things a little different and made her feel less under pressure to change some things in her life.

Her love life, to be precise. It's been 2 years since they defeated Thanos for good. Seven years have passed since Loki died. And since that time Rebecca never wanted another relationship. She never recovered from this loss. She was fine with the fact that she probably never fell in love again. But her closest friends, her Avengers, weren't.

And neither was Stephen, her best friend out of all of them. And right now he was yet again trying to change her mind about this.

"You really should start dating again. You cannot sit at home and watch all the couples come and go while mourning what you had. You gotta put yourself out there, find a nice guy and settle down with him!"

Rebecca laughed repellent. If there's one way he certainly wasn't getimg her dating again, then it was telling to do it. Yet he obviously wasn't the only one with the same idea.

"Funny, Clint told me exactly the same three days ago. I really wonder why you're so concerned about my love life!"

Rebecca was running low on patience after being told the same thing over and over again.

"Rebecca, I care about you in every way. You're like a sister to me. I love you and there's nothing in the world that would make me stop being concerned about you. I know that what you and Loki had was something for a lifetime and beyond. Loki-"

"LOKI WAS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, LIKE YOU SAID! He got taken away from me by Thanos! I CAN'T love anyone the same ever again!"

She finally snapped, tears forming in her eyes. She felt bad for yelling at him after he said all those heartwarming words. Overstrained with this situation, she began to cry, making Stephen feel really bad about scratching open those scars she would probably never fully recover from. He walked closer to her and just held her in his warm arms for a moment so she could sob into his chest. After a moment, he decided to speak again. He didn't know what exactly to say however, so he decided to say what seemed fit for him right now.

"I give you one thing, you didn't end up like Wanda even though the only person that you loved got murdered. That's a good thing."

Rebecca chuckled, looking up at him. Seeing her mood lift slightly made him smile too. Surprised that it actually did help her state, he continued nonetheless, yet cautiously, since she was still very sensitive.

"What's your secret? Meditation?"

Rebecca laughed softly at that and shook her head.

"Why does it always have to be meditation?"

Stephen laughed and shrugged, loosening the grip around her a little so he could properly look her into the eyes.

"I don't know. Just guessing."

Rebecca dried her tears and calmed herself down a bit.

"If you want to know how I managed not to loose my mind like her then I'll be happy to enlighten you. It's a simple question.Would've Loki wanted this? That I turn against my friends and destroy everything and everyone because of my devastating loss and turn into a monster? The question is self explanatory."

Stephen admired her way of thinking and how strong she had been the past 7 years. Loki died, then Nat died, then Tony. And she had to withstand two nerve wracking battles against Thanos. All while she managed to stay herself and not get lost in sheer anger, devastation and vengeance. Without a warning Stephen hugged her tightly again, resting his chin on her left shoulder.

This woman deserved all the love and support in the world.

"Whatever happens, whatever the future holds, you know that I'm always here for you. Wherever I am, is your safe place."

Rebecca nodded and hugged him around his middle, pulling him even closer.

"I know. And I'm endlessly thankful for that. I'm happy that after all of this shit that happened I still have you... It feels so good that after so much change some things stayed the same. But please promise me that you will never tell me that I have to get a boyfriend again. Can you do that?"

"I have to be honest with you, it's gonna be difficult to not approach this matter, but I'll definitely restrain myself more often in future if it bothers you so much."

Rebecca nodded and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Stephen. And I love you too."

#my ocs #dr strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #marvel studios #marvel cinematic universe #mcu

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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mm lactation kink.

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♫♪.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

Title: Sweet Baby Boy..

Warnings: NSFW!, Dom reader, soft sex, lactation kink, mommy kink, praising, pet names, mentions of pregnancy (but not pregnant reader),

Pairing: Sub! Karl x Dom! Reader

Pronouns: she/her afab

Synopsis: You feel embarrassed as you start to lactate unexpectedly but Karl soothes all your worries, feeling extremely turned on from just the sight.

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Note: Yay I'm finally finishing the old requests, r u proud of me? :)

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You walked into the bathroom to have a shower, having done a ton of sex last night without showering afterwards had made you very dirty and smelly. Karl had already woken up early in the morning before you had and showered so he didn't need to have one anymore.

You pulled your shirt up and that's when it began, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and looked down at your chest. "Why're my breasts leaking?" you touched your nipples and got some of the liquid on there, hesitantly smelling the white liquid and coming to the conclusion that it was breast milk.

"Holy shit!- Am I pregnant?.." A bunch of thoughts ran through your mind but you were desperate to shut them up, hadn't you taken your birth control? Karl came in after hearing you scream and stood in the doorway "What is it, love?" he spoke.

You slowly turned around to face him, pushing your breasts up to reveal what you were so worried about "I'm lactating!" you exclaimed "Oh wow.." Karl's voice was breathless. Karl stood there frozen, a tent forming in his trousers "Don't say that!-" you were flustered and embarrassed to be lactating.

You turned back around and faced the mirror, letting your breasts go and bringing your hands up to cover your face. "Fuck.. That's hot.." Karl admitted quietly, you slowly took your hand off your face and looked at him in the mirror. Karl walked towards you and hugged you from behind, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts.

You let out a soft sound of affirmation "I'm so embarrassed, why is this happening.." you lowered your head "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" Karl told you. You snickered and couldn't help the smile that crept up on your face "What's that supposed to mean?" you chuckled.

Karl shrugged and you twirled to face him, you leaned in and captured his lips with yours. Your hands grabbing his torso and bringing him closer to you, your chest pressing up against his. Karl pulled away from the kiss for a moment to share more love for your nipples "You sure are infatuated with them, dear" you commented.

"Your milk tastes so good, mommy.." Karl moaned as he finally tasted some of your breast milk, squeezing them in hope that more will come out. "Ah. Be gentle with mommy, darling.." you cooed and brushed the hair out of his face, caressing his cheek gently. Karl whined and roughly bit down on your nipple, a loud gasp escaping your mouth.

"b-bad boy!" You grabbed the back of his head and tore him off your nipples "noooo, mommy please... I'm hungry.." Karl begged "You should have thought of that before biting me! Look how you hurt mommy!" you pointed at the deep bite mark that was placed on your chest. "I won't do it again! I'll be a good boy, promise! Just let me suck on them again.." Karl sniffled, you thought he may actually start to cry.

You gave in and let him suck again, making sure he would be more gentle this time. Karl's tongue swirled around your nipple, sucking gently and trying to just drink all the milk that dribbled out. Karl's cock was hard in his tight pants, twitching against the fabric and desperate to be let out. Karl's hips started grinding against the air slowly and unintentionally as he was paying attention to your boobs.

You sighed and made him pull away again "What's wrong, mommy?" he pouted "I need to shower, can you finish sucking after I get out?" you ask "Why can't I just clean you with my tongue? Or I can shower with you.." Karl pleads "If you showered with me then we both know I would only be getting dirtier" you grinned.

You slid out of your clothes and stepped into the shower, leaving a sad Karl behind in the bathroom. "Mommy- can I please join you? I promise to be good.." Karl calls out "You said that last time, baby, you can't fool me again!" you answered. You turned the water on and let it soak you in warm water "Noooooo! What if the water washes away all your milk? That could've been mine!" Karl complains "Patience, my baby boy" you respond.

"Mommy, I'm so hard.." Karl groans and presses up against the shower door. The glass door is mainly covered due to the steam but you could clearly see Karl outside with his hand pressed against the door, his panting only making the glass more foggy. "Aw- are you touching yourself out there?" you teased "y.. yes mommy.." Karl moaned. "And who said you could do that?" you asked with a smirk "u-uh,, you?" Karl clearly knows he's wrong.

"You've been acting up quite a lot today, maybe it's because mommy's been neglectful.. Is that it, you need more attention?" you slid the door open and invited him in. Karl had already undressed so he just jumped in beside you, rushing to devour you in the shower but you stopped and pushed him against the wall. "No. You're going to stand there and watch while I shower" you told him "Huh?? Can I at least jerk off?" Karl hoped.

"No. If you're a good boy and you listen to my instructions then I'll do it for you." You crossed your arms over your chest, causing more milk to dribble out. Karl stared in awe and tried to remain calm, his hot throbbing muscle between his legs twitching uncontrollably and trying to gain some friction from bucking against the air.

You bent over and grabbed your hair products, squirting it into your hand and then rubbing it into your hair. Karl's mouth was watering, drooling down his chin. You stood back up and washed it out, the soap washing out and going down the drain. "Can I touch you now?" Karl asked impatiently "You can certainly come here and wash my hair for me" you answered "Aw.." but he did as you asked.

You then asked him to help wash your body which Karl was more than eager for. Karl lathered his hands up with the soap and began to grope you, grasping and grabbing at your exposed skin and covering it with the soap. He cupped your breasts again and leaned his head on your shoulder, toying with your nipples between his fingers.

Milk squirted out which made you flustered, jerking up in your current position and feeling quite embarrassed. "That's so hot, mommy.." Karl groans into your ear, his hard cock rubbing up against your thigh unintentionally. You rubbed back up against him which made a choked out moan come out, Karl gasped and grasped onto your hips.

"Mommy,, can I fuck you?" Karl asked desperately "Wouldn't you rather fuck my tits? You can watch them squirt milk as you thrust against them.." you suggest to him, Karl's eyes light up and he agrees immediately. You turn the shower off and you both get out, you kneel down on the bathroom floor, using your towel to stop your knees from being hurt by the tiles.

Karl stood there and smiled down at you, his cock perked up proudly "Thank you so much mommy, you make me so happy.." Karl complimented you as he slowly slid his cock between your breasts. You pushed your boobs up so it'd be more pleasurable for him, the white milk spilling out. The sight makes Karl almost burst right away but he holds on, rocking his hips against you.

Karl covers his mouth with his freehand, his dick becoming wet and slick from the milk. "Mommy- gonna cum.." Karl sounded whiny as he was approaching his climax, his legs shaking like he was becoming weaker. Karl lets out his load on your chest before his knees buckle and he comes tumbling down, you catch him before he fully falls down and you lay him on the floor.

"That felt.. so good.. I love you, mommy" Karl pants heavily as he tries to recover and catch his breath "Aw.. I love you too, Karl.." you lean down to press another kiss against his lips. "But baby.. Answer me this, okay?" Karl perked up at your question "yes, love? What is it?" Karl was curious "Well.. Who told you that you were allowed to cum?" you asked, a smirk creeping onto your face.

"I- I- I just thought.." Karl stammered "That's right, no one said that.. Now come here and let mommy give you an appropriate punishment." you stood up and got on top of Karl "Y-Yes mommy!" Karl responded happily.

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— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no.

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles.

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying.

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower.

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times.

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener.

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync.

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling.

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure.

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell.

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates.

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt.

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night.

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?”

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.”

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...”

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.”

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated.

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.”

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.”

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!”

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said.

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa.

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense.

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.”

“How’s that possible?” he asked.

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years.

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird.

But you also kind of didn’t care.

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?”

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked.

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down.

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?”

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in.

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him.

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind.

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple.

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations.

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?”

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on.

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were.

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.”

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth.

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations.

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.”

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue.

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…”

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them.

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him, meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer.

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry.

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression.

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.”

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.”

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats.

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.”

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked.

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you.

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips.

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try.

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you.

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?”

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?”

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you.

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips.

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.”

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered.

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss.

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch.

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream. “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.”

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.”

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name.

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.”

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…”

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever.

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.”

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.”

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.”

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.”

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.”

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again.

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you.

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts. “Hey, ___?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

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