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kenlvry · 2 years ago

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LISTEN TO ME RN HEAT ME TF OUT STANS GANG + CRAIG DOIGN THE LIPSTICK TREND FROM TICTOK WITH READER

the lipstick trend with stan and craigs team

an, I AM LISTENLING ANON DONT WORRY. no idea what you mean by heat out though 🤨 , 17-18 and gn reader but use of her in tolkiens

kenny

he was the one who suggested it, it came across his fyp one day and he sent it to you "lets do this come over rn." "you asked, why dont you come to my house? 🤨" "why don't i cum in your mom" "HUH 😧" "im here."

you both definitely argue on what lipstick you should wear "okay but i don't even use pink lipstick" "well you should" "its light colour its not gonna appear" "well fuck 😒"

the process of kissing his face is wild, he would suggest to do his lips as the first place "KENNY HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS TREND IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH ME" "ITS NOT MY FAULT"

after like2 hours you finally get the lipstick on his face. now the tiktok was even harder he wouldn't stop laughing. you'd give up and he apologises while laughing

thank god you guys were able to finish it under 1 hour it turned out really good, at the end of the video he kissed you and you wanted to cut that part but he said keep it for like and its true the comments were all about the kiss on the last clip

kyle

okay he too wanted to ask you first but he was kinda shy and waited for you to ask and you did!! woohoo for kyle

"kyle wanna do this" "OKAY" he insists on picking your lipstick and picks the ugliest colour like what 😐

to him there was no such thing as an ugly colour buy it didn't suit your face so no way.

the process of it was calm, he at first wanted to put on the lipstick for you but you looked like a clown has mans never put on lipstick??

he watches you as you kiss him and reapply lipstick and then kiss him again, he feels like a princess fr 🤭🤭

he hasn't seen his face yet so when you record and he saw his face he laughs out loud, "LMAO WHY DO I LIKE THAT??" "WDYM"

you would tell him to take off his hat which he refuses but you looked too cute, when it posted cartman was first to comment and you can already tell what he commented "ew gay" your followers defended you two though 🤭

stan

stan blushes internally when you ask him. "sure im down" DEEP DOWN HE WANTS KIDNAP YOY AND KEEP YOU TO HIMSELF

"what lipstick do you think matches me best, pink or red?" "id say my tip colour" "WHAT 😧"

he has to hold in the very urge to puke every time you kiss him because like you look so cute omg.

he looks in the mirror and is js like "damn, i did it". HE LOVES IT SOOOO MUCH YOU CAN TELL HE'S BLUSHING ONGG ‼️

he even directs you like "do here next, okay now here" its so cute 🤭🤭

when you record and the camera pans to him, he smiles and covers his face blushing bc he can't contain it. it was such a cute video and got iver 2 mil likes. cartman definitely commented "i bet you had to change your clothes 10 times"

cartman

"cartman lets do this" "what." "wdym? cmon its cute" "y/n no offense but that is the most gayest shit i've ever seen" " NO ITS NOT UTS CUTE" "my reputation is at stake if i do that be so for real" "okay I'm asking kyle then" "lets do it."

he actually been wanting to ask you for weeks now but doesn't know how so winwin. you take your absolute time picking your lipstick and he couldn't be more done with "hurry up this doesn't even effect anything" "shut up cartman if i use the right one people will ask what lipstick it is and i get views"

picking a lipstick was already a big deal just imagine the process "ew gay not on my lips" "cartman 😐" tbh he wish he could just make out with you rn but yk how mans is

now recording is even more a hassle "JUST SMILE IS IT SO HARD TO CRACK A SMILE" "NOT WHILE IM LOOKING LIKE THIS" the most he does is wipes your lipstick off and then he just gives a 🙄 look until the end of the video

the comments are just him getting teased at clydes commenting "NAHHH CAN'T BELIEVE HE AGREED TO THIS" kyles is "i can tell that this took a long time" and then wendys is "is that cartman or a clone of him". cartman is pissed af at the comment, he told you his reputation is at stake 😒.

he actually has it saved downloaded and also is his live wallpaper sooo.

butters

butters is the one who asked you this " um y/n can we do this? 😣" while twiddling his fingers, "OKAY"

he's all giddy and smily during the process, after every kiss his blushes intensifies and by the end of it he is just.. 🔴

even though it is the most simplest video ever he has to have a tutorial, he is asking questions for everything man, how do i wipe the lipstick, what do i do, do i smile when its on me , do i laugh??

you tell him what he thinks he should he and he starts kissing you bc rn the sexual tension between you two is intense (to him atleast, he thinks thinks hand holding is already intense)

everyone comments on how cute he is and yk how tiktok is so people comment "does he whimper" "submissive who?" and hes likw WHATTTTT 🧍

clyde

when you suggested this he nodded so hard his head probably was about to fall off. "clyde you wanna do this" "DO I???" ..... "well.. do you?" "i mean yeah it's like a way of- yes i wanna do it"

he loves any lipstick you wear so he lets you pick. after every kiss he looks in the mirror and kicks his feet giggling and you just stand there 🤨

he also tries to make it a makeout session like kenny, when you kissed on his lips he holds your neck and literally makes out with like cnon we have 9 more

when you first hit record and yk how the guy has to wipe your lipstick off, nah he grabbed you by the chin and slams his lips with yours "WHY DIS YOU DO THAT??" "its called content,you wouldn't know with your 9 likes and 70 views"

well you kept the clip and everyone in the comments were talking about it "need a boyfriend like you y/n" "why can't my boyfriend be like this" clyde is obviously gloating bc he had the idea.

tolkien

most romantic man you know, is the first to ask you. "y/n can we do this?" "OKAY BOO 😝"

"hmm which lipstick do you think babe?" "i think every lipstick makes you pretty, it doesn't matter if it doesn't suit you because in my eyes you look beautiful in anything ☺️" "what if i wore kim kardashians 2013 met gala dress" "might have to rethink what i said"

he smiles while you kiss him here and there, every once a while he kisses you back, it was such a cute moment for you two😝🤞🤞

when recording he looks at you while smiling during the whole video and it blew up fast because of that

"the way he looks at her" "wishing he was like this" "you got the bag that man is inlove", it blew in seconds fr

craig

"craig lets do-" "okay" "i didnt even ask you yet" "I'll do anything if its with you" "what if i asked you to have a threesome" ".....if its makes you happy idk.."

idk about you but i think he acts like he doesn't care but inside he is so happy you asked he's been wanting to ask you this but doesn't know how to start up the convo

he doesn't care what lipstick or where you kiss him, its just the way you press your lips on him and look at it then quickly reapply to do it again because it wasn't pigmented enough.

when recorded, he doesn't just wipe he makes you turn to face him by grabbing your chin, and he doesn't let go and just looks at you with those yk siren eyes.

people are simping over him ong "damn girlie share for us" "you mean OUR boyfriend" "tryna find someone as hot as him" and you are pissed fr he laughs at you cursing out the people, like bae dw my eyes only fo you 😝🤞

tweek

"tweek, wanna do this?" "but what if I can't remove the lipstick stain" "tweek what dw i have makeup remover" "WHAT IF THAT DOESN'T WORK 🤯🤯" "TWEEK"

okay so the lipstick may turn out ugly bc of how shaky he is but ITS OKAY BC ITS TWEEK DUH, "a-are you sure you dont want to redo this?" "tweek its fine"

he insists on redoing it the 2nd try turns our worse because he's even more twitchy because of how close you are☺️☺️☺️

his face is just red because he keeps wiping it off with his hands so you can redo it and its obvious too

recording it was so funny because you can't stop laughing at the smudge lipsticks

when posted the comments were so cute but... uh questionable some were "the way the smudges are so obvious 😭😭❤️" or "wishing my future relationship will be like this 🤭" and some were just "tip colour when?? 😜"

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aemondapologistfrfr · 2 months ago

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Book Club - Pt3

Part 1 Part 2

modern!aemond x fem!reader

Summary: You both get clarification about what’s going on between both of you. You both host a dinner for unexpected guests.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, fingering, handjob, p in v, unprotected

Authors Note: what the FUCK i’m so soft for this man rn 😩

Word Count: 5.2k

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Last Week

“Do you want to date? Go on a date? With me? Or am I reading too much into this?” Aemond gestures between us. “Is there a this? Us?” his cheeks are bright red as he looks anywhere but at me.

“Yes?” I tilt my head trying to hide my amusement and confusion. “I want to date and go on a date? Or?” his eye looks over me searching.

“You do?” I nod my head. “You want to date me?” he asks again.

“I would like to date you, Aemond.” his cheeks flush anew.

“And you want to go on a date with me?” he waits for my answer.

“I would like that very much.” a smile spreads across my face as I nod.

“Okay.” he nods looking at me. I chuckle and walk over to him before pulling him down into a soft kiss. “You’re sure you want to?” he pulls back. “Not just because you feel bad? Or obligated?” he looks down at me.

“I’m positive.” I cup his face with both of my hands, nodding my head. He pulls me into a tight hug and I hold him tightly in return.

Present

Aemond has stayed very secretive as to where he’s taking me. I’ve guessed plenty of things and he’s given nothing away, always shaking his head or chuckling. Even as we’re in the car on the way there he won’t give any clues. I squeeze his hand in frustration and he just places a kiss on it and keeps quiet with a smirk.

“You’ll know soon enough.” he chuckles as he parks the car. We walk up the stairs and into the lobby of a museum.

“This is actually perfect.” I look up at him. It's midweek so it’s not too crowded and we can walk around leisurely.

“You think?” he looks down at me with relief.

“Absolutely.” I pull him up to the counter. We walk through with tickets and make our way to the first exhibit. I slip my hand into his and he turns to me and smiles. We silently look through the exhibit holding close to one another and reading the small plaques. We make our way to the next portion with no rush.

“You’re sure it’s not too boring?” he chews his lip.

“I don’t think so.” I reassure him.

“You’re not just saying that?” he stops us to look down at me.

“Aem,” I chuckle. “There’s literally no other place I’d rather be than right here with you.” he relaxes and places a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.” his lips linger before he pulls back.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” I hum brushing his cheek before leading us over to the next display. We continue to walk around the museum in no rush and point out things to each other. After a couple hours of trailing around the building we make our way back to his car.

“I’d like to take you out to lunch.” he hums from the driver's side.

“You mean you’re not going to cook for us?” I gasp and he turns to me with red cheeks.

“I can if that’s what you would prefer?” he chews on his lip.

“I was joking.” I lean across and kiss him. “I’ll be happy wherever you take me.” I hum and kiss him once more before settling back into my seat. He drives us to a local cafe and we step inside hand in hand. We’re seated by the windows and I look across at him and smile.

“I’m really happy you enjoyed today.” he hums admiring me.

“I enjoy all of my time with you.” I watch his neck flush at my words.

“There’s also some book stores on this road if you want to go check them out after?” he chews on his lip.

“I would like that.” he smiles and our waitress comes and drops off our food and drinks. We eat in a comfortable silence and offer each other tastes of our foods. We finish up and slip back out onto the street. We slow to a languid pace and he slips his fingers into mine.

“After you.” Aemond holds the door open for me and follows me into the used bookstore. We walk around the aisles stealing kisses from one another with red cheeks.

“Let’s pick out books for each other.” I turn to him enthusiastically.

“Any kind?” he tilts his head with a smile. I nod and we separate. I start off in the romance section and find a couple of books that would turn his face red but continue looking. I end in the thriller section and find a book I would be interested in hearing about and pick this one for him. I search around the store for him and sneak up behind him.

“Did you find one?” I ask from behind him and he turns with a smirk.

“I did. What about you?” he looks at my hands.

“I’m excited to hear about this. I may read it for myself after if it’s good.” I hand him the book I picked out. He hands me my book and I look over the back reading the synopsis. “This sounds good too.” I look up at him.

“Want to go back to mine and read?” he grabs my book and brings us to the counter.

“I would love that.” I lean into his side as he buys our books.

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Aem: A package was delivered with your name on it to my house?

Y/n: I ordered you something. I forgot to say something 🤭 You can open it if you want.

Aem: I’ll wait until you come over later. I don’t know why you’ve gotten me another gift.

Y/n: Because I can and I like to watch you blush when you open them.

Aem: 🙄

Y/n: You finally used an emoji!!!!!!!!!!!

Aem: I guess you’re rubbing off on me.

Y/n: Of course, I know how much you love when I rub against you.

Aem: I will see you later. 🫣

Y/n: 😘

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“How was work?” I reach up and place a soft kiss on his lips as I walk through his front door.

“It was alright. My mother was questioning me all day about you.” I tilt my head at his words.

“You told her about me?” I raise an eyebrow.

“She stopped over and saw your package. She wants to meet you very badly.” he chews on his lip.

“And what did you say to her?” I look up at him with a soft smile.

“That I would ask you first.” he brushes his knuckles against my cheek.

“Do you want to introduce me to her?” I nibble my lip.

“I think she would adore you.” he nods. “But I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“What did you tell her about me?” I walk closer to him.

“That you’re so very sweet to me and that we read books together. That you help me with dishes.” he cups my cheeks. “That you kiss my face and call me handsome and beautiful.” he places a soft kiss on my lips. He pulls back and I cup his jaw and bring him back down to me. I deepen our kiss as his hands slide around my waist pulling me flush against him. I kiss down his jaw and pepper kisses across his neck.

“You are so very handsome and beautiful, Aemond.” I murmur against his neck and his hold on me tightens and I pull back to gaze up at him.

“Do you want to meet my mother? Or is it too much? Too soon? I should’ve waited to ask you.” he spirals shaking his head with a furrowed brow.

“I would love to meet your mother.” I place my hand on his chest trying to soothe him. “Just let me know when and I’ll be here.” I reach up and place a kiss on his nose.

“Really?” he searches my face.

“Really.” I nod my head.

“Is at the end of the week okay?” he chews his lip.

“It’s not like I’m not here every night as is.” a small smile starts to spread across his face as he relaxes.

“Perfect. I’ll cook us dinner.” his smile broadens and I smile with him.

“Where’s the package so I can give you your gift?” I watch his cheeks flush.

“On the couch.” I tug him over with me and we take a seat as I hand him the package.

“Why do you keep getting me things?” he looks at the gift in his hands.

“Because I think you’ll like them.” I nod for him to open it and smile as he pulls it out and looks at it.

“An apron?” he turns to me with a smile.

“You cook so much and your clothes are so nice I don’t want them to get ruined.” I smile as he pulls out the second one.

“I don't think this one will fit me.” he turns to me with a worried expression.

“That one’s mine. I thought I could start helping you.” I smile, grabbing it from his hands. “I’m not that good of a cook but you can teach me.”

“I don’t mind cooking for you.” he scrunches his brows.

“I just want to help. I can just boil the water or something.” a laugh bubbles out of his mouth.

“Boiling water requires an apron?” he smirks.

“Well I want a cute apron too. Even if you make me sit in the chair the whole time.” I purse my lips looking at him.

“You’re already so cute.” my cheeks flush at his words while he pulls me into his lap.

“I missed you today.” my voice is full of need as I card my fingers through his hair.

“Did you?” he hums looking up at me.

“I did. I just wanna kiss you.” I look at his lips and then back up to his eye. His hand wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me down to him. Our lips press against one another and I whine as his other hand finds a home on my lower back. He pulls me closer against him while he slips his tongue into my mouth. I absentmindedly roll my hips into his and he groans into my mouth. His hands find their way to my hips and grinds me against him. “This is more than just a kiss.” I pant against his lips.

“You started it.” he chuckles, capturing my lips once more. I continue to roll my hips into him and feel him begin to harden beneath me. His fingers dig into my hips, stilling me. “If we continue we’ll have a late dinner.” he looks at me with a dark eye.

“We could just order in.” I move my hips against him as much as his grip will allow.

“And not use the aprons you so kindly bought us?” he pulls back looking at me mischievously. “We can wait.” he kisses me once more before lifting me off his lap.

“Aem,” I whine from the side of the couch.

“While you pout I’m going to go start dinner.” he chuckles, grabbing the apron and walking to the kitchen.

I had an idea in mind when I bought us these and what better time to do it than now? We’re both already worked up so I stand with a smile painted on my face. I slowly start to remove my clothes until I’m left in my panties and then slip the apron over my front. I tie it into a bow and walk down the hall quietly to look in the mirror. I nod to myself and make my way back to the kitchen. He half turns his head when I walk in and goes back to whatever task he was doing.

“Is there anything you need help with?” I come to his side and lean over the counter. He turns to look at me and I watch his eye darken. He turns off the stove and moves his current task out of the way. He stands back and looks at me. “So you don’t need any help?” I bat my eyelashes at him while scooting closer to him.

“Was this your plan all along?” he grabs my chin.

“Maybe.” I bite my lip smiling. He turns me around and squeezes my ass. His hand snakes up my sides and cups my breast. “Aem,” his other hand roughly grabs my other as I press back into him. He pinches my nipples and I gasp. One of his hands slides around the side and he trails his fingers between my thighs.

“What do you want?” he pushes my front against the counter and holds me there with a hand spread across my middle back.

“Anything you’ll give me.” I look back at him.

“And if I don’t want to give you anything.” his fingers dig into my ass pulling a moan from me.

“I’ll beg.” I mumble spreading my legs. His other hand leaves my back to find a place on my other cheek and squeezes my flesh. “Please Aemond,” I whine and his hand lands roughly on my cheek. “Please,” I arch my ass up to his hands.

“What are you begging for?” his voice taunting as he trails a single finger down my covered slit.

“Touch me.” I whine, trembling beneath him.

“I am.” I can hear the smirk in his voice. He presses into my heat and I whimper. He continues to move his fingers around my wet panties with a featherlight touch. I squirm beneath him as he offers little pressure around my bud. He lifts me off the counter again and presses me against his chest. One of his hands grabs onto one of my breasts roughly kneading the tender flesh.

“Aemond,” his name is followed by a loud moan as he dips his fingers into my panties. His fingers slide through my wetness as I gasp and tremble against him.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispers against my neck as he starts to swirl around my bud.

“Yes,” I nod my head. His fingers move quicker against me as small gasps leave my mouth.

“What do you say?” his voice low as he dips two fingers into my core. I flutter around him at his words as he starts a steady rhythm.

“Thank you, Aemond.” I pant. His fingers start to slam into me and he has to hold me against him to keep me up right. I cry out his name as my pleasure starts to wash through me. His fingers don’t falter and continue to push into me.

“How does that feel?” he chuckles against my neck. “I can feel you squeezing me so tightly. When I rub here,” he curls his fingers and I let out a small cry. “This is when you start to get really wet for me.” I whine, feeling my legs start to shake. “Then all I have to do is circle my thumb a little faster,” my stomach starts to tighten. “And you fall right apart.” he licks across my neck as I pulse against him whimpering.

“Fuck me, please Aemond, please.” I shake in his arms as he slowly removes his fingers and trails them along my thighs.

“Mm, but I have to make us dinner.” he hums, still caressing me.

“Please,” I whine.

“I thought you wanted to boil water in your apron?” I whine as his fingers travel back up to my breasts.

“I also said ‘or something’,” I push back into him as he rolls my nipples.

“I didn’t know that ‘or something’ meant begging to be fucked.” he chuckles squeezing my tender flesh.

“Please,” I roll my hips back against him. “Aem, please.” I whimper as his hands leave my body. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to the dining room before laying me back on the table. He pulls my panties off and watches me as he spreads his fingers through my wetness. His other hand pulls the top of the apron to the side to expose my breast before he grabs it.

“I think these aprons were more self indulgent.” he says lowly while slipping two fingers in.

“You don’t like them?” my voice breathy and I bite my lip to hold back a moan.

“I do.” he nods his head before pulling away to remove his. “You look perfect like this.” he starts to unbutton his pants and I spread my legs wider. He frees himself and leans over me to capture my lips. His tip slides through my wetness as I squirm beneath him. He brushes against my core and I buck my hips, whining into his mouth. “Just begging for it.” he chuckles and pushes in.

“Aemond move,” I jerk my hips and he chuckles, kissing against my neck. He stays still as he licks down my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I roll my hips against his and he bites my nipple in response. I shutter as he slowly pulls out to push back in to not move again. He pushes the other side of the apron to the center of my chest and moves his mouth over to my other nipple. He starts to slowly move his hips and I gasp below him. He pushes into me harshly and releases my nipple.

“Gods, look at you.” he starts to pump into me and I moan, sliding against the table.

“Please, Aem,” I whine reaching for him to kiss me. His lips press to mine as his hips start to rock faster. I cry into his mouth as my stomach starts to tighten. I gasp as he swirls against my bud. “Yes, Ae-“ my voice cracks as I burst around him and he snaps into my one last time before filling me. He rests his forehead against mine as I continue to writhe beneath him.

“Will you let me make you dinner now?” he lifts his head up and smiles.

“I guess so.” he chuckles at my breathy words and pulls out.

“Go get dressed.” he pulls me up and scoots me down the hall while he goes back to the kitchen.

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I wait in the living room as Aemond rushes around the house waiting for his mother to arrive. I’ve tried to get him to sit down and relax with me but he’s on edge. He’s nervous and no amount of reassurance will soothe him. The doorbell chimes and he stops what he’s doing and looks at me with a wide eye.

“Are you sure?” he asks for the tenth time.

“I’m sure.” I nod standing up. When he opens the door I see his whole family and know he’s going to freak out.

“I thought it was only going to be you, mother.” he hums, kissing the side of her head, ushering her in with a smile on his face.

“Oh, but it’s been so long since we all have been together.” she smiles at him and walks over to me. “You must be Y/n.” she pulls me into a hug and I try to keep an eye on Aemond as the rest of his family filters in.

“Lovely to meet you.” I pull back and offer her a smile.

“Gods, Aemond. You didn’t say how beautiful she was.” a shorter, messier version of him enters my line of vision.

“That’s enough.” his mother hisses.

“I’m Helaena.” his sister offers me a small wave.

“Viserys shut the door.” his mother yells at the old man in the entryway.

“Oh, of course.” he turns and I spot Aemond staring at me in worry and I make my way over to him.

“I’m so sorry.” he looks down at me with scrunched brows.

“It’s going to be fine. We’ll get through it.” I offer him a soft smile and pat his chest. “Do you want me to help you cook?” I tilt my head and his eye locks on me.

“Do not put that apron on.” his words low as his eye darkens. He lifts his head up and looks to his family spread across his living room. “Come.” his hand slips in mine as he pulls me towards his mother.

“I’m Alicent, I never got to offer you my name.” she smiles, pushing his brother's legs off the table. “This is Aegon. Helaena. Viserys.” she gestures around the living room and looks at me and Aemond expectantly.

“I’m Y/n. I’m thankful to finally meet you all.” I smile at all of them.

“Maybe if he ever left this house you would’ve met us.” Aegon sighs, throwing his head back on the couch. “If you ever get bored you can always come to the family house.” he tosses a look to Aemond who is rigid next to me. “I’m sure we could find something for you to do.”

“How kind, Aegon.” Viserys nods his head.

“I quite like Aemonds company and don’t find it boring. We find plenty to do here.” I smile up at him but find him glaring at Aegon.

“Well the offer is always there.” Aegon drawls with a smirk.

“We’re going to start dinner. I’ll have to see if I have enough for everyone. I didn’t anticipate so many guests.” his voice clipped as he turns to his mother. We enter the kitchen and I stop him and turn in towards me.

“Are you okay?” I ask cupping his face.

“I really want tonight to be over.” he closes his eye and inhales deeply. “I don’t even know if I have enough food. I didn’t want to cook a large meal. It’s going to be hours before they even leave..” he shakes his head blinking up at the ceiling.

“I’m here with you, Aem. What can I do to help you? Actually help you.” I pull his face back towards mine and search his eye. He sends me off to the pantry to look for more pasta and I come back with more than enough. He pulls things out of the fridge and brings things down from the cabinets and I stand back trying not to be in his way.

“I’m going to need you to actually boil water tonight.” he murmurs, mixing a sauce and adding things in.

“Of course.” I nod, coming to his side.

“Could you make me a cup of tea?” he asks softly, glancing at me. I quickly make the tea and bring the steaming cup over to him and see he has a pot out on the stove for me. “Thank you.” he relaxes as he takes a sip. He drinks some more before dipping down and stealing a kiss before he starts to cook again. “Just watch it and make sure it doesn’t boil over.” he goes back to his sauce.

“Look at you two.” Alicents voice spreads throughout the kitchen and he hums in greeting. “I came to find drinks. Usually you’re more welcoming.” she places her hand on his shoulder and he stops moving. She walks over to the fridge missing the movement but I brush my fingers against his in comfort and he goes back to his task.

“I’m sorry, mother.” he mumbles, cutting up another ingredient. She says another off handed comment about him not having a beverage she likes and he exhales loudly. She leaves the kitchen and I see his shoulders tense again.

“Aem,” he shakes his head at me.

“What if I kick them out?” he turns and looks down at me. “They don’t deserve to meet you. My mother should’ve come alone or not at all.” he clenches his jaw.

“It’s just me and you right now. Like we do every night. Make dinner and talk. What’s going on out there doesn’t concern us yet.” I nod up to him. “We’re almost done. All we have to do is eat and then you can kick them out.” I pull him against me.

“Do you think I’m boring?” his voice small as he looks down at me.

“No.” I furrow my brows.

“Do you hate that we just stay in? What if I am keeping you locked up? Am I?” he shakes his head as his thoughts spiral.

“No, hey, Aem.” I grab his face and make him look at me. “My sweet, caring, and sensitive boy.” I coo, placing a soft kiss on his lips. When I open my eyes again his cheeks are flushed and his breathing is heavier. “I love the time we spend together.” I nod to him and he nods with me. “Let’s get through this dinner.” he exhales and starts making dinner again.

“Thank you.” he kisses me quickly and then begins to finish up dinner. We bring the food out to the dining room and his family begins to filter in. He pulls out my chair for me and sits next to me.

“This looks divine, Aemond. Thank you.” Alicent hums.

“Such talent.” Viserys nods before serving himself. The talk is scarce around the table. We all focus on our meal much to my relief. I can feel how uncomfortable Aemond is next to me and I wish I could wrap this dinner up quicker.

“I can take everyone’s plates.” Aemond stands abruptly next to me.

“I can help you.” I smile softly up to him before I stand. I see his nostrils flare as I start to collect the plates. We walk to the kitchen in silence and he starts to silently wash the dishes and then hands them to me.

“Your sauce was perfect. That was probably the best pasta I've ever had.” I grab the pan and start to dry it.

“Thank you.” he turns the sink off and looks at me. “I want to tell them to leave.” he sighs, drying his hands before offering me the towel.

“Then tell them to leave.” I look up to him nodding my head. I can tell how uncomfortable he is and dinner is over so there’s no reason for them to stay.

“Will you stay?” he searches my eyes.

“Of course.” I nod my head pulling him against me. He leads me back out to the dining room and we sit back down and his family looks at us. “Well it’s getting late so..” he looks at his mother.

“Oh, already?” she tilts her head at him. “I guess.” she half frowns and Viserys starts to push his chair back.

“We can make more plans later on.” he clears his throat standing to walk them to the door. “Tonight was great. I wish I would’ve known you all were coming and so could’ve prepared more.” he offers them a tight lipped smile.

“Lovely to meet you all.” I smile at them from Aemonds side as they make their way out. He shuts the door and clicks it locked and turns to me with a frown. “What can I do to make you feel better, sweet boy?” I pull him against me and his facial features start to soften.

“I don’t know.” he shakes his head, hugging me closer.

“Do you want me to make you some tea while you read?” I rub his back. He nods and I send him to the library while I make him tea. I finish leaning up around the table and kitchen while the water boils. I mix in some honey and begin my way to him. I find him sitting up on the couch staring at the book in his hands.

“I don’t want to read.” he looks up to me as I stand in front of him.

“That’s okay.” I cup his cheek. “Do you still want your tea?” I ask softly.

“Yeah.” I offer it to him and he takes a couple drinks before placing it back on the table and looking back up at me. “I just- I don’t know.” he looks away from me and I cup his face.

“It’s okay.” I nod my head encouraging him to tell me what he wants.

“I just want to be held.” his voice barely audible and my heart hurts at his words.

“Of course, sweet boy.” I pull him up and lead him to his room. Once we enter I bring him to the bed and he stops us and starts to pull off my clothes. I help him remove his and he pulls off his eye patch. We crawl into bed and he lays his head against my chest.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbles against my skin.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I brush my fingers through his hair. His hold on me tightens and I run my other hand down his jaw. He nestles into my chest and I wrap my arms around him holding him against me. A sigh falls from my lips as he presses small kisses against my warm skin. As his hips brush against me I feel his hardening length press against my leg.

“Let me take care of you.” I hum and he looks up at me.

“Please,” his eye locks on me. I swipe my thumb against his leaking tip and he sighs against me. My fingers ghost along his length and he sucks a nipple into my mouth. I gasp as his tongue swirls around me and I wrap my fingers around his base. He leaks more and I use it to help my hand glide against him. I slowly start to pump him while keeping my other arm wrapped around him.

“Doing so good for me.” I kiss his forehead moving my hand faster. He whines against my chest pressing his teeth into me. My hand slides past his base and he gasps against my skin jerking up into my arm. “It’s okay, just let go.” I murmur into his hair while I wrap my fingers around him once more.

“I wanna- I wanna come inside you, please,” his voice wrecked as he looks up at me. I lay him back on the bed and straddle him. I slowly sink down onto him and he shakes beneath me.

“You feel so good.” I rock my hips against him and his hands rest on my thighs. I start to move up and down on him pulling gasps from my own mouth. He cups my breasts as I move and lifts up to suck my nipple back into his mouth. “Aem,” my voice starts to break and I chase my high. I grind down against him and the friction has me pulsing around him. He fills me in the same moment with his teeth latched on to me. He licks against his bite mark and lays me down on his chest.

“Can I just stay inside?” he whispers in my hair, trailing his fingers down my spine. I nod my head and we begin to hold and caress one another whispering sweet words.

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zevrra · 3 months ago

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hii!! i hope your doing well, im not sure if your requests are open rn

but if they are open, can you please write for Gaara (naruto) x fem reader who’s love language is physical touch? (hand holding, hugs, etc)

🫶 thank you!!

A Shared Touch—

tags: anon request, 18+ characters, gaara x fem!reader, pure fluff, gaara’s love language is 100% physical touch, this is so sappy and lovey dovey jshshs

creator notes: thanks for requesting! hope this is what you had in mind (bc i had no idea what to do im so sorry i wrote this at 2 am kshssjh)!! but i also hope you are doing well and that you enjoy this! thanks again!! ❤️

Sunlight warms your face as you sit at a wooden table. You sit in silence with yourself. Accompanied only by the sound of a soft breeze and a few chirping birds. A range of flowers sits before you, ranging anything from chrysanthemum to peons. Besides the flowers sits a pair of scissors. Using them to cut stems off of a few flowers here and there as you put together a small bouquet.

“What are you doing?” A soft voice asks from inside the doorway to the greenhouse you sit inside of.

Turning to look at the source of the voice and you find your loving boyfriend. A smile as warm as the sun shines on his face and you can’t help but mimic it. “I couldn’t sleep. Came here to do some arranging.” You respond. Watching fondly as he makes his way to your side.

He still wears the clothes he had slept in. He must have just woken up and upon finding your side of the bed came straight out to look for you. The sleepy was still in his eyes even as they look upon you with love.

A chilly hand touches your shoulder, moving to soothe across your neck. His teal eyes glance at your project before looking back at you. “They look as beautiful as you do.” Gaara compliments you.

For the years you had been together it took him quite a while to willingly touch you. Skin on skin contact had been one of his biggest fears. For so long, anytime your hand would reach for his; you were met with a wall of sand. Any brush of skin would have him standing frozen in place. He had never done any of it on purpose though and you knew that. It was pure reflex for the deeply traumatized man. Now it almost felt like he never wanted to stop touching you. To never let you go so he would never have to fear being truly alone again.

You wave his compliment off with a smile. It was too early to be so sappy. You set down your scissors to fully turn and face Gaara. “What about you?” You ask curiously as you grab hold of his hand gently. “Off to some important kage meeting I assume?”

Gaara shakes his head, lifting your hand to his lips and placing a small kiss against your skin. “No, not yet anyway. Just missed you.” He admits with a shy look. Glancing from your pretty face to the flowers you had gotten up that morning to work on.

It was truly a miracle how far the two of you had come. Once, so long ago, he would never have reached for you first. Would have distanced himself as far as he could. But now he sought you out first. Missed you simply because you were not by his side the moment you both woke up. It made you feel wanted and loved. You could only hope he felt the same.

You stand with the help of your boyfriend. Leaning in to kiss him and he meets you halfway more than eagerly. After you two part, he guides you towards the door he had entered from as you two plan to return to your shared home.

“Let’s go make some breakfast.” You offer. Your fingers intertwine with his, giving his hand a tight squeeze. A reassuring gesture that you would never let him go either.

You’d have to return to your flowers later.

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captn-trex · 2 months ago

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a half-hearted escape

Hunter x F!Reader

word count: 3.4k

description: in the heat of the moment, you have a bad idea that would help you evade capture, but you never expected the accidental half-confession it draws from Hunter

warnings: kissing to escape capture trope, swearing, miscommunication kinda? steamy kissing but nothing crazy just some wandering hands, kinda cheesy perhaps

a/n: shamelessly inspired by that new girl season 2 episode (you'll see). this is just a short and sweet one :) because the Fives one I'm writing rn is taking the life out of me lmao. tbh I can't believe this is only my second Hunter fic, I am a Hunter girlie after all. the title makes sense in my heart okay

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You were running, except there was nowhere else to run to anymore. It was a dead end.

“Fuck” Hunter breathed the word out heavily as he rested his back against the wall in the thin alley, looking this way and that, “What do we do?”

“You give the orders around here, you tell me” you replied in an exasperated huff, earning an unimpressed look.

“Well I'm taking suggestions” he growled, his voice low and irritated as he peered around the corner.

You glanced around the alley. There was really nothing to hide you, only some rubbish scattered about the ground, but leaving would guarantee your capture at this point. A thought entered your head and you let out a short whine at having even let it find it's way in.

“What? You have something?” Hunter asked, turning to find the reason for your sudden vocalisation.

“I have a really bad idea” you said, giving him an almost pained look.

“Well anything is better than nothing” he argued, which only made you laugh humourlessly.

“You're going to take that back in a minute” you told him, and he turned to you fully so you could see his frown.

“What are you—?”

“No time” you said in a panic, noting the patrol of stormtroopers about to pass by, “pick me up”

“What?” he hissed, his expression contorting into one of utter confusion.

“Just do it, quickly” you rolled your eyes and stepped up to him, hoping he'd follow your instruction. He hesitated for a moment, but hooked his hands under your thighs and you jumped into his hold.

“Right, now push me against the wall” you instructed.

“You've got to be kid—”

“Hunter” you snapped at him, “they're coming”

He groaned out of frustration, but obliged, stepping forwards and trapping your body between his and the wall.

“You happy now?” Hunter asked with a scowl, his breath hot as it fanned across your face.

“Ecstatic” you bit back, looking over his shoulder at the incoming stormtroopers. They were looking into every side street that they passed, their blasters held up as they inspected.

You reached up and slipped off Hunter's bandana, ruffling his hair so that it hung over his face. He let out a short grunt and fluttered his eyes closed as you did so.

“Was that really necessary?” he grumbled.

“Shut up” you replied, then wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your own face as well.

You could hear the chatter of the stormtroopers as they passed by. They seemed not to want to disturb you, and you breathed out a relieved sigh. You continued to listen out for them, but it was hard not to become distracted by the intensity of Hunter's gaze as he opened his eyes and stared directly into yours from only a few inches away.

It struck you that you felt surprisingly comfortable in his arms, as if it were entirely normal to be in this situation.

“I can't believe this” he mumbled out, with a small shake of his head and a little humour in his voice.

“I did say it was a really bad idea” you reminded him, one side if your mouth curling into a small smirk.

Hunter scoffed, “I'm never trusting any of your ideas ever again”

You chuckled breathily, your head dropping forwards so that your forehead gently rested against his. He adjusted his hold on you, his hands gripping the top of your thighs, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to ease the load.

“You—”

“If you say I'm heavy, I swear to the maker I will punch you” you interjected. It wasn't uncommon that Hunter would taunt you, so you were only trying to pre-empt his teasing.

Hunter chuckled, a deep rumble that you could feel with him pressed up against you. “I was actually going to say that you smell good” he corrected in a murmur.

Oh. That certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

“Uh, thanks. I guess” you spoke awkwardly, your eyes flicking away from his.

Despite your uneasy reaction, you actually felt a sense of pride in the comment. Hunter had attuned senses, you knew that, so for him to say such a thing felt more meaningful to you than if anyone else had said the same thing. A strange feeling tugged at you chest and you could feel your face flush at the observation that felt oddly personal.

“Do you think they've passed us?” Hunter asked, and it brought you back to why you were in this situation to begin with.

“Right, uh…” you lifted your head and peered outside of the alley, not seeing any stormtroopers passing by, “Seems like it”

Hunter was about to let you down when you saw a flash of white plastoid come into view.

“Wait” you gripped him tighter, “fuck, they're coming this way”

Hunter huffed, “Well what do we do now?”

Your mind scrambled for something, anything to let you escape capture, and you were surprised by how quickly it brought forth your next bad idea.

“Kiss me”

“Wh—?”

“Just do it. It'll make them uncomfortable”

“Yeah, they won't be the only ones”

You rolled your eyes, “Hunter please, just get on with it”

“No”

“No?”

“No. I'm not doing it”

You cast a glance over his shoulder again and the stormtroopers were practically entering the alley.

“Hunter they're right on top of us, they'll know we're pretending”

“No they won't” He replied firmly, pressing his forehead into yours to hide your faces.

“Hunter just do it, you don't have to make it convincing even”

Hunter chuckled harshly at that, “That's not the problem. I'm just not doing it”

“Hunter, just kiss—”

“No. Not like this”

That gave you pause. The situation at hand completely slipped your mind.

“What?” your voice was small, nowhere near the amount of power it usually had behind it.

It was obvious that Hunter had said something he shouldn't have. His eyes were wide and his mouth hanging open, stuttering, looking for the words to explain himself. He tilted his head to look towards the end of the alley and there were stormtroopers looking in at the two of you. He turned back to you and the look of shock was still present on your face, trying to process what his earlier words truly meant.

“Oh, fuck it”

He latched his lips with yours, gripping the flesh of your thighs even tighter. He kissed you with fervour, and you couldn't tell how much of it was to make the stormtroopers leave you be. He pressed you into the wall further as his mouth worked against yours, lips moulding together in a way that could be interpreted as passionate, if you could sort out in your mind what was real and what wasn't. If he was doing this just to put on a show, you wanted to know what he’d do behind closed doors.

Wait, what?

Since when did you think such things about Hunter?

Any rationality in your thoughts left you when his hand slid up your body and he tugged you even closer, gripping your hip tightly. The other hand wound its way up to your neck, and he traced his thumb across your jawline, drawing a shudder from you.

By now, you were past caring if the kiss was just for show, you were enjoying it too much to pretend anymore. You tugged at the hair at the base of Hunter's scalp, pulling a deep groan from him that allowed you to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue between his lips. The experience of exploring each other's mouths was intoxicating, the heady feeling somewhat close to that of being under the influence of spice. You couldn't get enough.

By the time you both pulled away, you had to take a moment to come back to your body, your breath falling from you in short pants. You blinked a few times, the haze lifting slowly, and found his grey eyes searching yours, his own breath just as heavy. You were passing air between you, still close enough that you could tilt your head and kiss him again. You almost did, before you remembered exactly why he had even kissed you to begin with.

You tilted your head to the side, resting it against Hunter's as you surveyed the situation.

“I think—” your breath was still heavy, and you had to pause to gather enough to speak, “I think they're gone”

The look on Hunter's face when you turned back to him was positively hurt, his brows drawn together as his lips turned downwards. You wished you could take back your words instantly, though you didn't know exactly what was going on. You'd need more time to figure that out.

Hunter dropped you to the floor, somewhat unceremoniously, and you braced yourself on the wall to stop from falling over. He went to the edge of the alley, glancing around the street that you had escaped from.

“You're right” he coughed out, “they're gone”

The tone of his voice tugged harshly at your heart. He was clearly trying to keep himself together for the sake of the mission, but it was undeniable by the quiver in his voice that he wasn't feeling completely sure of himself.

“Hunter” you called in a soft voice.

“What” he snapped back, his eyes finding yours.

You didn't know why he was suddenly acting like this, though you didn't know how else he was supposed to act after what just transpired. You didn't know how to act yourself.

“Nothing” You replied, shame burning at your cheeks as you looked down, “lead the way”

The journey back to the Marauder was excruciating. Neither of you spoke up, no matter how hard you tried to whip something up in your brain. There was nothing you could find to say that would fix the rift that had so clearly been created between you.

Even after you both climbed the steps of the ship, greetings being thrown at you by the other squad members, Hunter wouldn't look at you.

“Everything went smoothly I take it?” Tech asked, noting how both of you seemed to be unharmed.

The picture in front of Echo was entirely different to what Tech was seeing, apparently. He raised a brow at you when Hunter didn't reply, storming into the cockpit.

“Mhm, more or less” you answered the spectacled clone, then ducked away from Echo's watchful gaze, striding towards the bunks at the back of the ship.

You sat down on your bunk, running your hands through your hair, and that's when you realised you were still gripping tightly onto Hunter’s bandana.

“Kriff” you swore under your breath, standing once more and crossing the short distance to the bunk that belonged to owner of the scrap of fabric. You weren't going to give it back to him yourself, definitely not now.

You placed the red material down onto his pillow, taking a moment to run your thumb across the skull insignia before pulling away.

“Why do you have that?”

You jumped at the voice just behind you, and scowled before you turned around, knowing exactly how this conversation was going to go. Echo was impossible to lie to. He just somehow knew when you were lying, and you hated it.

“Hunter dropped it” you lied poorly, turning your face from the scrutinising honey eyes of your squadmate.

“He… dropped it?” Echo spoke suspiciously, clearly not believing a single word.

“Yep” you replied, dropping down onto your bunk again.

“So it just… fell off his head?” he asked.

You looked up to see his disbelieving look, a scoff naturally passing your lips.

“I'm not in the mood for this right now” you grumbled, which only made Echo's lips curve into a smirk, “and wipe that look off of your face”

“What look?” Echo questioned, his smirk only widening.

You rolled your eyes and laid down on your bunk, turning away from the infuriating clone. You heard him chuckle before the scuff of his boots against the floor signified his leaving, and you let out a long breath.

Your thoughts all muddled together with uncertainty. You hoped to bridge the gap between you and Hunter, but what if you couldn't? What if your stupid idea had done something irreparable?

The next few days were tense.

Everyone knew something had occurred between you and the Sergeant, but neither one of you would speak about it to the others, much less to each other.

It was agony. You found yourself sitting at the bar in Cid's parlour, watching him sulk across the room. You wanted to reach out, extend the olive branch, but you had no idea what to even say.

Sorry for holding you against your will and making you kiss me? Or I'm sorry I made you believe I actually had feelings for you?

You didn't know which was the correct sentiment, and you had been driving yourself mad trying to decipher his slip up from before you kissed. The words bounced around your brain, taunting you. Not like this. What did it mean?

Even more distressingly, it wasn't even the case that you had pretended to have feeling for him, not anymore at least.

You had always found Hunter attractive, how could you not after all, but this was uncharted territory. You never expected to actually feel anything for him in this sort of way. A sense of closeness, yes. A deep respect, definitely. But this — this ache in your chest as you looked upon his displeased expression — was something entirely new. It made you feel sick.

“Hey hot shot! Bandana! Get in here” the grating call came from Cid’s office, and you ground your teeth at the irritating nickname.

You slipped from your seat at the bar, glancing over in Hunter's direction. He stayed seated, twirling his vibroblade between his fingers and watching you walk across the room. Your gaze fell to his fingers flipping the knife about, and you had to pull your eyes away when your mind brought forth how enticing you found it.

“What is it?” you spoke harshly as you entered the office, little patience for the Trandoshan sat behind the desk.

“That's no way to talk to your employer” Cid chided as she stood from her seat, making her way around the desk to stand in front of you. You had to look down to meet her eyes, and it gave you a small bit of satisfaction. At least you could say you looked down on her, even if she was a pain in your ass.

“What is this about?” a gruff voice spoke up, and you eyes followed Hunter as he walked into the room and stood beside you at the desk.

Cid rolled her eyes, “You two are a right pair” she muttered as she walked towards the door, “I don't know what your problem is, but you two need to figure it out, because your foul attitudes are bringing down the mood around here”

You glanced up at Hunter, noting his grinding jaw and narrowed eyes.

“I'd rather n—”

“It wasn't a request, bandana” Cid held her hand up to stop him and stepped out of her office, “Now, please, get over yourselves and figure this out. Just don't do anything on my desk and you'll still be employed after this is over”

“After wha—?”

You question was answered when Cid pressed a button on the control panel and closed the door. You heard the lock engage, and cringed at the implication. You were locked in here with Hunter. The one person you were both avoiding and actively seeking attention from.

Hunter grumbled and strode over to the door, repeatedly prodding at the open button on the panel, with nothing to show for it.

You sighed, “There's no point”

Hunter turned to look at you, leaning his back against the door and crossing his arms across his chest. He looked at you down his nose, as if in disgust, and you couldn't help but feel small.

“We should probably talk… right?” you offered, and he grunted in reply.

“I'm listening”

You had been banking on him having something to say, but that was foolish of you. Of course he wasn't going to make it easy. Unfortunately, you didn't have anything to say either, so you just stood watching each other for a moment.

“Um, I—” you gulped, “I'm sorry?”

Hunter laughed, an unamused sound that made your stomach turn.

“What exactly are you sorry for?” he raised his eyebrows at you expectantly.

“Well I, uh…” your shoulders sagged, your posture defeated, “I don't know”

“Hm” he tilted his head a little as he looked down at you, “then I suppose your apology isn't accepted”

You huffed, giving him a frown, “come on man, give me something to work with here”

“What's that supposed to mean?” he asked, his face adorning it's own frown.

“What does ‘not like this’ mean?” you rebutted, your tone holding an exasperation.

Hunter pressed his mouth into a hard line as he looked away from you, “that's none of your business”

“I think its exactly my business actually,” you moved forwards, stepping into his space, “and I want to know”

He gave you a dubious look, his voice low, “why?”

“Because,” you rolled your eyes, “believe it or not, it matters what you think of me”

Hunter went to speak, then paused, a deep breath escaping him, “I think you know what it means”

You pressed your lips together, irritated that he couldn't just come out and say it, “Then… why won't you talk to me?”

“Because there's nothing to say” he looked away, and you could see his cheeks tinge pink, “can we just forget that it happened and move on?”

His obvious embarrassment almost made you laugh.

“And what if I don't want to?”

That got his attention.

“What?” he asked, his voice careful, measured, making sure he understood you.

“I don't want to forget that it happened” you reiterated.

“Why?”

You shook your head slightly. When was this man going to get the memo. A smile pulled at your lips and you stepped right in front of him.

“Because, Hunter…” your smile turned to a smirk, “maybe I want it to happen again”

Hunter's eyebrows raised as he looked down at you, and he pushed off of the door, uncrossing his arms and finally taking down his physical and mental barriers.

“You do?”

“Mhm” you replied in a lilting hum.

He didn't need to be told twice.

Hunter grabbed you by the hips, pulling your body flush against his, and his lips found yours shortly thereafter. He kissed you with a passion to rival that of the first one, but this time you knew it was real, that he really meant it. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, his change in attitude since your confession amusing you.

“Something funny?” he mumbled against you, not giving you a chance to answer before his lips were on yours again, pushing you backwards so your body hit the desk.

“Just you” you replied, a chuckle bubbling up and out of you as he huffed.

His lips trailed kisses along your jaw as he leaned down, his hands hooking underneath your thighs and lifting you easily to sit atop the desk. A small squeak left your lips at the unexpected action, and you could feel Hunter smirk against your neck as he parted your legs further and came to stand in between them. His nose brushed against a sensitive spot just behind your ear, and a shiver ran up your spine, a small gasp escaping your lips.

“Fuck, you smell so good” he mumbled between kisses to your collarbone, and the breathless tone and sentiment sent an unexpected thrill through you. You gently scraped your fingernails down the back of his neck, earning a groan in return, and he brought his lips back up to yours in a hurry.

You couldn’t get enough, and you would’ve taken more, had you not been so rudely interrupted.

“I said not to do anything on my desk!”

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flippinpancakes64 · 4 months ago

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The Cullens reacting to their partner being missing.

Some people kidnapped the wrong person at the wrong time, what would the Cullens do in that situation? How would they take care of her after finding her?

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The Cullens when you’ve been kidnapped

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Edward:

You told him that you were going to your friend’s house

Initially, he wanted to walk you there, but you refused

It was the middle of the day and you can take care of yourself

So off you went

You were supposed to text him when you got there, but a text never came

He was getting antsy

It was only a minute or two after you should have gotten there, but he was ready to bolt out the door

His concerns were solidified when Alice rushed into the room and he saw the vision of you getting tackled and pushed into a van in her head

He was on his way in a second

He followed your faint scent until it stopped in front of a warehouse

He didn’t bother to stop and listen through the doors, he just barged in

You were tied up on the floor, unconscious

Two men were nearby in the middle of an argument

You weren’t the person they were supposed to get, but rather someone who looked a lot like you

Either way, they were screwed

Edward wasted no time in killing both of them

He scooped you up and ran all the way to Carlisle’s clinic

He insisted that you stay the night to make sure you were okay

He is not leaving your side after that

You’re not even gonna be allowed to walk the five feet to the bathroom without him

Sorry not sorry

If he was alive, he would have almost had a heart attack, and he’s not about to have that happen again

Alice:

She was so preoccupied with visions at the moment

There was a tracker vampire who seemed to have it out for Jasper, so her mind was constantly tracking him

You felt bad even bothering her to tell her you were going to the mall

She just gave you an absent nod as you left

She was watching the vampire in her mind, watching as he made different choices, chose different paths

She was so distracted she completely disregarded the vision of you

She only noticed your absence when the sun began to sink behind the horizon and you were still nowhere to be found

It took her a lot of thinking to even remember where you had gone

Instantly, she took out her phone and tried to call you, nothing

A text, nothing

Your location had been turned off too

Then she caught another vision

This time of a group of men holding a gun to your head and pulling the trigger

Instantly, she was up

She replayed the scene over and over in her mind, trying to track down where exactly you were before it was too late

She flew into the basement of the house just in time, the men were loading the gun as she burst in

Swiftly, she knocked everyone out, and killed the man with the gun

You were in hysterics, so scared of what almost happened but also relieved to see your girlfriend

She just held you for the rest of the night, apologizing over and over about leaving you for so long, about not noticing that you’d been gone

From that point on, she made sure to ALWAYS tune in whenever a vision had you in it

Jasper:

You wanted to go out to the club

But Jasper’s not really into that scene

He’s gone with you a couple of times, but it’s never his first choice

So when you ask him if he wants to go, he declines

He accompanied you two days ago, that’s his club tolerance for the week

So you get all dressed up, give him a kiss goodbye, and you’re out the door

He isn’t too concerned, you’re going with your friends after all

He does start to worry, though, when 2 am rolls around and you’re still not home

Usually, you’re home around 1, but sometimes you spend the night at your friends house

He calls you, nothing. He texts you, nothing. So he calls one of your friends

She answers completely wasted and says she hasn’t seen you in a little bit

You went to the bathroom a couple of hours ago and she just assumed you went home or something

He always knew that friend was an idiot

He’s out the door in a flash, driving down to the club you were supposed to be at

He sees your car out in the front lot, and right next to it, a suspicious looking white van

Inside, he can hear your muffled screams

He rips open the door and sees a man holding a knife to your throat, asking you all manners of questions that you have no clue how to answer

Jasper’s always been very cautious about how he acts around you, he doesn’t want you to see him as a monster

But in this instance, he gives in to the beast

He’s shaking by the time the man is dead, and he frees your from your restraints

He needs the rest of the night to wind down and just hold you

He apologizes over and over for scaring you, for leaving you alone, that that even happened in the first place

Does not leave your side ever again

Rosalie:

You and Rosalie were out on the town

You wanted to go see all of the new shops that had moved downtown, and she couldn’t say no even if she tried

So off you went, coffee in hand and Carlisle’s credit card in Rosalie’s pocket

You were in a boutique, looking through all of the pretty dresses, when you found a beautiful dark blue velvet dress that you thought Rosalie would look perfect in

So you found her size on the rack and shoved her into a fitting room

Only while she was in there, a group of three guys came up behind you and grabbed you, pulling you outside

They didn’t get very far though before Rosalie stopped them

She ran out of the dressing room, dress still on

She set off the sensors as she ran into the street

She roundhouse kicked one of the guys, knocking out three of his teeth in the progress

The other guys she simply punched and they were down, crying for their mommies

Luckily, they didn’t have the chance to hurt you

So even though you were shaken up, you were okay

As she’s standing there holding you, waiting for the police to arrive, you have the nerve to laugh

“What the hell are you laughing about? You almost died!”

“You look really pretty in that dress, Rose”

She just rolls her eyes and kisses you

Emmett:

You were at one of your friend’s apartments in the city center

He was moving in and asked if you would come help

So obviously you said yes and obviously you brought your mountain-sized boyfriend who could lift the whole moving van

The three of you were working hard, grabbing stuff from the van and carrying it up the stairs

You had sat down on the ledge of the sidewalk for a second, catching your breath and drinking some water when a guy came up to you out of nowhere and tried to grab you

Emmett heard you and dropped everything instantly

But by the time he got down the stairs, you were gone

He could hear your muffled scream getting fainter as the man dragged you farther away

He bolted as fast as he could in the direction of your voice

When he caught up, he didn’t even bother asking questions

Punch first, questions later

Only he killed the guy

Not that he’s upset that he did, he’s just sort of frustrated that he’ll never get to know why that asshole thought it would be a good idea to try to take his partner

Either way he’s not letting you out of his sight

The only place he relaxes is when you’re at home and safe

Constantly on guard

Poor guy just needs to relax

Esme:

You had been begging her for a week straight to come with you to this concert

But it was a slipknot concert, and definitely not her speed

She entertained you for a little bit and listened to some of their music to see if she would want to go with you, but yeah that wasn’t happening

So eventually you gave up and decided to ask one of your friends to go

She promised she would make it up to you when you got home, only you never showed up

It was getting late, nearing 3 am, and you were still nowhere to be seen

She tried calling, texting, anything, but you weren’t there

She was getting really worried, when suddenly she got a call from your friend

Your friend was in hysterics, crying and screaming, it was hard to understand them

But from what she gathered, your friend’s ex boyfriend had showed up and drugged you, dragging you away from your car

And from what else she gathered, he wasn’t intending on taking you, but rather your friend

She immediately got in her car and sped down to the concert center

When she got there, there were at least 4 cop cars

Your friend was standing next to one, talking to an officer when Esme showed up

The officer pointed her in the direction of a different cruiser, and you were inside, blissfully asleep

She could have started crying she was so relieved

She got the story from one of the officers, apparently the ex realized he had the wrong person and turned around to try to get your friend, only to see that the police were already there

Stupid idiot

You didn’t remember a thing when you woke up, which was probably for the best

Oh well, at least now Esme will go with you to every concert

Carlisle:

He has a lot of enemies

Even though he has tried so hard over his expansive lifetime to be cordial to everyone, some people just can’t be reasoned with

He knows this, but he never thought anyone would go after you

He was at the clinic when he got a call from Alice, saying that she saw a man with red eyes taking you in your sleep and killing you

She didn’t recognize him, but after giving his description, Carlisle knew exactly who it was

He figured he had a couple of hours to get to you and prepare for the man’s arrival

But he didn’t

He took a lunch break at work and drove to your house, intending to warn you of what was to come later that night

Only you weren’t there

Your bedroom window was broken and your sheets were tossed all over the bed

Not to mention the stench of vampire that permeated the room

He completely forgot about your midday naps

He was instantly in searching mode

He got Alice and Edward to help track you down, both of their skills valuable for this

He found you in an old factory, a bite on your ankle that was slowly filling you with venom

While Edward and Alice killed the man, he sucked the venom from your wound, the whole time praying that you would be okay

You were knocked out cold for a week after that

He kept you at his home clinic, making sure to keep an eye on you at all hours of the day

He feels so guilty

But the moment you wake up and look so happy to see him, he feels better

Vampire! Bella:

She’s had her fair share of danger

I mean, when she was human she was a magnet for it

But in her time of knowing you, you’ve never posed much of a threat to yourself

So she’s never been too worried about you

You had asked her earlier if she wanted to go to the movies with you, and she had declined

She needed to go hunting, and it was going to be a perfect night for it

So you both went your separate ways

She left her phone at home, opting to keep it safe while she throws herself around the woods

When she gets home, it’s late, and you’re nowhere to be seen

She opens her phone to call you, only to find you already left her a voicemail

Not a good sign

She listens to it, and she can hear you whispering, your voice quivering with fear

You’re in the trunk of a car, and you have no idea where you’re going. You don’t know the guys who took you, and you’re scared

That’s all she needs to hear

It doesn’t take her long to track you down, your scent very prominent to her

On the other side of the door to the house you’re in, she can hear two guys arguing about what to do with you

Apparently you saw something you shouldn’t have seen

Oh well, now they’re going to see the last thing they’ll ever see

She feels a little guilty about killing the guys, but on the other hand she doesn’t

They had the gall to kidnap her partner, so they can deal with the consequences of that

You are now not allowed to leave the house without her

She follows you everywhere

And she’s always super close

Yes, she even follows you to the bathroom

No one will ever touch you again

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sugawhaaa · 5 months ago

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MINGI X READER🏁

💧going fast isn't always physical💧

Warnings::SMUT‼️

Pairing::dom!racer!Mingi x sub!referee!fem!reader

Genre:: racer au, creampie, squirting, messy sex, the sex starts off passionate and lovey dovey but it's Mingi were talking about here so...

A/N:: I am so mad at Tumblr rn GR. I'm actually quite happy with how this ended and bro the way I personally can picture if so well is mad.

Part 2:: here

🎧::

You nod shyly and his smirk turns into a devilish grin. “Oh you're a dirty girl aren't you?” He says before picking you up again, laying you against the back seats. “If you need me to stop or need some more water just ask alight princess?” He confirms as he pumps his cock a few times, preparing it for the events to come. He teases you for a while, slapping your clit with his cock and running his tip up your folds. He then reaches behind him to the backside of the front seat. He pulls out a condom and holds it between his teeth before ripping it open. Sliding the lubed ring around his cock. Once he has it fully on he lines back up to your entrance again. “Ready?” He asks and you nod with a content hum.

“Go slow,” you remind him and he nods. He slowly begins to push into you. You feel his tip alone stretching you out, his girth was unimaginable and you couldn't wait for it to be pumping into you. He curses under his breath as he finally pushes all the way in. The feeling of his cock filling and stretching you made you gasp and wrap your arms around him. He leaned in closer to you, grabbing your lips in a passionate and meaningful kiss. He stays inside you, waiting for your signal to move forward. You break the kiss and look into his desperate eyes. “You can move now,” you nod your head and Mingi smiles softly. He slowly pulls out only an inch or two before gliding back in.

“Fuck you're so prefect,” he groans as he slowly thrusts into you. Mingi chuckles softly as he rutts into you. “So tight, so warm, God I love you,” he leans into you again, nibbling at your neck. You put your hand over his head, his hips still steadily bucking into yours. You throw your head back as you feel your body heating up. “So fucking wet, listen to the way your pussy squelches from my cock,” he growls into your ear before bringing a hand down to your breast, pinching your nipple.

His words brought attention to the sounds of the room and he was right. Everytime he pulled out your walls clung to him, creating a sticky sound that rang in your ears. Everytime he thrusted back into you, you felt your juices slosh around inside you. You toss your head back again with a moan. His pace was slow and passionate, it felt exhilarating. A whole new genre of sex. You could feel every inch of his cock in a more attentive way. You claw at his back, your nails digging into him as his pace quickened.

“Y-Yes~” you moan softly in pure bliss. It's clear Mingi was no amateur to this rodeo because you already felt like you were going to explode. Your hands traveled from his back and hair, occasionally gripping his red and yellow locks.

“You're close aren't you?” He teases in your ear as his thrusts become harder, thrusting deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” you nod with a whimper and he smiles. His hands grip your body softly yet sternly, holding you still while he pounded into you faster. Your back arches off the seat as you feel your orgasm just on the edge. “I'm gonna cum! M-Mingi!” You arch your back as he leans back, drilling into you from a slightly different angle as he leans on the back of the front seat.

“That's a good girl, cum for me,” he grins wickedly as you latch around his length and finally reach your orgasm. Loud moans escape your mouth before you lay back on the sears. He eases out of you gently and caresses your hair. Your chest heaves as he pets you. “You're so cute when you cum,” he chuckles before grabbing the water bottle from earlier. He helps you take a drink before sitting down next to you. His cock stands straight up as he watches you take a drink of your water. You look over at him and notice his condom is still empty on the inside.

“Did you not cum?” You ask concerned and Mingi laughs.

“No, I only have one condom and you're supposed to only cum in it once so I held off. I want to fuck you more so I'll just wait,” he explains before taking a drink from his own water bottle. You look at him with deadly eyes that are almost angry. You abruptly get on top of him and pull the condom off of him, tossing it somewhere in the car. Mingis eyes widen at your abrupt actions and chokes on his water. “What are you doing?” He looks at you concerned before you suddenly sit down on him. He moans loudly and tosses his head back.

“If this stupid piece of latex is holding you back from cumming then I don't want it on you,” you explain as you rock your hips on him. He moans loudly as he fumbles to close the cap of his water.

“Baby, are you sure?” He put his hands on your waist.

“Yes now shut up and fuck me,” you hiss back and Mingi laughs. He helps you grind and ride him, watching your tits sway as you do so. Your eyes roll back as he moves your hips. It feels like his dick is about to rip right through your stomach. Mingi chuckles with his head back against the seat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he laughs.

"Damn you feel so tight like this,” he groans as little shivers run down his body from the sensation. From the angle he was almost constantly right at your A-Spot and for him it felt like a little pocket wrapped around his tip snugly. You could see sweat building at his hairline from your little ministrations. It sort of made you realize how hot the car itself was.

The scent of lust hung in the air, your breathing heavy, the red lights, the constant friction between your bodies. All of it combined created this energy in the car. You start lifting your hips up softly before sitting back down on him. Mingi lets out a guttural moan as you come back down, that little pocket gripping him again. His hips buck up as his low growl rings in your ears. He chuckles softly before you lift yourself up a bit more again. You repeat this slow show and he slowly starts to lose himself more and more.

Your bouncing grows faster and steadily paced, the clapping of your skin echoing in the small space. “That's it,” he grabs your hips harshly before throwing his head back. “Fuck I'm gonna cum,” he groans through his teeth before holding your hips steady. He thrusts up rapidly and your eyes roll back. Your legs shake and buckle around his knees. He pounds into you one last time before you both feel your orgasms come crashing over you in tidal waves. You feel the warmth from him fill up your pussy, traveling around.

Your body convulses before falling on top of him. You rest your head on his heaving chest. He sighs in bliss before reaching for your hand. He holds your hand softly before kissing the back of it. “You're so beautiful,” Mingi chuckles softly and you smile.

“Thank you,” you giggle and he laughs, rubbing your back. He then pats your ass softly.

“Okay let's see the mess we've made inside you,” he chuckles as he slides you off his cock, a trail of cream following. He instantly heats up in lustful intent as he sees the fluids slowly oozing out of your slit. “Sit down,” he says abruptly as he lifts you again. He sets you on the car seat and he sits on the car floor. He lifts your legs up onto his shoulders and pushes them toward you. He licked up your folds and you moaned softly. He slurps up the cum from your entrance and the sounds linger in your ears. The tip of his nose brushes up against your clit as he eats you out.

You jump and he looks up at you through hooded eyes. He rubs his face back and forth against your pussy lips and you moan again, arching into his face. He smirks before picking his head up. He licks his lips as liquid drips from his chin. Whether it was sweat, drool, or cum was unbeknownst to you but that didn't matter right now. “You tired baby?” He asks softly as he kisses your thighs lovingly.

“A little bit,” you chuckle and he grins.

“Then I clearly didn't make you cum enough,” he smirks and you chuckle softly. He then comes up with an idea. “I have an idea, but you can say no,” he smiles and you look at him confused. He sits up next to you and holds you close. “What if we tried a different kind of position~?” He speaks softly in your ear. You tilt your head as you look at him.

“What did you have in mind?” You ask and he smiles softly at your willingness.

“Here, go onto your knees on the floor and rest your upper body right here,” he pats the little section between the two front seats. You carefully do as he says and get into position. You can hear him moving around on the back seats, the leather squeaking. He gently runs his fingers along your folds effortlessly. “Relax,” he smiles as his other hand comes up to your back, rubbing it softly. “I'm going to make you feel so good,” he leans down and kisses your ass softly, his lips ghosting over your skin for a moment longer.

He then lines himself up with your slick entrance. He gently presses into you and you instantly feel full again. Your head falls down as you hold your upper body up with your forearms.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath and Mingi chuckles.

“Feel good?” He rubs your back and you nod instantly. He chuckles before beginning to thrust. The angle stretched out your A-Spot making it even more pleasurable. little moans fall from your lips before you suddenly feel his thumb pressing down on your asshole. He wasn't trying to push it in but he was just poking at it for extra stimulation. You begin to move your hips with his movements.

“Put it in,” you whimper and he tilts his head slightly before leaning down to you.

“You want my finger inside you?” He asks to be sure. You nod.

“Just go slow,” you reminded him as he sat up again.

“I will baby,” he brings his index finger up to his mouth before spitting on it, coating it in saliva. He then lines his finger up carefully to your hole. During all of this he was still pounding into you consistently. Before you know it you feel his finger slipping into you and your eyes widen. You gasp loudly and Mingi stops his finger and slows down his thrusts. “You okay?” He checks in with you.

“Yup,” you nod and he resumes his thrusting. “It's just a lot,” you laugh and he nods in understanding.

“I know baby, you're being so good,” he says before pushing his finger deeper. Your feet reflexively kick up and he can't hold back his smirk. “You like this huh?” He curls his finger ever so slightly and your entire body glitches. You let out a harsh moan before your arms finally give out and you just lay down.

“I do,” you reply in pure bliss. “I love it,” you moan as he gently slides his finger out a bit before pushing it back in.

“You're so tight,” he groans. “I don't know how much longer I can last like this,” he laughs softly, proving he really is enjoying this as much as you. You nod as your legs begin to shake beneath him. He brings his other hand down to rub your clit softly as your peak approaches. “I'm cumming,” he grits his teeth as he continues moving swiftly. The familiar yet new sensation of being warmed from the inside out occurs again as he empties out inside you.

He knows that you didn't peak yet so he continues to thrust a bit but he finds you so tight that his cock slips out. He tries to go back in cautiously but once again you're too tight slip back in so he leaves it be. However for you, your legs had buckled and your entire body felt nearly numb with pure bliss. Before you knew it you could feel warm liquid spraying out of you. You moan and squirm uncontrollably and Mingi hardly knows how to react. He takes his finger out of you carefully while holding up your waist. His other hand rubs the lower area of your back.

Your body finally relaxes, resting down on the car floor. Your body occasionally shivered in pleasure, gasping for air. Mingi gently picks you up and pulls you up to sit on his lap in the backseats. “That was amazing,” he says as he gently rocks back and forth while brushing back your hair. You wrap your arms around him and he kisses cheek before gently moving down to your neck.

He rubs your back and plays with your hair, patiently waiting for you to calm down. “Would you like some water?” He asks but he's already reaching for the water bottle from earlier. You nod and he hands it to you, the cap already opened for you. You take a few large gulps of water and Mingi smiles. “Need to get your fluids up after all of that,” Mingi chuckles and you smile. You set the water down and Mingi holds it for you, just in case you need it again.

“Thank you,” you say softly and Mingis heart melts at the sincerity in your words.

“Of course my love,” he sets the water aside and hugs you tightly. “You want to go home now? Snuggle up into your bed and get a good sleep after all of this,” he kisses the top of your head before the two of you gather up your clothing. It was both quite uncomfortable for the two of you. His tight sports shirts, your tall tight boots, it was a terrible outfit to be wet and sticky in. He drove you back to your apartment but when you pulled up, you still didn't want to say goodbye.

You look down as he turns the engine off. You look at the back seats, seeing the mess the two of you made. You look back out front the windshield and hum awkwardly.

“Well…” you turn to look at him and he's already staring at you, eyes full of adoration. They may as well have stars in them. “Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?” You ask before realizing how weird that sounds. You blush softly and Mingi smiles. He kisses your lips quickly before agreeing. The two of you get into your apartment and almost instantly strip as you make your way to your bedroom.

You flop onto your bed and curl right up into the blankets, your entire body exhausted. Mingi follows suit, a lot more gently considering he is in someone's home for the first time. You're already on the verge of sleep by the time Mingi crawls into the blankets next to you. He pulls you into a tight hug, your head pressed against his chest. His heartbeat syncs with your breathing as you drift off to sleep.

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serqphites · 4 months ago

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HEAR ME OUT….

Lee harker x single mom!reader 🤯🤯🤯🤭🤭🤭

STOP BC I COULDN’T IGNORE THIS UNTIL TOMORROW (yes it’s 2:40 while i’m writing this rn) you have given me such bad brain rot with this 😭

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okay so let’s say you have a daughter around the age of 3. things had been rough before meeting lee, life pretty much being put on hold for you as you couldn’t go anywhere without your child.

you met lee in your local store, just minding your business when your daughter decides it’s time to play matchmaker!

despite calling for her as she runs and runs further away from you, she still doesn’t listen until she finds herself hiding behind a very stiff lee harker’s leg.

girly is stressed LMAOOO, like where the hell has this random child come from and oh my god why is her mother so beautiful??

“oh my god i am so sorry!” you’re trying your best to remove your daughter from lee’s leg, but apparently your child has super strength and forgot to tell you.

“no no-“ GULP, “you’re fine” you’d honestly think someone was holding her at gunpoint and forcing her to smile, why is she just showing off her teeth instead of smiling with them?

i can SMELL her gay panic.

once your daughter eventually lets go, you continue apologising profusely as you begin walking away.

“wait!” lee calls out, her voice shaky. she does an awkward little jog over to you, her arm extended towards you as she waves a small elephant teddy in the air.

oh yeah that’s when you decided to get her number. the baywatch jog to hand deliver the toy to you reallyyyy did it.

fast forward a few months and things are going great! lee comes over every friday after clocking out and doesn’t leave until she has to. your weekend sleepovers are consistently the highlight of her week.

she’s definitely… interesting when it comes to your daughter.

“sooo, this is your room.”

and your kids just sat in her bed like “ya.”

yeah you dragged her out of there. “lee you don’t need to talk to her like she’s a suspect, just be normal”

“that was me being normal” and she hits you with the :/

she defo sends you money for stuff like sitters and daycare to help with your part time job. it also frees you up for date nights!

(lee keeps tabs on the babysitter and every single person who works in the daycare your daughter attends, she came to stand on business)

when things start to get really serious between you two, lee decides to move you into her cabin! this cutie even changed her study into the cutest little forest themed nursery you’ve ever seen.

“lee it’s perfect! thank you” you’re literally on the verge of sobbing and she’s just stood in the doorway like 🧍‍♀️🙂

lee does become better around your kid, acting more loving towards her and not being as afraid of her LMAO

also she’s so fucking overprotective.

lee never asked why you were a single mother, she didn’t really think it was her place. it took you quite a while to open up to her about it, her holding you as you finally let out all of your emotions for the first time since falling pregnant. men fucking suck.

NSFW:

jumping straight into it, it turns her on so much that you’re a single mother.

i can picture her sat at her desk that’s now in the corner of your bedroom, her fingers hooked into the loop of your jeans as words of adoration spill from her lips.

“i think you’re so strong”, “it’s so hot that you did that all by yourself”, “you’re so amazing”.

before you know it she’s trailing kisses down your stomach, one hand coming up to rub the center of your chest as the other undoes your belt buckle…

#lee harker x reader #lee harker #longlegs #IM SO IN LOVE WITH HER #hope you gays enjoy #keep these reqs coming i love lee !!#man hating lesbian #she’s so me #maika monroe

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g1rld1ary · 8 months ago

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hi baby !! 🧡

im sick rn and ive looked alllllll over and i couldnt find anything could you write a sickfic for luke from jatp where the female!reader gets sick ? reader is his girl 😽

im doing the same prompt on my blog because im so obsessed with the idea of sickfics and im such a luke girl

so you probably wont have much trouble figuring out who sent you this later if you look it up LMFAO 😍😍

pshsshssh thank you !! 🌼🌼

sick days ; luke patterson x fem!reader

➻ synopsis: you're not feeling well, but luke is here to look after you

➻ word count: 1905

➻ content: established relationship, implied aged up to early 20ish, pet names (love, baby, my girl), tooth rotting fluff

➻ obsessed with this request!!! i've never written a sickfic before so hope this is ok!! hope ur feeling better lovey xxxx

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Your body ached. That was the only thing you could feel. Actually, that was incorrect; you also had a headache and a snotty nose and you were pretty sure your temperature could boil water. In essence, you felt awful. You’d toughed it out for as long as you could, making yourself a steaming hot tea and cozying into the sofa for the night. It wasn’t making you feel any better. So, in a last ditch effort of saving your night, you dialled your boyfriend.

You smiled as his croaky, half-asleep voice came through your phone, murmuring your name.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked, brows furrowed as you checked the time, gasping when it read 1:45am. You thought it was still closer to eleven.

“Don’t worry about it, couldn’t sleep anyway,” Luke lied and you frowned, though he couldn’t see it through the screen.

“No, it’s dumb. I’m sorry I woke you up. Night, Luke.” You moved to hang up when Luke interrupted you.

“Baby, wait! Clearly something’s bothering you. What’s up?” You smiled despite your discomfort, your boyfriend always boosting your mood without even trying.

“Nothing,” You pouted in your puddle of blankets, “Just feel sick.” You could feel Luke’s pity without him saying anything and weren’t sure whether to be indignant or grateful.

“Can you stay awake for twenty more minutes, love?”

“I guess so, why?” You asked, turning the TV back on as something to keep you from sleeping.

“I love you,” Was all he said, hanging up on you abruptly. You smiled softly to yourself, willing your eyes to stay open as you tried to focus on the sitcom in front of you.

You were just dozing off when you heard your apartment door unlocking and the brief shuffling of feet in the entryway. Your grin brightened, the familiar butterflies returning to your chest, even after months of being with Luke. The man in questioned approached you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you looked up at him.

“Luke, it’s 2 am, what are you doing here?” You asked despite the obvious answer, opening your shield of blankets for him to crawl onto the sofa with you. He made you wait, tipping out his reusable shopping bag onto the coffee table in front of you. There lay a pint of ice cream, tea bags, painkillers, and your favourite chocolate. Suddenly you weren’t sure if the heat on your face was fever or blush. Silently you held your arms out, and Luke dove into them with all the enthusiasm of a child, peppering your faces with all the kisses he could manage.

“Couldn’t let my girl be sick on her own,” He mumbled, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, eliciting a bout of giggles from you.

“My very own Prince Charming,” You grinned, pecking his temple. After a gratuitous moment of cuddling Luke peeled himself off you, taking on the role of concerned caretaker. He was quick to dart into the kitchen, turning the kettle on for your tea and grabbing a spoon for the ice cream he’d bought. Sitting himself in the vacant spot next to you he fixed his focus onto the TV.

“What are we watching?” He asked, pulling the lid off the ice cream tub for you.

“How I Met Your Mother, I’ve just reached season seven.” Luke gasped dramatically, holding his hands over his chest in faux outrage.

“You continued without me? How could you?” You laughed at his accusatory tone, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Lukey. You have to forgive me though, I’m sick,” You punctuated the statement with a pathetic cough, smiling as Luke easily settled down.

You watched in silence for a bit, both giggling at the stupid jokes. After a while you felt Luke looking at you seriously, but chose not to think much of it, continuing to tune in to the show. When he pulled out a thermometer, you raised an eyebrow. Luke wasn’t usually one to be so prepared, but you let him rest it on your tongue nonetheless. When it read a concerningly high number Luke frowned, silently popping the painkillers out of their packaging, feeding you with the insistence of a fed up mother hen.

“Why aren’t you a nurse?” You joked, swallowing the medication with a mouthful of melted ice cream, “Rockstar be damned.”

“Only for you, love.”

“That’s not true, I’ve seen you fretting over Reggie,” You laughed, and Luke couldn’t help but join you.

“That’s fair. You’re my favourite, though.”

“How unexpected.” You craned your neck to press a kiss to his jaw, revelling in the dumb grin that crept onto his face.

You both settled into silence, you leant into Luke’s side, his hands rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You could feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, never quite able to stay in it for one reason or another. The blanket was too hot, you were cold without it, your head hurt. Nothing was quite right and all you wanted to do was sleep for as long as humanly possible.

“Luke?” You whispered, in case he was already asleep.

“Yes, love?” He replied, shifting his position to look down at you. You faltered for a moment, overwhelmed with the pure adoration in his eyes.

“Will you play for me?” Luke was up in a second, arranging you on the sofa. You giggled as he manhandled you, lying you down and wrapping you tightly in your blanket so you couldn’t escape. You teased him about being his captive audience as he tuned his guitar quickly, never being so grateful for his perfect pitch.

Without anymore holdups Luke began to play, plucking softly at the strings to create a melody that filled the air of your little apartment. His playing was like a siren call, pressing weights on your eyelids until you could barely stand to keep them open. You watched him while you could, admiring the way the faint light from the kitchen lamp made him look like an Adonis, his hair illuminated in gold and his features accentuated by the shadows. You couldn’t believe he was your boyfriend. Luke Patterson, heartthrob of Julie and the Phantoms was your dorky, adoring boyfriend who would make supermarket trips in the middle of the night for you. Who had your favourite ice cream memorised and your key attached to his, so he could come see you whenever he missed you (which was pretty much always).

Despite the various aches and pains that had overtaken your body, the only thing you could feel as you drifted off to sleep was the burning ball of light in your chest, a chemical mixture of joy and love and gratitude, overtaking your senses one by one until you were asleep, dreams filled of beautiful images of your boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you figured out it wasn’t morning at all. Luke had evidently switched off your phone’s alarm after you’d fallen asleep, and it was well into early afternoon when you’d arisen. To his credit though, the sleep had done you some good, and you felt much less like walking death after an intense sleep.

You untangled yourself from the knit blanket, your feet wobbly on the hard wood floors. You had serious post-nap daze, and wandered through your flat looking for your boyfriend. The poorly made sheets on your actual bed told you where Luke slept last night — or this morning, more accurately — you smiled at the way he’d arranged your stuffed animals.

Stuck to the fridge under your New York City magnet was a note from Luke, explaining he had to go to rehearsal but he’d be back later to check on you. You pulled the paper off, travelling back to your room to put the note in your ‘Luke’ box, adding to the collection of notes and drawings he’d given you inconsequentially that you’d held onto.

As the afternoon ticked by you’d gotten onto your computer, figuring that although you were still ill you should try and get something productive done. You were armed with your box of tissues as you got started on an assignment you had due at the end of the week, and slipped your headphones on to get into the headspace.

You screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, quickly dissolving into giggles as you realised it was only Luke, back from rehearsal.

“Your voice still sounds scratchy, baby, how are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Better, promise. Tomorrow I’ll probably go to class if I get another good night’s sleep.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, and you felt your insides melting all over again. You closed the laptop, knowing you weren’t going to get much more done now that Luke was with you.

You spent the evening together, ordering in pizza from the place around the corner and getting slightly wine drunk as Luke told you all about his earlier rehearsal and the antics of his band. He sang you part of the new song he and Julie had written and you applauded dramatically, only stopping when you broke into a coughing fit.

“Wanna watch something?” He asked when you grew tired again, cuddling up to him like a cat.

“Barbie?” You asked hopefully, looking up at him with wide eyes. Luke sighed dramatically, but you knew he was just pretending not to like the animated movies you’d grown up on.

“Only if it’s Island Princess,” He offered and you nodded enthusiastically.

The two of you settled in for the movie night, Luke getting much more into the movie as it went on, as he always did. By the end you were singing duets — your voice considerably less pleasing than his, especially due to your illness — Luke taking on the role of the prince letting you be Ro.

As the credits rolled you felt your eyes closing again, and you felt eerily like you did as a younger girl, falling asleep on the couch after a Barbie movie. This was better though, because now you had Luke next to you. He’d taken his role as big spoon extremely seriously, and had all but become one with the couch, pressing into the back as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You shifted your position to face him, watching his face relax into contentedness as he tried to doze off to sleep. Feeling you watch him he cracked one eye open, mouth producing a dumb grin that made butterflies erupt in your chest.

“What?” He asked, but you got the distinct impression he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Nothing,” You lied, but gave in easily, “You’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty too. Now go to sleep.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Kay, goodnight Lukey. I love you.”

“Love you too, my girl. So much.” His answer was muffled by him pressing his face into your hair to pull you closer, but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even as sleep enveloped you.

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luxbub · 10 months ago

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hii!!! i really love your stuff :)

i was wondering if i could request a lil something about how peter (parker ofc) would react to reader being self conscious about looks n being "pretty enough" for him? totally cool if it's not up your alley, i just really like the way you write him! thanks <3

peter parker’s beautiful gf

a/n ilyyy, you’re so sweet, fr kicking my feet rn. I really hope you like it even through my obv incapability of reassuring people. I’ve thought about a more spicy outcome of this blurb so if you’re up to it just tell me and i’ll post it<3

pt.2 (nsfw)

“What are you doing?”

Shit.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, half-naked in peter’s room. The only clothing you seemed to have on was your underwear and a too-big for you t-shirt with some math pun on it—probably peter’s— that reached to your mid-thigh.

“Um, nothing, i was just getting dressed.” You say softly, with a small smile gracing your face and yet that’s enough to convince peter that there’s something off.

Instead of trying to make you talk which would take hours of you going back and forth, he came up from behind you, his long fingers grabbing at your waist and gently massaging the flesh there, as he leaned his head on your shoulder. His back a little hunched from the height difference, but he seemed not to pay attention to it, giving all his attention to you.

“Do you think i’m pretty?”

Silence rung out in the room, as now you were both looking at your reflection in the mirror—more like your reflection. You were starting to get nervous, as peter kept on staring strictly at you from the mirror.

You had no make up and your hair was a mess, why wouldn’t you be nervous? You rarely let people see you without any of those things in check, so the little sleepovers you had with peter still caused anxious butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“You are so beautiful.” Peter murmured, into the skin just below your ear. He slowly started trailing kisses on your neck, every few seconds words like “my perfect girl” or “pretty girl” spewing from his lips.

Soon he had littered your whole neck and face with kisses, when he turned you around.

“You are the most beautiful girl, you know that?” Peter asked raising an eyebrow. You faces were a few inches away and his breath was fanning your face as your eyes started stinging.

“You’re even way out of my league, you have no idea how many times a day i wonder how am i so lucky? To have the most beautiful and breathtaking and funny and smart—and god, i can go on for hours, but having you in my arms, loving you is the best thing that can ever happen to me. Each time i see you, sweetheart, i can still feel the rapid beat of my heart or the way my breath hitches, just from the sight of you. Each morning that i wake up with you by my side, and you’re still asleep, i’m given the gift of just staring at you for hours till you wake up and smile with that cute smile of yours. Every day that i see you, my day is made. I could stare and stare and stare for hours and still wouldn’t be able to find ugliness on your face nor your body. Cause you’re all beautiful, baby—from the inside out.”

Stunned, once again the room was engulfed by silence, as tears were now freely falling down your face. Peter was sweet, all the time; complimenting you, touching you, comforting you.

But this was different; this was peter confessing, his love, his adorance.

Looking at your tear-stained face, peter took a hold of your cheek in one hand; wiping away the wetness, softly murmuring “you’re my beautiful girl”.

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kakashixhatakesxwhore · 6 months ago

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Pairing: Uchiha Itachi x f!Reader

Summary: Going blind and coughing up blood, Itachi had to seek some kind of medical aid, if only to prolong the inevitable. It helped that some random farming village's secondary clinician was so understanding and willing to provide that aid - but now, after a year of visits and spinning a Parnassian lie, he's started to care for the clincian, against his better judgement.

W/c: 2.7k

Warnings: meh, fluff, just Itachi going blind and trying to be nice (also him negating to tell our girl that he isn't just some wayward poet)

Notes: totally totally totally inspired by this post by @weeny-mcbitch !! also, was supposed to be a drabble that I stayed up all night to write instead, so lmk if y'all want a part 2, im teeming with ideas rn (also, im working on my requests, i swear to god, this is kinda like a warm up for one of then - whoever sent in that itachi and shisui one ily youre a genius) anyway lmk if this sucks

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He was such a kind man, there wasn't a thing in the world you wouldn't have done for him, for free. Just his thanks and the small, reluctant smiles he would give you were payment enough.

"I don't want your money, Itachi," you giggled as you reshelved an assortment of herbs. "When have I ever made you pay for my silly, little pills?"

"They're not silly, and you should."

Looking over to him and his holey cloak, you just asked with a grin, "When are you going to let me fix up that ratty cloak of yours, anyway?"

"I'm practically stealing from you as is," he grimaced, holding up the bottle of pills you had just pressed.

Itachi stared at the exam room wall in front of him with wide, unmoving eyes for a moment longer before letting them trail to you. Smiling at him softly, you returned a jar of Goldenseal essence to your wall. His stare made you nervous - it was as if he were looking straight through you, despite an effort. You shelved the final jar and put your hands up, one in front of the other, aimed at Itachi.

"What are you doing?"

"How many fingers am I holding up with the hand closer to you?"

"Why are you doing this?" He asked with a sigh, looking back to the wooden wall in front of him. Dropping your hands, you moved to sit beside Itachi on the bench of your family's exam room.

Your father was your village's clinician, trained by his father and his father before him. He had been training you thusly to carry on the title, which allowed you the facility to care for the wandering ninja before you, whenever he came along. It wasn't terribly often that Itachi would visit, but you always made sure to be thorough in your examination when he would.

"Last time you were here, I noticed you were having some issues with your depth perception. This time, your pupils aren't properly dilating with the light," you told him softly. Itachi just turned his head down to look at the floor instead. Sighing, you put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly as you said, "I'm not an optometrist by any stretch, but my cousin is. If you're still here tomorrow afternoon, I can get you an appointment."

"I won't be."

His voice was firm, but had such an feeling of regret attached to it. You frowned, letting his shoulder go. He was an adult, and a wanderer, no less. There wasn't a thing in the world you could do to force Itachi to do anything.

The air in the room had gotten much too thick for your liking. So you smiled, bumping your shoulder against his as you stood again, remarking, "I suppose the life of a travelling poet doesn't allow time for optometry then."

"No, it doesn't..." Itachi trailed off.

You just chuckled lightly, collecting your notes on the wanderer that were strewn across your father's desk. Your desk. The practitioner's desk. A life of poetry and meandering seemed so nice in comparison to your boring life. Though, Itachi never meandered. He never seemed to have the time. You'd think a man of his lifestyle would have all the time in the world.

"Will you ever share one of your poems with me?" You asked, lining your year's worth of papers up before sliding them into your bag.

"What?"

Scared out of your skin, you jumped away from Itachi, who was suddenly standing beside you. He took a step back, extending his arms to you. Itachi's face filled with worry as his cloudy, black eyes jumped around your entire body.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to frighten you, I should have made more noise. I'm so s-"

"It's alright," you murmured, taken by the slight parting of his lips and furrow of his brow. You just stared at his face, heart corralling itself, as a different Itachi stood before you. One you hadn't seen before. Inhaling deeply, you bit down on your lip, murmuring, "As an aside... you smell amazing."

Closing his mouth, Itachi blinked slowly as his expression morphed into that of confusion, then to a slight... well, you didn't know. He just seemed caught off guard, though pleasantly so. Itachi's brow relaxed slightly, and you were blessed with his small smile. The right corner of his mouth lifted just slightly higher as his eyes roamed your face, and Itachi leaned forward unconsciously. You smiled back, collecting the straps of your bag as you maintained your gaze on Itachi.

After a long while, Itachi rubbed the back of his neck, turning his eyes to the ground. "What do I smell like?"

"I dunno," you chuckled, pulling your bag over your shoulder and walking up beside Itachi. You leaned closer to him and took a long breath, deep and thoughtful. Humming, you mumbled, "Like a very foggy forest, I suppose."

"Ugh, that's terribly musky," Itachi complained with a kind of joke in his tone that was foreign to your ear. You smiled as Itachi turned his head to look at you, his minty breath washing over you as he asked hesitantly, "And you... like that?"

"I do, indeed," you confirmed with a nod. "Though, I can smell a distinct lack of mullein on you. Make sure you're steaming those pills properly."

"I do," he replied almost indignantly.

You chuckled as you asked, "With the towel over your head, and all?"

Itachi's nose twitched, nodding, "As embarrassing and time consuming as it is, yes."

"What colours come up after?"

"Black, and blood."

"Are you coughing while over the pot?"

Itachi's face scrunched up at your question. "No, ew, why would I-"

"Don't cough into the pot, take your head out for a second," you laughed, shaking your head. Walking to the exam room door, you flicked off the lights, allowing the moonlight from the window to illuminate the room. "You shouldn't suppress your coughs, that will only make you cough harder when you give in."

You opened the door and turned back to the beautiful, black haired poet. He stood by the desk, nodding silently and softly. Itachi's large eyes reflected the shine of the moon so wonderfully, it was like you could see the individual beams as they touched the different shades of his dark irises.

Eh, what the Hell. "Care to walk me home, or does the Poet's Life not allow time for that either?"

Elegant as a dancer, Itachi swiveled on his heel and came to you with his small smile returned to his full lips. His cloak swished as he walked toward you, his footsteps no louder than those of the smallest mouse in the largest church. Voice as rich as your grandmother's chocolate cake, Itachi hummed,

"I can make the time, if only for you."

"Oh, stop, now you're just flirting with me," you grinned as the black haired man followed you out of the primary exam room.

"And if I am?"

"Well," you grinned with a blush, locking the door. "Then I would smile, kiss you, and say thank you."

"Then I'm awaiting your kiss."

"You're awfully bold this evening, Itachi," you giggled, hooking your arm into his as you began to walk down the short hallway of exam rooms.

He smiled, looking straight forward as he walked with you, putting his other hand over yours. Just his presence was so calming, but it was like contact with him put your soul in a trance. Nothing bothered your mind, nothing nagged - everything felt peaceful, or at least tentatively so. The two of you swept into the waiting room and you both turned back to lock the door to the hallway.

"Do you have a boyfriend? A husband?"

"Cripes, Itachi, how old do you think I am? A husband?" You exclaimed with a laugh.

"You said you were nineteen a few months ago," Itachi said with a gentle voice. "A young woman like you... you should have a husband... someone to love you."

"Lots of people love me," you replied, mocking his earlier indignance, pulling Itachi through the dark waiting room.

"That's not what I meant," he sighed, pursing his lips. You frowned a bit, recognizing he thought you were upset. Itachi's hand stiffened over yours, as if he was worried you would let go. Drawing a deep breath, he clarified slowly, "I meant... I'm sorry, I just- you're so... it's unbelievable that no one has... you must decline a thousand proposals a day, is what I mean."

"Awfully poetic wording," you remarked jokingly.

Opening the front door of the clinic, you and Itachi squeezed through together while you chewed on your lip. The night air was crisp, wrapping you in a ticklish blanket, which had you you tighten your grip around Itachi's bicep. The muscle rippled beneath your fingers as Itachi pulled you a step closer to him while you locked the final door.

"My dad takes care of that for me," you admitted, drawing him down the steps of your family's clinic and onto the dirt road. "He needs me at the clinic, and in the garden, and at home - one day, he'll decide we need a next generation to continue the clinic, but I've still got a few more years."

Looking over, you remarked the frown that had settled onto Itachi's lips. Still staring ahead, Itachi looked genuinely upset by your words, almost troubled.

"I wish... I'm sorry," he simply said.

"Not your fault, poet," you shrugged, rubbing small circles into his bicep. "I'm content. I've got a job, a small nation's worth of friends, and the attention of the most handsome ninja in the world."

"Who?" Itachi snapped, head swiveling so quickly you could hear a small crunch of cartilidge.

With a chuckle, you shook his arm. "Don't tell me you're losing your sharpness along with your eyesight." Itachi quirked his eyebrow at you, squinting as he did. You snickered, "You, Itachi, are the most handsome ninja- no, human - and you're gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous."

"Now you're just flirting with me."

"I am, but I'm also telling the honest truth," you replied, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest at any second.

Looking forward, you could make out the lights of your house in the distance. You turned your head up, hearing the crickets' chirps and the soft breaths Itachi took. The stars above where abundant in the black canvas of the sky, the white and yellow specks flickered in every corner, as far as the eye could see. Right in the center of the sky, directly above the two of you, a big, bright, full moon shone, bathing your little village in silver glow. Everything seemed so perfect, so picturesque - as if the whole world was as calm as you. Perhaps it was, if only while you walked with Itachi.

"Do you know any of the constellations?" Itachi asked you gently, only a few paces from your house.

"Not a one, you?"

"I could draw you a map of the sky, if you wanted me to."

You looked over casually as Itachi raised his eyes to the sky. He began squinting and widening his eyes, pupils stagnant and his eyes dry. Despite the obvious troubles, Itachi raised his hand from yours and pointed. Your eyes followed up his arm, his index finger drawing a strange figure eight in the Northern sky as he mumbled,

"There... do you see a really bright star and a kind of fish shape?"

Matching his squint, you looked where he pointed. Itachi's finger was a ways off the brightest star in that direction, but you assumed that was the star he meant.

"I see the bright one, I think, but the fish is a bit tough."

"Well, the star is called Vega, and the constellation is Lyra," he told you, bringing his hand back to rest atop yours on his bicep. Itachi squeezed your hand to his muscle and he continued, "It's a lyre, like the one Orpheus played."

"Who's Orpheus? And who's the liar?"

"A lyre is a harp of sorts, but Orpheus' is a very long story, sweetheart," Itachi chuckled lowly as the two of you approached your house.

With a shrug, you pulled him to the stairs to your door and sat on the second step, letting go of his arm.

"I've got the time for a story."

Smiling, Itachi sat next to you and began, "Then forget Orpheus for a second while I tell you about Jason."

Over the hours of the night, Itachi divulged the epic legends of Jason and his Argonauts, shifting to Orpheus and Eurydice after. You listened with rapt attention, clinging to every word as he gesticulated wildly. Itachi painted such vivid imagery with his tongue that you had no doubt he was a poet. Of course people would pay to listen to his voice, to be taken into a world of his creation.

As he recited the tales, you asked him questions. Silly, little questions, you thought, but they derailed him greatly, sending him on tangents about different translations and different versions of the same myth.

"He has to turn around."

"But he can't, you just said that was the rule."

"What would you do, if your love refused to look at you?" Itachi asked, eyes locked with yours.

You shrugged and yawned, "I dunno, you're always staring at me."

"Okay, then think," he chuckled. "I'm in front of you, and you can only see the back of my head, as we walk out of Hell."

"Sounds alright."

"We're in Hell though, sweetheart," Itachi reminded you with a smug smile. "The ground is alive, only to trip you - demons are swarming and taunting us - we're surrounded by danger. And I don't look back... I don't check if you're still with me, or if you're alright."

"Oh, I get it, I get it," you hummed with a nod. "But still, we would be fine, as soon as we're safe on Earth."

"Eurydice didn't think so." Itachi tore his eyes away from yours, looking to the sky as it lightened. "In the one version where Orpheus doesn't turn, Eurydice turned back. She returned to Hell, not wanting to live if Orpheus didn't care enough to check on her."

"That's terribly sad, Itachi."

He looked back to you, smiling softly despite your words. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't mean to sadden you."

"I'm not sad." You yawned again, leaning on Itachi's shoulder. "Not sad at all."

"I should let you go in, get some sleep while you still can."

"Next time you come, you should stay with me," you suggested, almost ignoring his attempt to leave. "You could stay for a few days even, get some proper writing in. The village isn't awe-inspiring, but we've got a few nice streams and valleys."

Itachi took a deep breath, then leaned his head against yours gently. The two of you sat on your step, simply breathing together as the sky shifted from a navy blue to a darling lilac. Slowly, the stars that Itachi seemed to know so much about faded into the distance, leaving you only a twinkle in your mind to mark their presence. Birds stirred awake, the hatchlings cheeping desperately for breakfast from their diligent parents. The birds awoke the cicadas, who started their droning early, before the sun even began to rear it's stunning halo over the horizon.

The silence that you and the wandering poet had constructed began to seep away as the farmers began their morning duties. Machinery whirred to life, and farmhands slowly started stumbling from their houses, on their ways to their contracts.

No louder than a whisper, Itachi mumbled, "I need to go."

"Why? A limerick on the tip of your tongue?"

"You could say that," he smiled, lifting his head off of yours slowly. Once you raised your head from his shoulder, Itachi stood and extended his hand to you. You took it gratefully, and Itachi added, "I'll come back soon."

"I hope," you replied honestly, squeezing his hand. Itachi's Obsidian eyes flickered around your face, his pupils dilating wide. You grinned, "I'll work on some eyedrops for you - I can't restore muscle, but I can help qualm the dryness."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"Okay," Itachi whispered.

Carefully, he brought his free hand to your face, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb as his fingers pressed against your jaw.

When you leaned against him, Itachi let go of your hand, in favour of cupping your face on either side. You rested your palms around his thick, bare, scarred forearms, as the tattered sleeves of his cloak had fallen to his elbows. For a minute, you and Itachi stood in the quiet of the morning as his fingers gently roamed around your face. They brushed down your nose, feeling each dip in your jaw and temples, gently squeezing the flesh of your cheek. Everywhere he touched, a trail of tingling fire was left, making your heart bounce around in your chest. Itachi's small smile grew on his face, deepening from a simple smirk to a full-blown beam.

Blinking a few times, Itachi said, a decibel louder, "You are... very, very pretty, Y/n."

You smiled, leaning forward to the balls of your feet. Lingering for only a second, you pressed a kiss to Itachi's cheek. His face bloomed quite the rosy red, as you said,

"Thank you."

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hijackalx · 1 year ago

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ASTARION NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

hes such a dick if ur a one night stand LMAO understandably tho. understandably..... but yeah if hes not really feeling u he just kind of dips out after coming up with some wack ass rehearsed excuse to protect ur feelings. totally different story if he loves u though. i feel like he gets sooo lovey-dovey post nut OMG like soo much praise and so many kisses. post nut clarity with his S/O consists of him enjoying the many wonders of the world 😭😭 that shit will have him watching the sunset

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

i think he likes his hands. i mean its one of the things he can see so like. but they are really nice. long and nimble fingers and smooth palms. his hands look like poetry lowkey. anyway if ur AFAB he loves titties. any titty. loves to mark them up and watch them bounce while u ride him. if ur AMAB its ur shoulder/collarbone area especially if its dainty and delicate looking but regardless he wants to bite around there. youll see him looking at them a lot

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he wants to come on ur face or inside u. his two go-tos. if hes about to nut he'll ask u really quick which u want and u have like 3 seconds to answer LMAO. takes a while to get to that point tho so u have some time to think about it beforehand 😭😭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he got hard asf the first time u let him drink from u LMAOO he walked away and jerked off IMMEDIATELY

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

hundreds of years of experience is enough for me yeah

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

oooooooooooo gurl. ugh hold on theres so many it could be. ok so theres two. 1. he likes to sit u in his lap (the back of ur head on his shoulder or maybe even sitting sideways with ur legs off the side ??? idk however yall want) and finger/jerk u off. it makes him feel sooo in control 🤤 and 2. he lovesss eye contact so any positions where he can stare into ur soul 👁️👁️ yall why am i only seeing missionary rn...... or planking i guess lol

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think hes pretty serious. he might even get pissed off if u start acting too goofy lol like hes playful but not going to start cracking jokes 😹😹

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

this pains me to say...... but i dont think elves get body hair if any (like canonically)....... but i think its weird to be completely bald so im going to say hes got a little bit of pubic hair, armpit hair, and of course leg/arm hair. its just not very long or thick. he basically never has to trim or anything

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

my boy is a romantic at heart yall. will kiss u a lot and hold u very close. i think its rlly important for him to have some sort of emotional connection thru sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

honestly dont feel like he ever does normally LMAO when u reject him or push him away during the first romance scene and he says he'll go beat off i think hes just saying that to make u feel bad 😹😭 when u let him drink from u it was probably the first time he jerked off in a longggg time. i can see him thinking hes above doing something like that lol so its an ego thing

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ok did u guys see the little church looking building at the first campsite in act 3??? i think if yall were to smash there he'd never forget it. like something about that turns him on so much. probably bent u over the altar. even after u guys are long gone he still thinks abt it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

suck on his fingers omg. but also really likes to use sex to put u in ur place so if u guys argue or just dont get along at some point he will use that as a build up to sex. so he will purposely push ur buttons A LOT. cuz its like, how dare u raise ur voice at him ?? 😤

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

if u dont go along with what he wants to do he kind of gets pissy after a while. he only ever really wants to be in control and thats it. also wont do anything extreme or ridiculous either 😭😭 anything that makes him feel humiliated is a big no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

for AFAB like ive said before he is the self-proclaimed coochie eating champion of faerun. sooooo good at it its not funny. will also kiss it and leave more kisses/bites on ur thighs. makes u feel like ur coochie is the most divine coochie in the world LMAO omg also will want to eat u out every time ur on ur period......... i think thats like one thing he will absolutely beg for OOP

if ur AMAB its basically the same just with a dick lol

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he can do both. probably likes to be a little rougher than most people though

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

yeah if hes in the mood i can see him scouting the area for a place to smash LMAO which probably happens pretty often. doesnt mind giving up the romantic aspect as long as yall still fuck for real every once in a while.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i think he would need to be convinced. willing to hear u out at least

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

TOO LONG. HE LASTS WAY TOO LONG. i mean after u been suckin and fuckin for that many years how do u not take forever to nut 😭😭 u will get urs tho dont worry. also perfect situation for u to have multiple orgasms so dont get discouraged besties 🤘🏻

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

allllll the timeeeee. he wants u to need him more than anything else before he fucks u. u need to need this man like u need oxygen. like a fish needs water. like a plant needs the sun. like a

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

grunts and groans but when he gets closer to finishing he'll start moaning. he doesnt make an effort to stay quiet but also wont do anything embarrassing 😹

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

emmmmm i wanna say he can go a pretty long time without sex. but if he has a partner he is sexually attracted to his libido can be pretty high. but lets remember he is getting into his erectile dysfunction years ☝🏻 JOKINGGGG LMAO

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

well he meditates technically. but he gets into that lil meditation pose fast as fuck boy 🧘 do not interrupt him either he'll be grumpy 😭

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