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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months

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Mimic

McFoord x Baby!Reader

Summary: You're definitely Katie's child

Hiding the pregnancy had been difficult.

Caitlin had picked up an ankle injury around the same time as she started to show so it was easy to write it off as long-term, hunkering down in the house like some kind of hermit.

Hiding you away for a year had been even harder.

Some fans were eagle-eyed and as a result, you were never posted on any social media. You didn't even come to training. You'd never met any of the Arsenal girls in person at all even though you were approaching eighteen months.

Which was why it was so shocking for everyone involved when Katie got out of the car for a home match against Manchester City with a child on a backpack leash.

As soon as you are on your feet, you attempt to escape but Katie tugs on your leash to stop you in your tracks.

You give her a foul look in return before you're plucked into Caitlin's arms.

The crowd watching the players arrive all scream out questions as they walk inside.

"It's nice to finally meet the little one," Kim says pointedly as the two of them arrive in the locker room.

"You've seen her before," Katie replies.

"Over the phone doesn't count," Kim says," She's a little cutie. You must be proud."

Caitlin watches you from the corner of her eye as you methodically rip everything out of her cubby and throw it on the floor. "Something like that."

"She's just like me!" Katie's been waiting for ages to be able to brag about you so she's lapping up all the attention.

"She has a bit of a temper," Caitlin confesses when Katie runs off to show you to everyone else in the changing room," Definitely gets that from Katie.

"We didn't expect to see her today..."

"Babysitter cancelled. There were no other options. We'll probably just tie her leash to a post and call it a day. She'll wander around otherwise."

"She's restless?"

Caitlin winces. "Feral might be the word. I love her but...Katie calls her a gremlin sometimes."

Kim looks past Caitlin to where you're now chewing on Katie's fingers, methodically biting down on each one as she introduces you to everyone.

"Well...she's certainly Katie's..."

Caitlin laughs. "Don't I know it."

You're being surprisingly tame today, for what it's worth, even as you try to make another break for it. You're yet again pulled back by your kiddie leash and Caitlin is left to marvel over just how steady you are on your feet.

It had been hard hiding you from the fans and even harder to not fold and continue to keep you away from their teammates. That second one wasn't even planned but you'd come out a little sickly and spent a few weeks in hospital.

It was enough to cause Katie to put the entire house on lockdown for months after your birth when getting chest infections became your norm.

By the time you were healthy and fit and coming into your own personality, it was too much of a risk to bring you to practice with all of the cameras around.

Either way, it's all ruined now because Caitlin knows the videos of you walking in on your kiddie leash are all over Twitter.

The cameras are all pointed towards you as Caitlin walks out onto the bench to start the game. Katie crouches down next to you, littering kisses all over your face as you giggle.

"I'll see you in a bit, gremlin," She says," You be good for your Mummy."

You garble out a few noises that Katie repeats back to you with a soft smile.

"You know," Steph laughs," Now that she's been spotted in the wild, you don't have an excuse for Sam and her kid to meet her. I hear her Chook's getting bored of waiting."

Caitlin sighs deeply as you slam two of your blocks together to show Leah the noise they make. "I don't think the world could take it if Sam's Chook and our Gremlin met. It's too much rough play for any pair."

"I think you underestimate Sam's Chook. I heard she's been very helpful and careful since Sam hurt her knee."

"It's not Chook I'm worried about." Caitlin tilts her head towards you where you've started to amuse yourself by kicking Leah's shin, giggling every time your little foot makes contact.

You head whips around as your watch your Mam get tripped nearby, landing with a thud.

You screech loudly and go to march towards her, grumbling and frowning as you go. You're stopped by a tug on your leash and a pointed look from your Mummy.

You recognise that look and point over at where your Mam is dusting herself off. "Fell," You say to Mummy," Mam fell."

Caitlin has to suppress her laughter. You've got a curious blend of hers and Katie's accents. Sometimes you sound fully Australian like Harper when you speak but other times it's like Caitlin gave birth to a mini Katie because your inflection is exactly the same as hers.

You sound like Katie now. You look like her too, hands on your hips and face like thunder.

"Your Mam did fall," Caitlin says as she pulls you closer," But she's gotten up now. She's fine."

You don't look convinced as you throw a nasty look over at the referee who did nothing against the clear foul.

"Do you remember my friend Steph? You met her on the phone before? Can you say hi?"

"Hi!" You chirp, giving her a beaming smile that shows off the teeth you have.

It's kind of funny to reconcile this beaming, happy version of you with the one that was screeching at the ref just minutes ago.

"Hi," Steph coos," It's very nice to meet you in person."

You're still smiling as you nod, bouncing on your feet as Caitlin digs around in your backpack. You seem to know what time it is because you turn that beaming smile from Steph to your Mummy.

"Bottle?" You ask hopefully and Mummy rewards you with a bottle full of milk that you hastily shove into your mouth.

You sit down at her feet as you chug your drink. Mummy runs a soft hand through your hair as you take a break and lean into her, wiggling back until you hit her legs.

You turn to smile at her and she smiles back.

Your drink is all empty in a little bit and you focus back on the football match in front of you. You clumsily climb to your feet in outrage when the referee shows your Mam a yellow rectangle.

You don't exactly know what it is but you know it's bad and you don't like it being shown to your Mam. You screech and throw your bottle, stamping your feet.

"No!" You say loudly and the bench behind you bursts into laughter," No! No! Bad! Bad referee!"

Caitlin buries her head in her hands as she tugs firmly on her leash when you attempt to run onto the field to give the ref a piece of your mind.

"She's definitely Katie's," Steph howls through her laughter.

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paradisedumpling · 3 months

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Secret Love

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trope: idol!sakura x lesserafim6thmember!reader; slice of life(?); secret romance; fluff; tiny bit of angst bc it's secret; girlfriend!sakura

content warning: secret relationships; mentions of polyamory; mentions of iz*one; among us; making out after work out; some members get the flu at the end; brief thunderstorm; wine

a/n: to be honest I don't even know what this is anymore bc it was supposed to be something completely different but I did this instead 😭. also, I wrote this when unforgiven was announced so yeah

synopsis: where the other members don't know you're dating and the little moments you and sakura share in the rare moments you get to be together alone (kinda)

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Sakura quietly hummed to herself as she made breakfast for her and the other members.

The sun had risen a few hours ago, but the grey clouds outside blocking the sunlight made it look like it was just a little after six in the morning, even though it must've past nine by now.

The woman scrambled the eggs in the pan with skill, enjoying the quietness in the house. Even though it was considerably late for their usual morning schedules, everyone was still sleeping. The day prior they had had a very late schedule and had gotten home a bit after two in the morning, so their manager allowed them to stay home and sleep-in during the morning. Their first schedule of the day was just after three in the evening, so it was okay.

Sakura was too lost in her thoughts to hear the light feet padding towards the kitchen, getting startled when two arms sneaked around her torso suddenly. Only relaxing when a soft deep morning voice spoke in japanese on her right ear.

"Morning, Kkura." The older woman turned her face to the side to look at a sleepy Y/n, quickly looking around the kitchen before turning back to the other girl and giving her a quick peck on her lips, a smile growing on both of their faces.

"Morning, darling." You snuggled your face in her neck as she went back to cooking, not wanting to burn the eggs. "Did you see if any of the others were awake yet?"

It was common for you two to speak japanese when you were alone, much like it was for when either of you were with Kazuha or the three of you were together. Even if you weren't japanese like the other two, you spoke fluently and always wanted to make sure they felt included and had the warmness of the familiarity of their mother language.

"Didn't see." You mumbled, voice coming out muffled but she heard you loud and clear throughout the quietness of the house. She only hummed in response, enjoying the warm your body provided her.

It was uncommon for the house to be this quiet, all of you being usually very loud people when together, so the both of you were enjoying it. It was also becoming quite uncommon for the two of you to be alone together, your group's schedule getting busier and busier as summer approached.

Even if Sakura wanted to turn off the stove and turn around in your arms to kiss you deeply, she knew she couldn't. For one, you seemed very tired. And she knew she wouldn't hear if anyone came into the kitchen, seen as she didn't hear you earlier. She couldn't risk you two getting caught.

You see, the girls didn't knew the two of you were dating. It wasn't because you were afraid they wouldn't approve of your relationship, far from that. Eunchae was probably the only straight one in the group and all of you knew about the situationship between Chaewon, Yunjin and Kazuha. But the two of you were official, and they weren't. You didn't want to risk the group if you two got too comfortable around others and ended up getting caught. Besides, you and Sakura enjoyed the solitude that was not being teased by your friends for being the group's couple. If you all already teased the trio, you couldn't imagine how it would be with the two of you.

With those thoughts in mind, Sakura simply rested her free hand on top of yours on her stomach, quietly watching the water boil in the kettle as she carefully prepared the mugs with her other hand.

"Oh~ Did you make breakfast for us, unnie?" The older woman nodded as she turned to look at Chaewon, who seemed more tired than you were, still quietly snuggled on her neck. "Thanks." She gave Sakura a smile, passing the two of you to fetch herself a cup of water.

"I'll be serving everything at the table as soon as the coffee is ready." Chaewon nodded, not sparing a glance at the two of you. Sakura didn't move either. It wasn't unusual for all of you to share PDA with each other. And even if the japanese woman was the most reserved with it in front of the cameras, she was never one to refuse any of her members affection. Besides, Chaewon knew how cuddly you got when you were sleepy.

And thinking of it now, as Sakura looked down at you and how you didn't greet your leader like you normally would, she thought you probably fell asleep holding her. Cute.

"Is she napping standing up?" Chaewon asked as she noticed Sakura staring at you adoringly, coming to rest a hand on your back. "Y/n-ah?" You didn't respond. The two woman shared a look before looking back at you with fondness. "Y/n-ah. Wake up." Chaewon lightly shook you and Sakura could feel your arms tense around her before you lifted your head, looking between the two with a confused sleepy face.

"Unnie?" You look at Chaewon, blinking your eyes slowly as you came to your senses. "I wasn't sleeping I swear." But the yawn you let out at the end of the sentence gave away how tired you were.

"Come on to the couch. Let Kkura unnie finish cooking." The small woman sneaked her arms around your shoulders as she pulled you away from Sakura and into her embrace, while another yawn left your mouth as you rubbed your eyes tiredly.

Sakura watched with a small smile on her face as your leader slowly lead you to the living room, sitting down with you and pulling you to lay on top of her. You were like a little sister to Chaewon and Sakura loved watching her best friend take care of you. It reminded her of her brother, and it filled her heart with a warm feeling.

Sighing content, the japanese woman turned around to pour the hot water into the coffee machine and turn off the stove, getting herself mentally ready to go wake the others up and have the house filled with loud noise for the rest of the day.

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"It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!" Sakura watched with small giggles as Eunchae yelled defensively at you and Kazuha. The three of you were sitting on a blanket on the floor, playing some game on your phones she felt too lazy to join in. If she did, it would end up more chaotic than your match was right now. "I wasn't even there!"

"If the impostor turns out to be you Hong Eunchae, I swear you won't see your switch for a week after this." You threatened, face slightly red with anger. Eunchae looked at you mortified. How would she play Mario Party with Kyujin without it?

As far as Sakura understood from your yells, you and Kazuha had died and Eunchae was the only of the three of you alive, had convenently not seen Kazuha die even though they were in the same room in the game.

"Ah, these kids..." Chaewon let out a loud sigh as she flopped down beside Sakura on the couch. "Yah! Stop yelling so loud!" The three maknaes looked at the leader and gave her an apologetic smile, before turning to their phones with concentration faces. "Everyday I feel bad for Eunbi unnie more and more." Sakura let out a loud laugh at that, nodding her head.

"It's rough taking care of them, isn't it?" Sakura asked, even though she already knew the answer.

The two older girls remained silently watching the three maknaes playing on the floor, eventually being joined by Yunjin as the american laughed and took photos of the trio.

"You're up in ten!" Their manager said as he opened the door to the waiting room, peaking his head inside to call for the six of you.

"Alright you three, get up." Chaewon ordered and you, Kazuha and Eunchae quickly got up, checking up with your stylish and make-up artists if everything was okay before the six of you got out of the waiting room.

Sakura slowed down her steps when she noticed you quietly falling behind the group to be alone, Eunchae had gone to bicker with Chaewon and Kazuha talk with Yunjin. Your girlfriend knew you were very confident on stage and she would never admit it out loud be she'd watch your fancams daily. Your stage presence was amazing and she'd always blush watching them.

Still, she knew how nervous you got at the first stage of your comebacks. So she silently walked by your side, slipping her hand onto yours and squeezing lightly.

"I'm okay." You told her. You knew she knew you were nervous, and if she didn't she definitely could feel it with your sweaty hands, but you still didn't want her to be nervous because of you.

"Love." She lowered her voice as she spoke in japanese to you, keeping an eye on Kazuha so she wouldn't accidentally hear anything she wasn't supposed to. "Everything will be fine, we all worked hard. Specially you."

"I know." Your voice was shaky and she wished she could do more than just hold your hand and whisper in your ear. But there were too many people around and too little time to work with.

She felt your body tense beside her when you all approached the stage entrance and she took the new dark environment to pull you to the side and away from the other members.

Sakura held your face and looked into your eyes, slowly and deeply breathing as you unconsciously copied her. "You'll do great, baby. You've practiced hard and this is your territory. You're gonna get into that stage and make everyone scream in excitement." She caressed your cheek, smiling when you nodded. "I love you." She let go of your face to hug you, squeezing your body before quickly pulling away and taking your hand to lead you back towards the girls and the staff.

The japanese woman kept a close eye on you until the moment UNFORGIVEN started to play and your entire demeanor changed, the nerves quickly fading away as you sang and danced, being immersed in your zone. Sakura was sure that was going to become one of her favorite fancams as soon as it gets out.

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Sakura walked the halls of the HYBE building in silence, a small smile plastering her face. Today you were all given the day off, due to the storm outside that had been going on since the early morning. You only had schedules outside today so it had all to be rescheduled, but of course Sakura didn't mind.

With the newfound free time, she had spend the entire morning and most of her evening playing videogames on the computers at the company building, not bothering to check her phone once as she knew if she was needed they'd call her instead of text.

But when she did get tired of gaming and decided to see what the others were doing during their day and text her manager to drive her to the dorm, she felt excitement fill her body and she didn't even opened her manager's chat after checking on the Le Sserafim's non-business group chat.

Eunchae had gone to her parents house. Chaewon, Yunjin and Kazuha were home. And you were at the company practicing. Honestly, Sakura felt a bit sad for not checking her phone sooner because that meant she could've spent more time alone with you. But she was still happy that you both still had a few hours before you had to go home. Still, she didn't rush to the practice room.

Now that she was out of the computer room she noticed that there wasn't many people in the building, all probably also having their schedules cancelled for the day. Even with her being deep into the building, she could still clearly hear the heavy rain with occasional thunder outside. And less people in the HYBE building meant it was less likely for someone to come knocking in your practice room and interrupt you two. So Sakura took her time walking in the halls in hopes of seeing any potential interruptor to keep in her mind.

Once she finally reached the practice room, her smile grew bigger as she heard music coming from inside. The woman opened the door and rushed inside, before quietly shutting it as not to disturb you.

When she turned around, she saw you by the corner, empty water bottle in hand as you monitored the routine you had just finished on your phone screen. Sakura quietly giggled to herself as she silently approached you, hugging you from behind and laughing when you jumped in surprise.

"Unnie!" You squealed, looking over your shoulder at your girlfriend's playful face. "You scared me!"

"I know." She mutered, looking down at the pout on your lips. "You know.... No one's around...."

"Hm..." You hummed, turning around in her arms and pulling her closer, knowing where she was going with that, your routine already forgotten in your head. "I'm sweaty though."

"You know I don't care..." Sakura was still looking at your lips as she slowly guided you to the wall, smirking to herself when your back hit the wall. "I missed you." You smiled and was about to respond when her lips crashed on yours.

You both sighed as your mouths moved together, her hands wrapping around your shoulders as you pulled her by the hips. You felt her hands tugging your hair and you gasped. Sakura took that opportunity to slip her tongue inside your mouth and press you into the wall with your body.

Sakura's hands traveled down to your back, slipping past your shirt and caressing your skin, making you shiver. Her mouth left your lips and she started kissing down your jaw, making you let out soft noises.

Sakura was about to kiss your neck when a loud noise resonated in the practice room, the sound of 'Impurities' breaking the two of you apart with a loud groan from the japanese woman.

"What does she want?" You put a hand on your mouth to hide your laugh and your red face when Sakura reluctantly pulled away to grab her phone on her back pocket and bring it to her ear. "Yes, Chaewon?"

You took the opportunity to walk around the practice room and gather your things. Wether Chaewon was calling to get you two home or not, you were sure you weren't going to practice after this. Even if only Sakura had to leave, your mind wouldn't be able to focus on dancing for a while.

"Oh, really? Okay, okay. We'll be home soon." You turned to look at your girlfriend when she referred to the both of you. You had a small pout on your face, sad that you and Sakura didn't get much time together. "Yeah, I'm with her. I just got here." She looked at you, giving you a small smile. "Do I bring dinner? No? You sure? Oh, nice. Okay. Bye-bye!"

"So I guess we are going home?" You asked when the call ended, slouching in defeat as Sakura walked towards you.

"There's a bad thunderstorm coming, it isn't safe to go home later." Your mouth opened in a small 'o', shoulders straightening as you now understood why your time with Sakura was cut short. You were glad Chaewon called.

"We should get going then!" You squealed, turning around to walk to the door, now very much aware of the sound of heavy rain outside. If you could hear it from inside the practice room, then it was bad. And you were just a tiny bit scared.

"I can't believe my girlfriend is afraid of storms." Sakura giggled, pulling you back just to take a hold of your hand and walk with you.

"I'm not–"

"Don't worry, Y/n-ah. Your strong girlfriend will protect you~" Your face turned bright red at Sakura's teasing. You let out a loud squeal when she grabbed your face to give you a hard kiss before opening the door and leading you two out to the corridors. You were too dazed to even notice your surroundings. Sakura laughed loudly at your face. "I love you so much, Y/n."

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Sakura and Chaewon opened the door while chatting loudly, laughing at each other. The two of them had just gotten back home from an outting with a few of the Iz*one members. It was Friday and they both had the weekend off, but since they had planned to go to the beach with the rest of the Le Sserafim members tomorrow they got back home before midnight. It must've been just past ten. But they were in a good and light mood and we're planning on drinking home for the rest of the night.

"I think we have some wine." Chaewon had a big smile on her face, happy with how her night went.

"Where's the others? It's quiet." Sakura said, sitting on the table, but intently watching Chaewon take the wine bottle from the fridge. "Should I call Yunjin?"

"Yes! See if Zuha and Y/n are awake too then all of us can–"

"You're home!" They both turned to look at Yunjin at the entrance of the kitchen. The two older woman noticed how the american looked tired and how her hair was messy, but with their light mood they simply thought it was just their busy schedule catching up to Yunjin after she finally had time to rest.

"Hey Jen, you want wine?" Chaewon asked with a big smile, raising the bottle in her hands a little.

But Yunjin shook her head, confusing the two woman. Specially Chaewon. "You didn't read my texts, did you?" She let out a sight and closed her eyes, knowing they didn't even check their phones since they left their house. Otherwise, she knew they wouldn't be inviting her to drink.

"Where's the maknaes?" Chaewon asked carefully, now fully taking notice of Sakura's statement that the house was quiet.

"Hopefully sleeping." Yunjin opened her eyes, looking between Chaewon and Sakura as they looked at her apprehensively. "Kazuha and Y/n have a fever. Eunchae's feeling sore and she's warm, but not feverish yet." Chaewon and Sakura's eyes widened in shock, the wine bottle being carefully placed on the counter as Chaewon processed Yunjin's words. "I've already had them take a cold bath, gave them medicine, which we have to buy more by the way, and made them soup from a recipe my mom sent me." Yunjin smiled reassuringly at them, seeing the worry in their eyes growing with each word she said. "I rearranged Zuha's bed so I could put her mattress on the floor and grabbed mine and Manchae's mattresses so they could all sleep together in there. They've been clingy and whiney." Yunjin rolled her eyes at her last phrase, but she had a playful smile on her lips. "It was also easier to keep an eye on them if they were all together." The american let out another sight. "Anyways, after they ate some soup I put them to sleep. Like, twenty minutes ago I think. So they're hopefully sleeping already."

Chaewon and Sakura slowly nodded at Yunjin's words, their minds running many thoughts, guilt setting into their cores for not being home earlier.

"Hey, they're okay for now. I took good care of our maknaes!" Yunjin had a proud smile, pointing to herself. Sakura let out a nasal laugh at that, a small grin appearing on Chaewon's lips. They were feeling less worried now, although still guilt. "I kinda made a mess running around so don't mind it." Yunjin giggled awkwardly, rubbing her neck and looking away. "I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom already though."

"Thanks for taking care of them, Yunjin." Chaewon finally walked towards the other woman, putting a hand on her shoulders. "How about you? Are you feeling any sore?" Chaewon put her hand on Yunjin's forehead to check her temperature, making the taller one laugh.

"I'm okay Chaechae, don't worry." Sakura looked at the two of them with a fond smile, her lips slowly dropping when she remembered her own lover.

Her girlfriend was sick. You were rarely sick. Sakura probably has never seen you sick before, only heard stories here and there. Still, it was common sense that you had a good immune system and barely ever felt unwell. But right now you were sick. Very sick at that. And Sakura didn't knew.

She knew you probably wouldn't have told her regardless of Yunjin being here or not and choosen to suffer until she got back because you wouldn't want the older woman to miss her outting because of you. But she can't help but feel like you would be wishing for her and she wasn't there to comfort you.

"Kkura?" Sakura blinked startled when a hand gently shook her shoulder.

"Sorry, I was thinking." She looked at Chaewon's understanding eyes and felt her heart get a bit calm. Only her best friend's presence already did a lot to calm her down. "What was it?"

"I told Yunjin to go take a shower while we go check on the girls." Sakura nodded, following Chaewon to Kazuha's room, where they found the three youngest girls curled up on the mattresses on the floor.

"I wonder what happened." Sakura whispered, crouching down at your head and gently brushing the sticky hair out of your forehead, checking your temperature in the process. Still warm. "For them to get sick at the same time, I mean." She didn't need to look at Chaewon to know she had a questioning look on her face.

Instead, she kept looking at her girlfriend. Your face was contorted into a uncomfortable expression, but otherwise you seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

"They've been together a lot these past days." Sakura nodded, gently caressing your hair. She smiled when your face muscles relaxed. "Probably caught something when Eunchae took them out to make friends." They both had to suppress a laugh when the mentioned girl moved, not wanting to wake any of you up.

It was fun how you and Kazuha were satisfied with only having them as friends but Eunchae was determined to have you two make a least a couple more of friends.

"At least they got sick when we had the day off–"

"Unnie?" They both stopped talking and moving when they heard a raspy voice, Sakura looking at your confused face as you tiredly rubbed your eyes. "Hmmm Kuku is that you?" Sakura smiled at the nickname you only called her when it was only the two of you together, glancing at Chaewon by the corner of her eyes.

"Yeah. Me and Chaewon." You only hummed, sighing as you turned around to look at the two older woman better, Chaewon walking to be besides Sakura by your head.

"Hi unnies." You smiled at then, wincing and closing your eyes as you did so.

"You okay, Y/n?" Chaewon put her hand on your forehead to check on your temperature.

"Yeah. Headache." You yawned, leaning on Chaewon's warm hand. "Was the outting good?" You asked with a voice heavy with sleep, eyes fluttering close again.

"It was." Chaewon spoke in a soft voice, looking at you with adoration and worry. "You should go back to sleep, big baby."

"Thirsty."

Chaewon giggled. "I'll go get it for you." You nodded.

Sakura watched Chaewon leave attentively before she turned back to you, sighing. "I guess we aren't going to the beach anymore then."

"Just cause we'd share a room." You mumbled in frustration, snuggling up on Sakura's hand as she caressed your cheek.

Your girlfriend stared down at you with amusement. You were feeling miserable, yet the only thing you could think of was her. It made her heart warm with love, although she was still concerned about you. It was rare that you got sick, specially this sick. But she felt loved knowing she was on your mind even in moments like this.

"If you and Zuha get better just enough to travel and Eunchae doesn't get worse by tomorrow then we can still go. We were planning on staying the night there anyways." Your excitement little smile made a big one appear on Sakura's lips.

"I'd like that." You opened your eyes and looked up at your girlfriend. "I think I need cuddles to get better." Sakura put a hand on her mouth so she wouldn't laugh at your words. "I'm serious, Kuku."

"I'm sure you are." You shared fond stares before being interrupted by the door opening, Chaewon coming inside with a glass of water and Yunjin followed.

"Hey, babygirl. Are you feeling better?" Yunjin asked you with a sweet voice, attentively watching Sakura help you sit up just enough to drink the water Chaewon was handing you.

"Too soon to tell." You mumbled, sighing in content as the cold water soothed your sore throat.

"I told her that we might still go tomorrow if she and Zuha are feeling better." Sakura told the other two, receiving nodding approval. All of you were needing a vacation, and even with you and the other maknaes sick, you could get some healing time at the beach.

"Well, you better rest well then." Chaewon said, grabbing Yunjin's hand. "I'll take this one to rest. You take her cup to the kitchen, unnie?" Sakura nodded, silently watching the two girls leave the room.

"You should rest too, baby." Sakura whispered to her girlfriend, silently giggling as you already had your eyes closed, grip weak on the water cup.

Sakura grabbed the cup, guiding the you to lay down. She pressed her lips to your forehead, covering you with your discarded blankets.

"Goodnight, my love."

With fondness in her eyes, Sakura left the room wishing she could cuddle her girlfriend like you wanted her too. But at the end of the day, she would cherish your soft and peaceful moments until the day the girls find out you two are dating.

"Night-night, Kuku...."

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a/n: this went so many places I wasn't planning but at least it worked?

thank you so much for reading!! <3

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oliversrarebooks · 6 months

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walk home late at night

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TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, blood drinking, nothing explicit but it's pretty horny

You're walking home from work late at night. You had to work overtime yet again, because your shitty boss forced a shitty deadline on you, and it's either work late or risk another bad performance review. Unfortunately, your need to make rent has to be prioritized over your need to sleep -- or else you won't have any more place to sleep.

The night is foggy and wet, almost like out of a suspense film, but you're too tired to indulge in much imagination. It's making your clothes and shoes damp and cold, which you do not appreciate in the slightest. At least you're not far, now. Only a few blocks.

As you pass under a flickering street lamp, you see the dark outline of a person in the space between buildings, and it startles you a bit. Probably nothing to worry about, probably just a loiterer or a homeless person. You're just jumpy because you're tired. You keep walking.

"Excuse me, dear."

The voice behind you is ethereal, neither male nor female, and almost seems to echo. It must be that person you passed a minute ago. A robber? Shit. You walk faster.

"Stop."

You stop.

Your mind reels as it tries to catch up with what you've just done. Why did you stop? This is clearly bad news.

"Please face me while I'm addressing you, dear."

You're turning around. Just to see who this person is and what they want, since clearly they aren't leaving you alone. Yes, that is the reason. "Who are you?"

"Silent, dear. Still and silent for me."

"I --" Your words die in your throat. Your muscles relax, like sliding into a warm bath. What's happening to you? It feels like a dream.

"Oh, dear," says the mysterious figure with a soft chuckle. "It seems you've already fallen under my power." They raise one hand and flutter their fingers downward, like rain, and your eyes follow. "Under my power. Deep, deep under my power."

It's like... your mind... shifts downwards. It feels so nice. But this isn't right. You have to get away from here -- you have to flee --

"So still, dear, so silent. Your limbs so heavy. Falling down, down, down." They flutter their fingers back and forth, and you feel yourself swaying along with it. "That's a lovely pet."

You're -- you're not a pet. You need to leave. But it's like your mind has disconnected from your body, and your body feels far too relaxed, like you've been hit with a tranquilizer. Tranquilized, yes, that's exactly how it feels.

"Come closer now, dear." With both hands, they beckon you closer. You take one step, then two, sleepwalking forward. "Closer and deeper under my power. Closer and deeper. Deeper and closer."

You can feel it. With every clumsy, sleepwalking step, your mind is draining away, your thoughts of escaping growing further and fuzzier. Distantly, you know that something bad will happen when you're in this strange person's clutches, but you can't stop yourself.

"Deeper under my power," says the echoing voice. You're so close now, in arm's reach, and the figure cups their hand under your chin and draws you in the rest of the way. Their touch feels electric, making you shiver with pleasure.

"That's a most excellent pet. Good, good pet," they praise, and the warmth of the praise spreads through your body. The thoughts of wrong, wrong, wrong are dimming as they pet your head as though you are a puppy.

Their fingers lift your chin, and you find yourself gazing into their deep, dark eyes. You can almost see stars in them, swirling and dancing, so beautiful. "That's right, dear pet. I need you to look into my eyes, now. Look deep, deep into my eyes," they say. "You're going to start to fall into a hypnotic trance for me. Deep, deep into trance."

Hypnotic... trance... there's a brief struggle in your mind.

"Yes, dear, you're being hypnotized. You're already starting to get sleepy, so very sleepy. Getting so sleepy as you look deep into my eyes, so sleepy as I sink you into hypnosis. So, so sleepy."

The sleepy, drowsy feelings are overwhelming. You can't think any more. You feel your body slumping, and they catch you in their arms and hold you upright so you can keep staring into those eyes. So hypnotized... so sleepy...

"Keep gazing into my eyes, dear. You're getting so, so sleepy. It's time for foolish little pets like you to go to sleep and surrender to me. Go to sleep, dear, a deep, hypnotic sleep. You're so, so drowsy. So hypnotized. Practically asleep already." Their eyes seem to get even closer and brighter. "Far too sleepy to resist, dear, too drowsy to fight it. All you can do is look into my eyes, let yourself be hypnotized, and go to sleep, deep, sweet sleep."

They're right. You're far too sleepy to stop this from happening. You're already so hypnotized, and they're so, so powerful.

"Your eyes want to shut, don't they, my pet? Yes, of course they do. They crave sleep so badly. Your mind desires sleep. Your mind wants to be hypnotized, wants to lower all its defenses and just relax. Yes, relax your mind for me, dear, let me soothe it to sleep. Your eyelids are drooping, pet. They're closing. You're losing control. You're surrendering. You're surrendering to sleep and to hypnosis, more sleepy and hypnotized by the minute. Isn't that right?"

Your head bobs forward, nodding in response to your master's question.

"Good pet, good, good pet. Let me put you to sleep now, dear. You're going to go to sleep and surrender your hypnotized mind to me. It's only right for a foolish little pet like you, so utterly helpless. Go to sleep, dear. No more fighting your heavy eyelids. No more resisting your drowsy mind. You can't stay awake any longer."

Your vision blurs, your eyelids almost closed. The urge to give in and sleep is so powerful. You can't even remember why you were trying to stay awake.

"Sleep, my pet. Sleep and surrender. Sleep and submit. Sleep and be hypnotized." Their voice goes lower. "I'll take such good care of you while you sleep."

A soft, quiet noise escapes your lips as you fall forward into the mysterious figure's arms, head resting on their shoulder, fast asleep. Their hand rubs your back in a slow circle.

"Good, good, my pet, my thrall. Sleep so deep in hypnotic trance. You won't remember any of this, my dear. You won't remember a thing. You're going to sleep and forget... sleep and submit... sleep and let down every defense while I feed."

Your sleeping, defenseless mind absorbs the commands to forget. In your trance state, you can feel cold fingers tilt your head and run down your neck.

"You will submit," says the echoing voice at your ear. "You will remain completely asleep and completely hypnotized while I drink my fill from you. There will be no pain, only sleep and submission. Do you understand, my dear thrall?"

"Yes... master..." you whisper.

"Very good," they purr. "Now relax and be especially still. Good pet."

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel sharp fangs at your neck. Despite what your master just said, there is a brief moment of pain, followed by a strange warm sensation as they begin to drink from the punctures on your neck. You can feel yourself bleeding, feel their tongue and their fangs as they lap at your precious blood, feel yourself surrendering utterly.

The warmth from the wound is spreading through your body, and when it hits your brain, there's a wash of intense bliss that makes you shiver and release a low moan, a small part of your mind embarrassed as you fall apart to the sensation. Your master chuckles. "Enjoying yourself, my thrall?"

"Yes, master," you respond immediately.

"Very good, pet, you're so hypnotized and submissive for me, aren't you?" They lick at the wound on your neck. "Perhaps I'll keep you, after all. Do you want to be kept? Do you want to go home with me?"

You know the right answer. "Yes, master."

"If you insist, my hypnotized and helpless little thrall." They nurse the wounds for another moment, before whispering once more in your ear. "Go deeper asleep now. Do not resist the hypnosis. You belong to me."

There's nothing left in you to resist. Your body goes limp and lifeless as your master picks you up in a princess carry, the cool evening breeze on your face as they whisk you off to god knows where.

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#whump #vampire #mind control #vampire whumper #hypnosis #hypnotic induction #blood drinking #vampire hypnosis

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impactedfates · 8 months

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I really love your blade and pregnant wife fic! Can I request their lives after the reader joins him on Stellaron Hunters?

A/N: I'M BACK, NO MORE WRITERS BLOCK. And hiii, thank you, I'm glad you liked it :)) And of course!! Here's some mini scenarios and HCs of what happened after the reader joined the Stellaron Hunters

Warnings: None (I hope, correct me if I'm wrong)

Extra: AFAB! Reader (GN terms/pronouns used aside from wife and mother) // OOC Blade most likely // Not proofread, as always correct me if I did smt wrong // PT 1 of the Blade x Pregnant Wife Fic here here.

SilverWolf definitely used you as a way to get Blade to do whatever she wants. If she wants to play a game with him and he says no? All she needs to do is mention you once and suddenly his hands all better and he can play.

He very much cuddles with you in bed (if you don't mind) Just note that if he has his arms around you, then it'll be difficult for you to leave.

When your kid is finally born, he's not exactly the best father but not the worst either. He knows his...demeaner can be scary to others, and he usually doesn't care. But if he scares his kid? I can see him sulking as you try to comfort your child and tell him the "scary old man" is in fact his father.

He asked Elio for some time off to help the kid settle in, as well, Being born in pretty much a criminal family isn't the best.

The child definitely sees Kafka and SilverWolf as their aunties and Sam as their uncle.

For some reason, I'd find it funny that when Elio was showing his more human form (he has one right-?) the child called him Grandpa. Didn't matter how young he looked.

Blade will protect you and his kid with his life, he instructs the two of you to stay put as he does his missions. He hasn't seen you in forever and he's not risking loosing you.

Maybe after the kid is born and has grown up a bit to be able to look after themselves and you're capable, he might be okay with you joining in on his missions.

Jing Yuan is disappointed you joined the Stellaron Hunters but not surprised when he found out. He either found out due to Cloud Knights who put two and two together/saw you with Blade OR you and Blade met him during a mission on the Loufu.

Okay but think of this, y'know how the Stellaron Hunters can bascially make a hologram of themselves onto the express? Imagine Blade trying to intimidate the express then his child just appears like-

Blade: "And I'll ensure my blade pierces through your-" Child: *Random child hologram appears* "Dada!!" Blade: *His demeanor changes as the mini hologram of his child appears, he looks at the child* "You're meant to be asleep...here let me take you to bed or else your mother will be mad"

*Cue The Astral Express Family Confusion*

He refuses to admit he has a weakness to you and his child. Like no he is not making you breakfast in bed just because and no he did not just steal a shop full of toys for his kid.

Blade lets you and your kid style is hair and if he's feeling up to it, he might let you put silly make up on. Imagine him going into a Stellaron Hunter meeting and his hair is braided into pigtails and he has pink sparkly make up on.

He cares about his small family...a lot...so if he sees you or his kid with the slightest cut he'll be quick to patch it up and if you ask nicely enough. Maybe kiss it better. (He won't admit he was worried though, just lecture you to be careful)

You're the only one who can see his more soft and caring side, especially alone. If you're with him with others, people will definitely notice how he treats you better then them.

You probably have scary dog privileges, he doesn't trust anyone to not hurt you so he'll come with you everywhere. And if you insist to go alone? He'll ask someone else to go with you so he can ensure your safety. (He's just doesn't wanna loose you again)

His child is home-schooled, even though he is scary and can probably convince someone to teach him at a school, he has a feeling they'd get bullied and/or no one will come near them if they knew he was the father.

All the Stellaron Hunters help teach them, and they even teach them additional things...

Blade: Kafka. Stop teaching them how to shoot a gun Kafka: Come now Bladie, they should know how to protect themselves. Blade: THEY'RE 4.

Your kids eyes are the same colour as yours and their hair the same as Blade...well his old hair anyways.

He's a good husband still, perhaps a bit more violent...never to you and your kid though of course. Just cold to others ESEPCAILLY if they're taking bad about you or his kid.

One of the reasons he acts this way towards youse is because he wants to make up for the amount of time lost when he was gone. So making you happy and ensuring you're still okay and healthy is his top priority. If you or your kid thinks he's getting too much than tell him and he'll agree to stop. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable either. He just want you and your kid to be safe and happy.

Will be working on the other 2 current requests I have as soon as I can, apologies for the small break :>

This is most definitely not my best work but I hope you like it regardless (┳◡┳)

#HSR #Honkai Star Rail #HSR Imagines #Blade #HSR Blade #Blade x Reader #Blade x You #HSR x You #HSR x Reader #honkai starrail x you #honkai starrail x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #Honkai Starrail #🎭 masked fools

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myhairpintrigger · 1 year

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hi hi hi i would like to request fluff for thee one and only Aleksander where reader gets really sick maybe a very high fever and maybe he panicked and called heartrenders and healers because he thought she might die and it ends all fluffy and soft Aleksander 😶‍🌫️

soft Aleksander yes pls <3 I love.

warnings: none, mostly angst and some fluff

word count: 2.3k

Just a Cough

(aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

It all started with a cough. A silly little harmless cough, of which you assured Aleksander after a few days of the persistent cough that there was nothing to worry about. Being sick was just a part of life for you, but apparently according to your loving husband, it wasn’t for him. In fact, upon asking him, the stoic faced general had stated that he’d never been sick in his entire life, and come to think of it, in your four year long marriage, you hadn’t seen him sick even once. He promptly thereafter reminded you that Grisha do not get sick as you did and you accepted this answer.

It was just a cough.

That’s what you kept insisting, even after it had been weeks. Though he’d never been sick, Aleksander was no stranger to illness, and stopped believing that it was only a cough. Just like clockwork, the second he began to suspect it was a bit more serious than you’d been insisting, you got worse.

Soon you were hardly able to keep food down, dizzy when you stood, the cough had gotten worse, and every night you’d run fevers. He brought you medicines given to him by the Royal Family, had doctors see you, and nothing was working.

He hardly left your side, and when he did, someone was always there to keep an eye on you, and though you swore it wasn't necessary, his response was always the same:

“You are only mortal, my love. I will not take risks.”

So here you lay, on your marvelous four-poster bed while a young Grisha healer sat at your bedside, flipping idly through a book, glancing up at you every so often to make sure you were okay before she’d go back to her reading. A tap on the door pulled you out of your sick haze and your eyes fell upon Genya as she walked into the room.

“You may leave. I can keep watch on The General’s wife.” she spoke to the girl next to your bedside, and the girl wasted no time in getting up and scurrying out.

You let out a miserable sigh and placed your hand over your eyes to shield the light, much preferring the company of your husband, “Oh, my. Is he almost done with whatever he’s doing? I need him to block the light.” you rasped and Genya only laughed and stood in the doorway.

“He cannot be too much longer, y/n.” she replied and you groaned.

“What did the Heartrender say?” you asked and opened your eyes to look up at Genya hopefully.

The red haired girl wandered over to your side and checked your temperature with the back of her hand, letting out a sigh of displeasure, “Well, she couldn’t deduce much except for that your heart is healthy, which is good. Your husband has ordered for one of our best healers to be removed from the frontlines and brought here to help. You're getting hotter, by the way.” she said with a frown.

“Genya, the last three healers haven’t made any progress.” you stated fearfully and she responded to you with nothing but silence and she grabbed the cool, damp cloth off of your nightstand that had been left there by the girl previous. She laid the cloth on your forehead and finally gave a sigh.

“We have very limited knowledge on what is ailing you. If a doctor couldn’t find a conclusion then it is very hard for us to know what to heal.” she explained in a gentle tone, “have you had any water today? Aleksander won’t be pleased if you haven’t.” she said quietly and you simply pulled the covers over your head and let out a terrible, wheezing cough.

Tears fearfully made their way into your eyes and you shook your head, though the Tailor could not see you, “I just want Aleksander.” you whimpered through a wheeze, your throat burning terribly with every word. You hadn’t even known Genya had left until you lifted the blanket and poked your head out to see why it had fallen so silent and you looked around the empty room and let out a painful sob.

You buried your face in your frail hands and let out hoarse cries until you felt the bed dip next to you, prompting you to wipe your eyes with the heels of your hands and you lifted your head to see your husband sitting at your side, his face completely colorless as he looked over you. You weakly sat up and pushed yourself into his lap with whatever strength you could muster, which must not have been much because you found yourself being easily lifted by Aleksander and pulled into his lap. You laid your head on his collarbone and you let out a shaky breath and you weakly grabbed onto the lapels of his kefta.

“Am I going to die?” you asked suddenly, the question that had been plaguing your mind for weeks now, the question that you were too afraid to speak out loud. The question both of you were asking silently. The question that made Aleksander kiss you on the forehead every time he left the room, that made him hold you a little bit tighter every chance he got, that had him terrified for perhaps only the second time in his life. The question that made him fear leaving your side, afraid to return to a lifeless form in his bed.

He didn’t answer right away, but the stiffness in his voice gave away everything he must have been thinking, “You are mortal.” was all he said before he tightened his arms around you, being careful not to hurt you in your fragile state.

His reply only caused you to cry again, and this time you could feel him crying with you. You didn’t see his face nor did you hear him; you didn’t have to. His shaking shoulders told you enough. He brought his cold hand up to your forehead and he held it there, occasionally swiping his thumb across one of your temples. To even meet the possibility of your death this soon was frightening and angering to Aleksander, and it had been the cause of several outbursts of anger in nights past in rooms far from your shared bedroom, to ears far from yours. He wasn’t supposed to be the one that was scared here, he was supposed to be the strong one that had the solutions. The answers. His highest obligation to you was to protect you at all times, defend you, his mortal, very breakable, wife. But there was no enemy to fight, no weapon to use to defend you. There was just you. Poor, sick, miserable little you, and this killed him. He lost sleep to this, he lost his appetite to this, and he was certain that if he was to lose you to this, he’d lose his mind, too.

“Aleksander, everything hurts.” you whispered, your voice hardly going higher than that. He grit his teeth angrily and simply pulled you closer, shushing you. He wasn’t good with comforting. His words weren’t often gentle unless directed at you, and it wouldn’t matter anyway. Words were completely lost on him as he sat in paralyzing fear that he could very well lose you to illness.

He finally found the voice he’d been chasing around his throat and he reached up to soothingly pet your hair, “Oh, my darling, you must get some sleep. You aren’t going to die,” he promised, though he was beginning to fear he could not see to that promise being kept, “We have a healer coming for you, my little angel. I’d never let you succumb to whatever this illness may be.” he said hollowly, almost wincing when the little voice in his head told him not to make promises he couldn’t keep. Losing you meant losing a vital piece of himself.

“It’s punishment, Aleksander. There is nothing you can do.” his mother had drawled when he had come to her practically on his knees, begging for a way to save his wife.

“Do you really think the fates would allow you to be happy after all you have done? You should have left her alone, now she is paying for your sins as well, there’s no one to blame except for you.” she had said coldly, leaving Aleksander with a guilt that had taken him days to even partially recover from. He’d deny it to the haggard old woman’s face but deep down he agreed.

Lost in thought, he barely noticed that the stroking of your hair had lulled you into sleep, and your sudden stillness caused him to panic as he quickly laid his hand over your chest, only to feel relief wash upon him like a million crashing waves when he felt the shallow rise and fall of your chest. He finally willed himself to gaze down upon your sunken face and he traced his fingertips over your now very prominent cheekbones and jawline, and his lips turned downwards. You, his wife, the only light in his shadowy life, lay so lifelessly on his lap. He couldn’t help but think of the sick irony of it all, how he’d considered you his light when he himself could only summon the dark. The irony wasn’t lost on him at all there, bitterly so. A small tap on the doorframe made him slowly tear his eyes away from you and he raised one eyebrow at David who stood there awkwardly.

“I hope you have a very groundbreaking reason to be here interrupting the time I am spending with my wife.” Aleksander said in a clipped tone and David simply nodded once.

“The healer has arrived. He’d like to see her.” he answered, causing Aleksander to sigh once.

“David, three Healers and every Heartrender under my roof couldn’t even cure her. We need to start focusing on alternative methods to keep her alive. By any means possible.” he said lowly and the man at the door only nodded again, “but please,” Aleksander added, “bring the healer to me. Let us see what he can do for my y/n.” he conceded.

David motioned to someone who must have been just past the doorframe down the hall and a tall man walked into the room and looked down at the vulnerable, sickly form of The General’s wife laying in her husband’s lap, “Sir, this is the most experienced and talented healer we could find, he has the most experience in-”

“Can you help her?” Aleksander snapped, cutting David off.

The healer didn’t answer but rather walked towards the two of them on the bed and he placed his hands on either side of your head, and the new contact had your eyes snapping open instantly with panic. Your husband gently tightened his grip around you and informed you softly that it was only a healer, and you relaxed a bit and closed your eyes again, a ragged breath being drawn from your lips.

In reality the healer only had his hands upon your head for five minutes, but it felt like hours to your fear-stricken husband who watched the display before him desperately. Finally, the healer took his hands off of you and he reached up to feel your forehead before he looked up at your husband and nodded, “The fever has broken. Give her two or three days to fully recover, but she will not grow any sicker, and she certainly will not perish.”

Aleksander looked down at you with wide eyes and then back at the healer, “Why won’t she open her eyes?” he asked worriedly, his eyes threatening to water.

The healer chuckled and stood up straight, “She’s exhausted, General Kirigan. I put her to sleep. But make no mistake- she is healed.”

Aleksander’s lips moved but no sounds came out, so he settled for a stunned nod, and the healer gave him a slight smile before he headed out of the bedroom, followed by David. Your husband reached up promptly to feel your head, the past five minutes seeming entirely too good to be real, and he expected to feel your feverish skin. Instead, he was met with the completely normal temperature of your skin as you slept against him. He sucked in a shaky breath and leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your now cooled forehead and he stayed with you like that for a long time before he lifted his head. He swaddled your small form in a blanket and he sat with you just like that in his lap for hours, and he’d stay there for as long as he needed to.

When you finally woke some hours later, the first thing you noticed was that there was no searing pain behind your eyes any longer, and you looked up to see the face of your husband staring back down at you, his eyes misty and full of feelings you were sure he likely didn't have the words for.

"You look like hell." you commented with a short laugh and Aleksander rolled his eyes and pulled you up against his chest tightly, and you laid your ear over his heart, listening to it beat steadily.

"I was certain I was going to lose you." he said finally, his voice full of what you recognised to be pain.

"But you didn't."

"But I could have." he countered and buried his face in your hair, "And what then? What would I have done then?" he asked demandingly and you frowned, his disdain making your heart ache.

"Well, then I suppose you're just going to have to find a way to make sure that we never have to fear that again, won't you?" you asked, and he thought about it for a moment before he shrugged and tucked your head underneath his bearded chin.

"Yes. Yes, I suppose I will."

And in the silence of your shared bedroom he swore that no matter the cost, he’d find a cure for your mortality, a way to keep you alive for just as long as he.

#general kirigan imagine #aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan x reader #the darkling x reader #general kirigan #aleksander morozova imagine #aleksander morozova #the darkling #the darkling imagine #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone #grishaverse

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thattiredanimator1t0mblr · 8 months

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| soft!father figure!Miguel o'hara x teen!spidey?reader | Headcanons | (platonic)

(Miguel o'hara x reader platonic)

(Miguel o'hara x teen!reader platonic)

(Miguel o'hara x reader platonic)

A/n: reminder, miguel is gonna be OOC(out of character) as HELL because I legit forgot how to write, and I lost all my skills because of art block 2 years ago and stopped. So, just a heads up, Ooc!Miguel.

Trigger warning: cursing, mentions of loss of family members/and or friends, mentions of death, mentions of dead family members(?), potentially overprotective/slight platonic yandere!miguel(?), etc.

Miguel....looks at you, the same way he looks at his own pride and joy, which is also you, ofc. (Because you are the main character and are amazing.)

He'll try and brush your hair, no matter how short or how thin it is. if you have a buzz cut, he'll just lightly massage your head. If you have braids or an afro, etc, he'll try and learn hair styles like that for you, like how to do braids, or afro puffs for you (please correct me on terminology, I'm not black, so forgive me if I accidentally say something wrong or call a hair style the wrong name/gen)

He will help you with anything and everything. You are his new pride and joy, sit down, and don't worry about a thing. :)

He'll help you with missions, homework, hell, even on how to build nuclear weapons if you ask nicely enough.

You're his kid(metaphorically), why shouldn't he help you with everything and dote on you?

However if you are more independent or less likely to understand/and or like how much he tries to help you in everything, he'll back off, he trusts you, he just cares about you too much to let you do anything(as horrible as that sounds, it comes from a place of good)

He's like those overprotective dad's that tell you, your outfit is too revealing, or some horror story about some random kid getting kidnapped before you go out. (Is that just my parents? Maybe I'm projecting a little, sorry!)

He will judge your friends, especially if its other spiders, hobie? He won't say anything to you but he will lecture hobie for 2 hours on making sure not to be a bad influence on you, gwen is...alright, he may not really like her but he understands why your friends (whatever that reason may be.), miles? Oh fuck no. Miguel would rather set himself on fire and destroy the spider society instead of letting miles be friends with you, and (aromantics, don't read this part.) If you're dating miles, congrats, miguel is popping a blood vessel from how pissed he is.

Of course, he may lecture you, or even 'ground you'(he'll start to get very emotional after 2 hours of being away from you, he can not risk losing another kid, you are too important to him.), but a little bit of pestering/and or convincing, and he'll begrudgingly accept you and miles are friends/dating.

He may teach you Spanish, if you're up for it.

Calls you spanish nicknames. (Hispanics and people who speak spanish fluently, I am so sorry, I don't know spanish and I'm using Google Translate, please forgive me for this. Please correct me in the replies/comments so I can edit this and fix it./gen)

Princesa/Príncipe, Cariño, Mi sol, mi corazón, mi vida, etc.

He lets(makes) you stay with him on his platform office thingy(sorry, I don't know what to call it.), he'll pull up a YouTube video or movie on some hologram, or holographic screen and let you watch while he works.

Honestly, does not know now to use basic cooking appliances, if you're from a universe where the year is like, anything under 2060, congrats, miguel will not understand any terminology or technology you have(like a regular phone, ipad or a regular computer from 2020, his universe is so futuristic and such, those things are ANCIENT to him, God forbid you quote any vines infront him, he will not understand and there's like a 30% chance his grandparents/great grandparents used to quote vines.)

Will ask you to help him with a fucking microwave,, his universe is so futuristic.

Sometimes, he sends you with him on missions that aren't missions, like jsut going out to soem really nice universe he thinks you'll like, and being 'undercover'(you're both gonna wear whatever you want, hell probably wear casual, you can wear anything you're comfortable in.). To which you'll both jsut be hanging out at some cafe, library, amusement Park, cinema, whatever place you like or he thinks you'll like, and pretends that you're looking for some anomaly but in the end he'll jsut tell you to go back to HQ or your own universe and he'll take care of the anomaly(there was no anomaly, he lied so that he could hang out with you.)

If you lose or are going to lose any family members, friends, lover, etc, maybe from the Canon or something else, he'll do everything to cheer you up, highest quality therapy, stuffed animals(if you like those), the entire series of a book you like, he'll even pay for your favorite Netflix show to get a 2nd/'random number' season, he is a billionaire, he won't let you on any missions, he'll make you rest, help you mourn and even maybe help arrange the funeral if you trust him enough.

This man has severe abandonment issues(hc), he has lost his daughter and family, he cna not lose you too.

He is a bit clingy and overprotective, he doesn't, like, read your texts or anything, but he does silently judge your friends, aswell as sometimes glare at anyone.

He has a huge soft spot for you.

If he's in the middle of lecturing or arguing with someone, maybe because of a mission, and you walk in or he notices you walking by, he will stop and say good morning/good afternoon/whatever time it is.

Warning, 'cringe' below, because I do not know how to use spanish nicknames properly, please forgive me :(

"(Random spiderman) this mission was important! You made mistake that could've costed someone their life!- good morning, Cariño."

^ this is what I mean by that.

Sometimes, he makes lyla monitor you on missions 10 times more then any other spider because he gets worried about you.

He will help you with your spidey suit, and making a suit if it rips or you don't have one yet.

This man will watch soccer, and get pissed off at how badly they're playing, like, you could jsut be in another room or sitting next to him doing your own thing and all of a sudden you'll hear a roar of spanish curses and such, because someone made a stupid move while playing.

He'll make you pack lunches, burritos, Quesadillas, Empanadas, Enchiladas, etc, (now I'm hungry thinking about it😭). If you don't like any of those or are allergic to certain ingredients used in those, he'll make you something else, a sandwich, burger, maybe French fries, sliced fruit, strawberrys dipped in chocolate (if your not allergic), pasta, lasagna, etc. Or he'll just buy you some takeout and put it in a lunch box for you. Whatever you prefer :)

Supports you no matter what, no matter your identity, religion, sexuality, race, etc, he supports you :).

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nicoline1998enilocin · 11 months

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''Nice to meet you, Alpine!''

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Vet!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | Bucky has been missing something in his life, and found the perfect way to fill this void when he found Alpine. He takes her to the vet, and walks out of there with more than just his new feline friend.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | Thank you all so much for the love on this one, I honestly didn’t expect this to get so much appreciation overnight, but I’m incredibly grateful for all of you! Part II of this story is out now, and I hope you will enjoy it as much as this one, if not even more 🖤

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''They're just getting worse and I don't understand why. I've been going to therapy, missions are going fine, I hang out with you guys...'' Bucky said that his nightmares have been coming back worse than ever for a few weeks. Everything was going fine, well even, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, or rather, someone was missing. He wasn't looking for a relationship right now, he was perfectly content being by himself right now despite feeling like there is a missing piece in his life.

''How about you look into adopting a cat? You have always loved animals, so it wouldn't exactly be weird if you would have one.'' Steve suggested, and Bucky agreed it was a good plan. ''I didn't even think of that... Thanks for the suggestion!'' Bucky said and he immediately went to look for his laptop, that way he could look up shelters nearby to see if they have any cats up for adoption. There were plenty of shelters in the area and he had a plan to go visit some of them, even if it was just to get some cuddles in with the cats there.

He was planning on telling Steve about his plans, but before he had the chance they got called in for a mission. It wasn't a high-risk one by any means, but that didn't take away from the fact that his plans got messed up regardless. It was just Steve, Bucky, Clint, and Natasha and they were back within a day so it was even easier than they planned it to be. Bucky decided to go for a run after coming back from his mission so he could get some extra energy out of his system. He had been running for about 45 minutes when he suddenly heard a soft meow coming from a small alley, and he went to investigate.

''Hi, little one!'' he said in a soft voice when he found out where the meowing came from. He spotted a beautiful white cat with piercing blue eyes and was immediately intrigued. ''I won't hurt you, I promise!'' he said to the cat, and he slowly came closer with his hand stretched out, so the cat could come to him if they want to. With soft steps, the cat slowly came closer and started sniffing his hand. The cat started purring and bumped their head against Bucky's hand and he got a small smile on his face. ''You're beautiful! Don't you have a home little one?'' Bucky asked and he didn't see a collar on the cat. However, he did notice the cat was dragging one of their back legs, showing that there was something wrong.

''Oh no, poor cat! Let me take you to a vet so we can get you checked out, okay?'' he said before taking his hoodie off and letting the cat step onto it before picking them up. ''You're gonna be okay, I promise. If you don't have a home yet, I will make sure I will give you the best home you'll ever have,'' he said and softly cuddled the cat against his chest to keep it warm without hurting it. He had to look up where the closest emergency vet was, seeing how he was running at 10 PM, normal vet offices were closed already. It must have been his lucky day because there was one only a few blocks from where he found the cat.

''Hi, my name is Bucky Barnes, and I just found a cat who is dragging its back leg a few blocks from her. Do you have time to check them out?'' he said to the girl at the front desk, and she was more than happy to help him out. ''Yeah, of course, it's so nice of you to bring the cat! I assume they're not yours?'' she asked and Bucky explained that he found the cat on his run, and heard the meow so he went over. ''They're beautiful though, maybe I can adopt them when they're better,'' Bucky said with a smile on his face, already thinking of all the fun the two of them could have. ''I have some paperwork to fill in for you, and once that is done the vet will be with you shortly,'' she said with a reassuring smile, and he went to fill it in.

Once everything was filled out he handed back the paperwork, but before he could sit down they were already called in. ''Hi, it's nice to meet you, my name is Y/N Y/L/N and I'm the working vet here tonight. I understand you found a cat that has been dragging their back leg?'' she asked, and Bucky introduced himself before telling the story again. ''Poor thing! Well, let's get some X-rays so we can come up with a plan of action. I'll be back here in 15 minutes, you can take a seat if you'd like, I'll get Rachel to bring you something to drink in the meantime.'' Y/N said and walked out of the room. ''Hi, would you like something to drink?'' the receptionist asked, but Bucky politely refused.

''Alright, that was quick and painless!'' Y/N said when she walked back into the room, Bucky immediately felt his heart skip a beat. Until now he was too busy with the cat to look at her, but now he couldn't take his eyes off her, she was gorgeous. ''First of all, they're a girl, so that is one less thing we have to figure out. She has a broken back leg, but it shouldn't be too long for her to recover since it is only a hairline fracture. I will give her some pain medication and put her leg in a cast for now so she won't put too much pressure on her leg. I also found out she isn't chipped, so the chances of someone looking for her are very small.'' she said, and Bucky was kind of happy and sad at the same time.

''So, that means I can adopt her, right?'' Bucky asked, and the vet agreed. ''All she would need now is a name, did you have one in mind already?'' Y/N asked Bucky and he had already thought of one. ''Her name will be Alpine, due to her perfect white fur and bright blue eyes, I think the name suits her,'' he explained. ''It's nice to meet you, Alpine! I believe your new dad will take great care of you. You deserve it!'' she said and she scratched Alpine behind her ears for some lovings, which she accepted with a deep purr. ''She seems to take a liking to you as well!'' Bucky laughed and couldn't help but think the same thing, he has taken a liking to her as well.

''It appears that way, yeah. She needs to come back in three weeks for her follow-up appointment, but you can schedule that during the day. If you want, you can ask Rachel to schedule it at a time when I'm working too, that way she doesn't have to be handled by a different vet.'' Y/N explained. ''So eh, maybe this is a bit forward, but would you like to get coffee sometime? She likes you, and to be honest, I like you as well...'' he said with a soft, shy voice. ''Sounds like fun! I will be free this Saturday, what about you?'' she asked. ''I'll be there! Shall I pick you up or did you want to meet at the coffee shop?'' Bucky asked, but she insists on coming to his place. ''That way I can see little Alpine again, she's just the absolute cutest thing ever!'' Y/N said with a big smile on her face. ''Yeah, she's quite something, isn't she?'' Bucky said and rubbed his hand over his neck.

''Let me give you my personal number, that way you can text or call me, so I know where to go for our date!'' Y/N said with a wink, and when Alpine was all bandaged up with her cast, the two of them were sent on their way. ''Thank you so much for your help, it really means a lot.'' Bucky said and gave her a big smile. When he came back to the compound, Steve happened to be in the kitchen. ''How was your-'' but before he could say anything the spotted Alpine sleeping is his arms. ''Oh my god, that is the absolute cutest cat I've ever seen!'' he said cooing at the cat. ''Yeah, she is. This is Alpine. Also, I have a date this Saturday, so you better don't send me on a mission!'' he said when he walked away, leaving Steve behind with a confused look on his face.

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lilacmingi · 10 days

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CHANGE OF HEART

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Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x human!fem reader

Word count: 2,380

Note: This one is just a little angsty and Jimin is a total jerk but he gets better. This imagine is from my Wattpad so there won’t be any extra parts or continuations

That monster has had you locked in this godforsaken room for at least three weeks. A room with no windows and a door that was constantly locked. The only time it was unlocked was when he came in.

You weren't allowed to go outside and all your meals were brought to you via your captor.

A dull, throbbing ache was still present in your neck from where he fed just the day before, the skin still tender where his razor-sharp fangs pierced your artery. Being bitten was something you never got used to; it hurt just as bad every time and the pain would persist and linger for days. He never gave you a break either and hardly gave you time to rest and recover. When he was thirsty, he would barge in and take what he wanted.

Every day was exactly the same and it was hard to tell just how much time had passed. At first you assumed three weeks, but you were beginning to think it had been closer to a month now.

You heard the sickeningly familiar click of the door being unlocked, your heart racing rapidly.

No. Not again. You thought.

It felt like he was just in the room two hours ago and with how often he fed, he very well could have been.

The door opened, revealing the deceivingly handsome, yet depraved man that was keeping you there. Park Jimin.

"Hi there, sweets." He grinned. "I'm thirsty."

You shook your head. "Please don't."

"You have no say in what happens." He strode towards your cowering form.

He chuckled at the way you scooted back towards the headboard, amused by your fear.

In the blink of an eye, he had you pinned to the mattress, hovering over you with a gleam in his eyes that slowly shifted from a warm brown to a sinister red.

The tips of his fingers caressed your neck as he brushed your hair away and leaned in.

"It still hurts." You whimpered, hoping he might postpone his feeding.

"Aw. Well then, I guess I'll bite somewhere else."

"No don't."

"Shh." He placed his finger over your lips to silence you while bringing his face closer to the side of your neck he hadn't bitten, stopping to take in your scent.

"Oh, you smell heavenly." He practically groaned.

You squirmed underneath him in a feeble attempt to free yourself, but his grip on your wrists only tightened, further reminding you that your strength was no match against his.

Jimin pressed a soft kiss to your neck before positioning his fangs on the surface of your skin. Your eyes squeezed shut in preparation for the stinging pain that followed not a second later.

An involuntary yelp was released from your mouth, which you were quick to snap shut. If you made too much noise, Jimin would often clamp his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. As he fed, you tried your best not to move, if you did, the pain would be worse.

The sound of him gulping down your blood made your stomach churn. It was a sickening sound that you never got accustomed to. He was quite literally draining the life out of you.

Just before you could start feeling faint, Jimin pulled away, licking away any blood that clung to his lips as he stared down at you.

He must enjoy this. You thought. He probably takes pleasure in seeing me helpless like this.

He released your wrists and ran his thumb over the spot on your neck where he had just fed from, collecting the leftover blood that seeped out of the puncture marks. You winced at the uncomfortable and painful sensation, watching as he brought his thumb up to his mouth, licking the blood off.

"You're always so good for me, Y/n." He murmured before climbing off of you, exiting the room just as quickly as he arrived.

Even after he left, you didn't move a muscle, staring at the white ceiling trying to distract yourself from the throbbing pain in your neck that now accompanied the already existing ache on the opposite side.

This is what your life had been like for roughly a month. Jimin would come in and feed, leaving you to deal with the aftermath. Not once had he offered to bandage any of the bites he created.

How unlucky you must be to have ended up in such a miserable situation.

Jimin never disclosed any information as to why he brought you there. Just that he had been watching you and that he wanted you all to himself because your blood was the best he had ever tasted.

A shiver rattled your spine at the thought.

The only emotions you had felt since being shoved into this room was fear, anxiety, and longing.

On the bright side, you had a nice bed to sleep in, he fed you, gave you clothes to wear, and he let you bathe. It could be worse, you often reminded yourself. You could be locked in some dark, damp cell with no clothes and no bathing privileges. Though being locked in this room all day every day wasn't exactly enjoyable. Not to mention how often Jimin barged in to feed off you.

You sighed, sliding your eyelids closed while leaning to rest against the headboard. The same sentence that played in your head like a broken record made it's way to the forefront of your mind once again.

I want to leave.

The sound of the door opening caused you to flinch, snapping your eyes open and jerking your head in the direction of the room's entrance. Jimin walked in holding a plate of food and a glass of water.

"You've gotta keep your strength up." He placed the food on the bedside table and turned to leave.

"Jimin?" You asked meekly, the sound of his name coming from you mouth making you feel nauseous.

"Hm?"

"Why are you keeping me here?"

"I already told you. You have the most delicious blood I've ever tasted. I need you."

"You don't need me." You shook your head. "I want to return to my life."

"You really want to leave me?" His voice lowered.

"Yes. I want my life back."

"This is your life!" He snapped. "Do you know how good you have it here? I take care of you! I put you in this nice bedroom and I bring you meals! The least you can do is be complacent."

Fed up and sick of being scared all the time, being treated like nothing but a blood bag, you stood up from the bed.

"You think you take care of me, but you keep me locked in here all the time! I can't roam around the house or even go outside! I'm miserable, Jimin!" You retorted. "Not to mention you feed off me at least once a day! My body can't handle it!"

"You ungrateful brat." He hissed. "I've given you so much and you're still not thankful."

"What's there to be thankful for?" You snapped back.

The look on his face was petrifying. He was so engraged that his eyes were turning a darker shade of red, almost black. He took a few steps towards you, but you backed away, afraid of what he might do if he got his hands on you.

"How bold of you, Y/n. Yelling at a vampire like that." He grabbed your wrist, jerking you towards him while leaning in close to your ear and speaking in a low growl, "Are you aware of what I'm capable of? I could snap your neck or drain you dry like that." He snapped his fingers. "So, if I were you, I'd be grateful for what I have and not complain about it."

With that, he released your wrist and turned on his heel, storming out of the room.

You dropped down onto the edge of the bed, afraid that your knees would buckle due to the rush of adrenaline and anxiety that coursed through your veins. A tear fell down your cheek as you nursed your wrist, which was burning from Jimin's inhuman grip.

"I'm never getting out of here." You sobbed.

So much for trying to stand up for yourself.

Part of you wished he had just killed you. Maybe if you had pushed him a little more, he would get so angry he'd snap. Then you'd be free from this nightmare.

Feeling a whole new level of despair and hopelessness, you cried, which was something you hadn't done much of since being tossed in this room. You let it all out, crying until you became tired and somehow fell asleep.

The sound of the door creaking open was what pulled you from your tear-induced slumber. Your first instinct was to try and get away, until you saw Jimin's appearance, that is. He had his head lowered, slowly walking into the room.

"What do you want?" You asked sitting up, your eyes puffy and still burning from all the crying.

"I thought about what you said." He spoke quietly. "You deserve to have some freedom. I'm treating you like an animal by keeping you locked in here all the time. I know it doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry."

You only stared at him, not sure what to think about his apology and if there was any genuine sincerity behind it.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" He asked when he received no responses from you.

"I guess." You slowly got out of bed, slipped on your shoes, and followed him out of the room for the first time ever.

When you were first brought here, you didn't get a chance to see the rest of the house. It was surprisingly cozy for a home that belonged to a vampire.

You kept some distance between yourself and Jimin as he led you through the living room and out the front door, seeing the outside for the first time in what felt like forever.

The house was secluded with no other structures in sight; not even a road, just a concrete driveway leading to the abode.

You followed your captor through the front yard, watching the green leaves fluttering in the breeze, gazing at them in wonder as if it was your first time ever seeing the foliage.

Not a single word was said during your stroll in the front yard. You merely kept to yourself and took in the fresh air, following behind Jimin until he led you around the house to the backyard. You let out a quiet gasp when you were met with the breathtaking sight of rose bushes planted about the spacious area.

You glanced over at Jimin, hoping he didn't catch your unintentional reaction. His expression was still somber, his hands shoved in his pockets while his eyes were cast to the ground looking absolutely pitiful.

"Hey."

You reached out to nudge him, but before you could, he grabbed your hand. You flinched instinctively, wincing at the soreness in your wrist. He glanced down at the spot where he had grabbed your wrist earlier, a noticeable mark splotching the skin.

"Did I do that to you?"

You swallowed.

He dropped your hand. "I really am a monster. I don't know why I've been treating you so terribly. I was human once. I should know better than to treat you like a blood bag."

Jimin never wanted to become a monster, but now he could see himself turning into one. Giving into his cravings and feeding on you whenever he pleased, kidnapping you, treating you as a lesser person just because you were, what, human? He was human. He knew how it felt to be bitten and drained within an inch of your life. After all, that's exactly what happened before he was turned.

He released a drawn-out sigh, trying to gather his thoughts. "I like you. At first I only followed you because you caught my eye, but you smelled so good, I thought I could bring you here and have you all to myself while keeping you away from any other vampires that might've come along. It was the wrong thing to do. I was being selfish and letting the inhuman side of me take over." He paused. "I was beginning to regret bringing you here, but I knew you couldn't leave, not after everything you've seen and experienced. So, I tried to keep you scared so you wouldn't run away."

The air went completely still as you processed his words, your face showing no emotion whatsoever.

He liked you? That's why he locked you away? And he was mean because he didn't want you to leave?

You shook your head. "That's messed up."

"I know." He lowered his head. "I meant what I said earlier. I really am sorry. If you want to leave, you're free to go."

Your feet didn't move.

He was giving you the opportunity to walk out and here you are standing still when you could be running towards freedom.

Something about Jimin's apology struck you, and as much as you disliked him, you also felt sorry for him in a way.

When he saw you hadn't moved yet, he lifted his head.

"Go." He told you. "I said you could leave."

You pressed your lips together, internally kicking yourself for being so stupid and sympathetic.

"Why are you still here?" He questioned.

You released a reluctant sigh. "I can't fully accept your apology and I most certainly can't say that I return your feelings."

He nodded. "I understand."

"It's going to take time, and I mean a lot of time, for trust to be built, but I don't totally hate you."

"You don't?"

"Unfortunately no. At least not after the apology."

"So... you'll stay?" He asked almost hesitantly.

"No."

His shoulders slumped.

"I would still like to go back to my own home and return to my life. However, you can still be in it."

His eyes became brighter at that. "Thank you."

Jimin stepped towards you to embrace you in a hug, but thought better of it and retracted. "I'll do everything in my power to earn your full trust. I promise."

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desert-rose24 · 10 months

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Sweet Dreams (Just Imagine Series)

Welcome to Part Two of my first series called Just Imagine! This is where you, the reader, can read your filthiest thoughts without having a character or person specified. It's all up to you and who you want to picture these fantasies with.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! THIS IS 18+ ONLY! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18!

WARNINGS: Pure Smut, Somnophilia, Kissing, Slight Dirty Talk, Slight Nipple Play, Nickname (Baby), Cursing, Cunnilingus (f! Receiving), Fingering, Orgasm

These stories will not specify any reader ethnicity or race! However, these stories will differ. If you want to read one where you're fantasizing of a specific gender, I'll write those too! THIS STORY IS GENDER NEUTRAL GIVING!

I AM WRITING THESE MORE AIMED TOWARDS FEMALE, PLUS SIZED READERS RECEIVING! It's something I'm more experienced with writing, but I will take requests. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

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Part One

Just imagine being in a wonderful deep sleep. The best sleep you've ever gotten in a while. You were so exhausted from a long day, that you couldn't bear to stay awake. 'I'll lie down for just a second' you thought. Chucking off your shoes, you slip into something more comfortable for relaxation. Walking back to the bed in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, you fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

An hour later, your partner comes home. Slight worry washes over their face as they called your name, only to gain no response. Looking around the apartment, they finally spot you in your shared bedroom, fast asleep. 'Oh, how precious' they think as they watch you, taking in every feature and detail. There you are, laying flat on your stomach, your head turned to the side on the pillow, and your right leg hiked up on your side, giving a perfect view of your puffy cunt through your panties. An idea suddenly clicked in their mind. An idea that could possibly get them in trouble or not. Was it worth the risk though? Who knows, but they would take it anyways if it meant that you get the relaxation and relief you deserve. At least, that's how it worked out in their mind.

Moving closer towards you, they climb onto the bed, settling right next to you. They decided to start off slow, fighting off the urge to just wake you up and take you right there. Grabbing your plush thighs, they started to stroke them, leaving little kisses and licks. If only you knew how much they loved your thighs. How they loved when you wrapped your thighs around their head when they would eat out your pretty cunt. It was truly exhilarating. Their actions came to a quick halt as you let out a soft sigh, then turning onto your back. Now having more access to your body, they moved up, heading toward your chest. Arousal filled their senses as they lifted up your shirt. 'Dirty girl. It's like you wanted this to happen' they thought as they noticed no bra covering your breasts. Giving a soft squeeze to one of your breasts, they let out a soft moan of satisfaction. Could you be any more beautiful?

Lowering their head, they gave a kitten lick to your nipple, their fingers rolling over and playing with the other, both of them now very hard. You let out a soft moan as they kept your bud in their mouth, their wet, hot tongue gliding over it. You started to stir, eyes slightly clenching as pleasure goes through your chest. Noticing this, they stopped, pulling back from your body, not wanting you to wake up. Taking a moment of pause, you finally drifted back off into a deep sleep. They slowly got on top of you, starting to kiss you from your chest down to your pudgy stomach, then down to your pelvis. Bringing their hand up to your clothed pussy, they could feel the over growing, wet arousal you produced. They swore it drove them crazy. Pulling back from your cunt, they brought their fingers to their hand, taking a big whiff of your scent, making them softly moan. Your arousal was like no other, you were just so perfect. If they could, they would spend all day between your legs, taking in every juice and drip.

Nerves came to the surface as they tried to take off your panties, not wanting to be too rough so you don't wake up. Finally sliding them off your legs, they threw your panties...somewhere in the room. Eh, you'll find them soon enough. Lying down on their stomach, they gently spread your juicy thighs, revealing your glistening pussy. Their mouth basically salivated at the sight. How did they get so lucky? You were the most perfect person they ever laid their eyes on and now they have you all to themselves. It's unbelievable.

Taking their fingers, they spread your pussy lips and ran their fingers down your cunt, bringing the wetness from your hole all the way up to your clit. Your body slightly twitched at the sudden contact. They smirked at how sensitive you were. You let out a moan, still fast asleep, as they slowly rubbed your bundle of nerves. They quickened their circles, making your hips slightly buck into their fingers. You whined at the loss of contact as they pulled their fingers back. How were you not awake yet? At this point, they wanted you awake so they could stare into your eyes as they eat you out.

They took this chance to possibly wake you up. Once again spreading your puffy pussy lips, they gave a long lick of your cunt, moaning at your taste. They kept slowly eating you out, noticing the way you stir in your sleep. Your hips slowly rolling into their mouth as your eyes clench hard. Your eyes fluttered open, pleasure now fully going through your body. Not even looking down yet, your mouth drops open, a loud moan flowing out. Finally getting a grip, you get the courage to look down. Propping yourself onto your elbows, your met with the eyes of your partner looking up at you, eating you out like they haven't eaten in days. You throw your head back in pleasure, moans erupting from your mouth at every lick and suck.

Fisting their hair, your hips grinded into their mouth. They moaned into your cunt, sending vibrations all the way up to your clit. Your hips jerked as you lay flat on the bed, then wrapping your thighs around their head. You were close. Oh, so close. Your heavy moans getting louder as the pitch got higher. They knew it too, with the way your sopping hole clenched around nothing. Poor thing, you're just begging to be filled huh? Well you didn't have to worry about that anymore. They took their middle and ring finger and slid them into your begging hole. Your eyes rolled back at the pleasure overwhelming your senses. You let go of their hair, one hand now gripping on the blanket beneath you and the other held a tight squeeze on your breast.

Oh, what a sight it was. You, lying helplessly with your thighs wrapped around their head, their tongue gliding over your throbbing clit as they pumped their fingers in and out of your cunt. Their hips grinding into the edge of the bed for some kind of relief.

"Ah~ yes! Fuck, please" You begged, your orgasm just about to tip over the edge. They sped up their fingers, touching that soft part in you that makes your back arch. You moan as you feel yourself clench tighter around their fingers.

"Let it out, baby. You can do it. Give it to me" they said, never stopping their pace. They replaced their tongue with their thumb, fiercely rubbing your clit, making you see stars. And that was all it took. You came with a loud cry of their name, your body spasming as your legs shook. They slowed down their fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm. Your body jerked as the overstimulation came over you. They took their fingers out of you and rose up to be eye level. Making sure you're staring right at them, they took a long lick of their middle finger, moaning at the taste. Your face heated up in embarrassment, yet some slight satisfaction. They held up their hand to you, letting you get a taste of yourself. You hesitantly put their ring finger in your mouth. You have to say, you're pretty satisfied with the way you taste. And there you go, drifting off into another much needed sleep, only this time, fully relaxed and with your partner right at your side, cuddling you from behind. The joys of sleeping, huh?

Too bad it's all just a fantasy...right?

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spaceless-vacuum · 10 months

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How about some yandere fierce deity headcannons with reader who can actually fight really well and is confused why this war God is being so soft and not letting them fight at all and getting grumpy about it.

For him having a darling who can take care of themselves in a fight is really exciting. He loves being able to show off and having you comment on his footwork and stance and giving him extra praise because you know how hard some of those moves are is just *mwah* the cherry on top. He takes the opportunity of you both being warriors to grow closer to you and to have a reason to spend time with you as your both fighters. The issue starts when he actively starts to block you from training.

He just crosses his arms and says no and expects you to just follow his orders. He outranks you, and even if he doesn't hold station above you he's a deity and that puts him in a spot of authority. He tries to distract you by offering other activities you can do instead of fighting but even if you don't take those and still try to fight he's actively sabotaging your attempt to train.

You shouldn't have to fight. There's others who can take care of the issue, such as Link or himself, and he doesn't want to risk you getting hurt. Even the strongest warrior can fall from a simple mistake. Overlooking the smallest detail on the battlefield can lead to your death. You're the reason the sun sets and the moon rises each night to him. To have you fall will leave a hole in his heart and he knows no one else could fill that. You're not some common soldier who has to put their life on the line. He will do anything if it means you'll be safe.

He begins to hover around you all the time, even going so far as to have you keep his mask with you so that way you're never without his sight. Whenever something happens or a problem arises he's right there to take care of it for you. The distance isn't an issue as if you ever move away he can just ask Link to help him out. He doesn't have to explain why he's asking for help to them, he can just tell them to do it.

If at any point you start to fight back and wind up telling him to go away or to put it mildly to tell him you won't listen he will try to order you into no fighting. Even going so far as to ask Link to take care of the issue for him. I imagine this would happen in any Hyrule but especially the war of ages Hyrule. He needs to hover around you all the time and refuses to let you lift a finger to defend yourself. Anywhere you go he's there taking care of any problems you have. Suddenly you have a deity of war guiding you on how to not do the very thing you were brought along to do. He doesn't want you fighting at all.

Trying to explain why he doesn't want you to fight is so hard for Fierce because he knows you can handle yourself. He just doesn't care. The ages old god does not care if his frail mortal liver wishes to die in a war that isn't where they should be. It's for your safety. He's doing this so you can be kept safe! Being better able to handle yourself doesn't change anything in his mind.

At first you might think it's because he doesn't trust your skills as a fighter. Really he just knows how squishy mortals can be. You can assure him that you'll be fine and you can handle this but nothing you do can help. He has even taken to having you carry his mask. The moment you step forward to fight he stops you.

Nothing you say can change the deities mind. He doesn't mean to but he will become unresponsive to you when you start to argue your case. It isn't because he doesn't hear you, he does… he just won't change his mind. As much as he loves you he knows you're being ridiculous. He won't let his goddess destroy themselves by throwing their life at a wall of enemies for fleeting glory. Just stay here with him. He'll make the bed up and get you extra blankets if you want, and he'll even light a fire for you. Just stay there and let everyone else take care of it.

Fierce loves to hear you complain. He loves your voice so much and he loves doting on you. Stopping you from fighting by holding you in his lap close to his chest where he can spend all his time watching over you is his favourite. Lighting a fire and holding you, his lover, until you fall asleep makes him purr in delight.. He knows this change might be rough so he does all the fighting work for you so you can just relax and stay by his side once he comes back.

He just smiles at you and picks you up to carry you away to a quiet spot. He tries to talk about everything else you can do other than fight. He is just so quiet that he tends to just cross his arms and let you just sit in his lap and relax. For someone who complains so much you do seem to enjoy your time with him.

taglist: @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate

#eye write #yandere legend of zelda #fierce deity x reader #request #numberonehere2008

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softavielovesithard · 8 months

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PINNED POST. READ IT. BITCH. [In process of updating!!!!]

[Minors. Ageless blogs, blank blogs, and anyone discovered to be doing predator shit will be blocked (and reported, in a few of those cases]

Don't worry, I'm not gonna do that early tumblr thing where I type in all caps and call you a motherfucker every other sentence.

Hello, all! I'm Avie, a 31 year old nonbinary, switch, polyamorous, futchy dyke with raging AuDHD and Problematic Kinks ™️. This is a hard kink blog. Some of the contents *will* make you uncomfortable. And that's okay! If it's too much you can block me, I'm not worried about it. That being said, what you're not going to do is send me asks telling me that I'm a danger to "real lesbians' and you hope I get raped for real. Yeah, it's happened, and if you're someone who thinks that's okay to do, you need to take a long look in the mirror and ask yourself what the fuck is wrong with you. Kink is kink. Kinks between enthusiastically consenting adults are fine. If you can't handle that, don't call yourself kink positive, and don't enter kinky spaces because you're clearly not mature enough to be there.

Now that I've said that, let's jump into some of the kinks you'll find on this blog. Some of these I'd like to explore in a kink setting some day, others are strictly fantasy. Which is my business, don't assume:

Orientation play - Could be anything from being gay and trans to being ace, though I'm not into the "being fixed" flavor. Not into misgendering/detransition kinks.

CNC - soft and hard

Rape play

Ageplay

Age gaps (I like older people. Reminder that I'm *31* so like, 40+ is very hot to me)

Incest play (older brother, father, uncle, grandpa? Maybe?)

Forced to cheat (this is new and I'm still figuring it out)

Being made to enjoy forced stuff

Piss!!!

Breeding and creampies

Gentle, affectionate degradation/pet names

Public sex, especially on public transit and in nature

Intox play

Monsterfucking - werewolves, tentacles, and ghosts being the big ones, but not the only ones.

Size different/size queen shit

Fucked while on the phone

Fucked by customers (long-suffering retail worker), doctors, older friends/bosses, anyone who has some authority over me.

Autism-friendly play (see * on Hard No list)

As you can see, some decently hard shit. Again, if you don't like, just block me. Despite these kinks, I'm a pretty soft person. I like it when forcing me to feel pleasure and enjoyment in things I shouldn't is at the root of these kinks, not hate or degradation. So here is my list of shit I'm *not* into:

Harsh/mean degradation

Being called worthless, stupid, etc. Lovingly saying I'm going dumb from pleasure is okay.

Misogyny, patriarchy, white supremacy.

Cutting, bruising, face slapping, beating, choking, suffocation via head until water, burning/branding, knives or guns, genital mutilation...you get the picture. The only pain I'm into is the pain of an initial, too-big stretch, but even that needs to end in pleasure. I live with chronic pain, I don't want to deal with pain in kink, too.

Scat, vomit, spit, swallowing semen

Total loss of autonomy

* anything like being forced to look you in the eyes, sensory overstimulation, taking advantage of me during meltdowns, removing comfort items, making me eat/taste things I'm averse to.

Weight/food/ED stuff

Pregnancy! Pregnancy risk is hot, breeding is hot, but actual pregnancy kink toward me is a Hard No

Bloggers beware: pro-ana/pro-ed/fatphobic blogs will be blocked immediately

Basically, I like hard kinks coming from soft places. Is that a contradiction? I don't really think so.

I welcome and LOVE talking to others! I like being a slut! That being said:

I prefer asks over dms. I repeat, I PREFER ASKS OVER DMS.

Asks can be about anything! Scenarios, fantasies, questions, anything. Again, I like openly being a slut lol

If you dm me "hey," if we're talking and I'm doing all the work to maintain the convo, if you ask me for pics (I'll give them out if I feel like it, not on request), if you're younger than 25, if you violate my boundaries - depending on the situation I'll ignore/delete it or possibly block you.

You're allowed to send pics and vids at any point, no need to ask! Also in looove with piss gifs/videos, but if you're going to send me one (yes please) I'm begging you to drink water first. Hydrate, babes!

...okay, I think that's everything. Sorry for the long as fuck post! Once more, if it's clear you haven't read my pinned I'm gonna block you. You need to learn how to respect boundaries if you're going to do, well, anything in life, but especially being in kinky communities. If you can't even read one post, you don't belong here.

Have fun, send me naughty shit!!

~ Avie

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happybird16 · 2 years

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How do you think Levi would react to coming home to find his pregnant wife cleaning the cat liter box?

That's yuck as it is but is especially not good for pregnant women due to the risk of a parasite that can be spread associated with kitty box duty.

Levi finds you cleaning and even though you're wearing a mask and gloves like is suggested is horrified to find you doing it at all.

You tell him you know he's had a hard day and know he doesn't like to do it and are technically being safe and wanted to finish it before he came home. What's he do?!

Sorry for the late response! This ended up being about the cat way too much lol. Here’s a 2.6k-ish word drabble!

Warnings: pregnancy mention, animal feces mention, some drama, brief mention of a possible miscarriage, otherwise very sfw and Levi is very sweet!

“Do you have to watch?” The question is a bit muffled, lips brushing against the soft cloth of your mask.

Sharp green eyes only blink slowly in response, an ear flicking. The cat always watches you, sitting nearby on an old table you’d moved down to the basement years ago. She seems almost proud, observing you clean up her mess. Like a queen, watching a peasant break their back in order to please her.

You had found her outside during a rainstorm, mewling softly below the patio. It’d taken some effort, crawling frantically through the dense underbrush in an attempt to reach the source of the desperate pleas. Sharp thorns biting into your skin and cold mud bleeding through your clothes, you clawed and clawed through the roses blocking the small cavern beneath. Heart beating loud in your ears, your pulse so frantic you could feel it in your throat, but finally there she was. A tiny mess of black wet fur, barely big enough to fill your hand. Abandoned, shivering from the rain, bright green eyes desperate for help.

“What did you do?” Your husband had asked, nose curling up at your bedraggled form. No doubt unhappy at the muddy footprints tailing through the entryway, or the small spots of red bleeding through your clothes. “You're filthy.”

Levi had protested the moment he’d spotted her, curled up protectively in your arms. “No. We don’t need a pet,” he’d said, crossing his arms in the middle of the kitchen. Eyes hard, his shoulders tense as if preparing to weather a storm. “They’re just a mess,” he’d said, backing away a bit as you approached, mewling mass in hand. “No. No no no.”

The very moment she was in his arms, burrowing into the warmth of his chest and staining his shirt as he thoughtlessly held her close, you’d won. “Oh,” the sound was so soft, almost a disbelieving coo. It seemed to take all the breath from his lungs, silvery eyes becoming soft and weak. “Hi, kitten.”

“Alright,” he’d acquiesced, using one finger to smooth out the wet fur on the very top of her little head. From his facial expression, it almost seems as though the shivering, no doubt starving little beast had somehow wounded him.

You think, in that moment, you’d somehow, impossibly, had a brief glimpse into the future. Or maybe it was a vivid daydream, brought on by the soft, wounded awe on his face. A vision of Levi holding a newborn, their head coated in a thick tuft of black hair. The same, almost fearful wonder filling his features as he cradles the small child to his chest.

“But you're cleaning up after it.” And of course, as always, Levi goes and ruins the moment with his mouth.

Despite his intention, Levi had immediately become attached to the little beast. He’d never had a pet growing up, didn’t know how to handle having something so foreign in the house. A creature that, despite a language and species barrier, seemed to understand him and find comfort in his presence. A constant companion, lovingly wedging itself between you in the bed and taking up as much space as possible.

It was almost cute, the way Levi had immediately done all sorts of research, determining which plants were dangerous and which cleaning products were no longer viable. Whether she was old enough to be off of milk or which foods would be best for a growing kitten. Those first few weeks, your husband often came home with armfuls of toys, treats, and cans of wet cat food.

You almost laughed the first time you’d found him dozing on the couch, a quickly growing mass of black fur purring softly on his chest. Despite his desire to not become attached, the black spot never seemed to leave his side. She’s his cat, even to this day.

She's only grown larger in the passing years, now a full grown adult. Her chest wide, tail long and fluffy, finally growing into her giant paws only a few years ago.

Now she sits, her chest puffed out proud and regal, long fur perfectly brushed by your husband on a near daily basis. Years from now, will you feel the same about your own child? That your years together have passed far too quickly, time disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It’s odd to think that the future you saw, all those years ago, is now only a handful of weeks out. Your belly is growing heavier and rounder by the day.

Gripping the scoop in your gloved hand, you dig at a relatively fresh spot of wet litter, the clay dark and lumpy. Ammonia fills your senses, strong enough to almost make your eyes water. Curling up your nose, you deposit the mess into a small plastic bag. “You're a menace, you know that Sweetheart?”

It’s not her name, but she has so many cute little nicknames at this point you aren’t sure she’d respond to her actual title. Both you and your husband seem to refer to her by anything but.

“Mmrph.” She responds, humming an odd chirp.

There’s a large smattering of grey clay dusted all around the box, somehow spraying almost a foot from the edge of the plastic. “Why do you always kick up so much litter?”

The smell of the next scoop almost makes you gag. “It’s no wonder Daddy insists on coming down here every day.” You can’t even imagine letting this fester for a week, much less longer.

It’s a new habit you're trying to build, referring to Levi in such a way. Even now, sitting all alone except for a furry companion, the moniker makes your heart do somersaults. Something squeezes in your chest, butterflies filling your stomach and emotion welling up in your throat far too easily.

Other than this, the basement is pretty much storage. Boxes upon boxes of little knickknacks and photo albums. Stack of old books from college days, both yours and his. A quickly growing pile of furniture, as Levi clears out his office to make room for the newborn.

There's a series of round brownish spots splayed out in almost a spray, staining the cement floor in the far corner of the room. “You threw up, too?”

“Mrrrah.”

“Making even more work for Mama, huh?” That’s a new term as well, something a bit more difficult to get used to.

“Mhmmrp.”

“You're awfully chatty today, huh princess? Do you like to watch…”

“What do you think you're doing?” Levi startles you, his deep voice cutting you off mid sentence. Heart racing from the small jolt, you turn to watch him speak from the top step. The stairs creak and groan, though still much quieter than you could ever hope to achieve, in his descent.

He looks so handsome in his white button up and dress pants. The sleeves carefully folded up to expose his toned forearms and bulging veins. Levi may hate wearing a ‘monkey suit’ to the office everyday, but damn if he doesn’t make it look good.

“Levi! Your home early!” You call, putting the litter scoop down with a soft clack.

The cat jumps, abandoning the table and quickly crossing the basement to greet him. Stretching, she puts her paws up on his knee so Levi can lean down and pat her head. “Hey there, kitten,” he greets right back.

It’s funny that he still calls her that, even after all this time. She’s far from a kitten now.

Pulling down your mask, you walk -not quite waddling, though it’s closer than you’d like to admit- over to greet your husband at the bottom of the stairs.

“Why are you down here? I heard noises.” Levi’s gaze bounces from your face to access the room, trailing to the box you’d just abandoned.

Heat floods your face, dusting along your cheeks and the tips of your ears. “I was just talking to myself.”

“I know you were talking to the cat, you do that all the time.” Obviously, you knew he knew, but it feels embarrassing to hear out loud. The cat has such an intelligent, knowing, look in her eyes and is so responsive, you really can’t help but chatter back and forth. Sometimes you even attempt to mimic the odd chirps right back at her.

”That wasn’t what I was talking about,” Levi continues, his voice suddenly firm. “You shouldn’t be down here, it’s not good for you.”

“It wasn’t too hard for me to get down the steps,” you sooth thoughtlessly, waving a hand in the air as if to say ‘no big deal’.

An understatement if there ever was one. Truthfully, it was a bit difficult to navigate down the old creaky steps, trying to see your feet around your growing belly. The added awkward weight certainly didn’t help, making you feel constantly off balance.

You feel so useless, this far into your pregnancy. On leave from work, all you can do is sit around at home and wait. Wait for the laundry to get done, wait for the next episode of your current favorite show to air. Wait for the next meal to fill your stomach, constantly gnawing at your insides no matter how much you snack. Wait for Levi to come home from his long shifts at the office, hopefully for his next free day to spend together. Wait for the day that your water breaks, followed by a subsequent rush to the hospital.

It’s only been two weeks and you already feel like clawing your eyes out, every muscle in your body screaming to move move move. Your brain is begging you to do something, anything.

“No. I told you before that cat litter is dangerous for pregnant women.”

Oh. “But…I was wearing a mask,” you start, lip quivering as your husband's gaze doesn’t get any less stern. “…and gloves,” you hold your wrists up showing the latex encasing the digits.

Levi only clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “ I told you not to. That was a bad idea in your condition.”

“But…you always complain about doing the litter…and…,” you trail off, cut short by the serious look on his face.

“The ammonia could be bad for you,” Levi explains, “and there’s that nasty parasite that can cause miscarriages.” Even though the cat doesn’t set paw outside, Levi still worries endlessly at the possibility. “Plus, you shouldn’t be hunched over like that anyways.”

Just like when you’d found the kitten, he’d immediately started researching the moment you’d tested positive. Buying tons of little advice books and glaring into his phone during bouts of frantic googling. During your doctor's appointments, the man always comes prepared with a whole list of questions, using terminology far beyond what you care to understand.

Hormones raging, tears build up along the corners of your eyes. These days it feels like you're always on the verge of something, be it unfettered rage or a long hard sob. You can already feel your throat tightening, filling with the sour emotion. “Don’t be mad! Please!”

Levi’s never been mad at you before. In all your years together you’ve never fought once, not even a tiny little squabble. But for some reason, right now, with your mind filled with such odd frantic upset, you obsess over it. You’ve heard him yell before, only ever at strangers and Hange, but now you imagine it aimed at you. The shadow of his voice loud, angry, echoing in your ears in unfiltered rage.

You’ve waited so long for this. Struggled and hoped, trying again and again, Levi at your side, for the day you’d welcome a new life into your home. And now you're ruining it with your carelessness. His imagined disappointment weighs heavily on your shoulders, only making the emotion in your throat tighter. A large ball that you struggle to swallow around, barely managing to keep a sob from bleeding through.

“Shh. Shh. Come here.” Hand soothing along your back, Levi pulls your hip to rest right against his own. “I’m not mad.”

“You just do so much!” On top of everything he already does, the man is even putting in extra hours at the office while you're on leave, attempting to help smooth out the gap left by your reduced pay. Hospital bills approach, after all. “You work so hard and I spend all day doing nothing! I just wanted to do something little to help out.”

“You don-,” Levi starts, but you interrupt, voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m sorry-,“ there’s a rough, wet hiccup that you couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry-,” a full on sob finally escapes your throat. “I just feel so useless lazing around every day.” You haven’t even been out of your pajamas for a week, simply switching to a new pair in lieu of your ill fitting day clothes.

Sensing your worry, the cat brushes against your leg. Soft fur brushing against the leg of your pajama pants, rumbling calmly as she purrs to comfort you. It does, but only a little.

“No no no.” Levi pulls you into a tight hug, swaying you gently and pressing a quick kiss into your hair. Wetting his crisp white shirt, your cry into the fabric, shoulders shaking. Mouth suddenly, somehow, feeling both too wet and too dry, your running nose only adds to the stain.

“Hey, hey. Look at me love.” Pulling you back from the hug, you blink hard to clear away the blurry wetness and meet his gaze.

Fingers smooth along your cheeks, clearing away the tear lines with soft strokes. “You're not just lazing around, you're growing a new life. Our daughter is growing right here.” Levi’s free hand smooths along your stomach, a wide circle against your rounded skin. “You're doing more than enough.”

“But…”

“But nothing. You don’t have to do anything else.” With the soft words, Levi pulls you back into the embrace. It’s a little funny, how the both of you have to bend in order to hug now, your growing belly pressed against his flat one.

Fingers drum into your shoulders. “You do so much to help me out every day that you don’t even realize. Let me handle little things like this, just for now,” Levi states, calm tone and patient.

“O…okay.” It’s amazing how, with just a few soft words, Levi’s managed to ease your upset. Maybe that’s part of the inconsistent waves of hormones too, you think.

“I brought home dinner…and more pickles,” Levi spits the last word out, his face twisting up in a dramatic display of distaste.

Despite loving vinegar as a cleaning product, Levi absolutely abhors the taste. Still, he endeavors to suffer through your cravings with you, tasting all of your odd concoctions, day after day, and complaining the entire time. He’s always so overdramatic about it, just last week scrunching his face up tight and almost spitting at the mix of pickles and peanut butter. The memory brings a small smile to your lips.

“Thanks…”

Said dinner is no doubt healthy, carefully picked out for your dietary needs. Levi’s far more strict about it then you’d care to be. After all, you sorely miss night time chats over steaming cups of tea. A little caffeine couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Go wash your hands. I’ll finish up here,” Levi starts, eyeing the spot of vomit in the corner.

Turning towards the steps, Levi stops you with a firm grip on your wrist. “Remember, we’re a team. We’re in this together. Don’t ever stress about not doing enough.”

“Mrrph.” The cat chimes in, already mounting the steps in your stead, silent despite the old wood.

“See,” Levi starts, nodding his head towards the feline. “Rose agrees. We’re a family, we take care of each other.”

#asks #moot.Eliza #mydrabbles #CatDad!Levi #Dadvi #levi ackerman fluff #levi/reader #Levi x reader #Levi x reader fluff #tw; pregnancy #tw; miscarriages #it’s just mentioned as a possibility though #levi ackerman #attack on titan #I can go eat dinner now yayyyyy

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chvnnie · 2 years

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Hello, I'm here again b/c you said hours are open!

I didn't see a restriction list of what you will or not write, if you're comfortable with writing this, then can this please be a request but if not, then this just can be a hard thought.

But I feel Hyunjin would love dollification, he'd love to put your hair in braids, put make-up on you, dress you up in a corset with those knee-high stockings.

& then proceed to f*ck you so good that your make-up smears everywhere & your corset rips.

'Such a good doll baby, always so wet for me'

my hard thoughts STAY open AND IT'S FOR ASKS LIKE THIS? BABY YOUR BRAIN >>> (also pls feel free to send in any thoughts (soft/hard) you may have - I MAY SUCK AT ANSWERING QUICKLY BUT I DO ANSWER THEM)

SMUT - MINORS DNI

hyunjin absolutely adores dressing you up, and always makes a big show of it. sometimes it's sudden - he comes home from work annoyed and tire, and you just look so pretty sitting on the couch. sometimes he makes sure you block out your schedule. it's going to be an all day thing and there's nothing hyunjin hates more than being interrupted.

today was the latter; 10:00 in the morning, and you're sitting on the bathroom counter in between hyunjin's legs. he leans in, carefully brushing a light pink, sparkly eyeshadow across your eyelids. face so close to yours, you can feel his breath fan across your freshly made face, the smell of mint and hints of his morning coffee enough to make you dizzy already.

he takes his time - why rush this? there's no need. hyunjin wants to relish the time spent fixing you up. you're beautiful regardless, no makeup or little, but there's just something about the heavy makeup he puts on you. it's not necessarily for looks (though it looks stellar), but for the mess.

"look up." he whispers, mascara brush nearing your eye. it's a delicate movement, not wanting to add too much but making sure there's enough to make your lashes thick and long. he also wants to be around your eye. he doesn't want to risk accidentally scraping your waterline or poking your eye, making tears well up and ruin his hard work.

no, the tears need to come later. not now.

when your makeup is done, he helps you off the counter, large hands clasping yours to make sure your feet hit the ground safely. next he does your hair, brushing it out until all the tangles and knots from sleep have disappeared. it becomes soft in his hands, letting his fingers glide through the strands with ease. the braids he does take tine, but you would expect nothing less. once he's done, he pulls some strands out, letting them frame your face, and takes a curling iron to them. the curls bounce beautifully, and hyunjin's mouth fills with salvia when he thinks about how pretty they'll bounce when he's railing you.

then comes his favorite part; the dress up. if there's one thing hyunjin loves, it's spoiling you. the sets he has for you are endless. different colors, different styles, different moods. whatever you (or him) could want, it's very likely it lives in your massive closet.

today he picks his personal favorite. light pink, delicate babydoll with a subtle corset. oh, do you look ravishing in it. he really can't get enough of the sight of you in such a pretty dress. the corset pushes your breast up just enough that they swell, but can still bounce when fucked hard enough. the skirt, however, might be his favorite part. hardly hiding a thing, the curve of your ass peeking you juuuuuuuust enough to see the lace panties he made you wear.

fuck, you look gorgeous like that.

then comes the fun part.

the breaking of his favorite little doll.

hyunjin takes a seat in a leather chair in the corner of the bedroom, having you stand before him. "spin." he commands softly, admiring his work. you really do look divine - like the perfect little doll.

much like the process of dressing you up, he takes his time. first by fucking your face, gathering your braids and pulling your head back just a bit so you're looking at him. he wants the eye contact. he wants to watch your eyes water, mascara smudging just a bit as he slowly pushes his cock down your throat. he likes when you choke around it, whimpers muffled by his length as he holds you there. he'll cum on your lips. just your lips, just enough to smear your lipgloss while leaving the rest of your face untouched (oh, and don't forget to clean it up).

then it's your turn. he throws you over his shoulder, taking you right to the bed. hyunjin slowly peels off the lace panties, obsessed with the way your slick clings to them.

"such a good doll, baby." isolating two fingers, he gently rubs your folds. "always so wet for me."

whenever he's in between your thighs, it's always a sloppy, but composed mess. his nose to chin are covered in your essence, the taste of you sweeter than any sweet he's ever consumed. your moans sound so pretty, and oh, the way you cry out for him when you cum, his name falling from your tongue like a prayer. sure to lap up every last drop, he holds a bit in his mouth before pulling away. hyunjin climbs on top of you, cheeks puffed with the bit of your release he's holding onto. slowly, like everything else, he spits it on your face, watching you cum mixed with his spit ruin your makeup just a bit more. a hand finds your face, and he smears it - all over your face, catching your pretty eyeshadow, your eyeliner, your mascara.

god. what a mess.

and this is where it picks up. this is when hyunjin can't take going slow anymore.

he rams his cock inside you, filling you to the absolute brim immediately. it takes your by surprise - the stretch painful in the most divine way. and hyunjin, sick of taking his time, quickly pulls out before slamming back in. his thrusts are fast, aggressive, low moans leaving his plush lips as he fucks you like the world is ending.

"fuck." he hisses as he grabs your hips, watching the way his cock slides perfectly inside you. "such a tight pussy, doll. am i fucking you that good?"

when you don't verbally answer, hyunjin looks up, and god, if he didn't have any self control, he would cum immediately.

tears streaming down your face, messing up your makeup even more. it's everywhere - your forehead, your cheeks, your cheek. and though your doe eyes have tears in them, you're nodding your head aggressively, making up for your lack of words.

"yeah?" he grunts out, picking up the pace. "i am, am i? you like when i break my toys? when i-"

he's cut short by the sound of fabric ripping. it doesn't take long for him to figure out what happened - a rip down the middle of your corset, breasts spilling from the grip. hyunjin pauses, mind blank at the sight. you whimper from the lack of movement, but he needs a moment. a moment to process what's happened.

and when hyunjin finally does?

well, it's a good thing you cleared your schedule, huh?

I REALLY WENT OFF I'M SO SORRY I DID NOT MEAN FOR IT TO BE THIS LONG???

#skz smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #chvnnie thots #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #hyunjin hard thought

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