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the-californicationist · 3 months

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This will be the first request I’ve ever made, I want you. Only if you can. Price coming home in this, whatever mission it is, needs and wants his princess. Marvin Gaye, Sade, maybe? And naughty shenanigans, kisses!!! Thanks thanks and hugs!!! 👑💜

And He Spoke of His Dreams

Song inspo: Like a Tattoo by Sade

Thanks for the ask! Hope this is what you wanted! TW: fem reader

It was late, too late, when John's keys finally rattled in the door. In front of you, meticulously placed on the table, was his icy cold dinner, two candles burned down to their ends, their wax dripping onto the pale tablecloth, and an empty bottle of wine you had meant to share. Your lips were stained red, as if your mouth was bloody, like a lioness over her kill, panting and wrathful. Stained. Stained with it.

He sighed, but he didn't say anything. He was wearing The Suit. He only owned the one. It was the funeral suit, and the wedding suit, and it was the suit that he wore when Laswell called him down to the base for these late-night chats about all the things he should be doing more (or less) of. About how it was his fault that Makarov escaped. About how it was his fault that all of the intel had been tainted. About how it was his fault.

What were you going to do? Tell him he was late to his own birthday dinner? Tell him you hadn't seen him in days even though he should have been home from duty? Tell him you had been waiting for him, pacing for him outside of the door to his home office, hoping that you could find a reason to barge in there and demand his attention?

What good would it do? What were you against the importance of Terrorism?

"Hey, love."

His voice was smoke and brimstone, sparking even though his ire wasn't pointed toward you. He had been yelling. You'd been married to him long enough that you could hear it in his timbre.

"Have a seat, John. I'll warm it up for you."

You tried to hide your frustration, but it oozed around your words like a fetid stench, and he could smell it.

"Sit down."

You sat. He was still a commander. Sometimes he shed that mantle on the drive home... and sometimes he didn't. You could tell he was fighting it. You could see how he heard his own command and winced from it, flogged from his own whip in some sort of self-inflicted flagellation. He hurt himself when he struck you with those words.

John pulled out the chair and drug it across the floor unceremoniously and without care. The legs banged along the ground and slammed down as he fixed the seat in position right in front of you. He sat and you heard the wooden chair groan. He kept his knees spread wide apart, framing you inside of them. As he leaned forward, his black tie fell into the empty hole between you. His hands played with the hem of your dress, and you could feel the backs of his knuckles on his skin.

"Laswell wants me to send me and my men back to the field, and I told her I wouldn't. Bad intel. Went round and round and round..." his volume started low, but it began to increase, like a rising flame in a pile of tinder, "It was like she couldn't hear me. Like she wouldn't..."

He had more to say, but he stopped. You knew that he had a whole rant bottled up in there, but if he let it out, he'd be back in that familiar rage, wearing it like a second skin, and he promised you wouldn't see him in that way. Not again. There had been such a peace.

You weren't sure what made you do it, but you kissed him. You felt your lips purse and press into his mustache, tickled by it, wetting the hairs. You felt the fullness of his soft lips as he responded to you, kissing you back but pulling away.

"Darlin'..."

You attacked, deciding to show him just how darling you could be, deepening the kiss, and giving your tongue to him. If he wouldn't eat his dinner, you would feed him something else.

He relented, enticed by your surprise offering, and any part of him that wanted to hold onto that old, comfortable anger was happy to put its paws on something softer.

John wrapped his arms around you, devouring you with his mouth, pushing at your jaw and forcing you to collapse into him with his immense body leaning on you. He pulled you up, making the chairs scream again as your legs jostled them away.

"C'mon, love. C'mon."

He was speaking into your mouth, filling the hollow of your cheeks with his own words, groping you and caressing you wherever he could manage. As he held you, he moved you into the bedroom, bullying you into an awkward, all-encompassing dance, eager to lead.

His shirt buttons caved under your effort, and he managed to loosen his tie enough to let it flutter down to the floor, trampled by your feet. You found his undershirt and tugged at it, using your hands to venture underneath to pet his belly and make him gasp.

"Bloody hell. Wha's gotten into you, missus?"

His shirt peeled away from his back.

"Don't wanna hear about your shitty day," you hissed.

The top two buttons of your dress were undone.

"Oh? Why's that?"

His hands rucking up your skirt, trying to pull it off of you.

"I wanna feel your shitty day," you smiled, licking your lips, "I wanna feel every bit of it. Give it to me. Let me feel you. I wanna feel you."

You prayed that he understood you. He seemed to, grinning as your hands pried away his trousers from his waist, yanking at his zipper and seeking out his hidden warmth.

John was already as hard as a stone, and his smooth, velvety cock filled your hands and reminded you of just how much of him there was. You pumped at his length, slicking the precome over his head, teasing him just enough to make him wild.

His eyes held a bright fire within them, and you could tell how much he wanted to take control, so you forced his hand. He was always so careful with you, but that's not what you needed. You needed him to bind himself to you, like a bone once broken that was now healed.

Your knees hit the floor and you rubbed your cheek over his length like a cat. You did it again, enjoying the look on his face and the brief uncertainty about what he should do with his hands. He stumbled back, just a half-step, but enough to tell you that you were doing the trick.

His hands were in your hair, and he groaned for you, watching you in furious disbelief as you took him into your mouth. You could only fit his head, but you suckled from it hungrily, pulling it into the wet warmth of your mouth and rolling it around with your tongue.

"Fuckin' hell. Fuck..."

John got rough with you, pulling you up by your scalp, gripping you at the base of your skull, slowing his pleasure down and staring at you like you were a ghost, something unreal.

Then, he kissed you again, letting you both fall to the bed, pressing you down with his weight so that you couldn't move. You couldn't even shift your hips; you were fully at his mercy, ready and very much willing to be used like his toy.

He slid into you without resistance or help. Your body welcomed him in, not asking you for your opinion.

"Mmff... fuck!"

John growled out mid-kiss, trying to reel himself back in. You gasped and moaned, feeling the same effects as your husband, reveling in the magic he had crafted between you.

All of his rage melted from his visage like butter in a pan, soft and frothing and bubbling in a place that was once rigid and cold. You tried to grind your hips for him, milking his pleasure one tiny motion at a time, stoking that fire to dangerous heights.

As if he was being forced to comply, he began to thrust into you over and over. You felt his cock slide all the way out and all the way back in like a shining piston.

It made your eyes water. Your pleasure was so enhanced by his ferocity, and his intensity burned its way through you with every selfish push and lustful pull.

Greedily, he picked up his pace, slamming himself into you and hugging you to him, desperate to be closer and not having a way to make that true. He began to talk to you, telling you his secrets,

"Needed you so bad."

More and more of his cock seemed to find a way to fit itself inside of you, and you couldn't remember ever feeling so full.

"This fuckin' pussy. My pussy. Mine."

His possessiveness made you want to scream, and you could tell he was pleased with your reaction to his declaration of ownership. His smug, satisfied look turned you on even more.

"So wet for me, pretty thing. Wet. Wet. Wet."

The sounds he was making inside of you were straight up pornographic, and you loved hearing the result of his work. He was a master at drawing out your pleasure, and you thought you might blackout if he didn't let you come soon.

"John, please -" you said, but you were interrupted.

He plastered a huge hand over your mouth and chuckled darkly,

"Smells sweet," he licked your neck, sending chills across your arms and chest, "Like you've been wantin' me for a while. That true?"

You nodded, unable to respond. Then, you basked in the pleased look on his face. It was delicious to see him so enamored with you, and you wanted to roll around in it like a dog.

"Gonna come on me, missus? Wash away my fuckin' day, yeah?"

You nodded again, weaker this time. You felt your body decide to divert its attention to your core and the pressure building in your womb. It was like the end of a lit sparkler, glowing and spitting, sparkling and hissing and then... it was the explosion.

Your orgasm spread like wildfire across your skin, blazing in your hips and rushing through your veins, burning you inside and out.

"Tha's it," he was shouting over your screaming, "Lemme hear you. C'mon! Fuck!"

John pressed his cock inside of you as deeply as it would fit and felt the climax as it rent its way through you. He allowed himself to follow, pouring his joy out into you like warm, melted sugar, sticky and cloying.

Shorter, shallower thrusts painted his come inside of you, and your senses were overwhelmed by it. Everything was golden and silver and glittering with his love. Everything was bright. Everything was John. There was no you. No him. You were bathed together in this cosmic light, forever entwined by it.

More than anything, he looked relieved. It was exactly what he had needed. He needed to let himself out, to let his wildness run free, and you celebrated being the vessel for such reckless abandon.

He was petting your breasts, kissing them and studying them like there was a test. Occasionally, he would return to your mouth, slanting his own over it and languidly using it to kiss you. He would lick and taste and kiss and suck and you would allow it. You would be his toy for as long as he needed, and in turn, he was yours to command. Your captain.

"I like you like this," he confessed, keeping you pinned beneath him, "All mine. Trapped, hm?"

"All yours, John. As long as you need me."

"I'll always need you."

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sethsclearwater · 7 months

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hii!! Could you write something like: Paul and reader are like dancing around each other (and he didn't tell her about the imprinting), but he gets hurt in the patrol (nothing serious)and she goes over his house to see how he is, and they're are so in love and its just fluff

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i am literally OBSESSED with this cutie lil trope🥺🥺

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after your friend embry had let you know that paul had been injured while at work, you couldn't help the immediate panic that flooded your system as your brain desperately wanted to see him for yourself to know how he was.

you weren't entirely sure what paul did for work seeing as he wasn't particularly forthcoming (and neither were really any of the boys he hung out with) but you had bigger problems at the moment. so here you found yourself, pulling up to your not-so-boyfriend's apartment to check on him.

you also weren't entirely sure what your relationship with paul was at this point but you did know that both of you hadn't been seeing anyone aside from each other. you couldn't really tell the extent of his feelings for you but you did know that you were unfortunately hopelessly in love with the hot headed boy.

as you got up to his apartment, you gently knocked on the door, suddenly feeling a bit insecure about the fact that you just showed up out of nowhere, "the door is open!" paul called and you smiled to yourself, wrapping your hand around the door handle to open the door and step in.

as you stepped over to his bedroom, you saw him sprawled out in bed with his foot lifted up by multiple pillows and ice wrapped around his ankle, "oh paul-" you murmured, frowning when you realized he was definitely hurt and it wasn't just embry exaggerating.

he looked a bit caught off guard when he saw you, just offering you a small smile when he saw you step into the room. "hi princess," paul quickly regained his usual cocky composure as he used the nickname he knew would have you a blushing mess in a matter of seconds.

he was definitely right and you quickly felt your cheeks heating up as you stepped over to him so you could sit down on the edge of the bed next to him, smiling to yourself when he immediately brought his hand up to rest on your thigh.

"are you okay?" you asked softly, hesitating for a moment before sliding your hand over his, both of you pausing for a moment as you relished in the feeling of finally being able to touch eachother.

after a moment paul gently squeezed your thigh, "perfectly fine," he reassured, "jus' a broken ankle, should be fine in a day or so," he added and you rolled your eyes, giggling at his response.

"a day or so?" you asked teasingly, eyes drifting up his bare chest to his face where he looked like a deer caught in headlights, clearly wondering how the hell he was going to explain his way out of that one.

he paused for a moment before responding, just letting out a breathy laugh as he squeezed your thigh again, "or maybe a few weeks," he added sheepishly, resulting in your letting out another series of giggles.

"'s what i thought," you murmured teasingly, giggling when he slid his other hand up your other thigh to playfully pinch at your hip.

"did you just come here to make fun of me or are you planning on staying for a while?" paul asked, a smile on his face that had you a blushing mess again. despite the fact that both of you had yet to actually acknowledge your feelings for eachother, you did regularly find yourself cuddling with him which is apparently what he wanted right now.

"i s'pose i could stay for a while," you whispered, squealing when paul immediately slid his other hand up to your hip so he could lift you up and tug you down next to him so you were smushed into his side.

you giggled, running your hand up his chest to rest on his sternum as he tightened his grip around you to anchor you close to him, "just a little while," you added with a whisper, smiling up at paul, both of you knowing damn well you'd be spending more than a little while with him.

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extra: paul having to walk around in some stupid boot for the next 3 weeks even though he's fine after a day because he still won't tell reader about being a shapeshifter/having speedy healing and the boys think it's the funniest thing ever

#paul lahote #paul lahote fluff #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote blurb #paul lahote angst #twilight #the twilight saga #imagine #blurb #fluff #angst

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heehoonieluvs · 10 months

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I forgot

Heeseung x reader

Angst, fluff, smut

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Summary: Y/N had been waiting her entire career for this moment but her loving bf Heeseung is no where to be seen

F/N = female name

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, oral (f receiving), ass play (f receiving), squirting, daddy kink, use of pet names (please do let me know if I need to add more warnings 🤍)

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Y/N POV:

Tonight was the most important day for my career and it was only an hour till I had to arrive at the venue. All of these years that I had spent chasing my dream was finally going pay off. I was so excited yet nervous to show my friends and family what I had worked so hard for but I was especially excited to spend tonight with my amazing boyfriend Heeseung who had been nothing but supportive of my journey throughout our relationship. He had only just come back from tour a few days ago but he had been in and out due to his busy schedules as he had also just released his first ever collab with F/N.

I checked my watch once again. Why isn't he here yet? He hasn't texted or called at all today. Is he okay? I texted him again but got no response. I felt so upset and hurt that he hadn't even bothered to tell me what was happening even though he knew how much I was looking forward to tonight. Maybe he forgot? No he couldn’t have…

Just then, I got a text from my manager saying that my ride was waiting outside for me. I sighed and left, hoping that he was just late and would turn up to the event later.

Time skip

I looked around the venue, searching to see if Heeseung turned up. My manager said that there was no sign of him and he had not been responding to any of her messages. At this point I started to get pissed off. All these years that we had been together, I was there for him for everything. If he needed me there, I was there. No matter how big or how small the event, I was there. The one day I needed him there for me, he didn’t bother to turn up. I fought back the stinging tears that had threatened to fall and put on a smile as the awards started.

When the host announced my name, I felt an overwhelming amount of happiness inside of me. I gave my speech, thanking people that had helped me through everything. Just then the thought of Heeseung came up, reminding me that he had never turned up to witness this moment. I wrapped up my speech and quickly returned to my seat where I could see my manager and colleagues coming up to me. They all congratulated me and returned to their designated places, leaving me with my manager. I could tell that she knew what I was thinking and gave me a sympathetic smile.

"I know you're hurt that Heeseung isn't here, but just remember how strong you are and now you can show everyone that doubted you just how amazing you are."

"Thank you so much. I guess I just feel more disappointed at the fact that he never bothered to tell me what was going on."

"I know sweetie but he may have his reasons. Just live in the moment now and don’t let this tamper your special night"

I smiled at her feeling slightly better as a brushed aside the horrible feeling in my guts.

Time skip

I slammed the door shut and threw off my heels and jacket. Still no sign of Heeseung and it was way past the time that he usually came back. I shuffled my way towards the kitchen and went on my phone.

I scrolled through my social media accounts to kill time till he came back. Just then, I saw a news article from a few minutes ago saying LEE HEESEUNG AND F/N SPOTTED KISSING AT A PARTY. I opened the link, dreading whatever was about to pop up. The photos that came up gave me a shock as I looked at them. There were photos of them holding hands, cuddling, enjoying their time with their team. The last ones shocked me the most of them looking like they were kissing behind a tall plant and another with them on a balcony, supporting a shirtless Heeseung. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read through the blog. All this time I had spent worrying about him ended up being because he was spending time snuggling up with F/N. After F/N and her boyfriend had broken up days before, I had noticed that Heeseung had been going out more. I had never doubted Heeseung and I's relationship but this just made me feel betrayed, especially since he had missed today for it. I didn't want to believe that he had been cheating as I knew that he and F/N weren't the type of people to do such thing, so I shut off my phone and put on a film to gather my thoughts and think of how I’d confront him.

As soon as my eyes started to droop, I heard the familiar jingle of keys coming from the front door. Knowing who was on the other side, I ignored it and carried on watching the tv. When he walked in and spotted me, his entire face lifted, almost making me forget about how upset I was with him. He came over to me with open arms completely oblivious to the current situation.

"Baby! I missed you so much" he said as he came towards me, leaning in for a kiss.

When I saw it coming I moved away from him, leaving him confused as to why I was acting so cold towards him.

"What's the matter baby? Did I do something wrong?". He asked so many questions but I rolled my eyes and turned towards the screen.

"Babe, why are you dressed like that? Are you going out?"

If looks could kill, he was sure that he’d be 6 feet under right now. It took a second for the realisation to kick in before his face filled with guilt.

"Oh my god baby I'm so sorry. I-I completely forgot" he stuttered "I know nothing that I'll do or say can make up for this but I really did not realise. Please let me make it up to you?"

"Are you serious right now Heeseung? I cannot believe you" I shouted.

A flash of hurt came on his face as I said his name. I never called him that unless something was really wrong. He knew that this wasn't gonna be as easy as it usually is. He couldn't think of anything to say as all he wanted was to make his baby feel happy again. To see her beautiful face light up with her precious smile.

"You knew how much this day meant for me. I have always found a way to turn up to your events no matter what to support you yet the one time I wanted you here for me, you didn't even bother. I feel like I'm never important to you and I'm not even in the top 10 of your priorities. I don’t want to sound selfish but not once have I ever asked for anything in return yet you completely forget about my existence." I said with so much hurt in my voice. It made Heeseung’s heart hurt even more hearing it.

"Baby, please. Of course you're important to me. You're the most important thing in my entire life, don't ever say that you are any less. I know that I forgot about today and I'm an absolute idiot for not remembering but don't think that I don't care about you because that is not true at all."

I scoffed "Really? Because it doesn't seem that way since you've spent the day snuggling with F/N"

A look of confusion came upon his face once again "What do you mean?"

"Are you serious? I'm not stupid. I saw those pictures of you two together so don't start acting like you're so oblivious to this whole situation."

"Baby it wasn't what it looked like." He said panicking. He knew that there were photos taken but he didn't want people to take it the wrong way. He loved you more than anything and the photos taken manipulated what people saw to made it look a lot worse than it really was.

"That's what they all say Heeseung" I whispered, lowering my gaze towards my fidgeting fingers.

He sighed “Baby I know how those photos may have looked but I promise you, we only hugged once and it was after F/N’s manager made a toast to congratulate us on our collab.”

In a way I could understand that the whole purpose of the news article was to stir drama but it still didn’t explain everything.

“Okay. So how come this gathering just happened to be on the very night that you knew would happen for months? How come you were shirtless around F/N looking all cozy and shit.” All of the thoughts that had clouded my brain just spilled out my mouth like word vomit.

Heeseung had all the answers to your questions and was willing to explain everything to you. He already knew he was walking on eggshells and needed you to understand that he could never betray you in any way.

“I know I know princess, I should’ve remembered to keep this day free but it was a surprise set up by both F/N and my managers and they took me straight from dance practice. As for me being shirtless, I had just been pushed into the pool and was waiting for my shirt to dry. I know this all sounds like I’m just trying to make excuses but I promise bubba, everything that was shown in that news article was taken completely out of context.”

“And what about the two of you apparently kissing then?”

“Y/N I swear on Ddongsik that pic is absolutely bullshit. We were just having a conversation but it was taken from a weird angle.”

“Excuse me. Don’t bring my baby into this, he has no part in our drama.”

Heeseung chuckled “Ok I’m sorry princess but that’s the only way I can prove to you that everything I’m telling you is the truth.”

“I don’t know Heeseung. It’s just really hard for my to believe after you’ve been out so often and barely sparing me a glance whenever we have a bit of time together”

I could feel his soft fingers lift my chin up to look at him as he pressed his lips on mine. His love radiating, slightly melting the cold facade that I was putting up.

"No baby, you don't understand. Nothing happened between F/N and I, you can ask Jake. I just wanted to make sure that she was okay as she had been going through a rough time with the break up and all. I didn’t mean for it to seem like I was abandoning you but we’ve all been on alert since F/N didn’t seem like she had taken her break up well"

"I guess that makes sense and I trust you two. But with all of this and the recent comeback, I just can't help but feel insecure when everywhere I go, it's plastered with you guys."

"I'm so sorry baby. I know that's it's been hard for you but trust me when I say that I only want you. You're the one who I want to marry, have kids with and spend the rest of my life with. I can't see that with anyone else. I've been such a horrible boyfriend and I don't deserve an angel like you."

Seeing how distraught he was, I couldn’t help but reach out and embrace him

"Baby don't say that, you're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for."

"No, I missed the most important day of my princess’s career and made her upset. I cannot blame you for being mad at me. If I saw pictures of you with another guy, I’d be so pissed and I never wanna see my baby looking at another man with those gorgeous eyes. I cannot express in words how apologetic I am but I'm so sorry and I'll say it over and over again if it means that you'll forgive me"

"Baby you don't need to. I forgive you okay." I replied, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. As I moved back, he whined chasing my lips.

"One more please?" He begged

I giggled, making him smile so bright and leaned in for another kiss. Unlike before, Heeseung was more handsy, caressing every fibre of my body that he could reach. He slipped his tongue out to trace my bottom lip, silently asking permission for me to open my mouth. However, I decided to tease him and keep my mouth shut which caused him to whine and pull me closer. He then grabbed me by my waist and pulled me till I straddled his lap. He then reached down and grabbed a handful of my ass, causing me to gasp and give him enough time to sneak his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues caressed each others making us moan. He sucked on my tongue and groaned as I grinded onto his dick.

"Fuck baby." He moaned "You're making me so fucking hard right now. No one can ever make me feel like this. Only you princess."

He moved his mouth to my neck and sucked on my sweet spot, making me moan his name.

"God baby, say my name like that again" He said as he rubbed my clit through the lace of my thong.

I moaned his name over and over again as his started to rub even harder and faster.

"That's right baby. That's my good babygirl"

He lifted my dress over my head, leaving me in my black lace thong. Grabbing my boobs he leaned in and sucked on my nipples as he pulled my thong aside and rubbed my clit, rolling it between his fingers.

"Oh my god baby that feels so good" I moaned into his ear.

Then I could feel his finger entering my pussy and he started to pump it in and out.

"That's right babygirl. You're dripping all over daddy's fingers aren't you? You're such a good girl."

He carried on fingering me as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. His palm rubbed on my clit every time he pumped his fingers.

"Climb up baby, I want your juicy pussy to drip on my mouth. Let daddy have a taste" he said whilst licking his lips.

I climbed up and hovered over his face, letting him marvel at the sight of my juices dripping out from my pussy.

"That's it princess, give that juicy pussy to daddy. I wanna drink up every bit of you" he growled as he reached up for your ass to pull you down.

Being the tease that I was, I shimmied down slowly, taunting him, causing him to whine and try to stretch his neck to reach it.

"Come on princess, let daddy make you feel good"

As I lowered my pussy onto his mouth, he quickly grabbed my thighs, forcing me to grind my pussy onto his face. The vibrations of his moans went to my pussy causing me to grind down harder onto his tongue and let it fuck me deeper. He ate my pussy like a starved man shaking his head to get deeper. The pleasure was too much and I tried to get up a bit to let him breathe but he growled like a wild animal and pulled me back down to his greedy mouth.

“Don’t even think about moving away from me beautiful.”

He then started to move to my clit to suck and lick over it and move back to bury his tongue in my pussy. He repeated the process until I felt myself getting closer.

"Oh daddy I'm gonna cum. Please let me come."

"Yes that's it baby. Come in daddy's mouth" he growled. He brought his fingers up and started fingering me. He curled his fingers and started hitting my g spot. I moaned so loud, addicted to the pleasure that he was giving me. "Come on princess, you know what daddy wants you to do. Squirt your delicious juices everywhere. Soak daddy's face, I wanna drink you up."

He carried on fingering my g spot as his sucked hard on my clit. Then I felt an overwhelming feeling of pleasure as I squirted all over his face. He moaned as he sucked on my pussy, lapping up my juices. I carried on grinding on his face to ride out my orgasm as he greedily carried on eating me out.

"More baby. I wanna take all of it. Give it to me."

I whined as I felt my pussy getting sensitive. "But daddy, let me make you feel good. I wanna suck your dick."

"No baby" he responded "tonight is about you. I want you to come all over my face till you can't take it anymore and you're begging for me to stop."

"Please daddy? Just a little taste?" I asked in my cutest voice with the most adorable pout that I could muster.

But as much as Heeseung wanted to fuck your cute little mouth, he wanted to taste you all night and not stop. He was so addicted to you and needed to have your taste on his mouth.

"Daddy said no princess. Another time. Now let me eat your pussy again". And with that he pulled me down so my shoulders were on his lap and my legs were over his shoulders.

His face hovered over my pussy and he looked greedily like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey. He observed the way my pussy glistened and how it clenched tightly from the intensity of the previous orgasm. He also observed how my asshole looked so inviting, tempting him to have a taste. He they dived in with his tongue and once again started tongue fucking my pussy. The new position caused so much more pleasure, making my eyes roll back. As he shook his head and sucked my clit, he looked at me with so much love and lust. We held our gaze as he stopped and moved back. I was about to complain but stopped and gasped when he stuck his tongue out and dipped it into my asshole. As he fucked his tongue in my puckered hole deeper, I could feel it wriggle inside me, making me moan even louder. I could feel him smile as he ate my ass out. If that wasn't enough he started to nod his head as he licked all the way from my ass to my clit over and over again. He did that for a while and went back to tongue fucking my ass. He could see my pussy clenching as I tried to hold back my orgasm but he wasn't having it. So he brought his hand up and started to rub my clit fast as his other kept me balance and close to his talented mouth. I carried on screaming, not caring if others could hear. Heeseung was so turned on and was desperate to taste you again.

"Come on baby. That's it. Squirt for daddy again. Yes. Yes. YES!" He screamed as you showered his face. At once he drank up your juice, not letting any go to waste. He held you close as he buried his face, not wanting you to get away from him. "God princess, you're so fucking sexy, squirting on daddy's face. Are you okay?"

My heart melted at his concern wondering how he could be so perfect "Yes daddy"

He let me down so I could sit on his lap as he held me like a baby, his baby. As he stroked my back, he littered my face with tiny pecks, causing me to giggle. I buried my face into his neck whilst he hummed into my ear.

"I really am sorry baby. If I have to I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you" he whispered in my ear.

I looked up to him and kissed his pouting lips "No need to baby, it's over and done with now. I love you"

"I love you too baby"

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"So can I suck your dick now daddy" I asked in a cute voice, looking at him like a puppy.

He grinned back at me "You're gonna be the death of me you cheeky little monster"

Let's just say that I got a lot more than I bargained for that night... or maybe week 😏😉

Author’s note: Thank you so much for taking the time to read my ff, I hope you enjoyed it. I know this is quite all over the place in terms of who’s speaking but I’m aware that my writing isn’t the greatest 😅 please look forward to more works in the future and don’t be afraid to give me some “inspiration” for future smut and for which members 🤭

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His Hands

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 931

Summary: The thoughts the reader has about Dean's Hands.

Trigger Warnings: None

Requested: No.

A/N: I honestly couldn't tell you where this came from and it might be awful. It was just a combination of thoughts that I had to get onto paper. Please let me know what you think :) x

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Since I was a child, I have always been fascinated by hands. I remember a time when I would stare at the wrinkles in my grandmother's hands and imagine the life that they had endured. The stories they could tell if given the chance. She hated her hands, they were old, wrinkly, brittle and aged. A combination of words that she would use to describe her dislike for the hands that had served her for her eighty plus years. I took notice of my father's hands, the rough calluses that reflected the physical toll that his work had on him. My mother's hands, the softness in which they would brush over my skin. Any person that I met, at some point in time I would notice their hands. How they carried themselves, the motions they carried out with their hands.

Which is why it caught me off guard the first time I had felt Dean’s hands on my skin. The first time I met him, I had watched him strangle a demon with his bare hands, not a move meant to kill it, only an attempt to satisfy Dean’s anger.

The green eyed hunters eyes were locked with the black orbs of the demons. A grin plastered across the demons face as Dean gripped tighter around his throat. I could see the rage emanating off of Dean as Sam muttered the words to the exorcism. I watched as Dean’s face contorted into one of utter fury, a yell leaving his parted lips. He only released his grip on the body, when the black plume of smoke rushed from the body shrieking as it was sent back to hell.

I had nearly crawled inside of my skin as Dean turned his attention from the Demon that had been before him, to myself. I hadn't realized that I had pulled myself into the corner, cowered and done my best to make myself as small as possible before the two Winchester brothers. Another wave of fear had crashed over me as Dean's eyes locked with mine. I watched as he raised his bruised and battered hands in a mock surrender, his knuckles bloody and split open. They had to hurt, but they didn't seem to bother him at this moment.

At that time, I didn't know Dean from anyone on the street. My whole world had been turned upside down in a matter of hours. I had been taken from my apartment in the middle of the night by the man that turned out to be a supernatural. He had gotten into every corner of my brain, places that I didn't even know existed. Brought every thought filled with self hatred and doubt to the forefront of my mind. That was before the two men that stood before me, had burst into the room. A fact that the demon disliked, his attention immediately focusing on the two of them instead of myself. They argued back and forth, their words spit at the other like bullets from a gun. I couldn't really tell you what they said, even to this day it is all a blur within my mind.

Dean's eyes had locked with mine, soothing words of reassurance leaving his lips. He could tell I was poised to bolt, a deer in the headlights of terror. He kept his hands where I could see them and slowly approached me. He had crouched down next to me and extended one of his hands, offering it to me to help me to my feet. I took it and was caught off guard by the gentleness that he responded with. The calluses on his fingers brushed against the inside of my wrists as he pulled me to my feet. His grip on me had been firm but unmistakably gentle, almost soft. His hands were no longer an extension to the violence that I had seen moments earlier, now they were a source of comfort.

Since that first night, I had learned even more about what makes Dean the man that he is. I understood the anger that allowed him to strangle that Demon the first night we met. I had watched as he used his hands for the overall good of mankind. I saw desperation in his motions as he worked to patch up the many wounds and injuries that I acquired. Felt the gentleness leaching through his fingertips when he brushed away the stray hair that hindered my sight.

The first time he held me as I cried, his hands holding my body so tight against him it was all consuming. The need that flowed through him when he climbed into my bed for the first time, tugging me into his chest for comfort. Whether it was comfort for him or myself, neither of us would ever admit.

I had felt his grief through his grip on my body, late one night, as he clung to me. When the world had gone dark and silent, his choked sobs the only noise that fell upon our ears. A side of Dean that very few people would ever see, a side that Dean considered weak.

I experienced the feeling of love in a whole new way the first time his thumb brushed my cheek. One of his hands cupping my jaw, while the other pulled me by my waist into his embrace.

I have always been able to tell a lot about people by their hands, yet I never expected to find myself in love with a man whose hands were capable of giving me the world.

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Boats and Babies

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: The Wonka family takes a trip to the beach.

"You...what?!" you asked incredulously.

"I bought a boat!" Willy repeated gleefully. You stood in the kitchen frozen, mouth agape trying to process the information. He let you stand there a few awkward moments before he finally added with a snicker, "Just for the weekend."

"Don't you DO that to me, Willy Wonka!" You bopped him on the arm with the wooden spoon in your hand with your exaggeration of "do." He laughed and feigned hurt from your retaliation. "So you RENTED a boat. And what are you going to do with a boat, pray tell?"

"WE are going on an outing this weekend. Just the three of us. As much as I love the world of our own that we have carved out on land, I do sometimes miss the sea," his voice trailed off.

You loved the idea of getting out of town for a bit, enough to forgive his earlier prank. You and Willy hadn't taken a trip since Ben was born. The boy was finally big enough to handle some adventure and had been obsessed with boats as of late.

You spent the rest of the week gathering up what you would need for some fun in the sun with a toddler in tow. Willy mapped out a route to a beach far enough away for a fun boat ride but close enough not to require an overnight stay.

The day finally came to pack up the boat and launch. Ben clapped as the family walked to the docks. One of his favorite things to do lately was to look at the boats. You and Willy had kept your plans quiet from the boy.

"I have a surprise for you, Bean," Willy said as he knelt down to the boy's level. "How would you like to actually go for a ride on a boat?"

Ben looked up at you both with eyes as big as saucers. "Really?!" he shouted.

"Really!" Willy responded with equal excitement. You all walked a little further down the dock. "Here she is." He stepped down into the boat, then turned and gestured for Ben to come closer. Suddenly nervous, the boy attached himself to your leg.

Willy patiently held out his arms. "It's alright, Bean. I've got you." Timidly, Ben stepped closer and reached out to his father, who deftly scooped him up and set him down in the boat. Ben clung to Willy's shirt as the boat rocked. "Don't worry, son. You'll get your sea legs eventually. Now, let's get this lifejacket on you so I can help Mamma get our things into the boat."

Once he got the boy settled, Willy grabbed and stowed the bags, then offered you his hand. It had been a while since your last boat ride, so you felt a little shaky, too. You lost your balance slightly and fell back into Willy, who caught you by the elbows. "Well, hello there." He grinned down at you and waggled his eyebrows. More than six years together, and he was still a flirt.

As expected from a lifetime on the water, Willy was a natural at prepping and launching the boat. Soon, you were out on open water. Ben relaxed and took in the sights, though he kept a tight grip on your hand. You enjoyed the feeling of the wind in your hair, and when you closed your eyes, you felt like you were flying. You looked back at Willy with a huge smile and found him staring back at you with a content, dreamy smirk.

After an hour or so on the water, the beach appeared on the horizon. As you got closer, Willy jumped over the side to pull the boat to shore and help you both out. Restless from sitting, Ben immediately started running around, picking up shells. Willy cautioned him to stay out of the water until everything was unpacked.

You and Willy got everything set up quickly, complete with blanket for lounging and umbrella for shade. Once set, Willy ran after Ben, grabbed him from behind, and spun him around. The boy shrieked with glee as you all made your way to the water's edge.

Nothing prepared your heart for the sight of Willy wading in the shallows, pants rolled up and holding Ben's chubby little hand. They pointed and chattered about the little creatures in the tide pools as Willy recounted stories of the wide variety of animals he had seen on his voyages. Ben ran back and forth between Willy and you, bringing you shells and pebbles from his scavenging. When they moved on to build sand castles, you stepped away to prepare lunch.

"Alright, my boys. Time to eat!" you called. Willy grabbed up Ben by the waist and hoisted him onto his shoulders.

"Hi, Mamma," he waved from the towering height of his papa's frame as they got to the picnic blanket where you sat. Willy flipped the boy over before gently setting him down beside you.

"Hi, baby. Ready to eat?"

"Yeah! My tummy growly," he said before growling like a bear.

"Mine, too," Willy agreed, growling back.

The boys eagerly devoured the sandwiches you prepared. Exhausted and full, Ben quickly succumbed to the relaxing sounds of the waves hitting the shore and napped in the shade of the umbrella. Willy laid his head in your lap, and you couldn't help but card your fingers through his chocolate curls.

He looked up at you and smiled. "I love you. I love this," looking over at Ben. "I want more."

"Me, too."

Willy quickly propped himself up on an elbow to stare at you. "Really?!"

"You say that a lot, don't you, Mr. Wonka?"* You winked. "Really. I had already been giving it some thought, but seeing you today with Ben convinced me. For someone who was worried he wouldn't know what to do, you're awfully good at being a father."

"And you are the best mother," he replied as he lifted his hand to your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes with a soft sigh.

"I always wanted a big family," he reminisced as he laid his head back down. "But I never thought it would be in the cards for me. Sometimes, when Mamma had to work and it was too quiet with just me on the boat, I wondered what it would be like to have siblings. That dream died with her until I found Noodle. I don't want Bean to ever be lonely like that."

A tear slipped from your cheek to his as you looked down into his greenish blue eyes. He had such a big heart and so much love to share.

Before you could respond, Ben started to stir, and Willy slipped back into dad mode. He rolled off your lap onto his belly to be level with the boy, chin resting on his forearms. Ben blinked the sleep from his eyes and smiled. "Hi, Papa."

"Hi, Bean. Ready for some more adventure? I think it's high time that I teach you how to swim." You watched the two run back to the water's edge, in awe of Willy's near boundless energy. You knew he'd have no trouble keeping up with another little one. Or two.

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tired - jotaro kujo x reader

set during pt. 4, you and jotaro get into a little bit of an argument (kinda fluffy ending dw, also tbh Jotaro might be a bit ooc here, it's been a while since I watched part 4)

You endured the journey to Egypt together. You endured grad school together. You then endured telling a rambunctious teenager about the slutty old man. Then it was Angelo, then Red Hot Chili Pepper, and now, Yoshikage Kira.

It was 8:37 pm. Jotaro paced your shared suite at the Grand Morioh Hotel back and forth. Yoshikage Kira had escaped today, becoming unrecognizable. For the first time in a long, long, time; a fight had ended in a draw for Jotaro Kujo, even worse, Koichi had to endure part of this battle on his own. Koichi fought well, even then, he still ended up getting his stomach punched out. Jotaro reflected on the situation and fought with himself mentally, passing glances as you sat curled on the couch, reading a book.

Jotaro did not get close to many people, let alone finding a partner that he actually wanted to stick with. Having seen the horrors of the journey to Egypt, you understood and processed the same thing that he had to. You had helped each other through the grief of your dear friends, you had helped him defeat Dio for god's sake. Despite him not being a man of many words (hell, in the years you've been married he hadn't verbally said it outside of big moments and times he couldn't express love otherwise), you understood him better than anyone else could at this point. You knew how he showed his loved, you knew how he thought. However, you couldn't quite figure out what caused this stir.

Jotaro sat on the chair next to the loveseat you were reading on, elbows resting on his knees, his face buried in his hands. After a sigh, he leaned back in the chair.

"Don't you get tired of doing this?" He asked you, with a twinge of pain in his voice.

It clicked for you.

"Never, not when it's with you." You responded, finally taking a look up from your book. Folding it shut, you leaned over the arm rest and studied your husband. "Why do you ask?" You questioned.

For the first time in years, there was an uncomfortable, thick tension between the two of you. His usually stoic demeanor began to crack, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath.

"I just. . . I worry."

"Jotaro, we literally fought an insane vampire as teenagers, and we weren't even together by that point, we can handle a murder mystery."

"I worry for you."

"I worry about you too, but that kinda comes with the whole stand users thing, your family lineage thing. It's not a big deal."

"Today I watched another kid reach the brink of death, Koichi, and he would've died had it not been for Josuke. We met Reimi, she was killed by a stand user. That kid- Shigechi, I think Josuke called him?" Jotaro gulped. "He died by that same one. That damn arrow creating all these stupid users. It wouldn't be our problem, the kids' problem, without interaction with me and my damn bloodline."

"Jotaro, I-"

The stoic man began to crack. "I'm sick of hurting the people I'm around, even if it's not even my fault." Jotaro sighed and looked at you for one more moment before dropping his head. "I want you to go home back to Florida."

You shook your head in shock and sat up on the sofa. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me." Jotaro said, not even looking at you at this point, not wanting you to see the tears glazed over his eyes. Over the years, you two had been inseparable since you had met on the journey to Egypt. You graduated high school the same term, went to the same university and even grad school. "Jotaro, I'm not just going to leave you, we're partners. We've been through hell and back and-"

"Things are only getting worse and more dangerous. This isn't about being partners, this is about survival. Your survival." He said sternly, continuing to pace, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"I can handle myself, Jotaro." You refuted, growing a bit aggravated you felt your spouse was trying to push you away.

Jotaro's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with frustration. "This isn't about you being weak, it's about you being safe." he argued back, his voice appeared to be dripping with exasperation, coating his true concern for you. "I can't bear the thought of something happening to you because of me."

"I'm not just some bystander, Jotaro!" you yelled back, your own anger boiling over causing you to raise your voice. "I've been by your side through everything, and I'm not about to leave you now just because things are more dangerous!" After you had raised your voice, you exchanged glares and stood in the heavy silence. You loved him so much, you wouldn't leave his side, no matter how much he might want you to. "I-" You paused. "I'm sorry for yelling, but I know what I walked into twelve years ago, I know what I walked into marrying you. I'm not going back home." You solidified. Jotaro, still facing away, supressed the small smile growing on his face. As much as he cared for your safety, Jotaro was grateful you'd be there for everything.

"Good freakin' grief, You're so damn stubborn, you know that?" he muttered, his frustration dissipating. Jotaro quickly turned to face the window and sniffled, trying to keep himself composed. "I'm not letting you go through this alone." You said firmly. You wouldn't go back even if God came down to earth and told you to. Jotaro wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned into side as you gazed out over the town. He planted a quick kiss on the top of your head. "I love you, (y/n)."

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Part 3, Lipstick

Nate Archibald x fem! Reader (named)

What are you doing here? With Dan?’ Nate asked, eyebrows raised. Dan grabbed Charlotte’s hand, ‘We’re dating’ He announced, ‘We are?’ Charlotte asked, Dan gave her a look, ‘I-I mean, Yeah! We are!’ She corrected herself. ‘What?!’ Serena said, shock evident in her eyes and speech. ‘We broke up a month ago Dan! And you find one of my good friends to date?’. Dan rolled his eyes, ‘Exactly Serena. We broke up a month ago, and You are lip locking with someone else. I guess mistakes do repeat themselves, even bad ones.’ With that he grabbed Charlotte’s arm and led her away.

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‘What was that?’ Charlotte asked her ponytail smacking her back. ‘I don’t know! I guess I panicked!’ Dan said, running his hands through his disheveled hair. She sighed, ‘it’s ok, we didn’t plan any of that did we?’ ‘Anyways,’ Dan said, ‘What’s your history with Nate?, you mentioned something about liking him for a few years.’ Charlotte sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. ‘It's a long story, but the short version is that I've had a crush on Nate for a while. We've been friends, but I've never had the courage to tell him how I feel.’ ‘Friends?’ Dan raised his eyebrow, ‘That’s interesting. Never thought Nate would be friends with someone other then the upper east side elite.’ Charlotte laughed, ‘Hey! He isn’t that bad you know. And I did go to Constance for a while and my father runs a successful Architectural firm, so never really felt out of place.’ She remarked, ‘I actually met Chuck first, while staying in his dad’s hotel, he’s the one who introduced me to Blair and then Serena and then eventually, I met Nate.’ Dan nodded, ‘Okay, but I find it hard to believe that Chuck didn’t…. You know, try to have sex with you?’ She laughed ‘Oh, believe me! He did! And I now find it hilarious that I didn’t even know until Blair told me that he was trying to!’ ‘And then, I deflected his advances and we formed a playful relationship.’ Dan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A playful friendship with Chuck Bass? That's quite a feat." Charlotte smiled wryly. "I've always been good at handling his charm and deflecting his advances. Besides, I think he respected my boundaries." Dan opened his mouth to respond, but Nate intervened.

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‘Charlotte? Are-are you really dating Dan?’ Nate asked his voice slightly trembling, ‘I-I am!’ She said, with sudden confidence and while grabbing Dan’s hand, ‘Oh…’ Nate’s voice trembled. He looked up and pointed towards the the house, ‘I’m gonna go, Catheri-someone’s waiting for me.’ Nate turned and walked away, leaving Charlotte and Dan standing there in an awkward silence. Charlotte bit her lip, feeling a mix of guilt and confusion. She hadn't expected Nate to react this way. After all, he had never shown any romantic interest in her before, and they had always been just friends.

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Dan, on the other hand, was trying to process the unexpected turn of events. He hadn't planned on telling Serena that he and Charlotte were dating, but the situation had forced his hand. Now he found himself in the middle of a complicated love triangle involving his ex-girlfriend and his new girlfriend's longtime crush.As the night wore on, the tension between Charlotte, Dan, and the rest of the group was palpable. Serena couldn't help but feel hurt and confused by Dan's sudden relationship with her friend, and Nate was struggling to come to terms with the fact that Charlotte had moved on. Blair, always one to enjoy drama, was relishing in the chaos, and Chuck was observing the situation with his usual smirking indifference.The party continued, with guests mingling and gossiping about the unexpected developments. Charlotte tried her best to enjoy herself, but the awkwardness of the situation hung over her like a dark cloud. She couldn't help but steal glances at Nate from across the room, wondering if he would ever come to terms with her new relationship.

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Meanwhile, Dan was torn between his lingering feelings for Serena and his growing connection with Charlotte. He had always been the outsider in the Upper East Side world, and now he found himself even more entangled in its web of secrets and scandals.

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As the night came to a close, and the guests began to depart, Charlotte couldn't shake the feeling that her return to Constance had brought more complications than she had ever anticipated. She knew that navigating the treacherous waters of Manhattan's elite would be challenging, but she had never expected it to be this complicated.

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The days that followed were filled with more drama, as Charlotte tried to balance her friendship with Serena, her new relationship with Dan, and her lingering feelings for Nate. The dynamics of the group were shifting, and no one was quite sure how to handle it.And in the midst of it all, Chuck Bass was watching, waiting, and plotting in his typical enigmatic fashion. He had always been the puppet master of their little world, and he had no intention of letting go of the strings anytime soon.The stage was set for a tumultuous school year at Constance Billard and St. Jude's, with secrets, betrayals, and unexpected alliances waiting to unfold. The Upper East Side was about to become even more scandalous, and Charlotte Jackson was right in the center of it all.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 4 months

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Hi!! Would I be able to request a 13th doctor imagine where the reader thinks if her like an older sister, and accidentally calls her such?

yes, absolutely! this is my first time properly writing for any of the doctors, so please go easy on me if they're not in character sksdjks

Almost Siblings (platonic! Thirteenth Doctor x reader)

Warnings: reader is mentioned to have some problems with their family (although it's not specified what or how bad it is), tiny hurt/comfort (the reader gets a little emotional near the end and cries some and The Doctor comforts them)

Growing up, you never really had the best relationships with the people in your family. Maybe there were a few who you got along with, but it wasn't enough to get you to stay when The Doctor showed up.

She asked you to be her companion as she traveled around the universe, and with such an alluring offer like that how could you refuse?

The longer you journeyed with her across the stars, the more you began to look up to her. She became somewhat of a role model to you, almost like the older sister you never had.

You didn't tell her this, though, as you were worried that she didn't think that of you in return. Naturally, your fears were incorrect, as The Doctor absolutely adored you, but you managed to convince yourself that she was that affectionate and caring to everyone when in reality she really wasn't.

You were content to keep your familial feelings towards her a secret for the rest of eternity, and just never bring it up, which all went according to plan... until the one day it didn't.

The Doctor was tinkering around with some of the controls for the TARDIS, while you were working on a crossword puzzle, of all things.

"Hm... six letter word for cat..." you muttered to yourself, tapping your pencil against your chin as you sat back, deep in thought.

"Try feline," she suggested from across the room, ducking down as she began checking out some of the control panel's cords.

"That works." You scribbled in the word before moving on to the next one. "What about a seven letter word for angry?"

The Doctor didn't respond this time, too focused on what she was doing with the cords. Her soft muttering made it quite obvious she wasn't paying attention to you like before.

You shrugged and moved on to the next one, filling most of them out except for a few. Safe to say you were stumped.

"Hey sis, can you come over here and help me figure the rest of these out?" The words left your mouth before you could even process what you were saying. It was only afterwords that you realized you'd made a mistake when you called her sis, a casual word for sister that gave away how you truly thought of her.

"What?" The Doctor poked her head out from around the control panel, a curious look on her face. "Did you say something?"

You breathed a sigh of relief as you realized she hadn't heard you. 'Thank God', you thought to yourself.

"Um, yeah, I was just wondering if you could come over here and help me fill out the rest of these." You tried to keep your voice sounding as calm as possible, even after your anxiety inducing slip up.

She perked up at that, quickly getting up and making her way over. "Yeah, of course! Which ones do you need help with?"

You pointed them out to her, and she did her best with figuring them out until you'd finally done them all. "There you are, now they're all filled out and accounted for." She beamed with pride.

You felt an immense amount of joy at her words. "Thanks, sis," you said as she began walking away. She stopped, and that's when you realized you'd said it again.

"What? What did you call me?" The Doctor asked as she turned back around.

You froze as you tried to think up a lie. When you couldn't, you settled on just telling her the truth. You took a deep breath and said, "I, uh, called you sis. Sorry."

Rather than being upset like you thought, her face split into a wide grin. "That's what you called me earlier, too, wasn't it? Oh, I knew I wasn't imagining things!" She cheerfully clapped her hands together a few times.

"Wait. You... don't have a problem with it?" You asked in confusion, having fully expected her reaction to be the exact opposite of what it was.

"Why would I have a problem with that? I'm glad to know someone as extraordinary as you thinks so highly of me."

Her words were so sincere and heartfelt they ended up bringing tears to your eyes. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," you confessed, clearly choked up.

The Doctor's face fell at the first sight of your tears, quickly making her way over to you. "Oh, dear, are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." She warmly comforted, rubbing your back soothingly.

You shook your head at her words. "No, no, you didn't upset me. I promise I'm fine, it's just- your words made me a little emotional, that's all."

She nodded her head before asking, "Will you start crying again if I say that you're the best younger sibling anyone could ever ask for?"

You sniffled, trying to fight back the fresh tears as you let out a soft "No".

She patted your shoulder gently in hopes of making you feel better. "Well, you are. The very best." She added, a gentle smile forming on her face.

You smiled back before pulling her in for a hug. "And you're the best biggest sister in the entire galaxy."

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sanjiluvrr1 · 1 year

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ZORO x READER

Warnings: none

Summary: Just Zoro falling in love with reader

Zoro had never been one to shy away from his responsibilities. As a member of the Straw Hat crew, he had a duty to protect his friends and do whatever it took to achieve their goals. So, when he started to feel something more than friendship for Y/N, he knew he had to do something about it.

The problem was, he didn't know what to do. He had always been so focused on his training, his goals, and his ambitions that he had never really allowed himself to develop any romantic feelings for anyone. But with Y/N, everything was different. There was something about her that drew him in, that made him feel things he had never felt before.

It started with simple things, like the way she laughed at his jokes, or the way she would pat him on the back after a tough battle. Zoro found himself thinking about her more and more, wondering what it would be like to be with her. But every time he caught himself thinking that way, he would quickly shake his head and return to his training.

He knew he couldn't let himself get distracted. The crew was counting on him, and he had to be at his best if they were going to make it through their next adventure. But the more he tried to push his feelings aside, the stronger they became.

Y/N was completely oblivious to Zoro's internal struggle. She had always thought of him as a close friend and trusted ally. She enjoyed spending time with him, whether it was training together or just hanging out on the deck of the ship. But she never suspected that he might be harboring romantic feelings for her.

Zoro tried his best to avoid any situation that might make his feelings for Y/N stronger. He would purposely stay out of her way during meals, and he would train at odd hours of the night to make sure he wouldn't run into her. Whenever she tried to strike up a conversation with him, he would keep his responses short and to the point, never letting his guard down.

Y/N started to notice that something was off with Zoro, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She knew he was always serious and focused on his training, but lately, it seemed like he was avoiding her. She tried not to take it personally, but she couldn't help feeling a little hurt.

One day, Y/N decided to confront Zoro about his behavior. She found him sitting alone on the deck, staring out at the sea. "Hey," she said, sitting down next to him. "Is everything okay?"

Zoro tensed up at the sound of her voice. He hadn't expected her to approach him like this, and he didn't know how to respond. "Yeah, everything's fine," he muttered, keeping his eyes fixed on the horizon.

Y/N wasn't convinced. "It doesn't seem like everything's fine," she said gently. "You've been avoiding me lately. Did I do something wrong?"

Zoro shook his head. "No, it's not you," he said, finally turning to face her. "It's me. I just don't want to distract myself from my training. I need to stay focused."

Y/N frowned. "You don't have to avoid me to stay focused," she said. "We're friends, Zoro. We can talk to each other, you know."

Zoro looked away again, feeling a knot form in his stomach. He wanted to tell her everything, to confess his feelings and hope that she would feel the same way. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was too scared of the rejection, too scared of ruining their friendship.

"I know," he said finally. "I just...I don't want to mess things up."

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parkersbliss · 2 years

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okay so i had this idea,, what if five has to pick between y/n (who isn't their partner yet) and saving his family? like, maybe the handler wants y/n in exchange for a briefcase thatll get his family home and stop the apocalypse and all that stuff.. what do you think he'd do? (..and is it possible to request an angsty fic out of it.. or you can just share your thoughts ! ^^)

this is too good to not write a fic of!! here it is:

Home | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc; 900ish

warnings: kidnapping, violence, the usual

synopsis: when fives forced to chose between your life or a way home, what does he pick?

a/n: yeah I firmly believe five would do this. there’s no way he’d chose.

requests: CLOSED

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It was quiet, eerily so.

It was taunting, really. Sitting alone with only your thoughts for company. Though there was occasionally, her to talk to. But really, she wasn’t fun to talk to. I mean, who wants to talk to the person that kidnapped them?

Honestly, if you were on your deathbed, you still wouldn’t talk to her. She was just so… peculiar. Always making these snide, barely-there comments on things. She certainly loved commenting on Five. You had a feeling, at some point, before the de-aging of Five, they hooked up. Which was weird to think about, considering he was very much not a senior or someone who looked like he could even get close to engaging in such an act with the Handler.

You often wondered if she was just immortal. It was such a nice surprise when she strolled back in like Five hadn't just shot her in the head.

And, of course, now she’d kidnapped you. These were one of those times you really wished you’d had some sort of power. Teleportation would sure be handy.

But no, instead, you were being used as leverage against Five. Again, stupid because Five wouldn’t pick you. You weren’t even sure if your relationship.

She had told you many times the plan she had for you. Five would stroll in, she’d hold a gun to your head and tell him to pick between you or his family.

You really loved knowing about your imminent death. You actually didn’t know what Five was going to do. You don’t blame him if he picks his family. Blood is thicker than water. Besides, although you’ve known Five for about a year now, he’s known you for less than twenty days.

You loved him, but you were sure he wasn’t going to reciprocate that.

Suddenly, there’s the sound of multiple crashes, someone shouts and discussion, and The Handler steps in front of you.

She claps her hands and squeals. “Oh, it’s show time, dear!”

“You’re better than I thought,” Someone croaked.

“And you are entirely average,” The person responded, which you knew better than anyone.

Five’s head turns to you, and The Handler strolls forward.

When he spots you, his face drops, and his jaw hardens.

“What do you want?” He spits.

“Oh, why so harsh?”

“What do you want?” He repeats a little more force this time.

“I want to propose you a deal,” The Handler drawls. “You let me keep the girl, and I get you a ticket home.”

Five just scoffs. “No way.”

The Handler tuts him. “A briefcase,” She corrects. “It’ll take you back to 2019, no apocalypse and no more prepubescent body.”

“No apocalypse?” Five questions.

Your heart drops a little at that. Of course, you expected him to put his family first, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“No apocalypse,” She echoes. “No more child-like body. No more problems. All you have to do is let me keep her.”

“And do what?”

She smiles, pulling the gun from her skirt. “Do this.”

The cold metal pressed against your forehead, and you let out a quiet whimper. It felt so much more real with it right between your eyes. You screwed your eyes shut, feeling your eyes well with tears. It was all happening so fast. You'd been stranded in 1973 for almost a year. It gave you time to process how you felt about Five. It made you realize how much you missed him — how much you needed him.

“Chose wisely, Five,” The Handler grins. “I can get you home.”

She clicks off the safety trigger, and you feel a single tear roll down your cheek.

“No apocalypse, nothing? We go back, and it’s normal?”

“Right where you left off.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you’re stuck here.”

“And what do you get out of this?”

She shrugs. “To watch you suffer no matter which one you chose. Consider it payback for shooting me in the head — I’ll shoot hers.”

“Can I,” He gulps. “Can I talk to her?”

The Handler drops her gun, seeming please with her exchange. “You can.”

She steps back, and Five runs forward. He leans down to your level, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “(Y/N), listen to me. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna jump us, so you have to understand that we’re gonna be hunted. Do you understand that she won’t stop?”

You nod frantically, sniffling still. You weren't even sure you could speak because you were stunned. He came back for you. He was going to risk everything for you.

“Okay,” He said. “I’ll be right back.”

In a flash, he grabs the gun from the Handler, shooting her in the leg and sprinting back towards you. He yanks the restraints off, apologizing as they rub at your raw skin.

The Handler starts to get up, and he blinks you both out.

Your legs feel like jelly from sitting so long and having just been on death's door. Five notice, and he wraps an arm around your waist as you fall into him. You start to cry, having just experienced something so traumatic, and Five's heart breaks.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I'm so sorry. I should've been there. She shouldn't have taken you in the first place—”

“Thank you,” You force out. “Thank you for choosing me.”

Five shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I would never choose between you and my family, okay? And I am never letting something like that happen again.”

You sniffle, blinking away the tears as you lean on his shoulder. “Okay.”

“We’re gonna find a way home,” Five promises, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “We are going home without her help.”

— END —

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yandere-fics · 1 month

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♡ Elisha Spends The Summer With An Immortal Maiden In Your Forest ♡

(This is 4,113 words so the longest fic I've written for one of my characters on their own.)

♡ Immortals were essential to the balance of life, you had to remain in your forest lest it wither and die without your presence, vampires must exist otherwise humans would hunt too many animals in the forests they resided in, dragons had to keep their forests safe havens, likewise there had to be those who hunted vampires who did not remain in their dens, there had to be a dragon slayer to keep dragons from getting too bold, and there had to be people who would come to try to harm you so you would be driven to stay in your forest and never leave, not that you would even if there weren't those trying to hunt you, but once upon a time in your youth you had thought about leaving your forest until you felt the cool steel of knife against your neck, in the end venturing out wasn't worth it. ♡

♡ When Elisha came into your forest wounded from a fight with what seemed like a giant dragon, you felt you had to take care of her, sure she could have healed on her own but her recovering quickly was essential for things falling into their natural order, it wouldn't do to have her out of commission and as the chosen one, you could tell from the seal on her boots, she surely would not bring harm to you so it wouldn't hurt you to help, so you dragged her back to your clearing in the woods and started to make medicine for her wounds. ♡

"Oh! You're awake! I found you at the edge of my forest and brought you inside to protect you." You kneeled down next to her sleeping roll with the bowl of soup you'd made for her, you knew she'd wake up today, you just hadn't realized she'd wake up so soon. You'd likely be able to get her out of your forest in a month with how fast she was recovering, it made you a bit sad to think you'd be alone again, even the company of a comatose body was better than no company. "I'm the maiden who guards these woods, you are the chosen one, correct?"

"That's me, honestly if I had to get stabbed through the stomach with a dragons claw just to see you, it's entirely worth it." She tried to sit up, flinching at the pain in her stomach, the wound luckily wasn't too deep but there still was a hole in her stomach at the current moment so she really shouldn't be moving at all for another week. She didn't respond well when you pushed her to lay back down, she was going to be an extremely rough patient to deal with. The first week passed without incident.

♡ Despite her non stop flirting, living with her was good, on the second week when she had actually became capable of moving again though still had to refrain from straining herself she followed you to the lake when you collected water for your camp. She wanted to help carry the buckets back but you refused to let her, her recovery was the most important thing at the moment. She was rather easy to talk to as well much to your surprise, she seemed nonchalant at first but it seemed to just be a mask, she was in fact a rather sweet and loving person to talk to. ♡

♡ She also understood everything you said quite well, you didn't need to explain basic concepts to her about how the forest worked or the creatures that resided there, she grasped it all very well and even wrote small journal entries about every creature that lived there, except for the pixies, they freaked her out every time you pointed out one of them, she'd mumbled under her breath something about them being demonic little shits before catching herself and apologizing, you supposed everyone had things they weren't able to handle though. ♡

"Fucking fuck!" You darted over to where Elisha was only to see her freaking out because a pixie had landed on a tree branch next to her head and she really didn't like it, you almost thought it was cute for a second because you realized she was actually a bit freaked out and came over to help her.

"It's okay, let's just keep walking, I'll hold your hand as we go, okay?" She fumbled for a minute trying to decide what to say before sighing and just taking your hand.

"Thanks, I guess." It was charming when she tried to pretend she didn't appreciate the gesture.

♡ Elisha insisted on following you everywhere in your forest during the third week, no longer only following you if you went long distances like to the lake, now following you even if you were only going to pick berries on the other side of the clearing, you told her your forest was safe as long as you never stepped foot outside it but she still felt the need to watch over you just in case. Her wound was getting significantly better on the bright side however. ♡

♡ You'd discovered how easy it was to cool her flirting, with just a tiny bit of reciprocation she was turned into a complete fool often shutting her mouth for a while. It made sense, whenever you'd spent any time with humans in your forest in the past they'd been all talk but the moment you moved to do something they had lacked the follow through excluding a few of them who left the next morning feeling like you'd lost your mystique now that you weren't an 'untouched' maiden of the woods. You couldn't understand why humans held that assumption but you were just glad you got to fuck to begin with even if they left afterwards. ♡

"You should just marry me and leave your forest baby." You had to hold back a laugh, it was likely the fifth time this day she'd blurted it out, she wasn't serious though, the second you indulged her for even a second she got all flustered and backed away, mumbling something about needing an engagement ring first. Today you were not in a humoring mood however, she had been doing heavy lifting around camp which was only going to make her wounds worse, it was like she was trying to get hurt so she could stay here longer.

"Sit back down, you'll reopen that stupid scar on your stomach." She grinned stupidly as you pushed her to sit down on a wooden log, her hand catching your hand and kissing your wrist gently.

"See, you're caring for me just like a wifey, baby, it's mean to be." You pulled away from her, trying not to even look at her for the rest of the day or else you'd see that stupid grin on her face. It was dangerous for her to be so beautiful, you'd almost believe she actually means the things she's saying. "Mmm my pretty wifey, I can't wait."

♡ She got far weirder the fourth week, her wounds were close to healing, she decided this meant she was good to start training again and aggravated her wound so much you forced her back on bedrest which didn't work the best considering her need to follow you even to the other side of your little camping site. It was cute having her trail you around constantly asking for your hand in marriage until it wasn't. ♡

♡ It was around this time you also became cognizant of the fact you were nude around her constantly and asked her to give you a pair of her clothing leading you to wear an oversized shirt she'd apparently stolen from a man she was gambling with and refused to give back out of spite even though it wasn't in her size, she'd forgotten about it in her bag, it really came in handy when you could feel her eyes growing far bolder by the day. ♡

"Do you have to wear that? It's just us in the clearing, I wanna see my baby again!" You rolled your eyes scooting away from her, she seemed offended you'd finally put some damn clothing on which only increased your desire to remain clothed around the massive flirt. You were not going to be seduced by this second rate seductress, it wasn't happening, sure she was pretty but out of everyone who had flirted with you, she was by far the worst flirt but one look at her pretty face and you'd almost believe she meant what she said when she called you baby in that ever so slightly whiny tone that demanded reciprocation.

"The fact that you want me to take it off so bad is why I'm not going to take it off." You heard her scoff and roll over in her bedroll but you couldn't look at her, that stupid face of hers made you just want to give in, next you'd need to find a pair of pants that fit, there was probably a pair leftover from a previous human though you imagine Elisha would get grumpy if you left for even a second to go find a pair and reopen her wounds so you'd have to wait until she slept.

♡ In a shocking twist of events it wasn't you putting on pants that bothered her, it was that they belonged to someone else despite the shirt that she gave you also also belonging to someone else, she was still on bedrest though and she apparently liked when you were nursing her back to health so she couldn't get up and shred them like she'd threaten to do when you first told her how you obtained them. The unfortunate thing about cleaning her wound every day and redressing it because it wouldn't stop coming open whenever she got up to follow you was you actually had to look at her for a prolonged period of time. ♡

♡ Elisha was basking in it though, every time you had to remove the bandages she proposed to you, you clearly wanted to be her wife, only her wifey would take care of her while she's bedridden, it was during that conversation you told her the real reason you dragged her in to care for her, the nature of the world would be thrown out of balance if she took too long to heal, it had nothing to do with her in the slightest, she did not take well to this. ♡

"You don't mean that baby," She shook her head back and forth pushing you away from her as you were trying to dress her wounds again for the tenth time this week. It was like everytime you rejected her she ripped her wounds open again but it couldn't have been on purpose surely. She was a bad flirt so surely she'd also be a terrible manipulator and you'd be able to see what she was doing if that was what it was.

"Elisha, just let me bandage you please?" You tried to approach again so you could push her down, if she got up all angry then it could increase her recovery time by weeks again, perhaps you should have said it with a bit more tact but you didn't want to lead her on.

"Y-you didn't mean it baby." She allowed you to push her back down onto the bed smiling happily as she grabbed your hand and nuzzled it. "You don't mean it."

♡ Despite how she'd calmed down, Elisha hardly spoke to you during week six, your word had affected her much harder than she cared to admit. You'd been a bit harsh, while it was true you did it for more selfish reasons such as keeping a balance, that didn't mean you completely hated her, you'd be rather sad to see her go. The silence didn't last long though as a bandit wandered into the woods hellbent on ending you. ♡

♡ You couldn't die as long as you were within the forest, nor could your forest die, it could be burned down however it would grow back just as strong right where it had been as long as you remained, at the same time if you were stabbed your wound would heal in days so long as you stayed in the woods so you were unaffected by intruders and they couldn't even drag you out of the forest, you had to leave it of your own accord so you would have ignored them until you realized there was someone in the forest who could be killed and thus you rushed out in front of the bandit to lead them away from Elisha but they couldn't even chase because soon after they were speared down by her. ♡

"Baby! Why would you do that?!? I was so worried!" She collapsed in your arms, chest heaving wildly from exerting herself like that, you didn't even want to start thinking of how bad her wounds had gotten from running over to spear the intruder.

"It would have been okay, usually they stab me and run in terror when they discover that hardly effects me." It wasn't a good enough explanation for her, just because you wouldn't have died didn't mean you didn't feel the pain and she knew that quite well from her other experiences with immortals, you should have just called her to protect you, why didn't you just fucking ask her to protect you!

"Baby, I love you, I can't let you be in pain!" She heaved a bit as you lifted her arm around your shoulders to guide her back to camp, you were going to have to treat her yet again. "I'm gonna protect you from now on. I'll get better and protect you forever."

♡ The seventh week she stop moving and opening her wounds up again, you supposed so was determined to finally heal after that last attack though it did upset you it took an attack on you for her to start paying attention to her own wellbeing it was better than her continuing to rip her stomach open. Her progress was really good as soon as she actually started listening to you though she did request you not to go too far away from the clearing unless it was to go get water at the lake, you were more than happy to oblige that request. ♡

♡ She was much more charming when she wasn't clinging to you every second though you didn't dare say that, you really didn't want to lead the poor girl on. She talked a lot less too while she was healing too, though she still proposed every morning and every night before she passed out so you were glad she felt energetic enough for that. ♡

"Baby, I love you." You made the mistake of giggling and she mistook it for you being pleased with her affections, she reached out to clutch your hand, not sitting up though, and pressed it against her face again. She had a real fondness for nuzzling you, you'd noticed. It was a bit cute. "Go out with me if you won't marry me yet baby."

"Alright, I will." You weren't sure what made you say yes but the smile on her face was enough to erase your doubts, if things went wrong then she'd be healed up quickly anyways and you could send her on her way, despite how stupid she came off at times, she was a reasonable girl, she'd surely be fine even if you ended things abruptly.

♡ Her recovery had been slowed down from all those weeks of her fighting against it but after a full week of bedrest it had finally scabbed up properly, she could get up and walk around as long as she went slowly which came with her begging you to kiss her every five minutes and pouting when it wouldn't turn into a full blown make out session though she relented when you reminded her she wouldn't heal quickly if she exerted herself with things like making out. ♡

♡ You could tell she wanted to start following you everywhere again but she was holding back and mostly staying in her bedroll when you left the clearing, you were sad she was getting closer to recovering and thus closer to leaving you but at the end of the day she had to get back out there for the sake of the world again, you couldn't keep her in your forest forever as nice as it had been to have company. ♡

"My wounds are almost healed baby!" She was thrilled when she pulled up her shirt that morning and saw it was beginning to scar. You knew if she just relaxed it would be easy for her to heal up, things usually healed quicker in this forest though you were the only immortal thing here so they didn't have your extreme healing rates but it was still a drastically improved healing rate and as the chosen one you were sure the magic of the forest would work on her better anyways. You knew what she really wanted though.

"Just one kiss, you still can't put too much pressure on it." She rolled her eyes at your lecture but you could tell she wasn't all that bothered by it, taking your lecturing as a sign you loved her.

"I know baby, just come here now?" You tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned in for a brief kiss though she quickly pulled you closer for another one immediately afterwards.

♡ The ninth week of the summer was by far the hottest of the summer and so since Elisha was healed enough you invited her to come down to the lake with you again though you shooed the pixies away from it first so the both of you could skinny dip in piece, it was the first time you'd been naked in front of her for a good while though and since she was now your 'girlfriend' it felt just a bit weird. ♡

♡ She on the other hand was thrilled to finally be free from the heat, having to lay in bed and be wrapped in so many bandages couldn't have been comfortable in the summer heat so her focus on just being in the cool water did help you feel a bit less self conscious, she was your girlfriend though so you couldn't help but make just a bit of a move, still being careful around her stomach. ♡

"Lisha, please slow down, you'll hurt yourself." She pouted still trying to make out with you more aggressively meanwhile you tried to keep this session on the lighter side so the dumbass wouldn't undo all the hard work you'd put into her recovery.

"I want to kiss my wifey though baby, can't I please have that?" You closed your eyes so her pretty face wouldn't tempt you any further, this was for her own good as much as it pained you. You wouldn't do her any good to hurt herself and then possibly have to still be here in the fall rains, it didn't hurt you but she'd get even sicker, she had to get out of here before the end of summer.

"Not a chance, you fool." You smiled giving her a kiss on the nose and swimming away from her.

♡ Week ten she was fully ready to go but you couldn't bring yourself to clear her to leave, you'd send her away closer to when the summer was actually ending, you'd just barely became able to cuddle with her at night, you weren't ready to lose it so quickly. This was bad for the balance, you had a role to play and she had a role she had to play somewhere outside your forest, you couldn't keep her if things were to run smoothly but you wanted to bask in the fantasy for just a moment longer until she suggested you leave your forest with her when she healed up. ♡

♡ You could no longer pretend things would go on forever, you couldn't stay in the moment when this moment when it was a very brief flicker in your eternal lifespan, you couldn't leave your forest and she couldn't stay in your forest forever and so it had to end, she wasn't taking very well to you trying to end things however. ♡

"Baby you don't mean that! You're just scared of leaving this place but I already promised I'd protect you, it'll be okay!" She threw herself at your feet trying to get you to take back the break up, it wasn't true, you didn't mean it, you were just uhh scared for your futures together, you could make this work, please don't leave her!

"I think it's best you leave next week." You pulled your leg away from her deciding to go to the lake for awhile so you wouldn't have to see her crying face and feel you made a mistake. You loved her but there was an order to things, you had different places in that order, you were always doomed to fail.

"Baby, I love you!" She wailed watching you walk off, it's okay, she'd give you distance to get through your fears and you'd realize you were safer with her, there'd be no more bandits to attack you as long as she was around, it'd be okay.

♡ She thought you would apologize but the entire eleventh week she spent there you didn't even look at her, let alone talk to her and you brushed off all her attempts to converse and convince you leaving was the best thing for you to do, she had no choice but to begin to pack and hope something about her packing would inspire you to want to talk to her again. ♡

♡ You couldn't look at her, if you did you might give in to her charming face and that would throw everything out of wack, you were steadfast in your decision to stay here and if you wanted to remain steadfast, you couldn't look at your now ex-girlfriend, her being that pretty really was dangerous to the natural order of things, you were shocked she hadn't seduced more immortals away from their forests but maybe they just weren't as stupid as you and didn't drag a really pretty girl into their forest to treat their wounds. You'd be a lot less miserable right now if you'd left her be. ♡

"I'm leaving, baby, won't you please come with me?" She knew the answer was going to be no and it was all this stupid forests fault, if this forest didn't exist you would have came with her no question but it wasn't easy to get you to realize this forest wasn't worth your protection, she had to make you see just how fragile the forest was, why would you protect something that could be destroyed at a moments notice after, if your forest was destroyed you'd lose all your animal friends and then you'd really have to go with her, even if the forest would regrow in a year, you wouldn't be able to handle that much loneliness and she knew it so when you shook your head she turned and left prepared to get you to step foot outside this stupid place.

♡ It was the twelfth week of summer and you felt truly alone, not even your pixie friends could wake you from your stupor, you missed her so bad even though you'd burn that bridge awhile ago. It felt like week twelve and week thirteen just blended into themselves with how sad you were until you woke to the smell of fire one night on the last day of summer in your small forest. ♡

♡ Your home burned so fast you couldn't figure out what to do, rushing to the edge of your forest scared of the fire touching you, if seemed to be magical consider how fast your trees burned and while you would be fine if normal fire touched you, you were scared of the pain you would feel if it touched you, so scared you didn't question Elisha being camped just a bit outside of your forest who leaped up to get you when she saw the first spreading behind you in the distance, so scared you didn't even question how you'd willingly jumped from the forest boundary and into her arms. All that mattered was her promise to protect you. ♡

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theostrophywife · 1 year

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You have to really hear me out on this one cause this one is a bit wild! Lucien and reader are expecting a baby, but lets just say they do some naughty things to induce labor...

baby love.

author's note: oh anon you're speaking my language. warning: smut under the cut.

Lucien blinked once. Twice.

He wasn't quite sure he'd heard Feyre correctly, because there was no way in hell that his friend was actually suggesting what he thought she was suggesting.

"There's no way that would work," he murmured more to himself than the High Lady of the Night Court. Feyre stared at the redhaired male with a sympathetic expression. "Is there?"

"Trust me, Madja said that the technique is fool proof for inducing labor."

Lucien raised a perfectly groomed brow. "And it won't hurt the baby?"

The huntress folds her hand in her lap and smiles. "Quite the contrary, it'll help speed up the process. After enduring two days of labor pains, I'm sure your mate would be more than open to it."

At this point, Lucien was willing to try anything to help ease your pain. The past few days have been challenging to say the least. The due date for your child had come and gone, but you weren't crowning enough for your baby to come out. Madja periodically checked, but until the time came, you two could do nothing but wait.

Lucien felt utterly helpless. He hated seeing you in pain and though you tried to bear through it with a smile while desperately hanging onto the excitement of bringing your child into the world, your mate could tell that you were at your wits end. Hence his visit to Feyre.

"Just keep an open mind and see what she says."

Your mate nods, thanking his friend for the advice before making his way back to your shared home. A moment later, he finds you curled up in bed with your hands resting atop your full belly. For a moment, Lucien stands in the threshold admiring his mate, his wife, the mother of his child. Pregnancy gave you a dreamy glow, making you shine and shimmer as you carry the life that he helped create. It's only when a small wince of pain ripples through your features when Lucien snaps out of his trance, immediately sauntering over to your side.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You look up at your mate as he clasps your hand in his, squeezing gently as concern flickers through his handsome face.

"I'm fine, really," you respond with a slight smile. "Madja said the pain means I'm getting closer and closer to delivery. "

Lucien nods, but his worry doesn't dissipate. Your mate put on a brave face for you, but you knew that underneath his calm demeanor, he hadn't stopped fretting over your labor pains since they started two days ago.

"How did your visit to Feyre go?"

A shift in his expression peaks your curiosity. Even through the pain, you note the tension in his shoulders and the tic in his jaw as his russet and golden eye sweeps over you.

"It was...fine," he responds tersely. Lucien's large hand covers yours as he affectionately strokes a thumb over your knuckles. "Actually, she told me of a method that might help with your labor pains."

You sit upright, quirking a brow. "Well, what is it?"

A flush of color blooms high upon your mate's cheeks as his gaze meets yours. "Feyre said that being intimate might help induce labor."

You blink, weighing his words. "Being intimate? As in, having sex?"

Lucien fidgets with your fingers, biting down on his bottom lip in an uncharacteristically anxious manner. "We don't have to. I know that you're already in pain and I don't want to add any more to your plight."

You squeeze his hand. "Will it...will hurt the baby?"

Your mate shakes his head, carefully gauging your reaction. He wasn't even sure why he'd suggested it. Surely, the last thing you wanted was to be touched given the severity of the pain currently coursing through your womb. "We don't have to do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing, my love. I just hate seeing you like this. If I could take away your pain, I would, but I understand if you don't want—"

"Lucien," you say firmly. He meets your gaze, surprised to find desire swimming in your eyes. "I want to."

Gods, you really really wanted to. Even if it didn't ease the pain, you couldn't fight the need churning in your core. It was a different sensation from the agonizing cramps and you welcomed the reprieve it provided with open arms. When you first found out you were carrying Lucien's child, you thought that pregnancy would curb your sex drive, but on the contrary, it made you crave your mate even more.

The hormones surge through your body, completely muddling your thoughts as you hold Lucien's gaze. You fight the urge to jump him right then and there, if only out of concern for the baby in your belly. But who could blame you?

Every bit of Lucien was gorgeous. His lithe, toned form, his signature fiery locks, his plush, pouty lips that seem to tempt you as his tongue darts across his bottom lip. For a minute, you forgot all about the cramps as your mate caresses your cheek.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" His voice seems to dip an octave lower, dripping with sensual desire. During the course of the pregnancy, you'd grown accustomed to Lucien's gentle, doting manner. He was always so soft with you and while you appreciated being waited on hand and foot, you missed the fire and passion he displays when he was utterly turned on.

"I'm sure, baby," you barely breathe. "I want you. I need you."

Lucien hums in approval before leaning in, pecking at your nose, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth. You inhale sharply and the scent of your arousal wafts up to your mate, nearly bringing him to his knees. The front of his pants tightens in response to your hard breathing, but he holds himself back and forces himself to look at you.

"The minute you feel any sort of pain. The minute it starts to hurt, you have to tell me to stop."

Ever your caring mate, he doesn't let up until you nod in confirmation. "I will, Lucien. I promise."

Satisfied by your response, a foxlike grin tugs at Lucien's lips. "Good. Now come here, little fox."

Lucien grips the back of your head, pulling you in for a proper kiss. He's gentle with you, starting with soft pecks that has you sighing into his mouth. He tastes like cinnamon and honeyed wine and you savor the taste of your mate, your fingers threading through his fiery locks to bring him closer.

Your mate deepens the kiss, laying you gently on your side as his tongue prods past your parted lips. Your soft moan rumbles through him as he slides your leggings past your ankles, chuckling softly as you eagerly unbuckle his trousers. Lucien tugs at the hem of his shirt, discarding the fabric behind him while you take the opportunity to trace his toned chest and ridiculously chiseled abs.

Your shirt comes off next and you can't help but smile at the way Lucien caresses your belly, placing kisses against your soft skin with a gentle smile. "So pretty," he breathes in wonder. "You look so pretty carrying our child, my love."

There's nothing but pure love and adoration on your mate's face as he rubs your stomach. He shifts you to your side, pulling your back tightly against his chest while he explores your body. It's not long before his hands are roaming elsewhere, cupping your swollen breasts and sinking down to your ass before settling on the spot where you wanted him most.

You're desperate for his touch and Lucien is more than happy to oblige, growling when his fingers easily slides between your slick folds. You were so wet, so warm, practically inviting him to stuff his cock in you. And that's exactly what he does.

Spooning you, Lucien hikes your leg up to make access easier for him. Slowly but surely, he plunges his cock inside of your pussy with a shuddering breath as though it was taking every ounce of self control not to fuck you senseless. His forehead dips to the crook of your neck, his voice warm and thick like honey. "Can I move, baby?"

"Yes," you plead. "Yes, please."

Lucien thrusts in and out at a comfortable pace, fast enough that your core clenched every time he hit that sweet spot, but slow enough that it didn't contribute to the cramping in your womb. The pleasure was overwhelming and Lucien didn't relent as he stroked even deeper and his warm, wet mouth trailing openmouthed kisses along the column of your neck.

"You're gorgeous, my love," he whispers against your hair. "So fucking perfect."

You moan in response as he turns your chin, kissing you roughly. It's all teeth and tongue, desperate and needy as Lucien ruts into you deeper and deeper until you were both whining, panting messes.

"Lucien, gods, right there—"

He rubs at your sensitive clit and it drives you to the edge. The orgasm hits you full force, racking through your entire body as stars bloom behind your closed lids. Lucien's right there with you, panting as you both reach your peaks together.

White noise buzzes through your ears and you were quite convinced that you'd blacked out for a second. As you come to, Lucien's peppering kisses all over your face and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"It's alright, baby. You're alright," he says as he cradles you in his arms. "I've got you."

Lucien's fingers curve protectively around your swollen belly and you can't help but smile. "You're going to be a great dad, Lucien."

You could've sworn silver lined your mate's eyes as he kisses you gently. "If our baby ever deigns to leave the comfort of your womb."

"He's fashionably late. Just like his mother," you say with a grin.

"How do you know we're having a boy?"

"I just have a feeling."

At your words, you feel your baby kick against your belly. Heat shoots through your core and the beginnings of a contraction flutters through your lower abdomen.

"I think Feyre's advice actually worked."

Lucien eyes widen. "You're going into labor? Right now?"

You nod. "Better late than never."

Your mate snaps his fingers, conjuring a small flame to skitter through the open windows of your bedchambers. His fire forms a flare just outside your home, the designated signal to let Madja and the rest of your friends know that the baby was coming.

Rhys and Feyre winnow at your front door just as Lucien drapes a silk robe over your shoulders. He barely finishes pulling on his shirt and trousers when you hear the knock against your bedroom door.

"Come in," you call out.

The High Lord and High Lady file in through the threshold, followed shortly by Azriel, Cassian, and Mor. Much to your surprise, Jurian and Vassa joins them as they crowd around the bed.

"How many people did you invite to the birth of our child?" you ask in amusement.

Lucien shrugs sheepishly. "I might've gotten a little excited."

Feyre chuckles, squeezing your hand. She places a kiss on your cheek and discretely whispers. "I'm glad to see Lucien took my advice."

"I owe you one, Feyre."

She waves a tattooed hand. "Anything to quicken the arrival of my godchild."

Another contraction rocks through your womb and Lucien's beside you in a second as Madja strides through the door.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You look up at your mate, at those shining, hopeful eyes and smile. "Let's meet our baby, Lucien."

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ihatepeanutss · 5 months

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when will my time be? | s.h

steve harrington x fem!reader

TW: infertility, pregnancy, allusion to sex, nancy being a little bad and r being sensitive, comfort, fluff, steve being a love, angst, pregnancy loss and ab*rtion.

(i faithfully believe that the woman can do what she pleases with her body but this chapter is inspired by real and personal situations with a touch of charlotte york and her fertility problems <3)

when you and Steve got married, you started your life plans, you moved to Chicago, you used all the strength and needs possible to survive and be established, you were roommates with Robin for at least four years before raising enough money to buy a beautiful home.

but you and steve had one goal now that all your main and basic goals had been achieved, having a baby, even if it seemed like just steve's fantasy, having a house full of babies and taking care of them as well as loving them, had also been yours. they were both only children who hadn't had the sense to have children at some point not until they met the crew.

you and him had been trying for six months, you had tried everything, up, down, with and without a condom, on the couch, in the shower, in the car, in the pool and they had even taken the risk of having sex in the bathroom of one of the Robin's parties but still there was only one line on the pregnancy test, like now.

just a scratch on that stupid piece of plastic.

you had never told steve that this affected you, you always showed him a smile and told him that they could keep trying while you threw the negative pregnancy test in the trash can.

when steve left you at the restaurant where you met Robin, Nancy and Chrissy, taking the box of Tampax, because sadly this morning you had gotten your period, once again.

“look, she brought the party to the table” robin spoke looking at the box before seeing you almost throw your bag on the chair.

“i’m never going to get pregnant and all i can think about is all the women who get pregnant and have positive tests” you spoke clearly frustrated, you felt like you were doing everything possible and failing with every little step you took.

Chrissy couldn't help but look at Nancy and Nancy, nor could she help but look at Robin while you trembled in frustration in front of them.

“i’ve been trying for five months and…nothing” you exclaimed, taking the letter to start ordering.

“honey, don't worry, you will get pregnant” Chrissy spoke trying to calm you down but she couldn't.

“when? when does Eddie finish putting together the plastic castle he gave Sydney for Christmas?” you exclaimed, “once a test comes out negative, everything else diminishes, planning a party at the inn is much easier than planning this baby.”

“if it is so difficult for you to get pregnant, how the hell can you count how many babies cry on airplanes?” Robin put her spoon into his ice cream, looking at her best friend's wife, it was more than obvious that she knew about her fertility problems, Steve was telling her everything, really frustrated.

Nancy couldn't help but laugh at that joke but you couldn't help but look at her and raise your eyebrow either.

“i don't think it's something we should laugh and making jokes,” you commented, lowering the letter and looking at the two of them.

“I thought this was a lunch with friends, not an infertility seminar,” Nancy responded, making your posture straighten and a lump in your throat automatically.

“Okay, okay, let's not be cruel, baby, do you want something from the menu?” Chrissy focused on you and how you played with your wedding ring.

“it’s me, i’m the problem why we can't have a baby” you responded really hurt “steve is perfect, it's me, it's really me” Chrissy could only deny, becoming more upset “so what is it? im tired of hearing stories from my gynecologist about people getting pregnant after finishing treatment or about mothers who haven't even tried and get pregnant. We have tried everything up, down, with and without a condom, on the couch, in the shower, in the car, in the pool, at work, everywhere and nothing” you wanted to cry from frustration and all you had to do was vent with your thoughts friends

“now about this! it’s what entertains me” Robin joked while eating his salad and watching nancy amusedly as he couldn't stop looking at Chrissy.

Nancy's eyes were guilty, sad, but more guilty than sad, they weren't listening to the conversation you were having with Robin, talking about how many times you had done it with Steve without a condom.

“75 times, do you have any idea how much excellent semen was wasted?” you exclaimed sternly in a low voice.

“i don't know, ask Chrissy” Robin pointed at the redhead making her laugh.

“sometimes i would love to get pregnant by mistake” you said, opening the letter again to see if you could occupy your mind with something but again Nancy looked at Chrissy and vice versa, there was no sadness, just guilt and more guilt “okay, what about the looks nancy?” You lowered the letter looking at Nancy's blue eyes and her hair behind her ears.

there was something new about her that wasn't, nothing physical or aesthetic and even nothing to do with the few accessories she wore or the makeup, it was something more...it was a glow.

“it’s nothing,” Nancy spoke somewhat softly, raising her shoulders.

“you’re sitting there, not saying anything or a word, you have that look on your face and i think you're judging me with Chrissy, it's because i sound pathetic and you think that, is it true?” You spoke looking at her hoping for a positive response.

you expected a “yes, i think you’re being pathetic for being obsessed with having swollen feet, nausea or the fact of wanting to have a baby”, you expected a mockery from Nancy or a speech about your career and work at the inn but never the words. that were going to come out of his mouth.

“it’s not that, and i think it's not the best time to say this” Nancy put down her fork to stare at you and you only listened to Chrissy's complaints and especially Robin's complaints asking her not to say anything in a whisper “i know you don't want to hear this but-"

“can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” You looked at all your friends before returning your gaze to Nancy.

“i’m pregnant,” Nancy said, looking at you waiting for another answer. “Believe me, i didn't plan it.”

they weren't the words that you didn't need because you were already breaking down inside, trying not to cry in front of your three friends or the diners at the restaurant.

"what are you going to do?" you blurted out with a broken voice, you didn't know what else to think, Nancy had said many times that her plans were not to be a mother here until she was at least 35.

Nancy could only look at Robin and then at Chrissy but never at you, knowing that her response could make you feel worse.

words were not needed to reach a conclusion: “i will leave, i cannot be present at your abortion talk.”

the next thing you did was take a taxi and go to work, it was your day off but you didn't want to be around anyone other than strangers who wouldn't look at you with pity or something. steve waited for you all afternoon, he called Chrissy but he couldn't find her because she had three girls to attend to, Nancy didn't answer but Robin did, explaining everything that happened at lunch.

steve didn't think twice, he took his car keys, a jacket and drove to the inn where you worked, finding you in the small greenhouse house sitting on the ground reading one of your many books that you always had in your car or bag.

“there you are,” Steve murmured, taking his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. Your cheeks were soaked and his eyes were red. “i thought something had happened to you.”

“i’m defective” you blurted out without looking up from your maternity book, you had read so much that it already felt stupid to do so now “I can't give you a baby and I don't deserve to be married to you if I don't give it to you.”

steve’s heart hurt just hearing you talk about yourself like that, he denied, taking the books you had in your lap before sitting with you on the floor, “you're not defective, what are you talking about, honey? maybe it's just not our time yet.”

steve had talked and bugged everyone, especially eddie and hopper, about how he wanted to be a father but he just couldn't push you and he thought he was the problem here.

“so when will it be?” you murmured, “when will my time be?”

"what's all this about? I thought you were...neutral and okay about the search for the baby." Steve knew you were lying about being okay with the constant negative tests. "did something happen?"

“nancy is pregnant” you laughed sadly “she is pregnant! and she wasn't even planning on it, she don't wait four weeks to get off the birth control pill, didn’t stop smoking, drinking beer, taking vitamin B every day or just taking care of myself. she just had sex without a condom and boom! a bun in the oven” you were frustrated and Steve could hear it in your tone of voice “but i was cruel to her”

“wow, pregnant nancy…maybe this news is the least pleasant for you but nancy is our friend, you love nancy and she loves you” steve took your face in his hands to caress your cheeks “and i know, i talked to Robin, you weren't cruel to her…you're just not ready for these conversations, my love.”

steve kissed your nose and let you cry in his arms, sitting on his lap, letting you hide your face in his neck and let out all that pain you had inside you.

the next three weeks you didn't talk to anyone except steve, you had a routine, work, home and from home to work, a routine that you had planned once you finished crying in the booth in steve's arms.

steve was worried about you but he wouldn't say anything until he got out of his hands, he was in charge of driving to your work and taking you to lunch anywhere, be it home or a restaurant, he was going to get you after work, because he loved you and wanted you to be healthy. They had stopped trying, Steve told you that he would not touch you until you feel good and it was your decision really from the heart and not out of obligation.

you had told Steve that you had been organizing the lunch of a woman named Emily who was president of a club, so it had been your only intrapersonal interaction that week on your own, she was the first person to whom you were totally sincere in addition to being a help, it was someone who knew in your opinion and you had really listened to her.

steve had seen you in a good mood that morning, you had made breakfast and you had told him that you would cook lunch too, helped you clean and water your plants that you had in the backyard until considered calling and informing that would take one more day off just to be with you.

"this morning i sent flowers to Nancy" you told steve cutting the lettuce "i made the arrangement myself, i used the most beautiful flowers and i sent them to the baby boy and nancy” yeah, nancy was excepting a beautiful baby boy.

steve smiled when he saw you smile for the first time in weeks approaching you "that sounds... excellent, my love" steve kissed your forehead "did you do anything else while i was away?"

"i did the shopping, bought flowers, found new dishes and i couldn't help but drink cups of hello kitty" you smiled leaving the lettuce in the salad bowl before they knocked on the door "it must be my order for dessert!"

you approached the door waiting to see the delivery man with the almost two-liter mint ice cream from steve's favorite ice cream shop but instead you found a man in a suit, with a picnic basket with a dog in it with a pink bow along with a note.

“you will give her a better home full of love that someone else could give her

— emily turk”

it was a special delivery from emily, an eight-pound, two-ounz Spanish cocker baby.

“oh my God” you murmured with a smile taking the puppy in your arms, bringing her closer to your face to give her a kiss on her wet nose “hello beautiful, are you hungry?”

steve thought that something had happened, in addition to being more attentive to you he was more overprotective with everything in front of you, when he arrived at the hall to find you with a puppy in his arms and a smile, one that he did not see five minutes ago or one that he saw this morning made him also smile.

“who is that?” Steve asked you leaning on the threshold of the wall

“she’s a present!” You smiled and spoke with enthusiasm, “can we keep it?” you tried to get closer, but Steve took the initiative to do it

“everything that makes you smile like that would be crazy to say no” steve kissed your forehead and put his hand on the puppy’s head “what’s her name?”

“princess dandy ridge brandy wine” you said her name, the one that Emily had given her when you met the puppy, a name that she didn’t like and honestly you didn’t like either

“it’s impossible to pronounce it, baby, you have to change it” steve laugh placing his arm on your shoulders

“what do we call you, beautiful?” You smiled watching the dog smell you and steve “who is the cutest girl in the world?”

“besides you, i don’t think there’s another prettiest girl in the world” steve kissed your cheek making you laugh

“elizabeth taylor harrington” you smiled at her before taking her and taking her to your kitchen where you began to watch her explore the house from the ground

Steve couldn’t help but do the same and see you smile next to him seeing his pet together, the anxiety was gone, the pain continued but it wasn’t very noticeable anymore, his heart was healing and they still wanted to have that baby but for now they would heal their anxiety with this new adventure that came to them.

although a month after giving up and without thinking about it, planning or organizing it you ended up with a positive test in your hand and an ultrasound in the other two days later, along with a cute pink bandana for Elizabeth Taylor that said “big sister”.

#steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington x f!reader #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ bambi’s fics

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intriq · 9 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 focus on me

Scenario: Miles Morales [Earth-1610] comforts you after you have a panic attack/breakdown

Content Warnings: Panic attack/breakdown whatev you wanna call it, me projecting my trauma onto the reader insert [which means mentions of (emotional?) manipulation, verbal abuse]

to miguel lovers, i love him too, but i feel like the way he talks would definitely make me just start crying and get reminded of my father

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Everyone knew Miguel O'Hara was an asshole.

But you? You weren't quite prepared for the tone he'd held when talking to you. You weren't prepared for how familiar it'd felt. But not the good familiarity.

To you, it was the bad kind.

The moment Miguel started scolding you in a tone that hinted that if you even spoke a word, he'd start yelling, your hands began to shake.

You tried really, really hard not to even lose it as he continued. Tried to keep your expression blank, tried your hardest to keep your face blank. Accepted the numbness you knew all to well of how to sink into.

Your voice lowers and goes quiet, using every damn trick you knew from past experiences to make sure Miguel wouldn't get further angry with you.

Your chest feels like it's filled with static as you refuse to make eye contact⎯ another habit you'd also learned.

The moment Miguel does finally say your free to go after his scolding ends? You book it. Your feet are carrying you as far as they go, even as they struggle to keep you upright as you feel the tears stinging at your eyes.

Your breathing is already coming in ragged gasps as you desperately sprint through the HQ of Spider Society, not even realizing that Miles and the others had called a greeting to you when you ran by.

You don't even really hear them as you sprint past, not able to hear as they call out your name with concern lacing their voices as you bolt past them.

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You manage to find just some random door in a particularly empty and quiet part of HQ, and struggle to even grab the doorknob right to push it open because of just how badly your hands are trembling at this point.

Your mind is flooded with thoughts of your father. Of Miguel, too. Your mind is linking the scolding Miguel gave you with your father on nights he seemed to just get a little too angry at you or your other family members.

You crouch down to the floor just as the tears fall, hiccupping sobs leaving your body shaking and trembling as you struggle to even breath.

Everything felt like too much as you curl into yourself, trying desperately to quiet the thoughts that enter your mind.

"Would you rather I beat you instead?" Your father had once screamed at you. You'd been cornered in your room then, unable to flee. Unable to get any other escape as your father just stands in the very exit, having shut the door in your mothers face not too long ago.

Meaning you had no way of getting out of this situation, either. No matter how hard she tried.

Your chest hurts. It feels like it's being squeezed, actually. The gasps of air your trying so desperately to get in are difficult, and your vision is spotty because of the lack of oxygen in your lungs.

You remember all the times you and your younger siblings simply just hid under a blanket while your father screamed at your mother.

You hadn't even heard the door open, not even noticing until you spotted movement right in front of you, and suddenly Miles had crouched down in front of you.

He calls your name, but your unable to respond as you continue to desperately gasp for air as tears continue to fall. Your chest feels like it's on fire with how harshly your gasping for every smallest bit of air you can get in.

You flinch when Miles moves his hand a little too fast to rest on your shoulder, and Miles pulls back when you do. But he tries again, a little slower this time, and you don't flinch.

Miles wasn't sure just what to do, but he could tell you were having a panic attack of some sort. He could only guess it was something to do with the fact he knew you were talking with Miguel earlier.

Miles just sits there for a minute, albeit awkwardly as you continue to cry and gasp for air. You could barely even make out Miles' figure behind the way your tears blur your vision.

Miles fumbles with his pockets for a moment, almost glad he'd worn casual clothing over the top of his Spiderman suit for once, and rummages through the pocket of his jacket for a moment before managing to fish out his headphones.

Was he usually the type to never let another soul touch his headphones? Yes. But right now, he couldn't exactly think of any other way to calm you.

Miles places his headphones on your head. Making sure to be slow so you didn't flinch, that is.

The music that reaches your ears the moment Miles does this takes a moment to register amongst the static as you cry, but you eventually hear it.

And Miles just sits there, having slowly shuffled at this point to sit right next to you, curling up in the same pose you were, except he wasn't exactly hugging his legs close to his chest.

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After a few minutes, your sobbing turns into sniffles as the tears slow, until eventually your quiet, no longer needing to gasp for air.

"Do you.. want to talk about it?" Miles asks after a moment, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes.

You shake your head, wiping the stray tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. And Miles only let's out a brief and quiet "okay then" in response.

"Was it something Miguel said?"

You shake your head. It wasn't the scolding that had triggered this panic attack, no. You knew better than to take scolding due to an error you made as something associated with your father.

"The tone." Is what you finally reply with another quiet little sniffle, and Miles nods, acting as if he understands. He didn't, because you never really talked about your past.

"I'm sure Miguel didn't mean it. I mean, sure, the guy's a jerk, but I doubt he meant to make you cry.. that hard, at least." Miles attempts to be a little light-hearted and joke about Miguel's attitude, which makes you briefly smile and laugh.

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Meanwhile...

"Lyla, why were they reacting like that? They seemed totally shutdown."

"Did.. Did you even read the file about them and their past, Miguel?"

"You sent me a file about them?"

"..."

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#miles morales #atsv #spiderman atsv #across the spider verse #oneshot #angst #gender neutral reader #gn reader #spiderverse #miles molares #hurt/comfort #panic attack #fanfic #atsv fanfiction #platonic #fluff

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spnexploration · 1 year

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Collared part 24

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: Dean deals with your admission.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.4k

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Part 23 <- -> Part 25

You spoke quietly, tears welling in your eyes, “You promised that you’d protect me from the demons, that they wouldn’t hurt me again.”

That was a dagger to Dean’s heart.

Sam jogged down the corridor after Dean. He caught Dean’s shoulder, “Don’t take that at face value.”

Dean shrugged him off. “I get it,” he said gruffly.

“No, Dean, you’re going to pretend that didn’t kill you, but it did.”

“I’m pretty sure it was meant to, bitch.”

“She’s hurt-”

Dean cut him off, “I can see that.”

Sam despaired a little, still wanting to reassure his brother and stop him ruminating over that comment for days or weeks, but being rebuffed at every turn. He took a breath, thinking about what to say, “Look, this is on me just as much as it's on you.”

“That's not true, she was my responsibility.”

“She was both of ours. And I'm the one who was too busy thinking of my pain to remember to tell her to stay back or run.”

“And I'm the one who decided we should go into that room with the 4 demons. Plus, I called Cas but wasn't specific enough, so he brought her.”

“And if I hadn't gotten injured in the first place, we wouldn't have needed Cas!”

“Is the fact that I failed to protect you as well meant to make me feel better?”

“You are not responsible for everyone else’s safety, Dean!”

“Right, sure,” Dean said with an eye roll, clearly not believing Sam. “Look Sam, I think I get her right now better than you do. You might be worried about me taking the blame, but I’m worried about the fact that she’s torn between blaming me and probably blaming herself, because I’m pretty damn sure she isn’t at the point of not blaming anyone yet.”

“Hey! I’m worried about you both taking on blame,” Sam said, slightly ashamed at how sullen his voice sounded. “But we need to work out how to help her. You wallowing in guilt and shame is not exactly going to be helpful.”

“Ok, fine, I’ll just switch that right off, will I?” Dean responded sarcastically. He heaved a sigh and then spoke again in a gentler tone, “I get it, Sam. I’ll be fine.”

Sam nodded, feeling like that was the closest he was going to get to a chick flick moment from Dean. He went back to your room, but the door was closed again. He hoped you were going back to sleep.

---

Dean was avoiding you, you were sure of it. You couldn’t decide if that was what you wanted or not.

Sam had brought you breakfast when you didn’t come out of your room, but he told you to come out for lunch. You had reluctantly followed him to the kitchen, but Dean had been nowhere to be seen. You’d taken your plate and fled back to your room.

Now it was dinner and Sam was again coaxing you out, telling you that you needed to serve the food to your own plate as he didn’t know how much of what you’d want to eat. No sign of Dean in the kitchen, but you recognised the dishes as ones you’d seen him cook when you had the collar on.

You noticed the couple of cushions in a cleared area on the floor. “Will you join me?” Sam asked kindly, gesturing to the cushions.

“You want to sit on the floor with me?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t want to.”

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” you asked accusingly. You felt defensive, afraid of what he was going to say.

“I don’t think there’s a manual on how to recover from magical mind control and slavery,” he said sincerely. “If this is what’s comfortable for you, then this is what we’ll do.” You nodded, feeling a little reassured.

You moved towards the cushions, but then remembered. “Wh-where’s Dean?” you asked quietly, not making eye contact with Sam.

“He thought you might be more comfortable without him around.”

“He’s leaving?” There was an edge of worry in your voice that you hadn’t meant to include.

“Not unless he needs to. He’s just going to stay in his room for a bit.”

You felt guilty and ashamed. “I- I didn’t mean to. He should come back, I’ll- I’ll go back to my room if he’s upset about what I said. It’s his house.”

“He’s not upset with you,” Sam said gently. “He’s just trying to give you some space.”

“No, no, I shouldn’t, I’m causing problems,” you started to turn towards the door, feeling frazzled. You couldn’t work out what you were feeling, your emotions had been so confusing and overwhelming since the collar had come off.

You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, and turned back to Sam's earnest face. “If you want me to go get him, I will. But if you'd prefer to eat without him around, he won’t mind at all.”

You bit your lip. You were being a burden, you were in the way. They hadn't even wanted you and now you were stopping them eating like normal people.

“You get him, I'll go to my room,” you muttered.

“No,” Sam said, kindly but firmly. “I am only getting him if you're staying out here. If you go back to your room, you'll both just have to eat in your rooms. Dean does not want to be the reason you hide there all day.”

“He's- he's not the only reason,” you said, looking at the floor.

“Right, but if he's part of the reason then he's staying in his own room tonight.”

It wasn't like you were afraid of Dean or anything. You just felt weird emotions around him sometimes, and you knew you were in his way, in both of their way. Sometimes you felt so guilty for being in their house, being unable to just leave like the unwanted house guest you were.

Of course, other times he just made your blood boil with anger. But today didn't feel like an angry day.

You took a breath. This was getting ridiculous. You could eat in front of the brothers, you'd done it dozens of times with the collar. You nodded to Sam, “Go get him. I'll stay here.”

Sam smiled at you and jogged down the corridor.

---

Dean looked up from where he was reclining on his bed, eating dinner, as Sam came in. “What is it? What's wrong?” Dean demanded, already putting his food to the side.

“No, nothing. She's back to sweet, and I think she's embarrassed, and she wanted me to get you to come eat with us.”

“You sure this is a good idea?”

“Yeah, just try not to piss her off.”

Dean chuckled, “Yes, mum.”

Don’t call her sweetheart, he chanted to himself. Don’t call her sweetheart.

---

You were sitting on the cushion, picking at your food and not looking up when the brothers came in to the kitchen. Sam was carrying another cushion which he put down on the floor for Dean, on the other side of his cushion to you. Dean was carrying his plate of half-eaten food.

Sam grabbed his own dinner from the bench and sat down.

You didn’t say anything.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, unsure what to do.

“One of us needs to go on a supply run tomorrow,” Sam said to Dean, breaking the silence. Dean probably already knew that, but it was something to talk about.

“Yeah, I used up the last of the tomatoes on dinner,” Dean replied. “I’ll start a list.”

Sam glanced at you, looking for any signs you wanted to be included in the conversation. He tried to hedge his bets with an invitation to join that you could respond to or not. “If you want anything, Y/N, just add it to the list.”

You nodded your head, but didn’t speak. Sam didn’t press it, you were making progress just being out of your bedroom.

“I’m, uh, looking for ideas for what meals to cook, too,” Dean said. Sam could tell he was trying to be kind to you but without making it seem like he was directing everything to you. “So, if either of you are wanting anything, just, you know, write it on the list.”

Sam hadn’t really been expecting a response from you, so he was pleased when he saw your head nod a little.

One dinner down, one baby step of progress.

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