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immajustvibehere · 1 year ago

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Touch Starved Arthur x fem!touchy Reader (Part 2)

Pairing: hh!Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader (fluffly)

Part1 here!

summary: Arthur takes you and Jack out camping for two nights. Both of you have to battle your feelings for each other until you finally....

warnings: one bed trope, fluff, domestic bliss

6000 words

In the manner of Arthur’s approach, you knew he was up to something. His big hands rested on his gun belt, his expression was casual. His attempt to appear relaxed was almost perfect. You weren’t fooled so easily, though. By the smug grin that started to appear on your face as Arthur came closer, he understood that you had sensed his unease from a mile away. Your intuition was exceptional, and Arthur silently cursed himself for his own transparency. And suddenly, there were his subtle tells…the scratching of his neck, the scrunching of his nose, the restlessness of his fingers caressing the leather of the belt.

"Hey, what's up?", you asked and propped your head up with your elbow resting on the table.

"Uhm...I have a proposition to make", Arthur awkwardly sat down at the table. Thankfully, barely anyone else was around to witness this encounter. The sun hadn’t risen yet and people were only slowly crawling out of their beds. In fact, Arthur still saw the remnants of sleep in your features but the steaming mug of coffee in front of you suggested that you were diligently combating it.

"I'm all ears."

Arthur couldn’t help but detect the playful undertone in your voice. You had grown more comfortable around each other the last few days and weeks and some banter and teasing were commonplace by now, particularly in the presence of others. But when you found yourselves alone, which hadn’t really happened since last time, you’d feel like there was a more genuine connection and care for each other than either of you would normally let on.

"Ya can say no if ya don't want to but-...well, I already talked to Abigail. She said she was fine with it", Arthur started. You had no clue what he was on about, but he pressed on, "I suggested we take out Jack for a night or two. The boy needs to see something aside this patch of land and I thought...if you would wanna tag along? You know, I was fine fishing with him but I'm not sure if I'd be any good at the other stuff."

"Yes, of course", you immediately replied. Arthur wasn't sure why he had expected a rejection or a dismissal that he was stupid to suggest such a thing. You actually looked pleasantly surprised about the idea.

You smiled: "It's not just Jack, you know? I haven't left camp since we moved here, so I'll get to see some of the country too!"

"Okay, sure", Arthur said, still somewhat in surprise about what you had just agreed to. But his surprise soon gave way to a sense of anticipation, especially when he noticed enthusiasm. He couldn’t supress a warm chuckle, evidently relieved that everything had worked out.

You briefly discussed the logistics, and Arthur settled on a plan: a night between Dewberry Creek and Ringneck Creek for the first stop, followed by, if Jack was up for it, a night in a room at the Rhodes Saloon.

The following day, you were all packed up. Your horse carried a rolled-up tent, large enough to accommodate the three of you. Jack rode with Arthur, he was the experienced rider after all and would be much greater use in keeping the child from sliding off the horse. It was a fine day, the morning sun was veiled behind some clouds, offering a respite from the usual stifling heat. Rain wasn’t to be expected, the clouds looked like they would clear sooner or later.

For the ride, Jack was dead silent for ten minutes at a time but then asked any question he could come up with. Arthur appreciated your willingness to respond, particularly when faced with Jack’s more challenging inquiries that needed to be tailored for a child’s understanding. Arthur was outright impressed at your skill in addressing his questions, and kept silent, even if Jack wanted his view on something specifically.

It was a smooth ride. Once you had passed the first creek you kept looking for an ideal spot to build your camp. You watched happily how Arthur pretended to discuss the area with Jack, granting him the final say in where to put up the tent. Arthur was responsible for the tent while you went off with Jack to look for firewood. When you returned, the tent had been putt up and Arthur had already gotten out the fishing gear.

"Are we fishing again?", Jack asked with curiously.

"Well, we gotta eat something", Arthur answered.

"But fishing's boring!" Jack said back and Arthur chuckled warmly. The last time he took the boy fishing, it was anything but uneventful, though he understood that a four-year-old wasn't so keen on standing still and waiting.

You squatted in front of Jack: "Why don't you take your toys with you to the water? You can play and Arthur and I'll do the boring waiting."

"Mh, okay."

You walked over to Ringneck Creek. Arthur settled on the same spot he had been to while fishing with Javier a while back. It had a good overlook of the place, so Jack could play in the distance, while still being in eye- and earshot. You and Arthur sat down next to each other, not saying anything and prepping the fishing rod. Even when there were no words exchanges, both of you felt comfortable in each other’s presence. Arthur felt your eyes on him as he pierced a tiny bit of cheese through the hook and handed the rod to you.

“The fish get cheese for lunch? That’s mighty fine, don’t you think?”, you joked.

“This cheese? It has been mouldy for days now. It won’t do us any good. But for fish? The stinker, the better”, Arthur explained and added in a mumble, “Or so I’ve heard…”

You both threw out your line and before you quipped: “So you keep your mouldy cheese in your satchel with the rest of your food?”

Arthur watched the rings expanding around his line, then swallowed quickly before looking you in the eye. Not very convinced he answered: “No…?”

He had expected a lesson on proper food hygiene, but you only grinned cheekily: “Glad I took care of food for this trip. But you really shouldn’t do that, you know? Next time you leave camp for more than a day, I’ll pack you something.”

“Ya don’t have to do that, really”, Arthur replied out of politeness, but the idea of you walking up to him with a sandwich to take on his journeys sent tingles to his chest.

“Mh. I insist”, you said, “I’ll have to take care of you if your stomach goes mad, so I’d rather prevent that. Not that I wouldn’t like to take care of you. Don’t you never keep an injury or sickness a secret in front of me, got it?”

“Yes ma’am”, Arthur said, “You sound like Miss Grimshaw, it’s good yer away from camp for a while”, Arthur joked. Deep down, he knew that you didn’t want to control him, but that you sincerely cared for his well-being. Something Arthur couldn’t quite understand. Of course, he would do the same for you – but that’s different because he had already figured out that he liked your attention more than anyone else. No, that he liked you more than anyone else. Arthur got a little lost in his own thoughts. He wasn’t yet entirely sure about his feelings for you. Mainly because he wasn’t sure how you felt. You were so kind and caring for everyone in the gang, he sadly doubted that he was anything special.

“I missed spending some time with you. Sorry that it’s so hard to sneak away from camp”, you said after a while, bringing Arthur back to reality.

“Doesn’t matter”, Arthur mumbled. He was embarrassed that he felt his cheeks getting warm, “We got away now, didn’t we? I feel almost bad that I take up so much of yer time.”

“Please don’t”, you laughed, looking at the man next to you with a smile.

“I think I saw Sean shed a tear when he heard that you’d be away from camp for two days”, Arthur mentioned.

“Yeah. I think he’s sweet on me”, you said so casually, that Arthur was caught off guard, staring at you in disbelieve.

Arthur cleared his throat before he slowly said: “I thought he and Karen…?”

“Well, Karen is good for one thing”, you said with an ambiguous smile, not meaning serious offence with those words, “I’m good for another.”

From the distance, you heard Jack calling for ‘uncle Arthur’. Arthur sighed with a smile and handed you his finishing rod.

“Yer okay to watch that?”, he asked.

“Sure, go ahead”, you encouraged him.

Jack wanted Arthur’s help to balance on a dead tree. It was wholesome to see how Arthur helped him up on the trunk and then held his hand so he would have an easier time balancing. Then the boy would sit on Arthur’s shoulders and break a smooth looking branch from a tree, using it to play swords fighting with Arthur. You knew that Arthur was gentle with Jack and compared to some men in the gang, even to John if you were honest, he was doing a great job. Still, you hadn’t dreamt that he'd be ready to take on a whole swords fight, pretending to get stabbed when Jack’s twig poked his leg. You noticed Arthur’s stolen glances in your direction. It was as if he wanted to make sure you were watching, though you didn’t have the impression that he only played along to impress you. Arthur seemed to genuinely enjoy it.

“Caught anything yet?”, Arthur’s voice woke you up from your daydreams when he walked up to you after a while.

“No…”, you answered and admitted, “I was a little distracted.”

“Ain’t blamin’ ya. We gave you a hell of a show”, Arthur said and took his spot next to you again. Luckily, a few fish bit later on and by the time you walked back to your tent, a fire could be built and the fish were grilled. A lot of time had passed, and the sun was already low in the sky. Jack demanded to be read to from his favourite book. After you had read a few pages and Jack had settled in to listen to some more, you handed the book to Arthur. He had been busy with stoking the fire and cleaning the grit, so he was a little caught off guard by the action.

“What am I supposed to do with that?”, he asked.

“Read to the boy”, you answered with a grin.

“Why can’t you?”, Arthur asked, his eyebrows raised in wonder.

“My throat is starting to feel sore”, you lied so obviously, that even Jack could have seen through it, “besides; I want someone to read to me too.”

Arthur considered the situation for a moment before giving in. The last time he read a book to someone…well, he wasn’t sure. Was it to Jamie when he was still a little boy or to Isaac? Did he ever even read out to Isaac? Arthur was prompted into opening the book when you suddenly snuggled up to him. But that alone made him lose his voice for a moment, so he had to collect himself before starting to read.

You loved how raspy Arthur’s voice would get when he was nervous, but it soon smoothed out and he had barely read for ten minutes when you had to stop him, because Jack had fallen asleep.

“’s barely even dark…”, Arthur commented after he had carried the boy to his bedroll in the tent.

“He did have an eventful day”, you said, and Arthur had to agree. The bottle of whiskey Arthur had brought was soon opened up and half was gone by the time you could make out the first stars in the sky. A lot of your conversation was just recollecting the day or commenting on happenings on the last few days, but after some silence, Arthur started a new conversation.

"Maybe, if ya told me what the other men ask you to do, I'd feel less a fool for asking ya fer something", Arthur suggested. The undertone of his voice revealed curiosity, but he had tried to keep that intent hidden. You were surprised that he remembered what you had talked about the last time it was just the two of us.

"You're unbelievable!", you exclaimed and giggled so light-heartedly. Arthur's heart melted when he saw the crinkles around your eyes. "You just want the gang's gossip!", you accused him.

"No! I'm just sayin'", Arthur shrugged with a smile, "It would really help a lot."

You looked at him, his blue-greenish eyes staring right back at you. You were an avid eye-contact holder, it was required for your role in the gang. But no pair of eyes ever compared to Arthur's. It was his turn to catch your gaze wandering to his lips, he also noticed how your eyes fluttered, when they looked up again, and then briefly away, as if you considered something.

"Fine. I'll tell you some. But I won't tell you who asked me for what."

"Sure."

"Mhhh...it's not the craziest stuff, if you’re expecting that. Most men like when I play with their hair. Or head scratches. I told you I was good at them! Someone likes it when I feed them. Like...you know...we go pick some berries and I feed them. It can be really,...domestic, I suppose. But then it becomes a lot of fun because we try to throw the berries into each other mouths, trying to catch them. It’s great..."

You got slightly embarrassed. When you spend time with other men from the gang, you always tried to give them an experience that made them happy. Some of it was oddly intimate. It didn't bother you much, but now, speaking about it with Arthur, you somehow started to worry that you'd be worth less in his eyes. Just because you have done those things with his friends. It wasn't like you slept with them. No, none, with very few exceptional instances, have ever been inappropriate.

You were silent for a while, those thoughts taking over quickly. And yet, what should it matter? It’s just Arthur, it was okay if he knew that side of you.

You sighed deeply, still finding Arthur’s eyes glued to your lips.

"Some of them like to show off to me. It's real stupid stuff. Like 'look how quick I can draw' or 'check out this piece of wood I whittled'. I suppose these are just things they are mildly proud at...but embarrassed to show someone. I...like that, though. It's really cute and reveals something about the person. There is always something to praise or enjoy about it. And they really appreciate it."

Arthur stared into the fire, nodding his head slowly.

After a while, he started with: "I ehrm-..." Then he pulled out his journal.

"It's nothing special either...", he flipped through some pages, only to reveal a double-sided sketch of Clemen's Point. A beautiful sketch, well-observed with depth and detail. You knew Arthur kept a journal – you never knew he drew in it! And from all the sketches the other men had ever shown you, most of them could have been done better by Jack, this was honestly impressive.

"Arthur-"

"I know, 's silly", and he was about to close the journal when you snatched it out of his hand and placed it in your lap. Not daring to flip the page but studying the sketch in front of you.

"Are you kidding? It's fucking amazing."

When Arthur looked at you in disbelieve, you doubled down: "Fuck you, man. I can't even pick out things I like to praise because the whole damn thing's just-!"

"Yer teasing me..."

"Am not! When someone shows me a drawing, I often have to guess, like ‘Oh, that’s a nice bison you drew.’ And then they correct me and go like ‘It’s supposed to be a dog.’ and we have a good laugh about it…but this…Is that Dutch's horse?", you asked, pointing at the little white stallion. Arthur confirmed it. You started to point at things, accurately identifying what it was. John's tent, the chicken coop, even the figure in the distance, that only was a vague outline of a person, you identified as if you had been there when it was drawn.

"You have more drawings in there?", you asked.

"Sure. But- wait", he took the journal back, carefully skipping the pages where he had sketched you, which had happened suspiciously often recently, and only showing you the landscapes and animals. You never expected that Arthur had an eye for things like that. A doe was captured perfectly in its shy manner. A funny looking cabin, a crooked tree. For all those things, Arthur stopped and took his time to draw them. It was stunning. You felt like he had given you a better idea of what sort of a man he actually is. To say you liked that version of him, was an understatement and you started to realise this with every sketch of ducks or fish he presented to you.

"When you find someone, someone you really like. And start a family...you could draw and sell those pictures, you know?"

Arthur was shocked. Firstly, why you knew about his wish to start a family, and secondly, that you suggested his drawings are nearly good enough for anyone to pay money for.

"Y/n", Arthur lamented, almost with a painful voice. As if you were that naive girl that had no idea about how life works. That there could never be a family for him, never a different life than shooting and robbing to get to some money.

"Have you ever painted? Like with colour and a paintbrush?", you interrupted.

"Ain't worth it. I'd be no good with colour. And it's too expensive."

"When's your birthday?", you asked out of the blue. You were determined. If you had to work your ass off for it or drop to your knees in front of Miss Grimshaw, you'd get this man a paintbrush.

"No", Arthur said firmly.

"Come on!", you quipped.

"Stop it. It's just a stupid thing I do to pass some time it ain't-"

"But I love them!", you interrupted, "I really do. Every single one you showed me."

"Clearly, something ain’t right in your head then", Arthur joked and put his journal away.

"You are a charming man, Mr. Morgan," you teased back, bumping into his shoulder.

As if your words had confirmed Arthur's accusation, he comically tapped your forehead with his index finger: "Really messed up, aren't you?"

"Why?", you said, switching gears and skilfully capturing Arthur's finger that had went for another tap. It took both of your hands to open Arthur's hand, not that he resisted, but his hands were huge. And with your guidance, Arthur's hand cupped your cheek. "Is it because I like to spend time with you? Do you think one has to be mad to enjoy that? Because if you do think that...I have to give you ten reasons why you are wrong."

Arthur barely listened to your words. His senses were hyper focused on his hand which was touching your cheek. Warm and soft. Not smooth like a perfect hide, but skin isn't perfect. Hell, his hand must be mighty uncomfortable. It was calloused, beaten up, scarred. There was no rational reason why you would snuggle your face into it like it was a pillow you readied for a night's sleep.

With pleasure you watched how often he blinked, how flustered he became, how his hand twitched in excitement under your touch. As careful as you were some butterfly, Arthur’s thumb dared to caress your cheek. The movement was so small, it was like he didn’t even want you to notice that you he had dared to do that. Somehow, this rough and hardened outlaw was a real sensitive guy. A sensitive guy who made your stomach flutter.

"I'll head to bed and join Jack, you coming too?", you asked, guiding Arthur's hand into your lap and holding in lightly with your two hands.

"Imma...t-take care of the fire a little longer", Arthur answered with coarse voice, his throat entirely dried up.

"M'kay", you smiled and stood up without letting go of Arthur's hand. Halfway in the process of standing up you halted, pressing a light kiss on Arthur's cheek and whispered good night, before finally letting go and walking off to the tent.

Though you were exhausted, it was tricky to sleep. You listened to Arthur who was still attending the fire, walking up and down, whispering to the horses and occasionally took a swig from the bottle. Jack slept at the side of the tent, you had taken the spot in the middle. No matter how long it felt until sleep finally took over, Arthur crawled into the tent ten minutes later, only to find out that you had messed with the sleeping set-up. It wasn’t the way he had arranged it, namely, a very inequal distribution of blankets and ‘pillows’ (rolled-up jackets or other garments). Arthur had planned to spend the night without a blanket, so you and Jack had two. But you had given up one of yours, which neatly waited on Arthur’s bedroll for him.

“She ain’t gonna make this easy for me”, Arthur thought, before lying down.

“Uncle Arthur!”, Jack squatted next to the man who was still fast asleep. Well, until the boy started to shake him with all his might, though it barely rattled the man.

“Aunt y/n told me to wake you”, Jack smiled innocently. Arthur was trying to grasp the situation. For a fleeting moment, he thought there was danger nearby. Then he had been confused about why Jack was there. Only slowly, as Jack left the tent and the rays of sunshine hit his face, he remembered that he had went out camping with you and the boy. And clearly, he had overslept.

Arthur crawled out of the tent and stood up with a groan, stretching his tired limbs. The smell of coffee had reached his nose before he looked down to see Jack walking towards him, a half-filled cup in his hands.

“For you”, he exclaimed. Arthur took the mug and mumbled his thanks, looking up a little to finally lay eyes on you. The fire was on, the percolator boiling with water, and he saw that you were in the process of readying a little pan for some eggs you had apparently taken from camp.

“Good morning”, you said with a big smile.

“Sorry I overslept…”, Arthur grumbled, sitting down by the fire.

“Nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you could catch up on some sleep.”

Breakfast was nice. You scrambled some eggs, garmented them with herbs you had collected earlier and re-filled Arthur’s mug. Jack was happy after eating a few bites and then playing with his toys in the distance. Arthur and you discussed the rest of the day and decided you would take your time, see if Jack was up for a ride and a stroll through Rhodes and spending another night at the Saloon.

Later, Jack helped you with washing the dishes at the creek. You managed to talk him into throwing a wet rag at Arthur, which he answered by throwing the rag back at you. This started a game of dogde or catch the rag. You laughed a lot. By mid-day you were on your horses, carefully navigating the shadows to escape the relentless sun. After one very slow hour of riding, with breaks whenever Jack discovered something interesting on the ground that needed further investigation, you arrived in Rhodes. After restocking on groceries, you made your way to the saloon, finding it relatively quiet and peaceful still.

“Can I help you, folks?”, the bartender asked, leaning on the counter.

“A room, please”, Arthur stated briefly. The bartender considered you for a moment, his eyes wandered from Arthur to you and finally your hand that rested protectively on Jack’s shoulder.

“We have a special deal for families. Spacious room, enough beds and a discount on a bath”, the bartender explained, opening the ledger where he kept track of which rooms were taken.

“Sounds great!”, you chimed in happily before Arthur could do as much as open his mouth.

“There you go. Walk up the stairs behind there, first door on the right”, the bartender handed you the keys, “Just let me know when you want the water heated up.”

“Will do, thanks!”, you answered. Your free arm was quickly intertwined with Arthur, who was taken by surprise. He stiffened a little but walked off with you and Jack rather convincingly.

“Whoa! This bed is huge!”, exclaimed Jack when you walked into the room.

“Ain’t for you though, little man”, Arthur chuckled. The room was equipped with a bed that was big enough to fit a couple and a toddler, but there was still a children-sized one in the corner. Arthur noticed how your arm slipped away from his as you entered the room, dropping some of your luggage onto the floor.

“Luxurious, isn’t it?”, you smiled. It was definitely better than the rooms you’d get in Valentine and probably even cleaner than the other ones the saloon had to offer. Jack was settling in, testing how bouncy his mattress was and unpacking his toys while Arthur walked up to you, clearing his throat.

“Yer fine with sharin’ a bed?”, he asked.

You raised an eyebrow: “We shared a tent last night, and that was a much tighter fit, wouldn’t you say so?”

“I guess…”, Arthur felt a little helpless. Sharing a bed felt more domestic and intimate than sharing the same tent. Also, Jack wouldn’t be all snuggled up to you, but in his own bed at some distance. Frankly, Arthur was excited. You watched his frown, not quite sure if its origin was because of discomfort or simple nervosity.

“Are you okay with that? I could bring my bedroll and-“, you wanted to suggest, but Arthur was quick to interrupt you: “I just didn’t know if you were fine with it. I don’t want ya to feel uncomfortable.”

“Don’t worry about me”, you smiled, “I’ll go down and ask for a bath. Abigail will be glad I we bring the boy back cleaner than he was before.”

Arthur was alone in the room for nearly an hour, before you and Jack appeared with damp hair, smelling of soap. It was decided that Arthur would also make use of the warmed-up water, and as he went off to the bathroom, you and Jack set your plan in motion.

By the time Arthur returned he was met with a sight that initially puzzled him. The two of you had transformed the little corner with Jack’s bed using the limited resources available to you, creating a makeshift fort out of pillows and blankets. Jack’s small bed had been turned into a cozy cave of sorts, sheltered from the outside world to the point where you needed a lantern to read a book within.

Arthur didn’t even see you at first, he only heard Jack’s bubbly giggle and you shushing him. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to play along and pretend that he didn’t know where you were…like some sort of hide-and-seek. But he decided against it, instead sighing happily, and sitting down on the big bed.

“I can hear ya, ya know?”, he said gently.

“No you can’t!”, Jack said back.

“Should have built it bigger, doesn’t look like I’ll fit underneath there”, Arthur commented. Now, you peeked out. Arthur saw how you opened a mouth, but something stopped you for a moment. His hair was wet and slicked back. He hadn’t even bothered putting on his shirt, but instead only wore his pants and union suit underneath. Hell, he hadn’t even bothered to button it all the way up. It hugged his muscles perfectly. You knew he was in good shape, but you hadn’t expected THIS.

“Shouldn’t have grown so big then”, you finally said, a fine blush on your cheeks.

As the evening advanced, you had read several chapters to Jack, lulling him into slumber. You then quietly slipped into the bed beside Arthur. After some casual conversation which both of you skilfully and awkwardly used to get closer to each other, Arthur asked something that had been on his mind for a while: "What do you get out of it? All the nurturing and caring for everyone in the gang? Has any one of them ever done right by you?"

"Well...I have a place to stay and sleep. I don't have to worry too much about earning money. And I like making others happy."

Arthur didn't like that. A place to sleep and food, he felt like, shouldn't be things you had to earn by listening to the complaints of others all the time.

"All you get is hearing the troubles of some dirty, foolish outlaws. Ain’t really a life, is it?"

"Some make me happy too", you admitted, quietly. You realised how Arthur tensed up slightly.

"I get to know y'all. Don't you think that's a privilege? For a woman my age? Others can't simply walk around in the street, offer some hand-holding a listenin' and expect this to pay for their meals."

"You want to do this for the rest if your life?", Arthur asked. You scanned his body, focusing on the dark hair that grew on his chest.

"No", you whispered, and gently, you put your hand on his chest. You felt his heart, no, you saw how it beat, the skin of his chest swiftly moving in an up and down movement.

Arthur...was different than the others. You didn't know if it was that there was an actual difference, or if it just felt differently. But the way he treated you, the way he held you...it was so gentle. Like it was touch meant for a lifetime. The others were slightly more prudish, because they knew they had a couple of hours with you and maybe they'd be shot and die the next day. Somehow...not Arthur. When he pulled you closer into a hug, it was always the same, as if it was a welcome back, a coming home. There was no holding onto it, because he sorts of knew you would always be there. And you wanted it to be like that too. Because you, as tricky it was to admit, had feelings for this man.

Now it was you who caught Arthur staring, staring at the unsure movements your lips made as you searched for something to say. Maybe to explain what this all meant to you.

"Do you think it's ridiculous, what I do?", you asked. You wanted to know Arthur's opinion, truly.

"What? No."

"Really?"

"Hell, we'd be a bunch of degenerates if ya didn't keep us together. Yer ignoring Micah. For good reasons, I gotta say, and look what a slimy no-good he is. We'd be all like that if it wasn't for you", Arthur said. There was humour in his voice, but he meant what he had said. You smiled slightly.

"I wish I had come to you earlier", Arthur said.

"We are making up for the lost time, aren't we?", you said and leaned into him. The gesture seemed so familiar that Arthur wrapped his arms around you with barely any thought. Arthur watched your fingers as they trailed through his hair on his chest, never resting somewhere for long but tracing lines from his collar bones to where his beard started on his neck.

“Do you mind?”, you whispered, your fingers resting on a button of his suit.

Arthur subtly shook his head and watched how you unbuttoned one button after another. You had him slip out of the sleeves so the suit could be pulled further down, now exposing his entire abdomen to you.

There was no way he could hide his hitched breath. Your touch tickled pleasantly as your fingers explored his skin. He was enjoying those careful attentions, you'd trace around bruises and old scars, Arthur was focused on how it felt differently, the abused flesh and the scar tissue that had lost sensitivity. He noticed, either for the first time ever, or he had forgotten in the meantime, how ticklish he was on his side, under the ribs. He had no urge to laugh, but his body reacted to your touch differently, squirming when your skin brushed over his. Arthur noticed that you took a liking to those reactions, because he felt the corner of your mouth, which was pressed into his arm as you leaned into him, curl into a smile.

It was quiet. Sometimes the yells of a bar fight could be heard or someone hammering on the piano, but that aside, it was only Jack's silent snores that disturbed the peace.

"Arthur?", you whispered and sat up.

"Mhm?", Arthur looked sleepy. It wasn't even that late yet, but something about the situation was making him sleepy in the best way. You said nothing more. You only put your hand on his cheek, briefly caressing his stubble.

"Would it be okay if I kissed you?", you asked.

For a few moments, Arthur's mind went completely blank. He only breathed a shaky "Yeah" and your lips brushed his already.

Instantly, Arthur's hands pulled you in closer. You were close, lips brushing, breathing each other's air. It was all you needed, before both of you finally pressed into each other.

You knew Arthur was gentle, but this sort of tenderness took even you by surprise. And Arthur- well, he was pretty sure he was dreaming. When was the last time he had kissed a woman? No, when was the last time he kissed a woman and felt like his heart was about to explode in his chest. He had craved this ever since the night you spent together. And by the way your hands wandered to his hair, fingers running through his strands, he knew you had wanted it just as much.

It was a soft kiss and both of you looked sort of surprised when it had ended. Arthur sat up slightly and pulled you on his lap, which earned him a happy grin. You started to pepper the man in front of you with kisses. Super light, as if a breeze was brushing his forehead, his cheek, his nose, under his ear, the corner of his lips. You had lost count, stirred on by a blushing Arthur underneath you.

"D-don't ya think that's enough?", Arthur said, kind of trying to dodge your kisses, but not really.

"Nope. You deserve this!", you said, but when you headed for his nose, Arthur managed to turn it into a proper kiss again.

Then you sank on his chest, lying on top of him with his arms wrapped around you.

For Arthur, this was a weird feeling at first. But he loved how your weight pressed him down into the mattress and how your hands always found a piece of his body to caress and tickle. He was embarrassed about how dry his mouth and throat became again, all of a sudden. He was convinced you realized how often he had to swallow and how hesitant he still was to move his hands any further down than the small of your back. Though if you noticed, you were very understanding. You clearly heard his heart hammering in his chest and waited patiently for it to calm down before speaking again.

"Can I tell you something silly?”, you said, lost in thoughts.

"Sure"

"I liked it when the bartender referred to us as family."

"Me too", and his hold on you became ever so tighter.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

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sexydoffyman · 4 months ago

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please Just ignore this message if the request makes you uncomfortable.

can i have a fluffly reader with s3xu4l 4bus3 tr4uma x konig? just idk, no smut tho, thank you. id really appreciate that.

if it makes you uncomfortable even responding to this request just delete it, its okay, ill understand. if not, id really appreciate if you answered and told me if this made u uncomfortable and you preferred rejecting this request, so i can know if its going to be done or not.

tysm either way 🫂

SAFE

genre: fluff, angst

characters: König

A/N: here ya go🐙

You sat in a shower. You heard him call but ignored him. You were staring into the shower curtain. You felt dirty. You were trying to clean yourself up desperately. That’s what you’ve been doing for two hours. The water bill must’ve been up in the skies now, but you couldn’t even think of that.

König tried to get to you through your phone twenty times. You could’ve been asleep, but he knows you are a light sleeper. He thinks that he’s panicking for no reason. He hopes that he’s only overthinking it. He hopes you forgot your phone while you went out. He’s desperate.

You are washing yourself constantly with his 3 in 1 shampoo. It was the closest thing to you. You are crying in your shower, unable to comprehend what just happened. You feel hopeless. He is in his car, driving well past the speed limit while dialling your number for the twenty-first time.

You don’t know what to do as your world crashes down on you. You try to calm down, failing over and over again.

He’s running up the stairs of your apartment. He is so glad that you gave him a spare key. He opened the door and in one swift motion ran inside your apartment. The sound of water droplets hitting the shower floor was the first thing he noticed.

He felt his shoulders ease a bit. Walking into the shower, his eyes met with yours. As one of his problems left his mind, another appeared. He started to wonder for how long you’ve been in the shower. After opening the door, he stopped to look at you. He saw it in your eyes. The way you looked at him, he understood that something happened.

You put your head in between your knees and wept. He unfroze from his position and turned the shower off. You were covered in small bubbles from the shampoo, fingers wrinkled, eyes red. He picked you up into his embrace. You usually relaxed in his arms, but this time something felt different. He sensed it from you.

No words were exchanged. He put a towel over your cold body and picked you up once again. He put you on your bed and patted the towel to get you a bit dry. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked you. You didn’t respond. You only looked at him. You put your head on his arm, making him lie next to you. He understood the sign and put your blanket over you. You fell asleep immediately, finally relaxing.

In the morning, he questioned you properly. He didn’t report anything to the police. No, he wanted to take care of things himself. After he got all of the information he needed, he took care of you. Like he always did. The man could wait. You couldn’t.

He treated you to a nice breakfast. Then took you to bed right after. It was only with him that you felt right. You felt a bit more clean. After you drifted asleep, he went after the man.

Be assured, the guy will never forget the night he made his worst mistake.

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tonyboneysblog · 5 months ago

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MOTHER HEN: PART TEN

parings: hawks x mother!reader

wordcount: 3k

notes: GET PRANKED IM POSTING I ACTUALLY FINSHED PART TEN (also there’s two more parts left n im so sad😔)

warnings: angst: but then fluffly comfort😘

summary: you, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.

something was wrong with hawks.

I mean he’s always a little weird, but this is different somehow?

sure the two of you have only been dating for about a week, you don’t expect him to show his skin and bones to you.

but he seems like he’s hiding something.

and he looks more…exhausted somehow?

and you know for a fact that he’s at least getting sleep because he’s always cuddled up in your sheets by the times you get home from late shifts.

much to Fumikages dismay.

he’s more upset that hawks took his spot in the bed though.

and that hawks scared the hell out of him when he casually flew through your balcony.

but you don’t except hawks to open up, but you’d like him to know your a good shoulder to cry on.

but it would get better right? wrong.

hawks got more nervous as the weeks went by, even when Fumikage interned with him- which you begged Fumikage to do- he still was antsy.

you two are adults right? You can have a great amazing conversation about eachothers feelings right?

so that’s what you were planning on doing tonight after you got home from the hospital.

Fumikages now at the dorms sadly so you and hawks have the time to speak.

when you finally clocked out you drove home like usual, got home around 12:40 which is the betters times.

Unlocking and opening the door to your home, you craned your head to see if you could see the tufts of blonde hair you liked so much.

wasn’t there though.

so you closed the door, walked through the house searching for hawks.

He had to be home right? You even asked him what time he would be home and it was definitely passed the 9:00 he was so proud of.

Hawks liked getting home early.

But here you were all alone in the house you were supposed to have company in?

You take your phone out from your pocket, calling him.

it rang, no one picked up.

so now you were slightly worried, and confused too.

hawks told you one night that he’d answer your calls immediately.

he thought you’d get too worried about him not answering after what happened with Fumikage.

and he was right, you are worried.

you rang again, no answer.

you shouldn’t be worried- he was probably just fighting a villain right?

fighting one when he isn’t even on the clock.

maybe his phone died- even though he always kept it charged.

bad reception? no he’s always texting and flying in that damn sky.

where in the world would he be-

“Hey mama bird.” He walks through the door with his hero outfit on.

You turned around with a small yelp, scared by his sudden intrusion.

“Hawks- you worried me sick, weren’t you supposed to be off by now?” You say slightly hurried.

he chuckles softly, “calm down, I got a call, had to answer, you know the drill.”

“I don’t, I’m not a hero.”

He huffs at a small laugh, you weren’t joking though.

Hawks walks over towards your room, presumably going to go change out of the hero clothes he was supposed to be out of three hours before.

you follow after, your socks padding on the ground silently.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“Did I? M’sorry I was busy.” He says apolitically.

No context, just that he was busy- isn’t that amazing Y/N?!

Hawks moseys over to your bathroom, “now if you don’t mind me- I have to change.”

He almost shuts the door until you stop it with your foot.

He looks up at you, slightly surprised with a curious glint in his eye.

You sigh- something has to be done about him.

“We should talk, after you change.”

He smiles, “I was planning on talking to

you.”

“No- we need to talk, it’s serious hawks.” your tone a little more aggressive than you’d like it to be.

hawks watches your expression, only staying okay until he mumbles a small, “okay.”

You remove from the door so he can close it, then you walk towards the living room.

Sure- you were a tad bit mean but he’s been worrying you for weeks.

even Fumikage asked if everything was alright with him- maybe hawks grew on him a little but still.

truthfully, you can not take another failed relationship- especially with another hero.

You sit on the couch, your shoulders tense waiting for Hawks entrance.

Maybe you working so much is forcing him to hide things? Maybe he just doesn’t wanna stress you.

Hell your a mother- some grown hero problems aren’t going to sway you.

not after Fumikages my little pony phase.

or the Pokémon one, or when he thought he was a unicorn for two weeks because some kid convinced him he was.

Then walks in hawks, sitting near you tapping his foot anxiously.

“What did you wanna talk about?” His voice doesn’t waver.

“You.”

Hawks expression doesn’t really change.

“What about me?”

“I mean- are you okay?” You grab his hands gently.

He chuckles, “I’m fine, are you okay?”

You sigh, “Hawks…I’m serious.”

“And I’m seriously okay, nothings going on.” He smiles, you know it’s plastered on.

“Why’d you come home at twelve? I thought you were the fastest.”

“I had business.”

Business? What business takes three hours.

“Could you tell me about it?” You try to say softly.

“It’s boring- you wouldn’t wanna hear.”

“What’re you hiding?”

Hawks goes quiet, his foot tapping halts.

He’s got quite the poker face on, but the secrets in his wings that are oh so tensed.

“I’m nothing hiding anything.”

his tapping starts back up, wings tense.

“Oh yeah?”

He hums, “yeah.”

Hawks truly didn’t even know what type of tactic to use on you with all the hero commission training, you also read him through his damn wings no matter how good of an act he played.

“Look- I’m just worried.”

Hawks smiles, removing his hands from yours to tap your chin.

“About little old me?”

But hawks knew you were a woman who “didn’t participate in romantic relationships” and he’d use that to his advantage.

He’s not telling you shit.

Your face is solid, “yes, I’m worried since you’ve been acting weird.”

“What if I told you I was just trying to control myself hm?” He says with a small smirk on his face.

what in the world is he on about?

Your brows furrow in confusion, “what?”

hawks pouts, “I mean Fumikages always around, I can’t do nothing without the guy yelling at me.”

He wouldn’t tell you about his new mission.

it’d break you.

“I mean- yeah that’s true but he’s at the dorms-” hawks hand slowly crawls to your waist then places a finger to your lips with a small “shhh.”

He whispers in your ear softly, “I’m just…a little pent up? want some alone time with my lady y’know?”

it’s not like hawks was completely lying to you, he just couldn’t tell you the truth.

You trip over your words, “yeah, I-i understand.”

Hawks chuckles, his breath hitting the side of your face, “Am I making you nervous?”

Suddenly, he starts pecking the side of your neck over and over again- quickly.

It’s makes laughter bubble out of your throat.

You can hear hawks giggles through his pursed lips.

and hawks was a little prideful that his distraction worked.

slowly but surely hawks little kisses were getting more slow and deliberate, soft and gentle.

He was comfortable laying over you as you laid on the couch, your head being propped up by the arm rest.

hawks was enjoying himself, until your cup his face with a less than happy expression.

kinda made him shiver a little- he would t tell you that though.

“Hawks…you can tell me yknow?”

His damn wings flutter softly against his back before he can stop them.

“Already told you, I just missed you.”

He wouldn’t tell you.

You sigh softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Alright, I’ll drop it.”

Then it got quiet, which is what hawks wanted but…he kinda liked that you worried so much.

but he still wouldn’t tell you.

You run your fingers through his hair, catching your fingers through the knots.

Hawks feels your throat vibrating as you hum a tune he can almost recognize.

He liked this.

Lying to you makes him feel way better if you treat him like this right after.

he’d like to be treated like this for the rest of his life.

You can feel hawks tension basically melt into you. Like putty almost.

You can’t stop staring at him, if he didn’t become a hero he would’ve been a great model.

Sometimes hawks would complain about all the clothing company’s that contacted him to model, but after you told him you like seeing him all dressed up in magazine he quickly changed his tune.

maybe you took your admiration with hawks too far sometimes, always trying to fit every detail on his face into your brain before he woke up late.

A couple minutes pass by, the familiar tune changes slowly into something hawks can no longer recognize.

He likes it, so he raises his head.

he won’t lie when he says he felt shy at your gaze.

“What’s the song your humming?” He says sleepily.

You smile, “Made it myself, it’s called my boyfriend won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Hawks scoffs, then kisses you softly.

He doesn’t want you staring at him, like he’s a good person. Like he’s something.

You rub his back softly, scratching his wings like you would a cats fur.

When he retreats from the kiss, there it is again.

That stare.

he doesn’t like it.

You look at him like he hasn’t killed, like he hung the stars, like he was born for a reason.

Maybe the reason was to meet you.

hawks thinks it’s a wonderful reason for a moment, he doesn’t feel the first tear fall until he recognizes your face filed with concern.

You cup his head gently into your chest.

“H-hey, hey..what’s wrong hawks?” You say sweetly, your kindness leaking like coming from your mouth.

He hates how he retreats more into you, clutching your scrubs like it’s his lifeline.

You can hear him mumble out apologizes, one after another.

You don’t know what he’s apologizing for though.

“O-oh god- Y/N m’so sorry.” He muffles out from your scrubs.

You card through his hair, “hawks it’s okay, I’m not mad.”

And you wait until his breathes slow, until he stops shaking.

And he can’t bring himself to see you look at him that way again.

He sits up, looking away from you.

You rise as well, rubbing his back.

You watch him lean into his hands, covering his face.

“Hawks, I’m not angry- just tell me you’re okay.” Your voice no longer as strong as it used to be.

he shakes his head. Could he tell you?

no. No, he can’t the commission would have his head for leaking information to a civilian.

would you tell though?

he has so much he wants to spill to you, so- so much.

he doesn’t have to spill the mission yet. He can’t.

“Hawks-“

He could tell you the truth about himself.

“Keigo.” His voice doesn’t shake.

You freeze for a moment, “what?”

“That’s my real name, Keigo Takami.”

You pause for a moment, soaking in the information.

Hawks can’t stop the words from spewing out his mouth, you have that effect on him y’know?

“My parents gave me hell when I was born, I lived in some run down shack and my dad would always make it his mission to hit me real good when I turned my back from him, and-“

Hawks was rambling, it was hard for you to process everything but you got the memo.

His voice was strained slightly when he finished.

He retreats back to his hands, his wings over his shoulders. “I-I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore that hearing that.”

You let out a nervous laugh, “ha- keigo. Why would I leave you?”

Hawks lifts his face from his hands to look at you.

He trips over his words slightly, “because..I-i have too much baggage? that’s what Mirko says.”

“Keigo, ever since Ryuji..” you reach to grab a hold of his face, “I thought I was done for.”

Hawks places his hands on your forearms, but he doesn’t make them move one bit.

“I thought no one would love me after that, but then you flew in. With your dumb wing and cute hair.”

Hawks doesn’t break eye contact with you, you wonder if he even blinked.

“And you tried to be my son’s friend- and you taught him to be a good hero. To be like you.”

He’s sniffles, you can tell he’s trying to keep it together.

“Then you came to me, and I want you to stay even when you’re all old and wrinkly and your wings can barely move like they use to.”

You rub soft circles into hawks cheeks, he enjoys the feeling.

“I’d gladly patch you up after every fight- kiss every mark better. I want you to stay with me- I need you to Keigo.”

Hawks looks down, “I’ll stay then.” He mumbles out.

You candle his head back down to your chest, kissing his head softly.

And all hawks can do is soak it in.

You accepted this part of him, would you except the other?

the one where he’s actively helping the league.

the same one that hurt your Fumikage?

Would you still want him in your home after that?

He doesn’t understand why his heart doesn’t ache at the aspect.

part of him already knows you’d coddle and kiss him after he told you.

part of him knows you wouldn’t blame him for it.

yet he can’t get the words out of his mouth.

maybe it’s cause he can’t move, he feels so safe in your arms so what’s the point?

So safe he rests.

Was telling you about his past the right call?

you don’t really care where hawks came from, just where he is now.

and now he’s with you.

and soon Fumikage will be home, and maybe just maybe he’ll finally accept the “group cuddle” you’d been pushing him to do.

And when you wake, there’s your beautiful boys.

One on top of you and one glaring daggers at you from the door.

“Mother.” Fumikage calls.

“Fumi…”

He sighs, throwing his duffel onto the ground.

“Back from dorm life I see…”

Fumikage huffs a small laugh, he begged Aizawa to let him come home on the weekends.

Then opens his arms walking over to you and hawks.

And finally engulfing you.

Hawks stirs in his sleep, only to wrap one of his wings around Fumikage.

You ruffle Fumikages feathers, “How was your week?”

“Interesting to say the least.” He hums.

“We had to have team battles against the other class, plus Shinso.” His fingers twirl around a loose string from your old shirt.

“Did he getcha?”

“He could never.” He smiles.

Hawks grumbles in his sleep from the noise you and Fumikage are making.

Only then to flutter his pretty eyelashes at you, “Morin’ birdie…”

“gross” Fumikage complains.

Hawks retorts, “You’re not even supposed to be here.”

“You take my spot on the bed, my mother, my confidence- you won’t take away my house too…” Fumikage spits back.

You pop into the conversation, “When did he take your confidence?”

“Don’t ask.” They say at the same time, great synchronization.

You chuckle softly as their banter continue, yet hawks wing is still comfortably around Fumikage.

This feels perfect. You wish you could freeze time.

Hawks feels great too, he successfully evaded telling you about the league.

And Fumikage- well he’s just glad to be home.

Hawks didn’t plan on telling you on the information he had.

He wouldn’t tell you what would happen in four months.

that the liberation army would make there attack.

He should really work on that code to tell endeavor and the commission soon.

But for this moment, he’ll enjoy a simple life.

And after the attack, maybe he’ll enjoy it more freely.

And if there’s a bigger battle, maybe the commission won’t need him anymore.

and he’ll enjoy that life with you and Fumikage.

and he’d get to sleep in everyday, sometimes he’d wake up to delicious pancakes- or burnt ones if Fumikages decided to try out the skillet.

“What’re you laughing at.” Fumikage says darkly.

“What? Nothing.” Hawks replies with a big smile on his face.

Fumikage sighs, “get him dark shadow.”

You yelp befofe dark shadow comes out to flick hawks on his “dumb forehead” according to Fumikage.

Yeah, hawks could enjoy this.

He hopes you’ll forgive him in the future for not telling you everything.

And if he has to kill someone…

He hopes you’ll kiss the hands he did it with.

Because then they’ll hurt less when he looks at them.

And when he comes home at the end of today, he’ll enjoy a nice dinner with you and Fumikage.

You’ll get up and gather the plates when everyone’s finished, but Fumikage will insist he’ll do the dishes.

hawks cleans the table, you walk around to sit down on the couch to find some stupid scary movie Fumikage would like.

Then hawks would snuggle into you, and Fumikage would begrudgingly join in.

Fumikage would fall asleep, because according to you he always does.

And he’d have a conversation with you before he himself drifted off.

And before he slept, he’d hear you call his name.

“I love you Keigo.”

Yeah, that’s the simple life hawks wants.

Fumikage smacks his head, “stop day dreaming when mamas speaking to you.”

Hawks perks his head up over to you.

“What would you like for dinner tonight? Fumikage said it was your choice.”

Hawks can feel his stomach flutter.

Yea, he has something to come home to now.

He has you.

And after the battle, he hopes you’ll still have him.

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ATEEZ as Boyfriends (Fluffly HC ♡)

WC: 2.6k~

Warnings: slightly suggestive, brief language

SEONGHWA

•Seonghwa is so wife material •He's always worrying over you in the best ways •"Did you eat?" "Are you tired?" "Do you need anything?" •He just loves to take care of you, and h feel such a purpose to do so •He's always supportive in anything you do and he's ready to be there •Hard day? Not anymore •Seonghwa's there to break his back to treat you like a princess •He loves spoiling you and is so selfless in the relationship •But he loves when you take the time to do things for him too •If you cook for him, or even just help him with a small task he's on the verge of tears (not literally) •He's the kinda guy who hates to see you try to do anything •He'll tie your shoes, or literally carry you downstairs •He's obsessed with couple things •He won't even ne discreet about it •He'll brag about purposely getting the same color shirt or the same ice cream order •His habit with you and randomly kissing your cheek •Either one of you could be mid conversation and he'd just turn and plant one on you •His pet peeve would be you denying him of doing stuff for you or when you degrade yourself •He hates when you say "Oh you didn't have to" because in his mind, he has to, in order to prove his love •He loves you too much to hear anything bad about you •He thinks your a perfect angel and isn't afraid to tell you so •His love language is acts of service, duh •But he likes when you compliment him •He likes hearing you call him pretty or sweet •It's like a reward •Loves acting cute to you •He will suddenly baby talk you

HONGJOONG

•Hongjoong isn't big on physical affection, but with you and only you does he make exceptions •He'll hold your hand or let you hug his waist •"Whatever you want~" •Hongjoong is a bit of a jealous type •If you ever so much as compliment some other guy too much, he'll take it as a insult •If you're close to one of the guys, he'll tell them something to do and then pull you close to him •Hongjoong is a bit forgetful because of everything he has to remember for ATEEZ, so he'll forget anniversaries or birthdays •But he always finds ways to make you forget why you were mad in the first place •He's not big on PDA •But if you are, he'll let you touch him •He loves your affection and touch more than he'd care to admit •He talks about work a lot to you •Whether he's rapping a verse to you to hear your opinion, or complaining about one of the others •He's a good listener too •He'll lay on his belly over your lap while you rant, letting you use his hair as a stress relief •He loves spending time with you •Everytimehe can, he'd blow his plans and come over to your house even at 2 am •Yall get ramen and snacks from a convenience store and just talk •For hours •He hates horror movies, but he'll watch them with you •He likes to invite you to the studio, claiming it'll help him focus •But always ends up too distracted with less work done •His love language is definitely quality time •If it wasn't obvious •Anytime of day, he's ready to see you •He's always telling you that's your his favorite thing ever •He's just so sweet with you, oml •He has a habit of touching your hair, or just placing his hands on your head •FOREHEAD KISSESSSS •His pet peeve in the relationship is when you don't remind him of stuff •Like if he has forgotten something and you don't bother to remind him, it'll probably start an argument •He's always the first to apologize tho

YUNHO

•He's just hot •Yall would totally be an IT couple •The couple everyone wants to be, and is definitely jealous of •He's really mature so having a slightly immature girlfriend would be cute to him •Height difference is so precious to him as well •He loves to hug you from behind and put his chin on your head while you cook or even just talk to someone •He's really trusting so I don't see him getting extremely jealous, but he is somewhat possessive •Everyone knows what's his •He's definitely a thighs guy •His hand is always on your thigh, driving, sitting etc. •His habit in yalls relationship is just staring at you too much •But he can't help it, he's just so in love with you •Yunho is so sweet, and so supportive •He'll just constantly be there to cheer you on in whatever context •"You're so amazing, sweetie" "You'll get it, I know you will" etc. •He loves going on dates •He gets happy seeing you dressed up and attached to his arm as he buys really fancy dinner •He is definitely a gift giver, and but likes to receive physical touch •He loves to brush your hair •He enjoys the intimacy and loves th just brus his fingers "accidentally" against your neck •He's good at listening like Hongjoong •Literally loves when you rant or complain to him •He also gets a sene of purpose when you cry to him •Lives to be your emotional support •He loves you, and when he says it and you don't say it back, problem will start •That's definitely his biggest pet peeve with you •He's so loyal. •You wouldn't ever have to worry about him looking at someone else •Lover more of a fighter definitely •He hates fighting with you, it literally breaks his heart •Neck kisses and apologies after fights •He'll buy you ice cream and let you be mad in his arms if it's his fault •If its your fault, he's already forgotten about it

YEOSANG

•Cuddle monster •He loves the warmth of your two bodies. •I just see him clinging to you a lot, his arms around your waist or holding both of your hands •He's always giggling whenever you make a joke, even if it's not funny •Passenger princess •He hates when you reject his touch, and he'll be pouty all day about it •He likes to read the directions to were you're going instead of showing you the GPS •Babygirl just wants to be helpful •He likes to cook with you, even if you don't like to cook •He'll read the instructions and make you o the work •I think he just likes to read to you •He's always full of surprises •Like one day, he'll come up to you and say that he planned a picnic •His favorite activity with you is coloring •He likes to switch drawing every once and a while to see how you two would complete each other •Matching keychains and bracelets to declare you love •He thinks it's so adorable when you ear his hoodies or hats. •And he'll go on and on about it •Loves to get recommendations from you •Whether music, movies, food etc. •He'll lie to you if needed •You really like a dress but he doesn't? "Yeah, cute!" •He loves petnames, "Cutie, princess, love, baby" •His habit with you is instead of actual kisses, he'll just say "Mwah" really loudly •He's just so adorable •His love language is acts of service •He likes to carry you around, or read the instructions to you lmao •He also loves to tie your shoes like Seonghwa •He loves the way you smell naturally •He'll stay cuddled in your blankets forever •He would die there if he could •Carving your guys initials everywhere •Loves to watch the stars and clouds with you •His favorite pillow is your shoulder

SAN

•Such a hopeless romantic •He was too shy to make the first move, so you would have to ask him out •But since then, he's almost always the first to touch and kiss you •He's a complimentary dude •He loves calling you pretty and beautiful and his girl •You're literally made for him he feels like •He always has his hands on you •His hands resting on the back of your neck or shoulders •Sometimes he'll steer you around by your neck •He's always pouting and complaining to you •Dude is built like Toji, but expects you to beat Wooyoung up for calling him stupid •Loves giving you random massages •Reaching over to rub your neck or thigh •Especially when you're stressed. •Loves driving around at midnight with you •He likes to challenge you to arm wrestles and sometimes lets you win if you look extra cute or ask nicely enough •Anime girl noises •He loves answering your questions •He loves doing skincare with you too •Face mask, applying lotion, the whole thing •He doesn't like keeping secrets in between you two •Especially when it's something that's making you upset. •Hates overly sweet petnames "Cutie, sweetie, princess, cupcake" etc •Love language is quality time •He loves seeing you, and loves even just being near you •Never goes an 30 minutes without texting you if you guys can't talk directly •He likes working out together, because yall motivate each other •Cuddles after arguments •He wouldn't care if you hate him, he's spooning you no matter what •Would get matching tattoos •He would love you even more if his cat liked you tbh •He wouldn't care about you exes really, but he would care if you weren't serious about the relationship •He's an attention whore and needs to be the only one •He loves knowing that you support him though, and he cares and values your opinions alot •He has every date of your guys relationship written down (first kiss, anniversary, etc.) •Also has your favorite snacks on hand •Overall, very whipped for you.

MINGI

•You're honestly his everything. •He's constantly telling you that too •How he was able to function without you is the world's greatest mystery •He's such a clumsy, giant baby, and you always need to clean up his messes •He hated you at first, but you guys look each other in the eyes once and there was no going back •He's obsessed with the sound of your voice •It's his favorite thing •Would tell corny jokes to make you laugh •He would definitely write songs about you •His soft spot is you for sure •Suddenly, he's talking all soft and sweet to you and pouting and acting cute •He'd do anything for you, even aegyo •His love language is physical touch, his hands have to be on your skin at all times •He'll often rest his chin on your shoulder or pull you into his lap even if there are plenty of seats •He wouldn't use your name really after you guys started dating, unless he was mad. •Petnames like "baby, babe, pretty, mine" •But also playful teases "Idiot, smart-ass" •Jealous and possessive •Randomly bites you as his habit •He likes matching jewelry •He loves the size difference you guys would have •He loves comparing hands randomly •He would be attracted to a girl opposite to him too. •Someone to be able to take care of him •Gets you to teach him English •He's constantly telling you that he loves you, because he really does •His hand will usually rest on your lower back bordering your ass •Likes when you draw on him, and he'll even write his name on your arm "Mingi's" •Like San and Yunho, you're his. •He loves when you tell him that he's pretty or good-looking or just any compliment because he's so insecure •Loves when you run your fingers down his nose or touch his neck, it's comforting •Matching travel stuffed animals that smell like each other’s perfume •Likes to feed you off his plate •He's the kinda man who'll kiss you with your lip gloss on. •He gets really moody, so you'd have to deal with his mood swings a lot. •Either super mad, super sad, super hyper, or super horny. •Likes putting his hands under your shirt for warmth.

WOOYOUNG

•He's such a brat. •Teases you when you can't do something •Constant kisses and hugs and love tho •He's just a touchy guy, so his hands have to be holding some part of you, preferably your hand. •Loves playing rock paper scissors with you •Wooyoung would honestly be so open with you though •You guys are just super close on a really deep level •Loves stealing food off your plate like he doesn't have any •He would always be trying to climb on your back though, even if you can't carry him •Loves you because you encourage his bad behavior •Tons of tickle fights between you two that often escalate •He hates compliments but from you they sound so genuine. •His love language is physical touch, duh •He needs to be all over you or he'll be in a bad mood all day •Yall would have a lot of petty arguments •Like who didn't take out the trash or make the bed or buy toothpaste •He loves to cook for you and feed you a lot •"I don't care if you get bigger, you're cute anyways." •He has a hard time giving you space, but if it really comes down to it he will •You share everything •Straws, ice cream, clothes, germs lmao •His biggest habit for you is always peeling an orange or opening stuff for you •He'd let you paint his nails and do his makeup as long as he got to choose what it was •Jealous oppa vibes •Like he'd totally just confront the guy you're talking too "She's taken." •He has a habit of rubbing your tummy randomly •He's such the kinda guy to say "good girl" •Always there for you whe you need him •He hates whenever your sad, and he'll bat himself up over it for letting you get that way •Does his best to make you smile and laugh and just not worry •Will watch whatever you like even if he doesn't like it •He likes when you ask him to cook for you •"Of course I will!" •He wants to seem cool to you all the time

JONGHO

•He's definitely more private and conservative about your relationship •It's not like he won't hold your hand in public but he won't be overly showy about it •Such a sweetheart though •He's always asking your opinions and letting you talk about your interests •He loves to make you laugh, whether by a joke or tickling you •Will pull your ear gently if you say something stupid •Like Yunho, he likes to brush your hair or even just play with it. •Jongho will call you stupid then kiss you •You'll find him randomly staring at you but he'll quickly look away •He thinks you're the prettiest thing ever •Loves protecting you, you're so precious to him •He likes to break apples for you, because he loves how impressed you look. •Jongho's love language is acts of service. •He'll carry you over a puddle of water, or hold your purse or drink •He appreciates words of affirmation though. •He always finds his heart swelling when you compliment him. •He loves to have deep conversations with you and discuss the future of yall relationship because he knows you can handle it. •Sometimes he's just a big baby though. •He'll whine that he's hungry or beg for a kiss, but he's adorable so you just give in. •Like San, he only wants to be focused on and in return he'll give you his all attention •He would enjoy adopting a pet together •He finds it cute when you fall asleep on his shoulder, or steal his clothes •He just thinks your freaking adorable •He likes to have dates, but indoor ones •They feel more intimate and personal to him •He doesn't say "I love you" a lot, but you know he does and he tries to show you through time and affection •would like discreetly matching items

Hope yall enjoy this one, I got a little carried away with a few

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lwwife · 10 months ago

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i neeeeeed a fic where leah gets jealous of someone being too touchy and flirty with r and it can end with anything u want!!

Only I can touch you like this

Suggestive, Jealousy, Angst, Teeny bit of smut if you squint

This may have been a little angstier/dominant than you imagined, I will write a fluffly cute one with a needy sappy jealous Leah as well to make up for it, enjoy! ;)

Word count: 1,571

Y/n’s Pov:

“Baby” I call out, “can you zip me up please?”

“of course, darling”, Leah comes waltzing out of the bathroom in a white fluffy hotel robe and stops in her tracks when her eyes meet me. “fuck” she mumbles. “Babe come on we’re going to be late I need you to do this up for me” I whine, getting cautious of time. “oh, would you be quiet, it’s only the girls we don’t need to be there on the dot, let me admire my sexy girlfriend” she begins to smirk and slowly walk towards me, arms open ready to encapsulate my waist.

I giggle softly at her antics and throw my arms around her neck. “Ahhh!” I squeal at the sudden jolt of Leah picking me up to spin me softly, she giggles cutely at me, eyes filled with love then brings me back down to my feet and kisses me hard. I attempt to shy away once again cautious of time but as soon as she slides her hands down and firmly grips my ass I’m done for. I moan into her mouth, and she takes it as an opening to slip her tongue inside, passionately kissing me. I return her gesture, and our tongues glide along each other, both freshly brushed, tasting of mint and lust.

I slip my right hand into the opening of her robe and trace my fingers softly down to cup her left breast. Her nipple hardens under my touch and my stomach instantly flips. I squeeze lightly and she returns my earlier gesture of moaning into my open mouth. I remove my left hand from her neck and softly pull at where the robe is tied around her waist. The fluffy white robe flies open and my mouth fills with saliva. Leah’s toned abs, filled breasts, and perky nipples are on full display, and my favourite of all, her tattoos. I reach forward and trace over the swallow bird on her left rib. Then my other hand reaches for the ‘creation of Adam’ hands on her right rib. Both tattoos are just to the side and under where her breasts fall. My left-hand slides further down to reach the sword on her hip. As I look at them, I fall in love a thousand times more, remembering what each one represents, and just how much I love this girl.

Leah’s hand grips my chin and lifts my head, so my eyes meet hers and I'm snapped out of my love-filled daydream. Her wanting eyes instantly place me in lust once again. She slides the robe off her shoulders and pushes me forward, so I fall on the bed. As she leans to jump on top of me, I roll, so she falls, face-first into the mattress. “Fucksakes y/n! What was that for?”, I tap my wrist, “Tik Tok baby, Tik Tok” I walk off, my dress still unzipped. One job Leah. One job.

Leah’s pov:

Arriving at the club was a nightmare, to say the least, as I expected. Y/n continued to tease me the whole drive, gliding her hand up and down my thigh, even slipping into my trousers at some point. Once we finally entered the club, we received nonstop stick from the girls about our late arrival. Well, I received nonstop stick. Y/n joined in on the fun, making sly comments and forcing me to turn red from embarrassment.

The night continued pretty well, however, Y/n was relentless in her quest to rile me up. The entire night she would accidentally drop something, bending over right in front of me, grabbing me softly in places this couch should not have seen, and whispering dirty things in my ear. To deal with my increasing horniness which I knew would not be taken care of anytime soon as Y/n refused to leave every time I begged, I drowned myself in triple-shot vodka cokes. This just seemed to turn me into an even needier mess, but my hormones calmed down when Y/n finally left my side to go get a round of drinks.

When Y/n returned with everyone’s drinks she left just as quickly claiming she was still waiting on hers, so I continued my conversation with Beth. That was until I changed seats for comfort, this time angling towards the bar. I hum in agreement with Beth and turn my head slightly when I spot Y/n sitting at the bar with a woman. I squint my eyes, as they are already somewhat blurry from the alcohol. The woman is dressed in a short black dress, with thick brown hair to her mid back, and toned tanned arms. I know how Y/n likes arms. My arms. I furrow my brows. Y/n tilts her head back and chuckles hard, whilst grabbing onto the woman’s forearm. Fuck no. Nothing is that funny. My chest puffs out and I shift in my seat, anger coursing through my veins. I continue to hum whilst Beth chats, still staring hard at the woman and Y/n. “What the fuck does she think she’s doing?” I grumble.

Y/n’s pov:

I know how Leah gets when she drinks. Horny and possessive. And oh, how I love it. Once the woman at the bar who I’ve now come to know as Casey hit on me, I smiled politely informing her of my already taken status. I reached for my drink to turn back and walk over to the girls, when I spotted Leah, shifting her position to face the bar. Oh, this could be fun. I turn back to face Casey and smile, this time with intent. “What’s the harm in a chat” and sit back on the stool and strike up a conversation with her.

After a minute or so I begin to feel Leah’s eyes burning through the side of my head. I confirm my sense by glancing to my right at the mirror behind the alcohol shelves at the bar, where I see Leah sitting facing me and staring hard. I swear she doesn’t blink for a split second. Her jaw clenches and her eyebrows furrow. I squeeze my thighs shut at the sight, my centre throbbing with want.

I place my hand on Casey’s and lean in to whisper in her ear “Let’s dance” I propose. She smiles excitedly and leads me onto the dancefloor, my hand in hers. Our dancing started tame until I turned my back to face Casey’s front, ass slightly touching her groin. I turn our bodies, so we are both facing Leah’s direction. I throw my arms up, bringing them behind to clasp around the back of Casey’s head pushing her forward to find my neck, her hands finding my waist, the second Casey lays a finger on me Leah immediately gets up.

She smacks Casey’s hands off me. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks me, in a dominant tone, staring straight through my soul. “Dancing Lee, why what’s wrong” I return, pouting my lip and looking up at her with doe eyes. Leah doesn’t say a word but grabs my wrist so firmly it starts to go red. She leads to a dark quiet corner and pushes me up against the wall, roughly. My stomach riles and I feel my black-laced underwear turn wet at the action. Leah grabs both my wrists and pins them next to my head. “I’ll ask you again” she growls, “what the fuck are you doing?”, stupidly I decide what’s the harm in a little more fun? “And I already told you, darling, dancing” I smirk. Leah’s jaw clenches so hard I can see every bone move, and fuck was it hot. She turns me over quickly, so the front of my body is against the wall, my hands still pinned next to my head, and smacks my ass hard. “You think you’re funny huh?” she groans in my ear, and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin. She smacks my ass again, this time holding onto it after, trailing her hand up my dress until she meets the wet spot on my underwear. “You’re mine” she growls again, whilst she slips my underwear to the side and runs her fingers through my wetness. She slightly dips two fingers into me, then pulls them out, bringing them up to her mouth. “You see this? Only I can taste you like this.” I lick my lips and bite down on my bottom one, hard, trying not to moan.

Leah turns me around again, my back against the wall. She brings her hand up to my jaw then slides it down to my throat and softly squeezes. “Say it.” She demands. “Say you’re mine. Say I’m the only one who can taste you like this, the only one who can touch you. Say it, baby”. I continue to stare at her, too turned on to find any words. She squeezes harder at my throat, prompting me. “I’m yours Leah. Fuck I’m all yours”. I grab her hand and guide it to my lips “These are yours”, I slide it down to my breast “So are these” I continue down to my ass “This as well” Then I finally guide her to my underwear, “and this, this is all yours baby. Forever.”, she smirks hungrily and proud at me. “Good girl.”, “Now take me home and show me I belong to you” I whisper in her ear.

A/n: I LOVE jealous Leah fics so I hope I wrote this one okay, I kind of went on a whim here and made it up as I went. Does anyone want a smut-filled part 2?

Requests are OPEN so send through more Leah fics you'd like to see!

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jake-g-lockley · 5 months ago

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Gentle Sutures (Marc Spector x reader)

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A/N: This story is for my dearest @softieekay thank you for being there for me <3 Warnings: slight hints of past abuse, but the rest is fluffly fluff flufffff

Word count: 1.4k ☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Marc Spector was head over heels in love. He had been standing in one spot for god knows how long, staring at you while you worked. Never in his life was he accustomed to so much calm. If his alter did not sign him up for volunteering, he would have just been sitting at home, sulking as usual. Now all he wanted to do is walk over to you and tuck the beautiful coil of hair that frames your face behind your ear, not that it bothered him, he just wanted to touch you, feel your skin under his fingertips. "It’ll only take a second, auntie." you said, the biggest, most purest smile gracing your face.

Marc grew to love that smile in the past few months travelling around with you. You are a junior resident, always keeping to yourself but you lit up the whole woom whenever you interacted with patients. In the times that he spoke to you, or gained the courage to approach you, he found out that all you wanted in this world was to help people in need. He knew from the way you would treat them, you would definitely become a world class doctor.

Marc watched as your dexterous hands drew blood as quick as ever, even before the patient got a chance to wince.

"Are you a nurse, my dear, your blood drawing technique is excellent! '' the patient exclaimed.

"Oh no, auntie, I am merely a doctor. "You smiled shyly.

"Well, coming from a former nurse, you make an amazing doctor, my dear!" the patient said, taking ahold of your hand.

Marc could tell that you had a faraway look in your eyes, just for a few seconds before snapping out of it and squeezing the patient's hand back. Your eyes suddenly met Marc's as if you knew he was watching and Marc swore his heart nearly stopped when you gave him a small smile.

"Marc, I think it's time for you to walk away and stop gawking at her like a lost pigeon, mate." Steven suddenly said, making Marc blink and turn on his heel comically, almost running into another volunteer.

“That one’s handsome.” your patient tells you as you snickered at the confused army man.

Your eyes widened and you covered it with a gentle scoff.

“I don't date who I work with, auntie." you say sticking a plaster on the patient's arm.

"But you're thinking about it." the patient says with a sing-songy voice. as she gets up and you roll your eyes playfully.

Truth be told, you thought Marc Spector was one of the most interesting human beings you're met. Whenever you had the chance to look into his eyes, you knew he had been through a lot. You felt like you wanted to unlock every single secret behind those eyes but at the same time you wanted to help him forget all of them.

You watched as Marc stumbled around for a while, mumbling to himself. You watched as a little boy toddled up to him and started pulling on his housers. Marc turned and startled himself but knelt down next to the boy and smiled.

You felt something pull at your heartstrings as you watched Marc interact with the boy. Your hand immediately found your necklace as your thoughts dived into your past. You strained hard to keep the thoughts at bay but it only made you tremble. you pulled the chair behind you and slumped on it, the horrible yelling filling your head and ears.

You didn't realise you had your head in your hands and that you were not breathing until you heard your name. You lifted your head and your eyes met big brown ones which were full of concern and worry.

Marc tucked your hair behind your ear and cupped your face in his hands. You found yourself mimicking the breathing he was making you do and soon your heart slowed and you calmed down. You closed your eyes and leaned into Marc's touch as his thumb stocked your cheekbone.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me. '' You whispered, but Marc was already shaking his head gently.

"You have nothing," Marc's thumb wipes the tear dripping out of your eyes, " to be sorry about.

You sighed and nodded, your hand caressing Marc's hand that was so ever gently cupping your face.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You looked up at the sky and sighed as you placed your kindle aside. You felt better now, but you kept imagining Marc's beautiful brown eyes calming you down. You breathed in, the salt in the air filling your lungs with warmth. The rhythmic cadence of the waves echoed like gentle sutures, delicately mending the fractures in your tender heart.

"You don't look like the beach kind of person, you know. "A deep Chicago drawl suddenly interrupted your thoughts.

You gasped as you turned to your left, big brown eyes and tanned skin meeting your sight. The eyes widened slightly and the person moved back slightly.

“Sorry, sorry, you scared me for a second. Too stealthy dude!” you chuckled, clutching your chest.

"Force of habit." the army man gives you a gentle smile and scooches closer.

The both of you sit in silence for a while, listening to the sound of the waves and watching the sky print its own masterpiece as the sun sets over the horizon. The silence was comforting, and Marc's presence was more than a warm blanket that you had been expecting all your life.

You were the first to look away from the sunset.

Marc was absolutely stunning in the evening glow. You found yourself smiling at the way the corners of his eyes pinched as he gazed at the view before him. The hook of his nose and his plump lips made the blood rush to your face.

“You done gawking yet, doctor?” Marc smiled and turned to you.

“I was not gawking” you scoff, which made Marc belt out a laugh.

Suddenly, Marc’s hand was on your face. He plucks something from your face and shows it to you.

“Eyelash.” Marc turns his whole body towards you and looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Make a wish, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to just have peace and quiet. Your life has been loud and scary, a little quiet would be all you need to heal. Peace would mend your heart and god knows where you would ever find it, but you wished with all your heart.

With that, you blew and felt warmth fill your heart.

“Hey.” Marc whispered .

You slowly open your eyes to see Marc looking at you with a dopey, boyish look on his face.

“You are an amazing door, you know that?” He says, cupping your face with his left hand, his right reaching for yours that were on your lap.

“And you're gorgeous.” you swoon, your brain misfiring the second you leaned into his touch.

“Woah, where did that come from?” you say, pulling slightly back, but Marc held you in place.

“You are exceptionally gorgeous too, sweetheart.” Marc quips and gives you the most dazzling smile.

Nothing could have prepared you or Marc for how you reacted next. You leaned in and placed the softest kiss you've given anyone on Marc's lips. You pulled yourself back almost immediately, your hand flying to your lips as you watched a bewildered expression creep up Marc's face. “Oh god Marc, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that, don’t know what’s happening-”

“Shut up and let me do that again” Marc cut your jabbering off instantly.

With a lurch, Marc pressed his lips to yours and you felt your body give way as your hands gripped at his shirt, falling and pulling him down with you. You deepened the kiss and Marc groaned into your mouth. When you both finally broke apart, you were out of breath and Marc pressed soft kisses on your neck until you came to.

“That was …” “Absolutely amazing, just like you.” Marc gazes down at you, admiring the way your hair is splayed around you like a halo and the light of the sunset making your skin glow. Marc lays down next to you pulling you closer to him as the both of you stare into each other’s eyes as if you were searching for something. “What now?” you whispered, your heart preparing itself to hear the worse from Marc. “You don’t need to worry about what is next, my angel, just be in the moment.” Marc’s words curled around your scared heart, encasing it in peace like no other. “I’m glad I found you.” you say, tears forming in your eyes.” “I’m glad I found you too sweetheart.” Reblogs are appreciated ~~ Tagging: @fandxmslxt69 @randomnessfangirl @bodhisattva11 @marc-spectors-wife @nyotamalfoy @steven-grants-world @whatsliferightnow @minigirl87 @wonderfulboiledcoldpotato @alexxavicry @autismsupermusicalassassin @flordelalunas @euphoricosmo @sky-robin @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @sugarpunch-princess @violet-19999 @swiggy-needs-mental-help @ghostheartbeat @kierramofficial @ryebreadsworld @your-voice-is-mellifluous @absolutelybloodyhopeless @mintpurplemnm @britishscum @spookyysilverr @bubblezuku @cookielovesbook-akie @mandoloriancookie @pimosworld @thewintervalkyrie @anonymously35 @nerdreader @marylovesdilfs @jakelockleysdoll @pigeonmama @sarveshishwarishsuta

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licollisa · 1 year ago

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Asriel is fluffly?

The fluffiest brother in the world (or at least after shower)

Okay so while drawing this I got some HCs that translates into details in this pic that I'm just going to ramble:

* For whatever reason, Asriel (as Flowey too) wanted to gain Chara's approval at whatever he does or say -- he seemed to regard them highly, often agreeing with them and copy the things they do (like a cat. E.g with that full glass of water thing).

Here I hinted it through Asriel asking if Chara agrees with him, plus him actually being upset at both of their behalf instead of just himself). Asriel also doesn't actually like getting hairdryed, the noise grates his ears, but he started doing so after seeing Chara doing it (again with the copying).

*Imagine the amount of fur that gets stuck at literally everything though. But now Chara's used to it, just one of them Goat Family things.

* The brush Chara is using is the same one you'd have for a furry pet. It's just more efficient this way.

* Kids wear something striped. It doesn't really need to be a shirt, so Chara here of course just wears a self-made nb flag pants.

Asriel's shirt is not green-yellow because I wanted to make the pic more... Candid? He owns more than just one kind of striped shirt yk.

* I've mentioned this but it's a fun lil HC of mine to make Asriel's locket as human soul-shaped, and Chara's as monster soul-shaped.

* I referenced this tweet:

#'ill just do the lines and fill the bg with some color'#(several hours later) (body sore. bones stiff. dehydrated. eyes heavy) what the hell just happened #.....id draw asriel more if his face isn't so dang hard to get right......#undertale #asriel #chara

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hauntedwitch04 · 2 months ago

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Shut up Rhysie and bite me

Rhysand x reader

Words: about 2.8k

Warnings: smut, fluffly, illyrian misogens, cutie Rhysie

Author's note: Hi loves<3. So first time writing an omegaverse fic, and I have so many ideas like this, hoping that I manage to write them in the future. Hope you enjoy it<3

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Being an Omega and being a woman is not easy.

Most of the men you met in your life were scared of you, so relationships were very difficult, and the one you had was a stupid asshole that believed that they could control you and dominate you. Easy to say they were lucky to be alive, breathing and fucking other chicks without you cutting of their dicks only to think something like this.

But what makes it even more difficult is being an Illyrian.

When you were young you decided to run away before they could cut off your wing with your first bleeding, but after years wandering around the world, you were feeling lonely and all you wanted was being again where you grew up, so you decided to go back into the Illyrian land.

And there the problems started.

When you get back you remember why you escaped from this living hell. The men see you as an issue to eliminate, but you are still not ready to let a man tell you what you can and can’t do, so you start to fight your not so silent battle.

You founded from the first moment a circuit training for women, to get stronger and to learn the basic skills to fight in case they need them against an enemy, or even their husband, but the problem is that not a single one of them would come. You would go around and ask them if they wanted to come, even for a single day and try if they like it, but their omega brains tell them to listen to their stupid alpha, and not even talk to you.

After some weeks, some beta, then not allowed to train with the alphas would come and train with you, but other men of the camp make fun of them, for letting a woman train them, an inferior tell them what to do. That makes your nerves blow up, and you go straight to the head of the camp and throw him a punch right in the face, and after that many others.

You get some shots too, but from how angry you are you don’t even feel them, the only thing you see is his blood coming out of his nose and the smile that forms on your face.

“Now who is the weak one? Tell me, the frail omega or the strong alpha?” You mock him, before being knocked out by someone behind you.

When you woke up again you were in the prison of the camp, and a man was outside of the bars. The shadows hide his face, but you could feel his power radiate from him and you feel a shiver going down your back.

“Who are you?” You ask the figure, and you hear him laugh, before the sound of some keys ringing in the air, then the door of your dungeon opens and the man enters. You sit up straight against the wall behind you, and in response the man sits up near you, maintaining some distance.

“The question my dear is who are you?” Says the man with a dark and seductive voice. “I never heard of you, and from what these people say you lived here many years ago, ran off and then came back, and started to “create problems”. “He says, quoting in the air with his hands what he is saying. While he does this you can see his hand clearly and you see how the veins in his hands stand out, how strong they look and you find yourself asking how they would feel against your throat or better in your-, you don’t let yourself finish the thought, feeling shame for such impure thinking on a man you don’t even know his name and that his here to punish you for your action. He smirks like he could read your mind, and you see him getting closer. Now you can see his beautiful features: his plump lips, his violet and enchanting eyes, his jaws, to not talk about his fit body that appears from the adherent suit he is wearing.

Everything in this man screams sex god to you.

“The head of the camp was not in really good shape when I arrived here.” He says, while still looking at you, this time studying you like you were the last treat in the whole bakery, and he would have died if he didn’t taste it. “But you are lucky I never liked him at all darling.” He continues laughing at your expression.

“What? So-so what you’ll do to me?” You ask, and then stop yourself again with another question. “Or better, who are you?”

He smiles at you, and comes nearer to your ear to whisper in it. You don’t get away from it, indeed you stay there and crave the closeness with the handsome stranger.

“Believe me darling when I tell you the things I would do to you are not ones to speak aloud.” He says with a provocative voice. “And by the way I’m your High Lord.” He continues like it’s nothing.

You stay there, frozen in your spot at the admission, even when he calls to more Illyrian men, Azriel and Cassian from what he called them, and says to them to be ready to go in some minutes.

Without saying anything to you, in a short time you leave, and walk away from the camp through the surrounding forest. After about half an hour of walking you approach the only one of the three men to whom you had spoken.

“So, High Lord, where are we going if you don't mind me asking? And why didn't you punish me, after all as much as you disliked me I still attacked an officer in your army.”

He smiles at you and for a moment you pause to look at him and realize that the handsome features you had seen while you were locked in the dark in the cell was nothing compared to those now before you in the sunlight.

He was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen.

“Just call me Rhys darling, no need to be formal.” He says winking at you. “We're on our way to another field, one that is more open and will welcome you and allow you to train other women as you wanted to do. And no I am not going to punish you for doing what no one else had the courage to do and punishing a deserter. You have done me a great favor darling, I should thank you.”

“Nice hook though.” Says the long-haired soldier just ahead of us, interrupting Rhys. “I am Cassian.”

“Nice to meet you.” You answer with a smile, then continue with your questions. “Why don't we fly though, wouldn't that be faster?”

“Yes, however, the weather is not the best and we absolutely had to get out of that field before I killed someone.” The other man answers, shrouded in a blanket of shadows.

“This is Azriel. Let's just say that if you hadn't beaten him up, he would have taken care of beating up the leader of the camp.” Rhys comments under his breath. “We will sleep in a cabin, not far from here, and in the morning we will take the flight to the new camp. The place is not bad: we eat month-old soup, and the rooms are as dirty as the horse stalls.” He continues sarcastically.

You can't help but laugh, and for a moment you realize how comfortable and safe you feel with him, a man and an Alpha like you've never felt before.

Arriving at the cabin you had to split in the only two bedrooms available: Azriel and Cassian, Rhysand and you. You eat something in the small tavern in the bottom of the small building lost in the mountain, and the High Lord was totally right: that soup tasted like shit.

When you arrive in your bedroom you go straight for the bathroom where you take a quick and cold shower to take off some of the dirt from the trip. When you enter the small room again, with only a small towel on you don’t expect to see the man you are sharing the room with. When Rhys sees you he clenches his fists and turns around on the spot.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you would be in the room.” He says while you are feeling your cheeks becoming hot.

“Don’t worry.” You say cutting here shortly. You dress quickly and get under the cover of the bed. You decided previously that you will share the bed, since being two adults you can split it with no problem. It’s his turn for the bathroom, but when he comes out you still cannot find a way to sleep. He gets in the bed too, and turns off the lamp, so you stay there in silence waiting for Morpheus to come, when you decide that he has to answer some more questions.

“Why did you come to get me? You could send just Azriel or Cassian, this is not something a High Lord busy as you would do.”

“You amaze me darling, you are really one of a kind.” He comments, turning to look at you in the eyes, in the dark of this cold tavern bedroom. Feeling you shiver from the freezing temperature, he touches your arm, like asking you if he could embrace you, so you slowly nod and he wraps his body around yours. You let out a breath of relief, and in response to that pleasant warmth you rest your forehead on his chest.

You do not know why you feel so comfortable with a stranger, but you cannot help but long for his presence. Your inner Omega right now is purring, content to rest beside the man who has bewitched you since you first met.

“You still haven't answered the question.” You point out and he chuckles amusedly.

“I honestly didn't even know why. When Cassian told me that you, an Omega had beaten up the leader of the camp we were planning to discharge, I couldn't help but burst out laughing, but then I felt a strange thing in my chest that told me I should go with him and Az, to see you, I felt this inhuman need to know you. I didn't even know where they were keeping you, my Alpha instinct guided me until I got in front of you and saw you, there then everything was clearer. At that exact moment I realized that I would never see a woman as beautiful as you, and it clicked-” He freezes realizing that perhaps he was pronouncing too much, but you with a hand under his chin, bring his eyes back to yours and with a firm look you dictate him to continue.

“That's when the mating bond was triggered. I realized that you are not just an Omega I am interested in, but you are my Omega.” He confesses, pointing his violet eyes into yours. You could swear you can see in his eyes the star that glows at night in the sky of your so loved Court.

You don’t know what will come to you, but you throw your lips on his. He kisses you back in the moment they touch, so that this dance of passion begins.

You never felt something like this with your past lovers. This pure sensation of being loved, of having found the other perfect half of yourself, your mate and Alpha.

His hand starts wandering near your hip, going back and then cupping your ass, to make you closer to him. Your lips never part, like if glue was poured on them the moment they enter in contact. Your hand entangled in his hair, tugging them makes him moan.

You stay there making out like a couple of horny teenagers for what seems years, when you get quite needy and his kisses are not enough anymore for you.

You tug his shirt off, parting only for a moment from his mouth, and in these seconds it is like you can’t breathe anymore, because he has become your oxygen.

He does the same with the excuse of dress you are wearing as pajama, and in a pair of second you are bare in front of each other. You lips are not anymore on his lips but they’re on his neck, leaving mark and bite, saying the world that he belong to you and to no other, while he moans for the pleasure you provoke him. He take you face in his hands, leaving a sweet kiss on you mouth, before going and doing the same as you did, kissing and biting all the skin from your ear to the valley of your breast, but leaving untouched the mating gland.

You whimper under his sweet attack, pleading him of doing more.

“Please Rhys, make me yours.” You ask him in a whisper, like if neither you could process the words. You are not scared of them, but you are only too happy to feel them as real probably.

“Are you sure? We can always wait until you are. I want you to be certain of your choice.-”

“Shut up Rhysie and bite me.” You say to him, kissing his neck, and feeling him stiffens.

He doesn’t wait anymore and puts his cock into you, making you both moan. He begins to move slowly, but after a few thrusts he starts to go faster.

You close your eyes and bring your head back onto the pillow, while he is on top of you moving between your legs, leaving uncovered your mating gland for him, letting him choose when to bite you and make you his.

You feel your Omega being satisfied with being connected with her mate and Alpha, being happy and complete for the first time in your life like no other time. The pace of his pushes quicken again, and you start to feel your orgasm approach, feeling that he is near too.

His dick touches parts of you that no other lover before ever touched, making you feel a whole new kind of pleasure you don’t think you could experience.

When you feel like you arrived on the peak, ready to fall and let yourself indulge in the sensation of your high, Rhys decided to bite you, making this feeling even better for you. You can say that you see the ancients gods with the orgasm he took out of you.

You stay put for minutes, coming down to your high, until you can feel your legs again.

“That was the best orgasm of my life.” You whisper with your eyes still closed.

Rhys laughs, kissing softly on your cheek.

“Happy to hear this darling.” He responds, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, licking the bite mark that he just left, both for a feeling of possession and to make this heal faster and better. “I want you to bite me too.” He continues, and you look at him shocked. Not many Alphas let their Omegas bite them, because they think that the omegas belong to them and not the other way around, so without a bite mark they still could fool around with other omegas.

But your Alpha is different, and you knew it from the first moment you saw him.

“I want you to be my equal. You are my half, my soul mate, and I want everyone to know that they belong to you.” He finishes taking your hand in his, since you both set up by now.

You feel a tear or two escape from your eyes, he quickly dries them.

“If you don’t want to I totally understand, and you can always say no darling, I don’t to put too much pressure on you. I know this thing is totally new for you and-” You stop his rumbling kissing him.

“I know you from less than 24 hours and I can proudly say that I’m more than happy to be your mate, to be your Omega and that I love you. It sounds crazy to me to say it, but I love you. I really do, and I’m more than honored to mark you as mine, I was crying because I’m so happy right now. It all feels like a dream.” You say, kissing his hands.

“It’s not a dream my love, it’s all real, I’m real and I love you too.” He says, kissing your hands too in response. You smile at him and then you come near him, and bite the base of his neck, marking him. You feel the same possessive behavior it took the best of him before coming all over you. You kiss, lick and bite his skin, feeling him whimper.

When you are satisfied with the result you look again straight in his eyes.

“I think you just got me hard all over again darling.” He jokes, breaking the atmosphere that the sex and the confession created before. You laugh at his words, and then you whisper in ear while you wink at him.

“We are lucky we have all night.”

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spidybaby · 1 year ago

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Wenassss.... Can I request something? Maybe just having a nice evening with his parents and brother while Pedri is being soft with you in front of them and they just love you and your guys relationship? Pleaseeee

It's okay if you don't want to do it, I'm just in need of fluffly Pedri, I'm having some mean cramps and I cant think of anything else but this🥴 also take your time, ten un buen dia/tarde/noche.

Baecation

Summary: Your boyfriend family loves the way your relationship is, always taking care of each other.

Warnings: none ❤️

A/N: Ay mami, I was supposed to post this a few days (weeks) ago, but I hope you're good and don't have cramps anymore. Btw sorry, I was MIA but now I'm not 💋 also special thanks yo my girl @gaviandgrizisgirl luv u 💛

"If you can be an animal for a day, what animal would you be?" You ask Pedro, you're drinking a piña colada while Pedro is drinking a strawberry drink. "I would be a shrimp."

"A shrimp?" Pedro laughs, he thought you would answer with a dolphin, an elephant, or even with a butterfly. Not a shrimp.

You nod, laughing at his confused expression.

You both are in Tenerife enjoying vacation. Well, you're enjoying vacation, Pedri is recovering and training for the pre season and the US Tour.

"Yes, my friend," you say, sticking your tongue out. He kisses your temple, thinking that maybe that piña colada is hitting. "So, you would be what?"

"I, my friend," he says, making fun of the way you call him friend. "Would be a."

"A donkey." Fer scream from the pool. Adrian and Paula laughed, and Pedri gave him the finger. "It was funny, admit it."

"You'll be the most cute donkey." You grab his hand, kissing it multiple times. "Fer would be a cookroach. Those are ugly just like him."

They all erupt in laughs. That piña colada was definitely hitting. "Oh, preciosa, you're the best." He pulls you to him, hugging you and kissing your temple.

"That was mean." Fer says. He loves making Pedro mad, even tho he wasn't the easiest to make mad. Pedro has this soft spot for him.

"It kind of was." Adrian joins the conversation, "but you were a bitch, Fercito." He hit Fer in the head and goes back to Paula, his girlfriend.

"I was mean," you admit. "I'm sorry, Fer. I think you would be a killer whale." You say. He thinks about it for a while and smiles happy about it.

"And you, golden boy." You bop his nose with every word. "You would be a panther." You joke knowing that since he saw Black Panther II, he mentioned he wanted a panther.

He shakes his head, laughing at how you can remember everything. "Would you be a panther with me, or would you be the shrimp on my plate?" He asks, lips on your neck.

"Noup, still a shrimp." You say, making him laugh even harder.

Fer looks at you, smiling. He's happy for his brother because he found somebody who loves him and cares for him. He knows your relationship is a healthy one.

"Pedro, those drinks are allowed for you?" Fer asks, since he's the chef for his brother, he knows the diet and restrictions Pedro has.

"I'm going to get one more drink, and I'm done." Pedro says, even tho he wasn't drinking alcohol like the rest, he was drinking more sugar than what he was supposed to.

"Let me go get you that." You say, stopping him from getting up. He kisses your cheek, thanking you for doing that.

You walk inside the house, finding Rosy and Fernando talking and helping each other with the making of dinner for everyone.

"Hi, do you guys need any help over here?" You place the empty cup, grabbing the strawberry mix and pouring more for your boyfriend.

"No, mija, you can go back. We're fine here." Fernando says, cutting some vegetables.

"Are you sure?" You ask again. "Let me take this to Pedro and I'll be back to help you."

Even they tell you that it's okay, you know they need some help. You grab the cup back and walk outside.

"Gracias, preciosa." He says, grabbing the cup. "Come sit, I want to show you something."

You shake your head no. "I'm going to help your parents in the kitchen, show me later?" Your hand in his hair, caressing his brown locks.

He nods, and you go back inside. Rosy and Fernando are talking about a new thing for the tasca. "I'm back, let me help you with the dip."

You chat with them for a while, they ask you about your classes and about your family. "Tell your mother I want that cake recipe."

When you met the González López you brought a cookie dough cheesecake. Rosy fell in love with it, well they all did.

"I can make it. We can get the things tomorrow and prepare it." You suggest, cooking with him was one of your favorite things. She taught you so much, and you were happy to bond with her with that. "Pedro might hate us for preparing it while he's on a diet."

In that moment, Pedro joined the three of you. "And what exactly are you making?" He asks, curious.

"No seas chismoso." Fernando laughs, patting his son back. "Venga, entra ya que iré a llamar a los demás." (Don't be noisy, get inside, I'm calling the rest.)

He walks over you, you're finishing a dressing for his salad, he grabs your waist, positioning himself behind you, kissing your shoulder. "What is that?"

You explain all the dishes you helped Rosy prepare, and explain to him about the salad and dressing you saw on tik tok. It was good because it didn't break any of his diet rules.

Rosy paid attention to the too of you, loving how you cared so much about him to the point of remembering what can and can't he eat.

"And this chicken is made specially for you, it's less greassy for your salad." You finish explaining. Pedro, thank you and help setting the table.

Fer, Adrian and Paula walk inside, laughing at some joke Fernando told them. They went to change since they couldn't sit with wet clothes at the table.

In the end, Adrian and Paula ended up leaving. They were invited to dinner by Paula's family.

"I can't believe it." Fer says, acting hurt. "You're trying to take away my position as mom's helper."

You all laugh at how he says it. "Well, she's a really good helper and doesn't change the recipe." Rosy defends you.

"Plus," Fernando adds. "She's doesn't complain about chopping the vegetables."

"Es que ella es simplemente especial." Pedro, kiss your cheek. Making you blush. "Nadie como ella." (She's just simply special. Nobody like her.)

To you, it was still new the whole affection in front of his family, but to him, it wasn't. His parents were like that. Even his brother and his girlfriend were like that. You weren't as used to due to your family not being this affectionate with one another.

To them, you shouldn't be ashamed. They know how much Pedro loves you, always saying how special you're and how he's so in love.

Rosy and Fernando love the way you're with him, and obviously are proud that they raised a gentleman.

"I have to take care of you." You say as you pinch his cheek. "Now eat you salad."

"It's so unfair you guys have amazing meals, and I have pure salad and chicken." He says, even tho he's very disciplined with this diet and exercise, he's getting tired of seeing you all enjoying these amazing meals.

He told you that before, how sometimes he just wants to get a burger and some French fries, but he's focused on his goals to give up like that.

"Here, let's share some salad so you won't eat alone." You push the food Rosy prepared and grab a new plate to serve yourself salad and chicken just like him. "You see? Yummy."

The look Fernando and Rosy share is a surprise one, because not even them as his parents thought about doing that, not in a bad way, they always supported him in every way, but food is food.

"You must love this idiot a lot because I know you didn't just reject this whole delicious meal for that salad." Fer jokes. Making you laugh.

"We're a team, right preciosa?" Pedro ask you. Elevating his hand for you to high-five him.

"We are." You high-five him. Making his parents stare at you like aw. "Your mom and I are making a cookie dough cheesecake." You say to him.

The expression he has is a funny one. He can remember the taste and hate that he will not be able to eat it. "So unfair."

"I want to know." Fernando asks, looking at Fer and then at Pedro. "Which one of you is going to do the dishes?"

"Not me, I did them last night." Pedro says, lifting his hands. "It's his turn."

"I hate you. At the end you'll help me." Fer says, throwing a piece of bread at him. After that, the talk turned out about what's next for Pedro, the tour, the season.

You were about to help Fer with the table, but Rosy stopped you, telling you that you already helped enough in the kitchen.

She dismissed you, telling her son to take you away from the kitchen. "Vamos, tengo que mostrarte algo." He says, walking you both back to his room. (C'mon, I got to show you something)

You sit criss-cross on his bed. He did the same and pulled out his phone, "Look." He hands you some texts between Xavi and him about how you can go with him to the US Tour.

"No way." You say hugging him. "Pedro, no way."

The smile he has while looking at you all excited for going to the tour with his is one that can light up the whole sky.

"Es que eres increíble, gracias." You hug him again, laying on his lap and kissing his whole face. (You're so amazing, thank you)

"Everything for you." He says, kissing you back.

He knows you're not that used to public affection. Specifically around family, he remembers that one time you push him away because your little cousin walked into the kitchen.

The kissing session became more heated than expected. He was now on top of you, an unbuttoned shirt, and the straps from your blouse being down your shoulders are just the beginning.

His hands travel around your body, grabbing everywhere he can. "Eres hermosa." He humms before attacking your neck with his lips.

You try your best to silence the moans, not wanting his family to find out what you're doing. But the way he was touching and kissing you made it almost impossible.

Your nails scratch lightly on his shoulders, his shirt is on the floor now. It's now your turn to tease him. Kissing that soft spot that makes him crazy. "You have to be quiet, mi amor." You say.

His lips on you to silence the two of you. While your hands go to unbutton his shorts, his hands are pulling your shirt out of your head.

But three knocks on the door make the two of you jump scared. "Si?" Pedro is the one who talks.

"Mom and I want to show you guys something." His father says, "meet us downstairs."

Your heart is beating so fast that you feel like passing out. "We're so not doing this again." You say, walking to the bathroom to fix your clothes. "You need to fix yourself, Pedro." He buff, angry at the interruption.

Once you both calm down, you make your way to the living room where his parents are. "Did you call us?"

"Vengan, tengo unas fotos para mostrar." Rosy says, making room for you on the couch. "This is an old pic from our vacation." (Come here, I have some pictures to show)

You look at the pictures, finding them adorable. Both Pedro and Fer were so little and so adorable. "Back to the time when you used to listen to your parents." You joke looking at Fer.

Fernando laughs and gives you the reason. "Es que ere joyita, hijo. Hasta ella lo sabe." (You're something else, son. Even she knows it)

You love it when they share their memories with you. It makes the moments you spend with them so special.

"When we get time, we have to go print the pictures we took these days." Fernando says to Pedro. "We have to add them to the album."

"You'll have your first appearance in the album." Rosy tells you. "Don't repeat this, but Celine cried when she got into the album."

She whispers this so Fer couldn't hear it. Celine was Fer's girlfriend. She was so special and so lovely with all of them, even with you.

You're thankful for all the love they give you, always making you feel like one of them. "I'm so excited for my first picture on this album."

"Nothing to thank us, niña. We are the ones who had to thank you. For being always so special with our boy." Fernando says as he messed Pedro's hair.

"That's true. Thank you for loving our son so much." Rosy hugs you. "We know he can be a whole lot sometimes."

"Hey, don't give me a bad reputation." Pedro laughs. You grab his hand. Happy that you find your way with someone like him.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 7 months ago

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Bat Boys with Bat Babies HC

Warnings: polyamorous mates, nothing else really, batboys being mushy with the bat triplets, ft amren & mor, i know i have two more requests to get done from last month but the bat boys are my comfort mates rn

honestly you hardly get any time with your babies besides breast feeding. the bat boys were smitten and abducted your babies from their cots

already wrapped around the triplets' little fingers

Rhysand loves toting his pack of children wherever he went. two would be on his shoulders while he held one in his arms

in both velaris and the hewn city, everyone calls Rian the crown prince despite Dagen technically the first born. (as babies no one is for sure of who belonged to which father but as they get older it's easy to tell. rian has the prettiest eyes; dagen has whisps of shadows on his wings that make them look fluffly, and baila had the general's rambunctiousness)

also as a toddler, baila made it a habit to greet everyone by headbutting their shins like a goat 😂

you nor your mates or the rest of the inner circle care about paternity. in your mixed family it didn't matter.

though succession would be something to talk about when the kids got older

cassian is definitely the fun dad. rough houses with all three bat babies.

azriel plays shadow tag and hide & seek with them. his shadows make for good alarms at night as they monitor the nursery while you caught up on much needed sleep

bat babies LOVE mor. amren kinda scares dagen and rian but not baila.

"this one is fearless" amren would comment then add with a smirk "i like it."

an even bigger bed is required for all seven of you to properly snuggle

when the babies start to experiment with their wings and flap them rhysand damn near cries. its a big step for illyrian babies when they begin to utilize their wings and strengthen them. (rian like rhysand can summon his wings at will)

az tells them stories using his shadows to make images for them (when their eyes start to track, they're mesmerized)

while there are no favorites, baila is more spoiled than her brothers. she was the only female afterall and the most charming. baila had cass' personality with your appearance. cass jokes that she'll be ruling the court of nightmares in no time lol

however, she's the one who likes to stay by your side the most. complete mommy's girl and it breaks her daddys' hearts 😂. always cries when they try to take her away from you.

kids like napping in rhys' office. often times dagen is curled up against his chest as he goes through paperwork. rian and baila in the cot that he moved to his office.

when they learn how to walk, they follow rhys everywhere (or try to)

pls send me more bat boy hc. they give me life

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maidragoste · 1 year ago

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Things I think Jacaerys Velaryon would do if he were your boyfriend

This whole week I was thinking about Jacaerys so I ended up writing this

Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated. I hope you like it 🥰🥰💕💕

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

•Let me tell you that if English is not your first language then Jacaerys LOVES it when you speak in your native language. He is always very curious about the difference between their languages, he asks you if some words have a different meaning in your country. I see him going to the supermarket with you and at some point he starts asking you what they call a certain product in your country.

•Jace would work hard to learn your native language. Most of the time his pronunciation is clumsy but every time you hear him speaking in your native language you feel like you fall in love with him ten thousand times more.

The word he knows how to say best is "I love you" because he never stops saying it to you.

•If you are vegetarian or vegan I can see Jace searching the internet for good places to go eat together. He loves trying new food with you.

Plus his house is always stocked with a couple of vegan products. One time he got mad at Luke because when you came to see him there were no more of your vegan cookies left because his brother ate them and didn't tell him.

•Sometimes when you feel like painting your nails but you're in lazy mode Jace ends up being the one to do it for you. The two of you talk nonsense while he carefully runs the polish over your nails.

•Every time he sees a tik tok from a series or a book that he knows you like, he sends it to you.

•Whenever you're too caught up in studying, Jace reminds you to hydrate and eat something. Most of the time he orders something from your favorite fast food place to give you a pamper after so many hours of studying.

•I see Jacaerys as someone very touchy. Every time you go out together he can't be without holding your hand or his hand around your waist or at least hugging you by the shoulders. He needs to have you close.

•After seeing your reaction to letting his hair long. Jacaerys stopped wearing it short. He loves seeing how nervous you get every time he catches you staring at him. He always teases you by making you pout and he loves kissing you.I only know that Jacaerys pretends to forget his clothes at your house but in reality, he does it on purpose because he loves to see you later wearing his clothes.

•My man has two playlists about you. One with all your favorite songs and another with the songs that make him think of you. In the latter there are these songs:

"You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love" — You Are in Love, Taylor Swift.

"Cause all of the small things that you do

Are what remind me why I fell for you

And when we're apart, and I'm missing you

I close my eyes and all I see is you

And the small things you do" — Those Eyes, New West.

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours" — I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkeys.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you— Daylight, Taylor Swift.

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badaleesbish · 8 months ago

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Hello, lovely! I hope that you're doing well. If it's alright, may I please request a smutty yet fluffly fic of g!p Bada reacting like this to her wife. https://youtube.com/shorts/89cx3g15RFY?si=7H1luvH6w4t7mPa6

Surprise. | Bada Lee x Reader

°SUMMARY:

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜.

°CW:

𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆, 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙶!𝙿 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑!𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜), 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌..., 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳‼️ 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂‼️

Another stressful day.

Bada has been working with different idol groups all week, and on top of that, she has had her own class to teach as well. Coming up with choreography for the idols and herself has been so much. It's like once she has some time to herself and time with her wife, there's another event added to her already hectic schedule.

She needs some time to breathe and let off some of the stress. That's all she wanted.

"Love, I'm home." Bada said as she walked through the front door of the apartment the two of you shared together.

She placed her backpack onto the couch as she slipped out of her shoes before walking into the kitchen.

"Baby..." Bada called out once more as she noticed that you hadn't come running into her arms as soon as she walked in.

While Bada had her head stuck inside of the refrigerator, most likely looking for something to tame her growling stomach. You had been leaning in the doorway of the kitchen waiting for Bada to look up.

"Sweeth..." Bada can't even finish the word coming from her mouth when she looked up from the refrigerator.

Seeing you like this, Bada fumbled with the ingredients she had in her arms, trying not to drop them as she sat them down on the counter.

"Hey, baby. How was your day today?" You said, chuckling at your obviously flustered wife.

"Fuck, I mean... it was fine." Bada responds, taking a huge gulp to coat her dry throat. "You... wow. I can't handle this right now."

The past couple of days, you noticed that Bada was staying late at the dance studio to teach a class, teach an idol group, or create new choreography. Whenever she would come home, she would be so stressed over the new choreography that she would lock herself in the bathroom for minutes to hours just to come up with another part of the choreography.

You know this is her process, so you never interrupted. Instead, just wait until she comes out to show the part she came up with, and she would be so excited, but you could see behind the excitement. She was stressed out, period.

"So, I know that you have been working nonstop, and I can tell how stressful it's been. Do you think it's been stressful, honey?" You said as you pushed yourself from the frame of the doorway, making your way towards Bada.

"I think... I think..." Bada stuttered out her words as she watched you walk towards her.

You looped your index fingers around Bada's belt loops, pulling her body flesh against you. A smirk creeped onto your lips as you could feel Bada's bulge against your pelvis. She was getting harder by the second just from you teasing her by wearing lingerie. You leaned your head up, placing kisses along Bada's neck, marking her up with a few hickeys and bites.

"What do you think, huh? Tell me, love." You said as you continued marking up your lover's body.

Bada let out a breathy whimper. " I think I need this."

A hand found its way to the small of your back as the other found its way to your throat, tilting your head up to the most desired kiss the two of you have ever had. Bada really needed this, your touch, love, and affection. Heavy breathing and lips smacking together surrounded the room the two of you stood in as the heat from your bodies began to rise. You pulled away from the kiss, sinking down to your knees as you looked up at Bada with your big doe eyes.

Bada's breath hitched, looking at you on your knees in front of her as if this was her first time all over again. You looked from Bada to her pants and back again as to ask for consent before the act. Bada nodded frantically as you began to loosen her belt from her pants, slowly unzipping and pulling them down to her ankles. Bada leaned back against the island, moving the loose strands of hair out of your face as you teased the tip of her cock with kitten like licks and kisses.

"Baby... don't tease me. Just do it, take me, please." Bada hiss at the teasing, begging you to take her all.

Your soft plush lips wrapped around Bada's mushroom tip, moaning, whimpering as you felt the veiny shaft against your tongue. Slowly bobbing your head as the eye contact between the two of you intensified, Bada's lips slowly parted as you engulfed her into your mouth as much as you could.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that." Bada grunts, gripping your hair into her hands as she pushed your head, shoving her shaft deeper.

The deeper Bada's shaft went into your mouth as she fucked your face, tears threatened your eyes and gags left your throat as her shaft hit the back of your throat. You dig your nails into Bada's thighs as she continues to thrust into your mouth, Bada's hands leave the back of your head as she gripped onto the edge of the counter as a form of stability.

"Don't fucking stop... so close." Bada pants, tilting her head back as her eyes squeeze shut.

Gripping Bada's thighs tighter, you bobbed your head faster as the saliva mixed with Bada bulit in the corners of your mouth dripped down your chin onto your cleavage.

"Look at me, baby. I want you to look at me while you cum." You manage to form those words against Bada's shaft.

Bada watched you through her hooded eyes, admiring how beautiful you looked with her dick shoved to the back of your throat. Bada tried to keep her eyes opened, but the feeling of knots forming in the pit of her stomach approached. Bada's hips began to jerk as hot cum spilled into your mouth, filling it just right.

"Fuck, yes. Swallow, baby, all of it." Bada said as she released herself from your mouth. "C'mere, pretty girl."

You rise to your feet, cleaning the corners of your mouth with your thumb, not wanting to miss a single drop. Bada grabbed your face, placing kisses upon your lips and making her way down to your neck. You tilt your neck to give her more access as you run your fingers through her black and blue locks.

"Mmmh, baby. I want you so bad." You moaned out as Bada continued to mark you up.

"Don't worry, my love. I'm gonna give you what you want." Bada mumbled against your skin as she placed you upon the counter, removing your mesh robe, allowing it to fall past your shoulders.

Kisses traveled across your skin in the most gentle yet rough way, reaching your lips once more. You break the lip lock, eagerly wanting to see more of your wife as you pull her shirt over her head. As you went to remove more articles of clothing, Bada pushed you back against the counter, pushing your legs apart as her lips trail down your body.

"You look so beautiful in this set, my love... sucks I have to take it off of you now." Bada said sarcastically, giving a pout followed by a sly smirk.

"You think you're funny, don't you? You say as you begin to grow more and more inpatient.

"Yeah, a little bit." Bada responds as she pulls at your bottoms, sliding them down your legs, making sure her fingers drag across your skin.

"You're so anoy... oh, shit." You couldn't ever finish your sentence before a pair of lips are placed on your clit.

"Oh, look at you. Falling apart and I just kissed your needy little clit." Bada said with every word her breath hit your clit causing your hips to buck against Bada's lips. "So desperate, huh?"

"Bada, please..." You whined out, not able to handle this form of pure torture.

Bada smiled at your neediness, it was entertaining for her watching as you whine and beg for her. She loved it.

Bada ran her tongue through your folds, up and down as her tongue found its way back to your clit, attaching her lips, sucking and moaning against the bundle of nerves. Your hands flew to grip the first things you could as your back arched against the counter top, one on Bada's hair and the other interlocked with Bada's hand.

"Fuck, Bada..." You moaned out as your grip began to tightened.

Bada ripped her hand from your grip, placing it onto your hip as she slowly placed her fingers into your mouth far enough to cause you to gag once again. She eased her wet fingers into you slowly as you adjust to the feeling. Her lips still attached to your clit as her fingers thrust in and out of you, you thighs squeeze around Bada's head as she continued the beautiful assault of your pussy.

"Shit... Bada, I can't..." You whimper out as Bada pushed your legs open as her thrust became faster and her tongue became rougher.

"I know you can do it, baby. Do it for me, sweet girl." Bada responds reattaching her mouth to you.

You try to push Bada's head and fingers away as the pressure bulids and bulids inside of you but Bada only swats your hands away. You couldn't take it anymore. You felt like you were about to... about to...

"Oh, shit... oh God..." You sob, gushing all over Bada's mouth and fingers but that's didn't stop her. Bada lapped and slurped up your juices not wasting a single drop as your body shook. "Bada... stop... too.... too much."

Bada pulled herself from between your thighs, towering over your body as she brought her soaked fingers to your lips, brushing them against your lips as you parted your lips allowing Bada to slide them into your mouth.

"Suck." Bada said as the two long digits sat upon your tongue.

You moaned out as the new yet familiar flavor landed onto your tongue, swirling your tongue around Bada's long digits as if this was your last meal. Bada pulled her fingers from your mouth, placing them into her mouth, sucking the remaining of your juices mixed with your saliva as her gaze locked with yours.

Bada pulled her fingers from her mouth, leaning down as she brought her lips close to yours, her breath against your lips as you wrapped arms around her neck, pulling her as close as you could. Bada pressed her lips against yours so slow and so soft as you whimper at her kisses, hands gliding up and down your sides, arms wrapping around her neck more as you wanted her closer. Bada's kisses grew harsher as she slid her tongue into your mouth, brushing her tongue against yours and occasionally biting your bottom lip.

"Thank you, baby. Do you feel better?" You managed to make out the words as Bada continued to kiss your lips.

"I'm fine, but... I'm not done... with you... sweet girl." Bada said between her kisses.

The night was long, but it was totally worth it. BEST. SEX. EVER. Maybe you should let Bada get stressed more often.

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