#i feel like im going to melt... i still feel bad since i woke up

[movedtone0mile]

injured

bf!jaemin x F!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected sex (they're in a relationship but still-), bad English from a French person

summary: ever since you broke your leg, Jaemin takes perfect care of you

word count: 1,6k

what can I say Im in my fluff Jaemin era. It’s quick ik I just have to find more inspiration for longer and bigger projects but I have my exams soon :(

Knock knock knock.

You tried your best to get up on one leg with an exhausted sigh. You grabbed one of your crutches and hobbled over to the door with difficulty. 

However, your mood lightened up when you opened the door and found your boyfriend on the other side. He offered you a bright smile and you threw both arms around his neck, letting your crutch fall to the ground. 

“I’ve missed you!” you exclaimed as if Jaemin didn’t spend every day and night in your apartment since you broke your leg. “Well, one of us has to play the knight and the other the damsel in distress,” he chuckled, before lifting you up in his arms, “and for once, it’s not me!” True, it had been two weeks since Jaemin went to school for the both of you and bring his notes home.

He carried you to the couch, worried that you might have been standing for too long already. “You know I’m getting bored…” Jaemin looked at you, his sad expression matching yours. “I know baby, it’s not funny for you to stay all alone in here all day long, but you need to rest unless you won’t recover.” He was the one who insisted on practically moving to your apartment because of your injury. Jaemin wanted to make sure you would have everything you needed at hand -it was also a good opportunity for him to constantly shower you with affection.

“I took sushi on my way home, you’re hungry?” he said, putting you on the couch, and lifting your casted leg on the coffee table. Opening up the takeout box he had set up on the table, Jaemin handed you a box of California rolls, and you began to chat together as he shared with you the last gossip you’d missed at college. 

Eventually, Jaemin reached for the remote and turned on the TV, settling on a movie you both had been wanting to watch, you snuggled up on the couch. Jaemin had wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed the top of your head every once in a while, his attention unequally shared between you and the film. 

When the credits appeared on the screen, you were already half-asleep, your head resting on Jaemin’s shoulder. “Thank you,” you mumbled when Jaemin’s movements woke you up. “Sorry baby, I was going to put you to bed.” Your hand gripped his bicep and you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “Thank you,” you repeated. “What for?” He asked. You cradled his face into your hands and continued, “For taking such good care of me. You always know how to cheer me up.” Your cheeks slightly blushed at your own confession and Jaemin leaned in to kiss you softly. A wave of warmth and love washed through you and you melted into his embrace.

When you pulled away, Jaemin carefully scooped you up into his arms, mindful of your injured leg and carried you to your bedroom. He gently lowered you onto the bed, making sure you were comfortable. He tucked you in, fluffing your pillows and adjusting the blanket to keep you warm before joining you.

“You know I hate to see you like this,” he said, stroking your belly under your tank top. “See me like what?” you asked as you played with his hair strands. “Well, hurt…” Jaemin pouted. Your heart melted at his words and you invited him to sit up to face you. « It’s ok Jaemin, I’m not hurt. It’s true that I get bored staying home all day, but I’m glad you’re here with me, and you make me feel so loved and cared for, it takes all my pain away. » His eyes softened and he leaned in for your lips to meet again. 

At the first chance you got, you slipped your tongue inside his mouth to entangle it with his, wanting to feel more of him. The kiss grew more intense as heat rushed to both of your cheeks, and you had to hold his shoulders for support. His hands sneaked under your shirt, giving you goosebumps as they travelled your skin. With his thumbs right under your chest, he pulled away and asked with joined eyebrows “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…” For only answer, you lifted your top beneath your head, guiding his head toward your cleavage. Immediately, he executed and kissed every part of your body he could reach, laying you down in the process. When his mouth got to your nipples, he accorded them extra attention, licking and sucking each one after the other. Entangling your fingers with his locks, you relaxed onto the mattress. 

You had missed the intimacy. Jaemin was too scared of hurting you to do anything, even though you assured him you would be alright if you both were careful of your leg. However, of course, you two couldn’t stay apart for very long. 

“Please baby, tell me if it hurts,” he demanded, his expression genuinely concerned. “I will, but please, do something,” you begged, impatient. Sometimes he was so cute you just needed to have him. After discarding his own shirt, Jaemin got on top of you, his head plunged into your neck, where he licked and kissed your tender flesh. Gently, he pulled down your pyjama shorts and began to play with your clit all while kissing you feverishly. His fingers alternated between stroking your entrance and drawing circles on your bundle of nerves, this he did more and more quickly. Your moans and sighs died into his mouth as your tongues danced together. 

You groped his arms, feeling the muscles contract under your touch. For a moment, you allowed yourself to relax into his embrace and enjoy being pampered once again. It was good to be close to him, the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of his kisses were both soothing and exciting. Gradually, you wanted more, you needed more of him, so you pleaded to. 

With his signature smile, you loved so much, he pulled down his sweats and briefs, before doing the same with your panties. “Wait!” You looked down, worried. “I have to get you more comfortable than that.” He insisted, and you smiled fondly at him resting your broken leg on a pillow. You cradled his head into your hands, redirecting his eyes on you, “I’ll be fine Jaemin.” He pouted for a second but finally gave in. 

Experimentally, he slid his length along your slit, getting it wet enough for his next move. When you begged him to do something, Jaemin entered you inch by inch, careful not to get too excited. It had been weeks since you last did it. You were both eager to touch each other, but Jaemin couldn’t get past the fear of hurting you, yet. 

Sliding your arms under his to grip his back, you invited him closer, your nipples now brushing against his chest with every thrust he made. He started slowly, mainly grinding while deep inside of you. His eyes were shut tight and your head was thrown back onto the pillows, whimpers flooding out of your mouth. 

Even if he wanted to keep it as soft and slow as possible, the more you get, the more you want. So Jaemin, mainly mindlessly, began to slip out more, in order to hit deeper with every thrust. He managed to keep it slow and gentle, but you both felt that the act was becoming more intense. Your voice faltered every time Jaemin bottomed out, and his sighs turned into moans. 

« I’ve missed it so much, baby. » He said between gritted teeth. Your hand reached out for his cheek and you took in his features quietly as he ranted about how good it felt. « Been craving you for weeks. »

When you kissed again, it was even more sloppy and messy. It wasn’t like how you used to do it. You and Jaemin usually went at it like bunnies, grinding and bouncing on each other restlessly. But now that your injury prevented you from doing so, you had to find an alternative, try something new. 

It was good to relax with each other, to move slowly and feel the moment. Jaemin laid his upper body on top of you, trying his best not to put all of his weight onto you, and focused on chasing both of your highs. The feeling was new, you usually felt almost overwhelmed when you slept together, but right now, your body was so relaxed that it was hard to distinguish the coil building in your abdomen, between all of this mellow atmosphere. 

And when it snapped, it didn’t feel like anything you’ve felt before. It was sweet, and refreshing, like a cold shower on a burning summer afternoon. You clung to Jaemin, who continued to move, despite your walls clenching around him so tight it was getting difficult to pull out. When you sucked him in a last time, he let go and achieved to come. His body tensed and he waited for every drop to be milked, the sensation of his release flooding inside of you wresting whines from you. 

You stayed like this for a moment, still, catching your breaths, Jaemin still inside of you. Eventually, he reluctantly pulled out and peppered kisses all over your tired face, before he got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth. Cleaning you up, he whispered sweet words to you, which soothed you, despite the uncomfortable sensation of the wet fabric on your skin. 

Back under the covers, he snuggled in your chest while you lazily stroked his blonde hair. “You see, you didn’t hurt me,” you murmured, but he was already fast asleep. You would probably have to remind him tomorrow.

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #nct scenarios #jaemin smut #jaemin fluff #jaemin x reader

[gloomir3]

greyson interrupted info here

what it would be like being in a LEGAL age gap relationship with daryl dixon

send me requests 😘

warnings: age gap of 18 years (daryl is 41 in this so that makes the reader 23), nothing to bad honestly, uhhh weapons???, toxicity and being way to overprotective and jealous??? she/her pronouns used, based in prison/alexandria era, daddy issues, detailed kissing ??

~

you guys met in the woods just the two of you, you bet held each other at gun point and didn’t trust each other at all

slowly you both started to trust each other, still keeping distance and asking each other necessary questions

daryl usually heartlessly killed people, but not women and what confused you was “what makes me different from any other person you have killed?”

he thought about it but just hummed as a response, he didn’t care about you yet and to him you were probably just another dead girl

months go by •

you were getting used to everybody, a very shy gal but the only person you felt comfortable talking to was daryl.

daryl felt better you only talked to him

you didn’t know if that was just a joke but he looked serious and all you did was laugh at him

daryl loved his best brother rick, but not when you were talking to him, you seemed calmer with rick and that infuriated daryl

he didnt know why that made him so upset but it did

its not like you were together or anything.

daryl shouted your name and you whipped your head around and a smile immediately planted on your face

you jogged over to him and he looked down at you, “can i show you sum?’” he had a really think accent and deep

you of course obliged and followed him to his motorcycle

he drove out of the prison and down the road, you wont even lie, the feeling of the evening summer wind on your body made you sleepy

you fell asleep on daryl’s back as he drove

the motorcycle coming to a stop made you wake up and you hopped off the bike and looked around…

“woooaaaahh where did you find this??” daryl had taken you to an abandoned park and you looked around and the scenery was amazing

your inner child smiled

you looked at daryl and then at the swings

“race you there?” “no absolutely not.” you ran anyways ofc

daryl got to the swings 30s after you and you were already swinging “your a whole child.” “im only 23!!”

daryl watched as you had fun swinging on the swings, his heart melted, you looked so happy

and the girl he knew was shy, scared, but also strong and hiding something

and he found it

he just needed to dig more

“why don’t you smile more?” daryl asked the girl as she cane to a stop on the swing

“idk i’ve never seen you smile so why should i.” she retorted

daryl looked at her features, “you really remind me of someone.” daryl said to her

“yeah? and who’s that?” she asked getting up walking over to the man sitting on the swing

you where hovering over daryl and he grabbed your hips standing up now looking down at you.

he moved a strand of your hair out of your face and moved it behind your ear and cupped your face with one hand slowly moving his thumb on your cheek keeping one hand on your hip.

you looked at him with big doe eyes, daryl was going feral on the inside right now.

you ran your hands through his hair pulling him down towards your face, foreheads touching before your lips locked in a powerful kiss

your hands pulled at his hair, both his hands where on your back holding you up since you where so short, you smiled into the kiss, and giggled before making the kiss even more intense

the kiss lasted a good 30 seconds before you both pulled away “what took you so long?” you smiled.

a couple more months go by •

you and daryl have been in a relationship for a couple weeks now, its different

you didn’t know why it was so different but it just was

you didn’t mind it

you too shared a big cell now in the prison

you always woke up before him so staring at him and looking at his sleeping features really made you happy

you get impatient waiting for him to wake up so you pepper his face with kisses and he says its annoying but we all know deep down he loves it a lot

he slowly gets up and you get up behind him.

he turned around looking at you “when did you get that piece?” he said flicking at your shirt

“your closet.”

daryl grabbed his other flannel hanging on the chair in your guys room and started buttoning it up, before you took over buttoning his shirt up as he stared down at you before you started to talk.

“i was wondering if you could teach me how to ride a motorcycle?” you said staring up at him

he smiled

“thats the hottest thing you have ever said to me.” he said picking u up by your waist and slinging you over his shoulder

you where uncontrollably laughing as he carried you outside the prison to his bike

Maggie and Beth stared at you too and then Beth looked at her sister “damn they are already in the honeymoon stage.”

daryl took you to three different places, he even found this abandoned car garage and guess what

thats where you found your first motorcycle

you jogged over to the bike and slung one leg over it

you searched the bike for a second “well would you looky here.” you looked at the ignition and pulled out they keys jingling them at daryl

“its yer’ lucky day girl.”

-alexandria-

its been a couple years that you and daryl have been together

its been very stressful lately

the prison got overrun

the group was living off of poison berries and lake water

when you found alexandria a man named spencer had taken a liking to you

you were a people pleaser to say the least

but he made you comfy

and you were scared to say something in regard of his feelings

you just let him make you uncomfy

you dont know why you did

and you definitely should have said something bc

daryl beat the living shit out of spencer

for touching you

“you ever touch my girl again i will not stop, ya hear?!”

you grabbed daryl by his shirt dragging him away leaving spencer on the ground

“are you okay?” he asked you

“am i okay?- dary- omg- what the hell is wrong with you?!”

“i was protecting you.”

“you aren’t protecting-”

you both walked into the house and he grabbed you by your arm before you could lecture him again

“im not gonna let anyone. anyone. touch you ever. you are mine. no one else can touch you except me.”

later you and daryl decided to go scavenging for food until you found a cube van full of food, water, soaps, clothes etc

“score!”

you both drove the cube van to alexandria

daryl drove with one hand and a cigarette in his other hand

“ yk you have never called me any nicknames? “

“ive thought about every name in the book. sweetheart, sunshine, love, baby, princess-“

“i like princess.”

daryl smiled at you putting this cigarette in his mouth, grabbing your hand

you snatched the cigarette out of his mouth before putting it in yours. daryl immediately grabbed it back

“no absolutely not, nice try though princess.”

you scoffed and blushed looking out the window

looking at the sunset you said something impulsively

“we should get married.”

“hey princess yk where the tape is?” daryl said behind you

“should be in the junk drawer.” you said going to wash your hands when you didn’t realize the water was boiling hot

“FUCK!”

“what?!”

daryl quickly turned the sink to cold water as he went to touch it and it was still really hot

“gas pipe probably broke.”

he immediately went to the fridge and grabbed a couple bottles of water and then grabbed a bowl

“put your hands in the bowl baby.”

he poured the cold water over your hands and then opened the fridge again and put ice in the bowl

you looked at him teary eyed

“aw poor thing.” he pulled you into a hug and you put your head on his chest

“your hands feeling any better.”

you sniffled on him and nodded

“that hurt like a bitch.”

“language.” he joked “i know, we can heal it right up.”

he kissed your head and ran his hands through your hair before walking away and coming back with a rag

“the upstairs bathroom has cold water.” he informed you before rubbing a cool damp rag on your face

you and daryl decided to do some target practice

you had gotten a little rusty and obviously asked for daryls help

daryl stood behind you and guided your hands on the gun

you got a little red in the face

daryl noticed

he laughed for a second before looking you in the face “your so cute.”

“shut up.”

you walked away going over to the ammo bag

“here i have something.”

you turned around and saw daryl on one knee holding a ring

“it was carol’s she said to give it to you but thats not the point,” he laughed “will you marry me?”

you and daryl had a small ceremony

weeks being together you were finally all his

you and daryl walked holding hands

there was a loud scream behind you guys

“BREACHH!!”

you both looked at each other

“stay here” he told you and you fought back

“listen to me princess, stay here.”

you ofc weren’t gonna listen, you had training in killing walkers, so why all the sudden was he saying no

“o-okay i’ll stay.” daryl kissed you on the forehead and walked away

you looked back walking away from him pulling your gun out of its holster and loading the chamber holding the dun down at your side before pulling the knife out and keeping it in the other hand

a walker made it’s way toward you as you kicked it back and as it fell on the ground you stabbed it in the head

turning around a walker was behind you before you could stab it, it fell on top of you

grunting to shove it off of you you finally got your arm enough strength to reach the knife up and stab it as soon as a crossbow went through its head and it fell limp on top of you

“daryl im not arguing with you about this, im helping enough said.”

“behind you” he said and you turned around and shot the geek coming to get you again

daryl scoffed at you and you honestly thought he was gonna try and stop you again, but he didn’t

“fine, just don’t die.”

a basic recap•

daryl loves you a lot

your age doesn’t stop daryl from loving you

your his princess

being with daryl is a dream and you and him are both very lucky to have each other

him doing things to make you feel loved makes you feel special knowing he wouldn’t do it it for anyone else except you

you have been together for years now and years to come.

#twd daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #twd angst #twd x reader #daryl x reader #daryldixon #twd headcanons #thewalkingdeadheadcanons #daryl dixon headcanons #rick grimes #beth greene #maggie rhee

[lamafuntrolls]

(MAKING stories m'y thing,same whit ships,and i saw a really good one on wattpad and add to Do it)

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Trollex pov

I was waithing at techno Beach like Poppy told me in her letter ,but it Been two hours since i wait,i was getting really tired and i turned to leave,went the bus finally arrives.

I quickly went in too see all the other leaders were here. I tried looking for a seat.

Definitly not beside Barb,even if she was kinda the only one i New,so i just sat at the back. after a few minutes of travel i started to fall asleep.

I woke up went i started hearing cheering,i looked out the Window to see some trolls out There cheering went the bus arrived,what i didn't realize is that all the leaders already got off a few minutes ago.

I réalised it went synth asked were i was,i blushed of imbarrasment ,greet way to arrive..

I got off the bus and i was Suddenly attack by some Pink arm Higgins me.

Poppy:welcome King trollex,you kinda went off late Do

Trollex :ya...sorry about that....

Synth:lex what Up

Trollex :yo synth,so how it Been going

Synth:it awesome, trollstopia best place ever!after techno reef of corse

poppy:all right now that you all here ,LET PARTY

Few Times later

I now IM normally a party troll,but being around unknow peaple was a think IM kinda scared of,so i just Stayed at the food table.

Then synth came too me.

Synth:Bro Côme on you cant stay here for ever

Trollex :i now,but....

Synth:i now,your scared of New peaple,but dont worried,i be here,and it wont hurt meething the other ambassadeurs right

Trollex :well....

Synth:all right let go!!

Hé grande m'y two bands and draged me to the other ambassadeurs and the leaders.i try insisting but hé wont listen,so i was now facing the others.

I mean it wasn't bad at the beguining ,evryone was just intraducing themself,and they were all Kind,well rénové Barb out of it.

Do i didn't see the funk ambassadeur wet,mayby it was Cooper. But i wasn't sure so i asked the funk famille.

Trollex :umm excuse me but were your ambassadeur,unless it Cooper

Essence:oh hé Will be here soon

Prince d:His the coolest troll ever

Cooper:His voice can Melt anyone,even m'y pie haha!

u wasn't surprise it was going to be a cool troll,i mean,Manu funk trolls are like that. So i wasn't expecting to see a troll that really seemed cooler then any others.

For some weird reason the more hé got closer the more nervous i got,m'y Heart was beathing faster then the light,and m'y face was a Deep shade of purple.

When hé was close to me i could feel myself sweething,m'y stomach did a double twist,and i never felt that nervous around someone.

lownote:well hello There King trollex,im lownote jonh, ambassadeur of the funk trolls

OMG,is voice was so Deep,but Soft,Cooper wasn't kidding went he Said hé could Melt anyone whit is voice.

Trollex :umm...em....eee..i..im..well...yo..you now h..hihi....

Suddenly some trolls called him and went to them,i finally took a Deep breath went i realise i wasn't breathing,no one seemed to réalisés it,only to trolls...

At techno lagoon

I was going to sleep at synth house tonighi still though about lownote,wich i didn't realise i was blushing and synth was looking at me while i was Day dreaming.

Synth:océan to lex,your here!!!!!!

Trollex :(snaps put)hein what!

Synth:dude you literlly were Day dreaming ,and i think i now what you were thinking abouttttt

Trollex :pif i wasn't

Synth:you like lownote

Trollex :pif no......do those hé like anyone

Synth:wellll i could Tell you,but i now someone Who likes himmm

Trollex :oh shut Up,it nothing, tomorrow it Will pass bye ,now good night

Synth:as you Day so....

The best morning

Me and synth were ending to the meething mushroom,as synth called it.

the thing was,m'y seat was right beside lownote,and BARB!!!!!that Day couldn't get worse,i sat down at by s'est,i was nervous and sweething bad,i could feel a small Blush crall on my face...

A few Times later

i sat down crying close to a tree,i Hayes that Girl,i then though again of what happend

~flashback at the meething~

I looked at lownote,not réalisons barb smirk on her face,i was way to lost in his eyes...

Barb then Started yelling.

Barb:well,looks like you got a New you fish stick

I Snapped out and looked at her death clare,but she didn't seem to care.

Barb:hey lownote,fish stick was literlly looking at you during the holllllle meething you now!

me and lownote were both blushing,hé then looked at me,i His m'y face in m'y arms,and she kept going.

Barb:mayby one dayyy you both would finish un a bed and make him father then hé already His ,funk neck

I slap her ard whit m'y fin,MAKING her n'ose bleed,i then punch her too the Ground leaving bruses on her,i then Sean out as fast as i could in the forest~

~end of flashback ~

I continue crying but arder,i didn't cartes if i ran out of water,i just wanted to disapear after this.

I Heard foot steps and didn't care,untill the troll put it hand on my solder and started speaking.

Lownote :umm hey trollex-

I jumped and looked at him,i was more scared this Time went i saw him Do.

trollex :l..lownote,umm look j..just f..forget it not important anymore...

Lownote :no,i came to check on you and umm Say...

Trollex :Say what??

Lownote :i..like you..tooo...

trollex:r..really

Lownote :yes,i mean,your a kind and sweet troll,well went your not mad...

hé then Kissed me on the lips,i now hé needed to ask me,but i really didn't care about it right now,i was so into it.we both Hughes each other while Kissing under a tree,i couldn't think of how this Day could get better....

#queen poppy #fanart #trolls 3 #fanfic #trollex #trolls #branch #king trollex #queen barb #poppy #Trollstopia lownote #Trollstopia #Lownote

[ohbaby-obaeme]

ungodly screeching- part 2

hello hello!! i have returned with the younger bros version. i hope you enjoy, and if you did, please drop a follow and a reblog! (psst if you can't tell from satan's section, im a huge kpop stan and my inbox and dms are always open to chat)

Satan:

he wasn’t sleeping either, absorbed in the newest edition of Nightlock Sholmes’ mysteries. He was just getting to the end of Nightlock’s monologue on his deductions of the tea museum and was about to declare the culprit responsible for killing the museum’s head teamaker, when suddenly- “AUUUAAAHHH YEAH YEAH EYAH YEAH”

his head turned to the source of the abrupt noise, pupils alarmed, then irate when he realized that no, these weren’t screams of fear (he’s heard enough in his lifetime to differentiate, seeing as he’s caused all of them), but screams of…. something? something that definitely wasn’t fear, and therefore something that wouldn’t have any excuse to be so loud.

a rage that he was well supplied with rose to his throat, burning his veins and making his skin crawl with irritation. without even needing to look at the clock buried behind the tower of books on his nightstand, he knew it was way too late for anyone to make him deal with this.

after a few seconds of breathing in through his nose, he sprung up from his armchair, Nightlock Sholmes abandoned for the time being; the teamaker’s killer given a few more minutes before their inevitable unmasking. every step was a feat, an immense effort to contain the wrath clawing its way out of his chest. but satan was nothing if not a master of control, and so he managed to make his way over to your room, teeth clenched together as he all but knocks holes into your door.

from the inside, he could hear the screaming stop, the music shut off, and your heart rate rising. you’re scared. you should be.

the door cracks open a sliver, and your eye peeks through. the sliver widens when you realize it isn’t lucifer or asmo (he could be worse than satan when his beauty sleep was interrupted) and you let out a breath. as if he wasn’t the literal avatar of wrath, most feared by the denizens of hell for his temper and violent outbursts, you flash him the most adorable smile and ask “what’s up tantan?”

satan’s…confused. on one hand, he feels vaguely insulted that you aren’t scared to find him fully pissed off at your door in the middle of the night. on the other, it melts his fiery little heart to see you flash him that smile; to not be scared of him no matter how he may appear; to know that you put that much trust in him, enough to know that even if he was angry, he would never harm you. he chooses to focus on the other hand.

a huff escapes his lips. “what are you doing?” is all he’s allowed to ask before you pull him into your room.

“have i told you yet about bts? i don’t think i have. it’s been a while since i’ve listened to human world music, what with all the student council work and using my ddd and never my phone, but!! i was just about to go to sleep today when a human song got stuck in my head, and i needed to, like needed to listen to it again!! and so i did, and then i saw another song that i recognized and another and another and soon enough i was falling down the kpop rabbithole all over again!! im sorry if i woke you but now that you’re here, wanna listen to serendipity? it’s so your style- OH WAIT STILL WITH YOU!!! THAT ONE’S GREAT LET’S-”

he’s definitely lost, but as he lies on your bed, shoulder to shoulder with you humming along next to him, he thinks maybe this isn’t so bad. maybe Nightlock Sholmes can wait for tomorrow. for now, as he stares at you smiling over the rain sounds, slowly moving to the song’s melody, he thinks “yeah. this definitely isn’t so bad.”

Asmodeus:

he was having such a pleasant dream. there was a zombie apocalypse, but instead of zombies, it was him. an asmo apocalypse. no one bit each other and there was no gross bleeding or spilling of brains, just beauty all around. a myriad of breathtaking people, all looking into mirrors or each others’ eyes and sighing dreamily, enamoured smiles on each set of lips.

the smile on his sleepy lips was, however, rudely interrupted by your shrieking. like a banshee.

the asmos in his dream suddenly explode one by one, each opening their mouth and your voice filtering through. he runs to them to try and save them, but it is always too late. all that is left when he comes to is slight tinnitus and your annoying voice still going.

he feels himself sour faster than yogurt mixed with lime juice. you wanted to die today, hm? well, he’s nice enough to make your wish come true!

fuming all the way to your door, he knocks 3 times forcefully. honestly, what were you even doing up? it was 3:23 in the morning! he knows because he wanted to pronounce a time of death when he wrangled your throat like a wet rag. you don’t mess with asmo’s beauty sleep and get off easy. didn’t you know that around midnight was the time when your skin cells were repaired? it’s bad enough that you’d be doing this to yourself, don’t do it to him!

you, of course, don’t notice his knocking, swaying instead to the song playing in your headphones. eventually, his patience runs out, and the aura of rage he emits forces the door open all on its own. feeling a searing glare on the back of your neck, you turn and almost scream yourself into a heart attack.

there he stood, the jewel of the heavens, asmodeus, the avatar of lust (and self-proclaimed beauty) himself, in a fluffy white robe with the most murderous look you’d seen on anyone. yes, even more murderous than on satan and lucifer. the mask he’d put on before bed was all dry now but still stuck to his face like a second skin, pronouncing his eye bags and a slight bump on his forehead. shit. if he’d gotten a pimple because of you, you might as well have smacked lucifer’s butt and called him cute, because you were about to d i e.

but you weren’t MC for nothing. quick thinking was your forte, your key to survival down here.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH- ah, hey asmo! you must’ve been pretty surprised to hear me singing now, huh? well i gotta tell ya- it’s all because of you!”

he stayed silent but cocked his head the tiniest bit to the side- a sign that he was listening.

“yeah! so- i wanted to listen to something really nice before i went to bed, and i thought, ‘hey! why not listen to pomade?’ since it’s so so good, and your vocals make you sound like an angel, and the beat is so catchy, and the entire thing just makes me feel like you’re right next to me-”

his aura had more or less vanished now, a fond smile on his lips once again

“and yeah, that’s how it started out hehe. but before i could stop it, another song autoplayed after yours and another after that, and since your song put me in such a good mood, i guess i kept on going. i’ll stop now-”

he rushed towards you and swooped you into his arms. “oh MC, you are such a darling! of course you love my song, it’s the best, isn’t it? it just makes you want to dance, doesn’t it? ne, how would you like to hear a live version right now? i’m so perfect i can sing even though i just woke up! don’t you think that just adds to my already overflowing beauty?”

you’re trapped in his arms, so you can do nothing but nod as he rambles on. well, you suppose it is a fair price to pay for waking him up and not facing the fury of the scorpion.

really, you’re just thanking his father that he hadn’t noticed the (quite big) pimple forming on his forehead yet. hopefully when he does, you could blame it on mammon or something.

Beel:

he was in the kitchen when your wailing began, stuffing Madame Scream’s special macaroons into his mouth while still asleep. yeah. ladies, gentlemen, and everyone outside and in between, you’ve heard of sleep-walking, you’ve heard of sleep-talking, but now, get ready forrrrr…. sleep-eating!

mans was literally dreaming about pastries while he was stuffing them in his mouth. the sheer capacity. terrifying tbh

now, your shrieking slowly opened his eyes, and he looked around blearily for a few seconds, trying to realize where he was, what he was doing, and even WHO he was. it was a deeeep sleep he was in.

when he did recollect all that though, and his slumber-fogged brain did register your yelling, he didn’t react. all he could think of was: “oh, MC’s awake.”

precious boy 🥺

never one to turn down your company, he gathers as much food from the fridge and cabinet as his muscled arms could carry, and began trudging down to your room, eyes still half-lidded.

a soft knock resounds from your door and when you turn your head to see who it is, you find a sleepy ginger-haired food thief peeking his head in, and smiling.

“Beel! what are you doing up?”

he suppresses a yawn. “Hi MC. i was sleep-eating i guess, when i heard you singing. can i stay in your room for a while?”

you nodded, watching as he settled into your bed, sitting at attention and ready to hear your ‘serenades’ again. the mountain of snacks he brought along threatens to spill from your bed, but they’re being devoured faster than you could tell him to be careful so, he’s got it you guess.

and what a weird assortment it is. “licorice dipped in mayo?” he asks, big doe eyes blinking at you. it almost makes you want to say yes. almost.

“no thanks beel.” you’re just about to start singing again when you realize. “hey, how’d you get into the fridge? i was in the kitchen earlier tonight when lucifer quadruple-padlocked it.”

he stares blankly at you for a second. “oh, i guess that’s where the hole in the kitchen wall came from.”

damn. you made a mental note to NEVER get between a hungry beel and his food.

Belphie:

he was not asleep, fortunately for you. even lucifer shies away from waking up belphie, always passing on the responsibility to beel. there’s a reason why lmao

you were spared from a repeat of lesson 16, rather being graced by a painfully awake cow staring at you through a crack in your door.

sometimes belphie experiences something close to the opposite of sleep debt, where the hours he’s actually supposed to be awake have accumulated and forbid him from sleeping. and so he begrudgingly walks the land of the living, though you can tell from his gait he’d much rather be asleep.

when this happens, he takes to roaming the halls like a ghost who died a mournful death. quietly sweeping across the halls, taking his time to observe any changes made to the house since the last time he’d been in awake-debt. he likes to gaze at the paintings, especially the cursed ones. they seem to take on a new shine in the darkest hours of the devildom, the serenity aided by the fact that not a single thing ever stirs. or so he thought

he supposes he hadn’t been in awake-debt since you came to the house. he’d been sleeping less and less, secretly putting off his sin to spend more time with you. and he decided that’s just what he was going to do now, where none of his brothers would disturb him.

you don’t notice that he’s in your room until he’s standing a literal inch away from your dancing body, until you feel the huff of his breath on the side of your neck when he asks “what are you doing?”

only 2 seconds of the blood-curling scream you let out makes its way around the walls before his hand clamps around your mouth.

“tsk, do you want to get caught by lucifer?” when you shake your head slowly, he smiles. “i’m going to take my hand off now. no more screaming, okay?” you nod, and he has to hold himself back from squishing your cheeks while he’s at it.

he lets you go only for you to spin around and glare at him. “asshole” you huff, hand on your chest to try and calm your still-racing heart. he proves his rightful claim on the title of ‘youngest’ when he has the audacity to laugh at you. he jumps onto your bed and makes himself at home, a shit-eating grin in response to your glare still burning holes through his skull.

“well? continue your awful singing, if you could even call it that” he swiftly dodges a pillow you threw at his head.

“asshole” you mutter under your breath, but clamber under the covers with him anyway. yeah, he may be a brat, but who made him one?

you

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[mariska]

its very sad and frustrating to me that i cant enjoy so much of what i always used 2 love about fall/autumn as a season anymore because of how bad my physical disabilities get flared up by the climate/weather/humidity shift etc etc...the other day i had to bail on my therapy appointment at pretty much the last minute when one of my moms and i were halfway there because of panic triggered by an autistic shutdown and being exposed to the air in combination with my heightened anxiety made my hands & wrists turn into blotchy lava lamps (that symptom specifically is due to a disease called 'CREST') and even though it was a short flareup thankfully it all of the areas that were blotchy felt like literal fire burns that were happening under my skin because it was literally inflamed under my skin. today i woke up and wanted to practice guitar for at least a few mins but its flared up more internally than it was yesterday so the inside of my throat, nose, a bit of my left eye, chest, hands, mouth/lips, feet and a small part of the right side of my chin all feel like they have lava moving around under my skin and i was in too much pain to do it, then i was like, well, i had to get this new mic headset for talking online cus i lost the usb for my other one i had been using for yrs and i havent had a chance to test it out yet, maybe i'll try doing a little video game stream on twitch to test it out since i havent done that in a while, but the crest sclerosis suddenly decided to get visibly worse with my mouth and throat and now im not sure if i can even speak properly because nobody's home at the moment and my bottom lip is deep red and swollen and blotchy going down onto my chin a bit and it feels like someone poured hot iron down my throat.

it just sucks. it was so miserably hot and humid this summer and i was inside for so much of it that there was still that kid/mid-teenaged version of me in my head feeling the temperature drop a bit and seeing some leaves start to change colors and thinking 'oh phew its finally fall i wont be melting anymore and the trees will look so pretty im excited' and ever since its actually started to feel like fall my body snapped me out of that fantasy of getting to physically feel okay and happy and relieved real fast. crest/scleroderma/systemic sclerosis (different versions of the disease that causes this symptom for me) doesnt have a cure and barely has a guideline of treatment or management because there are so many different ways it can manifest in people and affect them and my symptoms get worse and harder to control every year at the start of fall, and i just don't think i'm ever going to be able to enjoy such a beautiful season like this again in my life because of all the physical stress and pain it brings to me now. whenever i have days like these i feel like i just want to go back in time to before i had these flare-ups and live in the joy of being a kid playing outside and enjoying the foliage and the cooler weather and like. i dont know. bottle up that sensation so i can feel it again. i wish i had known there was a time limit on it. i wish i could've made it last longer somehow

[worldend]

everything hurts this is a nightmare

#i feel like im going to melt... i still feel bad since i woke up

[bakuraryxu]

help girl my brothers ex is blowing up my messages

#its been over a year since i last spoke to this crackhead #like her brain is melted i feel bad for her honestly but i think mybrother still has a thing fo rher?? #like he TOLD HER where i am going for wokr and shes being nosy asking why??!??!?! WHY WOULDHE TELL HER IM LEAVIN GM YHOUSE #im afraid she wil come here and try to take my fucking things!!! di di mention shes an addict?!?!?! #yes.... anywas.... i dont know if it would be reasonable to fang my brother for telling her what im doing so she feels the need to msg me #i woke him up from his sleep to say she was mesaging me and he was like shes just checking that im not talking shit #and it slike bro why why why woudl you tell her these things

[smutteedreams]

Hey precious! I hope you’re doing okay🥰🌸

If (and only if!) this is okay with you, may I please request a drabble with a very needy Kakashi. He simply can’t get enough of you and he’s all over you like you’re ice cream melting away! 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

Maybe he had a nightmare about losing reader, and simply wants to hold reader and he’s reassured that they’re not going anywhere and very well exist in his arms.

The rest is totally up to you to decide! I just wanna read some Kakashi fluff(even if it’s a little spicy😉hehe)

Hope you have a good night or day and please ignore this if it’s not what you’re feeling! Thanks beautiful♥️💐

Billie billie billie...idk if i love your ass for such a heartwarming request or hate you for making my single ass feel even more single (jk you know ily) plus im down bad for this hunk....so ENJOY i guess

Kakashi x reader

WARNINGS: themes of depression, insomnia and trauma, fluff, slight nsfw

Frustration is one word to describe it, the constant drifting in and out of sleep- too tired to stay awake but too scared of the nightmares that haunt him to fall asleep. After struggling like this for god knows how long, Kakashi finally opens his eyes and lets out a dejected sigh. He wasn't new to this torture. No. He was way too used to it. He shouldn't be but some things just can't be helped.

His mind started wandering off into the darkness of his soul- the loss of his comrades and his sensei, his inability to protect those close to him, the feeling that he can only bring misfortune to those around him. Before he knew, his body was shaking, mind going haywire in a constant loop of guilt. He was about to start hyperventilating when he felt movement and his gaze landed on you, curled up by his side on the bed in the apartment you shared. Your hands snaked around his chest, your legs wrapping his thighs and waist, your head on his shoulder- you were clinging to him like he was the most fragile and precious being in the universe and you never wanted to let him go. And its true, you didn't and that realization seemed to bring Kakashi out from the void in his heart and back home to you.

You woke up when you felt like you were being squeezed only to see Kakashi laying his head on your chest, tightly wrapping you in his arms as his whole body shook. It took you a minute to come out of your dazed state from being woken up and to realize what was going on.

"Kakashi?" No answer.

" Babe, are you okay?" Still no response. You suddenly felt your tshirt getting wet where Kakashi buried his face and you immediately hugged him. You pulled him closer so that his whole body was over you now and cradled him like a baby. You buried one hand in his tangled white hair while the other rubbed his back to calm him down.

"Its alright love...you're okay...you're okay. I'm right here baby and I always will be. I love you so much. Just let it out ok?" Kakashi nodded in response.

You knew about Kakashi's past. It took him almost a year into your relationship before he could talk to you about it. He cried that day, so did you. It hurt you to see the man you loved carry so much pain in his heart- pain that was too much for any person to bear alone. So you offered to share his pain. Since that day, you guys had come a long way, both as people and as lovers. Kakashi felt happy and content, even blessed, to have you in his life.

But he had his moments of relapse. Tonight was one of them. He needed to feel something, something other than despair and you made him feel loved and wanted and it frightened him beyond words could express. He was scared of losing you like he lost so many others. He was scared that you would also fade to a memory, a teaching that he would have to drill in his students.

" Promise me that you're gonna stay. I swear I'll never forgive you if you leave me behind as well."

You gave him a reassuring smile and cupped his cheek, lightly pecking his nose.

"Of course love. You know you mean the world to me, don't you? I promise I'm staying. After all, how can I leave this ass," you said as you reached to spank his scrumptious booty but Kakashi was faster and pinned both of your arms behind your head with one of his hands.

"Really? I'm not safe from your sneak attacks even now?" he said as he wiped his tears away.

You both laughed at this and you were glad that you could feel Kakashi's body relaxing gradually.

"Are you feeling a little better now?"

"Uhmhmmm...".

"Good cause I need you to move. You're squishing me!" you tell him in breathless pants. He mumbles a quick sorry before readjusting himself over you so that you are comfortable, and then burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You look down at him to find him looking at you expectantly with the cutest puppy eyes. You knew what this look meant- it meant that Kakashi of the Sharingan, the "cold-blooded" shinobi feared by his peers and enemy ninjas, wanted to be babied and was asking you to play with his hair.

You of course obliged and buried your hands in his messy hair because you loved doing it and those eyes made you melt. Your fingers roamed on his scalp, softly scratching and massaging when you suddenly felt sloppy kisses and some nibbling on your neck, on your very sensitive sweet spot- something that always ended up with you struggling to stand the next day.

"Hun, whatcha doing?" you asked in a teasing tone.

"Nothing..." he replied making the most innocent face he could come up with but failed to hide his smirk. You tugged on his hair to bring his face up to yours, crashing your lips against his in a soft but passionate kiss. The kiss got deeper and more heated as you both got needy. Soon you could feel Kakashi's erection brushing up against your clothed sex and let out a soft moan, earning a small grunt in turn from Kakashi.

His hands reached under your clothes. You let out a gasp that turned into a long moan when you felt his cold fingers pinching your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and index finger.

"I love how these always perk up at my touch" he said and bit your lower lip sucking on it ever so softly.

"W-wait...don't you have to train your little gremlins tomorrow?"

"Well yeah but I guess I can be a little late."

"Did you even plan to be on time in the first place?"

"Nope", Kakashi chuckled before pulling the sheets up hiding you both under it.

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i poured my heart and soul into this piece so i really hope i was able to give you what you want @iambilliejeanok

ASKS/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN PEOPLE

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[bumbleklee]

the first week

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: babies

before i officially start the series: if you would like to be on a tag list for this series please let me know! i didn't make one for the pregnancy series because it slipped my mind but i noticed a lot of the same people returning lol. secondly, quite a few people have sent me family/baby requests but instead of making them totally separate parts, im just going to add them into this series! so if you get a tag from me, your request is in the prompt somewhere (ex: @dragontamereg​ for khanreiah eyes) ♡( ◡‿◡ ) enjoy

diluc

If you thought one baby was difficult, try two.

And it didn’t help that you were still exhausted from the birth. Diluc felt like he was going into overdrive between tending to you and his new children. The first week felt like a never ending cycle of feeding, changing, bathing and sleeping.

Neither of you tried to be in a bad mood, but the sleepless nights and fatigue were catching up faster than you anticipated.

You had just laid down when Clara started to whine in the bassinet next to your bed. Her cries woke up Isaac and soon both babies were fussy. Your eyes pried open and you leaned over to rock the bassinet, shushing the newborn.

Diluc groaned next to you and sat up. He had dark bags under his eyes and his hair was frizzy and messy from not being able to shower in a few days.

“Can you calm Isaac down?” You asked tiredly, lifting Clara up and bringing her over to the bed.

“Why can’t you? I thought we said we would take turns,” He grumbled, though he was already getting out of bed and walking to the other side. You rolled your eyes and rocked Clara in your arms, brushing your finger against her soft tuft of hair.

“Because this isn’t something we can take turns at, Diluc,” You snapped back.

He sighed and climbed back into bed, Isaac now in his arms. The room was silent except for the occasional whines and noises from the babies. You had come to the conclusion that they just liked to wake you up for fun.

After a while, you turned your head to the side and melted at the scene. Isaac was laying on top of Diluc’s chest and they had both fallen asleep. Diluc’s mouth hung open and the baby snuggled into his warmth. You reached over to brush a lock of hair out of Diluc’s face, “My boys,” You said quietly.

At your touch, Diluc jolted awake. He was careful not to disturb Isaac, “Did I fall asleep?”

“You did,” You said, the ghost of a smile on your face. You put both babies back into their respective bassinets and Diluc lifted the blanket so you could slide next to him. “I don’t want to argue.”

“Me either,” Diluc agreed, wrapping his arms around you, “It’s just the first week. I’m sure it’ll get much easier.”

kaeya

To say Kaeya was attached to your daughter was an understatement. When you weren’t feeding her, Kaeya was tending to her. He held her close to him every chance he got, even offering to change and bathe her so you could sleep.

And he was so, so gentle with her. He didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much. You had gotten into the habit of just watching Kaeya. You didn’t know if you were ever going to have another child one day, so you treasured these moments like diamonds.

“Kaeya? The shower’s open,” You called out, twisting water out of your hair and wrapping a towel around yourself. When you didn’t get an answer, you raised an eyebrow. You changed into clean clothes and poked your head into the hallway to see the light to the nursery was on. “Kae?”

You poked your head into the nursery and stopped in the doorway, a smile creeping onto your tired face.

Calla laid on the changing table with Kaeya hovering above her. She barely kicked her feet, something she was just learning to do, and Kaeya struggled to get her legs into her onesie. “Come on, Princess,” He pleaded, tickling the bottom of her feet. Calla made a noise and Kaeya took the opportunity to dress her finally.

Once he lifted her up, he noticed you standing in the doorway. “Very cute,” You said softly, teasing Kaeya. Your husband smiled proudly.

“How was your shower?” He asked, looking for a pacifier to give to Calla.

“It was nice. You can take one now if you want,” You said. Kaeya looked down at Calla and hesitated. “I promise she’ll be here when you get out.”

You took Calla from Kaeya and brought her into your bedroom. After feeding her, you held her in your arms and she stared at you with wide eyes. Like Kaeya, she had his unique star pupil. Neither of you knew that was something that could be passed down but Kaeya was beyond shocked that it was. He wished she didn’t have it, saying something about how it didn’t represent her, but you liked it.

Calla yawned and you laid her beside you in the bassinet, rocking it before she fell asleep. Kaeya joined you in bed a little while later and rubbed his face against your shoulder, “I’ll grab her the next time she wakes up.”

“How did I get stuck with someone so wonderful?” You asked, throwing your head back. Kaeya shrugged and kissed your forehead before snuggling close to you. His eyes never left the bassinet.

childe

You didn’t know what to expect during the first week of Nikolai’s life but it definitely wasn’t a shower of gifts from your boyfriend. It seemed that everyday you woke up, there was something new on the bedside table.

“Childe, what are these for?” You finally asked after unboxing a designer dress that in no way would fit you now.

Your boyfriend poked his head into the bedroom, a coffee mug in one hand and Nikolai snuggled securely in his other arm. “Just some thank you presents,” He said casually, as if he wasn’t dropping thousands of mora with each gift.

“For what?”

Childe smiled softly and came into the bedroom, putting down his mug and climbing onto the next next to you. “For giving me this little guy,” He said quietly, “I’ll be eternally grateful.”

Your cheeks grew warm, “You helped too, you know.”

“I didn’t have to go through nine months of pregnancy and hours of labor, though.” Childe caressed Nikolai’s cheek and the baby’s eyes fluttered closed. “Do you think he knows we’re his parents yet?”

You stopped examining the dress to peer at your boyfriend, “Of course he does. You’re his father.”

“Yeah, but, you have a better bond with him. I’m just on the outside.”

You sighed and reached out to hold your hand over Childe’s, “He knows you just as well as he knows me, Ajax. You’ve been in his life as much as I have and you’ve been singing to him, talking to him and loving him. He adores you.”

Your words made Childe smile softly. Nikolai stirred in his sleep and Childe adjusted him in his arms. He was so small, so delicate, and Childe would never let anything or anyone harm him.

You snuggled back into the covers, exhausted from being a new mother, and Childe didn’t leave your side. “Thank you for the gifts,” You mumbled, your face half squished in a pillow.

“Oh, they aren’t done just yet.”

zhongli

Because of your traumatic experience in labor, Zhongli was being extra precautious with you. He didn’t like when you left the bed, even to use the restroom or grab the baby, and would much rather bring Jia to you when it came time to feed her.

The help was nice for the first few days since you were exhausted and sore but as time went on, you became ansty to just be a mother. It wasn’t like Zhongli was holding you back on purpose - he was just horrified that you weren’t yet healed from your traumatic experience and something could happen while you were up and about.

So when Zhongli ran to the store and left you home alone with Jia sleeping in the bassinet, you took this as your opportunity. Gently waking up the sleeping baby, you lifted your daughter into your arms. She snuggled into your warm embrace and slowly, and somehow calmly, woke up.

You bathed Jia yourself for the first time since she was born and afterwards, carried her to the nursery to change her into warm pajamas. For the first time all week, you were starting to feel like a mother.

“Why are you up?”

A voice broke you out of your trance and you looked up to see Zhongli standing in the doorway. He wasn’t mad, just worried, and his voice expressed that.

“You can’t hold me hostage in bed forever,” You said, picking Jia up and resting her securely in your arms.

“But what if it’s too early for you to do strenuous activity?” He questioned, frowning a bit.

You rolled your eyes, “Taking care of my daughter isn't a strenuous activity.” You stepped closer to Zhongli so you could reach a hand up and cup the side of his face, “Besides, I’m feeling much better.”

Zhongli leaned into your touch, “You’ll tell me if you need a break, right?”

“Of course I will.”

You made your way to the loveseat in the corner of the nursery and you sat down in it, enjoying the change of scenery from the bedroom for once. Zhongli’s eyes softened at the sight of you with the baby and he went to leave the room. Before he stepped out, he turned his head over his shoulder and said, “I’m proud of you.”

#diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #genshin family #genshin baby #genshin writing #genshin headcanons #genshin x female reader

[rommahh]

Love On Tour…Actually

{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}

You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.

Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.

On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.

Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.

“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.

“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.

“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.

“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.

“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.

“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”

“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”

You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.

“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.

“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.

“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.

“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.

You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.

Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.

Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.

"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.

"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.

“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.

“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.

2014

Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?

He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.

As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.

In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.

“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.

“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.

“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.

“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.

At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.

“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.

“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.

“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.

“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”

“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”

“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”

Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”

Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”

After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.

“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”

You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.

The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.

You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.

Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.

“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.

“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.

I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”

You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.

“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.

He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”

Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.

Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.

Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.

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[jin0]

no because mitch probably wakes up one morning before his girl and admires her and then he slowly realizes that he wants to spent the rest of his life with her !! he knows that he wants to spend all of his mornings lying in bed with her in his arms and when they finally get married he’s so happy that he can finally call her his wife for real this time :( and lemme just say their honeymoon is absolutely insane like he’s fucking her like his life depends on it

this absolutely RUINED ME, im literally melting !!

cause we know he has trauma about his relationships yk, but with you ?? he just cannot focus on the bad possibilities. he'd literally go to hell if you told him too !! he's in LOVE with you !!

like he'll ne waking up to you whining some fun shit in your sleep and smiling like a goof and he can't help it !! you're the woman he wants !! you're his soulmate, you own him and there's no question or doubt here !!

like let's say that this time, he wasn't the one to go on the dangerous government mission but you were ! you had to go and it your first mission, you couldn't skip it !!

he spends the two days before sulking cause how dare they send you on a dangerous mission yk ?? it's basically only to retrieve infos but he considers a butter knife too dangerous for you. when you're gone, he buries himself in work but when he can't, he just paces back and forth, waiting for you to tell him you're okay. he even stays on alert at the possibility of getting a text that feels like it's been sent by someone else (in case you get in an accident or get kidnapped) !!

so the moment you get home, you can't even drop your stuff that he's already lifting you up and hugging you as if his life depended on it.

"don't ever leave me alone like this again bunny..."

"did you miss me ?"

and he genuinely questions it cause he's not the kind to miss people or get that attached yk ?? but the answer is clear to him, even before you ask !!

"i thought i was going to die without you. these were the three worst days of my life since i've known you."

then follows the mind-blowing sex that has your body trembling for a while afterwards. he just pins you to the mattress and takes care of you, making sure you feel exactly how much he missed you in each stroke, thrust, kiss and caress. you're so soft in his arms, he can't get enough of you, everytime he feels close to being satisfied he needs more of you again.

after that he doesn't even clean you up, just keeps you in his arms and wrapped around his cock. he's caressing you sweetly and telling you shit that he usually wouldn't say that easily yk ?? :

"you're so pretty when you're sleepy bunny. makes me feel like i'm melting into a puddle, just for you. and you smell so sweet too, like a jar or honey and vanilla. fuck, i can't get enough of you. you're my everything, my sweet sweet bunny. i love you so much princess, i can't breath without you. i need you so much bunny, i hope you know that."

the only response he gets is this cute little whine that you do when you're asleep. he stops talking and just stares at you with this goofy smile on his face.

he wakes up around like 3am when he feels you move and smiles when he notices that you're just trying to hug him tighter. he starts staring all over again and before he knows it, it's been 4 hours since he woke up and had been watching you sleep comfortably in his arms.

he's still baffled that you sleep that easily in his arms despite how tense and jumpy he gets. his night terrors aren't helping either but you still do try and succeed in feeling good against his chest and he just cannot see himself in a bad light anymore ?? like he will always thinks he's a lucky fucker who attracted the goddess's attention but with the amount of praises you give him, he just can't think of himself as anything less than what you say he is. and it's not that he just can't see himself as less than what you see, it's that he literally puts incredible amounts of work into being the man you'd want to spend life with.

in this little moment of trying to rationalize his feelings, he finally notices the part where he wants to live a life with you and that sends him into a panic.

he hadn't thought of marriage since his ex and he remembered thinking about these regularly before yk ?? like settling down and shit. but with you, it just slid into place, made sense on it's own, without much prior thought. in his heart, he'd become your husband or he'd be nothing. these weren't hopes and dreams, these were facts coming straight from his head.

you wake up because you hear him breath and feel him shake. it takes like less than a second for you to be on your knees, cradling his face and kissing his forehead, tenderly reminding him that he's awake and he's safe. and he knows it but it doesn't matter, he just starts blabbering.

"bunny... fuck bunny you don't understand... i'm in love for you... so much i-... i can't breath bunny, i need you to live... my only purpose is to make you happy and give you everything you desire. i need to make you my wife and build a family around you bunny... fuck, you'd look so good with my ring around your finger. and a baby, huh ? one or a thousand, we can have a family. a few little ankle biters that look like you baby, fuck i-i... i can't think straight bunny... fuck, i wanna marry you, i need to... I'll be your husband and do everything in my power to make you the happiest ever... let's get married bunny, let's do it..."

and you're stunned, not my his words necessarily but by how quickly you started crying about them. he hugs your waist and has you straddling him while he kisses your neck to calm down from the panic attack.

"god mitch ! you can't just propose to a girl like that..."

he genuinely laughs cause you look really confused.

"sorry bunny, i can redo it when we get the ring, what do you say ?"

"absolutely not bunny, not when you're my wife. if that's really what you want, fine. but i'll work my ass off to keep you home, working the least possible. you'll get all the hugs and cuddles you want bunny. but fuck, i need to make you my wife."

he flips you over to lay you on the bed and starts kissing down on your chest.

"and how about we get to work on this little family of ours ?"

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[prettyboykatsuki]

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comforting sleep deprived s/o | bnha

➳ incld  ;; bakugo and kirishima 

➳ warnings ;; none, just fluff, pro-hero!au 

➳ wc ;; 1.8k overall. 

➳ a/n ;; i haven’t slept properly in days. running on empty so this is how im coping. i love them. 

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i. bakugo katsuki 

- doesn’t like napping cause he insists on keeping his sleep schedule tight. not that you can really get mad at him over that - hero work is busy and he doesn’t like being tired cause it makes him more aggravated than usual. 

- so he avoids naps almost at all costs and rarely gets tired. his sleep schedule is really, really good. 

- not so much the same for you though. 

- bakugo accepted pretty early on that you were something of a night-owl. bad sleep anxiety and just generally having too much energy at night made it so that he rarely ever saw you go to bed. you were at least lagging a few hours behind him like. at all times. 

- he didn’t really mind at first, but at some point he realized just how little sleep you actually got. one time he woke up at 7am, surprised to see you also awake - only to find out you hadn’t slept the entire night. 

- he was pissed. after almost blowing up your kitchen, he sighed and basically told you that if you need helping sleeping to just “fucking ask him” or else. 

- needless to say, it didn’t get that much better. you two compromised by setting a time that you had to be in bed by, even if you weren’t asleep. whenever bakugo has time, he’s always trying to get you to rest but sometimes his schedule doesn’t really allow him to check up on you how he likes. 

- he’s coming home from a long mission. not super tired but just tedious work. he just wanted to relax. it was late, 3:37am on the clock when he finally walks in. 

- to his surprise - there’s a light on in the kitchen. when he walks in, very confused, he sees you sliding cookies off of a sheetpan into a little plastic tupperware. he stops. he stares. 

- why the hell were you baking at three in the fucking morning 

- “what the fuck are you doing awake?”

- you jump back with a hand over your chest, barely catching your breath. you blink a few times before sighing. 

- “baking. i didn’t think you’d be home so soon” 

- he hears it before he sees it. your voice is absolutely tattered - he can literally hear how exhausted you are. he pumps the breaks, walking towards you swiftly before staring down at you hard. 

- “when was the last time you slept,” 

- you press your lips into a tight smile, and he sees the dark purple under your eyes. he feel his heart hurt a little. his hands come up to your face as he brushes his thumb every so slightly against your lashes. 

- “it’s uh.. hard to sleep without you. more than usual, you know” 

- “Y/N” 

- “i don’t know. maybe two or three days ago properly? i mean i got some sleep in between but -,” 

- he stops you before you can start. he shuts the cookie container and leaves the tray in the sink before grabbing your hand a little forcefully and tugs you to the bathroom - lifting you up onto the counter. you know to stay put. 

- when he comes back it’s with a fresh change of clothes for the both of you. you blink at him owlishly as he strips himself off of his clothes - grateful he took time to shower at the agency. 

- he takes his shirt off and then takes yours off too, before pulling you right towards him. your arms instantly are around his neck, the warmth of his body pressed against your figure with his chin tucked over your shoulder. 

- and god - he’s so comforting you kind of want to cry. he smells like clean soap and deodorant and a little like smoke. feeling his skin against yours makes you feel instant relief. just hugging in the bathroom has you falling half asleep. you were just so tired. 

- when he pulls back, his whole face looks so damn worried it makes you want to cry. you put your own hands on his face and cheek, brushing your thumb on his cheek bone as he rests his forehead on yours. 

- “dumbasss. i can leave something with you if it’s that bad - fuck, you could’ve called me, you know?” 

- and you sigh and smile and kiss him a bit before pulling away again. man, you’re tired. you’re so, so tired. 

- “yeah.. i know,” 

- he helps you get undressed and freshened up, even rubs your facewash into your skin and rubs all your skincare in before hauling you off the bed. he turns the lights dim and just holds you, rubbing circles into your back as he holds you right to his chest. 

- “go to fucking sleep,” “love you katsuki” “..love you too” 

- he doesn’t sleep until you do, and wakes up the next morning to call in sick for you while you sleep against his chest. he should probably wake up but.. sleeping a bit longer won’t kill him. 

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ii. kirishima eijirou 

- kirishima likes to wake up pretty early so he can workout and do his cardio at the start of his day and his weightlifting later on. sleeping well is important to him cause his workout routine is super unforgiving if he’s not resting properly on rest days and the like. building muscles absolutely requires sleep! 

- that being said - he doesn’t mind not sleeping early if he has something to do. drinking especially normally keeps him up on weekends. overall, it was good but he doesn’t limit himself. 

- overall, it’s not something he paid a ton of attention too. life is all about balance so kiri goes with the flow. his rule of thumb is trying to get at least 8 hours a night tho. 

- but because kirishima is so go with the flow - it took him a long time to figure out that you were a night owl and something of an insomniac. he assumed that when he wished you goodnight everday, you fell asleep around the same time as him. 

- but one drunken even, he finds himself stumbling to your apartment. knocking on your and barely standing upright - he immediately is planning on apologizing for disturbing your sleep. 

- but then you.. open the door and you’re literally wide awake. you look tired but you’re clearly not sleepy. kirishima, once gain, blasted - pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind and grins toothily. he’s just excited to see you at that point and forgets about the whole ordeal until a few weeks later. 

- he ends up texting you about it a couple weeks later, assuming it’d be a once off thing that you’d explain to him. 

- ... is upset and shocked to learn that you rarely, if ever fall asleep before two am like on a good day. poor man is in shock for the rest of the day and proceeds to ask you about why you have a hard time to sleeping to try and see what he can do. 

- he wants to help but you just keep brushing it off and it honestly made him so upset he didn’t know what to do with himself. he couldn’t sleep a wink that night because the whole thing is bothering him so damn much. 

- what really sets him off is when he finally has a chance to see you after a few weeks. you were busy with uni and didn’t really have a ton of time to see him so the two of you couldn’t see each other properly for a few weeks. 

- he’s elated to see you. he’s missed his baby so much and he’s pulling all the stops out when he’s getting dressed. jeans cuffed, his best cologne, fresh shaved, brand new sneakers. he really wants to impress. 

- he’s wrapping you up into the tightest hug when he see’s you. your dressed comfortably but he still thinks you look so beautiful and he’s complimenting you, giving you kisses and overall just doting on you. he wraps your hand in his yours and just talks. 

- in fact, he’s so excited to see you, he doesn’t notice how..deflated you are. not at first anyways. 

- but as the date goes on, it becomes more and more obvious you don’t share his enthusiasm in the same way. 

- sure, he’s talkative but you haven’t said a word about how your week has been. all of his jokes have been met with mere huffs and forced chuckles and your eyes seem really distant. 

- it hits him all at once at the end of your date when you just seem so... out of it. he’s about to take you somewhere else but you stopped listening a while ago. kirishima stops dead in his tracks and holds your hand nervously, calling you a few times to get your attention. 

- “Y/N.. are you mad at me? is something wrong?” 

- your eyes go wide, flailing your hands to reassure him. you knew you were acting strange but to see kirishima this upset makes you feel awful. 

- “oh kiri - god no, it’s not you. sorry for being so.. distant - it’s not you,” 

- “well then.. what’s wrong?” 

- kirishima feels his heart get pierced when he sees you laugh. you look... so exhausted. your eyes are so heavy and the makeup on your skin is only barely concealing your dark circles. why did it take him so long to notice? 

- before he can even reply, he remembers that little tidbit about your sleep schedule. his heart so genuinely aches. 

- “Y/N.. when was the last time you got any proper sleep?” 

- you flinch, visibly at the question. with an awkward laugh you inform him that it had been at least a week since you’ve had the time to actually sleep. 

- “why didn’t you sleep today? on your day off?” 

- “i uhm.. wanted to see you. i know you had a date planned and i was excited to see you. sorry for.. ruining your plans” 

- he’s devastated by how cute you are. hugs you so damn tight. 

- “baby, you can see me whenever. im happy being with you even if all we’re doing is napping together” 

- when you mumble a soft “oh” in his chest, he can’t help but melt into a sigh. before you can protest, he’s dragging you back to his car and driving you home ignores your protests and buckles you, covering you with his jacket before kissing the crown of your head and telling you to sleep on the way back to his place. 

- he watches you like a hawk the whole time until he arrives at his place. he wakes you up and carries you on his back until he gets inside. all he does is kick his shoes off before pulling the full weight of you down on his body, kissing your whole face. 

- “sleep well baby. ill wake you up in a few” 

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[hollandsmushroom]

Broken Rules and Ruined Lace

Pairing:Tom Holland x Reader AU:No Word Count:3,134 A/n:Um, this is just pure filth pretty much, its slightly edited so I hope it is good but I am not sure…I think everything I write is shit so um, feedback is greatly appreciated. Warnings: Smut Masturbation, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Slight Degradation, Cum Play, Cum, Dom!Tom, Smut, Oral(F receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm control, orgasm denial, spanking(one mention). I think that is everything if not I am sorry.

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It’s not that you wanted to break Tom’s rule, you didn’t want to be his brat, you really wanted to be his good girl. But as soon as you woke up you knew that you were fighting a losing battle and all you could do was try and hold off the inevitable.

You remember when Tom set the rule, both of you laying in bed, your had rested on his sweaty chest as you stared up at his flushed face, entranced by the movement of his lips, they were still wet with your arousal and his spit, the slickness catching the minimal rays of light in the shadowed room causing the thing yet plump flesh to glisten, distracting you from his words.

“Y/n?” he gave your head a light tug, forcing your eyes to meet his “Are ya listening to me?” His accent was thick and words were stern.  

“No, sorry”

“I was saying you can’t touch yourself without permission” he growled, mashing his mouth to yours teeth hitting each other with the pressure of the open mouthed kiss. “So no more of what you did today, you hear me?” he asked, breathing heavily from the intensity of the kiss, his eyes looking deep into yours searching for recognition, you gave it to him in the form of a nod and a quiet “Yes, Tommy” before curling even further into him.

As you recalled what that night you knew you should be focusing on the assertiveness he used when speaking to you but all you could think about was how his lips felt on yours. On days like these his words never left your mind, but today you were more focused on remembering your cum on his lips. You knew that you needed permission but you didn’t want to bother with asking him if you could get off without him. Deep down you knew the excuse of not wanting to bother him was simply that, an excuse because you knew what his answer would be and it would be so much easier to disobey if he didn’t know that you had been thinking about it already, if he didn’t know to check if you had broken, if he didn’t remind you of the consequences.

When you had woken up Tom was already gone, you knew that he had press for Spider-Man No Way Home which was premiering tonight, your cunt on the other hand, had a mind of its own. As soon as you had fully awoken you felt a heat in your core, a fire that was waiting to be stoked, one that the clenching of your thighs in an attempt to alleviate the desire only worsened. A small whimper passing your lips as your thighs pressed your labia together, applying pressure to your swollen clit. You tried to ignore it, hauling your ass out of bed and to the kitchen, fixing yourself a nice cup of tea, sipping slowly as you tried to focus on anything else. The burn of the hot liquid on your tongue or how the marble counter was digging into your lower back, even Tessa’s cold nose nuzzling your calf, but nothing was working.

Deciding to put off making a choice until after breakfast, you fixed yourself something to eat. Focusing on the food in front of you as you did your best not to burn anything. Your brain was a debate, divided and arguing over the pros and cons. The pros were simply that you would get off, that the burning itch of ecstasy would go away, the cons well out weighed them, Tom’s punishment should have been threat enough but the state you were in was something past rationality. You surprised yourself by your decision that you were gonna do it. Eyes looking at the clock on the oven, the digital flash of numbers alerting you that Tom would be home in a couple hours, enough time for you to have your fun and not get caught.

You felt a little bad about disobeying Tom, but as soon as your hypersensitive skin met your sheets, and the pads of your fingers touched your clit, all guilt evaporated from you. Your mind was on him the whole time, how his fingers felt in you and on you. Pinching your nipples between your thumb and pointer finger, rolling the nub gently as you rubbed your clit furiously. Your body had been ready to go since you woke up, your orgasm building mere minutes after you began, your fingers covered in your slickness, you wished they could be cleaned by Tom’s tongue. You wanted it to be his fingers or better yet his cock that grazed over your g-spot making you dive into the pool of ecstasy that overflowed in your lower belly. You came down from your high, eyes falling upon the large blotch of liquid that squirted from your core, tainting your pure grey sheets, you assured yourself that it would dry before Tom got home not finding it in you to change the bed sheets.

You felt much more calm, your body feeling less like it was vibrating in a high speed desire ridden anxiety, it felt like you could breath and like you weren’t about to explode. You looked at the clock, knowing that you needed to get ready and you still had just over enough time to get yourself to the state that was presentable to the world. Making your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, scrubbing your hands clean, trying to rid them of your strong scent.

Tom came home from the press junket an hour later, already ready for the event, having had to be all put together since this morning for press. You heard him, his footsteps sounding on the hardwood floor followed loudly by Tessa’s claws clicking as she ran up to him, his voice was tired and beautiful, sounding like home and calling to you.

“Love, you here?”

“Up here Tommy” you shouted in response, continuing to apply your final bits of makeup to be prepared for the evening, specifically the red carpet.  Tom followed the sweet notes of your voice, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms, to ground himself from all the insanity that was the countless interviews. Tom found his plans changing when he saw something on the covers of your shared bed, his eyes catching on some patches of dampness on the grey duvet cover, they were mostly dry but still altering the color of the sheet a shade darker than it would normally be. His eyebrows raised up his forehead he went to check it was, making sure that Tessa hadn’t peed on the bed again. As soon as got near the spots a familiar scent hit him, arguably his favorite smell, one that almost always made his cock harden, the only exception being when he was already fucked out. It was the smell of your arousal, your cum to be more specific.

He was confused, you hadn’t had sex in a couple of days so why would your cum be on the sheets, unless you broke his rule. He felt a fury boil inside of him, mindlessly drawing him to where you stood in front of the mirror preparing yourself for the premier of his movie tonight.

“Hi Tommy!” you spoke excitedly as you could, your focus on the spooly in your hand applying mascara to your lashes. Without a word his hand wrapped around your wrist pulling your dominant hand to his face.

“Tom what the fuck” you exclaimed, angry that he had interupted you and almost ruined your face of make up but that anger melted quickly, realizing what he was doing as he unfurled your pointer and middle finger from around the mascara wand, bringing them to his nose as he glared at you.

The scent was faint on his nose, not as noticeable as it had been on the bed sheets but yet it was still present, hidden under multiple bouts of hand washing trying to rinse your disobedience down the drain with your lavender scented hand soap but clearly you hadn’t be thorough enough, the faintest hint still present.

“Tom, I-”

“No talking” he bit at you, your mouth shutting immediately as you nodded at his words. He pushed his body against yours, the imprint of his dick showing through his trousers before it pressed against you. His lips burn the skin on your neck before scratching his teeth over the juncture of your shoulder and your collar bone, biting down hard, making you hiss at the pain. “You broke the rule, I should have expected that you being the little fucking brat that you are” he chastized, his fingers bunching up the edges of your dress, hiking it up until the ruffled silk sat above the round of yoru ass, you barely clothed core visible to Tom’s hungry eyes as he knelt infront of you, fingers slipping inbetween your thighs and forcing them apart, a wave of yoru arousal hitting his nose. “You smell so sweet, I would love to devour your pretty little cunt but that’s only for good girls’’ he leans in and bites your mons, the lace barely protecting you from the blunt of his teeth.

The lace scrunched up beneath his teeth as he tugged it farther from your burning skin, pulling them downwards as he exposed your core, mouth watering as he saw your wetness connect to the crotch of your panties to your cunt. He had to remind himself that he couldn’t that you didn’t deserve it, that he was angry with you, but god did you look fucking delicious.

“Im gonna fuck you so hard, your legs are gonna shake the whole way down the red carpet, you’re gonna need me there to hold you up, even though you don’t need me cause you got off on your own” Tom spat, undoing his belt buckle.

“I do need you” you whimpered, the cold on your core nearing pain, all the blood rushing between your thighs increasing your sensitivity, the contrast of the chilled atmosphere on your burning skin already too much for you to handle.

“What did I say about talking, pretty girl” his often soothing voice coming out as a snarl. Taking the base of his cock he ran his tip through your folds, coming downwards over your clit before stopping at your entrance, thrusting into you without any warning, fully entering you with the first thrust. Tom watched as you bit your lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood.

“Good girl, stay quiet” he ordered as he started to thrust, the impetus of his hips making his balls slap against your taint, a jolt rolling up your spine as you felt every inch of him pulsing inside of you.

You wanted to scream, to whine, to moan, but all you could do was bite your lip as the pleasure started to overtake your body, every inch of your body being set aflame as Tom continued his thrusts. Tears were pricking your eyes as his hand gripped into your yielding and supple flesh, you felt your orgasm building, and you knew that Tom was too, his tip twitching against your walls, but just as you were about to unravel he pulled out, grabbing his cock and sliding his hand up and down it, thick white spools of cum shooting out, and landing on your panties, tainting the french lingerie that Tom had bought you on a romantic get away not long before. You were less worried about the lace, more about the intensified burning between your thighs that you now knew wasn’t being satisfied or eased anytime soon.

“It’s time to go,” Tom informed, pulling back from you leaving you standing there, your face portraying nothing but shock, eyes flitting between the cum that tainted your red lace panties and Tom’s smirking face. He tugged your panties back up your legs, soothing the lace over your core and spreading the cum across your folds before planting a kiss on your lips. “Come on” he tugged your wrist and led you down stairs to head to the event.

At the red carpet you felt his cum cooling on your folds and slipping between them, spreading around with every single step you took, you felt it seeping through your lace, smearing on your thighs and making them sticky. It was all you could think about the whole evening, how it continued to spread and absorb into your soft skin, it felt too much, and he wasn’t even touching you. Tom could tell how much it was affecting you, occasionally rubbing his hand up your thigh and gathering a little on his fingers, sneakily placing them in his mouth and sucking them clean. When you arrived home, you were a mess, your thighs sticking with his cum but slipping with your own arousal. It was enough to make you cum just thinking about it, and you were pretty sure you could if given the chance, but you weren’t. As soon as you reached the solace of your bedroom Tom spoke up, really the first time since before the event.

“Let’s get ready for bed” he suggested, causing a frown to overtake your face, but not wanting to make things worse you gave a curt nod and headed to the bathroom, grabbing one of Tom’s shirts on the way in there. You stripped yourself of your constraining dress, slipping on the loose fabric, and involuntary sigh escaping your lips at the feeling of freedom. You had already finished your nightly routine when Tom came in, you were right about to sit down and clean yourself up when he caught you by the waist.

“Nuh uh, don’t clean yourself up yet” he whispered, breath hot on your neck making goosebumps spread wherever his breath touched. “Go lay on the bed and wait for me” he ordered, placing a soft kiss beneath your ear. Spinning you in the direction of the door, and laying a slap on your ass, watching it jiggle as you walked away.

You laid down on the bed, you were stuck on thinking about what was about to happen, having been nearly positive that you already got your punishment for your disobedience. Tom sensed your confusion as soon as he walked into the room, standing at the end of the bed for a moment, watching you as you watched him, his eyes eager as they caught your pussy peeking out from beneath the hem of your shirt.

“I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue” was all he said before he was on you kissing his way down your body, lifting up the oversized shirt that now covered your body, nothing underneath it. The soft cotton bunching up much like your dress had earlier in the evening.

“Look at this cunt, so fucking gorgeous” Tom groaned, looking at how his cum still covered the lips of your pussy. “I love seeing my cum on you” his tongue flicked out and licked some of the arousal that was leaking from your entrance, the mixture of his spunk and your slick delicious on his taste buds.

“Tommy I want you in me” you whimpered, tugging on his hair.

“Nuh uh baby girl, I’m letting you cum on my tongue, you don’t get to be greedy, “ he growled, softly sinking his teeth into your clit. “You can moan, you can touch me, but you will only cum when I tell you too” you nodded your head eagerly, at the point where you would have agreed to anything just to have him touch you properly. He said nothing else, no words, no noise, simply licking over the closed lips of your pussy, enjoying the taste, if he hadn’t drained his cock earlier he knew that he would have been hard, and he was actually happy he wasn’t, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold out from fucking you to completion if he was.

“Taste so fucking good, baby” he slipped his tongue between your lips, licking over the folds and vallies that lined the inside of your vulva.

“Tom T-t-Tom you feel so- fuck good” you moaned, threading yoru fingers in his hair as you tried to pull him closer to you trying to smear your cunt across his face, but he fought back, he was gonna make you cum, but in his own time. Finally after multiple minutes of kitten licks and light kisses between your folds he fully delved into your cunt. Licking a heated spitty stripe from entrance to clit. He pulled back and spat on your clit, rubbing his nose against it as his tongue slipped into your cunt, licking the inside of nudging that one spot deep inside of you as his nose bumped into your clit. He continued this action over and over again, the thrust of his tongue increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Tommy, I-I-I’m gonna cum” you whimpered, your legs trying to clamp around his head but his hands held them in place.

“Cum on baby, cum on my face” he spoke into your cunt as he sped up his movements, letting pushing you over the edge, and you fell, your back arching off the sheets as your body tensed, toes curling into the duvet as your breath was pulled from you lips, a silent scream on your mouth. He held you through your orgasm, only tearing away from your pussy when he was sure he had milked you of everything that you had. Licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched you, your eyes were clenched shut as you tried to catch your breath. Your high, leaving you so blissed out that you didn’t realize Tom had left and come back until a cool wet towel soothed your burning core, a sigh escaping your lips.

Throwing the towel into the hamper he crawled into bed next to you, pulling you into him. His touch still burned your skin, the need to unravel around him still not having been satiated. He seemed to sense your tension, rubbing his hand down your back and breaking the thick silence in the air.

“You’ll get what you want tomorrow morning, love, I promise, but don’t you dare think of getting off while I’m asleep,” he hummed, kissing your temple before turning off the light. You wanted to whine, to complain and be a brat but you knew that would just get you even farther from cumming around Tom’s pretty cock, so you maintained your peaceful silence, eyes fluttering shut just thinking of what you were gonna get the next morning.

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I woke up and thought of Haikyuu dads... May I request Dad hc for Iwa, Akaashi, Sakusa and others you would like to add 3 btw i really loved your works! Keep up the good work :)

# — haikyuu boys as dads

includes: timeskip!iwaizumi, akaashi, & sakusa

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: ah yes all three of my favorite men as dad's, my heart is full. thank you for this! stay safe cutie <3

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IWAIZUMI:

omgggg

iwa as a dad makes my brain go brrrrrrr

dilf!energy

iwa would be such a good dad omg

if he had a daughter, he would be so protective of her

he'd be so gentle and patient

he's literally wrapped around her little finger

i feel like he's the type to spoil his kids, but not so much to the point where they become spoiled lil brats you know?

if he had a son he'd probably be his best friend (besides oikawa since we all know that he'd compete with iwa's son lmfaoooo)

he'd most def introduce volleyball to his kids and how much he loves it, but he wouldn't be the type to like force it on them

he supports his kids 100%

PLS HE WOULD MAKE THEM LITTLE LUNCHES TO GO TO SCHOOL WITH AND A CUTE LITTLE NOTE IM CRYING

his kids call his friends uncles (uncle tooru, uncle mattsun, uncle makki) my heart can't handle this

always reads them bedtime stories before putting them to bed, or tells them funny stories regarding volleyball or oikawa

then when his kids bring up said stories to oikawa he for sure whines about it

"iwa-chan why would you tell them! they're gonna bully me now :("

god i love the idea of hajime as a dad

AKAASHI:

akaashi would be the cutest dad out there

he would for sure have a daughter

and they're literally identical in personalities

she's even inherited the same expressionless face as him lmao

he never has any issues with her, both of them being patient and quiet

always wants to try on his glasses and they're so big on her lil face

his heart melts whenever he sees her

whenever they go out he always puts her on his shoulders <3

or if he's too tired to carry her they'll link pinkies axidnjfkiw

akaashi likes to read sometimes, so you bet your ass his daughter likes to read too

OMG THEY WOULD TOTALLY CHILL IN THE LIVING ROOM OR SOMETHIN AND READ THEIR OWN BOOKS TOGETHER

A LIL BOOK GROUP OR WHATEVER AHHHHHH

akaashi loves his daughter so much, and he would do anything for her

whenever bokuto is over she calls him uncle bo 😭

bokuto will babysit akaashi's daughter too if he's busy with work or he needs a break

there was one time when his daughter was beginning to say her first words and they were both home at the time

"AKAASHIIIII SHE'S GONNA SAY HER FIRST WORD"

he had never sprinted to the living room so fast in his life

"a- uh - a..."

"omg she's gonna say uncle bo watch watch"

"uh- akaasssshhhi!!!!"

akaashi almost cried and bokuto 100% cried

akaashi wants to spend every second of every day with his precious babygirl

my heart is full <3

SAKUSA:

sakusa as a father

heart = explosion

i feel like some people might not think he'd want kids considering he's strict about germs and kids can be very messy at times

but trust me, he wants them so bad

he'd probably have a boy and a girl like iwa

now just because he has kids doesn't mean that he's still not a germaphobe

but he does push being clean on to them, just not as harshly

he loves his kids so much

THEY WOULD SO HAVE MATCHING MASKS WHENEVER THEY WENT TO THE STORE OR SOMETHING

AND THEY WOULD BOTH HAVE THE SAME CURLY BLACK HAIR AS OMI

okay i'm making the kids twins bc that's so cute

his kids honestly don't mind the cleaning or taking care of their health since they've grown up with it

whenever one of them gets sick, sakusa goes in full panic mode

it's literally just a cold but sakusa goes all out with getting medicine, making some nice home remedies, and getting them their favorite snack lmao

sooner or later they all end up with a cold and they lay around the house LOL

but they all take care of each other

sakusa is a sucker for kids, even if it doesn't look like it

he'll also bring his kids to practice too so they can watch is oh so amazing father whoop his teams ass

that also means that bokuto, hinata, and atsumu hangout with them all the time

his kids have favorites lmfaoooo

they both love bokuto

but his son loves atsumu, much to sakusa's dismay lmao

and his daughter loves hinata

but their all time favorite is always going to be sakusa

i'm crying

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Dabi as a dad. That's it. That's the post.

please keep in mind i suck at writing so im sorry if this his terrible i'm just trying to make myself feel better

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It was late at night. Dabi wasn't sure what time it was, but he could only assume it was around two in the morning. He was unbelievably exhausted and worn out. So much work had to be done lately for the league and Shikaraki was running him ragged from all the orders and tasks he was assigned.

So much work had to be done, that he hadn't been able to sleep for the past day and a half. His body was starting to shut down, but he knew he had to keep on until the jobs were completed.

People in the league were the only ones that knew this secret Dabi had. He had a whole other life ever since three years ago. He had become a father. He never knew it would happen, he never even planned it. Honestly? He never really wanted to be a father, but ever since she was born, he was in love. A beautiful baby girl. Who would have ever thought? A son, maybe. But a girl? Whoa. That's a whole knew level.

Dabi and Y/N had been together for 2 years before the birth of their daughter. He really did love Y/N, but for some reason unknown to him, having a little girl made the love go even deeper. He never imagined he could love anyone, much less Y/N. His whole world was steadily changing around him, and he was doing all he could to cope with it.

The one thing hard about everything going on, was he had to be away from home. Away from his girls. Y/N knew he was in the league and everything that was going on in his life. She knew when they got together. She didn't mind it, really. Just as long as Dabi was safe. But she knew he would be. He was a really tough and tedious guy. He was constantly careful, no matter how big or how small the task.

But Dabi couldn't' help but stress about the girls at home by themselves. He had become so protective over them the past few years, and hated that they had to be alone most of the time. Nothing made him more relaxed than hearing their voices and laughs. It melted him, in a good way.

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After walking down this street Dabi found himself on, he cut down an alley. Once he walked down it a few feet, he leaned his back against the cold, stone wall of a building, and slid down it until he collapsed on the ground. Automatically, his eyes started to feel heavy. He needed to rest so bad. Maybe just a few minutes wouldn't hurt. Leaning his head back against the wall, he slowly started to drift away into sleep.

Time had passed and he hadn't moved. It only felt like a few minutes, but apparently it was about an hour of him napping. He was awoken by a tune on his phone. Normally, he would have ignored it, but this particular tune was set to only Y/N's contact, so he quickly pulled it out of his pocket.

Before answering, he glanced at the time. Four in the morning. What was she doing up? Dabi's heart started to race. He couldn't help but think that something was wrong. He hastily answered.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

"...daddy?"

"Yes, baby? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I had a bad dream."

Dabi hadn't noticed, but his muscles were tense. Once he heard the words 'bad dream', he softened. Everything was okay. He knew it was, because even though it's unfortunate, nightmares were almost a daily occurrence with his daughter. From the trauma of his childhood, Dabi had aquired nightmares and night terrors of his own. Unfortunetly, his daughter picked up that trait. On a positive note, he knew how to deal with them more than Y/N did, so whenever this happened, he was the one to go to. Thank goodness the kid hadn't had any actual night terrors. Yet. Just bad dreams.

Rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them, he tiredly smiled and spoke. "You had a bad dream, huh?"

"Yeah. It was about you this time."

Dabi's smile faded. Most of the girl's nightmares where just simple things that kids fear, but the ones about him and Y/N were becoming more and more frequent. It was becoming concerning, but he just had to shrug it off. For her. He was still knew to this whole father thing, but one thing he did know was that you shouldn't' show worry in front of a kid, or they will start to worry. So he did just that. He blew off the worry in his mind for now and just had to focus on the kid.

"About me, huh?"

"Yeah! You had died in it."

"Is that why you're calling? Where you scared?"

"A little."

Y/N shouted from the background. "Don't let her lie! She woke up crying."

Dabi scoffed and smiled. "My poor kiddo..." he thought.

"You? Scared? I thought you weren't scared of anything, just like your daddy."

"I wasn't scawed! I am just like you daddy! Big and strong!"

His heart melted in a mix of good and bad feelings. He hoped she would grow up strong willed like him, but...not how he truly was deep down. All the trauma, all the pent up anger, all the troubles he has caused.

"Be strong like me, but kind like your mother."

"Okay daddy. I will!"

"Okay, baby. Can you hand the phone to mommy, please? I love you. Go back to bed and don't be scared. I'll be home soon, okay?"

"Okay daddy! I wub you!"

Dabi smiled. "Love you too, kiddo. Good night."

"Night daddy."

Shuffling noises were heard on the other end of the line. A different voice came on.

"I'm sorry to bother you while your working, babe. She wanted to talk to you and wouldn't take no as an answer."

"It's alright, doll. I wasn't busy right now anyways."

"Are you doing okay? Staying safe?"

"Yes, of course. You know that."

After a few more minutes of talking, Y/N said her goodbyes. She had to put the girl to sleep now and try to get some rest herself. Dabi said his goodbyes in return, saying I love you, and hung up his phone. He stood up from his resting position, and gathered up the strength to continue his work.

"Alright, back at it I suppose."

He lazily walked out of the alley

and back around the corner. He was met by a familiar face.

His boss, Shigaraki. His silver hair was long, down to the base of his neck, and he was wearing his trademark coat. They all had been working so much lately, that they didn't have the time to take care of themselves. Shigaraki specifically. His scratch marks were getting worse from his scratching due to stress. His hair was getting to long, because he didn't have the time to take care of it. Dabi knew better than to say anything though. Shigaraki had been on edge lately, and probably wouldn't hesitate to take care of Dabi's attitude in his own way.

"What are you doing here, dusty?"

Shigaraki scratched his neck a little, looking up at Dabi. "I followed you to make sure you were doing your tasks. You were the last stop before going back to the base. I've already checked on everyone else."

"Save the best for last, huh?"

"Whatever, patchwork. I couldn't help but over hear your conversation."

Dabi looked at him with tired eyes. "Oh yeah?"

"Do you miss them?"

"Well, duh. Of course I do." He changed his tune to a sarcastic one. "But you have to have these missions done, right?" It might have been the exhaustion talking, but damnit Dabi just wanted to go home. He missed his bed. The way the house smelled like candles because Y/N had an obsession with them. The way his little girl would run to him when he would walk in the door. He missed cuddling both of them in bed, as his daughter would drift to sleep watching tv. He missed it so much, he couldn't put it into words. He wanted to go home more than anything right now. But work had to be done.

As Dabi was in thought, his face contorted into distraught and exhaustion, and Shigaraki noticed. Maybe it was something in the weather this early morning, but he actually got a kind bone in his body.

"Go home, Dabi."

Dabi looked at him in shock. "But I'm not done-"

"I'm not gonna tell you again. Go home. I can tell your getting exhausted, and I don't need you passing out on me. I need you at your full potential. So go home and rest. Take as much time as you need." Shigaraki started to walk away. "I know you'll be back when your done resting so I'm not worried."

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Again, I am so sorry if this is bad. Also, I'm sorry for that ending. it's kinda shit, but I'm kinda afraid of writing more because I might ruin it. Anyways.... OTL;

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Stood Up + Salads

Diego Hargreeves x Fem!Reader Words: 1.5k AN: Set with a S1 Diego but not S1 or S2 storyline. For a friend, you know who you are.

He didn’t need to look up when the door goes, he knows it’s you. Because when it rains, it pours.

Diego wonders if he should be more upset about his father, rather than being upset he’s had to see the others. Only for him to take his frustration out on you, consciously or not.

The fact you allow the door to meet the frame with such a loud thud is enough of a signal to him that you’re pissed.

Diego takes a second, thinking of his next steps as he swipes his tongue over his teeth, staring at the punching bag, as if it’s going to provide any answers on what he should do. How he could get out of this. Because if he plays this wrong, which he will, it’s going to spiral. Becoming so much worse than it already is.

A whole lot fucking worse.

And it’s already bad.

Hitting the bag once, twice and then thrice, he pays attention to your footsteps nearing. Not turning, not needing to see if your arms are folded, lips pursed and giving him one of you signature dead expressions. He knows you will be, because Diego fucking knows you and you know him.

And he hates it.

He despises that you know about his tick. About his family. About his upbringing, talent and everything else in between. He hates that you suggested calling off the meal before he did, and he hates himself for agreeing to go even if he knew he wouldn’t attend.

Because he’s decided he hates being happy.

He likes being miserable, likes fighting petty crime without anyone to come home to.

“Asshole.”

Rolling his head, he casts his eyes over you. Finding you exactly as he’s imagined. The only—slight—difference is the look in your eyes.

Sadness. A look which doesn’t suit you. One which stands out to him, because he’s seen it so rarely.

It swirls in your eyes, mixing with your usual shade, darkening them as they pin him to his spot. Or try to.

Letting his hands fall to his sides, he lets out a sigh before he can help himself. And the glare you send him is enough to force him to turn to face you.

When it comes to you, he isn’t sure if he hates how close you are to him physically or metaphorically; not sure if he dislikes it more that he wants to kiss you or let you love him.

“Hello to you too.”

Your lips twitch into a smirk. “You don’t deserve a hello.”

“Touché.”

“Surprised you know that word.”

“Under all this, I’m clever y’know?”

“Are you?” you snap, and you roll your lips together.

Those painted plump lips that’s kissed every inch of him. That he’s woke up dreaming about and gone to sleep pressed against.

“You’re angry—“

“Oh, I’m past angry, Hargreeves,” you says, tapping your foot on the gym floor. “I was angry when I was on my second glass, wondering where you were. I was fuming when I left, embarrassed and ready to hunt you down. Now, now I’m almost murderous.”

He hasn’t been called his surname in sometime. Hasn’t found himself in hot waters, with you at least, in sometime. Even angry, he feels your eyes rake down his frame, following a bead of sweat which falls from his neck down his chest and stomach.

Pulling the gloves undone with his teeth, snaps your eyes back up. And he finds himself smirking at you and his own foolishness simultaneously.

Because deep down he’s known this day would come, where you—like most—tired of him. Finding yourself irritated with his ways, of his selfishness and his impulsiveness.

“Let me have it then.”

He throws the gloves to the floor, shifting his weight as he notices the slight narrowing of your eyes. The way your lips twitch, whether a smirk or a smile, he can’t be sure. Usually, there’s less talking when you’re like this; usually you’re already pinned under him or against something. Now, you don’t even look at him like you’d welcome that.

Diego hates you for that too.

Despises that you have gotten under his skin, throwing him off his game. He’s dated. Well, since Patch they’ve not been constant. Real or permanent.

But you, you got to him. He still doesn’t even know how.

You don’t bend as easily, don’t surrender as you should. You fight him, sometimes tooth and fucking nail, and fuck, he doesn’t hate that about you. He loves that. He loves it when you steal the wind from his sail; when you cut him down. You don’t pander to him, you call him out, and he needs that even if he can’t admit it.

He even doesn’t mind that you sooth the insecurity, recognising when enough is enough. Halting anything before it goes too far, leaves too many wounds. You make him want to try to be a little better, even if he fails most days.

“No.”

“No?”

You snort. “No. Because if I rip you a new one, you’ll find some way to say sorry. And, then you’ll kiss me, and I’ll melt, and then you will forget that you’re an asshole.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.”

Your jaw tenses, almost impossibly so. “For someone in your position, you have a lot of snark.”

“Be careful, you may hurt my feelings.”

Nodding, your lips twist before straightening to an unreadable expression again. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m done.”

His muscles relax.

And his heart stops.

Yet Diego is somehow, not as surprised as he should have been.

Even if he looks at you, staring at your eyes and hoping to see a tease, a jest. He looks hoping you will change your mind, that he hasn’t successfully pushed another person away.

“Took you long en—“

“Im done talking,” you continue, cutting him off. Taking closer steps, slow ones, full of purpose as you dig your eyes into him. “I’m not gonna ask you to do right by me, I’m not gonna ask for an explanation why you decided to stand me up tonight. Hey, you don’t even have to talk to me.”

His forehead creases, flicking his eyes from your eyes to your mouth.

“Because I know why. You want me without the commitment, without the expectations of being a good person. You want a hole to fuck, so here I am, Hargreeves. You’ve got one.”

Fuck.

He stifles a sigh, especially as your finger press into his chest, nail digging down into the skin as you roll your lips and then he has to focus on not groaning. Especially when you bat your eyes lashes and smirk so condescendingly he wonders if you’ve been sent to test him.

“You want to pretend you don’t crave normal, that you don’t deserve it,” you continue, looking up at him, “I’ll play pretend. Hey, I’ll become the best damn actor in your movie you’ll ever know. But, I’m done talking.”

You place your other hand on his, moving his to your hip as you smirk.

“So, lights camera action, baby. Where do you wanna fuck me first?”

He feels your lips ghost over his. His hand clenching around your hip. Everything inside of him telling to just go with it, to not talk, to not burst open in front of you.

To kiss you.

To throw you down on the mats and not talk for hours.

“I-I’m s-sorry.”

“No. No you’re not,” you says, full of sadness, your expression not changing to match your tone. “If you were, you’d have come to dinner. You’d have stabbed your fork into the salad before I’d have told you I want street food.”

You didn’t move, and neither does he. Your hand spreading over his chest, his hand still on your hip.

“You don’t let yourself enjoy anything, because what? Your dad was an asshole and your brother went to the moon?” You ask, head tilted. “Diego, I don’t give a shit if you’re number two, you’re number one for me. But you have to try. You have to try at least ten percent otherwise it’s just me, forcing you to be with me.”

He never feels forced. Not with you.

You’re sometimes the only thing which is good. Which isn’t fucked, tainted or ruined. You’re good, if not a bit too sweary and a bit too good at drinking. But, you’re… nice, and unwilling to let him settle.

“You’re m-my number o-one too.”

“Cool.”

“I mean i-it.”

“Nice.”

“Baby, c'mon?”

You sigh. “What, Diego?”

Diego. He’s Diego again.

He doesn’t smile, even if he wants too.

He doesn’t kiss you, even if he’s fighting every part of himself.

He just stares, using his other hand to cup your cheek. “I am sorry.”

“Salad at a fancy place too good for you?”

He smirked. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Good. Because it’s too fancy for me too.”

“So why we’re we even fucking going, baby?”

“Because,” you say, defiance in your tone, “it’s what normal people do. They don’t meet over a bad game of darts and several beers, and fuck on a boxing ring. They don’t fight a literal mugger with trained assassin-level knife skills a month after beginning to sleep together.”

Your shoulders sink, your expression softening. “They date, at restaurants who charge too much and hold hands across parks. And for a second, one tiny fucking moment, I wanted that for you. I wanted normal, meet-cute type romance before we grabbed whatever was in a cart and we fucked on my new sideboard.”

His thumb brushed over your cheek. “I’d have liked that.”

“You’d have loved that. But—“

“I’m sorry,” he says again, softer, more meaningful, “I’m s-s-sorry. I really am.”

“I’m still mad.”

“That’s okay.”

“You owe me a fancy salad.”

Smirking, he nods. “Baby, I’ll give you a salad bar if you want it.”

“I don’t like salad.”

“No?”

“No.”

Smirking, he cups your cheek with more purpose. “What do you want then, baby?”

He watches your eyes darken. "Oh."

"Oh, indeed. You have a lot of making up to do.”

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