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#I have thoughts about the new tour yet I am not sure if I should share (given why I do so in tags)#I am not surprised to see denmark is absent#I am a bit surprised to see no scandinavian country AT ALL#not surprised to see germany and the uk have most dates (that's sadly something I've seen a lot from bands/artists I like)#a little befundled with the route he has scheduled for both germany and the uk dates#glad to see other countries like switzerland france and the netherlands get their debut#not surprised it is in october since that seems to be around the same time for his europe antics last year as well#all this said I am a bit conflicted what to do myself#I'd like to go to gigs on this tour#yet I've already run out of the country four times these past upcoming five months (three times to finland)#since it is quite expensive and maybe not something I will have time for given I hopefully get an internship in august#with that in mind I feel like I should probably go for only a few dates#and yet last time I felt very much like I was missing out and overlooked because I didn't go to âmore than two showsâ#and here is where I feel like my thoughts are probably not great#i was thinking about maybe going for hamburg as first priority since it is the closest (4 hours in train)#then have frankfurt and munich as second priorities making it a little mini tour#I am not sure if I'd physically and mentally be able to do more than three gigs in a row#yet if I am I sort of want to go to zurich too because I've never been there#two days to decide is not very long#I feel very stressed tbh#and I hope noone will take this in any wrong way#please I really dont want to feel shit again#I know my last concert related take was on the fence#(even though as it turned out the venue did worse than me in that regard)#but this one is really just me thinking about what would be the smartest plan#other possible options would be to go for zurich since it is in a weekend (sunday) and then - depending on whether or not I have work#either go home or follow jere to amsterdam (then maybe paris and brussels)#another option is berlin then hamburg and then to home from there (so two shows)#or london and bristol since its the weekend (maybe manchester as well if it is not far - so up to three shows)#the latter I am a bit concerned about since being trans in the uk is not great atm
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Isha walking into reader and sevikas room to sleep because jinx kept on pushing her off the bed :,(
(also I love the stuff you write and I hope your having a good day/noon/night!)
aweeeeeee (also tysm!! i'm slugging thru my period but i'm feeling better this evening hehe!)
men and minors dni
around midnight, you wander into the living room to find jinx taking apart your coffee maker. you rub your eyes, pull the blankets over sleeping isha's shoulders, before pouring a glass of juice and placing it beside jinx's workspace.
"can't sleep?" you ask, sitting beside her and ruffling her bangs. jinx shrugs.
"your coffee maker kept drippin', couldn't sleep with it." she mumbles, taking a slurp off her juice, her eyes studying the parts scattered on your dining table.
"y'know if you're bored... sevika's got a big ol' stash of comic books in the storage closet. classic oldies from when we were kids-- 'sharkshooter', 'janna's ravens',--"
"does she have any 'sparkgirls'? she asks, an excited glimmer in her eye. you grin.
"that was her favorite. go ahead, just don't rip any of the pages. these're her babies." you chuckle, pulling open the closet and letting jinx clamor over to you. you give her a quick kiss then wander back to the bedroom, ruffling isha's hair as you pass her on the couch.
"y'okay?" sevika mumbles as you crawl back into bed beside her. you giggle and kiss her cheek.
"just checkin' on jinx 'n the kid."
"mmm." sevika mumbles, flipping over to bury her face against your tits. "love you."
her snores quickly lull you back to bed.
you wake up a few hours later to sevika jumping awake beside you.
"'s wrong?" you mumble.
"i don't-- there's something-- isha?!" sevika asks, throwing the blankets back and flicking a lamp on.
a big pair of gold eyes blink up at the pair of you.
"s-sorry ms. vika. i go' cold without ms. jinx on the couch wi' me."
you burst into giggles, cooing down at the baby in your bed and laying back down against the mattress. isha curls up against your side. "come back to bed, sev." you say, rolling your eyes at your gawking girlfriend.
"she's in my spot!" sevika sputters, pointing at where isha's curled up on your chest. you chuckle and make grabby hands for her.
"c'mon, w'ere cold! right isha?" you ask. the kid giggles and nods, mimicking your own grabby hands.
sevika snorts an exhausted laugh, crawling back into bed beside you two, pulling the covers up and flicking the light out.
when isha's little snores start up sevika reaches over the bed to poke you. "you realize this means we gotta put a lock on the door for when we wanna fuck, now, right?" she asks.
you fall asleep laughing, reaching across the mattress to weave your fingers between sevika's.
when you finally wake up in the morning, jinx has joined your cuddle pile, curled up at the foot of the bed like a dog, one of sevika's comics clutched to her chest as she snores.
isha's laying directly on top of sevika, and sevika's got one arm curled around the girl, the other reaching out to hold your own hand.
she blinks awake when you press a kiss to her forehead, groaning when she realizes how many guests have joined your bed. you chuckle.
"you're the one who dragged 'em both home." you remind her.
"we need to find a bigger fuckin' house." she mumbles.
"or at least a bigger bed." you giggle.
sevika glances over at you, and all the annoyance and frustration melt away the second her eyes meet yours. "they're lucky i got you, y'know. no fuckin' way i'd let two kids crash the bachlorette pad i had before i met you."
"y'mean you weren't softened up enough yet?" you tease.
sevika grins and shrugs. "somethin' like that."
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@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner
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@sevikaspillowprincess @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai @my-taintedheart
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#isha calls reader ms. baby btw#because sevika's always callin' u baby#sevika#sevika arcane#sevika imagine#sevika x reader#sevika x you#soft sevika
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partition - lh44 (+18)
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Summary:Â The one where you and Lewis are stuck in traffic in Paris, and decide to make the most of the situation.
Pairing:Â lewis hamilton x readerÂ
Word Count:Â 4.0k
Warnings: smut!! sex in a car, unprotected sex (because when have i written something with condoms lol), pwp, cringey ass nickname (blame beyoncĂ©), manhandling, took me a long time to write it so it doesnât make sense most part, minors dni!!
Authorâs Note: hi, hey, hello!! this was a passion project for me and you have no idea how happy i am with the way it turned out. Thereâs only one slight issue and it is that i wanted lewis to call the reader something other than peaches, but it is in the song, therefore please if you donât like it blame the mother, aka beyoncĂ©. Also, i was very unsure of whether i wanted to drag it out, or leave it as it is, so any feedback is appreciated. i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee
Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.Â
It took you forty five minutes to get ready â Lewis knows this because heâs been keeping time on his phone since the moment youâve went into the bedroom side of your hotel room to get ready for the party heâs taking you to. Youâve always like to joke that he takes longer getting ready whenever the two of you have to go somewhere, but now that he is staring the timer on his phone, maybe he should use it as an evidence that youâre, in fact, wrong the next time you tease him about it. Not that he actually would do that, he is a gentleman, after all.
Heâs just about to call out to you to hurry up when you beat him to it, âBaby, I need help, please!â
The nickname manages to bring the smallest of smiles to his face as he, without shouting anything back in response, gets up from his place on the couch and makes his way towards the bedroom. And thatâs when his eyes land on you, in front of the full-sized mirror struggling to zip up your dress. In just a few more steps heâs right behind you, his fingers itching to dance against the smooth skin of your back. âI thought you were going to wear the suit you brought, Peaches,â his voice comes off muffled as he presses a few kisses to the expose skin on your shoulder.
âI forgot to bring the shirt that goes with it,â your voice comes off shaky as you feel his lips drag on your skin, and you can hear his soft chuckle. Craning your neck to give him a small smile, you join in his laughter, âZip me?â With a yielding kiss, Lewis wordlessly grabs the small zipper between his fingers, and when the moves the zipper, it makes you shriek out another laugh, âUp, Lewis, zip me up please!â
âAlright, alright,â he chuckles, pulling the zipper upward with a swift motion. The dress seamlessly hugs your figure, and he makes a show of checking you out from the mirror in front of you before meeting your eyes. âThere you go, all zipped up,â Lewis announces triumphantly, ignoring your disapproving headshake, giving you a gentle pat on the back. You turn around, facing him with a grateful smile, and he can't resist leaning in for a sweet kiss. The connection between your lips is brief but warm.
âYou like my dress?â You ask him and his enthusiastic nod makes your smile widen in satisfaction, âYou donât think itâs too short?â
Instead of answering your question with words, instead Lewis tsks, letting his dissatisfaction with your question known. He gently takes one of your hands in his, threading his fingers through yours and prompts you to spin around to give him a better look of your dress. He wraps his arms around your middle, his hand still firmly intertwined with yours, and presses a kiss on your shoulder right where the strap of your dress meets your skin. âWear any dress you want, Peaches, Miles and I can handle anyone who gives you trouble for it.â
Chucking at his protective, yet playful, response, you pat his arm around your middle with your free hand, âSpeaking of the devil, we should probably get going if we donât want him to kill us both for being late.â Lewis makes a sound of contest, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he pulls you closer to himself. âLu,â you let out a faux-exasperated sigh, âthere is being late, and fashionably late, and Iâm afraid we are way past the latter.
âOh, darling,â you hear his breathy voice whisper against your skin as he places a couple of open mouthed kisses onto your exposed skin, âmaybe we should stay back, hm? I can show you just how much I like your dress.â With one of his hands splayed on your stomach and his lips greeting your skin ever so often, you gasp when his lips find that one sweet spot he knows that makes your knees week. âImagine how much fun we can have on our own, here, in our room.â
Throwing your head back to rest on his chest, a breathy chuckle falls from your lips, but you give him a stern look. âAs much as I would love to stay back with you, we promised all of our friends weâll be there.â As you rise up to your toes to give him a soft peck on the lips, you manage to break free from his arms, leaving him with a perpetual pout on his face. âWhen we get back, Mister Hamilton, you can do whatever you want to me.â
With your offer, the look on his face changes from a pout to a smirk. âIs that a promise, Peaches?â He raises an eyebrow.
âOh, darling,â you emphasise the word with an exaggerated version of his accent. âItâs a fact,â you return his look with a small smirk on your own as you add, âsir.â
Needless to say, the walk down to the lobby to get into your car is full of tension between the two of you. Itâs not like Lewis canât hold himself back, because he can. He has proven under many circumstances that he can withhold sex from you if he decides to do that. The most recent incident was when he caught you lurking around the Red Bull garage during the last race youâve attended, which ended with you quite literally having to beg him to fuck you after a week of Lewis not even touching you. The walk down to the lobby is filled with stolen touches and knowing glances, with him trying to get you to kiss him every minute, not caring whether the people around you can hear him or not.
You give him a sideway look when the receptionist tells you that your limo for the night is waiting for you. âA limo?â You raise an eyebrow, looking at him for response.
He simply shrugs a shoulder, leaning down to mumble his response into your ear, âMiles was in charge of the car,â with his fingers giving your waist a firm squeeze, he manages to earn a silent shriek from you, âIâm sure we could do with the extra space, darling.â
âBehave, Lu.â You chastise him, but the corner of your mouth upturns nonetheless and you let Lewis guide you towards the car waiting for you.
Because he is the perfect gentleman he opens your door and helps you into the limo, pressing a lingering kiss on your hand before joining you. The inside of the limo is darker than you expected, but the city lights of Paris do a good enough job of illuminating the car. The condensation on the limoâs windows has your attention and Lewis watches and you trailing your finger along the glass, tracing the line a raindrop left behind. He contemplates, for a second, whether being jealous over a raindrop for commanding your attention could be considered weird or not, but he decides that he doesnât really care.
He places a hand on your thigh, his touch is both reassuring and possessive, but when you turn your head towards him to look at him, the way he smiles at you and his thumb caresses your knee is incredibly sweet. He is a duality in himself, Lewis is. And you enjoy the way city lights illuminate his face, his smile soft as he leans over the middle of the seat to give you a sweet peck on your lips.
âWhat was that for?â you ask him, giggling as you place your hand over his on your thigh. He doesnât answer, only shrugs his shoulders and grins as he pulls away from you, instantly making you seek him out again. Youâre about to comment on his suddenly playful mood, when you realise the car is slowly coming to a stop, and you let out a breath of frustration when the driver informs you that youâve hit traffic. And traffic in Paris on a Friday night? Itâs safe to say that both of you know that you are not going anywhere fast.
The overall wait is not that bad, you think. Even though the traffic is crawling at a snailâs pace, youâre more than happy to be in the car where you can be with Lewis without the overwhelming sound of EDM music and sweaty bodies pushing you around in a crowded club. The same, however, cannot be said about your boyfriend.
As time passes and youâre, still, stuck in traffic, you can see Lewis getting more and more frustrated with the situation. You try not to comment on how annoyed he looks and let him have his silent moment of irritation. You gently squeeze his hand, offering a reassuring smile. âIt's alright, Lewis. We'll get there eventually.â
He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. âI know, I know. It's just... I hate being late.â He lets out another frustrated sigh as he gently pats the empty seat between the two of you. âCan you just come closer, please?â
âWhy?â you ask, eyes narrowed down in suspicion as he somehow manages to pull you closer to himself, not that you would try to get out of the situation otherwise â with the amount of times youâve found yourself suddenly sitting in Lewisâ lap, itâs almost as if you canât get away from him when heâs next to you. âWe canât do anything,â you whisper in warning when you catch him giving you literal bedroom eyes.
Smirking at the anxious tone of your voice, he lets his hand wander down to your hip as he quickly manoeuvres you into his lap, despite all your warnings, and calls out to the driver loud enough for him to hear his voice, âHey mate, can you pull up the partition, please?â You hear the sound of the partition going up as Lewis fiddles with the couple of the buttons on the door handle, and soon after you hear the faint sound of music playing in the car. He meets your eyes when you give him a funny look, silently asking him what heâs up to, but he responds with a faint smile as he rests his hand on your lower back.
Rolling your eyes at the antics of the driver sitting, literally, under you, you turn your attention back to the scenery outside the window. Going back to tracing the raindrops falling onto the glass window, you choose to focus on the outside view as best as you can, given the current position youâre in. Although youâve warned him against it, Lewisâ hand on the lower of your back drawing circles into your skin gives you other ideas you would otherwise choose to ignore in a public setting.
âWhat are you up to, Lewis?â you ask, lips twitching in a need to smile as you do your best to supress it. Â
He grins, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark as he gives you an innocent shrug of his shoulder. âJust making the most of the situation, darling.â
Letting out a resigning sigh, you try to focus back on the rain outside, but with Lewisâ hand getting bolder on your lower back and the fact that you find yourself shuffling in your seat with every subtle movement of the car makes it almost impossible to focus on anything but him. Deciding to find out just how much you can get away with, you tilt your head back slightly, your lips hovering near his ear. âAre you trying to start a scandal, Mr. Hamilton?â
He chuckles, the vibrations from his laughter sending a delightful shiver down your spine. âI told you we'd make the most of it, didn't I?â Hid hand continues its teasing dance, eventually dipping lower and even under your dress, and you have to fight the urge to let out a moan at the feeling of his skin on yours. âWe can make it into a challenge,â he offers, his voice low as he suggestively whispers on your skin, âsee just how scandalous we can be in the back of a limo.â
âWhat if someone sees?â You mumble, biting the corner of your lip to stop yourself from smiling.
His lips graze the curve of your neck, sending another shiver down your spine. âI thought you liked being watched, Peaches.â You can feel his lips curling into a smirk and a gasp leaves your lips as his hand grabs your thigh, making you shuffle closer to him as a result. âIs that a yes?â Your eyes glance over at the closed up partition, but you nod your head nevertheless, though that doesnât necessarily satisfy the man beside you. âWords, darling.â
âYes, please.â The words escape your mouth and your hands slide down his body to work on the zipper of his dress pants. He gives you an amused look as you pull his zipper down, and kneel on the floor between his legs as elegantly as you can given the current situation youâre in. You hear him say your name in warning, giving you a way out, even though he was teasing you about your voyeuristic tendencies â and you mightâve considered taking it, if it werenât for the fact that having him in your mouth is the only thing you can focus on at the moment. So, instead of pulling yourself up on Lewisâ lap and let him have his way with you, you carefully take his cock out, making sure to keep your eyes fixed on his during the whole process.
Giving him a few gentle strokes, you lean forward to lick the first few drops of precum that drips out of the head of his cock. The hiss he lets out when you take the head of his cock between your lips and suck on it gently makes you smirk, and so you swirl your tongue around the tip to get another reaction out of him. With the way his left hand grabs the door, you know Lewis is trying so hard not to just grab you by your hair and guide you the way he wants to. Humming at the taste of him, you widen your lips to fit more of him in your mouth and wrap both hands around his cock to pump the rest of his cock that you canât fit into your mouth. As you slowly start bobbing your head up and down on his cock, the sounds leaving his mouth make you want to quicken up your pace, though you refrain from doing so. Maybe you shouldnât be feeling so turned on by a mere sound of your boyfriendâs pleasure, but you canât help yourself as you inadvertently rub your thigs together.
You continue the movements of your mouth, taking more of him every time you bob your head down, and Lewis gives in at some point, threading his hands through your hair and guiding you down until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. âFuck, Peaches,â his low groan sends tingles down your spine, âjust like that.â He looks so beautiful, you think, with his head thrown back and eyes closed.
Your hands work together with your mouth, picking up speed when you realise you have him at your mercy like this â it even makes you wetter, and you feel the wetness between your legs. Your eyes water as a sudden move from Lewis thrusting his hips causes your gag reflex to remind you both that it is there, causing you to pull back with a huff and send a glare his way. But he apologises by caressing the apple of your cheek and easing you back onto his cock.
Your power move, however, doesnât last long, as Lewis lets out a groan, pulling your head off of him and leaning forward to lift you onto his lap. Itâs not necessarily intentional when you grind yourself against his cock, causing both of you to moan simultaneously. Your head is thrown back when you feel his lips gliding on your feverish skin, and you even let out a breathy laugh when your head lulls to the side and you see the handprints heâs left in the mirror. âLewis,â you whisper, trying to keep your voice low, suddenly very aware of the driver sitting in the front of the car, âif you donât fuck me now, I think I might explode.â
âI got you, baby,â he murmurs, his hands on your hips lifting you up to position you over his cock. But you have other plans in mind. He lets out a breathy chuckle as you drag your lips over the skin of his neck, tracing his tattoos as you leave feverish kisses along the way. âWhat are you doing?â He asks, hands busying themselves to get you out of your underwear.
Nipping at his skin, which earns you Lewis squeezing your hip in warning in return, but you give him a pout as you pull back. âYou didnât let me finish you off, you impatient brute.â
âBrute?â He echoes, not able to stop himself from laughing at your choice of words, âAre you going to be a brat, hm?â He is more than happy to play along when you get into these moods, though he also knows how you can get when you donât get something you want. So when you fix him with a glare of your own, he lets out a deep sigh as he wraps your hair around one of his hands and pull your head back to bare your neck to him. âAnd to think I thought you were going to be a good girl, I guess thatâs my fault.â
The whine that leaves you wouldâve been embarrassing if it werenât for the fact that he has you in the in the palm of his hand. âItâs not fair,â another whine leaves you, and you attempt rolling your hips against his erection resting against you in between your legs, but before you can find a rhythm, he halts your movements by tugging on your hair again. Curling your fingers around his shirt, you huff a breath of annoyance, whining out his name. âIâll be good,â you promise, and let out a relieved sigh when he lets go of your hair to give you more freedom to move; you thank him with a few kisses.
âI know you will.â Lewis mumbles, hands finding your underwear again, but he quickly becomes frustrated when he realises the position youâre in will make it hard for him to get you out of them. So, taking an executive decision, he decides to rip them off your body. He gives you a look when you whine at the loss of your favourite pair, and he tries to salve the situation with a promise of buying you another pair. When you feel him between your legs, without any barriers this time, he is not surprised to see your immediate reaction. Though Lewis enjoys when you take control, he is impatient as he raises your hips, despite all your protest, and positions you over his cock.
You only have a few moments to adjust when he eventually lowers you onto his cock, and the initial stretch has you gasping out his name. He gives you a few minutes to adjust before slowly starting to move your hips, each move making you take him deeper until heâs buried to the hilt in you. One of your hands is pressed to the window for support out of reflex, trying to keep still as he uses the grip he has on your hips to move you in the rhythm he wants. It matches the mood pretty well, you think, everything is rushed and the sounds of the traffic and the music playing surrounding you becomes muffled as the pleasure takes over your body. You have to physically stop yourself from screaming every time he slams you down on his cock, faster and harder each time, relentless as he watches your face contort with pleasure.
Trying your best to match his thrusts, you grind your clit on every down stroke, making him somehow go even deeper, and making you moan even louder. There is an arrogant smirk on his face that you would love to wipe off, but with the way heâs making you feel, you decide to get him away with it. Dragging your hands down his shirt, you suddenly feel offended by the fact that he is covering his chest, and decide to get him out of it. This plan wouldâve worked better if it werenât for the fact that you end up ripping the buttons rather than being gentler with it. Not that Lewis complains about it, since this is most definitely not the first time something like this has happened. Your hands work on their own as you glide them through the smooth skin, slightly damp due to the warm temperature of the car, but every contact with his skin seems to make you roll your hips faster and harder.
He has to close one of his hands over your mouth since the moans that leave you get considerably higher in volume with every waking second. His lips curl up in a smile as you silently beg him with your eyes, your movements becoming sloppier with every down stroke. âIâm going to remove my hand and help you come, but youâre going to be a good girl and keep quiet, okay?â His voice carries a warning tone, and you frantically nod, assuring him that youâll follow his instructions.
Keeping true to his word Lewis takes away his hand, making you take a deep breath as he grabs your hips. His hold on your hips is bruising, and youâre certain youâll have marks to remember tonight for a while â especially with the way he uses his hold to move you on his cock in a rhythm he wants to. It doesnât take you a long time to feel the overwhelming pleasure starting to build up in your lower stomach. âPlease,â you whine, nails biting into his skin as your other hand is splayed over the window for support, âIâm so close.â
âCome on,â Lewis encourages you, hands working you over his cock even faster to get you where you need to be, âgive it to me, I got you.â And with him looking at you like that, using your body however he wants to? It doesnât take long for you to feel yourself coming around him, head thrown back and lips parted in a silent scream. With a last thrust, you feel him also spill himself into you, the act being greatly intimate despite the current predicament youâre both in at that moment.
A sound of surprise leaves the back of your throat when he begins to move under you, positioning you to stand on all fours as he positions himself behind you. âWhaâ What are you doing?â You ask, craning your neck to look at him with hazy eyes.
âOh, Peaches,â he coos, one of his hands caressing your skin down your thighs and up towards your hip again, âdid you think we were done? We still have a long way back to the hotel.â
âBut, the club?â You find yourself asking, cheeks burning when he uses his finger to push the wetness dripping out of you back in.
âWe were never going to make it to that club anyway,â Lewis drags his lips up your spine until he reaches your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck before whispering, âwhat do you think? Should we make the most out of the way back?â
Your eyes slide towards the handprints left on the window, the Paris lights shining through the streaks both of your handprints have left behind. Maybe under different circumstances you wouldâve insisted you go to the club to meet with your friends. But at that moment? You instinctively push your hips back onto his, and feel his smile on your skin as he runs his hands through your body, ready for another round simply because you two canât keep away from each other.
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too sweet
pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader
summary: a night out makes hotch realize a few too many things.
a/n: me??? writing for criminal minds again out of nowhere??? what is going on. and i do not have an answer i was just in a hotch mood bc he's fine asf and i finally have the confidence to write for him here we are lol. hope u enjoy this short lil thing
wc: 2.4k
warning(s): alcohol consumption, a sexual joke or two, written in one go so might be a mess! aaron is all in his head but this is basically all fluff
Hotch canât focus.Â
Mostly because he canât stop glancing over at you. Normally itâs not a problemâheâd lost count of how many times heâd distracted himself from mounds of paperwork by meeting your eyes through his office window, often accompanied by a smile that made even his heart beat a little fasterâand especially now, it shouldnât be a problem.Â
You and Derek have had some kind of bet going on during the past few nights outâyou didnât believe he was as charming and suave as he claimed, and Morgan was all too happy to prove you wrong.
You bet that he couldnât get at least five numbers every night, and come last Thursday, Morgan took the win at the end of the evening with a smile on his face. As punishment, the first round of their next night out was on you.Â
And thatâs nice, sure. Hotch is always thankful that his team can still joke around and have fun with each other despite everything they have to deal with each day. He hopes they keep the light in their eyes as long as possible, especially the younger ones. Heâs fine with being the stick in the mud, the one who never smiles, the iron willed chief that scares local uniforms.
Hotch is not so fine with the way he feels right now.Â
Itâs a busy night at the bar, which is understandable. Hotch is sure half the precinct is out alongside them, celebrating the BAU finally solving the case that had torn them to shreds over the past week. You, Reid, and Garcia put the threads together an hour into scouring through evidence, and the unsub was cuffed before noon.Â
Certainly something to celebrateâthereâs a reason the whole team agreed to go out tonight and leave tomorrow. Even Rossi decided to join when he learned you would be buying, but heâs already abandoned them in favor of catching up with some old friends. Hotch even thinks they might have another round in their future because of their solve, courtesy of the local chief. They had a long night ahead of them.Â
But you havenât gotten the drinks yet, and Hotch wonders how long itâll take even after you do. Because some officer is trying to talk you up, and youâre smiling and laughing along and giving him every bit of your attention.Â
Hotch recognized him the moment he set eyes upon him, even in plain clothes. Heâs some joke of an officer from the station, and heâs been trying to get your numberâor even just get your attentionâthroughout their whole visit. Always sidling up to you during debriefs, specifically giving you any information or evidence he findsâHotch has overheard him asking for your number more than once.Â
Hotch has been so focused on the case heâs not even sure if youâve rejected him or not, and the mere thought is enough to annoy him. If he wasnât equally as sure of your ability to defend yourself and afraid of overstepping with you, he would have stepped in.Â
But it makes sense. The officer is young and handsome, youâre young and prettyânot to mention you have a way of lighting up any room you step into. Hotch spent the whole first month of your employment wondering why you would want to do a job like this. Heâs spent the rest of it thankful that you did.Â
Youâre sharp as a whip, naturally, but youâve also done wonders for the team atmosphere. Itâs hard to feel down with a smile like yours beaming his way. The job weighs you down like it does everyone, but you still manage to lift everyoneâs spirits on the jet ride back before they jump into the next case. Itâs impressive.Â
Itâs also trouble. Youâve been part of the BAU for almost two years now, and Hotch has spent just as much time tearing his eyes away from you as he has working. Itâs wrong, and itâs wholly inappropriate in terms of your working relationshipâheâs your boss, for godâs sake.Â
But sometimes, Hotch will be beating himself up over one thing or another on a case, and youâll plant yourself in his vicinity and refuse to leave until youâve helped him work through it. If you ever tire of the FBI, he thinks you have a second calling as an elementary school teacher.Â
Sometimes the hotel theyâre staying at will have truly shitty coffee, worse than theyâre used to at the BAU, and youâll already be in the lobby with a tray full of the teamâs orders. Hotch never recalls telling you his orderâyou just figured it out, and you remembered it.Â
Sometimes his gaze will drift your way, and heâll find you already staring at him. You look away just as quickly as he does, and it makes him wonder.Â
Hotch has made a living off of studying the behavior of others. More often than not, he finds himself profiling his co-workers just out of instinct. His job is to know what others are thinking.Â
But god. When it comes to you, Hotch doesnât think heâs ever felt more unsure in his life. Especially when you look at him the same way he wants to for weeks, then act nothing but proper another day; when you fall asleep against his shoulder on the jet one night and entertain some desk jockey another night.Â
It makes him feel like a highschooler again, trying to figure out if Haley really liked him or if she was just playing around, and itâs more embarrassing than it should be. Especially when heâs still dealing with the lingering emotions from the divorce.Â
âHotch.â JJâs voice is enough to break him out of his trance, and he blinks as he turns to her. At least someone paid him the mercy to dispel his thoughts, even if only for a temporary time.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âDid you hear a single word I said?â she asks, a slight smile curving on her lips.Â
âOf course,â he responds. âThe chiefâs over there talking with the commissioner. Heâs the same guy who made your life difficult the last time we were in Milwaukee.âÂ
JJâs eyebrows shoot up, and she nods. âI didnât think you were listening.âÂ
âI think he just got lucky,â Morgan cuts in, his gaze darting over to you momentarily. âI think you were too focused on our drinks.âÂ
Reid frowns. âI donât think he was focused on the drinks. HeâsââÂ
âJust making sure theyâre still coming,â Hotch interrupts, and he straightens his tie. Today really has been a long oneâusually, heâs better at covering these things up. âAnd I wasnât lucky. I was listening.âÂ
âTrust me,â Morgan says with a laugh, âIâm watchinâ her until Iâve got a glass in my hand. Sheâs not getting out of this after the way she bragged this whole month.âÂ
âThe stupidest thing to make a bet on,â Prentiss remarks, âespecially with you.âÂ
âShe said she just wanted to prove you wrong,â Reid contributes. âShe thinks youâre too cocky.âÂ
Morgan grins. âItâs not cocky if you can back it up.âÂ
Hotchâs attention goes back to you, and youâve finally gotten their drinks. Youâre loading them onto a tray like youâre the bartender yourself, and his brows crease. Maybe he should have gone up with you.Â
âDo you think she needs help?â he asks. How obvious is too obvious? Why does it feel like his brain only works at half power whenever it comes to you?Â
âSheâll be fine,â Prentiss says. âAnd if she needs it, that guy talking her up can help.âÂ
âJason Rodriguez,â Reid remarks. âHe hung around her the whole time we were trying to pinpoint a location, and he wasnât any help, which makes sense because he's practically desk-bound at the precinct. Iâm surprised she got any work done.âÂ
JJ chuckles. âIâm surprised he hasnât given up yet. Heâs been following her around all week, like some lost puppy.âÂ
Morgan shrugs. âI dunno. She seems pretty into him.âÂ
âI donât think ex-frat boys are her type,â Prentiss says wryly. Hotch doesnât think so either, but he doesnât say anything. Contributing to this kind of conversation is certainly too obvious. Â
âI doubt weâll be back here for a while. She might as well.â Morgan smiled. âShe probably needs a win after such an embarrassing loss.âÂ
Thankfully, before Hotch has to keep pretending not to care about this topic, you walk over carrying a tray of cocktailsâand youâre alone. The subject of their previous conversation seems lost in the crowd, and he feels a dangerous amount of relief.Â
âAre you all talking about me?â you drawl.Â
âYou know we are, sweetheart. Thought you were never gonna get here.â Morgan sits up, smiling at you. âWhatâd my win get us?âÂ
âLong Island Iced Teas,â you muse as you set the tray down. âEnjoy it, because Iâm gonna be working some overtime to make up for all these.âÂ
Morgan grins as he takes his drink. âYou shouldâve never doubted my skills.âÂ
âIâm surprised you didnât need any help,â Prentiss says. âYouâve done this before, huh?âÂ
âBartended my way through college.â You slide into the booth next to Hotch, just a bit too close for a bit too long, and he hopes that no one can see his chest still for a moment. Itâs impressive that he still hasnât figured out how to lessen the effect you have on him. âIâve probably got better hands than you, Morgan.âÂ
âDo we need to make another bet?â he asks. âBecause Iâd love to clean out your wallet.âÂ
âMaybe wait another month before you prey on any more poor, defenseless agents,â you croon, and Morgan laughs.Â
He pivots the conversation away from you when you pick up your drink and take a sip, and you look at Hotch. Whenever your gaze is on him, you make him feel like heâs the only person in the room. Heâs sure you never look at anyone else that way, but Hotch wonders how much of that is his mind trying to justify his imagination.Â
âIâm surprised you agreed with this,â you say, mercifully interrupting his thoughts. âI thought youâd want us to go back tonight.âÂ
âYou all earned a night out after the work you did,â Hotch says. He thinks about taking a drink, but he decides against it, at least for now. He can barely trust his sober mind.Â
âYouâve earned it too,â you say. âWe wouldnât be anywhere without you, Hotch. You keep us all together.âÂ
He shakes his head. âI donât think I ever wouldâve connected the dots like you and Reid can with Garcia. I hate unsubs with secret codes.âÂ
âIâve always liked puzzles,â you muse. âThereâs nothinâ like it when it all finally clicks.âÂ
Hotch hums, and for a moment, heâs silent. Your gaze remains fully on him, and that might be why he has trouble thinking. Itâs too easy to get lost in your eyes.Â
âWhat did that guy say?â Hotch finally manages to ask, because he honestly canât help it. Morganâs points actually worried him a bit, and he wonders what that says about him. Ex-frat boy certainly isnât your type, but someone forgettable for a one night stand isnât the most absurd thing in the world.Â
Your brows knit together as you drink some more. âWhat guy?â
âThe officer you were talking with,â he says. âHe seemed to like you.âÂ
Heâd been flirting with you since the moment you stepped into the precinct, actually, desperate for your attention, but Hotch didnât really want to say that. Heâs sure you noticed either way, if the rest of the team did.Â
âOh. Him.â You shrug. âHeâs nice, I guess. Definitely a looker. But heâs got nothing beneath that hair.âÂ
âMorganâs surprised you didnât bring him back,â Hotch says. He wonders if heâs pushing too much, and again, he feels like a highschooler testing the waters. Do you know what you do to him? What you reduce him to?Â
You shrug as you take a sip. âIf he knows whatâs good for him, he knows he doesnât have a chance. My attentionâs on someone else.âÂ
Prentiss calls your name and you get drawn back into the middle of the teamâs conversation, and thankfully, Hotch has a chance to digest your wordsâand the stunner of a smile you flash at him before you get pulled into their talk.Â
His decision to not drink seems even wiser, now. Hotch has to loosen his tie, and he ignores Reid watching him. Itâs futile trying to hide anything from Spencer Reidâthe kid already knows everything.Â
Again, it's dangerous how much satisfaction he gets from itâfrom knowing you never really paid that officer a second thought. You didnât smile at him the way you smile at Hotch. You donât smile at anyone the way you smile at Hotch. He thought he was imagining it at first, or that he was just a bit too stuck up, but it was the honest truth. You paid him special attention, and he couldnât blame the warmth in his chest from the thought on any alcohol.Â
He tunes back into the conversation just to hear Morgan demand you pay for his next drink.Â
âYouâre lucky Iâm feeling generous,â you say.Â
He puts a hand to his chest. âGenerous? Youâre just paying what you owe me.âÂ
You laugh and shake your head. âPick your poison, pretty boy.âÂ
âHow do you feel about tequila?âÂ
You make a noise of disgust and shake your head. âAs long as I donât have to drink it.âÂ
âYouâre just paying, sweetheart.â Morganâs eyes dart to Hotch, and he nods as he grins. âOne for me and our fearless leader.âÂ
Hotch shakes his head. âSomeone has to get us back to the hotel.âÂ
âThatâs what cabs are for!â Prentiss exclaims. âDonât be such a stick in the mud, Hotchner. You deserve to let a little loose.âÂ
âIt takes most people an hour to process a drink,â Reid contributes, âso youâll be fine before we leave if you want to drive.âÂ
âCome on, Hotch,â you say, and you nudge his shoulder. âYou might as wellâIâm paying.âÂ
â...Fine,â he says, and the whole team cheers. Even Reid smiles.Â
âYâknow, you can smile tonight, Hotch,â you say with one of your own before you down the rest of your drink and stand up.
And one actually tugs at his lips. It feels a lot hotter in this bar with your eyes sparkling and you beaming right at him, and he fights the need to shed his jacket. Your grin somehow grows.Â
âThatâs what I came out to see,â you remark as you pick your wallet back up from the table. âI expect another when I get back, Hotch. Thereâs a lot to celebrate tonight.âÂ
Yeah, he thinks as he watches you go. There just might be.Â
#me ignoring all my wips for a hot man?? it's more likely than you think#also ive listened to too sweet on repeat for like 3 hours i dont want to take my whiskey neat anymore#aaron hotchner x reader#hotch x reader#criminal minds x reader#aaron hotchner x y/n#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner imagine#sadie writes
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housewardens + Jamil and Floyd with a reader that plays volleyball please
I think of reader as yuu, but it's not needed to be specified, and NRC doesn't really have volleyball as one of the sports that I know of. so whether it's not a thing in their world or just not at their school, I think it'd be cool to see how the characters react to the reader playing during gym, free time, or for some outside of school club or whatever. it'd be amazing if reader could be a libero, because that's my position, but it doesn't have to be specified
but like, js imagine reader is yuu and so they taught one of the students how to play bc it's not at NRC amd now they play literally whenever they can
I don't know anything about volleyball but I tried đ«Ąđ«Ą
*à©â©â§âË volleyball player reader
type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, floyd, jamil, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
am I crazy to think that Riddle would be into it? seeing as he's somewhat of an athlete himself (equestrian club), he knows the sort of discipline and dedication it takes to truly master a sport
he'll offer to help you organize an ~official~ club, but you don't seem too bothered about it. he finds it endearing that you can wake up in an entirely different world, almost die every other month, and still have the motivation to pursue what you love, anyway
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you'd better be careful around Leona, or you'll end up at morning Spelldrive practice in his place (hehe)
so, you don't have any magic. and? you know how to throw and catch, and that's good enough for him. hell, you're better than most of the magical first years. plus, you're motivated, you're responsible, and Leona Savanaclaw could use someone like you around
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when Azul sent the tweels to dig up some dirt on you, he wasn't expecting this. like, okay, he underestimated you. he was hoping for something more... exploitable. if only he had a use for volleyball...
oh, well. you're still worth watching, currently useful or not. athletic skill is nothing to sneeze at, especially from a native land-dweller. he might need those legs of yours someday, you know
...wait, that came out wrong
*à©â©â§âË
no one really bothers looking for Floyd when he doesn't show up to basketball club. not because they don't care, but because it's not worth the time. if he really doesn't want to be found, you just won't find him
of course, the one day Jamil has to leave club early, he walks in on the two of you in the courtyard, playing volleyball
all this time, Floyd had been skipping club to watch you play another ball game just a few minutes away. he's absolutely captivated, too. like a cat with a laser pointer
as unamused as he is, Jamil knows it's absolutely useless to lecture him, so he just... sits and watches you play, too
and, well... he gets it. you're an interesting person, you know?
after that, he figures you may as well join the basketball club
...if only to give you a better place to practice, and to keep Floyd indoors
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bro if you asked, Kalim would have an entire court built for you. actually, you wouldn't even have to ask. just one mention about how NRC has no volleyball club, and he'd have a team just for you by noon
if you refuse, he's still supportive. and really, really fascinated. he's not as much of an athlete as you or Jamil, which just makes it all the more impressive to him. he'll ask you to explain the game and your position over and over again, even while watching you play
he also just likes hearing your voice, so :)
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if there's anything Vil can admire, it's dedication. another thing? passion. being an athlete, or, really, having any serious hobby, demands both of those things
here's the thing; he could already tell. he didn't have to stumble across you during practice (as if he would stumble at all smh). your form, the way you carry yourself, even parts of your personality were context enough
and while he may not say it, he holds a high opinion of you. you can legit get out of VDC training by just saying you're going to practice
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you may think that Idia isn't going to go for the jock type, but, actually, one of his favorite animes is about volleyball and-
yeah, yeah. you get it. he's smitten
if he ever gets over his crushing fear of talking to you, you'll never get him to shut up. seriously. he already knows everything there is to know about the game, but that doesn't mean he's not going to ask you to explain everything all over again (he's totally fangirling over this). and sevens forbid you give him a demonstration...
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there's probably not volleyball in Briar Valley. right. I just can't picture that. so the first time Malleus observes you in practice, he's amazed, fascinated even. and he has a lot of questions. good ones!
you could probably convince him to play with you, which would be, uh. interesting? actually he's weirdly an amazing player
you could get all of Diasomnia to form a team, somehow. like I know they'd be abnormally good at it
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#queued#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#floyd leech x reader#jamil viper x reader#kalim al asim x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader
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I just read your Lucifer ABC's and the idea of him knowing everything about reader, but also needing words of afirmation just gave me an idea. Just imagine Lucifer truly asking to be tested about how much he knows reader, and they just start asking "Who is the person that i love most?" "Who makes my heart flutter and beat so loud even heaven could hear it?" "Who lives in my head rent free that even while dreaming he's there making everything brighter?". Lucifer would crumble.
I cant take this image from mi mind, please honey, show me the sweet baby crumble.
The Answer
Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
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âCâmon!â
Luciferâs smile threatens to crack his face in half.
Heâs been begging you to quiz him on your knowledge of him even though you assured him, you believe he knows everything about you. A part of you knows this isnât for you; itâs for him. Lucifer wants to prove heâs a worthy mate by sharing the information heâs collected about you. His crimson eyes are big and beautiful and straight up impossible to deny. With a smile of your own, you sigh and drop your phone. Turning to give him your full attention, you rest your head in your hands.
âAlright. Whatâs⊠my favorite color?â
Suddenly his smile drops, eyes rolling dramatically to the left.
âPfft! Thatâs way too easy. You need to give me a harder one than that, darling!â
Pursing your lips to the side for only a moment, you donât need to wrack your brain very hard for a question that would stun Lucifer. A smirk tugs across your face. Itâs returned tenfold. Heâs vibrating with excitement when he sees youâve conjured something, something he thinks he can answer. That only makes you more ready to win the battle heâs started.
âWhoâs the first person Iâd tell a secret to?â
Lucifer inhales like heâs been holding his breathe the whole time.
âThatâsâ!â He chokes, pupils shrinking to slits, âThatâs, uhâŠâ
You make sure to give him a few seconds before dropping the next question.
âWhoâs the person I want to see every morning, noon and night of every day?â
âI-I know this one!â Lucifer assures but deflates, shoulders slumping with the amount of uncertainty weighing him down.
âWho am I thinking about every waking moment because theyâre my favorite person in the universe?â
Lucifer looks like he wants to say the answer, but heâs afraid itâs wrong. His mouth opens and shuts unsure of itself. His eyes scan your face for any warning signs and although he finds none, itâs as if he canât trust any of his senses.
Who makes me smile and laugh more than anyone?
Whoâs so creative they always have me in awe?
Who can make my day brighter just by being themself?
Question after question, you tug him closer by his hips until heâs flush against you. You will your hands to deliver to reassurance your words cannot. Fingers glide up his neck and comb through his blonde locks, every stroke an apology for dragging the game on.
âWho do I love the very most and thank Heaven every night for sending him to me?â
Your hands steal the apples of his cheeks and tilt his head up. Your eyes grip his in a staring competition fueled by adoration. The games over and forgotten but it has a clear winner. Luciferâs a blushing disaster, his voice failing him and melting to a whine. He swallows hard on nothing, eyebrows pinching together making his expression appear dangerously hopeful.
Your voice drops to an agonizingly soft whisper. Syrupy sweet yet serious.
âIâll give you a hint. Heâs my angel⊠His name starts with an L⊠Heâs looking at me like he wants a kissâŠ?â
âIâIs⊠Is it.. Me?â
âYes, Luci. The answer is you.â
Closing the small gap between you both, you finally give him a reward for answering the question correctly.
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin hotel headcanon#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer morningstar headcanon#lucifer morningstar imagine#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader
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I know you haven't been feeling well for a while and it's worrying (not in a bothering way so dw, keep us updating and don't hesitate to vent about it <3 ) so please take care of yourself, have self care days when you only do things you like and eat your comfort meals. Stay hydrated and I hope you have wonderful days/noons/nights
Is it okay if I ask for a Scara x reader fic where reader teased him a lot the previous night by edging him, taunting him etc so now he's planing to get revenge on her by overstimulating her-
You can write it in any way you want and use any kinks you'd like, I don't mind as long as it's this context and you enjoy writing it <3
So yeah you can ignore this if you'd like I won't mind at all
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toys. Daddy kink. Bondage. Degradation. Overstimulation. Orgasm denial.
Omg thank you so much for your sweet words. They are so sweet. I'll try and take care of myself đ„șâ€ïž I wish the same things for you.
Scaramouche couldn't keep the shit eating smirk off of his face, his cock straining and hard as he watched you fall apart. You'd been so cruel to him last night (in his incredibly humble opinion), laying with your head in his lap, and looking up at him with the sweetest, most worshipping expression. While you proceeded to edge him.
Your fingers stroking and gliding on his cock, massaging and rubbing your thumb over the head. Your teasing pace never flattered, alternating between stroking and jacking him off, sometimes taking the head into your to suck on. Moans had spilled out of him, his legs shaking as he rutted into your hand and mouth.
But you never let him get anything past the tip inside your mouth, giggling when he threw his head back, swallowing soft whimpers behind curses as his cock pulsed. You'd playfully batted his hand away when he tried to push your mouth down onto his cock. "Aww, what's wrong, Scara? You can't handle stimulation? You can dish it out, but you sure can't take it," You taunted.
It was infuriating how he seemed to get harder from your taunt. And to top it all off, you didn't let him cum.
For that, you were going to be put in your place.
"Now look you," Scaramouche taunted, wagging the vibrating wand turned on the lowest setting on your clit. His teasing pace was almost maddening, the subtle vibrations slowly stimulating your swollen clit. You whined, straining at the ribbons tying your wrists together and to the headboard of his bed as you grinded against the wand. "The shoe is the on the other foot, slut. It looks like you are the one who can't take it now," The desperation welling in your eyes as you squirmed, rubbing your pussy needily on the toy was so satisfying to him.
"Please, turn up the setting," You whimpered, your walls starting to clench sensitive around nothing, "I'll be a good girl, I promise," You pleaded, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands.
Your pleading sounded way too sweet for him not to give you want you wanted. A loud moan tore from your throat as he turned the setting up. Pleasure jolted through your body, happy to grind more firmly on the toy.
Don't think Scaramouche was giving you what you wanted because he felt merciful. Oh no. He watched for the signs that you were going to cum, your moans rising higher in pitch with every grind on the wand as you chased your high now that vibrations were more consistent on your clit.
He'd been building up oh so carefully for this exact moment. "You want to cum for Daddy, don't you?" He purred condescendingly, reaching down to palm his cock as he wanted you writhe.
"Mhm," You moaned, your hips bucking into the toy, "I really, really want to for you, Daddy," Your release was right there, finally. You knew all it would take was few more grinds.
Scaramouche mocked your moans, leaning down to put his over next to your ear. "Is that so?" Your eyes, which has rolled closed as he wagged the wand faster on your clit, snapped open when you heard his tone. "Well that's too bad."
He immediately shut the wand off, and took it off your clit. Your cry of aroused despair, trying to grind against nothing nearly made him cum. He licked the shell of your ear, sending shivers up your spine. "Let that serve as a reminder of your place," His words made your clit throb harder.
Moving down your body, Scaramouche circled the tip of his tongue around your sensitive nipple. He was mimicking his pace of the wand with his tongue, swirling and teasing the tip around it until it hardened.
Tied up you were helpless and his mercy. His mouth agonizingly worked over your nipple, groaning into your breast as he scooped your nipple into his mouth to suck on. You moved your chest up into his mouth, bliss making you melt as he skillfully built your orgasm up again little by little.
Scaramouche chuckled darkly as you tried to close your legs, needily squeezing and rubbing your thighs together for friction on now neglected clit. Reaching down, he batted your legs apart, giving your clit a light smack that made you see stars.
You cried out, your walls clutching around nothing. He pressed his thumb in circles on your clit. He swirled his tongue around your nipple. He had to hold back a laugh hearing you babble out pathetic thank yous to him for suddenly being merciful as you grinded against his thumb.
You let down your defenses now thinking he was finally going to let you cum. How wrong you were.
You whined as Scaramouche took his thumb off your clit, replacing it with the wand turned up another setting. That made your body twitch more, the sudden stronger stimulation sending you reeling, only making your orgasm curl tighter. The closer you got, the more the arousing pain of overstimulation was setting in.
"Please, can I cum now, Daddy?" The question spilled shamelessly from your mouth. Your climax was closing in so fast that you didn't know if you could control it. It was agonizing when he ignored you, completely absorbed in playing with you.
He teased his fingers at the entrance of your drooling hole, only pumping them inside. Your mind nearly shattered when he denied you again. "W-Why?!" You stumbled over your words, tears welling in your eyes.
"Relax, whore," He cooed, his hand groping around for a vibrator while he drank in the sight of your puffy, messy, and overstimulated pussy. "There are so many more ways I can deny you," He turned the vibrator on the lowest setting, slowly inserting it inside of you, suddenly turning the setting up when it was half way inside of you. "We are going to be here awhile. Think about this next time you try and deny me, understood?"
Scaramouche knew you would tell him when you were about to cum like the good girl are for him. He would relentlessly feed off of that loyalty to him. He left the vibrator inside of you and moved up to your head. "Suck my cock properly while you learn this lesson," He growled, pointing to his mouth before pushing his cock against your lips.
#genshin impact#genshin smut#fem!reader#genshin imagines#scaramouche#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x you
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Snap out of it
dom!joel x sub!reader
summary: You weren't in the best mood and you give Joel a little attitude, he doesn't like it when you're being a brat, so he teaches you some manners.
warnings: slight choking, man handling, rope involvement, degradation, tied sex,piv(wrap it up), oral f!receiving, edging, aftercare, slight m!masturbation, some nipple sucking
You've been dramatic all day. Waking up with a stitch in your neck since you had rough night with Joel, burning your hand whilst making your morning coffee, your car not starting and almost causing you to be late for work. It was going to be a shit day and you knew it.
Joel knew too. You'd yelled at him earlier for not making breakfast at the right time. He told you he was sorry but you simply just left and didn't say a word after. Not a call, not a text. Nothing.
He hoped your attitude would get better through out the day but it seems as though it had only gotten worse.
You were sat at your office when you phone dinged. You picked it up and saw that it was Joel. You opened the message and instantly replied.
Hey baby, want something for dinner tonight?
No, thanks. I'll just have something quick at the office.
Ya sure? You don't want me to make some of my homemade pasta? I know ya love it.
No Joel. Let me work.
You slammed your phone down on your desk and went back to typing on your laptop. You sipped from your 'too cold' coffee mug and grimaced at the taste.
Noon. Only five more hours till you got home and had to deal with your Joel. It's not that you wanted to hurt him in any way, just he was on your nerves and didn't want to be disturbed any more than you already were.
"Hey! How are you holding up?" Margaret. The office gossip. She was very snoopy about you and Joel and she would always ask how things are. "Hi Marge, i'm okay, how are you?" You didn't look up from your screen as you talked with her, she wasn't worth your time. "Oh, you know, same old same old." You look up at her and give a faint smile.
"Everything alright with Joel?" Your smile instantly fades as you look down at your computer. You give her a quick nod as you begin typing once more. "Yes, everything is fine with Joel Margaret."
She makes a low whistling noise as she walks away.
A couple hours pass when you get another text from Joel.
Hey sugar, how's work?
Fine.
You don't seem alright, what's wrong honey?
Nothing Joel, I said I was fine.
Ya sure?
I said I was fucking fine Joel, go back to work.
Joel was fuming. First the yelling, then the attitude, now this? Oh he was going to put you in your place as soon as you opened that front door. He packed up his things and darted straight for home.
Finally, your work day has ended and you can go home and relax. You put your laptop in your bag and pull it over your shoulder. You've been in this damn office for far too long and you just wanted to get home as fast as you could.
You go to your car and start the engine. Backing out of the parking lot you take a deep breath and head for home. When you arrive, you park your car next to Joel's truck.
When you open the door your body is instantly hit with the wall. A giant hand on your neck grips tighter as It pushes you further up the wall. "J-Joel?" You choke out as your bag drops onto the floor and your hands try to pry his arm off of you.
"So ya wanna be like that now sugar? All confused huh." He pushes your cheeks together with his other hand while you whine and begin to kick your legs as to try and hit him in the crotch. "What happened to that little attitude of yours missy?" You grab onto his arm and successfully kick him in the dick.
He stops moving and looks down at where your leg meets his crotch. When he looks back up at you, his eyes are black. He lets go of your neck and you reach down to take a breath.
He forcefully grabs onto your arm and yanks you from the wall. "If that's how ya wanna be then so be it." He drags you upstairs as you try and pry his hand off your arm. "Joel let me go!" You scream as he throws you onto the bed. He silently begins to remove his shirt as he walks over to the night stand and throws his top onto the ground.
He looks over at you and grits his teeth. "Take that damn shirt off right now." He points his finger in your direction and you instantly remove it as well as your bra.
He unbuttons the top of his jeans as he pulls an object from the drawer. Your heart instantly drops when you see what he's holding. "Joel please, I'm sorry okay? I've just had a shit day, there's no need for this Joel please." He looks over at you and looks down at the thing in his hand. He shakes his head as he walks over to where your sat in he middle of the bed.
He sits down next to you and pats your leg. "Well sugar, your pleadin and beggin won't do you any good, too late for all that." He begins to pull the bottom of your pant leg up and grabs the top of your sock and slowly removes it.
He beckons for your hands and you pull back and curl into a ball. "Now darlin, don't be like that, if you would've told me what was wrong then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation now would we?" You slowly nod your head as you hand him your wrists.
He smiles at you as he picks up the object. You grimace at seeing the rough rope as it begins to touch your skin. He ties it around your wrists and tightens it when he's done. He slowly runs his hand along his work and tries to soothe the sore skin. "Good girl."
"Lie back f'me." You gently lay down and look up at the ceiling. You hear the bed creaking as he slowly crawls on top of you. He comes up to your face and gives you a subtle kiss on your nose. He moves down to your neck then your stomach.
You close your eyes as you feel his finger tips lightly graze the inside of your thigh. You moan aloud when you feel his hot breath directly on your covered pussy. He pushes his nose against the fabric and breaths in. He groans at your scent and pulls the fabric of your panties up. The pressure on your clit makes you arch your back and open your mouth.
He removes your underwear and licks a stripe up your pussy. He swipes his tongue softly along your folds as you try and reach for his hair. "Joel." You whine when he begins to circle his finger along your hole.
He brings his mouth back down and begins to lap at your cunt. He shakes his head side to side while pushing his tongue through your weeping hole. You look down at him and see that he's watching every reaction he makes of you. He closes his eyes as he begins to grind his cock along the mattress.
You moan aloud when you feel your orgasm coming on quickly. You writhe as he moves his tongue faster and you groan when he prods his finger along your nub. You feel the tingly feeling at the pit of your stomach. You arch your back as your about to come but, he stops.
You cry out as you try to reach for that electric feeling but it's gone. You hear a soft chuckle coming from the man before you as he licks his lips. "Good girls don't get to come remember?" You dare look him in the eyes. You whine and try to kick him off of you.
He crawls on top once more and grabs your face. "Do that one more time and you won't ever feel that sensation again." He looks you dead in the eyes. You can smell yourself from his lips as your eyes widen. "That's what I fucking thought you whore." He lets go of your face as he removes his pants and boxers.
You can see his cock, it's right there. You just wish you could reach out and grab onto it. It's leaking precum and just begging to be touched.
You whine as he begins to jack himself off. He tugs at his cock forcefully as he makes eye contact with you. He groans when you try to reach for him. He softly laughs and lets go of his rock hard dick.
"No honey, none for you." He crawls over you once more and lines his tip with your entrance. "You're gonna take what I give you okay? If I hear any of your whinin i'm pullin right out." You nod your head frankly as you can't wait any longer without him inside you.
He slowly inserts his tip and you moan at the sensation. You think he's gonna move but he just stays still. "Joel move." You beg as you try and untie the rope. He shakes his head and grits his teeth.
He finally inserts his whole cock and you whine at the feeling. He begins to thrust his hips at a painstakingly slow pace. "Joel please, i-i can't." When he hears your little voice, he gives in straight away. He hates seeing you like this but it needs to be done.
He begins to roughly impale you with his cock. You arch your back as he hits almost every spot inside of you. He brings his hand to your tied hands and pulls them over your head. He latches his mouth onto your nipple and you moan at the feeling. "Oh God Joel."
Your eyes roll back as he hits the tip of your cervix. He groans as you squeeze him and shuts his eyes. The bed creaks as he moves his hips faster. You can feel your orgasm as he begins to rub your clit. You arch your back further as you grind on his hand. You squeeze harshly around him as he whimpers at the feeling. "I hear ya baby cmon, your so close." His praise sends you over the edge.
You cry out as white fills your vision and your back is fully off of the bed. His thrusts speed up as he tries to meet you. When you come back to reality, you look into his eyes and bring your tied hands to his face. You gentle stroke his cheek as he thrusts faster. "Come for me daddy."
He comes instantly. His warm, hot, seed spurts inside your cunt. Filling you to the brim as it slowly pours out of you. He collapses and groans when he pulls out. He pushes his fingers back into your pussy as to keep his come inside.
He grabs your hands and unties them. He throws the rope to the ground and climbs back up to you. He lies with his head on your stomach as you cover both of you in the blanket. You gently stroke his hair with your nails and he groans at the feeling.
"Ya okay?" You hear him mumble from where he's laying. You smile gently and nod. "Yes Joel, and i'm sorry for today." He looks up at you and rests his chin on your belly. 'That's alright darlin, kinda liked it, means I get to do this more often." He smirks as you burst out laughing.
"You wish Miller."
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1 | The Fangs Between Us
summary. âI would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.â
Intimacy is not something you like to indulge in after your last lover nearly strangled you to death. Sometimes, you wonder if letting him ascend would mean he would still be here, by your side, rather than lurking the shadows of Baldur's Gate.
warnings. angst, comfort, slow burn, reader is a bard
pairing. Astarion x GN!Reader
parts. TFBU masterlist
a/n. very excited about this!!!! I have a lot of ideas on what to do w this plot!!! ALSO there is some material (pressuring??) in this specific chapter that may be a bit uncomfortable for some readers it's very brief, but it is there so please take care of yourself!
As dark spots blur your vision, you realize you can no longer breathe.
His handsâthe slender pale fingers youâve grown to love more than your ownâwrap desperately around your throat, digging crescent-shaped indents into your skin. Youâd always thought that if he were ever to realize you werenât as precious to him as he believed you to be, your neck would be the one part of yourself heâd continued to cherish. The softness in which he brushed his fangs against the most vulnerable areas of your throat had led you to believe so.
But as you stare up at him with wide eyes meeting a murderous glare, you understand that you are wrong.
His crimson eyes gleam with an emotion youâve seen plenty on his pretty face, but never toward a friend. Never to you. Youâre going to die, you think. And it wouldnât have seemed so bad to die at his hands if it were not for the hatred reaching his eyes.
Youâre not sure whoâmaybe Karlach or Wyllâbut someone tears him away from you. Your chest dares to tighten from the loss of contact, yet you desperately grasp at the air, hands flying to the tender flesh of your neck while Shadowheart rushes to your side in an instant with her eyes narrowed dangerously at the very man whoâd made the dark blemishes.
Theyâre yelling. Everyone is. At you, out of panic, or at Astarion, youâre not sure, but you just stare at the vampire spawn whoâs now unwillingly locked into a life cast into the shadows of the city. He doesnât look at anyone else, either.
He says something and a few more muffled voices spit back before he throws the dagger youâd given him to the ground, turning to leave. Your hearing clears just in time to hear his parting words.
âI would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.â
A pair of hands shake you awake, and you quickly remember the poor consequences to your back of falling asleep on the empty, narrow street beside the Elfsong tavern. You look up wearily, eyes in a daze as Shadowheart sighs irritably, brows furrowed in a way that tells you to ready yourself for a scolding. âHonestly, at this point, Iâm just surprised you havenât gotten robbed during the night yet.â
You force yourself onto your feet, leaning against the walls as you rub at the crust forming under your eyes. âI have nothing of value anyway. Theyâre better off stealing from some other poor bard who actually bothers to write songs.â
She raises a brow at this, scanning over your appearance. âWhere is your lyre?â
âSold it,â you shrug, dusting off the muck garnered at the sides of your pants. âWasnât much use to me anymore. Better off adding to the funds to rebuild the city, donât you think?â
Shadowheart frowns, and it makes you look away shamefully. Thankfully, she quickly shakes her head and then paces past you. âSpeaking of which, are you in any condition to help today? Galeâs promptly exhausted trying to cast mage hand at least a dozen times yesterday to rebuild the Blushing Mermaid. That foolish wizard nearly passed out by noon.â
ââCourse,â you offer a pathetic smile. âWeâre nearly finished with the Baldurâs Mouth. Iâll catch up with you once I check on everyone there.â
âVery well,â she says. She purses her lips after a slight pause. âYou should stop falling asleep on the street. Especially since thereâs been quite a few murders recently around the city,â she checks to see if you havenât dazed off, âI expect you to come home tonightâWeâre making stew.â
âI will. Donât think my back can stand much more of this anyway.â
Her shoulders relax the slightest bit, and she finally manages to catch your darting eyes. âIs it the nightmares again? Theyâre getting worse, arenât they?â
Your throat goes dry, and you can feel your knees grasping at its remaining strength as you search your mind for a way to respond. Youâre tempted to lie through your gritted teeth, knowing sheâs fully aware regardless of what pathetic answer you offer her, but you opt to seal your mouth shut, shrugging.
The flash of disappointment in her eyes is enough to make you feel the knots tighten in your stomach. With a curt note, she turns to walk away, glancing back for one last time. âDonât give him the privilege of occupying a part of your mind for so long. He doesnât deserve even the dirty filth you have all over yourself.â
For the first time after he nearly killed you and you defeated the Elder Brain four months ago, you think she might be right about him.
Intimacy is not something you like to indulge in after your last lover nearly strangled you to death. Though after the pitiful look your companions gave you when you arrived back at camp and the aching truth in Shadowheartâs words, you find yourself feeling bolder than the last time you dared to call Laeâzelâs cooking inedible (which it was, quite frankly).Â
Heâs handsome. A reasonably tall elf with pale blue eyes glinting with attraction as he stares at you across the tavern. Sharp jawline, long eyelashes, and long hair brushed back and away from his face. You only notice everything else after the silvery shade of his hairânot entirely white, but fairly close, or as close as you could get to it while still being blond. You were sure he was approaching you for your titleâthe famed hero of Baldurâs Gateârather than for pure physical attraction, but you werenât in any position to nitpick at the moment.
You just wanted to feel skin other than the unsettling feeling of your own.
âSeems to have taken a liking to you,â Shadowheart sips at her drink.
Laeâzel glances at you. âHeâs tolerable to the eye. Not quite attractive by githyanki standards, but tolerable.â
You stifle a smile at their attempts to urge you forward and put down your drink. âYou sure you two wonât be lonely without me?...Or kill each other.â
âYou can leave them to me,â Gale smiles, pacing toward your table with his drink. âIâm sure a Hold cast or two would settle them down.â
Laeâzel snatches the cup from his hand. âYou act as if you arenât fresh out of cast slots, wizard.â
Shadowheart shakes her head, nudging you forward. âGo. Weâll be fine.â
âI wonât be long. Certainly wonât be overnight,â you assure her. âI canât miss the stew, anyway.â
She smiles, and Laeâzel scoffs in the other direction. âHurry, he looks almost demented waiting for your graces.â
You snort and offer a clumsy glance to the elf across the tavern before striding out the door.Â
Behind the tavern, heâs quick to press a desperate kiss to your lips, lacking the usual tenderness you experienced with Astarion. Or had it been tender at all? Even now, youâre unsure what parts of him had been to manipulate you and what parts of him had been his raw feelings. At the time, youâd embraced either with open armsâyouâd embraced him.Â
The elf bites at your lip, which snaps you back into the waking world. And while you curse yourself for comparing the moment to him, you find that itâs impossible as you observe that this elf is slightly shorter than heâd been. And instead of his hands wandering to your hip or waist, they graze your behind, pushing you into him in a way that feels nearly suffocating.Â
And most glaringly, his lips are warm. Not the cold, yet soft lips of an undead being.
Youâre grateful that he keeps his eyes closed because you can simply stare at his pale hair, longing for something you vowed to forget.
It doesnât feel right. Not at all, and you hate yourself for it.
You shove him away, face falling as you realize you want to wipe his touch away from your mouth like itâs filth, and you do. Understandably, he appears puzzled, brows furrowing as you push yourself away from the wall, shaking your head. âSorry, I donât think I can do this.â
But as you try to walk away, his fingers close around your wrist like a death grip, sending shivers up your spine as you find that you hate the feeling of his skin. You hate the feel of your own skin, too. Why, youâre not sure, but he leans close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks and yank you out of your daze. âWhatâs gotten into you? I didnât do jack shit.â
âI just canât do this,â you hiss, tugging at your hand. You could just knock him out, but the hero of Baldurâs Gate punching people as they pleased wouldnât look too good on your end. âLet go.â
âWell, you have to give me at least an explanation,â he snaps, grip tightening. It hurts. âDonât pretend you havenât been sending me looks all night.â
His words seem to snap the remaining patience inside you because you elbow his stomach, shoving him backward onto his ass before pressing your dagger that seemed to appear from thin air into his neck. You havenât had to use the knife in a while, considering how your biggest recent foe was the stinginess of patrons when it came time to pay their tabs at the tavern. Though it belongs to you, it feels foreign in your hands because, for a time, it had a different owner.
One who used this very blade against you. The same one who taught you how to elbow someone hard enough to make them reel.
âP-Please, Iâm sorry; I didnât mean to hurt you.â Youâd forgotten he was there. âJust let me go, please; I wonât bother you again.â
You drop your head, sighing loudly as you sheathe your dagger once more. You think you must really be losing your mindâthreatening to slice open a civilianâs throat despite the significant power imbalance between the two of you. Youâre sure the greatest threat heâs faced in his life is from petty theft or something along those lines while youâwell, youâre you. Itâd be equivalent to a full grown owlbear attacking a goblin with a half broken club.
So, as much as you want to make him bleed just a bit, you opt to step away. âDo that again to anyoneânot just me, and I wonât be so forgiving next time. Understand?â
The tremble in his irises tells you enough. You sigh again, turning to leave.
You curse your luck. Of course you would have to attract the foulest person in the tavern on a night where nothing seemed to be going correctly. Or rather, the past four months that havenât been going as you anticipated.
Getting rid of the tadpole meant you shouldâve been free from the chains of someone elseâand it had, but at the cost of losing something else. And that âsomething elseâ was one you werenât sure you were ever ready to sacrifice. It should have made you happy to see the Elder Brain fall, and to rid of the squirming feeling in your skull, but all you could remember was the churning in your stomach as you realized the last string tying you to him had been snapped.
Youâd gone to every tavern, every bar, playing a tune at each one until the skin at your fingers split open, because he knew youâd be there. Heâd known what your lyre meant to you. Yet among the sea of faces, not once had you seen the one you wanted.
As you walk around the corner, you wrap your arms around yourself. Though Summerâs quickly approaching, thereâs still a chill in the air this late at night. You pull out your dagger once more, lifting it to the sky to examine its hilt against the moonlight, which glistens with what was once your pride and love. Now, it just looks dull, and faint.
You back feels too light, now lacking the lyre. You suppose youâll have less of a hassle moving around now, since you donât have to worry about the strings snapping, but it doesnât soothe you. Still, youâd sold it for good reason.
An instrument is nothing without a player who can use it, after all.
So you turn your attention back to your dagger, the last crumb heâs left for you to hold dearly to your heart, and then to the trash can perched beside a nearby wall.
Youâve tried a million times before, and youâre not sure what makes you think youâll be successive this time, but you swallow hard in determination to rid of the thing entirely. But just as youâre about to take your first step toward it, you hear a loud, halting screech muffled instantly.
Itâs from the direction you came from.
Youâre breaking into a silent sprint, the weapon in your hand ready to be used. You stop before you turn the corner, readying yourself for the worst. A murder? Thereâve been more than a few occurring around the city, but youâd thought the Flaming Fist were investigating that alreadyâŠYou can hear your blood rushing in your head, but a crunch of bone and the silence that follows afterward is all you can focus on as your grip on the hilt tightens desperately.Â
Cautiously, you peer at the moonlit alleyway, poised to attack.
You nearly drop the blade.
Draped in the moonlight with his face hidden by a hood, he nearly glows, though youâre not sure if itâs just your mind playing tricks on you. His fangs are buried viciously into the manâs neck, whose legs and arms lie limply at his side while the life in his eyes slips away as if it were never there. And while you donât dare to breathe, you stare with wide eyes, drinking in his appearance as if it would be the last. A part of you thinks it may be.
But as quickly as your heart begins to race, it calms. A drop of your stomach tells you itâs not him. Youâre not sure if youâre relieved or how you know, but you can just tell.
The man finally drops the now lifeless body onto the ground with a thud, wiping at his mouth with the back of his dark sleeve. He turns, and you finally see one of Astarionâs brothersâthe one whoâd been at the flophouse, confirming your suspicions. Regardless, your guard stays up. âI thought you guys left for the Underdark.â
He snaps his head toward your voice, eyes wide. He looks a lot better than youâd last truly seen his face after Astarion nearly burned him against the sunlight in the flophouse. What had been his name, you try to recall? Pallet? Peter? It doesnât matter, much. âYou were at the flophouse.â
He cringes at the memory but nods. âPetras. Youâre the one who stopped Astarion from killing us all, arenât you?â
Your throat goes dry at that. Youâd never thought about it in such aâvulgar way, and it makes your stomach churn, but he doesnât give you time to respond.Â
âDalyria, Leon, and I have decided to stay for the sake of the spawn hiding in the city sewers,â he explains curtly. âMy other siblings are in the Underdark with most of the spawn, as you expect them to be.â
You stare at the corpse on the ground, expression twitching as you meet his eyes. âWhyâd you kill him?â
He licks his lips, stained with the manâs blood. âI didnât. Someone did the work for me. I just didnât let his precious blood go to waste.â He pauses. âIâd put a few rats on betting that itâs Astarion.â
Your eyes go wide, your armed hands dropping to your side. âAstarion? He was here?â
Youâd been here mere moments ago. Had he seen you? Was he watching you?
âMaybe. Judging from how quickly he ran away from the scene when he saw me, I wouldnât be surprised.â
Shoving your dagger into its rightful place on your back, you immediately turn to search for your former companion. He couldnât have gone far. Youâd been talking to the dead man mere minutes ago, and if the death occurred between now and then, he couldnât have possibly gone more than a few buildings awayâ
âI never got to thank you.â
Petras looks at you anxiously, and as much as youâd like to cut the conversation short, the way he shifts nervously canât help but keep you in place.
âThereâs no need,â you reply, stopping to shake your head. You hadnât done it for him or any of his siblings, for that matter, anyway. Not even for Astarion. Your choice to stop had been for yourself, to keep him by your side. Your brows furrow at the selfishness draping your thoughtsâthat you were willing to sacrifice 7000 innocent souls for the sake of protecting the one you loved. It was a lapse of judgement. Naivety. âItâs just how things turned out.â
He tilts his head but doesnât push it any further. âHave you seen him recently? Astarion?â
â...No. He left after weâI killed Cazador.â
His eyes flicker with disappointment, and you wonder if heâs forgiven Astarion for what he tried to do in Cazadorâs dungeon. âHeâs always been good at hiding. Seems some things never change.â
You nod numbly. âIâll let you know if I do see him.â
Though you doubt you ever will. Not after how things ended. But if thereâs a slight chance, even the smallest of hopes, that you can bring closure to the sleepless nights you spend on the streets, staring up at a sky that no longer brightens the way it used to, youâre willing to wait until youâre shriveled up and old, while he remains beautiful.
âI donât think he wants to see you right now.â
The painful clench in your heart doesnât go ignored. âHave you spoken with him?â
âOnce,â he says. âBut it seems he doesnât want to speak with us anymore either. You see, our conversation didnât quite end in a happy family reunion. We did manage to ask him a few thingsâlike asking if he was to be staying with you.â
âAnd?â Youâre afraid to hear the answer, but your voice is far too hopeful.
Petras gives you a look of pity, and you understand.
You understand that no matter how long you wait or how long you search for him, Astarion will not be seen when he does not want to be.
âI donât think he wants to see you right now.â
For the rest of the night, you weep. You weep in the comforts of nobody but your own arms and nobody to hear you but the moon above.
Baldurâs Gate is by no means a city that sleeps. The past four months have been a restless cycle of rebuilding the city, and while youâve done your part, no matter how much you do, it never seems enough.
âOh, welcome, dear. Your friends have been a wonderful help for my house as of late,â the lady of the Highberryâs Home, Cora Highberry, ushers you into her house, still missing a roof and half the windows but appearing in better shape than most other structures in the city. She offers you a wine glass. âDo you have a preference?â
âAnythingâs fine,â you smile, but just as you reach for the glass, itâs snatched away by a familiar wizardâs hand.
Gale extends Cora a gentle nod and that charming grin of his as he hands her back the wine. âWhile we greatly appreciate your hospitality, Iâm afraid my friend here is in no condition to drink as of now.â
The playful roll of your eyes makes Cora laugh. âAh, of course. But do know Iâm so grateful for all your help. I didnât imagine we would be building the home back for the orphans so quickly!â
âItâs the least we could do,â Gale beams. âNow then, my dear friend and I will continue working on the second floor, so just give us a holler if you need us.â
He whisks you away toward the stairs before you can wave goodbye to the woman. While youâd expect him to initiate conversation, he doesnât say anything until you arrive upstairs, where youâre mostly alone beside the few other volunteers in the other room. You tilt your head when he finally paces past you toward one of the broken windows. âGale Dekarios keeping his mouth shut for more than a few moments? The city truly must be falling apart.â
He cracks a smile at this, dusting off a few glass shards from the windowsill. âIâm glad to see you still have your sense of charm.â
âWhen have I ever lacked my charm?â
He doesnât lift his head, pulling out his spellbook and flipping through a few pages while you survey the state of the room. âYou didnât return last night.â
You tense.
âIt would be wise to be grateful Karlachâs still in Avernus with Wyll, because Iâm certain she wouldâve given you quite the scolding for daring to miss my world-famous Wizardâs Stew,â he says lightly, his tone morphing into something more serious when he shifts his gaze in your direction. âWeâre worried about you, you know. Especially Shadowheart, even if that woman doesnât know what gentle means in every possible level of hell.â
Heâs silently asking you for an explanation, and your heart breaks at how gently he prods at your walls, giving you an opportunity to slip away again. But with how his eyes plead at you, you canât imagine that would be possible anyway. Slowly, you perch yourself on the windowsill, looking down at the bustling crowd working together to rebuild the Highberryâs porch. Theyâre laughingâsome face red with wine, while others scold them for it. You see a bard playing a tune you havenât heard before, but itâs effective in lifting the mood regardless, and you finally glance at Gale.
âI met one of Astarionâs brothers yesterday.â
His face is grim. âI didnât realize they were still in the city.â
âMe neither,â you sigh. âSome of them stayed. From what I could tell, they're mostly in the sewers, but theyâre definitely here.â
âDid he seemâŠhostile?â
âNo. He just asked me about Astarion.â You leave out the part about the dead body.
Galeâs brows furrow, but he doesnât say anything, only silently urging you to continue. And you do.
âHe doesnât want to see me. Not ever, I think.â
There it is. The same gaze everyone seems to give you lately: pity.
âIt doesnât matter anymore,â you hop off the windowsill, pacing across to the other side of the room. âIf he doesnât want to see me, I wonât. If he doesnât want to talk to me, I wonât. Iâm tired of waiting for him, Gale. Iâm tired of waiting for someone who wonât ever come.â
And despite the puffiness of your eyes last night, and despite the way your eyes gloss over even now, you offer him a crooked smile. âI want to focus on the city now, for better or worse.â
Gale appears the happiest heâs been since returning a few months ago with the news that Mystra has healed him of his orb. âYou thought well, dear friend. You should know how glad we are to have you back. We could certainly use more hands in the kitchen, as well, consideringâwell, you know how the rest of our companions are with cooking.â
Just as you open your mouth, thereâs an ear-shattering scream from downstairs. The two of you meet wide eyes briefly before hurrying downstairs.
Only a few feet from the patio of the Highberry home, thereâs a crowd gathering with hushed whispers and the weeping of a woman. And when you manage to push through the mountain of people, you finally see the corpse.
Cora Highberry sobs over what remains of her bloody husband, who, without a doubt, has the markings of two fangs punctured through his throat.
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your boyfriend is left confused when you refuse to let him kiss you
darwin nĂșñez x reader
A/N: based on this request! <3 hope this was close to your expectations, enjoy reading!
W/C: 1.530
"don't- don't you dare kiss me."
you mutter, holding your hand out in front of you in defense. leaning back as your boyfriend leans in to give you a sweet kiss.
he was confused when you initially didnât greet him at the front door when he arrived. Instead he found you lying down on the couch in the living room, awfully quiet with a pink blanket draped over your body.
he bee-lined to you after taking his coat and shoes off. the weather in england was as cold as ever, something your boyfriend slowly became used to after almost two years.
you watched him wash his hands in the kitchen sink. he had walked over to you when done, a frown forming on his face at your unusual appearance.
Though, the frown on your face and the way you refused to let him kiss you, made him think he had fucked up.
darwin freezes at the thought, mind racing as he thinks through anything he did or could've done wrong before he left home for training earlier that morning.
he'd given you a goodbye kiss, so it couldn't be that. he'd also done his chore of taking the trash out, and even continued texting you throughout the day, up until you stopped responding around noon.
he couldnât lie, he missed you from the moment he stepped out of your shared house, until the moment he arrived back home.
so, what could've been the reason he was denied the luxury of giving you a kiss?
you sit up from the couch, blanket falling off your upper body and onto your lap. youâre too focused on his facial expression to notice his hands inching closer to you.
"w- why not? I waited all day for you, amor.."
he asks, brows furrowing in question, an idea popping up in his head. a way to get you out of your petty mood.
"because-" you mumble, wanting to answer his question, but before you get to finish your sentence, a shriek leaves your lips.
feeling your boyfriend's freshly-washed, cold hands up your warm sweater, touching your bare skin. his hands on either side of your waist.
a soft chuckle leaves his lips, his eyes crinkling as he watches your reaction. your brows raising in surprise as you begin kicking away at him to push his cold hands off of your burning skin.
"Ă©sta bien-" (alright-) he begins giving into your protests, laughing at your facial expression.
though, he suddenly pauses for a moment. noticing how hot your skin feels against his palm. normally, your temperature would begin to feel regular by now.
your kicking and shoving stops as you watch him remove his hands from underneath your sweater. hands reaching for your forehead and neck instead. taking his time to feel your temperature, again.
"ÂżestĂĄs enferma, mami?" (are you sick, mami?)
he asks, continuing to feel for your temperature as you squirm underneath his cold hands.
"I wanted to tell you." you murmur, giving him a slight glare for cutting you off right when you were going to explain yourself.
"perdón, cariño.." (sorry, darling..)
he replies, his expression softening at your sudden, sickly face. he felt horrible about the fact that he didn't notice his love wasn't feeling well.
"don't come any closer.." you quickly say, leaning back with all the energy you have left in your body, covering your face with the blanket on your lap.
"¿qué estås haciendo?" (What are you doing?)
darwin asks confused, pulling the blanket off your head. you look up at him with a sheepish look, leaning back again.
"you'll get sick, baby. you just got better from injury and your team needs you." you explain, weary of the distance between you and him.
you feel him snake his hand to your sweaty nape, pulling you closer. his cold hands slowly started to feel more soothing against your burning skin, rather than shocking.
he sits down next to you, pulling you closer and making you lay your head down on his lap. moving quickly to place the blanket neatly over your body.
"no seas tonta. I would rather get sick with you, instead of you suffering alone..â (Don't be silly)
you sigh, really stubborn about not wanting him to get sick. you try to get up from your position, but to no avail. the stern look he's giving you, accompanied by the snug hold he has on you, makes it impossible for you to book it to your shared bedroom.
"don't move, cariño. do you need anything?"
he asks, voice laced with concern and love. his thumb rubbing against your cheek as he watches your face intently for any signs of discomfort.
you bite your lip in consideration. you were sick, and needed to eat something before you took your meds.
"food?" you mumble, looking up at him. admiring how good he looked, even in an angle like this one.
even though you weren't the best at cooking, darwin was a disaster at cooking. you both would usually manage to put a good meal together, but right now, no way is that possible. him being in the kitchen was probably a bigger danger to you than a fever.
"food? are you not in pain? donât you want any medicine?â he asks, cocking a brow.
"my body aches a little, along with my throat, but medicine comes after food, obviously.." you mumble, managing to give him a cheeky half-smile.
you hear a small chuckle leave his lips. he leans down, placing a tender kiss on your hairline.
"esperar.." (hold on)
he mumbles, pulling his phone from his pocket and scrolling through the 'soup' category on the food delivery app. his other hand continuing to stroke your cheek.
"how about some soup?"
"the one from last time? sure.."
you answer, feeling him glance down to look at your sudden shifting. youâre lying down on your side now, darwin's hand coming to rest on the small of your back. his finger still tapping on his phone, his cologne comforting to your senses.
"it will be here in 45-minutes. do you want to lay down in bed until then, amor?" he asks, turning his phone off after successfully ordering your food.
his hands start scratching your back, promoting a small sigh to leave your dry lips as you nod.
you sit up from his lap, stretching your arm out as you shiver. you feel your boyfriendâs arms snake around your back and thighs, lifting you up in a swift motion before you could protest. sneakily kissing the corner of your mouth when you're distracted as he carries you to bed.
"darwin, you're going to get sick!â
you exclaim, moving away when he moves the covers back and places you in your bed.
"no te preocupes- solo un beso.." (don't worry- just a kiss..)
you roll your eyes and recline back to your side of the bed. watching him place the blanket over you, gasping when he walks away and comes back with another thick blanket.
âno, thatâs too much!â you exclaim, already feeling like youâre freezing and boiling at the same time. your sweat-drenched sweater wasnât helping you either.
âItâs better. you have to sweat more, amor..â he says, practically suffocating you as you feel the thick fabric surround your body. you look up at him with a defeated look and try to hold back a tired yawn, eyes watering.
âÂżque? are you crying, mami?â he says, moving closer to you to cup your cheek, prompting you to look at him with half-closed eyes.
âno, Iâm just tired..â you mutter, leaning into his touch, cool hand soothing your hot skin.
âclose you eyes and take a nap. Iâll wake you up..â he says, planting two kisses on your temple before beginning to step away.
âwait, stay here..â you croak out, reaching for his hand again. wanting his presence next to you. especially when youâre feeling uneasy and in need of comfort.
he freezes in his steps, your soft, vulnerable tone pulling at his heartstrings and melting his thoughts into nothing. he turns you immediately, eyes wide in concern.
he gets in the bed next to you, realizing you wanted a cuddle, even though you were so adamant on not getting him sick. he places his hand on the double-stacked blankets, moving his hand up and down your covered stomach.
âwhy were you leaving?â you ask, eyes closed in exhaustion, voice cracking.
âI wanted to grab a wet washcloth for you..â
he explains, continuing to comfort you. his touch feels like melatonin, and you feel like youâre about to take the longest nap of your life.
you hum in reply, closing your eyes while clutching onto his hand, feeling cold shivers and sweat trickle down your spine. just wanting to feel better already.
âestĂĄ bien. sleep now, mi amor..â he whispers, trying to hold you as close as possible without making you feel like youâre suffocating.
your deep breaths turn shallow as your eyes flutter shut, knowing that when you wake up, youâll have a sweet, caring boyfriend and a warm bowl of savory soup awaiting you.
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DP x DC Writing Prompt #8
The day Bruce Wayne knocks on her apartment door Sam knows it's going to be a doozy.
"Mr. Wayne, I really do hope no one saw you," she says, ushering him in. "And for the record, a text ahead of time would be appreciated."
"I parked the car a few streets away," Bruce says, sticking a finger in his heel to peel his polished leather shoes off. Sam raises an eyebrow. "It's a sedan, not a Lamborghini."
"You own a sedan?"
"Taught Dick to drive in it...after he crashed the Lamborghini."
Sam snorts despite herself. The charm Bruce Wayne exhibits would usually rub her the wrong way, too reminiscent of wealthy men that feel comfortable placing a hand on the small of your back at a crowded gala, but Bruce is honest enough about his playacting that she has come to find its insincerity comforting. She's actually sought him out more than once, leading to several annoying headlines that can't seem to decide if she's aiming to date him or one of his eligible sons. None of whom are eligible by the way, as they are a) taken, b) legally dead, c) practically a minor, and d) an actual minor.
Sam's generational wealth is peanuts compared to Wayne Industries, so naturally her parents have been thrilled and rooting for option c.
"I also didn't want Danny to see I'd texted you. Or force you to lie to him."
Sam doesn't quite tense, but it's a near thing. She does slide to the other side of her kitchen island, under the context of finishing prepping her feta fried eggs, laid on a bed of smashed avocado and warm tortilla. She pulls a bottle of crunchy garlic oil out of the fridge and drizzles hot red crisps across the runny yolk. She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully, not so much as offering him a glass of water.
"You realize, Mr. Wayne, I have no intention of lying to Danny now?"
Bruce sits at the stool on the opposite side of the island. "I understand. And if you want to ask Danny to return home before we continue, I'd understand that as well. I didn't mean to discomfit you--"
"Please do not lie to me now, Mr. Wayne," Sam says, rolling her eyes. "By your own admission you showed up at noon without warning knowing my superhero boyfriend wouldn't be present. If I am discomfited, all the more likely you get your information, right?" Golden yolk runs down her fingers, and she sacrifices it to the napkin rather than lick up her arm in front of her boss, with no small amount of resentment. The yolk is the best part.
"Get to it then," she demands.
Bruce straightens in his stool, chin raising and firming in a jawline she most often sees under a cowl. His eyes attempt to pin her in place, but Sam has stared the Master of Time in the face and demand he reschedule so she is built. different. She takes another bite of egg taco.
"I was not aiming for you to feel threatened, and moreover, I doubt you could be."
Except a smart person should always feel threatened by a threat, no matter their capability of handling one. It keeps them alive.
"Can you tell me how I'm not like all the other girls after lunch? You'll spoil my appetite."
Bruce clears his throat. "I'll get to the point--"
"Thank you."
"--Danny has been exhibiting paranormal behaviors beyond his baseline. We welcome all biologies; human, alien, and paranormal alike, but I have observed actions unlike what he had previously established as his, for lack of a better word, 'normal'
"I want to make sure he is not experiencing any unwelcome outside influence. Or, if this is merely a facet of his evolution, I'd like to know if this is something we or his family should be monitoring."
Sam has been an eco-consultant with Wayne Industries and unofficially, the Batfamily, for half a year now and this is the most she's ever heard the man speak in one sitting.
"Wow," she says. "How long have you been rehearsing that one?"
"A while." Bruce grunts, voice finally taking that final drop into Batman's gravelly rasp. "I see you're not surprised by any of this."
"No, not really," Sam says. She pours him a tall glass of lemon water from the pitcher, freshly sliced that morning, and he takes a polite sip.
"So what can you tell me?"
"Probably a lot. And Danny would probably prefer that I do, knowing him, the big baby," Sam sighs. "Listen Mr. Wayne, I can appreciate that you came here from a place of caution rather than intrusion. And if Danny was undergoing something negative or from an 'unwelcome outside influence' that would be the right call, and I, albeit begrudgingly, encourage you to do so in the future."
"But he's not."
"He's not," Sam confirms. "And in fact, I think he could really use someone to talk to about it. Outside of his family."
"I see..." Bruce says, shifting.
"If you want to tag team this one with one of the higher EQ players, such as Superman, I give you permission." Sam does not think she's imagining that slight sag of relief.
"Thank you," Bruce says, sliding off the stool. "I don't suppose you have material we could consult...?"
"Actually yes, I happen to have a pamphlet right here. 'So your ghostly body is changing, and how.'"
"You're being more sarcastic than usual."
"You interrupted my lunch, Mr. Wayne."
#sam:#bruce:#bruce: so i was thinking brainwashing-#sam: ghost puberty#bruce: frick#sam give-my-boyfriend-the-talk manson#at some point when danny went from teen hero to the eldritch being of our fanfic dreams he had to start experiencing the âbecomingâ#i imagine that was actually pretty terrifying#his whole family calling it ghost puberty is probably actually really kind and appreciated#hey i'm starting to forget to breathe and sometimes i want to bite things#aw honey it's ok your body is chaaanging#you're teeeething#baby's first feral chomp#sometimes i hear the universe it is a symphony i cannot explain but if i listen too long i fear it shall sweep me away forever#let's get you some airpods with the latest paramore album#that helping?#yes actually ty#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#batman#sam manson#danny fenton#danny phantom#my writing
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Arranged Marriage: John Price x Fem!Reader
Part #1âThe Start
Part #1, Part #2, Part #3(final)
Your family wasnât exactly⊠known for their ability to consider how others felt, to say the least. But you thoughtâor rather hoped, that you were safe from their faults in such topics because you were their only daughter. And god how you wished you hadnât given yourself this false hope. You recently found out that the ring they gave you for your 18th birthday was an engagement ring from a man you didnât even know. As soon as you found out, they said that they had a marriage contract with a man named John Price and for you to be his wife.
You hated them for this. Locked yourself in your room for almost a month before someone picked the lock and walked in. When you looked to see who you were shocked to see a military man, seemingly in his middle to late 40âs. He sighed as he sat on the bed next to you. âWhatâs wrong sweetheart, whyâd you lock yourself away?â He asked. His voice gruff, proving he smokedâaside from the very clear scent of cigars, that is. He had a bucket hat on, making him look a bit like a man who fished a lotâwhich he probably did. You looked up into his piercing blue eyes, then looked at the scruffy brown beard on his face that was peppered with a few grey hairs.
You read his name and title off the Velcro patch on his vest. Captain Price. You looked back down at your hands and messed with the engagement ring, which you havenât moved to the corrects finger out of a sense of resentment to the contract. He looked as well and sighed. Then you finally spoke up. âYouâre the man Iâm supposed to marryâŠ?â Your voice trembles as you speak. He shifts. âI am. And I know you feel trapped, your parents told me that you didnât take kindly to finding out. I thought they had told you ahead of time. Maybe showed you a picture of me at least.â He sighed.
There was an awkward silence for a while. He spoke up again. âIâm John by the way. John Price.â He officially introduced himself. You just nodded and stayed silent. âYeah⊠I thought thatâs how that would go⊠I know your name anyways though soâŠâ He trailed off and cleared his throat. You looked at your door. âGuess I canât lock you out of any rooms then huh?â You huff. He chuckled. âYou could try, unless something is jammed against the door your attempts will be futile though.â He remarked.
You offered a small smile at his attempt to be funny. You looked back at the ring on your hand and sighed quietly. He softly patted your shoulder. âIâd like to get to know you before the wedding. Iâll come by everyday to take you for a walk in the park or to the cafĂ© or something. Just places we can chat and get to know each other.â He said softly before getting up. âMaybe then youâll feel comfortable wearing the engagement ring on the proper finger.â He added. You nodded. âAlright⊠Iâll see you at some point tomorrow..â You murmur. He nodded and left your room.
The next day John came back around noon to pick you up. He brought you to the greenest park you think youâve ever seen. As the two of you walk he asks a few generic questions, like âWhatâs your favorite food,â âfavorite color,â things like that. To which you answered and asked him the same general questions. When he had no questions he could think about, and neither did you, he asked about your day so far and just listened to your rather long story considering it was only a little past noon. He had no clue so much could happen in a short few hours, but he liked listening to you. When the two of you got hungry you ate at the CafĂ© nearby and then he dropped you back off at your house, walking you to the door and waiting for you to go in before getting back in his car and driving away.
To be continuedâŠ<3
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The Intern: The Laughing Fish
Gotham harbor buzzes with energy this morning. Fishermen compete for the best catch. Dozens of workers prep the yachts for their bosses rich escapades. Even the seagulls are hard at work today, eagerly searching the docks for their next meal. A perfect image of regular people living their lives. Unfortunately if we've been called, then something must be going horribly wrong. Judging from the crowd of distressed fishermen forming towards the end of the boardwalk, my gut feeling was right.
As I draw near the distressed crowd, a familiar voice rises above the rest.
"We are sending our best people to look into this. Keep an eye out for a press conference by the end of today." Detective Gordon addresses the crowd.
The crowd erupts in a chorus of anger.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm going to brutalize that clown!"
"God, I hate this city."
Behind the greying Detective stands a very sour looking Dr. Harris. I maneuver my way through the crowd next to him.
"Dr." I greet from behind.
Dr. Harris says nothing while attempting to catch a slippery fish.
"How adept are you at evolutionary biology?" He eventually asks through the sweat beating down his face.
"I dabble..." I respond growing closer to peer over his shoulder.
Dr. Harris grabs a fish with his bare hands. Before I can move the wiggling vertebrate leaps from his hands directly at my face.
"Catch it!" Dr. Harris hisses.
The flying tang leaves a wet trail across my cheek before dropping into my hands. The poor fish fights with everything it has to get away. Against all odds, I manage to wrangle the wiggle worm into a somewhat sturdy position in my palms.
Once the fish slows a bit, I notice something. The fish is smiling. A big yellow toothy smile with a red outline that one could mistake for lips. The external scales have turned a peculiar, yet familiar shade of pearly white. Both the pelvic fin and the pectoral fin have developed into a contrasting shade of dark green.
If I didn't know any better, I would say it looked like-
"Joker..." A voice growls interrupting my thoughts.
Turning to face our new arrival, I almost laugh at what I see. Batman's suit looks a little goofy in the morning light. Maybe even a little warm in the humid air. The cowl has a slight shine to it. Dr. Harris immediately begins explaining our situation to the Caped Crusader.
"This batch came in last night. We don't know how or why. The working hypothesis is that this may be a side effect of the Jokers latest toxin."
"Is it deadly?" Batman questions eyeing the gasping fish in my hands.
"Not to the fish. We should get the test results back by noon if we start soon."
Batman nods.
"Let me know what you find out."
I take pity on the fish and throw it back with the rest. Most of my life I've struggled with asthma: I know the feeling.
"What would he have to gain from this?" I wonder aloud.
Turning to the Dark Knight, I am stunned to realize there is nobody there. Batman disappeared. Doing a 360, I notice a dark figure hiding in the shadows on the nearest boat.
Huh.. Maybe the dark suit doesn't look so dumb in the daylight after all.
Dr. Harris smiles at me for the first time. My heart pounds. This can't be good.
"Didn't you say that you liked smoothies?"
I do like smoothies, but why does this feel like a test? I nod slowly.
"I hope you didn't eat anything too heavy this morning. We'll need to prep quite a bit of samples."
I narrow my eyes. Samples are typically liquid. How would we make fish.... Oh my God... This cannot be happening.
"Don't we need to test the water for excess nutrients? We don't want an algae bloom to form from the toxin."
There's a glint that forms underneath his unnecessarily large glasses.
"All in good time dear. We can worry about that after lunch."
Hoisting the barrel of Joker fish into the bed of his pick up truck, Dr. Harris teases down at me.
"After we prep those samples, how about fish and chips? I'm having a craving."
The Intern: Gotham x reader
Prequel: Death of a family
The Intern: Day one
The Intern: The Laughing Fish
The Intern: Busy Work
The Intern: Outreach Gala
The Intern: Visiting an old friend
The Intern: Chemical Valley
The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club
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I love your writing, please please give the world Mike comforting his partner on their period đđ» that man would be so compassionate but also confused and asking tons of questions so he can explain it to Abby when sheâs older
okay so, i'm about to start my period. i can sense it, i'm cramping, i'm going insane, so here is some mike fluff!! i need this, y'all need this, we all need this rn. this isn't great, last min as always :p i promise one day i'll give yall something more quality lol. also am sorry if this isn't exactly what u were lookin' for!! i hope u enjoy :P
word count: 1,298
warnings: mentions of blood (period), swearing
summary: mike takes care of you while you're on your period. completely unaware to how it all works, he does the best he can, trying to educate himself in the process.
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You were in pain. That was one thing you knew for sure. For the past two days, your insides had felt like Satan himself was ripping them out, tearing each part of your uterus into tiny, itty bitty pieces, perhaps even doing a little happy dance on them. As your body was stretched out on the couch, your hand gripping your abdomen, you felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. You'd called off work, waking up feeling worse than you had during that time of the month in a while. You couldn't picture yourself doing much of anything but laying on the couch in the living room of your boyfriend, Mike, and his little sister, Abby, who was much like your own. You'd slept over the night before, opting to stay there as you felt much more comfortable.
Once a month, you became queen bitch, completely insufferable to be around. You were grumpy, sick, nauseous, and aching. You couldn't help it. Your cramps were always amplified more than the average person. Your pain tolerance seemed to get weaker when the time came. With that being said, everyone around you had to suffer the consequences. You and Mike had only been together a few months. Every month, he'd get a little bit better about handling it. The first month, he was slightly standoffish, not sure if his assistance would make things worse or if it would help you. He'd offer you pain medicine, get you water when you needed it, and fetch the heating pad when you cried out in pain. He was always sympathetic, helpless in his inability to make your pain disappear. Mike loved you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to ache the way that you did.
In the following two months, he'd gotten more adventurous, even offering to go out and buy your preferred pads and tampons. Even though he brought back the wrong thing the first time (he brought back the preteen pads, which would not be helpful to your heavy flow), he was sure to correct it the next. With his learning curve coming to an end, Mike was much better with his assistance. Right as your eyes began to flutter closed, the front door to Mike's door flung open, an exhausted Mike walking through, his hair messy and his skin somewhat pale due to his lack of sleep. Although he was working normal human hours now after getting a regular job, the adjustment period was difficult. He somehow felt even more sleep-deprived than before. You slowly sat up, a confused look on your face as you glanced over at the time. It was only noon, which didn't make sense. Mike typically wouldn't be home until around 5:30pm.
"Mike?" you questioned, your voice laced with pain as your head cocked to the side.
"Yeah, baby?" he questioned back, placing three plastic bags from the store onto the coffee table in front of you. He sat beside you on the couch, moving your legs to lay across his lap. He tenderly reached his hand across you, his warm palm slipping under your shirt to touch your aching stomach. He rubbed slow and gentle circles on the tender area, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as it somewhat relieved the pain. "You feelin' any better?" he spoke softly, his tone dripping with sympathy and worry.
"Why are you home? What's in the bags?" You were confused. You didn't mean to sound like a bitch, but the pain was making you somewhat delirious, and the thought of him simply coming home early just didn't occur to you. He chuckled, shaking his head as he playfully rolled his eyes.
"Can you not just let me take care of you for once?" he grumbled, grabbing the plastic bags from the table and placing them gently into your laps. In the first bag, he pulled out a brand new pain reliever bottle and miniature heating pads. They were wireless and single-use. You could stick them into your pants and wear them around wherever you needed. He also pulled out a new bubble bath, lavender scented, that claimed to have infused pain-relieving essential oils. The next bag contained your favorite kind of chocolate, some other kinds of candy, and a little stuffed bear. The bear wasn't any bear, but one that could be heated up and again used as a heating pad. Inside of the same bag, he also pulled out a brand new box of the right kind of tampons and a bouquet of flowers. The last bag contained burgers and fries from your favorite fast-food place, something yummy to get into your aching system.
You watched in awe as he pulled out each item, a sheepish but proud grin spread across his face as he did so. He was proud of himself, mostly because he felt useful, he felt like for once he was the one taking care of you. Mike typically felt like a burden, like he wasn't worth caring for, regardless of how much you attempted to convince him otherwise. Times like these were important to him, times when he could make you feel safe, secure, loved.
"I, uh, heard you this morning. I realized you were in a lot of pain, wanted to do something nice. I took the day off of work, thought I'd surprise you with some stuff to make you feel good. Got us some lunch too, thought maybe we could go lay down in the bed and watch movies, eat some junk together? I'll take real good care of you," he said, scratching at the back of his neck with a hopeful grin. You looked back at him with your own wide grin, the churning cramps in your stomach not subsiding but instead simply not your main focus at the moment. You nodded your head, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
You helped him carry the brand-new goods and the food to the bedroom. You plopped down onto the bed as Mike leaned over you, gently kissing your head. He tucked you into the blankets, ensuring you were nice and warm. He closed the curtains tightly, all too aware of the vision-blurring headaches you got on your period. He put up one finger to signal he'd be right back. Once he returned, he had a glass of water and heated up your brand-new heating pad bear. He placed your wired heating pad onto the small of your back, pressing two kisses to your forehead again. He then insisted you lift your head, helping you to swallow the pills. After, Mike cuddled up next to you in bed.
The two of you watched random movies and TV shows for the rest of the day, his hand seldom leaving your stomach. He constantly had you wrapped up near him. He kept you medicated and fed, refusing to leave your side. Mike was content. Even though you were a bitch during this time, you were appreciative. He loved you and it was clear, he'd do anything to take care of you.
While deep into the show you were watching, you felt a pair of eyes staring into the side of your head. You lifted your head, looking over to Mike with a cocked eyebrow. "Yes..?" you questioned, staring at his somewhat nervous expression.
"Um, do you think, you could maybe explain periods to me? Y'know, all of it, the bloody stuff, the moody stuff.. I just.. wanna be prepared for Abby," he asked sheepishly. A chuckle left your lips as you shook your head.
"Of course, Mikey. I can explain it to you," you hummed, pressing a kiss to his lips before you went into detail, explaining female anatomy to your 25-year-old boyfriend.
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hi! can i request remus lupin x reader where reader is going through a break up and remus confesses his feelings for them? hope this makes sense and totally okay if not!
A/N: ofc! I'm just gonna do male bc the gender wasn't specified. Again, don't do fem or fem aligned so sorry if that's what you was hoping for. Also not beta read.
-E/N is exes name
-S/T is stuffed toy. I was gonna do stuffed animal but the letters together... aren't a good thing.
Minor hints to internalized homophobia, but to be fair it's the 70s so what do you expect?
Reader is in Gryffindor and is the fifth person in he Marauder's dorm
Synopsis: When the girl you were dating to distract yourself from Remus breaks up with you, spewing nasty words along the way, Remus is there to show you just how wrong the both of you were.
That Daft Cunts got nothin on me, love
Remus Lupin x M! Reader
Honestly, you knew to expect E/N's breakup. You saw the signs, and you'd known it wasn't long before it ended.
Doesn't mean it hurt any less.
You'd spent a good portion of time, locked in your dorm. No ones heard much from you after the letter you got at breakfast, but with the sun high in it's arch across the sky, nearing late noon it was only a matter of time before someone came to find you.
There's a knock at the door, and a muffled voice follows it, raspy and baritone.
Remus.
"Y'alright, love? May I come in?"
"Fuck off," You sniffle out in weak retaliation, furiously swiping your eyes and sniffling.
"Do it yourself?" He quips back playfully. A big reason for the breakup, as stated in E/N's letter (not even in person, that fucking wanker. Through a damn letter) was the proximity of you and Remus.
There's not much denying it, you definitely have had the biggest crush on Remus, and E/N was rather a means of hiding the fact, but it doesn't mean you didn't care. It doesn't mean the insults she'd hurled at you hurt any less, either.
"Right then, in I go.." the door gently creaks open and you bury your face in your favorite S/T. As he sees the sight of you, he comes gently, quickly making his way to your bed on the far side of the room and you feel your bed dip next to your head. You feel as his hand gently starts to massage your scalp, lulling you to a sort of blissful calm.
"Nasty breakup with E/N I take it?"
You nod swiftly, not having removed yourself from the stuffy but having wormed yourself partially into Remus's lap.
"Aw, it's alright lovey, 've gotcha now. What's it read, then?"
"The reasoning were true, but the insults where just bloody mean" You muffled whine quietly rings out.
"Is it alright if I read it?"
As his quiet voice asks the question you've so been dreading, you sigh heavily but finally removed yourself from the toy. All you see is the soft smile pulling at the corners of his lips, and the gentle furrow of his brow as he looks down at you.
You reach across Remus to the bedside table behind him, grabbing a crumpled ball of paper and flattening it, before handing it to him.
You both sit quietly for a moment, you with your head and upper shoulders splayed across his lap, grip strong as a vice on he stuffed toy.
His small smile from seeing you has quickly turned into a angry frown at the words she spewed at you.
"This daft fuckin cunt? Who she thinks she is, saying shit like this? Bloody fuck mate- right as hell id be upset if it's at me." He say with a angry huff of breath, body rigid. Though, he quickly remembers your in his presence and softens again.
"'m sorry that twat said those things, lovey."
"it's alright, I guess. Nothing that wasn't deserved."
"You don't though. Not right of her to say that shit," he pauses for a moment, before his demeanor becomes more nervous," is it true, though? The second or third paragraph had said something about you being in love with me?"
This causes you to stiffen, before hiding your face again.
"...yeah"
"speak up, love. I can't hear you."
You hurt and remove your face.
"Yes. I dated her to forget about you. About... about being in love with a guy."
He pauses at that, his body stiffening but his hand still gently stroking your hair.
"It's not wrong, you know. Being in love with guys. I mean fuck- you know about Sirius. Does that mean he's wrong for who he loves?"
"But he's different"
"How?"
"I-" you huff. "I don't know. It just... it doesn't seem fair to you, Remus"
"How is it wrong to me?"
"Because it's putting you in a position where it'll be awkward."
At this he quirks a brow. "And how is that?"
"Because.."
"Cause how? Because I don't love you back? I assure you I do"
"I-"
You start to speak before his sentence finally hits you. Mouth forming an 'O' shaping and blinking rapidly
"Fucking- what?"
"I love you back. I feel the same towards you as you do me"
"I-..." You pause, face burning a scarlet shade as you lick your lips," Why?"
He laughs lightly as your response.
"Why wouldn't I?"
You blink owlishly at him some more, and he's looking at you mirthfully with that know-it-all smirk of his.
"Kiss me?" You say without thinking.
He laughs heartily leaning down. His lips ghost yours as he murmurs against your lips 'Who am I to deny you, my love?' and gently presses his lips against yours.
He tastes of chocolate and stale coffee. And honestly, he tastes a bit like what you think home would.
as you unwillingly pull away; he murmurs in the love charged quiet; "Promise that daft cunts got noting on me, especially with those fuckin words"
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A/N: Sorry if it's not great or ooc. Also, please like reblog and comment!! I love to interact with y'all!!!
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Hi! I was thinking about a run that ends up being too long because of something like a heard , were Daryl and the reader have to stay the night in a library. The reader is a big fan of books and she knows a lot about literature (maybe you can say she was a student of a literature degree back before the outbreak). Daryl is like 'I've never really read any book' or 'noone read anybook for me when I was little' and reader ends up reading one of her favourites to him while he lays his head on her lap and she tuches his hair or something fluffy like that. Some of my favorite books include Carrie, The Picture of Dorian Gray and Lord of the Rings; just if you wanted inspiration for the book that she reads him.
I hope you like the idea!
Bedtime Stories
⧠Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader
⧠Era : Season 2 (time jump)
⧠Pronouns : she/her
⧠Genre : Fluff
⧠Word Count : 3.1k
AN ~ This idea is so cute, I love it! But I am sorry to the person who requested this because I took way longer to write this than I usually would. Itâs just been sitting in my drafts for a while now, but I finally got around to writing out the idea. Thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoy!
Your lungs started to burn, your legs beginning to weaken as you continued to run as fast as you could, desperately trying to keep up as the two of you quite literally ran for your lives. Somehow the run you both volunteered to take just turned into one giant disaster, one thing falling apart after another.
It was the dead of winter, the group hopping from place to place ever since the loss of the farm, and everything always running low. All the supplies you managed to have saved went out the window in a flash, leaving you with almost nothing when you had numerous people to feed. So desperate times called for desperate measures, leading to you and Daryl leaving early that morning, trudging through the cold weather and into a small town nearby in hopes that they had at least something to bring back for the others. But luck wasnât really on your side.
There were a couple small buildings the two of you came across, a few cans of food here and there that you could easily toss into your bags. Though none of it was nearly enough to feed all the people you had. The thought alone saddened you to no end, coming to the realization of how complicated everything was now that you were out on the road constantly. You found yourself not even really knowing how good you had it back when you had sanctuary, a safe place to sleep at night, foodâŠit was all very frustrating.
But you knew you were preaching to the choir as everyone else was easily feeling the same way as you, defeated and exhausted twenty-four-seven now. Though that wasnât necessarily the only thing going wrong at the moment. The group itself was much more tense than it ever was before, the whole atmosphere seeming to change ever since that night Rick broke down completely. The loss of Shane and Lori being pregnant was taking a toll on him that no one else could understand, leading to him taking it out on everyone else. A part of you almost wondered if you and Daryl subconsciously took this run on purpose just to get away from all of that for a few hours.
Though that wasnât the only reason you wanted to go, another part of you wanted to be able to bring something back. You wanted to be the one to lift their spirits, hoping that you and Daryl would come across something that would bring back that light. But then again, luck wasnât on your side.
Unbeknownst to the two of you as you searched, a large herd of walkers were slowly limping their way down the streets of the small town, making even more noise the closer they approached. Eventually you both perked up at the sudden familiar sounds, walking out of the building you were once in to see the group coming straight towards you, their jaws hanging and their arms stretched out with the intention to tear into you.
âGo.â was all Daryl said as he pushed you to run first, sprinting down the narrow streets in hopes to find somewhere to hide. Most of the stores you came across were completely locked up tight, and it was too late to turn back into the one you once occupied. So according to you, you were pretty much fucked.Â
The two of you looked around frantically as you ran, adrenaline pumping through your system as your heart pounded roughly against your chest. There was close to nothing else around, nowhere else to shield yourselves behind as they slowly crept up closer, surprisingly fast with how slow they appeared to move. It now seemed that last bit of bad luck had wiped out all the hope that was left in your being.
That is until Daryl came across a door neither of you had tried before, tugging at it as it surprisingly flew open loudly. Relief filled your chest as you didnât hesitate to book it inside the space, Daryl following in close behind you before he slammed the door shut again. The two of you then frantically looked around for only a moment, before shoving a few pieces of furniture near the double doors to block off the walkers that would surely try to push their way inside. As expected, they began to pound on the structure from the outside, sending the two of you flying back a few steps as you caught your breath, making sure they werenât strong enough to push through.
Though after listening for a few passing seconds, it was clear they werenât getting inside anytime soon, leaving you able to slightly relax as you hunched over to place your hands on your knees, your breathing still heavy.
Daryl noticed out of the corner of his eye, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder, âYou alright?â
You nodded as you stood back up straight, âYeahâŠthat was justâŠtoo close.â you sighed, running a hand stressfully through your hair.
He huffed, âYeahâŠshitâs messy all over the damn place apparently.â he commented, clearly referring to how much had happened in the span of only about a month, or maybe two. You werenât totally sure, but what you did know was that the whole thing felt like an eternity.
You found yourself wordlessly nodding in agreement, turning away from him momentarily as you grew curious as to where you had ended up. It had grown dark outside with how long the two of you stayed out searching, leading the place being completely pitch black as well. Nothing but a brief glimpse of moonlight shining through the small windows.
You reached back to the side of your backpack, pulling out your flashlight and flicking it on to see a plethora of bookshelves lined up in the large space, your face also seeming to light up in the process. It had been way too long since the last time you came across so many shelves stuffed full of mountains and mountains of books.
But apparently Daryl was less than amused, scoffing to himself as he looked around as well, âGreatâŠweâre stuck inside some damn Barnes and Noble.â
You gave him a look, âItâs a library, Daryl.â you said in an unimpressed tone.
He raised an eyebrow towards you in response, âYer tellin me thereâs a difference?â he asked in amusement.
Your mouth parted to respond, but your mind came up blank as you slowly came to the realization that there really wasnât much of a difference at all. He chuckled as he watched you grow silent, nudging your side before taking out his own flashlight. âYou go ahead and take the left, Iâll take the right. Gotta make sure this place is safe.â he muttered before slowly walking off.
You followed his lead as you turned to head in the other direction, shining your light in different parts of the area to make sure there werenât any lingering walkers nearby inside with the two of you. Though you couldnât hear anything besides the corpses still banging on the outside, it was better to be safe than sorry. But everything was eerie and quiet as you passed by the many tall bookshelves, the scene itself almost making you more paranoid that something was going to just jump out at you out of nowhere. The area looked almost untouched however, causing you to smile a little to yourself at the thought of raiders and survivors just passing this place by because wellâŠit was just a library. But you found yourself just the smallest bit excited, always knowing you were a bit of a bookworm at heart.
Your gaze continued to lazily scan the space for any danger, when all of a sudden, a certain section to your right caught your eye and made you stop in your tracks. The sign read in big blocked letters: Horror. That brought a big smile to your face as you found that was your favorite genre to read back when you actually had the time to read. You loved the thrill, the suspense, everything it had to offer as it left goosebumps on your skin. Something about those kinds of books always drew you in, in a way you couldnât really understand.
The covers and titles easily had you distracted, hovering toward them just to take a peek at what this place had to offer. And to your surprise there were a fair amount of good finds. The Exorcist, Rebecca, Frankenstein, Salemâs Lot. You found yourself going deeper down the rabbit hole as your eyes scanned the spines of them thoroughly, wondering how many you would be able to actually fit in your bag to take back. Because the truth was you missed being able to read, wanting something simple like this again to pass the time like you used to.
âThe hell you doin?â
You physically felt yourself jump out of your skin at his sudden presence, holding a hand up to your chest as you let out a shuddering breath. âHoly shitâŠdonât do that.â you said as you reached over to push his chest gently.
He laughed softly in response as he raised an eyebrow at you, âI can tell ya what yer not doin.â he hinted, âHowâs the left side lookin?â
You shrugged, âIt seems...safe enoughâŠâ you smiled sheepishly.
âUh huh.â he muttered.
âI got distracted, okay?â you said with a light laugh before your gaze fell back on where you were once looking, âI mean I canât even remember the last time I saw this many books.â
The man paused for a minute as he watched your expression, how it seemed to light up even more in the darkness as you looked back to all the covers you still had yet to pick through. A sense of fondness washed over him as he watched you obviously gush over something you were passionate about. He wanted you to speak more about it, wanting to listen to your voice go on and on about the things you loved most about them, but he was almost too embarrassed to ask.
Though after a few moments of silence, his frame leaned up against the shelf to his left as he continued to stare, âDidn't know you were a reader.â he commented.
You shrugged as you didnât break your gaze away from the book you pulled out to look at, âI guess I just never mentioned itâŠâ you trailed off as you read the short summary on the back, before placing it up in itâs place again, âBut I used to read all the time. What about you, you got any favorites?â you asked as you looked back towards him with a small and exciting smile.
It was an innocent question really, but all Daryl could do was pathetically shrug, not really wanting to go into depth about the real answer.
But you tilted your head at him as you wanted to know, genuinely growing curious, âOh come on. You have to at least have one.âÂ
Daryl scoffed as he looked back up to you, âIâŠI ainât ever reallyâŠâ he trailed off again before letting out a harsh sigh, âLook, I ainât ever read anythin before, alright? I donât got no favorite.â
You were slightly taken aback, almost not believing him at first. But his face and tone were nothing but serious, showing you that he was telling the truth about having not read a single book in his life. â...Really?â you asked softly, âNot even in school or anything?â
He huffed out a small chuckle, âYa mean when I actually went ta school? YeahâŠdonât really think readin was at the top of my priority list.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, âOkay, fine. But seriously, no one ever read anything to you? Not even yourâŠâ
The two of you froze when you trailed off, though it was obvious what you were about to say. You knew of his past, how hard things were on him when he was a kid, you honestly didnât even mean to let that last part slip as if you had forgotten. You hadnât. But now you just wished you could take it all back as you felt ashamed and utterly embarrassed, a part of you also feeling terrible that he had never had that kind of comfort before.
In your childhood home, it was somewhat of a nightly routine that your parents would read you a short story every night before bed. You always loved that part, getting all snuggled up while your eyes slowly fluttered closed, hearing the soothing sound of their voices as they spoke until you were fast asleep. Now realizing that Daryl had never even had a sliver of that, brought a small frown to your face. But in a way, it also made you a little determined to make it up to him somehow.
Your eyes slowly trailed back to the bookshelf for a moment or two, before your eyes widened ever so slightly when you caught a glimpse of an all too familiar title. Carrie by Stephen King was one of your favorite books of all time, the plot being so interesting it left you at the edge of your seat as you went on. It was almost like some sort of sign to you as an idea formed in your head.
âWellâŠâ you spoke quietly as you reached up to grab it, âIt looks like we could be stuck in here for a while.â you mentioned, jutting your thumb back towards the doors where the walkers were still lingering. âWhat if I read to you?â
His eyes whipped back up to look at you, his face almost unreadable as he processed what you had just said. At first he wanted to decline, not because he didnât want to hear the gentleness of your voice reading aloud to him, that sounded like a damn dream. But he didnât want you to do something like this out of guilt, like you pitied him for not having that kind of luxury you used to have. It honestly wasnât that big of a deal, something he hadnât really thought about until now. But not even he could deny that as he stewed over it, he found himself missing out on something else from his childhood that he could never get back.
âNah,â he shook his head as he stood up a bit straighter, âYou donât gotta do that, itâs alright.â he assured.
But your brows furrowed as you shook your head, âBut I want to. I think itâll beâŠnice.â you said honestly, wanting to reassure him that you actually wanted to do this.
He took in a breath as he studied your facial expression, seeing you were truly being genuine and sincere, and that warmed his heart more than you were able to imagine. You truly were the sweetest person he had ever met, constantly treating him with kindness ever since you had first met. And that only made his tough exterior soften in an instant.
âAlrightâŠif youâre sureâŠâ he finally agreed hesitantly.
You smiled brightly at him, âIâm sure.â you promised, nodding your head back for him to follow you to find a place to sit for the time being. Neither of you knew how long you would be trapped in here. A few hours? Overnight? You werenât sure, but one thing you did know was that the two of you did not want to go back to the group just yet. You could almost feel the tension radiating from all the way over here when they were miles and miles away.
The flashlight in your hand shined down towards a spot where there were a few cushioned seats, causing you to pick the one placed in the corner before you plopped down, removing the bag from your shoulders in the process. As your body was turned away for just a brief moment, you then felt Daryl sit down beside you, before he adjusted himself to where his head was gently resting in your lap. Your eyes quickly glanced back down to look at him, catching the small smile he had on his face as he stared up at you softly. You couldnât help but smile back, shaking your head a little to try and focus. But it was hard to do when his eyes were piercing, so clearly full of gentleness and care.
âOkay, so this right here is a classic.â you said as you pointed to the cover, âItâs one of my favorite horror novels, and I actually think youâll really like it.â
His eyes moved over the cover as he nodded along, âDo I get ta hold yer hand if I get scared?â he suddenly teased with a small smirk.
You laughed quietly, âSure, tough guy, you can hold my hand.â
He chuckled lightly as he nodded, watching you intently as you opened up the book, using the light of the flashlight you placed behind you to be able to see the tiny words on the pages. You squinted a little at first, before your soft voice began to read out loud to him, already feeling himself relax a little more at something so simple. If he was being completely honest with himself, he didnât really care what you were reading. You could be reciting words from the English dictionary for all he cared. There was just something about hearing your voice in general that sent a wave of peace through him.
Eventually as the minutes flew by with the two of you engrossed in the events happening, your other hand traveled down to his hair, running your fingers through it gently. Daryl felt his heart flutter in his chest at the mindless action, almost as if it was second nature to you, making his eyes involuntarily close as he sighed deeply. He hadnât felt this calm, this comforted by someone he cared about deeply in quite a long time. In fact, he seemed to question to himself if he ever had this feeling. The realization seemed to hit him then, but he almost didnât care. He was just happy he had someone in his life now that was willing to give him all of that and more.
You noticed quickly however how his breathing seemed to change as he still laid beneath you, your eyes moving down to look at his face and see that he had fallen asleep after only barely getting through about three chapters. A small smile stretched across your face, closing the book and placing it back down beside you as your hand continued to gently run through the locks of his thick hair. Your eyes moved over the calm features of his face, taking in the fact that you had given him something that you once used to cherish. The unwinding feeling of someone reading you to sleep.
âThank youâŠâ his voice suddenly spoke quietly, moving to get even more comfortable in your lap as he drifted off.
In an instant your eyes seemed to glisten with tears at the simple gratitude, seeing how precious he really was. âOf course.â you whispered back, blinking away your tears as you hesitated for a moment, before leaning down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.
And after that night you two spent together, you found yourself always trying to do the little things for him to make him feel safe. Because those were the things you found that mattered the most.
~ Thanks for reading!
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