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dinogoofymutated · 17 days

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Plz tell me you’re doing a part 2/continuation of you nsfw nightcrawler(only if you don’t want to of course). I just have got to read about Kurt returning the favor cus I just know he’s going to be a little teaser/pleaser 🤭 ya know. Kurt has been one of my first loves since I was a kid and I’m so glad the nightcrawler fandom has come out of hiding because it feels nice to be in a place that gets you😌

NSFW!Nightcrawler/AFAB!reader - part 2!

Don't forget to read part 1!

Ask and you shall receive!! You and @the-girl-who-walks-with-faeries both requested a part 2 so here it is!! I hope this is okay, I know the original was completely GN but I wasn't sure how to do that with this one!

Also, I know we all love our goofy furball but this is a daily reminder that Kurt has so much depth to his character. It's really easy for us as a Fandom to characterize him as a happy-go-lucky ball of constant sunshine but he's much more than that!- Tis all. Peace ✌️

TW: MDNI!!!! Smut, fingering, PNV sex. Little bit of teasing. Lots of petnames. Sorry for the shitty German translations. Creampie.

Kurt used to be really self conscious about his hands when the two of you first got together. It's not that he thought you found them disgusting, in fact, he knew it was quite the opposite.

He was just worried that he wasn't able to prepare you properly. Especially since they're so wide set on his hand. Going two at a time wouldn't be comfortable for you or him.

Eventually, he did become more confident on himself, especially when he tried other ways of foreplay, making sure you're not only prepared, but fully sated before the main course.

“Please, let me return the favor, my love.”

Kurt's hands teasingly rubbed the crook of your thighs, caressing the sensitive inner skin. You can't help but let out a little whine as he slides his hands closer to your lips, only to slide away again. He chuckles, and you faintly hear his tail swaying back and forth against the bed.

"Kurt, don't tease." You softly chide, relaxing further into his chest. He leans over to kiss your cheek, trailing down to your neck sensually. You sigh as he licks and nips at the soft skin.

"Apologies, Schatz. Seems I can't help myself." He muses. You gasp as a fingertip grazes across your clit, teasing at first, before he adds a little more pressure. You let out a noise of pleasure and contentment at the sensation. Kurt's other hand reaches up to caress your breast, thumb gently brushing across your nipple. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as the finger on your clit dips down, teasing your slit as he gathers the sickness pooling there and drags it back up to your clit.

"All this, for me?" Kurt hums, his canines grazing the crook of your neck. You nodd in response, unable to think clearly enough to respond to him. He chuckles again, turning your head to pull you into a deep kiss. You feel one of his fingers teasing your slit again, sliding in rather smoothly. The action causes you to gasp into his mouth, and Kurt takes the invitation. His tongue caresses the inside of your mouth, keeping you rather occupied as he fingers your cunt. His kiss leave you breathless, gasping for air when you separate. His face is just as flushed as your own as his thumb wipes the spit from your mouth. You stick your tongue out to meet his thumb, licking the pad of the digit before sucking it into your mouth teasingly. Kurt can't take his eyes off of you, cursing quietly at the action. The curl of his finger inside of you causes you to release it, moaning as he touches you just right.

"Kurt?" He sucks in a breath at the sound of your voice.

"Yes, liebling?" The nickname causes a flutter in your chest even now, sprawled out across his lap in the throes of pleasure.

"Fuck me?" He's speechless for a moment, heated gaze keeping your own. He can't kelp but lean in and kiss you again, his tail wrapping around your waist to simply have you fully encompasses in his hold.

"...I will do more than just that, my love." He whispers once he gathers himself enough to speak. He gently turns you around, kissing you over and over as he lays you against the bed. His hands trail down your arms. Gathering your wrists and bringing them upwards to press kisses to both palms. His eyes narrow as he catching a glimpse of the bruise forming on one of your wrists, and a heated gaze turns to concern.

"Did I do this?" He asks, tail unwinding from around your waist, like he's worried he'd squeeze you to tight (again). You don't want to lie to him, but you don't want to tell him either, knowing that the thought of hurting you while caught up in his own pleasure is more than a nightmare for him. Instead you pull him down to kiss you. He sighs into the kiss, caressing the bruise before he moves onto his elbows to hold himself above you in the bed. He’s hard against you when you grind up against his pelvis, the action making him gasp. He separates from the kiss reluctantly as you begin to line him up, notching the head of his cock against your slit. He stops you before you try to take him in.

"You stop me if that ever happens again." Kurt says, a little more strictly than you've heard him speak to you before.

"Okay." You nodd at him. "I promise." He smiles at you, brushing the hair out of your face before he begins to push into you, slowly. You're breath gets caught in your throat as he does so, sinking into you inch by inch. Kurt’s face is scrunched up in pleasure, those beautiful sharp canines biting into his lip before he buries his face in your neck.

Nothing has ever felt as perfect as he does when he's finally bottomed out inside of you. He sits for a moment, letting you adjust to his length before your patting his shoulders, begging him to move. He does so, starting slowly, thrusting deep into you as he pours his love into your body. You're doing your best to keep quiet, but it's hard when Kurt feels so perfect inside of you. Each thrust into you sends another flicker of pleasure to your stomach, already feeling so close.

Kurt himself isn't fairing much better, his whines and noises of pleasure being a sound you want to memorize until the day you die. Every once in a whole he'll murmur words of praise and love and appreciation for you, your body, your soul. He's immersed in the depths of you, sinking into your cushiony walls faster and faster as he begins to reach his own peak once again. One particular thrust is a little shaprer than the others, leading you to call out his name.

"Pssst. wir müssen ruhig sein. Liebe." He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His strokes become faster as he gets closer and closer, not too far behind you.

"Kurt! I'm- ah... I..."

"Ich weiß, Schatz. Hah... ich bin bei dir." The knot of pleasure inside you snaps, and snapps hard. Kurt groans as he feels your walls fluttering around him, sucking him in. The sensation is too much. He thrusts inside you a few more times before he's reaches his own peak, cumming inside you in warm spurts. He twitches inside you, letting out small whines as he rides through the waves of pleasure.

Kurt collapses partially on top of you when he's done, pulling out gently and panting as the two of you try to catch your breath. His face is flushed when you look over at him, hair disheveled with his eyes blissfully closed. Your heart skips a few beats at the sight, and you find yourself reaching over to caress his face. His eyes blink open, and he smiles in a way that makes your heart stop. He holds your hand to his face, brushing his thumb across the skin of your knuckles.

"I missed you so much." You murmur, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. His smile would spread wider if it could, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

"We should make up for all the lost time then, love. How long do you think it will take for the others to notice us missing?"

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punkshort · 6 months

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Recovery

Summary: You care for Joel while he is on the mend from his injury. (Part two of Three Days)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader, established relationship, set in the TWWW universe, no use of Y/N.

Warnings: language, discussion of injury, soft!Joel, smut (18+ MDNI), fingering, handjob, dirty talk, oral (m receiving)

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: I didn't expect part one to be so well received, thank you everyone who liked/commented and wanted to be tagged in this story! I'm a little nervous about this one and I don't know if I like it now, I hope I did it justice.

Part Two

"C'mon, it ain't that far, I just wanna stretch my legs a bit," Joel said to you from the couch. You shook your head and gave him a stern look.

"Bill said you need to stay off that leg at least another week, you're just going to have to wait," you said as you finished making lunch. You placed his sandwich with a small salad on a tray and brought it over to the living room, where Joel had taken up residence for almost the past month while he healed. Under strict orders not to put unnecessary weight on his leg, he had been stuck on the couch during the warmest stretch of summer yet, and it was causing him to be a difficult patient.

"I'm losin' my mind here," he grumbled as he took a bite of sandwich. You rolled your eyes and bit your tongue as you went to go clean up the kitchen. You were doing your best to take care of him, and he was very agreeable in the beginning, but as his strength built up, so did his boredom.

"You're not invincible, you know. All you need to do is sit there and let us take care of you," you said over your shoulder. "Then you can do whatever you want."

"I feel fine, I don't need you hoverin' over me all the damn time," he said sharply. Shocked, you looked over at him from the kitchen. His eyes were cast down and focused on his food, completely unphased by how hurtful he was being. You turned away without saying anything in return as tears sprung to your eyes.

His recovery wasn't easy on you, either. You had to learn how to be a nurse in just a few short hours so he could have the comforts of home as soon as the doctor cleared him. At the time, you had been so exhausted from sleeping on a lumpy cot on the floor, but you put all your energy into paying close attention to what Bill, Jackson's resident doctor, and Carrie, his nurse, were telling you. They taught you how to take his blood pressure, change and clean his dressings, and a few physical therapy exercises you had to help him with daily. Not to mention the handful of medications you had to keep straight and the long list of "red flag" signs you had to remember. But you didn't mind, because it meant he was going to come home, and he was going to be okay. So, to hear him sound so ungrateful more than hurt your feelings.

You sniffled quietly before turning back around. He had finished eating and picked up a crossword, oblivious to your reaction. Taking a shaky breath in, you strode over to the living room to pick up his tray.

"Tommy's going to be here soon, I have to work this afternoon," you mumbled. Joel huffed and kept working on his crossword.

"Don't need him hoverin' over me, either. I'll be fine by myself. Could use the peace and quiet, anyway," he said, the last part mostly under his breath, but you still heard it.

You angrily dropped the dishes into the sink, making him jump and look up from across the living room.

"What the hell?" he yelled, his brows furrowed.

"Yeah, 'what the hell' is right, Joel," you replied with your hand on your hip and your lower lip trembling. "Maybe try showing a little gratitude for the people who are taking time out of their day to help you."

"I didn't ask for any help, I can take care of myself!" he shouted.

"No, you can't! You could have died, you asshole!" you yelled right back. One tear slid down your cheek, but he was too far away to notice it.

"Whoa! What's with all the yellin'?" Tommy said as he entered the kitchen. He looked back and forth between you and Joel, the two of you glaring at the other. He did a double take when he noticed you turn and subtly wipe the tears from your cheek.

"It's nothin'," Joel finally said, his voice quieter but still strained, and turned back to his crossword. Tommy took a step toward you and was about to speak, but you cut him off.

"I gotta go. Thanks for coming by, Tommy," you said quietly, and hurriedly made your way out the front door.

Tommy ticked his jaw to the side as he stared at the closed door for a moment before turning around, eyeing up Joel warily as he joined him in the living room.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" Tommy asked with a sigh as he crossed his legs, his ankle coming to rest on the top of his knee.

"I didn't do anythin'," Joel muttered, tossing the crossword down angrily before he continued. "I'm sick of bein' cooped up, I just wanted to take a short walk."

"Didn't Bill say you can't do that til next week?"

"Yeah, but c'mon, Tommy. I know my body, I know what I can do. I just wanted her help with this one thing-"

"One thing?" Tommy repeated, cutting Joel off. "One thing?! That girl's been killin' herself for you for a goddamn month, takin' care of everythin' around here and you think you're only askin' her for 'one thing'?"

Joel scoffed and crossed his arms, averting his gaze to look outside.

"This ain't none of your business, anyway," Joel replied, still avoiding his brother's glare.

"The hell it ain't," Tommy said bitterly, dropping his foot to the ground so he could lean closer to Joel, hoping to make his next words stick.

"I watched that girl fall apart that night. She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't sleep. She was fuckin' scared, Joel. I never saw her like that, ever," Tommy said firmly, watching as Joel's mouth twitched but kept his gaze directed out the window. "You ever think about that? 'Bout what she went through? She nearly tore the place down tryin' to get to you. Never left your side. She woulda cut her arms wide open so you could take her blood had Holly taken any longer to get there."

Joel's eyes dropped to the floor and he pursed his lips as he absorbed what Tommy said.

"That right?" Joel asked softly.

"Yeah, that's right. What the hell you think, Joel? For some reason, she loves you and would do anythin' for you. So maybe quit thinkin' about yourself for once," Tommy snapped, leaning back in his chair.

"I just feel so goddamn useless, Tommy," Joel said quietly, still looking at the ground. "I hate sittin' around like this."

Tommy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Think of it like a vacation, because I'm gonna have your ass back on patrol as soon as possible, and you'll miss havin' your own personal nurse around, waitin' on you hand and foot."

Tommy picked up an old magazine and began leafing through it.

"You wanna watch a movie or somethin'?" Tommy asked, his eyes still glued to the magazine.

"Sure, yeah, pick whatever you want," Joel mumbled, lost in thought.

You came home from work, feeling guilty that you enjoyed the break away from the house, but you couldn't deny that a few hours helped quell your anger. Sighing, you walked into the kitchen to find Tommy doing the dishes.

"Oh, Tommy, you don't have to do that," you said as you walked up next to him and leaned against the counter, your back to the living room and Joel.

"It's no trouble, darlin'," Tommy said with a grin as he finished the last plate. "I fed the beast, so you try to take it easy tonight, yeah?"

You smirked at his nickname for Joel and nodded.

"Sure. Thanks again for sitting with him while I worked, we both appreciate it," you told him while he dried his hands and gave Joel a quick wave as you walked him to the front door.

"Anytime. I also set him straight for you," he said quietly with a wink. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. As if that man could ever be reasoned with.

"Good night, Tommy," you said as you shut the door. You took a deep breath, digging deep to find the patience to deal with Joel for the rest of the night. You really hoped he wasn't going to continue your argument from earlier. Between his round the clock care and your job, you were barely getting any sleep, and you just didn't have the energy to fight any more.

"Hey," you said tiredly as you made your way into the living room. Joel looked up from the TV when you spoke and reached for the remote to turn it down. You were about to collapse into the loveseat across from him when he stopped you.

"Why don't you come sit by me?" he asked softly. You gave him a look before you nodded and sat down on his left, leaning on the arm of the couch as you tucked your legs under you.

"What are you watching?" you asked with a yawn, trying to place the movie playing on the screen.

"Tired?" he asked, ignoring your question. You nodded, your eyes still on the TV. He reached out to place a hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, finally drawing your attention onto him.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said as he absentmindedly rubbed your leg. "I shouldn't've said all that to you, I didn't mean it. I appreciate everythin' you're doin' for me, I'm just... restless, or somethin'. And I took it out on you."

Your eyebrows shot up, surprised, as you stared into his deep, brown eyes. Eyes that were filled with shame and regret. You rested one of your hands on top of his, your thumb rubbing small circles over his knuckles.

"It's alright," you told him with a small smile. "I'm sorry, too."

"What are you sorry for?" Joel asked. You paused for a moment, opening your mouth to answer, but he cut you off.

"Are you sorry for spendin' all your time takin' care of some old, ungrateful jackass?"

The corner of your mouth twitched before you replied.

"You're not that old," you teased, and he smirked. "I just let all the stress get to me. It's fine, really. Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight, or something."

"Hm," he said, turning back to the TV.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothin'. Just was thinkin' maybe I can help you relax, considerin' how much you do for me," he said lowly, looking down as his fingers inched up your leg and brushed underneath the hem of your shorts.

"You have a broken pelvis, remember?" you said with a laugh.

"Yeah, but my fingers work just fine," he said, looking up at you and leaning over. His gaze darkened as he let his hand slide down between your legs, running his finger up the seam of your denim shorts and pressing gently against your clothed heat. You gasped and gripped his wrist.

"Joel," you whispered in a poor attempt to stop him as heat immediately bloomed between your legs. "You don't have to."

"I know. I wanna take care of you for once, please let me," he begged, leaning closer and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, tugging you towards him so he could slot his lips against yours while his other hand made its way to your hip, squeezing you there before he reached for the button of your jeans.

"Take these off," he whispered against your mouth after he pulled your zipper all the way down. You eagerly lifted your hips to pull down your underwear and shorts in one go, then brought your arms up to wrap around his neck as his tongue slid past your lips.

You were still sitting next to each other, the cast on his leg prohibiting him from doing much except sitting and laying on his back. You frowned when you realized this and pulled back, his mouth falling to your neck instead.

"How?" you asked him breathily. You slid your eyes shut and tilted your head back so he could gain better access to the underside of your jaw, letting out a low moan when he located your pulse point, his scratchy beard rubbing on your delicate skin.

"Sit on my lap," he mumbled against you before tipping his head in the other direction so he could pay the same mind to the other side of your throat.

"But, your -" you began, about to point out his many injuries were still healing before he cut you off.

"Sit on my fuckin' lap," he growled impatiently, his hands falling to your hips and giving you a forceful tug towards him. You decided to compromise, swinging your leg over to straddle him while you hovered above his hips, being mindful of applying too much weight. You brought your hands up to cup his face and crushed his lips with a bruising kiss, feverishly licking inside his mouth as you realized just how much you missed him, and that it had been so long since he last touched you. Even before the accident, his patrol route was exhausting him to the point where he was falling asleep before the sun set.

"Look at you," he whispered as he tipped his head back, breaking the kiss and looking you up and down, his eyes lingering at the way you were spread open for him. "I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world."

You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, still taken aback at the change in him from just a few hours ago.

"Wow, what happened here when I was gone?" you asked him teasingly as you raked your fingers through his dark curls. Your breath hitched as he ran both his palms slowly up your bare thighs, squeezing gently as he made his way closer to the ache between your legs.

"Me and Tommy had a talk," he said, watching your face closely as his finger slid along your folds, causing you to jump.

"Easy," Joel murmured softly while pressing a warm kiss against your collarbone. You sighed and rolled your shoulders, trying to relax.

"It's been so long, Joel," you whimpered, trying to explain your reaction.

"I know, sweetheart," he cooed, bringing his middle finger back up to trace your seam again while his other hand held your hip steady this time. "Should be a fuckin' crime. You deserve to be worshipped every single day."

Joel sunk his middle finger inside you right as he finished his sentence, making you toss your head back with a moan. He smirked, always pleased he could pull those sounds out of you while he looked up to admire your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut, brows pinched, and your mouth hung open as you focused on the sensation of his thick finger stretching you out for the first time in weeks.

"So tight," he grunted, his eyes glazed over as he watched you struggle to find your breath while his finger slowly pumped in and out of your pulsing cunt. "Gotta relax."

You swallowed roughly and nodded, opening your eyes and softening your brow as you sucked air in through your parted lips. Once you felt yourself adjust, you began to bounce lightly on his hand, trying to match his rhythm, your fingertips digging into his shoulders for leverage.

"More," you whispered, licking your lips. Joel couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face as he pulled his middle finger out of your pussy and popped it into his mouth, along with his pointer finger. You groaned when he gave you a satisfied wink at the taste. He brought his fingers back between your legs and pushed them both inside, your cunt immediately gripping his digits at the intrusion.

"Shit, that's it," Joel groaned, curling his fingers against your warm walls while he watched you bounce up and down on his hand again, this time with more force. You dropped your head to rest on his shoulder, your fingers digging harder into his arms.

"Remind me to thank Tommy tomorrow," you panted in his ear as a familiar pressure began building in your lower abdomen and warmth crawled up your chest and neck.

"He told me. 'Bout that night," he said through clenched teeth, trying to ignore his painfully hard cock. His other hand was held firmly on your hip, guiding you up and down to match the rhythm of his flicking wrist. He felt your hips stutter as you processed what he said, then you slowed down and leaned back to look at him.

"What about it?" you asked him quietly. He could sense your demeanor changing, so he lifted his thumb up to press against your clit, earning a sharp gasp from your throat before you reached down to stop him.

"What about it?" you asked again, firmly this time, staring down at him. He removed his hand from your hip so he could wrap it around the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing gently against your jaw.

"Told me how tore up you were, tryin' to see me," he whispered, his fingers pumping in and out of you painfully slow as he spoke. "How you couldn't eat or sleep, wouldn't leave my side." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he felt his eyes begin to water. He blinked quickly before asking, "all that true?"

You sniffed and nodded before you began to roll your hips against his hand again. His thumb stroked along your jaw as you gazed at each other, the atmosphere in the room shifting to one more serious.

"I was so scared, Joel," you admitted quietly, your voice small. "I thought you were going to die."

Your lower lip trembled for a moment as you reached up to run your finger gently down his stubbled cheek and then again down the length of his nose as if to remind yourself he was real, that he lived and he was going to be okay. You let out a soft whimper when he pressed his thumb back against your clit, circling the bundle of nerves.

"It's okay, I'm right here," he whispered, pulling you down so he could press his lips against your mouth quickly before resting his forehead on yours. He dropped his hand back to your hip and urged you to go faster, curling his fingers inside you again until he found that spot that made your back arch.

"I can't lose you," you gasped as two tears slid down your cheeks. You pressed your forehead into his harder now, the muscles in your stomach tightening as his fingers expertly began to pull an orgasm out of you. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he said, leaning forward to suck a bruise into the delicate skin on your throat. His chest ached for causing you so much pain, wishing desperately he could take it all away.

You felt yourself clamp down on his fingers as his thumb slid back and forth across your clit, quickly bringing you to the edge.

"Shit, I'm -" you gasped and tilted your head back, unable to finish your sentence as you felt your orgasm begin to wash over you, a filthy moan erupting from your throat. Your legs shook and your vision went spotty as you felt your neck and face flush from the intensity.

"Ohmygod, Joel - fuck - " you cried out, swinging your head forward to rest on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, I love makin' you feel good," he mumbled against you, gently biting at your earlobe. His fingers slowed inside you, waiting until he felt your body relax before he pulled them out to palm his erection through his sweatpants. You hissed at the loss, your cunt clenching around nothing, already missing his touch.

Forehead still resting on his shoulder, you panted lightly for breath, and glancing down, watched as he ran his hand aggressively up and down his clothed cock, trying to find some relief. A lazy smirk spread across your face.

You reached down to swat his hand away and dipped your fingers below his waistband. Your other hand gripped the sweatpants you cut a pantleg off so he could fit his casted leg through, and, giving them a little tug down, watched as his hard length bobbed up and slapped against his stomach.

Wrapping your hand gently around his cock, you slowly began to drag your fist up and down, your thumb brushing over his slit and collecting the wetness there.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you - ouch," he gasped with a wince. You froze and lifted your hips up even higher, glancing down to make sure you didn't accidentally sit on him.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" you asked, letting him go as you were about to swing your leg back over, but his hand shot up to stop you, gripping your thigh firmly to hold you in place.

"You're fine, wasn't you," he rasped, opening his eyes to look at you. "I moved my hips. When you touched me, I - nevermind, keep goin'," he said with a shake of his head and reached for your hand, placing it back around his erection.

"Are you sure?" you asked, but began to slowly move your fist up and down anyway. He nodded, his eyes sliding shut while he leaned his head back on the couch cushion.

"Yeah. Fuck, that's it - faster," he mumbled, one eye peering open so he could find your wrist to show you the pace he preferred.

"So impatient," you teased with a smirk, and he huffed. "But that's okay," you whispered, leaning forward as you twisted your wrist up and down his cock, feeling it pulse under your fingertips. "I'll give you whatever you want, baby."

"Don't say shit like that to me, gonna make me come way too fast" he said with a groan, his fingers releasing their death grip on your leg to press firmly against your overly sensitive clit again, making you cry out.

"Oh god, Joel," you whined, your head falling forward on his shoulder again. You could feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your thighs shook, your body still too sensitive from your first orgasm.

"Can't wait til I can fuck you again," he gasped, another dribble of precum trickling over his tip as your fist continued to work him up and down. "I'm gonna spend the whole day inside this perfect little pussy, you hear me?"

You nodded, your head still resting on his shoulder, your eyes closed and your mouth agape as his fingers pressed quick circles over your clit. The pain from the overstimulation quickly subsided as your stomach began to tighten again, your breaths coming in short drags.

"Whole town's gonna hear you screamin' my name," he continued to ramble, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the white-hot flames begin to burn in his lower abdomen. "All fuckin' day. Gonna be filled with my cock, or my fingers, or my tongue. You ain't gonna be able to walk the next day, I can promise you that."

You gasped his name, cunt pulsing around nothing as you felt a trickle of your release drip down your leg, his filthy words taking you right over the edge of your second orgasm. Your hand only paused for a second on his cock before you continued to jerk him up and down, faster now, wanting him to join you.

"Shit, I'm gonna come," Joel groaned, his hand falling from your center and his head leaning back so he could watch your fist work him.

"Wait," you said, shakily lifting your hips so you could bring your feet to the ground between his legs. Gently, you nudged his good leg to the side so he would give you more room to sink to your knees before him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue before wrapping your fingers around his cock again. You tapped the underside of his tip on the warm surface of your tongue, letting him know where you wanted it. With a low moan and his fingers clutching your hair, he watched, entranced, as his hot, white ropes of cum covered your tongue, his gaze darkening as you stared him right in the eye and swallowed with a smirk.

"I mean it, sweetheart," he panted, unblinking with a shake of his head. "All day. All fuckin' day."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Mr. Miller," you told him, standing up and bracing yourself with your arms planted on either side of his head. You leaned down to give him a soft kiss before you twisted your body, collapsing on the couch next to him and tiredly pulling your clothes back on.

You laid there for a while, the side of your head resting on his good leg as you both caught your breath and stared mindlessly at the TV, not absorbing any of the dialogue while his fingers drew lazy circles on your back.

"I'm sorry I put you through all this," he said, breaking the silence. You turned your head so you could look up at him while he spoke. "Shoulda been more careful. That place was fallin' apart, I don't know what the hell I was thinkin'."

He looked down to meet your gaze, his eyes flitting across your face before he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

"You were thinking you had a town to help protect," you told him, sitting up. "That's what you do. You keep us safe, and you find things to bring back to help us survive." You reached a hand out to cup his face. "All that matters is you're going to be okay."

"No," he said, his hand coming up to cover the one you had pressed against his cheek. "You are all that matters." He pulled your hand away, giving it a quick kiss before holding it in his lap. "You are all I care about keepin' safe."

His eyes fluttered shut a moment before he sighed and opened them again.

"I've been lookin' for you my whole damn life. I ain't gonna fuck it up now," he said, his voice pained. "I promise you, I'll be more careful."

You scooted closer to him, leaning in to press your mouth against his, your lips pulling at his lower lip tenderly before leaning back. His hand came up to grip your chin, his thumb running gently over your lip.

"Will you sleep down here with me tonight?" he asked you earnestly. You nodded right away.

"Of course," you said with a small smile. "I was already planning on it."

The couch wasn't very big, so since his injury, you've been sleeping alone in bed. But after the emotional day, you each felt the urge to remain close. So, you gathered your pillows and an extra blanket and made yourself a bed on the loveseat, but somehow ended up squeezed onto the couch with Joel, curled up at his side, right where you both belonged.

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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Unmute (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: You're in the middle of a meeting while Simon's around.

Note: I have listened to soooo many people talking because they didn't know they unmuted themselves since covid began. And the office jargon... Don't get me started on that one.

Warnings: None. It's fluff.

With a groan you threw your phone on the desk then unmuted yourself. "Okay, why don't you take this offline?" you asked, not even trying to hide your annoyance anymore.

Your co-workers were hesitating, one even brought up that the presentation had to be submitted today by EOD. You were glad you didn't turn on your cameras today, and you were sure as hell happy you had muted yourself again when this colleague pressed on, telling you all that she needed the exact and up-to-date numbers to work with.

Your boss knew you better than anyone from the call, so you weren't surprised to hear her silence that woman by saying, "Dave, let's circle back with Julie once you get the correct numbers, please."

"Will do," Dave said with a sigh.

You began to type a message to your boss on your phone, thanking her for putting an end to this bullshit when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Leaning your head back, you looked up and saw Simon watch you with a smile.

"Is it that entertaining?"

"This is your what? Fifth call today?" he asked, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. You quickly did the math in your head then nodded, confirming his words. "I have no idea how you do this on a daily basis. I'd rather have people trying to actively kill me all day long."

With a laugh, you turned your head just enough to kiss his knuckles. "You can get used to it," you told him.

Simon leaned down to kiss the top of your head before moving his hands around your body to pull you back against him. "Can I bring you anything?" he asked.

You returned your attention to the meeting again, hoping you didn't miss anything interesting, then looked back at him. "I could kill for a coffee."

"I'll get you one."

After you flashed a thankful smile at him, Simon went to the kitchen and you paid full attention to the meeting. They were back at it again, talking about a presentation that had absolutely nothing to do with this particular meeting. You quickly checked the list of participants and noticed your boss had left the meeting while you were preoccupied with your boyfriend.

Well, fuck. You were on your own.

Angry at the woman who just couldn't shut up, you unmuted yourself and said, "Julie, please, take this offline. Let's just return to the agenda, okay? Dave, you're done, I guess. Steven, you promised to show us the Q2 financial report, so why don't you begin?"

"Thank God," you heard him whisper, but his words were followed by shocked silence. "Oh, sorry, I thought I was still muted," he quickly apologized. "Anyway, I'll share my screen in a second, tell me if you see it."

You confirmed his screen was shared and he began his presentation. Simon returned in a minute, putting the cup in front of you before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. His big palm was resting on your shoulder, the contact making you purr like a kitten.

"So what's this?" he asked, keeping his lips close to your ear.

"Our latest financial report. Boring stuff," you explained with a laugh. "Seriously, I'd rather drown myself in you than listen to this. But sadly, I have no choice."

"Honey," Simon said quietly, "I think you're not muted."

Your eyes opened wide as you checked the screen and noticed he was right. "Shit, sorry," you quickly said before muting yourself.

In a matter of hours everyone and their mother would know what you just said. Simon only laughed as he went back to reading his book, while you were paying close attention to the presentation you had just called boring in front of about eighty people.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #modern warfare ii #mw2 #modern warfare

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doki-doki-imagines · 4 months

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Okay so I’m so in love with your fics (especially the mk ones) you don’t even know how much joy they bring me!

I’m in so much pain and I’m quite literally bleeding out, so that leaves me wondering, how would the mk1 men (specifically Liu Kang and Kui Liang, but you can add anyone) react if their lover was very emotionally and physically needy when their time of the month comes around. Like would Liu and Kui use their hands as a personal heating pad? Would they let go easy on me in training? And what would happen if I over exerted myself doing daily tasks, only to be left on the verge of crying? Would they let me be as close as I can to them at night because the warmth helps me with my horrific cramps?

ANYWAY, sorry this is a bit of word vomit, but I wanna see your thoughts on this! Also idc if its just sfw, or both sfw and nsfw. (Love your work!!)

author note: you are so cute!! Feel free to ramble whenever you want, I always chat with pleasure!🫡 It's bloody week for me too, so I understand more or less your pain. Hope you'll enjoy these as much as you enjoyed my previous works! I'm still a puddle from your kind words lol

Liu Kang: "How are you, dear?" It's a rethorical question, Liu Kang knows the answer, and he doesn't like it. He had to leave you early this morning to greet and train his trainees, kissing your forehead and caressing your pelvis with his warm hand, a temporary relief, before leaving your aching body. "I'm a bit better." Liu Kang can feel the pain in your voice and sighs. You are laying on the couch, dragon shaped hot-water bottle settled on your tummy. He kneels in front of you, shiny eyes looking straight into yours. "Do you want something to eat? Maybe soup?" His left hand caresses your cheek; you must have cried from pain since it is moist. "No, just your company is going to be enough before training." He stands up, already sitting next to you, arm encircling your shoulders, making your head rest on his necknook. "No training for you today-" His plush lips kiss your temple, one hand now resting where the hot-water bottle was, tattoos glowing in the dim light of the room "Just rest, dear one." You close your eyes, finally relaxed enough to rest in the arms of your lover.

Kuai Liang: He runs to your shared room, rumours of you passing at the training ground spreading like a virus, each person it goes by making the news more virulent. "I heard there was blood anywhere." "Maybe it's an hemorrhage." "I heard doctors were desperate." This is what arrived to Liang ears, now running, face beaded in sweat and pale, so pale you could see the veins on his face. "How are you?!" The door slams open, onyx strands of hair falling from his high bun. You look at him, tears staining your cheeks, laying on the bed in fetal position. Liang runs toward you, his hand immediately on your forehead, feeling your temperature. "I don't have a fever, Liang." Your voice is barely a whisper, pain clear in your voice, not calming your boyfriend at all. "I've been told that you passed out and that you were losing a lot of blood." Liang voice is hurried, eyes still scanning your face, searching for a potential hint of your condition. You let out a chuckle, now your hands caressing his rough cheeks. "Love, I'm just menstruating." Liang sighs, head falling down, even deeper in the palm of your hands. "I was so worried for you." His eyes finally more relaxed, a smile gracing his face, but it lasts just a second, a serious expression now taking its place. "How many times I told you to take it easy when you are like this." "Many mom, you are right, won't do it anymore." You half joke, sing-sanging as best as you can, cramps still making it hard for you to fully smile. Liang pinches your cheek, laying next to you, your back touching his front, hands on your pelvis, keeping you tight against him in a warm embrace. "Grandmaster, don't you have places to go?" You ask worried, but still making yourself more comfortable in his arms. "Grandmaster had enough stress for today, now it's recharge time." He replies, head in your necknook, eyes closed before giving a butterfly kiss to your neck. Yeah, recharge time doesn't sound bad right now.

#mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk scenarios #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #mk1 scorpion #scorpion x reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #mk x you #mortal kombat xl #mk1 x you

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sunshine-theseus · 4 months

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Inside and Out | Aitana Bonmati x Reader

Words: 1.7k Summary: you weren't a cheerful or outgoing person but Aitana has plans to change that. - I'm back! sorry for delays Warnings: apologies, once again probably poor Spanish. request for - @realsociadadferminofan

People were often afraid of me upon first glance. You come to expect it when you’re covered in tattoos and rather buff, my resting face rather unhappy. It doesn’t mean it hurt any less when I try to talk to someone, and they went running for the hills. So I became the person everyone expected me to be; grumpy and lonely.

Until her.

Aitana was the epitome of sunshine. Smiling and full of life, welcoming people wherever she went. That’s exactly how she greeted me on my first day as Barcelona’s fitness coach. No one else bothered to approach me until Jonatan introduced us but as soon as Aitana saw me, she had her hand out for me to shake and asking how I’m doing, smiling brightly up at me.

I tried to keep up the ‘dark and broody’ demeaner for as long as I could around her, but she made it so hard. Every day before training she’d come in with that same smile, like sun beaming through the clouds, and would start up a conversation. In the beginning I replied with brief answers to get her to leave as soon as possible. Once I realised she wasn’t giving up anytime soon, I warmed up to it. Even going as far as looking forward to the daily meeting.

“Bon día!” She comes bounding into the gym, at exactly 9am as usual (after she learnt I love routine).

Other people mill around us, but we don’t notice as we begin to talk, occasionally attracting their eyes when we laugh too loud.

“Joder! Voy a llegar tarde al entrenamiento.” I’m left to smile affectionately as the Catalan makes a run for the locker room to get ready. (fuck! I’m going to be late to training).

I quickly make the decision I need to ask her out, fawning over her from a distance was not working out like I’d hoped. Completely ditching the gym plan I was scheming; I begin to make a list of things I know she likes. Instantly removing football off the list, I eventually land on a picnic at a lookout. The sunsets have been spilling pockets of warmer colours and casting a golden glow upon the city, I want to see that with her.

When the time for Barcelona Femení to walk through the gym doors comes, I grow nervous. Making a plan was all well and good but executing it was much harder than it seemed.

Making sure everyone has enough water and had a good lunch, it’s hard to keep my eyes off Aitana. Her sleeves are rolled up after spending time in the sun and her shorts are similarly so. The muscles that are normally so softly defined, prominently flexing as she makes her way over to some weights and begins lifting.

“If you keep staring she’s going to think you’re insane.” Claudia whispers in my ear as I help her fix her stance.

“Shut up, I’m not staring. Just… making sure she’s doing the right thing.” The younger girl chuckles and continues her reps while I try desperately to distract myself.

It continued to prove harder than expected. Every bicep curl, lunge, bicycle rep, my eyes drifted to her. The way beads of sweat dripped down her face and over the divots and hills of muscle that never seemed to stop flexing. The way her head tilted back as she chugged water. The laugh that echoed through the gym when Keira tried to speak Spanish or told an English joke she didn’t quite understand but found funny none the less.

The last of which did spark a jealousy deep in the pit of my stomach that I had to push down as I helped the other girls. Eventually I had to excuse myself to “take a call”, rushing to my car to bang my head against the wheel to try and knock some sense back into myself.

Jona, coming back from his late lunch with his wife and kid, knocks on my window in concern. I jump in surprise as he questions me.

“Estás bien? Qué ocurre?” the muffled voice is comforting none the less. (are you okay? What’s wrong?)

“Estoy enamorado pero tengo miedo de decir cualquier cosa. Y no puedo pensar en nada más” I groan and slump back in my driver’s seat. (I’m in love but I’m afraid to say anything. And I can’t think of anything else)

“Ahhh Aitana.” A smile spreads across his face and I flush red.

“How do you know?”

“She broke your dark and broody appearance. Only someone in love would allow their disguise to stripped away.”

“Well what about her? How does she feel?”

“Hard to tell. She’s always such a kind soul. But she’s never been so adamant in getting close to someone, so the chances are high. She risks being late every day to talk to you.”

“Qué? She shouldn’t do that.”

“But she’ll continue to.” The coach leaves with a smile and a skip in his step as he goes to overlook the team I’m currently supposed to be training.

I wipe the sweat off my palms, check my forehead in the rearview mirror to make sure there isn’t a mark from the wheel, and make my way back inside. I take to my usual spot in the corner, arms crossed, displaying the muscles that tend to scare away most, and yell orders across the room. If Aitana was risking her work for me, I’d simply stop allowing it. No more lingering conversations, no more daily meetings at 9am. No more anything. Back to my old self, for her.

That plan didn’t last long.

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“Bon día!” the Catalan makes her usual cheerful entrance at exactly 9am, but I don’t even look up at her as I reply with a simple “morning.”

“Estás bien?”

“Mmhm.” I can picture the frown that adorns her face. Eyebrows pinched together and the corners of her mouth downturned, an expression that should never appear on such a ray of sunshine.

“Talk to me. What’s wrong?” Aitana pulls out the chair parallel from me and sits.

“I’m busy, you’ll be late.” There’s a pregnant pause and I can almost hear the cogs turning in her head. I hadn’t been this blunt toward her since we first met.

“I always make it to training on time, even when our conversations last longer than normal. You haven’t had a problem with it before.” It’s hard to fight her when she’s right.

“But I will be late today if you don’t talk to me. In fact I’ll miss all of training, sitting in this chair, waiting for you. I’ll always wait for you mi quiera.” I pause and let out a sigh, leaning back in my chair and finally looking into the chocolate brown eyes in front of me.

“There’s this girl… she’s so amazing and kind and she made me lower my guard when no one else could. She didn’t stop until I crumbed. She’s always there for me. I really like her Ai, but I don’t know if she likes me back.” Another silence follows but I watch as the stoic expression blooms into a toothy grin.

“Sí, she likes you very much.”

“Would she like to go on a date with me?”

“Sí.”

Despite the simplicity of the conversation in comparison to how I’d originally planned it, I feel myself grow giddy, a word I do not use lightly for myself.

“I’ll pick you up at 5pm? Nothing too fancy.” Aitana nods and bids me goodbye, heading to training as I try and fail to focus on today’s session plan once again.

As promised, I pull up to Aitana’s small apartment building at exactly 5pm, finding her waiting out front. A peach linen singlet and white denim shorts adorn her body, black sandals comfortably on her feet.

“Hola! You look cute.” She’s confident in her statement as she slips into my passenger seat.

“Thank you. You look beautiful, as always.” I barely catch the dusting of blush that brightens her cheeks momentarily.

“Where are we going mi quiera?”

“It’s a surprise.” I lean my arm on the centre consol, simply a comfort measure, but Aitana slips her arm beside it and fixes her hand in mine.

“Everything is a surprise with you.” I simply hum in content and continue the drive.

I try to distract her any time we approach a sign with the name on it, pointing out things that weren’t there or cracking jokes only she would laugh at now she understands my humour.

“Mirador Sirriá?! This is like the best lookout in Barcelona! I’ve heard the sunsets are so pretty from here, but I’ve never seen with my own eyes.” She rambles as I find a spot to park. It’s relatively deserted for how popular it is, but I can’t complain.

“The best sunset for the best girl.” I tease as I hop around to her side to open the door.

“That was cheesy.” Aitana giggles as she follows me to the boot, grabbing the picnic blanket and basket of snacks for us to enjoy.

“A picnic? Aye you have a way to my heart.” She helps me lay down the blanket and takes a seat.

“No tenía ya una camina hacia tu corazón?” I let out a fake gasp as I set the food down in front of us. (I didn’t already have a way to your heart?)

We begin to eat and talk, laughing until our bellies ache as the sun sets behind the Barcelona skyline. The air starts to feel fresh and the orange hue that casts down on us makes Aitana seem ethereal.

“Hermosa.” I whisper and she turns her head. Her eyes seem to glow in the light.

I tuck a hair that flies into her face behind her ear and cup her cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, inside and out. I would still be an angsty, cruel, unhappy fitness instructor you all hated if you didn’t force me out of my shell. Thank you.” I barely finish my sentence before her lips are on mine. It’s a feverish kiss but still full of love and adoration.

My other hand grabs her waist as both hers fist my shirt. We don’t stop until air is no longer travelling to our lungs.

“I couldn’t let the grumpy, unhappy trainer stay that way. You’re too beautiful not to feel loved, inside and out.” I bump my nose against Aitana’s and smile one of the biggest smiles I ever have.

“Te amo.”

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #woso fanfics #aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati x reader #barcelona femeni #barca femeni

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okay okay, i have had this one thought in my head about a platonic gender-neutral (or male/masc-leaning) reader fic. this is for either miles (more so 42 than 1610 bc i can imagine his face of exasperation). imagine just being his dumbass friend, like yeah your smart enough to be in visions, but goddamn!! you leave your braincells in your school locker once the final bell rings. your self preservation instincts are questionable at best and the only reason you're not dead yet bc you're proving that quote "you can't kill stupid" as a true fact. at least you bring homemade food over everytime you visit his home and his mom likes you, so you're not completely hopeless in life. (i've had this rotating in my brain for days and still haven't written it myself) -☁

a/n: I went the masc route with this one with a sprinkle of gender envy if u squint

You thought doing homework on a rooftop would be a nice change of scenery.

Dangling off of the rooftop? Not so much.

A tiny group of pigeons had been hanging out near the edge, and you had the idea to try and feed them with the bag of sunflower seeds you'd brought with you. Carefully, you step forward toward the flock, until some unknown force of nature causes you to trip over your own feet and sends you careening over the edge.

Somehow, you manage to grab hold of the railing of the fire escape just below, but your palms are sweaty. You heave as you use all of your upper body strength to hold yourself up while desperately trying not to look down.

It's not enough.

Just as you lose your grip, a strong arm catches you. It's covered in purple leather, ending in a familiar clawed hand.

"Again?" Asks an amused modulated voice as wind rushes past your ears.

"You make it sound like a daily occurrence."

You feel a jolt as the masked figure swings and lands in front of an alleyway before putting you down. As you adjust your crooked glasses, the mask whirs and splits in two before receding, revealing the smirking, deep brown face of your friend, Miles.

"What happened this time?"

His voice is low and nearly too soft to hear, a stark contrast to the tinny high pitch of your own. No amount of lowering your larynx or whispering could ever get it like that. Part of you wishes you could steal it sometimes, or borrow his voice modulator, at least.

If only.

"Tripped," you answer, rubbing your upper arm as a side effect of the claws' tight grip. "Dunno how you always manage to catch me."

"Easy," Miles explains as he unzips his black duffel bag. "I see that ratty ass gray hoodie you always got on and swing right over."

With a whir and a clank, he removes the claw on his right hand, then his left, tossing them into the bag.

"How does carryin' those around like that not damage them?" you blurt out suddenly. Miles snorts.

"You gonna fix 'em for me, genius?"

"No."

"Thought so."

Finally, he removed the grappling hook strapped to his back and tied his jacket around his waist.

You say his catchphrase before he does: "Let's bounce!"

This earns you a burst of laughter from Miles as you make your way out of the alley.

"What, I say it wrong?"

"No, it's just..." he catches his breath and claps you on the shoulder as he passes by. "You make it sound so friendly."

"Whatever, man."

"Yo, pay attention, dude!"

You feel Miles' hand yank you backwards by your hoodie as a car horn blares past you. Once you look up from your phone, your eyes widen.

"Oh, shit."

The car had barely missed you.

The streetlight across from you finally turned white, and the two of you crossed. Miles keeps glancing back at you until the short journey to the opposite sidewalk is completed.

He stops, crossing his arms. "How many times are you gonna almost-die today? Lemme know so I can adjust my schedule."

"Until someone finally finishes the job," you joke before remembering something. "Ah fuck, I hope the brownies survived."

You swing your book bag off of your shoulder and kneel to open it, revealing a small Tupperware container filled with home-made brownies stacked on top of your textbooks. Thankfully, there is only a bit of chocolate smudged on the sides; the pastries themselves remain (mostly) intact.

Miles raised an eyebrow. "You know taking the textbooks home is optional, right?"

Zipping your bag closed, you reply with a shrug,"I like re-writing my notes. I need to access the source material."

"I need to access the source material," Miles mimics you in a nasally voice before strolling past you. "If I were a worse person, I'd shove yo' ass in a locker."

You laugh, breaking into a jog to catch up to him with your 'source material' weighing you down.

"Just for that, I'm telling your mom the brownies are just for her-shit!"

A piece of cracked and lifted cement trips you up and scuffs your sneakers. Your hands shoot out to break your fall, planting themselves onto the ground. Your glasses aren't so lucky.

"Aw, man, I just got these!" You frowned as you dusted off your khaki shorts with one hand, holding your glasses in the other.

One of the frames now has a crack right down the middle.

"That's tough, buddy," Miles remarks.

He had spun around as soon as he heard you yell in case of another near-death experience, but was now trying desperately to hold back laughter that escaped through his nose as he walked backwards towards his destination.

"It's not funny!"

"It's a little funny. You're like a Looney Tunes character."

You laugh, "If an anvil falls on my head, it's your fault."

#i hope this was in the general ballpark of what u asked for lmao #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x male reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles g morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #moralesanhour #requests

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Two of hearts

Season 1: Episode 2

Context: Fernando comes back from his daily routine of killing zombies near the safehouse and you suspect he's not saying the whole truth. You get closer to Carlos as something more then friends while poor Charles becomes a third wheel.

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"Okay first off, shooting a handgun with precision requires three things: balance, technique, and practice." Carlos says holding a revolver in his right hand.

You are playing with Jośe, Fernando's dog, in the backyard where Carlos is teaching Charles how to shoot a gun, a handgun to be precise. Charles, eyes full of determination, listens to words spilling out of Carlos' mouth with full concentration.

Fernando has a routine. In every two days he goes out on his motorcycle, he scans the area around safehouse and kills whatever zombie is within 2 km of the safehouse. Every day, he goes up to the terrace of the house, a huge telescope is placed so Fernando can see anyone, living or dead, in the surrounding area. He is usually up there half the time, only coming down to either eat or let some steam off which means attacking the practice dummy, he says its for practice.

After a while, Fernando comes back covered in blood, this time more than usual which concerns you a lot. Charles' training session with Carlos comes to an end as Fernando approaches.

"More zombies than usual?" You ask carefully looking for any bite marks on him or any sign that a zombie got to him, but you're not that worried because you know Fernando is too much of a pro.

"Sí, parece que se están aburriendo de la ciudad. (yeah, feels like they are getting bored of the city)." Fernando grunts as he takes off his leather jacket and puts his rifle aside.

"¿Deberíamos preocuparnos? (Should we be worried?)" Carlos says as he walks closer to where you and Fernando are standing. Fernando mutters "no" and walks inside the house, on his way to shower.

Charles also comes closer where you and Carlos are standing alone, trying to discern what you both are looking at. You and Carlos are still staring at the road afar, both of you share a look that means, Fernando is not saying the full truth.

"I am gonna work on dinner now. Get inside, the sun is setting." Carlos says finally breaking the trance.

"Charles, come with me. We need to shut off all the windows and draws the curtains." You sighed as you all walked towards the house.

“So are you worried?” Charles asks you tentatively.

“A bit. I fear Fernando is not telling us the whole truth.” You reply.

As dinner time finishes with very little talk, you all head back to your assigned rooms. Night approaches rapidly and you are tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You decide to head to the living room, there is a television set there, last you checked it has a few dvds on the cabinet next to it.

As you’re watching some 50s show with the volume kept as low as possible, a hand comes to grip your shoulder.

You shriek as you turn around and notice it’s Carlos.

“God you scared me, what are you doing up?” You exhale a sigh as Carlos comes to sit beside you.

“I should be asking that to you no?” He whispers.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah”

As you both sit there, you turn and ask him,

“Do you ever think that you’d be better off dead?”

“Sometimes… but I realise my family may be alive so I have to keep hope and keeping living I guess.” He replies. “Plus who would keep you alive if I die huh?” He adds as he lightly bonks your head.

“Hey!” You say offendedly as he only shrugs, his lips breaking out in a soft smile.

“Sometimes, I wish I’d have killed myself ages ago, before this nightmare took place.” You say grimly. Carlos raises his eyes at your words. As long as he’s known you, you’ve always kept a positive, happy go to attitude so hearing this definitely shocks and upsets him at the same time.

“Don’t say that.” He brings you in for a hug and kisses your forehead. “I’m here, and I promise to protect you.”

The next morning came and you arose to find yourself in Carlos' arms, in his bed. As you went to get up, his arms wrapped around your waist pull you back toward his chest.

"I don't get a good morning?" Carlos whispers, his voice raspy.

"Good morning, mind telling me how I ended up in your room?" You ask sweetly.

"You fell asleep and I got you here. Simple as that." He shrugs.

You hesitate a moment before asking him a question that has been lingering in your mind since yesterday.

"Do you think Fernando is hiding something from us?" You ask as he sits up straighter and raises an eyebrow. "Ever since he came back yesterday, I feel it in my gut that he's not telling us the whole truth."

He thinks a bit, you can see the gears in his head turning then he responds, "Look, if Fernando isn't telling us something, it's either to protect us or he thinks it's not important." But his response doesn't seem convincing, not to you and it looks like he himself doesn't believe his words.

"You don't get it, I have a bad feeling about what he said. It's like he didn't exactly lie, he told the half truth which worries me." You reply.

Before Carlos can reply, the door opens followed by Charles who was focusing on the remote in his hands, "Hey do you know how to-" He looks up and sees you and Carlos in his bed, "Uh I didn't realise you both were together." Charles yelps quickly as averts his gaze from you guys.

"It's okay Charles, here I'll help you with the television." You get up yet you're looking at Carlos, your eyes say, this conversation isn't over.

As you fix the TV up for Charles, you realise you haven't see Fernando all morning, you go to check his room but you don't find him there, Hm must've gone hunting, you think to yourself. You know you need to confront him, sooner rather than later. You just hope that Fernando tells you the full truth this time.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Four -

Steve had been popular in high school, he never asked for it. He didn’t really want it, but he was the captain of the Swim Team and the Basketball team, he had happily coasted through the Hawkins High Show Choir Revolutionaires. (Blame Robin for that one, he didn’t know he would have to dance, which he did not like to do but he sang like a song bird thank you very much.)

Popularity just kind of came to him. He was in the GSA, which Robin had been the president of (she was also the choir president) and when he came out as bisexual his senior year, that kind of solidified his King of Hawkins throne. He and Robin had been Prom King and Queen of the class of 2019.

Robin thrived with it, but honestly? It burnt Steve out. So when he and Rob moved to Chicago to “expand their homosexual horizons”, thought courtesy of one Robin Buckley, Steve was happy to take a back seat and let her be the social butterfly she loved to be. Steve was happy just taking things a step and breath at a time. High school and the years following had moved so fast, it was nice to just listen to people and see things that he may not have had an opportunity to before.

Ever the codependent pair, they had gotten jobs together at an insurance office in the city. It was graphs, phone calls, and paper work but Steve didn’t mind it temporarily. They both had accepted the job with the intention of getting to their destination, neither Steve nor Robin were intending to keep the position with Murdock Insurance Agency.

It had been a few days since Steve had had his absolute shit rocked by the hot as fuck barista at the coffee shop he and Robin had decided to try,

“Steve, he liked you and their lattes were delicious can we please go back? You’re being just a little teensy bit irrational with this.”

“Robin he’s just so—he—oh my god, I can’t talk to him again.”

‘Talk? That’s a little generous Steve, I’m pretty sure you like, heavy breathed at him like Ghostface does on the phone in the Scream movies.”

“Oh come on Rob! He had just gotten through a super hot, sweaty, ridiculously sexy fi—“

“Steven Richard Harrington I am begging you to shut the hell up and go get us coffee on your lunch break, please. If not out of love, then due to the fact that you owe me for listening to whatever the fuck that just was.”

“Fine, okay, but if he’s there and I embarrass myself, you’re going to miss that experience, so sucks to suck.”

Robin laughed and waved as Steve made his way through the office floor, taking the elevator the few floors down to get to the exit in the lobby. It was nice weather, a little chilly, but nothing Steve wasn’t used to from Indiana. He would’ve put in effort if he knew he was potentially seeing Eddie the sexy ass barista today, but alas, all he could hope for was that his khaki pants and the olive green windbreaker on his back made him look decent enough.

The Daily Grind was surprisingly quieter than it had been the morning Steve and Robin met Eddie. He stepped inside and vaguely recognized the curly headed kid that had been with Eddie last.

The kid popped his head up from the register at the tingling sound of the bell above Steve’s head, “Welcome to—“ curly head cut himself off and his eyes doubled in size, “Oh my god you’re the guy! MAX” he yelled towards the back of the store, “Max! Eddie’s guy is here, right now! Oh my god he’s gonna be so mad.”

Eddie’s what? Steve blushed, and he wasn’t able to hide it, he was kind of overstimulated by the very loud greeting from this kid and was suddenly very confused by whatever was happening here, “Um hi?” Steve questioned more the greeted walking up to the register.

The kid smiled a toothy grin at Steve and stuck his hand out for him to shake, Steve didn't necessarily want to shake this strange little mans hand, but it was the polite thing to do, “I’m Dustin and this—MAX,” Dustin yelled again. Steve politely pulled his hand away, Dustin was so loud. Steve turned his head the direction Dustin had yelled and saw a red head pop her head out through the door.

“Christ Dustin What—“ Max turned her eyes to Steve and gave him the full once over. What was with kids these days? Were they all so loud and unapologetic? Jesus, Steve was clearly older than this girl and she was just full on ogling, “Well hello. I’m Max, it looks like you’ve met Dustin, you are?”

Steve went to speak, hoping the heat he felt on his cheeks wasn’t painfully present and showing his embarrassment on his face. He left Hawkins to get away from the spotlight, he wasn’t fond of having it forced upon him these days. “I-I’m—“

“Hes the guy that Eddie was telling you about? You know the dude he met after he cussed out Cappuccino Brenda?”

Steve really didn’t have much choice but to watch the exchange, no one had come in after him and these two seemed very distracted by Steve being here, so he just waited for them to finish talking…about him apparently.

Max’s eyes went wide “Oooh, Oh! Yes! Hi, what’s your name?”

She looked at him expectantly and Steve was so confused about this whole situation. His fairly impenetrable fortress of wall that he had built up over the King Steve of high school cracked just a little, and while King Steve loved most everybody, King Steve was also a bit of a bitch, “Oh do I get to speak now, instead of being spoken over?” He looked to the two baristas with a smirk and his hands found their way to his hips.

They both looked at him with eyes wide, out of the corner of her mouth Max said, “I thought you said he was shy?”

Dustin broke out in a goofy grin, “I like him.”

Steve huffed, “I’m seriously right here, what is even happening right now?” Steve dropped his hands from his hips and tried to rear in whatever pieces of him that had come lose, “I’m Steve, so what do I gotta do to get a couple medium lavender oat milk lattes?”

Dustin went to speak, but Max cut him off before he could, “Y’know what? They are totally on us, as long as you just give us your number for our new loyalty program.” Dustin looked at Max with an eyebrow raised.

Steve watched her wave him off toward the machines, and shrugged, “Okay? Sure.” Max tossed him a sticky note pad and a pen, he scribbled his number down, “Uh—Thanks Max, this has been great.”

She grabbed the notepad and hopped to the back with a two finger salute, “Catch ya later Pretty Boy.”

Steve gave a brief wave and shuffled over to Dustin, who smiled as he handed off the lattes, “Nice to officially meet you Steve! See you around.”

Steve offered a small smile and a brief thanks, before stepping back out onto the street, god. The Daily Grind was trip, every time.

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thebibliosphere · 1 year

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Fellow adhd writer, how do I stick with a single topic and finish it? I could always manage my academic papers well enough but I’ve been trying to write fic for the last few years and can’t ever seem to finish one before another idea grabs me and I keep following one idea after the other

So, the way I manage that, is I often have more than one project going on at once. Being able to alternate between them provides my shiny crow brain with enough stimulation and variety to prevent me from getting bored.

I also keep a word document of "random thoughts that won't leave me tf alone," where I scribble things down to get the idea and impulse to follow it out of my head.

If I still can't stop thinking about it, I'll start planning it out. Devoting that level of attention to something will do one of two things for me. One, I'll have the outline for my next WIP done, or two, my brain will go, "aw, you want to make this into work?" and drop it like a hot potato.

To make progress on current projects, I set small daily goals. On average days, my minimum creative word count is 500.

Which, by the way, is often on par with the goal professional, award-winning writers set for themselves. Being able to write tens of thousands of words in a day sure is a thing some people are capable of (I am when I'm hyperfixating), but it's not sustainable, and you may be setting yourself up for burnout--especially if you try to maintain it longterm.

On bad days, I will reduce it to "okay, let's do a half hour and see how far I get." If I'm able to trap my attention, great. I'll keep going until I meet my goal.

If I can't, I accept that today is a low-attention day and acknowledge that I likely need more sleep, food, or stimulating recreation to give my brain both a rest and a boost. I do not consider these lost or failed days. They are all part of the productive, creative cycle and necessary. This is true whether you are NT or ND.

Body doubling can also be very helpful for those of us who work better with others present. I do body doubling with friends or people in my Discord sometimes. (Starting that up again soon, folks, just as soon as I get the okay to start working more from the eye doctor!) So if that sounds like something you'd enjoy, try asking friends if they'd like to set time aside to write together. Shared productivity can be beneficial for keeping ADHD and other flavors of ND on track.

If you lose all interest in a project. Shelve it and follow one of the other WIPS. Sometimes you need to be in a better place to work on certain things, and that's okay.

Some people thrive with a stricter structure than that, but this is what works for me. Small goals, allowing myself the time to follow diversions (while also trying to meet daily goals), and taking the time out to ensure I'm getting enough good stimulation in other ways. Took me a while in therapy to figure out a healthy work-life balance, but that's mine.

I hope that helps or provides a greater sense of solidarity.

#adult adhd #writing with adhd

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sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully · 1 year

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Hi!! I have a small request that can either be in drabble or hc format (it makes no different to me) for a GN!reader that is touch sensitive? Certain textures just give them the ick and leave them overwhelmed. (Think having your flooring be all stone and having to walk on it bumps and all without any breaks or changes in texture. It would get annoying and uncomfortable) So they avoid touch like its the plague when it comes to their neighbors because they sometimes just feel 'gross' in a sense, sometimes to fuzzy, others to scratchy, or sometimes just too alive (*eyes wally*)

Kept it semi-vauge, so you can go ham on your own interpretation of it, hoping to see what you will produce if you find this interesting :]

-🌼

OH REAL. REAL REAL. I’ve got touch based sensory issues myself (along with “contamination anxiety”? Akin to the ‘gross’ part you mentioned HAHA), that shit slaps (as in it slaps me, daily) /neg /lhj !!

Thank you for the request though >:] I hope what I write satisfies!!

Felt Fingers

Welcome Home x GN!Reader with a Touch Sensitive Reader!

Headcanon format, relation(s) are platonic!

When you moved into the sleepy neighbourhood, you had already geared up for your usual “new people routine”.

If they went to touch, you’d curl away— nervously chattering off that you’d prefer to not be. Some understood immediately, others took it personal— grew defensive, and then some were simply confused. You had grown used to the reactions, and you were ready!

…After all, you were meeting.. quite a few new people, quite fast, today!—

You had been taken on a tour of the town by no other than Wally Darling, who— to your unspoken relief— was not the touchy type. At least not with a very new friend. Instead, he held his hands clasped neatly behind his back.

Some of the other neighbours were, though— specifically one by the name of Julie Joyful, the first one you were pulled up to meet.

When Wally acquainted you both to one another, she rushed in for a friendly hug— only to be left confused, head tilted when you back stepped.

Ah, here we go..

You chattered off, nervously tugging at the edge of your sleeve— but she soon perked up, like a light bulb had clicked over her head.

“Ohhh..! Okay!! No worries!” She beamed at you, “I’ll keep that in mind!!- Sorry! Haha-“

Wally watched the interaction silently, also taking note of it.

Next up was Frank Frankly, who wasn’t very far off from Julie. As of current, he was crouched near what seemed to be colourful milkweed, watching a butterfly of some kind intently.

You watched as Wally slid up behind him, not really making any noise before he hummed.

“What’re you up to, Frank..?”

The reaction was immediate, some gruff, garbled spew of confusion quickly followed— before Frank huffed.

Soon, though, you were being introduced. Frank held out his hand for a handshake, and you declined with a weak smile.

He didn’t seem bothered, just nodding and lowering his hand.

Soon, you were moving onto the next person; Howdy Pillar.

As you both walked into the cooled down store, Howdy warmly greeted you from the counter— immediately taking note of you.

“Oh! Hey! Is this th’ new neighbour you were talking about, Wally?”

Upon confirmation, his attention slid to you with a warm smile. He introduced himself, and held out one of his four arms for a shake— leading to another decline.

You watched his head tilt in confusion momentarily before he gave a quick, understanding smile.

“Just not in the mood?” He asked, voice softened— he didn’t seem upset. You simply just explained the boundary, as you had been all day, and he nodded along.

“Alright! Got’cha, neighbour!”

As Wally pulled open the glass door, the little bell hung above going off, Howdy would wish you both “a swell rest of the day!”

And you were off!

For just a moment, before a large, blue dog strolled up.

He was soon introduced to you as Barnaby B. Beagle.

He didn’t reach out for a handshake, instead just sort of giving you a small wave with his large paw, paired with a cheeky grin.

“ ‘ello.” [Hello]

Wally and he seemed to catch up for a moment, before Barnaby somewhat.. patted his head. Wally simply stared, still smiling— and a non-hostile look!.. He just.. didn’t react very much.

And, soon, you were being whisked to the next neighbour; Sally Starlet.

You found her atop a rickety built stage, seemingly warming up her voice— speaking loud and proud, from the chest!

.. Before she noticed you both, of course.

Soon, almost in the blink of an eye, she was in front of both of you— smiling.

“Hello!! Hello!! Is this the new neighbour?” She absolutely beamed as she spoke, to which Wally calmly nodded.

Ecstatically, she’d take your hands in hers— giving them a shake as she began to introduce herself— before Wally cleared his throat.

“They.. don’t like to be touched.”

Ah. Agh. Agagghhhfhh.

You smiled at her, though strained, trying to discretely wipe your hands off on your pants once she had (quite quickly) let your hands go.

Very quickly, she was apologetic— seeming concerned.

“Oh— shoot!- I should’ve asked, first, my bad!!- Are you alright?”

Very quickly things had become a notch more overwhelming, but you’d be fine.. you’d be fine, just had to trudge through..

You nodded, giving her a weak smile and reassuring her you were fine.

Your hands felt tingly, and it felt like she was still squeezing them with the scratchy felt and— auuggjhdhr. hhrhrhrr.

She introduced herself far more calmly, still holding an apologetic smile.

Soon, yet again, you were off— quick to run into what seemed to be the neighbourhood’s mailman!

He gave you a warm, chipper smile as he introduced himself as Eddie Dear, but he was quick to move on.

“It’s a delight to meet you, neighbour, but I gotta get goin’!! Have a good day though, you two!!“

And with that, he was gone! A brief introduction after the one with Sally was a relief, and soon you and Wally were left in silence— walking up to one of the houses this time.

“.. How are you feeling, neighbour?”

His voice lulled through the silence, and you perked up. You answer was pretty curt, but polite! You liked the neighbours, but you were still awfully tired from moving…

“That’s good. Don’t worry, there’s.. just one.. left.”

Though his voice was flat, you could tell it was supposed to be reassurance (or, you at least took it as such) as you nodded.

And, soon, you dawned upon the Final Neighbour; Poppy Partridge!

As Wally knocked on the door, she soon pulled it open— staring down at the both of you with kind eyes.

“Ah.. hello..!! You’re— the new neighbour, I’d take it?”

Her voice held a nervous ring, though friendly! With confirmation, you introduced yourself— and she smiled.

“It’s— it’s a pleasure to meet you, dear..” She then glanced back into her home, before back to you. “I— I made a few treats, for you! If you’d- like one, of course!”

You accepted, might as well, and she soon handed you what seemed to be a few freshly baked cookies wrapped up in cloth. Your hands made brief contact, making you tense again, but her soft, feathery hands didn’t get to you— tttoo badly. You still felt that familiar drip of discomfort slide down your neck and throughout your back, but it passed.

She seemed to notice, though, and her gaze instantly flooded with concern.

“Oh, dear.. are- you okay, neighbour? Do you feel well? Are you sick-? Do—“

Before she could continue nervously rattling off what may be the matter, you nodded, and— with a smidge of hesitance— took the chance to properly state the boundary to her.

“Oh— oh! Of course,.. I’m sorry,” She held a small smile, “I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart..”

And, soon, after wrapping up conversation with the sweet bird, you and Wally were headed back to your own home.

“.. So..” You could feel his intent gaze start burrowing into your face. “.. How was that, neighbour?”

GRAAAHHHHHHH I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING RAAAAH /lhj HAHA!!

I hope it’s satisfactory!!! Thank you for requesting >:] /g

Have not proof read!! Will do so laterrr!!!!!

#sighsdeeplyanddreadfully #x reader #reader insert #welcome home #welcome home x reader #howdy pillar #frank frankly #Julie joyful #Wally darling #poppy partridge #sally starlet #Eddie dear #barnaby b beagle

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missmeasured · 1 year

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Hey there could you write a short story about Snape catching his beloved (female reader) in a little white lie and punishing her for it? In a dominate way he could tie her up and remind her that lying is not what good girls do. The lie I have in mind is her lying when asked where she was at a certain time but he knows its false. In the end she was only trying to sneak around to get him a birthday suprise. I would like to see her hold out as long as possible before revealing the reason for her lie and maybe even be a little bit of a brat. If you can’t I understand and thank you for you’re time.

Hi Anon!

You’re in luck, and I take requests when they inspire me, and this definitely inspired me. I hope you like it!

Summary: You have just come home with Severus’ Birthday Preset, hell bent on keeping it a secret this year, but he already knows too much and you get caught in a a lie and end up being punished.

Notes: Pairing: Reader/Severus, 1st Person POV, Word Count: 4K

Content Warnings: Explicit NSFW . Reader has a vagina. Daddy kink. Ropes, spanking, vaginal fingering, Vaginal intercourse.

Daddy I’m Home

With a powerful thrust of my hip I swing the door open, struggling with the overloaded brown paper bags of groceries in my hands. “Home!” I huff out as I awkwardly kick my boots off and when I turn my head to the living room I see the Daily Prophet news sheet fold down, he looks at me from his favourite chair. I give him a smile as I rush to hide his gift before he stands up.

I move to the kitchen briskly, throwing the bags down on the counter and putting the parcel that contained his birthday present in a lower cupboard behind the potatoes. I get myself a sorely needed glass of water before putting the food away. I'm parched from rushing around to get home, I had been halfway running with the bags. When I turn around after downing my glass of water he startles me, he is right behind me. I hadn't heard him coming.

“You've been out longer than I thought.”

“Diagon Alley was busy.” I explain.

“Where did you go? Other than obviously the green grocer.”

“Florish and Blotts.”

“Yet…I see no books.”

“They didn't have that cookbook I wanted. Sold out already.” A damn shame because I had been hoping to try my hand at one of the recipe’s my friend made last night.

“Took up a lot of time, did it? Not buying a book?”

“Well I had to look to see if they had it first. What’s with the questioning?” I ask, internally scolding myself. I am already getting defensive and I had told myself I would not be.

“Well you've been gone quite some time. I really thought you would be home before me.”

“Well it took longer than I thought.”

“Indeed. You stopped nowhere else?”

“Okay you caught me! I stopped for an ice cream cone. I didn't tell you because I knew you would nag me about sweets before dinner but I was starving.” I confess to a minor transgression. Ice cream when I was about to cook for us. The roast would take at least an hour though. The ice cream had kept me going when I felt burnt out.

“Oh yes, I am no fun. It is wise to omit things that contain fun lest I become upset.” He is sarcastic, he seems annoyed.

“Why are you all grumpy?”

“Perhaps because my darling little sweetheart is lying to me.”

“I am not!” I hope my lie isn't obvious on my face. It's so hard to keep things a secret from him. How many times has he ruined a surprise for himself by being too observant? Hiding things from him was hard, he always knew when things were slightly out of place.

“You are. I was under the mistaken impression that you were a good girl, and above such nonsense as lying to my face.” He is baiting me to fight him. I told myself I would not ask him what is making him so nosey, it will give me away.

“Severus. I went to the bookstore, I got ice cream, I got groceries… maybe I chatted to too many friends along the way. Did too much window shopping. Would you scold me if something in the window of Madam Malkins caught my eye and I went in to see it?”

“I would scold you because you just lied to me again.”

I’m about to open my mouth- insist I hadn’t when I catch myself. He knows something, but I won’t ruin his birthday present just because he’s an overly observant taskmaster. I turn to try and unpack the food, to give myself time to make something else up. I take a single apple out of the bag when he raps his wand on the counter top loudly beside me and everything flies quickly to their homes, preventing me from using them as cover.

“Care to tell me what kept you?” He was looming in a manner which told me he was in a very particular mood. He was about to make a meal out of this interrogation and play with his food. In this case, me.

I start to walk away, around the island toward the living room door but suddenly he side steps me and I’m backed up against the fridge. “Did you wish to keep your coat on because you intend to run back out the front door or can I take it off?” He asks. I don't even answer, he is undoing the buttons already. Off it comes.

“Things take longer than we think sometimes. I think this dinner will take a while I should really get started…”

“Didn’t you just have an ice cream?”

“Yes but the roast needs a long time-“

“I am not so famished that I will expire if it's delayed.” He tucks some hair behind my ear as he says it. Then something coils around my ankles like a snake.

“Severus no-“ I start, not his ropes. I’m bad at keeping secrets from him at the best of times, tied up and being questioned, I’ll always fail.

“Don't start making demands. Good girls get to say no. Good girls that dont lie get to tell me they’d rather make dinner.” He snatches my hands out of the air like a lizard might snatch a fly and pulls them behind my back. His ropes slither around them too, pulling each wrist tight to the opposite elbow so my arms rested tight against my lower back with no movement.

“I’m not sure what to tell you, I went where I said I went. I didn't think you were the kind of man who wanted to control me down to the minute.” I bite, I’m getting feisty because I have done nothing wrong.

“The attitude you are giving me is unlike your usual nature. I don’t appreciate you meeting my concern with such dismissal.”

“Concern!? I went to the bloody grocery store!” I insist and that seems to rile him more. I’m thrown up and over his shoulder. “Severus, what is your problem!?” I screech as I’m carried to the living room.

“Guess.” He answers as he puts me down.

“I’m going to choose to remain silent.” I sniff haughtily.

“Guilty little pet.” He grumbles. He sits in his favourite chair and pulls me down over his lap ignoring my protests. “Did you know where you were going when you left this morning?”

“Sort of…” I answer truthfully.

“Not all of your trip was planned?”

“No, the ice cream shop was not planned as I said.” I snap. This earns me a slap across the rear before I’m expecting it. “I’m not lying!”

“You are answering me like a brat.”

“I am answering you honestly!” I bite then yelp because he got me again with a really stingy one.

“Incorrect.” He drawls and then we are silent. I chew on my words instead of speaking them. I’m trying to do something nice for him and I am being punished for it. “I shall answer your question because I am not unreasonable. I am angry because a certain someone was in a very dangerous part of Knockturn Alley alone today.”

Shit. I’m still not sure what he knows and I don't want to blow the surprise. What to tell him… I could try to deflect. Asking him if he was there seemed too guilty though.

“I’m waiting.”

“I think you are intent on punishing me so you might as well get on with it.”

Normally each blow to my behind would be accompanied by soothing caresses, apparently my attitude meant I was not afforded them. After a solid round of ten or more, I had lost count, he finally rested his palm against me, but still it did not rub the sting out. He pauses and is silent. My breathing is loud in my ears.

“This silence is the space designed for you to tell me the true story.”

“My silence is my answer.”

“Is it your intention to test my patience?”

“My intention is to get through this so I can start dinner.”

His ropes start multiplying. They begin to wrap my whole torso like a fly in a spider web. They encircle every inch of me all the way up my neck to my face. They don’t squeeze me, but they threaten. He stands and my body is lifted into the air before him. He’s taking me upstairs and I’m not sure why. “Tell me darling, why am I wrapping you up so tightly?”

“I’m not a legilimens.” I answer sarcastically and the ropes squeeze me as punishment as we move up the stairs and into the bedroom.

“Because you apparently need a reminder that you are mine. I shouldn’t have to wrap my magic around you and squeeze you with it for you to remember.” He says as I am deposited on the bed. “What does it mean for you to be mine, sweetheart?”

“That you insist on hitting me repeatedly on the backside when you don’t get your exact way?”

“This isn’t about me getting my exact way. This is about you disregarding your safety.” He is unfastening my trousers. “Since you so cleverly wormed your way into my heart… it is now your responsibility not to die, or to otherwise be kidnapped, cursed, hexed, jinxed or harmed in any way when you could have easily asked me for an escort.” As he lists the things he thinks could have happened to me in Knockturn alley he eases his hands inside my clothing more and more. He pushes the trousers down a little more with each word.

“A part of being mine is not offering up what is mine to various unsavoury characters by going shopping where there are dark corners and bad people looking for a sweet little thing that can be corrupted, coerced, or just plain tricked out of her gold.” The trousers slip off the ends of my feet and he steals my socks too. I’m wiggling on the cool of the duvet in my lacey panties and a turtleneck top he can’t steal unless he is willing to unleash my arms from their ropes.

“Severus, are you telling me that in addition to spanking me you are going to call me naive, easily tricked, and stupid?”

“I am not calling you those things. You are nothing except foolish.” He leaned over and grabbed my torso by the ropes, sliding me over to him. I am trying to avoid being spanked any more so put my feet on his chest and try to push away. “Stop being so difficult.” He grunts.

“Fine.” I bite and move my feet quickly off him so the way he is pulling on me results in me sliding across the bed and our hips meeting in the middle. I wrap my legs around him. “Is that better, sir?” I ask sarcastically.

“Tone, sweetheart.” He warns.

“Temper, dear.” I return.

Then he tries to move me back across his knees and I struggle. This must surprise him, as I never fight him. Usually my punishments are fake things, for transgressions imagined so that we might have some fun together. Normally I am spanked and I am petted in equal measure and it always leads to more sensual touch than pain. This pain for the sake of real punishment has me so feisty and riled that I try, even with my arms immobilised, to get out of his grasp, but he’s strong.

His hand comes down painfully against my almost bare behind and I still, sitting in the string of it. His fingers trace the lace edge of my knickers to where they disappear into the cleft of my bum and I wiggle at the ticklish sensation as it dances along with the painful one.

“Darling, now is the time to say what it is you were doing there. Otherwise I’ll be giving you nine more to complete this set.”

“One.” I belatedly count with gritted teeth in spiteful answer.

He is silent and gives me another.

“Two.” I grumble and I hear emotion in my voice. He rubs my behind for the first time since he began this punishment.

“Three.” My voice cracks, damn it. He is still. I listen to his breathing. He rubs me. I try to force myself to breathe slowly. “Four- Aaaahh I was getting you a birthday present!” I start to count but it hurts enough that I can’t take it anymore, not the pain as much as the implication that I somehow deserve it.

“From Knockturn alley?”

“I know you’ve been out of Doxy eggs and Jobberknoll feathers for three months and I heard the shop down there had gotten a rather large shipment of supplies so I went to inquire.”

“Oh, Darling… that’s a very thoughtful gift… yet it is still true that it’s too dangerous for you to go there alone to acquire such things for me. As thoughtful as you were being.” He responds.

“I feel like you are underestimating my ability to protect myself.” I whimper.

“Are you crying?” He asks.

“I’m just angry.” I answer, trying to control my breathing before I outright weep.

“Sweetheart…We’ve talked about this. You have to use the safeword if you’re feeling overwhelmed.” He sighs and his ropes release me.

I get off him and roll up in a ball on the bed facing away from him. “I wasn’t sure we were playing. You seemed very angry.”

“I was angry. I was completely confused as to why I saw you coming out of that alley and why you were so bloody intent on hiding the truth of it from me. Merlin sake, you could have made some horrible deal with someone down there and have been hiding it from me to save yourself from my ire when I might be the one who could help you.”

I peaked over my shoulder to respond. “You naturally assumed that if I was trying to evade your ire that I would respond best to being tied up and punished?”

Regret washes over his face. “I’m so sorry, pet.”

“You ruined your surprise.” I pout.

He crawls over me, pulling my chin out so he can kiss my lips. “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He kisses again. “How do I prove I’m sorry?” I try to move away from his lips but he is persistent. “Give me those pouting lips, precious.”

“You can’t kiss it better, mister meanie.”

He moves away and I hear him rummage in the bedside drawer. He is probably getting the lotion he made for taking away the sting of these spankings. Sure enough a few moments later I feel his hand come back to my half exposed behind and begin gently rubbing it into my flesh that has been tingling from his harder than usual smacks.

He takes his time, carefully getting everywhere, and even sliding his fingers under the lace and getting the upper part of my behind too. When he’s done his hand presses flat over me and rubs over me, his palm skims my sex on it’s way down to rub my thighs and I can’t help but make a little noise as he brushes me.

Never one to miss a small noise, his hand reverses course, tickling the backs of my thighs before those fingers come up and tentatively pet me through the lace. I surprise myself with my moan. I didn’t think I had been aroused by the spanking, it wasn’t like how it normally was and yet when he touched me all the nerves in my body screamed for more.

I was still curled up hiding my face from him in the blankets. He pressed his fingers against me and leaned over to try to see my reaction. “I don’t want to be presumptuous, darling, but your knickers are very wet…” he began. “Do you want me to touch you, or are you too sore at me for it?”

I gave a noncommittal grumble. I was angry. I was also very aroused, and didn’t want to admit it. I heard him breath out of his nose in amusement at my disgruntled mumbles. He trailed those fingertips up and down the part of me that was exposed to him in my defensive side curl.

I started panting into the duvet. When he pulled the lace to the side he paused before slowly touching me “My apology petting is making you so slick, sweetheart. Do you want more? I’m just going to… spread this around, oh dearest… you feel all swollen and ready… do you want daddy’s finger?” He pressed in barley centimetre and I whimpered.

“I see you are determined not to answer me, I will have to read the signs…” he murmurs before I moan into the bedspread as he sank that finger into me. I’m trying to remember my anger but I can’t as he slowly penetrates me over and over while petting my clit and making me clench around him. “I know I have been very bad, precious, but I was only thinking of your safety. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He tells me softly. “Please, dearest, show me your pretty face I can’t stand to have you hide it from me.” He begs softly while making me come undone. Why must he have this power over me?

Truthfully it’s getting awfully hot, panting into the duvet cover with my face hidden from him so I roll my torso over. He smiles at me as I emerge. “There’s my girl…”

“I’m … still.. mad.” I manage but with difficulty as I move towards orgasm.

“I’ll be your eager servant until you forgive me.”

“I need more…” I whine, I’ve been hovering at the edge of something for minutes now and I can’t quite grasp at it.

“My mouth?” He asks.

I shake my head no. I stretch my arms out to him. I want to feel his body weight on me, to be reassured in his wanting of me. I know he is trying to repent for making me angry but I also need to know he is no longer mad. I want to feel him hold me like his ropes had.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but he does withdraw from me in order to crawl above me, seeking a kiss.

“Squeeze please.” I demand with my outstretched arms.

“Before or during?” He smirks.

“Both.” I answer impatiently. He gives me a tight hug, letting his body weight go, he crushes me into the bed. The wool of his clothing is soft on my fingers but sratchy on my inner thighs. When I start grinding against him he pulls away for a moment and relieves me of my undergarments and unbuttons his trousers. “All off.” I instruct, knowing he will likely leave it all on, but my fingers want his flesh and I won’t let him stay buttoned up. It takes a couple of minutes but it’s worth it when he returns. He tries to take my turtleneck. “No. I’m keeping that. I’m always naked you’re always dressed. This time you shiver, I’ll stay cozy. In fact, fetch my socks.” I demand teasingly, and I bite my lip and grin to watch him naked with an erection find my socks with my discarded trousers and bring them back to my feet. He puts them on neatly. I hold open my arms again. “Squeeze.”

“I’m coming…” He rolls his eyes. He is not doing so well at being a devoted servant, he is already giving sass. He does follow orders through and while he squeezes me he kisses me and eventually he pulls away just a little to position himself so he can be inside me.

I sigh happily to be filled and squished at the same time. I wrap my legs around him so my warm sock covered feet cross behind his back. He rocks gently back and forth into me. “I love you, you grumpy man.” I breath into his ear. “Even though… mmm…. You ruin all your presents…”

“I have not ruined anything. While I adore the idea of your present, the only gift I truly cherish is you. So next time… ruin the surprise and ask me to come with you, my love. You’ll make me go grey prematurely worrying over you.” He pants.

“I have one last request for your penance...” I say somewhat shyly.

“Mmm?” He asks, nose buried in my neck, kissing me.

“Fuck me like you’re still mad.” I say it like a question in case he isn’t game for it.

“Oh with pleasure, darling.” He smiles before lifting his weight off me, then biting my neck till I squeal. He begins to slam his hips into mine “Who do you belong to?” He asks.

“You.” I whimper in character.

“That’s right, you were endangering something that belongs to me.” Fuck he’s all stern and it makes me go wild.

“I’m sorry.” I breathe, giving him big apology eyes just for my own enjoyment.

“Don’t make daddy worry or else he is going to treat you like a bad girl. Do you understand?” His dark eyes burrow into me. He’s playing mad daddy for me, but I know there is still truth in this for him.

“Yes sir.” I whimper between mews of pleasure.

“Do you feel you have sufficiently learned your lesson?” When his stern is mixed with being out of breath from the effort of fucking me hard it makes my toes curl.

“Yes.” I choke out.

“I think I will restore your status to good girl provided you remind yourself to whom you belong by begging me to let you come, and then saying my name while you do so.”

Beg him? Provided I have time before my climax comes rushing through my body while he lectures me. “Please Daddy. Please let me come, I promise to be good.”

“Good girl.” He grins, sliding his hand between us to pet me where he knows I won't be able to hold out. “Let me hear you.” He croons. I know I asked for this role play but I feel like he has taken the opportunity to teach me a lesson, to remind me how he makes my body feel. I do belong to him in this way.

“Severus!” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he slams into me repeatedly and the waves of pleasure build up then explode through me. He kisses my neck and switches to slow easy thrusts as I spasm around him, eventually slipping out of me but pulling me in close, listening to my shattered breathing.

“Did you not?” I look at him. I hadn't felt him climax with me.

“Doing penance.” He reminded me.

“For how long?” I asked with a laugh.

“Until… I don’t know until after dinner at the least.”

“Oh such a long time for you to abstain.” I roll my eyes.

“I believe you said dinner will take a while.”

“Maybe an hour… Two at most.”

“It will be a very long two hours, precious, as you do look so divine in an apron. If you wish to torture me you could get flour on your face, then I will be really put out about not being able to pull you onto the floor and make you mine.”

“Sir, you will find me willing and able to torture you this evening so don’t give me ideas. Maybe I’ll be wearing nothing but that apron and ample amounts of flour.”

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cindylouwhooo · 4 months

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Chapter Three

Gigi’s POV

A pounding headache and a dry throat greet me with the morning sun, as I struggle to get out of bed. It must be the thirtieth minute of my daily aimless scrolling through Twitter and Instagram, and I find myself looking for the negative comments. In my head, I’m fully aware how wrong it is, how I’m not supposed to give into the haters, how I’m supposed to close my eyes and move on with my life.

But some hopeless, insane part of me believes that every negative thing that I come across social media will light that fire that’s long put out inside me—that I’ll take the bait and get into the studio, write the greatest album of all time and be rid of all the weight of what my name brings me.

Of course, by the reach of the hour, my brain has been convinced that my previous albums were a pile of shit and that I’ll never be able to write anything in my life, ever again.

The phone drops from my hand and I dig my body further into the mattress, letting the peace and comfort of my bed convince me into getting some more sleep. I dream of nothing, and I wake up realising that I might have dreamed of my future career.

~ ~ ~

Lando’s POV

“Please.”

“I can’t help you.”

“Yes you can.”

“I absolutely cannot. Kika will kill me and then break up with me. And I can’t have that.”

I let out the longest sigh as I walk beside Gasly. Journalists, photographers, engineers and other drivers walk past us, looking, whispering. Not that I care. I couldn’t even if I tried.

“Fine, just give me Kika’s number and I’ll ask her.”

After glaring at me for mentioning his girlfriend’s name, he begrudgingly pulls out his phone and brings it to my face. I scramble to grab mine from the pocket of my sweats and hastily tap down Kika’s number.

“I’m choosing her contact name.” He demands, but I’m only half listening—too focused on trying to transfer the numbers correctly from his phone to my contacts.

She’s ethereal. I don’t even know how I went all my life without glancing twice at her—speaking as a person who happened to have done just that the previous night, as is now unable to look at anything else.

Gigi Santos could easily be way out of my reach, but I’d be damned not to try extending my arm towards her; just to see if angels really exist.

“Honestly, I can’t even believe she followed you.” Pierre admits as we keep walking towards the media pen.

I let out a huff, slightly agreeing with him, yet still offended he’s find that surprising.

“Gigi is super private, doesn’t like people much.” He goes on. “But maybe that’s good, that she followed you. I don’t know. Anyways, I gotta go—watch what you say to my girl.”

I roll my eyes and start walking the other way, eyes fixated on the screen in front of me.

Unknown

Hi Kika. It’s Lando

Norris

From formula one

Pierre’s girl

Hi!

Everything okay?

Lando from formula 1

Yeah, no all good 👍🏻

I was just wondering, I mean,

I was thinking about your

friend.

Gigi Santos

She is, she’s cute

Pierre’s girl

She sure is

Lando from formula 1

Yeah and I was hoping

maybe I could get her

number? From you

Pierre wouldn’t give it to me

Pierre’s girl

Sorry!! She doesn’t like random people having her number without her knowing :(

But I’m sure you’ll have your chance at talking :)

Lando from formula 1

What do you mean?

Pierre’s girl

I mean, it seems like you’re already in contact

Kind of

I smile, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

The post I made just this morning on instagram, was a long shot, risky and could possibly lead to Gigi Santos thinking I’m a cocky arsehole. But my fingers itched as they lingered over the post button, my whole body vibrating with a random need to interact with her—without looking like a needy fucking chad, who DMs her with no cause.

My heart almost stopped when my eyes caught her name on the liked list, and I swear I stopped breathing when her post popped up on my feed—I’m single too btw.

I nearly hop over to Kaylee, my PR manager, who seems much too irritated for a Thursday.

“Good morning, Kaylee.”

“Just morning will do, Lando, since you decided to make a social media uproar by declaring your marital status.” She eyes me, surely picturing how it’d be to strangle me. “I want no mention of anything close to your relationship status, Instagram, plans of partying after the GP or Gigi Santos.”

My eyes pop out of their sockets, shocked to have someone else acknowledge our little interaction.

“W-what?”

“I’m not dumb, or hiding under a rock. Neither are the journalists, nor the people who’ll view your interviews. Just be mindful. ‘S all I ask.”

I nod, not trusting myself to say the appropriate thing, and try to prepare for a day of avoiding my favorite subjects.

~ ~ ~

Instagram Reels - Lando Norris, Media day, last interview of the day

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ln4fan what a cheeky shit, pretending not to know mother Gigi

44loves04 LANDO YOU AINT FOOLING NO BODY

gigimothersantos this man better be joking

gigi1604 MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING

f1fan63 am i the only one that’s confused?

gigisantos at least he said he loved my songs 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> santossssslovr MOTHER

-> gigiismyqueen go get em girl

-> hayleelovesgigi give us the album!!!!!

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Gigi’s POV

I smiled at my phone, overly amused by whatever game I decided to play.

I don’t know what made me rise from the hungover/coma I was in a few hours ago, just to make a post about being single and commenting on that reel.

There’s no logical explanation other than the sudden need to be in this man’s world.

It was clear the post Lando made was about me, and, honestly? I found it terribly adorable. My heart flipped and my lunges filled with an energy I hadn’t felt in a long time…plus, he’s a race car driver and I’m single.

Having fun and playing this little game with him while I’m here won’t hurt. I need a new distraction from whatever’s going on in my career anyway.

Maybe coming to Monaco was a better idea than I originally thought.

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SMALL, SHITTY AND ALMOST POINTLESS but I suck at intro chapters and I promised two chapter before the new year

i will definitely do better next time and get into the characters and ACTUAL plot lol

anyways, i hope you enjoy your New Year’s Eve!! 🥂

cindy

(ps. my inbox is open if u wanna say hi 👋🏻)

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x oc #fanfic #mclaren f1 #f1 smut #f1 social media au #lando norris #lando norris fic #lando norris smut

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doumadono · 7 months

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Emergency request:

Hey I hope it's okay if I request some comfort with Hawks. I've had struggled for a long time now never really telling anyone even though I have had times where I got anxiety/panic attacks almost daily. Mostly because of some family issues and having to had been safe place and supporter for both my younger siblings and a mother. (there has happened a lot but I won't go to any specific details) It was both freeing and terrifying to have moved on my own since I felt like I had in a way less responsibility havig to just look after myself and do what I want. But I also felt anxious of not really knowing what's going at home and feeling like I wasn't really needed anymore. Not really getting many calls to ask how I was doing or if I do it quickly becomes a 'rant' of what's going on in their life, even though it's much better now than few years back.

I'm finally getting help and send a text to my school psychologist because I have been pretty exhausted about everything building up and not really attending to school either. But I'm proud for finally going to talk there and hopefully getting some more help. I'm just anxious of how no one really knows how much I have been struggling and thinks I'm doing well and I don't know how I'm going to face them telling them if I can't continue school at this moment.. Meaning I would have to break the illusion of how I really am.. I'm just used to keeping it inside but I'm trying to break out of that.. but it's scary xd

I'm sorry for the long explanation I don't mean to vent I'm bad at summarizing stuff. There's absolutely no pressure to write this and I wish you have an amazing day! I wanto say I really love your blog and all your amazing writings!❤️

A/N: I apologize for posting this after the 48-hour emergency request window; I've been quite busy recently. I want you to know that reaching out for help is a brave and significant step. You don't have to carry this burden alone, and it's okay to break the illusion. Your well-being matters, and I'm proud of you for taking care of yourself. It may be scary, but you're on the path to healing, and there's strength in vulnerability! Keep moving forward, and things will get better ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Hawks had always been known for his swiftness, both in the skies and in his hero duties. But today, as he received your message and read through the turmoil you'd been enduring, he realized that some things couldn't be rushed. He knew that your struggles had been hidden beneath a brave facade for far too long. As he flew toward your place, he used a few of his feathers to discreetly check in on you. They slipped through the slightly ajar window, silently sensing your distress and heavy sighs.

You sat alone, enveloped in the suffocating embrace of your inner demons; your apartment dimly lit, and your heart heavy with the weight of your struggles. The room was filled with a haunting silence, only broken by the occasional distant sirens of the city.

When he finally landed on your balcony, and knocked gently, you were startled, not expecting him to actualy show up. Opening the balcony door, his wings cast a shadow over you. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with an air of solemnity.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, both surprised and touched by his presence.

He gave you a soft, sympathetic smile and stepped inside. "I read your message, and I couldn't just ignore it. You really thought I won't check upon you, songbird? Can I come in?"

Nodding, you led him to your living room, where you both settled on the couch. The weight of your troubles hung heavy in the air, and Hawks knew he needed to tread carefully. "I know this might be difficult," Hawks began gently, "but you don't have to carry this alone anymore. You can talk to me, whatever it might be about."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you finally allowed yourself to speak, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. You shared your anxiety, panic attacks, and the overwhelming sense of responsibility for your family's well-being.

Hawks listened intently, his red wings folding around you protectively as you poured out your heart. "You don't have to hide your pain. It's okay to be vulnerable."

"But what if they see me differently now since I moved out?" you whispered, fear lacing your voice. "What if they think I don't care about them anymore? What if they'll consider me weak if I tell them about my school?"

Hawks leaned closer, his feather-light touch soothing. "Strength isn't about never feeling weak. It's about facing your vulnerabilities and seeking support when you need it, even if you're a pro hero. And believe me, there's nothing weak about that. About the situation with your family - I'm sure they'll finally accept your decision about moving out. Give them time and with small gestures show them that you still care."

As you continued to talk, Hawks offered reassuring words, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of your emotions. He spoke of his own struggles, sharing stories of the pressure and loneliness that came with being a hero. Hawks gently brushed his feathers against your cheek, a gesture filled with tenderness. "You're not alone in this, okay? I'll be here for you whenever you need me, and I'll support you through the tough times."

Tears streamed down your face as you gazed at him, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, Keigo. I don't know what I would've done without you today."

He smiled softly, his golden eyes reflecting genuine care. "Anytime, kid. Remember, you've got wings of your own, and you can soar through anything."

#emergency request #hawks x you #hawks fluff #keigo takami x you #mha hcs #takami keigo #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x y/n #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks hcs #bnha fluff #mha fluff #hawks fanfiction #keigo takami fluff

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yukikogazingthestars · 7 months

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"Finally,I got my eyes on you""

**Fukuzawa never noticed that his young wife needed emotional support and affection from him**

**So, I did a little angst and fluff with Fukuzawa Yukichi x reader. Their age gap is 21 years old so Reader is 24 years old while Fukuzawa is 45**

Fluff/Angst /Angst with happy ending

Warning - None

She was always a quiet girl. She was never a popular or cool kid, never fit in, she was just an average person who loved to live alone in peace.

She owned a small bookshop in Yokohama where she sold vintage books including modern ones . She spent most of her time in the shop reading, making tea and coffee for her loyal customers, making pastries if she had more free time.

"Quiet,Calm,Mature,Kind"

Those are the words used to describe her personality. She thought that her life would always be like this until she had an arranged marriage with Fukuzawa Yukichi.

The marriage was so absurd and quick that she didn't even realize what happened. The only thing she understood was her parents have a really good relationship and connection with Natsume Soseki so they decided Fukuzawa and she will be a great couple since the two shared the same calmness and loneliness.

Although she feels uneasy with it , she still agreed because no matter how much she despite the marriage, everyone keeps telling that it's a great opportunity for her to get settled. Moreover, Fukuzawa surprisingly didn't reject the marriage arrangement so she had no reason to throw a tantrum.

For her , nothing matters.Even the family or marriage don't matter. She is so used to being like this .

On the first day of Spring,they get married . No ceremony, no guests, only family members, parents of Bride, Ranpo and Natsume from Groom's side.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

After the marriage,Fukuzawa remained in his daily life as the president of the Armed Detective Agency and she still lived like before: going to the bookstore, cooking food and reading silently.

They exchanged a few words when they had a meal together, they still showed some kind of tenderness.

But,Fukuzawa never made a public appearance for her and never discussed it with her about that either.Also, he gave so little time for her since he's really busy with his job as President of the Armed Detective Agency .

Sometimes, she thought that Fukuzawa really forgot about the marriage or her existence. That made her a little hurt. Although she was the one who felt a little uneasy about getting married, she still wore the wedding ring happily and asked for advice from her customers about marriage life. She made warm and cute bento boxes for him whenever she had free time. If she felt lonely, she just walked, fed the stray cats and played with them.

She never dares to ask if he loves her . She never hopes he will love her back .

She is so used to living quietly, enduring a lot and if the pain exceeds her limit, she leaves quietly .

One day, Fukuzawa forgot his bento box at home . She had an errand near the ADA office so she decided to take the box for him.

But, her heart felt a little heavy,

"What if Yukichi San dislikes me introducing myself as his wife without his permission?"

"How should I answer when someone from his office asks me who I am?"

Train of thoughts traveled through her head. Although she kept walking and walking till she made it to the door of the office, she hesitated to knock.

Before she could make a knock, the door suddenly opened and she saw Ranpo and Yosano getting out of the office. Yosano never met her in person but from Ranpo, she heard a little about the President's wife . But, when she met her in person, she found that the wife was really pretty and elegant.

"Y/N San , is everything okay?"

Ranpo asked when he saw her with a box , a little bit tired and sweating.

" I I am okay. Please give it to Fukuzawa San "

She smiled and handed the bento box and left the place quickly. Ranpo had noticed the sadness that was behind her big brown eyes.

Ranpo handed the box to Fukuzawa who was reading the documents. When he saw the box, he was amazed and his eyes sparkled.

"Is Y/N here? Why don't I see her? Is she waiting outside?"

Fukuzawa stood up and started to rush to the outside.

" No,she left for her shop"

" I see"

He sighed a little and sat down , continuing to read the documents while narrowing his eyes.

Ranpo couldn't help but start to chuckle a little. Fukuzawa looked up at him with a confused look.

" What's so funny?"

" No , nothing.It's just you and Y/N san need a little time to discuss. I won't interfere or give a clue "

Ranpo took the cookie bag attached to the bento box , ate 4 pieces at a time .

" She need you" said Ranpo and left the room.

Fukuzawa still sat down with frowned eyes and thought about what Ranpo had said.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Fukuzawa arrived home a little earlier than other days since Ranpo's words were too occupying him. When he arrived home, he saw the light wasn't on so he thought his wife was still at the shop.

He gently opened the door and entered the house but he froze when he heard a little sobbing sound coming from their bedroom.

He was worried and rushed towards the room.He never thought that his young wife was so sad ,frustrated and mentally breakdown until he saw her crying at the corner of the room ,covering both her ears, sobbing and saying muddled words.

He couldn't entirely understand what she was saying .

But, it was crystal clear that she was in pain. She was broken . She needed words to express her feelings and needs to him. But, all she did was cry behind his back and pretend nothing happened when he arrived home.

"Y/N …"

Fukuzawa softly called her name and rushed towards her to hug her. She was afraid that he saw her breakdown so she tried to push him back and run away.

But, he hugged her with all his strength and rubbed her back to coax her.

"I'm sorry Y/N.I'm really sorry for every pain I've caused"

She didn't talk back instead she grabbed his strong arm and cried like a kid

" You you don't love me. I'm so scared . I know you will leave me . I know you disgusted me"

She stuttered and cried again. Although she was really tired and exhausted,she didn't stop crying and sobbing quietly.

Fukuzawa didn't know how to make her feel relieved so he just hugged her tightly,coaxing and patting her head softly.

"I do love you Y/N . I do love you. I'm really sorry that I ignored your pain and sufferings."

She did stop crying but her body was still shaking. She didn't dare to hug him back . Instead she leaned into his chest and became a little calmer than before.

" I am sorry Yukichi San , for everything I've lacked for you"

"No, you're enough. You're too good to me. I'm the one who need to apologize "

Fukuzawa kissed her forehead softly.The whole world was gradually falling silent as the girl fell asleep on his chest.

Fukuzawa decided to take her to the Armed Detective Agency tomorrow and introduced her to his members there.

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #Bungo Stray Dogs x y/n #bsd Fukuzawa x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa yukichi #Fukuzawa yukichi x you #fukuzawa yukichi x reader

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writersdare · 1 year

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Sweeter Than Honey | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Spending a simple evening with Y/N, Luke realised she was always his happy place.

Warning: fluff

Word Count: 1 095

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: Just a very sweet episode for you! I feel like it's usually rather hard for me to write something light, so I wanted to challenge myself a little. I hope you'll enjoy this one!

It’s been quite an exhausting day for Y/N, but what had made her keep going was a simple thought that once she’d be home, Luke would be there. Usually, she’d be back to an empty apartment, but as her boyfriend was finally having a rest from touring, they switched the places a little. However, even though the guy supposed to have his fairly deserved days off, Y/N, returning, found him in a home studio, staring at the computer.

The girl smiled shortly and silently entered the room. She touched Luke’s shoulders and leaned on him a bit, giving a kiss on a cheek. The guy looked rather tired with his messy golden hair and slightly red eyes. Seemed like he was there for a while.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” the guy touched Y/N’s palm with his, still looking at the screen. “How was the day?”

“Could be better,” she said honestly and kissed his cheek again, then glanced at the table. Besides millions of papers and pens, there were two cups of unfinished coffee and an empty box of cheese crackers.

“Baby, did you eat today?” Y/N asked and frowned a bit, realizing that it was on his table since the very morning, when she left for work. Did he really stay there for the whole day?

“Uh…” he mumbled, trying to remember. The guy sighed and turned around in a swivel chair and put Y/N on his knees. “I guess I kinda forgot.”

“You serious? Luke,” the girl sighed and touched his curls, leaving a short kiss on his lips.

“The day honestly passed really fast. I’ll have dinner with you.”

“Am I really supposed to call you during a day and ask if you had breakfast or lunch?” she giggled.

Luke chuckled shortly and squeezed her waist.

“I promise I’ll be more serious about it next time.”

“That’s better,” she smiled and kissed her favorite boy on his lips. “You, finish your stuff quickly, and I’m going to make something for us,” Y/N suggested and was about to stand up, when Luke only squeezed her in the cuddle tighter.

“Let’s order something. You’re tired, too,” the guy nuzzled her neck, so she felt like goosebumps started to run all over her body.

“Okay,” she smiled and went to the kitchen in five more minutes, as leaving his embrace was pretty much impossible.

And just after some time they were resting on a couch, chewing their favourite dishes. Only at that moment the guy realised how hungry he actually was. Y/N was glancing at him and trying to hold a soft smile – Luke looked too adorable like that. Seemed like the musician shared her thought as at some moment he froze and stared at her.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“When I’m eating?” the girl mumbled, chewing.

Luke chuckled and nodded,

“That’s too.”

He hesitated then and looked away. Something warm was burning his chest, and the palms became slightly wet all of a sudden. Luke was wondering if the idea that came to his mind that unexpectedly was a good hint and he needed to go for it, or actually to hold on a bit and go according to a plan he came up with earlier.

“You’re alright?” Y/N asked, noticing a slight change in her boyfriend’s mood.

“Yeah…” he mumbled and stood up, leaving the plate on a coffee table. “Wait here. Don’t go anywhere.”

“I’m glued to this couch tonight,” she giggled, still feeling quite tired after a long day of work.

Luke smiled and hurried up upstairs, feeling like his hands were shaking slightly. He was performing in front of millions of fans; he was talking to them, mostly strangers, on a daily basis and yet, he was scared to propose to a girlfriend he loved.

Maybe the time was weird. No, it definitely was weird, as they were having dinner together, and he just jumped from his place all of a sudden and ran upstairs. She’d probably think he’s weird. That thought, however, made him only smile, as they both enjoyed to be weird together.

Luke shoved his hand into a pile of clothes on a shelf and pulled out a velvet Tiffany box. He opened it carefully and looked at the ring he got for Y/N just a week ago. The guy was planning to propose next month in Australia, as they were going to have a trip there. However, as he bought the ring, he couldn’t stop thinking to already give it to her. He couldn’t wait any longer, he was becoming inpatient. So, nodding at himself in the mirror, Luke ran back downstairs and cleared the throat, trying his best to look normal. He stood up in front of the girl and gave her a hand. Y/N giggled and touched his palm, standing up.

“Do you want to dance?” she asked, and Luke could not stop looking at her beautiful smile.

“Almost,” he said and, without taking the eyes off her, went down on one knee. The girl felt like her heart honestly stopped beating for a moment. “Y/N,” Luke mumbled and cleared the throat again, as the voice was hoarse. He was clearly nervous. “I know that… the moment is slightly weird, but… being with you tonight made me realise… You… you are magical,” he chuckled and blushed, trying to gather his courage. “I don’t know how you do it, but each time you’re around I feel always better. Looking at you I know what love is. If someone would ask me to define what it is, I’d just say it’s you. I feel so lucky to meet you, to be with you. And I guess this simple time together, having dinner and enjoying the presence of each other made me realise that… that’s the perfect moment. And I want more of such, with you. Y/N…” he swallowed, hoping it wasn’t that noticeable how anxious he was. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?...”

Y/N wasn’t almost breathing. She was listening to Luke, smiling and quietly crying from happiness. The girl nodded, when the guy uttered the beloved question, and, realising she was still silent, hurried up to say,

“Yes. Of course, yes, Luke, you make me so happy.”

Y/N sobbed, as Luke carefully put a ring on her finger, and she touched his hands, not being able to wait any longer to hug the guy. He caught her on his arms, though, and touched the girl’s lips. The kiss was slightly salty because of all happy tears, and yet it felt sweeter than honey.

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