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peetaslefttoe · 9 months

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could you write a smut where you and peeta have been dating for a month, but havent gotten intimate yet? finally he asks if yall could get intimate and it becomes very spicy - fem! reader pls ❤️

warnings: oral (fem! receiving), p in v, lil bit of filth, sub Peeta oops 🤭

summary: request above

author’s note: ahh i love that idea sm tyyy 🫶 sub peeta is my religion 🙏🙏🙏

Masterlist Pinned xx

Peeta sat down beside you, placing a warm hand on your leg. You swung your legs over his, lying back against the armrest. He traced circles and patterns with his fingers on your thighs sending shivers up your back.

You and Peeta had been dating for a month now, you didn’t think you’d ever been so in love with a boy as you were with him. His gentle gaze set your heart on fire, his careful touch and soft expression eating away at your resolve. You’d spent day after day with him in the woods, walking through town, sitting at home. There was one thing buzzing in the back of your mind, despite all of the happiness and butterflies the last few weeks had brought… you couldn’t help but crave more. Every innocent touch had you melting under his hands, you had trouble resisting your urge to straddle him and fuck him right now. His jaw clenching in the firelight, his strong arms across your legs, tickling at your sensitive skin. Suddenly your horny silence was broken by his deep voice.

“Hey Y/N?” he asked, looking to you suddenly.

“Hm?” you responded, turning your eyes to meet his own.

“I’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve been spending together… I really do like you and-,” he paused, contemplating his next words, “If you’re not ready I would never push you, I just wanted to let you know that I’m ready… when you are I mean,” he finished awkwardly, his cheeks blushing.

“Ready for what?” you asked feigning innocence as his eyes flicked across your face trying to read your expression.

“You know… I want to feel you, around me,” he said quietly, looking down at the his fingers as they traced your thighs. You smirked at his sudden shyness, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to see him better.

“You want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” you asked slyly, relishing in his embarrassment. He paused for a moment before nodding. You sat up coming down to straddle him and cupping his jaw in your hands. You leaned in kissing him gently. He pulled back, trying to speak.

“Can I taste you?” he asked with a sudden burst of confidence. You felt him grow hard beneath your ass as he grew increasingly desperate.

“I don’t know…” you said, cocking your head at him. God how you wanted to hear pathetic begs fall from his delicate lips.

“Please,” he nearly whimpered, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Beg me for it,” you demanded, looking down at him and running your hands up his chest slowly.

“Please Y/N, can I please eat your pussy? I haven’t been able to stop touching myself thinking of how you must taste,” he confessed, his cheeks bright with embarrassment and need. You smiled, satisfied with his answer. You climbed off him, gesturing for him to lie down before you shimmied out of your panties and pulled your shirt over your head, baring yourself to him. Peeta’s breathing quickened at the sight of your body, he clenched his hands into fists trying to regain control as his cock throbbed painfully in his jeans.

“Go on, take your dick out darling,” you said, wanting to see how he got off on pleasuring you. He obeyed quickly, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before lowering them enough to release his cock and balls.

“Fuck, such a pretty dick,” you moaned, nearly drooling. You held yourself back from your urge to spend hours licking and sucking his fat, dripping length. You snapped out of your thoughts when Peeta cupped his sack, whimpering loudly.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Need you, need to taste you,” he whined. You tugged his shirt over his head before straddling his shoulders. You placed a soft kiss on his head and brushed his sweaty blonde hair from his face. You then moved forward, lowering yourself slowly down onto his outstretched tongue. You moaned as his open mouth embraced your sensitive pussy. You felt his whimpers spread from your core up your spine. You threw your head back whining as he devoured you like a starved man. He sucked at you, filthy noises filled the room as he latched onto your soaked pussy. You felt your legs shake around him as you clutched his face into you. Suddenly he pulled back making you groan at the loss of contact.

“Please, I want you to cum on my cock pretty girl,” he said lowly, squeezing your hips gently. You smirked down at him before moving back down to straddle him.

“Normally i’d punish you for stopping mommy from cumming but my cunt is fucking dripping,” you said, pressing a firm kiss to his sore tip. He whimpered at the feeling and bucked up into your face. You grasped his hips, pinning him back down.

“Can you be patient for me Peeta?” you asked slowly. He moaned at your use of his name, grinding his hips and nodding needily. You brought a tight fist to his hard length, easing yourself down onto him. He shuddered, his face contorting in pleasure.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking tight,” he nearly whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching the sheets beneath him. You moaned at his words, slowly setting a pace as you bounced on his thick cock.

“You’re stretching me out so good Peeta,” you said breathily as your wet hole burned at the size of his length. He rutted up into you at your praise, his cheeks turning crimson.

“You like it when I praise you, don’t you pretty boy?” he nodded pathetically, his eyes begging you to continue.

“Such a good boy for me, letting me milk your big cock,”

“yes mommy i’m a good boy,” he whispered, his eyes shut in pleasure. He suddenly realized his slip up, he sat up slightly in shock, his eyes snapping open. “I- I’m sorry i didn’t mean to say that,” he stuttered nervously. You laughed softly, cupping his cheek.

“You don’t have to apologize, that was beyond hot baby,” you pushed him back on the bed, plunging his throbbing dick into you harder than ever.

“Mommy,” he whined, testing the waters as you rode him furiously.

“Such a good boy for mommy, think you can fill me up with you stickies?” you asked, breathing heavily as his dick rammed into your sweet spot with each stroke.

“Yes mommy, gonna fill you all up,” he cried, his body stiffening as he shot ropes of warm cum, coating your walls as you rode him wildly. Your own orgasm hit you like a train, you pulled yourself from his dripping cock and rubbed at your clit, shaking. You came hard, squirting all over his chest and face as your hips bucked and your hole leaked his hot cum.

You lay beside him, your bodies leaking fluids and the smell of sex and fresh sweat coating the sheets. You kissed him deeply, as he held you tight.

“I love you so much Y/N,” Peeta whispered. You smiled against his lips.

“I love you too baby,”

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can i get a make out session with sae rin and nagi if u cant do all three im just way too fine with sae lol tyyy

I can do all three no problem, I don't wanna leave them out.

Pairing: Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Nagi Seishiro x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, making out, grinding, boner mention, hickies, getting handsy, teasing

A/N: Why leave them out you know? They deserve to have a make out session.

Sae is very passionate with his kisses. He's pinning you aggressively against the wall, one knee slotting between your legs, your wrists pinned beside your head as his lips are hungry and demanding on yours.

Damn he's missed you. He may act really calm and collected but when he doesn't get to see his girl for weeks he gets really irritated and snappy. Before he could just go to any random girl and have her for a night or two, can't do that anymore, he only wants one person and that's you, no other would do.

He can't help but kiss you until you're squirming and struggling to breathe, until your arching and pushing against him, wanting him both closer and but also needing some air. He kisses you until your lungs are burning and even after the fact he can't leave you alone, he's already kissing his way down your neck, past your chest and getting on his knees. If he doesn't taste you soon he's gonna go crazy.

Rin loves to have you in his lap while you're making out. He wants to see you reacting to him, your body reacting to him, To that lip bite, the way his eyes open just slightly to observe you before closing again to immerse himself in you.

There are few things besides soccer that can get him fired up but having you so needy and in his lap is one of those things for sure. He's even almost been late to practice because he's let you sneak into the locker rooms and kiss him. It's becoming a bit of an issue for him if he was being honest.

But how can he bring himself to stop when you're being so cute and sexy, when you're rolling your hips in his lap. All he needs to do is push his fingers underneath your bra strap and you're moaning into his mouth, getting him hard. Fuck, you're gonna get him addicted to this if he's not careful.

Nagi is very lazy in the way he starts to make out with you. It'll be really out of the blue too. You'll be cooking or watching tv and feel his arms wrap around you, then feel his lips pressing against your neck, living little kisses and nibbles on your skin before his hand cups your chin and angles your lips towards his.

His tongue is pushing into your mouth, prompting you to turn around and wrap your arms around him, pressing your bodies closer together. Not enough yet, he needs your legs around him too. With a little encouragement from his hands squeezing your butt cheeks you comply easily.

A little moan against your lips can go a long way to getting you to do as he wants too. He doesn't need to use words with you, he can just let his body do the talking. One part id being particularly loud, and hard to ignore. Lucky you that you know exactly how to deal with it.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #bllk headcanons #bllk x female reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock fluff #bllk smut #sae itoshi x you #rin itoshi x you #nagi seishiro x you

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vampiric-tempt · 6 months

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Hello!! I love stories soooo muuchh >^<

Since it’s that time of year, how would Smoke, and other mk1 cast of your choice react to being in a haunted maze with the reader?? TYYY🎃🎃🎃

↳˳❝ mk1 cast in a haunted maze☾⋆｡° Pt. 1 🎃

✦ headcanons w/ liu kang, kung lao, raiden, lin kuei brothers, johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, shang tsung, havik, & syzoth

a/n: My brain was thinking really hard on how they'd actually be in a haunted maze and this is the best I came up for the first half! Part 2 will include the mk women too!!!

Liu Kang ➤ He finds the attraction somewhat amusing. However he does not find it scary. Being a god has trained him to become wise and undeterred to such things, but he does enjoy your company and how you push him from behind so he could lead. It even boost his ego a little, feeling your hands cling to him with a small smile on his face.

Kung Lao ➤ He talked a big game, claiming that he'd protect you and that you can cling to him. However, deep down inside he is actually afraid. Will he show it or admit it? Probably not, but his hand does clench whenever a scare actor jumps out. When you guys reach the end, he puffs out his chest. "See babe? Wasn't scary at all."

Liar.

Raiden ➤ He was pushed to the front and admitted he was a bit nervous. He does get scared, but is extremely nice about it. Saying things like "Woah, you really got me there!" or "That costume is really. . .realistic." And he's okay with people clinging to him, he feels better knowing that you can be safe around him. Raiden is a sweet boy so he really enjoys the concept of Halloween, he finds it very fun and a great way to hang out with others.

Bi-Han ➤ He is. . . unamused. His face is grumpy throughout the whole thing and when people try to scare him, he just kind of stares with a raised brow. He charges through the maze without an ounce of fear, dragging you behind him because he wants to get this whole thing over with.

"Did you have fun?" You ask him.

"No."

Kuai Liang ➤ Like a father who finds it fun, but isn't really scared by it. He'd laugh in amusement every time someone jumps out and he has an arm protectively around you. He's heard of Halloween before, but never really experienced it in his younger days, so truthfully, he liked it when you dragged him along to the event. Of course, you did it only to use him as a shield, but Kuai Liang was okay with it.

"Are these truly supposed to scare people?" He'd ask, grinning at you.

Tomas Vrbada ➤ Took some convincing to get him to even go in. He tried his best to make excuses because yes, he was afraid, but more of Bi-Han's opinion. However, Kuai Liang told him it was okay and to have fun. So it resulted in the two of you both clinging to each other throughout the whole thing, screams leaving your throats every time something happened. Even though Tomas was scared shitless, he enjoyed the absolute thrill it gave him. He never got the chance to enjoy the simple pleasures of just being scared and having fun so he loved it in the end.

Johnny Cage ➤ "You go in first." He says.

"No, you go in first."

"You're being a pussy."

"Says you."

You and him ended up going in at the same time faking confidence and ended up clinging to each other in fear. You guys screamed the loudest screams you've ever scrumpt (Ik this is not a real word) and even ended up trying to push open a pull door. The scare actors were very entertained by you two to say the least.

Kenshi Takahashi ➤ He can't see, but was happy to be there as you helped him walk through the maze. He did get spooked by the random sound effects and louds screams they did so being blind didn't make him miss out on the maze entirely.

In the beginning though, he thought it was childish, saying "Really? You want me of all people to go in with you?" But he had fun nonetheless. He didn't outright say it though because he did not want to seem soft.

Shang Tsung ➤ He thought it was a waste of time, childish, and stupid. Did he go in though? Reluctantly, he did. He would get scared, but would be irritated by it. Huffing like the sassy man he is and rolling his eyes every time they managed to spook him.

"That was ridiculous, but the contraptions in there did give me some great inspiration."

. . .yeah, please don't ever show him the "Saw" films.

Havik ➤ An absolute menace. He laughs every time they try and scare him and sometimes he screams back just to see if he can spook them too. Most of the time he does because he not only screams, but tears off his limbs to terrify them even more.

"Earthrealmers are scared so easily." He chuckles in the most villain way possible.

Loves it because all he can hear are the screams of people and the decorations were pure chaos. Although he is a little upset that they aren't real. Why can't you just use real human corpses and skeletons? They're easy to get. . . to him at least.

Syzoth ➤ He was always very aware of his surroundings so don't blame him if he's a bit defensive the entire time. You had to reassure him that they wouldn't actually attack him and even if did understand, he'd still remained cautious. Even so, the maze did manage to spook him several times. Eventually, he eased into the concept of the holiday and began to enjoy himself. It was also a perfect place for him to be in his natural form, everyone complimenting him on his "costume". It made the zaterran happy as he gazed at the decorations in curiosity and awe.

╰┈➤ masterlist

#mortal kombat x reader #mk1 x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat hcs #mk1 #gender neutral reader #kuai liang x reader #shang tsung x reader #liu kang x reader #raiden x reader #syzoth x reader #havik x reader #bi han x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #kung lao x reader #kenshi x reader

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lost-and-ephemeral · 2 months

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Helloo><!!! I love your fics sm ueueue!!! I was wondering if it's okay with you to write about Zayne and Rafayel with a very childish Mc who loves a lot of cute stuffies!!! Mc is really bubbly and gets excited and happy over all the little things and just like Rafayel, they are a painter too:DD!!! except Mc doesn't get attention on their art which makes them sad... But overall, just a mostly bubbly and cuddly Mc on both if its okie><!! Tyyy!!!

HCs: Childish Beloved (Zayne, Rafayel)

Pairing: Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship

A/N: Thanks for your request, sweetheart! I'm also sorry it takes me a lot of time to write requests. So much work, so little time irl.

-`♡´- MASTERLIST -`♡´-

Zayne

You're the exact opposite of Zayne, but that's not a bad thing.

Opposites attract. It works the same way with him.

Zayne is pretty reserved and quiet, so he needs a bright person like you for the perfect balance.

Your babbly and childlike demeanor makes his heart melt with love.

Even on the coldest and gloomiest day, you are able to shine like the sun itself.

It's hard for him to show affection, so your cuddly personality completely overrides that little flaw.

Every time you hug him unexpectedly, Zayne's whole body tenses up at first and then slowly relaxes in your arms.

Just don't melt that Mr. Snowman completely.

Don't mind your babbling, unless he has some very urgent work to do. Don't be upset, it's just that sometimes Zayne has lots of important work to do and he can't make a mistake.

After hard day at work he will 100% fall asleep to the sound of your voice.

Always praising your art, even the smallest sketches.

If you do a little goofy sketch of him, he'll carry it in his wallet. Always. He just won't admit it openly.

But one day you'll find out anyway. Zayne will just chuckle at your happy reaction.

When you get excited about the little things, he just shakes his head and smiles.

He can't believe that such a sweet little being could love someone as cold as him.

He doesn't mind that you in love with every cute little thing you see. Because, well, you're cute too.

Sometimes he will unintentionally look for something you might really like.

He's literally spoiling you with plushies and sweets.

You have a special warm place in his heart.

Rafayel

Rafayel isn't bothered in the slightest by your personality or your behavior.

He is an expressive and bright person in his own way.

Just loves listening to your babbling while he's painting. You can talk about anything that comes into your head, Rafayel won't say anything against it.

You're really cuddly person? Great, he doesn't mind and actually loves this too. He's pretty affectionate himself.

But he still blushes every time you get him into your arms. Cutie.

Perhaps sometimes it is your warm embrace that was missing for him to so wanted inspiration for his latest painting.

And speaking of paintings, he's just in awe of the fact that you're an artist too.

He'll be sure to ask you to paint something together with him.

Don't be surprised if at one of his next exhibitions you'll see this painting, even with an indication of your co-authorship.

Rafayel thinks that you and your art deserve all the love and attention. And he can provide it.

He will tell everyone that his beloved is really talented.

With you he is even more playful than usual.

You're his little sunshine. He's happy when you're happy. So when you're excited over something small, he can't help but chuckle and smile.

Loves seeing you all joyful and excited, because your joy is contagious.

If you see a cute thing you like, you'll have it right away.

Even in all available colors and variations if you want so. Rafayel can afford it.

Won't stop until he gets all the toys you like out of the claw machine.

Just never ever leave him. Rafayel won't survive without you and your adorable personality.

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader

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milkywaydrabbles · 7 months

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8- Virginity with Alucard x virgin reader, please? I don't know if it has already been ordered. Thank you!

A/N: Tyyy for the req I haven't done this one yet! Got a little carried away with this I think, but very fun to write! Hope you like it! Mwuah

CW: Vriginity loss, pet names, that's it i think lol

Virginity x Alucard

It had been months of soft touches, sweet kisses, and promises of a loving life between you and your newfound love, Adrian Tepes. Meeting him seemed like a dream, the way he would always hold doors open for you, smile at you so lovingly, make sure you were comfortable. You’d open up to him as much as he did to you, learning each others’ deepest intimate secrets. One of which was the admittance of still being a virgin at your age. You were always nervous to divulge that information, feeling men think you prude. You just...hadn’t been interested. And all the men you’ve had the (dis)pleasure of meeting were, well, gross. Which is why when Adrian had asked to court you, you thought it was a joke. You laughed it off, giving him a ‘that’s funny, Adrian!’ before realizing he was being serious. You swore your heart stopped.

The months of courting had been the most perfect months of your life, and you were ready to take it to the next step with him. You wanted him to be your lover. “Adrian..” You found him in the study, looking at him through your lashes, bashful. He smiled that gorgeous smile at you, reaching a hand in your direction that you gladly took, guiding you to the chair next to his. “Yes, my dear? What is it?” So attentive. You steadied yourself before continuing. “I want...I want to make love.” Your red face now matched his, dropping the quill onto the desk. “That’s a big decision, giving me your virginity. Are you sure? We don’t have to discuss this now if you’re uncomfortable.”

You took his concern as unwillingness, pout on your lips. Did he not want to...? Of course, the past he’s endured of course he wouldn’t want to. You gasped, suddenly feeling guilty. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m sorry! I should have thought first, oh Adrian I’m--” He hushed you, taking both hands in his. “Darling, I’m more than willing to lay with you. Please make no mistake.” God, how can he just say things like that? “I want to make sure this is what you want. That you’re not doing this for me.” You squeezed his hands, “I’m sure, Adrian. I’ve never been more sure.”

So hours later, you’re underneath the Dhampir, writhing in pleasure as he suckles at your clit with a slender finger fucking into your virgin hole. “Haah, fuck. Feels so good, Adrian. B-better than my, aah, fingers” You admit to him, tugging at his hair when he sucks harder. “Hmm, how bold.” He smirks, looking up at you nosing your clit. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” You nod, mouth open and eyes hazy as he slips another finger into your pussy, stretching you out. You looked like a goddess to him, he couldn’t believe you were gifting him something so precious as your virginity. “You’re so tight around my fingers, beloved. Relax, I’ll make you feel good.” You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding onto, looking down at him as he continued to lick around your pussy and clit, scissoring his fingers inside of you to help stretch you for what’s to come. “Let me hear your pretty voice, what do you think of when you finger yourself?”

You diverted your gaze with flushed cheeks, “I-I think of you t-taking me, aah, in your bed, mmh! In your study, too, on the desk.” He waited, expectantly, working you closer to your high. He could feel it, the way you started clenching on his fingers. “In different positions! Fuck, Adrian I want to try different positions!” You couldn’t help but get louder, the way he fucked into you with his fingers felt so fucking good. You couldn’t continue speaking, only babbling how good he felt before the feeling in your tummy snapped and you came around his fingers, your cunt drooling on his digits. He slowed, letting you ride out your high and seeing that cute little hole spasm around him. “Mmm, we will darling. Later. I want to take you like you deserve right now.” He couldn’t help himself, Alucard scooped up your juices and sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the delicious, sweet taste of your pussy. He could do this for hours, but that would wait too. “Are you okay, sweetheart.” You nodded, blissed out smile plastered on your face. “Mhm, keep going Adrian.” He chuckled at your impatience, “insatiable and you’ve only just gotten a taste. I’ll have my hands full with you.”

Alucard lined his cock at your hole, waiting for your approval to continue, (he thought your neck would snap at how rapidly you were nodding, eager.) “Just breathe, sweetheart, I’ll go slow.” He pushed in, so painfully slow, his breath hitching as you gasped, trying to keep a steady breath. The stretch was uncomfortable, but not painful. He’d stretched you out so nicely with his fingers that it was bearable. He paused, waiting for you to give him the okay. As kind, patient, and caring Alucard was he was losing his mind with how tight you felt around him. So warm, and wet, and eager to swallow him whole. You urged him to continue, and he didn’t take a second thought before pushing in the rest of the way, feeling how you tightened around him just by taking his entire dick. Your back arched, nails digging into his biceps with pleasure. “Adrian, please.” You whined, not sure what you were begging for. He smirked, coming down to cover your body with his and leaning on his forearms, “Whatever you want, darling.”

Adrian pulled out to the tip, seeing you squirm before shoving his cock back into you, hearing those beautiful cries. His pace quickened, white ring forming around the base of his cock as he continued to fuck into you. Your pretty little cunt felt so good, so good that Alucard doesn’t know how he held out for so long. He feels so grateful to have you, grateful that you trust him enough for this, grateful to be buried balls deep in the tightest, sloppiest little hole. “Doing so good for me, honey, does it feel good?” He borderline teased, Adrian knew what he was doing. You nodded, frantic, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. “Yes! Yes, s’good Adrian, so good!” You babbled on, repeating how good he felt inside of you, how big he felt, to keep going. A hand came down to rub at your clit, helping you get to your second orgasm of the night. You pulled him down by the back of his neck, wanting to kiss him as you came on his cock for the first time. You wanted him to invade all of your senses, the feeling pure euphoria as he squirmed and spasmed around his length, Alucard pounding into you now. You whined into his mouth, bucking your hips through your high.

He stuttered, pulling out at the last second and spilling himself over your stomach. The two of you stayed still as you caught your breath, Adrian slowly pulling out and moving to get you cleaned up. You stayed in his arms, peppering kisses on his face with a smile. “Thank you Adrian, it felt so good.” He sighed, relishing in your praises. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Another pause.

“Can you...not pull out next time?” You were the absolute death of him.

#adrian tepes #alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017)#milk writes #milk kinktober #that my friends is how we develop breeding kinks

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lili-harg · 2 months

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Can you do a izana fic? where he falls for the reader at first sight? It would be too cute!!! Tyyy

Hello and thank you for your request, if you want part two of this, tell me and I will be happy to write it. 🫶🏻

Fall in love at the first sight

• Izana x reader

• warnings: mentions of sadness, depressive behavior

A sunny, calm, silent and a little melancholy afternoon, Izana would say if he could define it. He was sitting looking at the city dock.

He was in a state of tranquility or at least that's what it seemed like from afar, the reality is that the white-haired man felt empty, broken. He himself couldn't define it, but he knew that something inside hurt. Maybe remembering the tragedy of his life, or remembering Shinichiro, he doesn't know.

His hair moved gently in the wind, appearing calm, but his repairs became irregular, and his eyes began to water without asking permission. Anguish, perhaps that's what Izana was feeling, he lowered his head, forming an even more melancholic image, perhaps loneliness embraced him and that's what he belonged to, those thoughts passed through the young man's head.

The violet-eyed man didn't realize that he was being watched by a young woman who had worried too much.

-'I hope he's not thinking about doing what I think he's going to do' said the young y/n, she was very afraid of having to witness such a tragic act.

-'I have to go, even though I don't have the guts, come on y/n! you can' the movie and/h he encouraged himself.

Without thinking for another moment he walked towards the young man who seemed depressed and shouted

-"STOP!"

Izana, without waiting for that sudden scream, turned around ready to act in defense until he saw a female figure approaching him quickly. When she was at a reasonable distance she decided to stop to breathe, she had forgotten her terrible physical condition.

Izana still couldn't see the face of that strange young woman who yelled at him since she had her head down trying to catch her breath. Meanwhile y/n could make out that red uniform, and of course, it was that of one of the most dangerous gangs in the city;

-'Great y/n you're brilliant, you yelled at a gang member and now you can't even look him in the face, just great. You will die in the stupidest way possible' but she quickly remembered why she was there and that it was not the time to mentally fight with herself for her impulsive decisions.

So she raised her head with the dignity she had and (with his eyes closed since he was not brave enough to look at him) he said quickly and almost without modulating the words:

-"please don't throw yourself away, I know that life sometimes It seems like shit but there is always something good that rewards it, so don't do it, please!" and slowly opened his eyes expecting to see a gang member ready to beat her up for her meddling .

But to her surprise she found beautiful violet eyes, now that she thought about it, the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her life and coming out of that bubble he can see the tears falling from them.

The young woman quickly forgot her fear of the gang member and took his hand, trying in some way to show that she was trying to support him, even though she didn't even know his name.

Izana couldn't really explain what he was feeling or why he was allowing himself to show this level of weakness to a stranger who had taken her hand without permission.

But perhaps it goes without saying that the white-haired man had never seen someone like that young woman, so beautiful and with the purest look he saw, that despite not even knowing who she was, he went and tried to help him.

Was it perhaps a justified weakness? Not even he knows. What he does know is that he wants to continue seeing that look and that he will not waste this miracle.

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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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Can I get a Drabble about ghost / konig pining after reader whos bf is an asshole and they confess that they love her and she deserves better? W a happy ending ?? Tyyy

☾𓂃❛🍰❜┊ right person, right time

warning(s): fem!reader, toxic relationship, angst to fluff, mild language, hurt/comfort ♡ masterlist // requests // ask box

ghost;

normally, simon would spend little time comforting anyone. he felt he wasn't good at it, that he was incapable of aiding the person's worries. but when you, a dear friend of his, finds herself in need of it, he breaks his code.

you called him, which wasn't out of the ordinary... until he heard your attempts at masking tears. ❝stay where you are, can you do that for me?❞

when he saw you; distraught and shivering outside a restaurant, it pained him to feel very little shock. your boyfriend, a thorn in his side for months. he couldn't do this here, not in this busy area. ❝come sit with me. c'mon.❞ he didn't grab your hand until the both of you were out of view - but then he wouldn't let go.

❝he's a prick,❞ he speaks bluntly, though it was the biggest understatement of the century. there was so much more he could say about him, things you didn't need to hear. ❝listen, love. you are—❞ his thumb caresses your knuckle as he shifts awkwardly on the bench.

simon's gaze softens entirely when he finally decides to spit his words out. ❝you are going to find someone one day—someone who won't leave you a mess on date night.❞ it was him, he wanted to be that someone. there was no going back now.

if he didn't do it now, he never would. ❝you mean... everything to me. more than i'd care to admit. please just... let me help you.❞ his fingers find your cheek, the closest to physical affection you had gotten from him. it was obvious this wasn't platonic comfort, even in your disoriented heartbreak. it was in his nature for his eyes to dart around for unwanted attention, but right now he couldn't. he needed you to understand what he meant, otherwise he would continue his silent suffering.

könig;

könig's protective instincts were off the charts. once he latched onto someone, the thread connecting the two of them would never be cut or snapped; whether frayed or strained by the end of it.

his observance was even more persistent; how dreadful you felt around your boyfriend, the way he talked about you, seeing you in tears—it made his blood boil. and you, more concerned about crying in front of him? könig was fighting every urge to break his silence. but it was in his nature; a bleeding heart on his sleeve once his uniform was taken off.

❝schatz, bitte...❞ his towering frame is lowered, knelt in front of you as you sob at his kitchen table. ❝don't do this to yourself any longer, no more tears.❞ könig's palm finds your thigh, rubbing soothing circles as you express your heartache. he can't just sit back and watch, then let you walk out of his house upset again like many nights previously. he had to say it; tonight.

his other hand finds your chin, forcing you to meet his stern and tender gaze. ❝if you could see yourself through my eyes, you would see how good you truly are, meine liebling. better than that fool, better than me, hm?❞

his parting words before he let you speak again, they were more of a plea than a confession. his last effort for you to recognize the better half for you; ❝du bedeutest mir alles, you know that? there's nothing i wouldn't do for you.❞

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gatitties · 9 months

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HELLO HELLO!! I hope ur having a good life!

Can I get a strawhats x teen!Reader where the reader doesn’t talk cuz their too shy? The reader still interacts with them but just doesn’t use their voice, they interact by using expressions, actions(hugging the crew aww), grunting and sighing, from the actions the reader has done the crew knows they are a sweet kid and just want to help. The reader is scared to talk cuz they feel like their an awkward person and don’t want to say anything out of place and one day they decide to do it and they tell the crew why their too shy!

Udhfueihfhs take ur time with this and enjoy life pls and tyyy!!!

─Strawhats x teen!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you surprise the crew by talking longer than you ever did because of your shyness

─Warnings: none

here it iss, I hope you have a good life too! 😋

─ Everyone thought you were mute when you joined the crew.

─ It took them a week to hear your first words, after that Luffy pressured you to talk more because he thought if you don't talk it was because you were mad at them.

─ Nami put him in his place with a good blow, the others understood that you prefer not to speak for whatever reason, if you didn't want to say it you were within your rights.

─ The truth is that you did not feel too comfortable using your voice, you preferred to express your thoughts or feelings through actions, it seemed much more comfortable to you.

─ When you take more confidence you start to use grunts or light whistles, somehow you manage to communicate with them through a strange sign language.

─ Robin will probably ask you more than once the reasons for your refusal to speak, but she will not pressure you, she usually gives you paper and a pen so that you can communicate more easily when it is difficult for you.

─ Usopp, Chopper and Franky will write down everything they learn from your gestures to understand you better, as if they were learning a new language on their own.

─ Luffy and Zoro… they're trying their hardest, they never quite understand your hand movements or interpretations, but they're better at reading your eyes, so one look is enough for them to know what you want, at least in most occasions.

─ Sanji had no problems relating to you either, he knew how to read body language very well and he knew how to win your trust quickly thanks to his cooking.

─ Nami, Brook and Jinbe don't seem to have much trouble understanding you, they were probably the first to hear you speak for the first time for so long.

─ With the passage of time you gained enough courage and affection to talk to everyone, you felt bad thinking that they didn't know why you didn't talk and you thought they deserved at least one explanation.

─ When you explained that you were too shy to use your voice and you didn't want to blurt out bad comments, they all laughed at you, not in a bad way of course, they knew you would never say anything hurtful on purpose.

─ Although they already accepted that you were not a person of many words, they understood the reason from another perspective, at least from now on they got used to listening to your voice a little more, although you preferred to remain silent, you gained more confidence to speak more often.

#op #one piece #one piece x reader #request #one piece x teen reader #one piece x platonic reader #platonic reader #teen reader #strawhats #strawhats x reader #strawhats x teen reader #strawhats x platonic reader #reader insert #sfw #headcannons

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fleurriee · 10 months

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from the jealous, protective and territorial prompt list LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE NETEYAM 💗💗

❝ i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you. like you weren’t mine. ❞

+ [ CLAIM ] for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips.

ILYYYYYYYYY

so, this was a lot longer than i'd originally anticipated lmao. think i got a little to into the back story here <33 hehe tyyy im glad im doing him justice!! ily too 2k drabbles!

pairing ; neteyam x fem!reader

synopsis ; neteyam never did like it when others looked at what was his.

themes ; fluff, suggestive content - including heated kissing & groping, established relationship (mates).

Change had always been something you struggled with. From a very young age, you couldn’t stand it when even the littlest thing changed - whether your family had to move your tent to a different spot, no longer in the one you had grown to love; or, on a much larger scale, when people in your clan started to die more frequently due to the raging war.

You liked routine more than anything, you enjoyed the idea of doing the same thing everyday, nothing unexpected turning up out of the blue to catch you unawares. It was always considered more stressful if something changed within your day, because then the rest of it would.

The only change you ever did love, was when you became mated with Neteyam. It was obvious from the moment he had asked to court you that things were going to become different in the long run, but for once in your life, you didn’t find yourself worried about it. Instead, you craved it more.

It was so easy to fall in love with Neteyam Sully, that he eased you completely until you felt like you were an entirely different person. You weren’t scared when it came to having to meet new people who would eventually become your family; you weren’t scared of having to move your whole life into a different tent that would now be shared with your mate; you weren’t scared of waking up every morning with a different routine.

You weren’t scared - not if it meant Neteyam was by your side.

But, just because he had helped guide you through such a big change for you, that didn’t mean any other future ones to come weren’t going to scare you.

So, when it became known to the entire Omatikaya clan that the Sully family would be leaving to find another, somewhere far away so the dangers would follow them, no longer harming others that weren’t involved… it absolutely terrified you.

Of course, it was expected for you to go with them, too, as you were mated to the eldest Sully, and he was your entire future. And, whilst the reassurance of having him with you was comforting, the idea of leaving everything you’ve ever known behind - your family, your friends, your routine - was attempting to outweigh all of that.

Nothing would ever be the same again - not truly. You didn’t know if the next time you’d see your parents would be when you were much older, a family held safely under your wings they could scarcely recognise you. But, you didn’t have much of a choice, not when you were Neteyam’s other half - where one of you goes, the other follows.

It was safe to say that you struggled more than you’d care to admit when you first arrived in Awa’atlu. Everything was so startlingly different, you were surprised you didn’t create a headache from how much your eyes were flickering about the place, taking each and every thing in before the possibility of it disappearing could arise.

The Metkayina clan were so opposite to your old one in the way they do certain things - the way they hunt, the way they fight, the way they celebrate. It was a lot to take on board for a newborn, let alone someone who now needed to change their ways for a fresh start away from any lingering danger.

And, that’s what you kept in your mind, constantly repeating it to yourself whenever things got tough. This was for your family - now that every Sully was away from where they’d always been, the danger would disappear from the forest and struggle to find them. You were doing it to ensure everyone’s safety.

You’d repeat such a thought in your mind when you got things wrong, when you couldn’t control your breathing correctly so you could swim with the rest of them, or when you couldn’t understand what they were signing and instead laughed at your confusion.

So, the offer of Tsireya teaching you on a one-to-one basis everything you were struggling with was the best it could get. She was the kindest of the lot you’d met so far - her free-spirit and calming demeanour always making you feel all the more welcome - and you couldn’t have thought of a better teacher.

You’d been there for a little while now, the two of you conversing about the different signs that were of paramount importance when under the ocean. Her fingers were depicting a variety of shapes, pointing this way and that, until they dropped down in her lap, her expectant gaze looming on you.

“Um,” you thought, repeating the action within your mind and contemplating up an answer, “not here… danger nearby…?”

Your answer came out as more of a question rather than exuding any confidence, but when her once encouraging smile grew larger and her eyes lit up more, you felt pleased with yourself. “Yes!” she congratulated you, small claps from her lowered hands, “correct!”

A giddy laugh escaped your lips, feeling proud you’d manage to finally understand something they were saying. Ears perking up, they caught onto something else that didn’t include the obvious exuberance of yourself and Tsireya - turning your head, you noticed a group of boys lingering on the forest line, looking over at the two of you and watching you with hawking eyes.

Shrivelling in on yourself, eager to disappear from their view, you were moments away from turning back to Tsireya and telling her if you could go somewhere else. But, before you could, a pair of gentle hands placed themselves upon your shoulders, thumbs rubbing into the skin there. When you looked, it was Neteyam, back bent forwards so he was closer to your sitting figure, a hint of a smile on his lips - albeit, one that was slightly tense.

“Hi,” he greeted, “can I borrow you for a little bit?” he questioned, eyes flickering over to Tsireya for permission. Neteyam knew it was important you learnt their ways just as much as the rest of them, so he didn’t want to upset the one who was teaching you.

With an understanding nod, Tsireya got up from her spot and left, sending you a look that told you she’d find you later. Once gone, just the two of you left along the shore, your mate stood up straighter, gesturing with his head for you to follow him. Confused, you did as he’d wanted, his hand grasping your own as he led you further and further away, until there was nothing left but the sounds of the waves clashing against one another.

Bringing you to a stop, he placed you in front of him, so he could see you entirely. His features were pointed, slightly scrunched, as though he was agitated. It wasn’t often when you saw your mate such a way, so when you did, it was always something that must’ve annoyed him quite a bit.

“Ma’teyam, what-” you started, but there was no chance to finish, not when he suddenly grabbed you by your hips, pulling you into him until you were chest to chest, and placed a firm kiss upon your lips. His tongue clashed against your own, such passion and aggression intermixing together until you could feel your knees go weak.

Subconsciously, your own hands lifted higher until they were placed upon his broad shoulders, steadying yourself just in case you toppled over from the extreme love he was showing you - despite knowing he wouldn’t let you fall, not with the grip he had on your sides, anyway.

It was so rare to see Neteyam like this, especially when the two of you were in public, but it only made you all the more flustered.

Pulling away from one another, a subtle smirk stretched across his lips, pulling at the edges until he was only exuding cocky confidence. “Had to get you out of there,” he explained, words a slight pant from the breath you’d stolen from him. But, his words only made you more confused, considering you were only with Tsireya. He chuckled. “I just didn’t like the way they were looking at you… like you weren’t mine.”

Eyes widening just a smidge, you realised he’d been jealous of the group of boys. Still, that didn’t seem to explain much, seeing as you were sure they were mocking you. “But-“

“No,” he cut you off once more, shaking his head adamantly and stepping somehow closer to you. He squeezed your hips, dangerously enough to bruise you, something the two of you loved - showing off the marks that showed you belonged to someone, to Neteyam. “No, you’re mine, you understand that?” His smirk grew wider, fangs on display wickedly. “Hmm, maybe you need reminding of that, huh?”

#𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐑’s work ── ✎#2k drabble special #neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar 2 #neteyam fluff #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully x you #neteyam x female reader #neteyam x fem reader #neteyam sully fluff #neteyam sully smut #neteyam x pregnant reader #dad neteyam #dad!neteyam

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pedrithink · 1 year

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ੈ✩ masterlist ੈ✩

last updated: july 12th, 2023

social media fics

opposites attract - kylian mbappé

where there is golden retriever! kylian and his black cat girlfriend.

it girl - kylian mbappé

kylian is dating the gen’s it girl and can't help but be a simp for her.

unknown - kylian mbappé

kylian dates a person outside the media and fans find out about her.

love to hate me - kylian mbappé

kylian dates messi's eldest daughter and the media always talks that messi doesn't like him, they really don’t know the truth.

liverpool fan - jude bellingham

jude bellingham got a liverpool fan girlfriend and fans go crazy.

couple goals - kylian mbappé

you and kylian being the best celebrity couple ever.

break up - kylian mbappé

the media spreads that you and kylian broke up.

the sister of my best friend - jude bellingham

request: can you do an instagram au where the reader is trent's sister and soft launches her relationship with jude?

celebrity - pedri gonzález

request: hey, love your works a lot❣️ could you maybe do a social media fic where news report that pedri is dating this very famous celebrity and everyone is like :00 how?? but also WOW!! ;;; tyyy <;33

traitor - kylian mbappé

your boyfriend cheated on you, but you know someone much better.

secret - pedri gonzález

everyone thinks you and gavi are dating, but you have eyes for someone else.

mother’s day - kylian mbappé

celebrating your first mother's day.

my home - jude bellingham

jude and his low profile girlfriend.

london boy - jude bellingham

david beckham! daughter

you and i - jude bellingham

request: maybe you could do Jude and his girlfriend through different stages of their relationship

we find love - jude bellingham

request: can i request a jude x reader smau where the reader was jude's childhood bst, but they lost contact when they were younger (maybe around 10/11) bcos the reader had to move countries? then in one of jude's recent interviews, he talks about her and how he used to support him a lot but he doesn't know where she is and his fans find her for him

friends into strangers - jude bellingham

friends into strangers.

the other woman - mason mount

you will be always the other woman to some fans, but for mason you are the only one.

lost in paradise - jude bellingham

everyone thinks that you and jude have broken up.

surprise - jude bellingham

request: hi can you do where jude's camera pictures get leaked and everyone knows who his gf is.

private - jude bellingham

jude being a fool for you and you not giving a “damn” about him. reader! trent’s best friend.

no pics - jude bellingham

fans notice that you don't post many pictures showing your face.

birthday - jude bellingham

posts for jude’s birthday through the years.

changes - mason mount

mason joined manchester united and with all this hate, fans think that you should break up with him.

hate to love me - jude bellingham

request: gf that gets hated on for being jude’s gf and he defends her

one shots

i don’t feel alright - kylian mbappé

you went for the first time with kylian to a party, but you didn’t expect to see his ex-girlfriend.

“no makeup makeup” test - kylian mbappé

you do the "no makeup makeup" test with kylian and get an unexpected reaction.

icks - pedri gonzález

you do the "icks about eachother" trend with pedri.

thirst tweets - kylian mbappé

kylian and you sit down to read the thirstiest tweets.

forgetfulness - pedri gonzález

pedri forgot your birthday.

10 times - kylian mbappé

the ten times kylian realized he loves you.

marry you - kylian mbappé

kylian proposes to you, he won the world cup and you in the same night.

pain - kylian mbappé

kylian feels insecure with everything people say about him and you remind him of who he really is.

understand - jude bellingham

you and jude have had a disagreement during vacation, but you always know how to solve your problems in the best possible way.

mini series

love is not easy - kylian mbappé

everything seems more difficult when you are the shadow of your older sister and Kylian and her are in love with each other. part 2 / part 3

prenuptial - kylian mbappé

you and kylian are getting married and the subject of the prenuptial agreement comes into play, but kylian is not so sure about this. part 2

#kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x you #football one shot #football x reader #football fanfic #football instagram au #kylian x reader #kylian imagines #football imagine #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi #jude bellingham

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kaisntbreathing · 2 months

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I'm Defford gonna unintentionally spam you tonight so sorry about that babe, but what about velvette x model!female!reader? The whole concept holds a special place in my heart because it just reeks of soul mates yk? And basically it's just about a show, and how reader is always the 'main event'? (can you tell I don't watch fashion shows?) of the show and vel is always the one to get her all dolled up and it's basically just tooth rotting fluff? TYYY

Okay so I kind of modeled the reader after my OC because I love the concept of my OC and how like very feminine they are and they actually work for Velvette.

ALSO LILY MY BELOVED DARLING <3

Sugar and spice

VELVETTE X FEM!MODEL!READER

PLOT SUMMARY:

You work for Velvette as a model of hers, and you immediately and she gets to doll you up for one of your big shows!

WARNINGS:

Profanity, Valentino

A/N:

I LOVE VEL SO SO SO MUCH SHE IS SO UNDERRATED AND PERSONALLY I THINK SHE IS THE BEST OUT OF THE THREE VEE'S, VOX IS A CLOSE SECOND THO.

You were a model and a good one at that, you worked under the Vee's specifically under Velvette your close friend and boss, you were her favorite model since you looked good in almost anything she put on you, no matter the style, makeup or colour you always looked good, your body was considered 'tall' for a sinner but you had a very curvy waist and full hips, your shoulders were feminine but strong.

As you walked through the familiar building with the clicks of your heels against the floor you looked around as you hummed, today was a very big day, you had to go out and model infront of hundreds of sinners as you ran your hand through your fluffy hair.

You opened the door to your dressing room as you slipped in clicking the lights on as you say down by your vanity as you collected your makeup as you sighed.

"Doll? Whatcha think you're doing?"

You heard Velvette's smooth voice from behind you as she had her hand on her hip that was sticking out as she smirked.

"Vel, help me with my makeup?"

"Yeah my star, let me see"

With that Velvette grabbed your concealer and makeup sponge as she applied it to your face evenly as she moved onto your blush, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, and finally your eyeshadow.

As she stepped back satisfied with her work as you looked, drop dead gorgeous as you smiled as she tossed a outfit at you.

"Get dressed and knock them all dead Darlin, I'm rooting for ya."

You loved her, as a friend, a coworker, and as your girlfriend, you and Velvette's relationship was far from secret she made sure all of Hell knew you're hers, and she'd ripped anyone who tried to hurt you apart.

As you got dressed you looked yourself over in your body mirror as you swayed your hips lightly as you looked yourself over.

As you exited your room you walked towards the backstage as you shakily exhaled as your hands shook, big crowds were never your thing.

You felt someone touch your shoulder as you looked behind you and saw Velvette who looked at you with a smile.

"You look amazing, you're going to kill this. I'm rooting for my beautiful girl."

That filled you with all the motivation and courage you needed as you lightly peaked her lips as you walked out onto stage as you felt.

Complete

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #xreader #kai #requests open #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette x reader #fem reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #velvette x you #velvette x fem reader

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apollodarling-writes · 1 year

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hello!! how have u been?? if its ok may i request yan shoto todoroki headcanons please 💖 (also can you make a masterlist if its ok? tyyy)

EDIT: OH MY GOD I TOTALLY FORGOT TO ANSWER THE FIRST HALF OF THE ASK. IM SO DISGRACEFUL. IM OKAY AND I HOPE YALL ARE AS WELL!!!!!

YAN TODOROKI SHOTO HCs

cw: stalking/implied stalking, bribing of public officials, use of hush money, panty/underwear sniffing, forced isolation, manipulation, indirect murder,

todoroki shoto grew up in a harsh environment and i feel like that would be why he would become a yandere.

todoroki would be yandere for someone who is kind and caring, and wouldn’t ogle his burn scar or maybe they even find it’s pretty.

when todoroki is yandere, it’s subtle. he doesn’t show his emotions through facial expressions, and his body language is hard to read, so you likely wouldn’t know until it’s too late.

todoroki isn’t the type of yandere to remove you from society unless you’re a danger to yourseld or you’re IN danger.

todoroki would (with his father’s card) pay someone to bug your phone so that he has access to all of your activity and location at all times. he’s never far from you.

todoroki also would pay someone to keep watch over you so that you’re always safe.

if todoroki feels like you aren’t paying enough attention to him, he’s much like Yan!Deku where he subtly isolates you from the sidelines by spreading rumours and manipulating you.

todoroki is breaking his back to become a hero, so he won’t murder anyone with his own hands, but he will pay someone else to do it.

if anyone finds out what hes doing, he’ll either have someone kill them, or will use hush money to keep it under wraps.

todoroki is a closeted pervert, so he will sneak into your house and steal your underwear/panties to help him get off to the thought of you/smell and will return them once the scent is gone in a place that you frequently lose things or somewhere you (believably) misplaced it.

shoto as a yandere, if you can overlook the immoral behavior and the murder, is actually kinda sweet.

he’ll learn to cook for you and make you nice dinners

he’ll spoil you with his father’s money- without your knowledge of course- and you’ll find them in your room when you get home.

todoroki isn’t entirely delusional, so he knows that once you find out, you’ll be devastated and he’ll lose your trust, so he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you don’t find out.

todoroki loves you very, very much and would go to any length to make sure you’re safe and happy- except for leaving you alone.

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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happy new year lovely!! thank you for blessing us with wonderful content <33

i saw that youre taking request and id love to ask for maybe a flashback fic with javi and dulzura when she's at the height of her pregnancy. javi dealing with cravings, mood swings, and h0rniness and all that lol oki tyyy

AN | Oooh, I’ve missed these two! Can be read as a stand alone or part of the ‘verse! ❤️

Pairing | Javier x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language,

Word Count | 3.8k

Masterlist | Main, Javier, A Good Man ‘Verse

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were going to kill Javier. If not that, you were at least never letting him touch you again.

It was the height of summer, and you were hot, miserable, and very pregnant. There were moments when you wanted to cry about it, moments when you really just wanted to throw yourself in the shower and stand under the cold water, and moments where every little thing annoyed you.

There were only a few months left…you could manage that. And then you’d never have to do it again. Good on Javier for actually going through with getting a vasectomy.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When Javi woke up, it was still the middle of the night. He reached across the best for you but found your side of the bed empty. He sighed lightly, having wanted to pull your warm, soft body into his. Ever the diligent husband, he slipped out of the bed in search of you. He completed a trek through the upstairs, checking in on the four kids before making his way downstairs. If you weren’t up there, you had to be somewhere down there, and if he knew anything about you by now, he had a feeling you’d be in the kitchen.

“Dulzura?” he called out softly when he saw the faint light in the dining room. He walked in and did his best to stifle his laugh; it wasn’t at you per se, but the sight was a little funny. You were sitting at the table, reading a book while you munched on some mac n cheese - the cheap Kraft kind is what you insisted upon these days - doused in sriracha and a side of pickles. Tears were running down your cheeks as you looked up at him and sniffled, “baby, what’s wrong?”

“Javi,” you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand before holding up your book, “he just told her that he’d been waiting for her and he’d always wait for her because she’s his soulmate. They’re so in love and now they get a second chance!”

So in love just like we are, he wanted to say. Instead he came over and crouched at your side, gently taking the book out of your hands before touching your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. You huffed slightly, but leaned into his touch, “you’re up late, honey.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted quietly, on the verge of tears again, “and your kid was hungry. So I came down to make a snack and then I remembered I’d left my book down here so I started reading and then just…eating and reading.”

“Eating and reading,” he echoed as you nodded sweetly, “aye, what am I going to do with you, huh?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” you pouted and Javi couldn’t help but laugh before he leaned up and pressed a kiss to your lips, “Bump makes it hard to sleep comfortably and I’m always hungry.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and truthfully, if he could have taken the burden of being pregnant away from you, he would have in a heartbeat, “it’s not for much longer though.”

You mulled over his words for a few moments before a new wave of emotion washed over you and big, fat crocodile tears welled up and ran down your cheeks, “I-I don’t want to be pregnant anymore-”

“It’ll be over soon - forever.”

“I don’t want that either,” you choked on a sob as you reached for his hand and gave it a tight squeeze, “I’m not ready for another baby. I want to stay pregnant.”

“Honey,” he chuckled fondly, reaching to put his arms around you and holding you as tightly as possible. You hugged onto your husband as best as you could despite your bump and held onto him as tightly as possible, “it’s okay - it will be okay. We’re gonna figure it all out together, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded in agreement, “you’re right. You’re always right. You’re so smart. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he gently rubbed your back in soothing circles as he let you get it all out, tears wetting the cotton of his shirt, “it’s okay, just get it all out. I’ve got you.”

“I know,” you pulled back to look at him, to study your sweet, sweet husband and his handsome face. You tenderly cradled his face in your hands, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” he teased softly, “but I’ll allow it. C’mon, let me take you to bed and help you get comfortable.”

“Can I bring the pickles?”

“Of course.”

“Will you read to me?”

“Whatever you desire, Dulzura.”

“Do you still love me?”

“More than anything in this world,” and with that he pressed a kiss to your lips and took your hand in his, “more than anything.”

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It wouldn’t be a normal evening in the Peña household without some sort of chaos. And usually, it wouldn’t bug you or phase you but right now, being so pregnant and going through a particularly emotional period caused you to almost have a breakdown. Lucia was a bundle of energy bouncing around the house as she pretended to be a popstar. Santi and Thea were playing with Legos, something that still made you nervous so you kept stealing glances at them every few minutes to make sure no one was choking. Javi was sitting on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table as he graded some papers.

Meanwhile you were in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner with Diego following underfoot. He must have been going through some sort of phase because he was really clingy with you and wanted to be around you all the time. Javier had offered to help but it was already hard enough with one of your boys next to you, so you’d insisted you had it handled. Once the counters were cleaned off, you leaned against the counter and let out a heavy sigh.

“Mama?” Diego tugged on your leg and gave you a sweet smile. You reached down and ran a hand through his dark curls and gave him a soft smile, “are you okay?”

“Oh honey,” the little look of concern on his face made you want to cry. You hated the idea that he could tell that you weren’t feeling great. You kneeled down as best as you could before pulling him into a hug, “I’m okay, Diego. I’m just tired is all. It’s not anything you or your sisters and brother did. None of you are in trouble or anything. I love you so much, my sweet boy.”

“I love you too,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek and you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. He really was the sweetest little thing and you were just so lucky that he was your son, “it’ll be okay, mama.”

“I know,” you smiled softly, “how could it not be when I’ve got all of you? Hey, we need to make brownies for Lucia’s class tomorrow, do you want to help me?”

“Okay,” he nodded happily, his big brown eyes lighting up, “can I lick the spoon?”

“Of course, mijo,” you promised, grabbing the back of the counter and slowly standing back up. You cast a quick look into the living room and found that everything was still as it should be. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips. It wasn’t that you were inherently worried that something was going to happen, but you’d been on edge lately, all part of the wonderful pregnancy experience.

Diego popped to the other side of the counter and climbed onto one of the stools to watch you closely, ready to be your little assistant. You grabbed a bowl and a few other utensils before turning to the pantry to pull out the things you’d need. Part of you had been tempted to just use a box mix, but you wanted to go full on and make everything from scratch. You’d never thought you’d turn into one of those moms, but here you were.

But as you pushed through all the stuff that was there, you realized that the items you needed weren’t there. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, and you took a moment to calm yourself down. Everything was fine…in the grand scheme of things, it was no big deal. But right now it seemed like a huge deal.

“Javi?” you heard him hum in response but he didn’t even look up from the paper he was looking over. You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed heavily, “Javier. Can you come here, please?”

Almost as if he could sense that something was wrong, he immediately set down his stack of papers before coming over to you. He offered you a tentative smile as a frown settled on your features. Uh oh, “what’s wrong, Dulzura?”

“Where are the things to make the brownies?” you asked and confusion clouded his features. That just confirmed your suspicions that he indeed had not purchased anything that you needed, “did you not get the stuff?”

“W-what stuff?” Javier had been through a lot in his life and dealt with some bad, scary men. But that still didn’t compare to how nervous his pregnant wife made him, “baby?”

“Seriously?” you groaned and threw your hands up in exasperation, “I asked you for one thing and you couldn’t manage it?”

“I don’t remember,” he admitted sheepishly, “I’m sorry, honey.”

“I gave you a list,” you sighed heavily, “as you were leaving this morning. I asked you to stop at the store and pick up the stuff when you picked the kids up.”

“Oh,” yeah…you had done that. And he had managed to let it slip his mind. He even remembered that he’d taken the list and put in the visor of the car so he’d remember. Which he obviously hadn’t done, “I completely forgot. I’m so sorry, Dulzura.”

“I guess at least you remembered to pick up the kids,” your voice was thick with tears and Javier entered into crisis solving mode. He put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze before wiping away the tears that rolled down your cheeks, “they’re more important.”

“We can get the stuff for brownies tomorrow, yeah?”

“No,” you pouted deeply, crocodile tears welling up, “Lucia needs them for class tomorrow in the morning. I planned on making them tonight so they were fresh in the morning.”

“How about I go and everything now?” he offered and you knew that his response was logical but you really didn’t want to admit it, “and then I’ll bake the brownies.”

“It’s not the same! The stores are going to be closed,” you huffed slightly, “it’s already getting late and oh no. The kids - we should be getting them ready for bed. I don’t want them up too late. I’m a horrible mother.”

“Dulzura,” Javier put his hands on your upper arms and gave them a gentle squeeze. He would do anything to keep you from crying, to keep the tears from falling down, “it’s okay. It’s still before their bedtime and we can start getting them ready. Once they’re asleep, I can make cookies or something…Lucia will have something to bring to class, yeah? And you are anything but a bad mother. You are a wonderful, amazing, mother - the best.”

“Really?” you perked up at his sweet words and he nodded before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love them so much. And you. All of you.”

“I know, and we love you too,” he whispered, “very, very much. How about you sit down and relax and I’ll put the kids to bed?”

“There’s four of them,” you sniffled softly, “that’s a lot of them! How can I just leave you to do everything?”

And you were crying again but you wrapped your arms around Javi, holding onto him tightly. He rubbed your back gently, softly whispering sweet words of reassurance in your ear. He’d been through this with you enough by now to know that it was a whole lot of hormones talking, “it’s not everything. It’s really not a big deal, I promise. Besides, how many times have you done it alone in the past?”

“B-but-”

“But nothing,” he insisted firmly, and your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to cry. He was just so sweet and wonderful that it made your heart constrict, “I will handle it this time and you will relax. That is an order.”

“Okay,” you nodded and he kissed you softly, “thank you, Javi.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he smiled and oh. He had the loveliest smile, “they’re not just your kids, they’re ours. And you’re currently growing the last one, and you deserve and need to relax.”

Before you could say anything else, a small pair of arms wrapped your legs. You looked down and found Diego looking at both of you, “you’re a good mom.”

“Yeah?” you asked as Javi picked him and settled him on his hip. Diego was getting a little big to be picked up and carried around easily, but Javier would do it for any one of his kids as long as he could and they were willing, “I think you’re a great kid, Diego. I’m so lucky to be your mom.”

“C’mon,” Javi put his free hand on your lower back and started to guide you to the living room, “you can say good night to the kids and then I’ll get them to bed.”

“They’re such good kids,” your voice almost cracked with emotion and Javi nodded softly in response, “all of them. We’re so lucky.”

“Mhmm,” he watched as the rest of your brood came over to hug you, “and all of us are very lucky to have you.”

“I love you,” you whispered to your husband, “thank you for putting up with all my craziness and all of…this.”

“It’s not putting up with you - I love you. That’s what you do for those you love,” you gave him a sweet smile, “and I happen to love you very, very much Dulzura.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

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You always wanted Javi. In the metaphorical and very literal sense. You’d always enjoyed a very…healthy sex life with him, but being pregnant made you want him even more. And, you know, that was nothing that Javi would ever complain about.

This particular evening found you waiting for Javier to get home and for the first time in a while, you had the house all to yourself. It might have been some planning on your part, but it wasn’t hard to convince Chucho to take the kids for the night. That man loved spending time with his grandkids, and who were you to deny him?

As soon as you heard the door opening, you almost ran (as much as you could these days) to the door to greet him. His face lit up when he realized you were right there, and he immediately dropped his bag so he could pull you into a hug, “hey baby.”

“I’m so glad you’re home,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you, pressing your lips to his, hungry and searching, “missed you. Been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” he almost growled at the feeling of your lips on his, “missed you too, Dulzura.”

You continued to kiss him, finding it easy to get lost in him. You started to drag him towards the stairs, feeling your need for him increase with every passing moment, “need you, Javi.”

“W-wait,” he groaned, loath to pull apart from you, “the kids.”

“They’re not here,” you grinned coquettishly, “Pop has them for the night. We don’t need to pick them up until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Seriously?” He loved his kids, he really did. But sometimes having four of them made it hard to get a moment alone with you. And knowing that he had the entire evening alone with you caused him to almost lose it. You nodded and he pulled off his jacket, not even bothering to hang it up, instead tossing it on the floor. He almost growled as he kissed you again, letting his lips trail along your jaw and then down your neck. You made a soft sound and Javi groaned, before pulling back and looking at you, “you’re going to kill me, Dulzura.”

“Can’t have you dying on me until you fuck me at least one more time,” you reached for his hand and started to pull him up the stairs. Not that he needed any encouragement, he was the one that ended up leading you, “eager, are we?”

“It’s been a long minute since we’ve done this,” he reminded you, “and even longer since we’ve been able to go without any kids around.”

“We still have one around technically,” you teased, rubbing your hand over your bump, and he snorted in amusement, “hey - this is your fault so don’t laugh!”

“It takes two,” he taunted with nothing but fondness lacing his voice, “never heard you complaining before, baby. And last time I checked who was the one that was bad at remembering their birth control?”

“Who could have gotten a vasectomy years ago?” he laughed, loving that you were able to give it all right back to him.

“Alright, I’ll give you that one,” he threw open the bedroom door and immediately ushered you towards the bed, “it was both of us.”

“Yes - but no regrets,” you insisted and nodded in agreement. You sat down and stopped for a moment, suddenly feeling very conscious of what you were wearing. You were in an oversized, old ratty sweater, and some unassuming pajama shorts. It wasn’t anything special and it made you grimace for a moment. Javi seemed to catch and put finger under your chin and turned your face up towards his, “hi.”

“Hi,” he repeated tenderly, “what’s on your mind?”

“No-”

“Don’t lie to me,” his eyebrows raised and you stuck your tongue out at him, “we’ve been together over ten years now. I know you a little better than that.”

“It’s just….look at me,” you pointed at yourself, and he shrugged in confusion, “I just feel…not very sexy. Not that I have to feel that way, but I feel frumpy. Like a sad and frumpy mom.”

“Oh baby,” he got on his knees in front of you and gently took your face in his hands. You offered him a soft smile; getting all emotions; over this hadn’t been part of your plan, “you could be wearing a potato sack and you would still be the most beautiful thing in the world. You are so gorgeous and you don’t even have to try.”

“But I could-”

“But we could be or do a lot of things,” he dragged his thumb along your lower lip, “but I love you just like this. You’re perfect to me. And I couldn’t care less if you were in old pajamas or lingerie or nothing at all. Nothing could make me love you any less. I could only love you more - and I do every day.”

“Fuck off,” you laughed in between your sniffles and a huge grin grew across his face, “why do you always have to be so wonderful? I love you so much, Javier. So, so much.”

“I love you too,” he grinned and leaned up to kiss you, “I mean it though.”

“I know,” you promised, scooting back on the bed and tugging on his arm to pull him along with you, “now touch me. Need you, Javier.”

“I can do that,” he made quick work of undoing the buttons on his shirt and tossing to the side. He got on the bed, his legs around yours as he leaned down to kiss you, caging you in between his arms. You felt like you were going to melt into putty at the feel of his lips all over your body. He tugged on the hem of your sweater, “may I?”

“Yes,” you were already breathless as he gently started to pull the fabric up your body, hands gently skimming over your soft skin. Gooseflesh raised with every little bit of his touch and your tummy felt like it was all butterflies. His touch was reverent and tender as he pulled off your sweater and tossed it to the side to join his shirt. You hadn’t been wearing a bra and you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes widened.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbones. You made a small sound of happiness as he leaned back and studied you. His fingertips ghosted over some of the stretch marks you’d acquired over the years. Sometimes they made you feel self conscious but they were there for a good reason. And he always reminded you of that, “every little part of you.”

“So are you,” you put your hand on top of his where it rested on your belly and gave it a gentle squeeze. His hand drifted to the waistband of your shorts and he gave them a playful little tug that caused you to snort in amusement, “take ‘em off. Unless you don’t wanna-”

“Never,” he playfully nipped at your neck, causing you to sigh wistfully at the feeling on your delicate skin, “I’d never say no to you. Dulzura.”

“So don’t start now,” you nudged him with your leg, “please.”

“Say no more,” he hooked his fingers in the side of your shorts and pulled them down in one fluid motion, letting them join the growing pile. He inhaled sharply at the sight of you on the bed, bare and looking up at him with soft eyes, “like a work of art.”

“You’re wearing too much,” you playfully frowned, hooking a friend through his belt loop, “lose the pants.”

He chuckled warmly before making quick work of stripping down. You looked at him with dark eyes and a hungry look that caused him to tilt his head to the side in amusement, “can I help you?”

“I think you can,” you feigned innocence as you gently nudged him to the side before straddling his hips. He made a low sound, a guttural thing as his hands found purchase on your hips, "you look like you've got something to say, handsome. What is it, hmm?"

"Fuck me," he whispered in awe as you grinned like the Cheshire cat, "please."

"I can do that," you leaned down to kiss him softly, "with pleasure. I love you, Javi.”

“I love you more, Dulzura.”

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Hi this request will probably be a bit different but I’m hoping you’re ok with it

I’m a trans guy and I was wondering if you could do a Elijah smut with a he/him pronoun y/n? If you don’t want to do mlm smut then maybe just change pronouns?

For the actual fic

You’re first time and Elijah is like really sweet with u but also dominant lots of good boy and praise n stuff

Tyyy

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18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

After a date with Elijah, you want to take things to the next level and he makes you feel like the only boy in the world.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @elijahmikaelsonsboy ! this was a fun challenge and I hope it's what you wanted (I truly believe that Elijah is a pansexual king... he had chemistry with Damon~) ♡♡

2.8k words - Warnings: pure smut no plot, transmale!reader, virgin!reader, sprinkle of dom!elijah, blowjob, lots of praise...

You adjusted your shirt and tie in the mirror, smoothing out your hair for the fourth time. There was this piece that just wouldn't stay down no matter what you did. You wondered how Elijah managed to never have a hair out of place, you made a mental note to ask him.

It was finally here, the night you were going to tell him. The night you would confess that you loved him. The plan was to tell him after your date... Or maybe during. You weren't sure. He had said it was just a casual date, nothing fancy. But you wanted to impress him, so you made sure there wasn't a single wrinkle found on the dress shirt and pants you were wearing. Your tie was a perfect knot, the shoes you wore had not a scuff on them.

He arrived at your door looking amazing as always. His hair was perfectly styled, his suit a perfect fit, and the way his dark eyes pierced through yours... It made you weak in the knees. He smiled and offered you his arm, kissing your cheek. "You look very handsome tonight."

You smiled back, kissing him. "Thank you. You look very handsome yourself."

You spent most of the ride there making idle chit chat, just talking about each other's days and such. You were so happy to have him in your life, sometimes you couldn't believe how lucky you were.

When you met him you had made the assumption that he was only interested in women. You had no idea that he was pansexual until he kissed you. You were surprised, of course, but pleasantly so. After that, he had been taking you on dates every other week, and you fell more and more in love with him as time went on.

You were ready to take things to the next level, but you were nervous about it. You had never gone all the way with anyone before, and the last thing you wanted was for it to be disappointing for him.

It didn't help that he was so much more experienced than you. You had discussed it one night while cuddling, and he said it wasn't a big deal. You felt better after that, but you still worried.

Tonight he took you to go see a movie, it was one of those big blockbuster films that was a long awaited sequel. You had seen the trailer and were excited, and when you saw the posters and the crowd at the theater you got even more excited.

It was the perfect date. You couldn't focus on the movie, however, because your mind was racing with the possibility of having sex for the first time. You were nervous about a number of things, him seeing your body, what it would feel like and how you would react, not being any good at it. The list went on and on.

After the movie, you drove to his place and ordered some takeout. You tried to keep a conversation going, but you kept spacing out. He noticed your lack of interest in the conversation and placed a hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Are you okay?"

You smiled at him and squeezed his hand back. "I'm fine. Sorry I'm being quiet. Just thinking."

He leaned over and kissed your forehead. "That's alright. What is on your mind?"

You leaned in and kissed him, gently. He responded in kind, moving his lips against yours. He pulled away, brushing his fingers along your cheek.

"I've just been thinking a lot lately. About us." You whispered, looking into his eyes.

"Thinking about us, huh? Well, I'm all ears." He gave you another quick kiss, casually playing with your tie.

You swallowed hard, "you know how I've never..?"

He nodded. "I do."

"I want to."

He gave you a gentle smile, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. "You're sure?"

"Positive."

He kissed your neck. "Well, I am always up for the task." He chuckled

You nodded, blushing a bit as he stood and took your hand, leading you upstairs. He opened his bedroom door and pulled you inside, kissing you softly. He knew how nervous you were, and he didn't want to rush you.

He sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap, his hands on your hips. You draped your arms over his shoulders and pressed your lips to his, closing your eyes.

Elijah began to undo your tie, then the top two buttons of your shirt. He trailed kisses from your mouth to your jaw and then down to your neck, pausing at the juncture of your shoulder. He gently scraped his teeth across your skin and you gasped, clutching his shoulders.

"You smell nice, is that my cologne?" he asked, pressing his lips to your throat.

"It is," you breathed, running a hand through his hair. "I may have borrowed some."

"Mmhm." He kissed you again, his tongue slipping past your lips.

You let him control the kiss, melting into him as his tongue explored your mouth. Your tongues slid together, fighting for dominance. He pulled back, panting.

He kissed your cheek, moving his hands up your sides and onto your chest. He slipped his hands inside your shirt, his thumbs grazing over your nipples.

"Is this okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip.

"Use your words, handsome,”

"Y-yes." You managed to get out.

He pinched one of your nipples and you gasped, gripping his shirt.

"That's my good boy." He purred.

He took your shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. He ran his fingers down your sides, tracing the outline of your ribs.

He pressed his mouth to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the hardening nub. You gripped his hair, arching your back.

"So sensitive," he murmured.

He moved to the other nipple, sucking on it until you were squirming in his lap. You could feel him growing hard beneath you, and you blushed.

He lifted his head and smirked. "Feels good, huh?"

"Yeah." You whispered, blushing more.

"You're so cute when you blush." He grinned, pressing his lips to yours again.

He undid your belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. Reaching inside, he touched you through your underwear.

"Oh, someone's already so wet." He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over the damp fabric.

You bit your lip, grinding into his hand. His hands felt so good on you, his thumb sliding across your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

He pulled your pants and underwear down for better access. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers stroking you, teasing your entrance.

"Look at you, all worked up and we've barely even started." He whispered.

He pulled his hand away, and you groaned in frustration. You tugged on his tie, pulling him in for a kiss. He chuckled and bit down gently on your lip.

"Patience, mister."

You ignored him and began to unbutton his shirt, running your fingers over his bare chest. Your fingers moving through his soft chest hair.

"Can I touch you a little bit?" You asked shyly, running your fingers down his abs.

"Of course."

You unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, freeing his erection. It was big, and the thought of it filling you up was exciting and scary at the same time. You stroked him, wrapping your fingers around the shaft and pumping slowly.

"Mmm." He groaned, leaning his head back.

You continued stroking him, rubbing your thumb across the tip. He moaned, thrusting his hips up.

You moved off his lap and onto your knees in front of him, you never had done this before, but you wanted to make him feel good. You looked up at him, and he smiled down at you.

"You don't have to." He whispered, running a hand through your hair, messing it up a bit.

You smiled, kissing the head of his cock. You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

"Show me how?" You asked, blushing a bit.

He guided you, placing his hand on the back of your head. "Suck on the tip. Lick the underside. Use your tongue. You can use your hands, too."

You did as he instructed, taking him in as far as you could without gagging. Your cheeks felt hot, and you could feel yourself getting wetter.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good." He whispered.

You closed your eyes and bobbed your head, taking him deeper with every movement. He groaned, tugging on your hair.

The sounds he was making were turning you on, and you felt yourself clench.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum."

You pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop. "Will you to cum in my mouth?"

A flash of something dark and dangerous crossed his face, he gave you a crooked smile and his voice dropped lower, "aren't you a dirty boy,"

You blushed, looking down at his cock. It was shiny with your saliva, and was leaking precum. You leaned forward and licked it, lapping up his release.

He groaned, and pulled you back onto his lap, kissing you hungrily. His hands tore away your pants and underwear, leaving you naked and vulnerable. He gripped your hips and licked along your chest, biting on your nipples and then soothing the sting with his tongue.

You began to tremble a bit, knowing what the next step was. Elijah noticed and stopped, stroking your cheek.

"You okay?" He asked.

You nodded.

"Just nervous, that's all."

"I'll be gentle, I promise."

You kissed him again, grinding your hips down into his. He reached down and rubbed your clit in slow circles, making you moan.

"You don't have to be that gentle," you breathed, feeling lusty and wild.

He let out a soft hum, slipping a finger into you, watching your eyebrows arch up. He chuckled, the sound reverberating deep within his chest.

"You're so sensitive," he mused.

He began to pump his finger in and out, watching as your mouth fell open and your eyes closed.

"I bet I could make you cum like this, just with my fingers," he mused, slipping another finger inside.

"Mmm." You moaned, rolling your hips.

"Or maybe with my tongue," he murmured, leaning in to press his lips to your neck.

"Elijah," you breathed, "stop teasing me."

He chuckled. "But it's so much fun," he said, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust of his fingers.

You groaned, bucking your hips. He smirked, pressing his lips to yours. He suddenly flipped you over, pinning you down with his body, and then his hand was between your legs, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your sensitive nub.

He let out a low growl, leaning in to nip at your ear. "Naughty boy, making a mess, all flushed and sweaty." He whispered.

He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at your entrance. You tensed, looking up at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, stroking your cheek.

You shook your head. "No."

He kissed you, pushing inside of you. You gasped, biting down on his lip. You felt so full, so stretched, it was a little painful and yet... It felt so right with him.

He stilled, giving you time to adjust. You took a few deep breaths, trying to relax.

"Eyes on me," he whispered, cupping your cheek.

You looked up at him, and the love and lust shining in his eyes took your breath away.

He began to move, slowly, rolling his hips against yours. You moaned, arching your back, trying to match his rhythm.

He nipped at your neck then moved down to your chest, biting at your nipples, before sucking on them, making you whimper and squirm.

"Do you like that? When I suck on your cute, little nipples?" He whispered.

"Y-yes."

He hummed, his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh. Your hands tugged on his hair, urging him on.

He chuckled, sucking on the bud. He released it with a wet pop, moving to the other one. You moaned, your hips bucking.

He groaned, picking up the pace. He took your hands and pinned them to the bed, intertwining his fingers with yours. He watched your expressions, your eyes shut tight, your mouth slightly parted, a flush on your cheeks.

He was honored that you trusted him enough to be your first. You were a beautiful soul, and he was grateful for the privilege.

"You are such a good boy, all nice and wet for me. So good, my beautiful, precious boy," he murmured.

"Elijah," you gasped.

He grunted, kissing your lips. He rolled his hips, thrusting deep and hard. He felt you tighten around him at his praise, and he smiled, he enjoyed learning what turns you on..

He nuzzled your neck, sucking on the skin, leaving little bites and hickeys. You arched your back, wrapping your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts.

"You like when I bite you, baby?"

"Yes." You whimpered.

He nibbled on your earlobe, his warm breath fanning over your skin.

"What about when I do this?" His thrusts became harder, slamming you with such a force you moved a bit on the bed.

You nodded, too blissed out for words.

"Or when I do this?" He let go of one of your hands and trailed his fingers down your chest and stomach, pressing down on your lower abdomen.

Your eyes widened and you moaned loudly, the sudden pressure almost too much.

He smirked, nuzzling your neck, licking and biting, his tongue and teeth tracing along the tendons of your neck.

His grip was strong, his fingers digging into your flesh. His thrusts became faster, deeper, and harder, pounding you into the mattress.

"Do you want to cum, mister y/n?"

"Y-yes."

He kissed your lips. "Beg me," he growled.

You were surprised, but the roughness was thrilling. "Please, please let me cum."

"Mmm, not yet," he purred.

You groaned, your legs beginning to shake.

"Elijah," you pleaded, your voice cracking.

He chuckled, "such a good boy, begging so well."

You clenched around him, panting and whimpering. You could feel Elijah losing control, his pace becoming erratic. His breath was coming in harsh gasps.

He kissed you, his tongue delving deep into your mouth. His thrusts were wild and desperate, the sound of flesh slapping together loud in the quiet room.

"Cum for me, my boy," he commanded, his voice a deep growl.

You obeyed, clenching around him. You cried out, your eyes rolling back in your head, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

"So perfect," he murmured, pressing his lips to your throat.

You collapsed, panting, sweat trickling down your back. He released your hand, his fingers ghosting along your skin.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his tone tender.

"Yeah." You whispered, looking up at him.

He kissed your forehead. "It wasn't too much?" He asked, cupping your cheek.

"No." You said breathlessly, your mind still spinning from the intensity of it all.

"Good." He pulled out of you, and you grimaced. He noticed, and his eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Just a bit sore, but I'll be fine." You assured him, reaching up and brushing your thumb across his cheek.

He pressed a kiss to your palm, then got out of the bed, scooping you up.

"I know just the thing," he said, carrying you to the bathroom.

He set you down on the edge of the tub, and started the bath. Once the water was warm, he helped you in, and then climbed in behind you.

"Lean back," he said softly.

You did, resting against his chest. He gently washed your body, being careful to avoid the more sensitive areas.

"Thank you 'lijah," you whispered.

"Of course," he said, his voice quiet and soft.

He kissed your neck, wrapping his arms around you. You closed your eyes, feeling warm and safe.

He ran his fingers through your hair, making it stick up in weird places. He chuckled, his chest rumbling against your back.

"I learned so much about you today," he said, a teasing lilt to his tone.

"Did you now?" You asked, your cheeks heating.

"Indeed, I did." He chuckled.

"Like what?"

He leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear. "Like how sensitive you are," he whispered. "How much you like being praised." He nuzzled the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Mmm." You sighed, relaxing.

"And," he added, "how good you are at begging."

You giggled, covering your face.

"But I didn't get to explore all the ways to make you beg," he teased.

"We have time," you said, smiling.

He hummed, kissing the side of your head. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," you said, turning to look up at him.

You would never forget this night and how special Elijah had made it. How he made you feel. How loved you were.

It was perfect and you couldn't wait for more.

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bonjour :) can I request some of this prompts for a story? with any of them (cordelia, billie, wilhemina or ally) I like your multiple character fics too

❛ i’m not going anywhere. ❜

❛ is there anything i can do to help? ❜

❛ i don’t even recognize you anymore.

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜

tyyy <3

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader - Falling

A/N: thank you to whoever sent this to me. I'm not too sure if its angsty enough but the prompts actually hit close to home. the fall is also inspired by me actually falling over at work the other day and afterwards looking like I got into a fight 😂

word count: 3.8k

tw: very mild mention of blood, insomnia, angst, slight arguing

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The moon hangs high in the sky, casting it's silver-white light through the windows and onto the bed where you lay, warmth surrounding you in the form of your lovers, Delia, Billie and Mina. Despite the usual comfort and warmth this scene would give you, sleep continues to be a stranger, slipping through your fingers.

Cordelia shifts beside you slightly, her voice breaking the silence of the night. ,,Sweetheart, why are you awake?'' she asks softly, her voice filled with concern. Her soft hands reach out to brush a strand of hair from your face. You return her gesture by smiling softly, hoping this will cause the concern to fade from her beautiful features.

,,I'm okay Delia, just woke up for a second'' you whisper, trying your best to mask what's been going on. Cordelia's brow furrows with worry, but she doesn't press the subject further, instead pulling you closer to her in an a comforting embrace. You close your eyes in return, grateful for her presence, even if it couldn't chase away the shadows that had haunted your mind lately.

As the night stretches on, you toss and turn, your mind racing with thoughts and worries that refused to be silenced. Despite your best efforts to find comfort in the arms of your lovers, sleep remained a stranger to you, leaving you tired and drained.

The following night, plays out the exact same way. You would be wrapped up in between your lovers, taking turns between cuddling into two blondes or your redhead lover. Lately your days had been exactly the same. Unable to sleep, you would be the first one out of bed, getting ready for your day ahead, helping around the academy by preparing things for teaching or helping your lovers out in any way you can, a small price to repay for all of the things they had done for you in the past. Throughout the day they would be busy, Wilhemina working in her office remotely for the company she works for. Billie would be in meetings either online or travel to them for her show. Filming only happening in certain months, while Cordelia looked after the academy. This contained teaching, council meetings and making sure the girls are looked after. Despite having your own work and shifts, you would help out wherever you can. Eventually the four of you would have dinner, liking the ritual of it being spent in the presence of each other.

The evenings looked a little different each day, sometimes board game nights, sometimes movie nights and sometimes just the familiar picture of snuggling on the sofa, Mina knitting or reading, Billie on her phone and Delia doing some work on her laptop or watching the tv. You would eventually all go to bed together, sometimes spending hours of quality time and sometimes quiet nights, where the three of them would quickly fall asleep due to their demanding careers. Tonight was no different, the three of them worked hard, before they all relaxed in the living room by the fireplace together with you.

As you again toss and turn, you eventually grow frustrated and leave the bedroom as quietly as possible, before sneaking off to the garden and having a smoke. Cordelia and Wilhemina hated the habit but Billie didn't exactly help you and only fed into your addiction. As you exhale the smoke, you look up to the sky, admiring the view of a clear moon and some stars. After returning a while later, you turn around only to see Billie looking at you with a cheeky smile.

,,Did you just sneak out for a smoke without me?'' she teases, her playful nature a nice change to the loneliness of the night. She arches an eyebrow, a playful smirk still on her lips. You can't help but chuckle. ,,No'' you smile and do that little head tilt which she knows means you are lying.

Her laughter fills the room a little, easing the tension in the air. She cups your cheeks gently, her other hand trailing off to your scalp, giving you little scratches with her nails. ,,Well if you ever need a smoking buddy, you know where to find me'' she smirks before pulling you into a tight embrace. For a moment, the weight of sleepiness lifted with Billie's words, the warmth of her affection. But as the night wears on, you long for sleeping yet again.

The third night, brings Wilhemina's quiet concern, her gentle touch soothing to the ache in your heart. As you lay awake, lost in thoughts, her hand finds yours in the darkness, a silent gesture of love and understanding.

,,Can't sleep, little one?'' the redheads voice is soft, filled with concern as she squeezes your hand gently, her eyes searching yours for answers, despite the darkness.

You swallow the lump in your throat, struggling to find the words to explain and having learnt by now to work things out on your own. ,,It's nothing really...'' you finally speak but the answer isn't sufficient for Wilhemina and by her reaction you can tell.

,,Is there anything I can do to help?'' she asks, her brow furrows with concern, her gaze never leaving yours. She reaches out to brush a tear from your cheek. ,,You don't have to do this alone, little one'' she gently whispers into your ear.

For a moment the walls around your heart crumble, her words so full of reassurance and warmth. It makes you melt, knowing Wilhemina struggled with her own emotions but never how to take care of yours or your other two lovers. A flood of emotions washes over you and in response you cling onto her hand, grateful for her support. ,,Turn around little one'' she whispers gently before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You comply of course and before you know it, you feel her arms wrap around you, holding you close. As she knows her little one loves being spooned.

As the hours stretched on, you still couldn't sleep a wink but the comfort of being in Wilhemina's arms, at least pushed the worries and heartache away for now.

The days slowly turned into a week, still sleep remained a distant dream and insomnia has been slowly catching up on you. It was a Thursday afternoon, your workday finally coming to an end. The thought of driving home to your lovers, gives you great comfort and causes you to smile as you walk towards your car.

Suddenly, your feet betray you and you trip, trying to not fall over, you try and balance yourself but your body not stable enough to keep you up. As your face makes contact with the floor, your hands at least preventing further injuries, you lay there for a second, feeling both defeated and dizzy. Little stars blur your vision momentarily. For a good second you consider just staying there, waiting for sleep or someone to eventually find you, however you decide against it, making your way over to your car, having a sip of water until the dizzy spell slowly fades.

As you start the car you notice your knuckles and hands bleeding but carry on heading towards home, not being in the mood to even deal with it right away. After a while you finally make it home, just wanting to hide away after the day you have had. With trembling hands you enter through the front door, hoping the three of them would still be occupied with work, so you could clean yourself up without further questioning or concern. However your plan quickly comes to a stop as the three of them wait for you in the kitchen, being able to tell by the smell that Delia had cooked and seeing them wait so patiently and excitedly makes your heart melt a little.

Delia gets up to greet you first, taking your bag for you and setting it aside before greeting you by pulling you into a hug. As you enter the kitchen, you try your best to hide your trembling and bleeding hands but as Billie equally pulls you into a hug, Wilhemina instantly stares in horror at your hands.

,,Y/N? What is that?'' she questions sternly, concern lacing in her voice. Cordelia stops serving the food, before walking over and taking your hands into her own. ,,Sweetheart what happened?'' she asks softly, instantly ushering you to the sink, to tend to your wounds. Billie walks over, taking one look at your hands before her eyebrows furrow ,,Did you get in a fight babydoll?'' she asks, usually a joke would have followed the question but your serious expression and trembling, leaves no room for her jokes.

Cordelia hooks your chin, making your eyes meet hers. ,,Darling, this will sting but I don't want it to get infected alright?'' you simply nod. You discard your gaze and look out the window, feeling embarassed that they have seen it in the first place. After Cordelia finishes cleaning and tending to your wounds, she kisses them gently and after the trembling stops, she suggests for you to get changed before dinner.

,,Something is going on'' Wilhemina states after giving it enough time for you to make it up the stairs. Her voice laced with concern, her features stern.

,,She wouldn't have gotten into a fight, that's not like her'' Cordelia softly suggests to calm her lover down but her voice and features betraying her.

,,Let's just talk to her'' Billie softly suggests as she hears you enter the kitchen.

Nervously, you take a seat next to Billie. Cordelia hovering nearby, her eyes filled with concern and empathy as she serves dinner. The room is deadly quiet. The only noises being heard, the cutlery moving across the plates.

,,So what happened babydoll?'' Billie asks softly, giving you a comforting yet reassuring smile.

,,It's just a scratch, no need to worry'' you mumble, having no idea how to explain the whole thing altogether.

As you look up, you can tell this answer isn't sufficient and as you see Wilhemina's gaze lingering on yours you quickly add ,,I just fell at work earlier''.

Billie's brow furrows with concern as she inspects your hands yet again, her hand meeting your leg and placing it there to comfort you. ,,Poor sweetheart, how did that happen?'' Cordelia asks, being able to tell through her supreme abilities that you are in fact telling the truth.

,,I don't know, I was just walking to the car, then I tripped and tried to balance and then I fell'' you explain, the embarrassment of the situation and their gazes on you coating your cheeks in a dark tone of red.

,,Looks like you took quite a spill'' Billie adds, pouting a little as Delia tilts her head in that worried but adoring way.

,,Did you hurt yourself anywhere else sweetheart?'' Cordelia quickly asks but you shake your head.

Hoping the conversation is over, you look around the room, seeing content yet still worried faces, Delia and Billie knowing the truth. For a moment the weight lifts off your shoulders replaced by the warmths of your lovers and support. However, as your eyes meet Wilhemina's you shiver a little. You see a flicker of something else, lurking behind her brown eyes.

,,Wh- What's wrong Mina?'' you ask, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you meet her icy gaze. Causing for Billie and Cordelia to meet the redheads eyes as well.

Wilhemina's expression hardens, her jaw set in a tight line as she averts her gaze, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

,,What's wrong?' she spits, her voice sharp with anger as she fixes you with her gaze.

,,What' wrong is that I don't even't recognise you anymore'' she states. Your breath gets caught in your throat and before Cordelia can open her mouth to deescalate the situation, the redhead opens hers yet again. ,,What's wrong is that you aren't honest with us''. she states bluntly.

You recoil at the force of Wilhemina's words, the weight of her anger crashing down upon you like a tidal wave. ,,I-'' you stammer, trying to find the right thing to say, your voice barely above a whisper, as you struggle to find the words to express what has been going on.

Cordelia is quick to intervene, her gentle words breaking through Wilhemina's icy ones. ,,She isn't lying darling, I can tell''. But Wilhemina isn't so easily appeased. With a frustration sigh, her gaze averts yours yet again, her shoulders tense with anger. ,,She may not be lying about the fall but she hasn't been honest with us either''.

Billie now turns to her confused, her hand still on your thigh now squeezing it slightly. ,,What you mean?'' she asks, impatience lacing her words.

,,Are you going to tell them?'' Wilhemina turns to you again, her words cutting through you like knifes. The strictness in her voice and the sharpness of her words, cause your vulnerability to get ahold of you, tears spilling from your eyes.

Your chair scrapes across the kitchen floor, as you get up, Billie's hand leaving from your thigh. ,,I'm sorry for spoiling dinner'' you apologise to Cordelia before walking away.

The three of them watch you leave, each of them contemplating whether to follow you. Billie gets up first, but Cordelia gently stops her ,,Let her calm down a minute, honey'' she coos.

,,What was that all about?'' Billie snaps, angry with Wilhemina's harsh words and how they affected you. The redhead looks down, hating for the way the conversation and evening took a turn.

,,I know you didn't mean to upset her my love but can you explain please?'' Delia pleas, her hand reaching for Wilhemina's across the dining table.

Wilhemina inhales sharply before meeting Cordelia's eyes, her calmness keeping her centred. ,,Haven't you noticed?'' the redhead asks confused, worry overtaking her that she read the signs wrong.

,,Noticed what?'' Billie asks confused, her eyes pleading for answers.

,,Y/N hasn't been sleeping. I think it's been about a week, I assume that's why she fell also'' Wilhemina states.

Her words suddenly hit the other two in the face like a slap from reality. Of course Billie had noticed the tossing and turning and the way the ashtray was always full in the morning, an indication you did in fact steal away in the middle of the night. The supreme had noticed but didn't know the extend of the situation as she faces an internal battle of fear and worries. She feels like she let you down, not noticing and intervening before this happened.

As you retreat to the comfort of the bedroom, the weight of Wilhemina's words hang heavy in the air, the harshness cutting through you like a knife. Tears stream down your cheeks as you collapse onto the bed, the weight of this day and the insomnia crashing down on you.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Cordelia, Billie and Wilhemina sit in silence the weight of the evening's revelations weighing heavily upon them each in their own ways. Cordelia's brow furrows with concern again as she squeezes Wilhemina's hand. ,,My love, I know you didn't mean to upset her'' she begins, her voice soft and soothing as she meets the redheads gaze.

,,We need to talk to her about what's going on and how we can help her'' she suggests softly. Wilhemina's shoulders tense in response but she nods, her heart heavy with regret. ,,I know'' she whispers her voice filled with remorse.

,,I just didn't realise how bad the insomnia has been until today. I feel like I have failed her'' Billie admits. Cordelia reaches out her other hand to the blonde woman, holding it gently. ,,You haven't failed anyone, Billie''.

,,Our little one is great at hiding things from us unfortunately'' Delia explains. ,,I think we should try and talk to her'' she adds afterwards, having let some time pass by now. With a heavy sigh Billie and Wilhemina nod in agreement. As they stand from the table, their gazes fixed on the staircase, they all agree. ,,Let's try''.

As the three of them enter your shared bedroom, the weight of their concern hangs heavy in the air, their footsteps soft against the wooden floor as they approach you, including gentle cane taps from Wilhemina. Their hearts filled with a mixture of worry and love.

You look up from where you are sitting on the edge of the bed, your tear stained cheeks betraying how you truly feel and have been feeling. The sight in front of you only causes for more tears to spill as you see their faces filled with so much worry. You hated this, this is exactly why you didn't want to tell them about the sleeping problem or the fall. You always feel as if they have more important things to do and worry about, not wanting to burden them with your stuff, unbeknownst to you that ,,your stuff'' was all they wanted to hear about and support you with.

Cordelia is the first to speak, her voice soft yet filled with determination as she take a seat beside you, her gaze filled with empathy and understanding. ,,Darling, do you think you are ready to talk to us?'' her voice gentle yet tinged with a sense of urgency as she reaches out to take your hand into her own. Her perfume lingering in the air, honey and vanilla momentarily make you feel calm and content.

You simply nod in response, knowing now you couldn't keep it in any longer, also the exhaustion from the insomnia slowly clouding your senses and making it hard to think. The room fills with silence as you struggle to express the depth of your exhaustion. Billie moves to sit on your other side, her presence and smell of expensive perfume and a hint of cigarette, causing you to feel a little more calmer. ,,We're here babydoll'' she says, her voice filled with warmth as she wraps you into her arms.

Wilhemina remains leaning on her cane from a slight distance, her gaze fixated on you. ,,Y/N.. I-'' she struggles, fighting her internal battles. ,,I'm sorry for what I said before, I was simply worried about you''. Her voice is filled with regret as she approaches you slowly. Tears swell in your eyes at hearing Wilhemina's words, knowing she isn't usually one to apologise and the burden of the argument from before lifting off your shoulders a little. With a trembling hand you reach out to take hers, offering her a silent reassurance of gratitude and forgiveness.

,,Sweetie'' Cordelia asks after a while as the four of you sit beside each other. ,,Hm?'' you ask feeling tired from the past couple of days. ,,How long haven't you been sleeping?'' she asks gently and your gaze averts hers. Billie watches as you chew your bottom lip anxiously, squeezing you a little closer.

,,A week'' you whisper, scared of their reaction. Cordelia's brow furrows with worry, her heart aching at the thought of your suffering. ,,A week?!'' Billie questions, unable to believe the depth of your statement.

,,Oh darling, why haven't you told us? We could have helped you'' Cordelia questions, her head tilting as she tries to meet your gaze.

Tears well up in your eyes, Wilhemina quick to catch them this time. ,,I didn't want to burden you, the three of you have enough on your plate'' you whisper again, barely audible. Your voice filled with remorse before you struggle to meet her brown eyes.

,,Darling girl, you couldn't ever burden us'' Billie is quick to reassure. ,,You bring so much joy into our lives'' the medium adds, her features brightening at the love confession.

,,Sweetheart, we are here for you always, but I think we need to do something about this hm?'' Cordelia softly suggests and you nod tiredly, at this point ready to try anything they suggest or do.

Three sets of brown eyes meet each other, being able to tell they might have a shot at this tonight as you seem as exhausted as ever before. ,,Billie, would you be okay to heat her up some dinner, she barely ate?'' Cordelia asks gently and Billie nods, before pressing a kiss to your cheek and doing as she was asked to.

,,Come on sweetheart'' Cordelia suggests and helps you up. ,,Where are we going?'' you ask confused before she softly chuckles and explains ,,We are going to have a nice relaxing bath, that sounds good?'' she asks with an adorable beaming smile that makes you melt.

Before you approach the bathroom, you turn around to see your redhead lover still sitting on the bed, smiling softly at you. Your features suddenly crease and her eyes are quick to meet yours. ,,Mina?'' you whisper and she is quick to pull herself up, holding onto her cane and making her way over. ,,Please don't go anywhere'' you whisper and Cordelia's heart aches at the statement as her eyes meet the redheads. Her lip forms into a small pout before explaining ,,I'm not going anywhere, little one''. She presses a kiss to your cheek before you smile relieved at her words and follow Cordelia into the bathroom.

Delia makes sure to use some of her favourite lavender bath salts as she runs the bath. In a few quick swift motions, she helps you undress and as you settle into the warm embrace of the water, Cordelia sitting beside you, her presence making you feel comfortable. She reaches out to take your hand into hers before asking ,,Is it okay if I wash your hair sweetheart?'' and you nod sleepily in response.

With gentle hands, she massages the shampoo into your scalp and soon after the conditioner. With each splash of warm water and her soft touch, gentle against your skin, she eases the tension from your tired muscles. She speaks softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection as she whispers words of affection and comfort, reminding you that you aren't alone and will never be.

As the minutes pass, the tension slowly begins to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace that washers over you like a gentle tide. Cordelia continues to show you her lovely care, as she helps you dry off, putting you in some of her comfortable pjs, some socks Mina had knitted a while ago. Sensing your exhaustion and sleep slowly and finally creeping up on you, she simply scoops you up into her arms. As she carries you back to the bedroom, her steps are light, her touch comforting and reassuring as she whispers words of love and reassuring into your ears.

As Cordelia sits you down gently, wrapping you in some blankets, she can tell that sleep is about to consume you, but she makes sure that you at least have some food and water beforehand. After doing as they ask your eyes feel heavy and with each blink you can see their faces as they sit next to you at the edge of the bed, smiling softly at you, each with loving and adoring eyes.

,,Tired'' you mumble and this causes for Billie to chuckle softly. ,,You rest now my love'' Cordelia whispers gently, her voice filled with content and tenderness as she presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Before your eyes close they wander to Wilhemina one more time ,,It' okay, I'll be right here and I won't go anyway she reassures.

At last sleep washes over your exhausted and tired body. The soft low light in the corner of the room providing you the feeling of safety, the warmth of the covers making you feel comfortable and their presence making you feel safe. They keep their promise, staying with you throughout the night. Neither of them leaving your side and with each little noise or movement that escapes you, they are right there, ready to tend to their strong little fighter, relieved you opened up to them eventually and that they could be by your side.

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