#and it's a safe room a cozy room a funny one a silly one a sexy room an empathetic crackhead serious caring worldy musicy arty nerdy room | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lokifan2 · 10 months ago

Text

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Rating: G (just a bunch of rainy day silliness). It’s raining now where I live so it was great inspiration.

Language: None, SFW

Loki and female (or male if you’d like) reader

Plot: You’re bored on a rainy day waiting for Loki to come home from working with the Avengers. As soon as you hear him step into the door, all silliness breaks loose.

It was a day like any other gloomy, stormy day(Thanks, Thor…LOL). You were home alone as Loki worked at the compound with the Avengers. You were bored. REALLY bored. You kept looking at the clock to see how long until your love (Loki, of course) came home to smother you with hugs and kisses. The clock in the living room said 3:45pm. Only fifteen more minutes until Loki was free to come home for the weekend. You usually helped around the compound doing whatever task the Avengers needed you to do, but today you were off and snuggled in your blankets on the couch as you watched t.v.

It seemed like forever, but finally, you heard the clock strike four and you pepped up a bit knowing he would be home soon to wrap you in his arms. Your heart beat a little faster as you smiled to yourself. You loved when Loki was finished with work and came home to be with you the rest of the night and the weekend. You didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time together since he was always on missions or training for however many hours during the week. You’d be fast asleep before he ever got home so you missed that hug and kiss.

Finally! The clock struck 4pm and it would only be a few minutes before Loki would arrive home to greet you. You two didn’t live too far from the compound, so it didn’t take that long to get home. About ten minutes later, you heard the sound of the garage door opening and then closing. It was your prince and he’d arrived home safe and sound once again.

He opened the door to the house from the garage as you heard him call your name. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! I’m home, darling!” “I’m in the living room,” you replied full of excitement. You heard his footfalls as he walked into the living room to see you comfy and cozy under the blanket binge watching your favorite show. “I see you took advantage of staying home today. You look warm all wrapped up like a, what do you mortals call it? Like a bug in a rug?” You giggled as he came over to hug and kiss you before he sat down on the couch, noticing your favorite show playing. “Watching this again?” he teased as he saw what was on the screen. “Hey,” you replied playfully. “Don’t knock it. If you sat and watched this with me, you’d be enamored with it too. Just saying. I guess I should thank your brother for this lovely stormy day, huh?” You knew it wasn’t always Thor, but you had to tease him about it.

That was your mood most of the time…Playful, and Loki loved it. He enjoyed the mischief the two of you got into when you both arrived home from a long day at work and needed something to help you decompress. Early in your relationship, he always found ways to make you smile or laugh which would then be reciprocated by him. Pretty much anything Loki did made you laugh and he was happy that he was the one making you do so. He loved seeing that beautiful smile across your face and the way your eyes danced when he did something funny. He even liked the witty comebacks you’d come up with. Right then, he knew he’d met his match. You were quiet, but when Loki got you revved up, the loud, silly side came bursting out of you.

As you broke away from your hug, you turned off the t.v. and smiled at your prince. “How was work, my love?” He rolled his eyes and let out a breath. “That exciting, huh?” you then said. “Oh yes,” he replied. His words dripping with sarcasm as he stretched his arms and yawned. “But it is now the weekend and I get to spend it with my beautiful darling. He pulled you into a side hug and kissed the top of your head. “What shall we do this weekend?” he asked as he pulled away again. “ I don’t know,” you replied. Your eyes shined at Loki. This is something you did whenever Loki home early. It was a game. A game who could see which one of you would bust out laughing first. Almost every time, it was you but you didn’t care. You loved being the one he playfully tormented all the time. You got him back some of the times but you absolutely loved being his “victim” and did anything and everything to make sure you got what was coming to you.

One game you loved to play was when he tickled you like crazy. You’d loved it as a child and so you grew up being a child at heart. Always smarting off to someone just so they’d tickle you out of your mind. This particular night you were feeling extra sassy and you were bold in your teasing. “Wow, Loki,” you said patting his hair and rubbing your fingers together. “Did you wash your hair in an oil spill or something?” That never really got him going but you loved how it started to amp you up. You giggled as he just stared at you blank faced and silent. “Aww…Is Mr. god too stubborn to even smile? .” You sat there in silence for a minute as you copied his sitting position. “ I am Loki. God of Mischief,” you began as you puffed out your chest. “And I am burdened with glorious purpose.” This got a little smile from Loki as he tried to remain staring forward and unmoving. “Did I see a smile, Mr. Grumpy god?” you smiled back. He quietly laughed through his nose as you gaged his reaction with excitement. “I think I did,” you fake laughed. Trying to get him to laugh properly. He chortled in his throat as he desperately tried to keep his composure and stopped you before you got him laughing out loud.

“That is enough, (y/n)!” he said turning to face you. “Now it’s time for me to make YOU laugh!” With that, he wrapped an arm around you to trap you in a giant side hug as he tickled under one of your arms vigorously. You screeched and tried to jerk away from his grip but it was just too strong. You were stuck. “ I’ll show you the meaning of teasing!” he boomed.

With one quick move, Loki broke you out of his hold with one hand around your wrist. He used this move to force you to lay down on the couch as he towered over you. Hand still grasping your wrist. You tried swatting his other hand away but he used his magic to stop it and pin it to the arm of the couch. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Dove. None of that now. Time to hear YOU laugh!”

Quicker than you could even blink, Loki latched his fingers around your sides and began moving them up and down vigorously. Giggles spilled from your lips as the feeling of his fingers sent ticklish shocks through your body. “Lohahaoki!, you nearly screamed as he began wearing down your resolve. “Stahahahap!” You shook as hard as you could to somehow get out of the magic hold on you but it was freaking magic! You were going crazy with laughter but you loved every minute of it. Your lovers hands all over you, making you come undone with unbridled laughter. “Ahh! So my fingers barely touching your beautiful skin makes you go wild with laughter. How adorable! You’re the most ticklish mortal I’ve ever met!” This made you blush hard core as you tried turning your face away from him so you weren’t looking into his playful eyes. That didn’t work because he made you look at him as he made goofy faces to make you blush even more.

“Lahahoki! I need a break! Ahahaha!” Your stomach muscles were on fire and you didn’t think you could take much more of Loki’s torment. Luckily, he smiled sweetly and let you go so you could sit up and breathe. He rubbed your back as you came down from your ticklish high and remarked, “ I hope I didn’t go overboard, love. I don’t want you to pass out on me.” You giggled again and told him you were fine and that you had fun. Finally, you calmed down and asked Loki if he’d like to watch your show with you. He replied, “of course,” and you snuggled into his arms, breathing his scent in. “Rainy days are the best,” you thought as you held him close while you both got lost in your show.

I’m really proud of this story and I hope y’all enjoy it as well! Thanks so much!

#loki tickle #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki tickles #loki #loki fanfic

14 notes · View notes

rainbowmoodring · 6 months ago

Text

Not Goodbye, Just Until

I've had a poem Squirming around in my stomach All week Just waiting to go home So I could type Each Body Segment Out.

It's been impatient With my patience. But it enjoys How I sing As I explore the airport. It wiggles delightedly at the Thought of you, How you make me feel, And how it greedily Feeds Off my joy, So I never quite feel full. I could ask for more, More of you, As much as you could give, But thankfully You're the sensible one And I'm the one With a half more Mango mojito Being one of the many things Blushing my skin.

But the poem inside of me That yearns on my behalf Is teaching me to be Ever Slightly Bolder, Not as wild as I imagine, But enough to ask For you. Last night I was compelled the Whole way home To ask you later to kiss me, Hold me, make me feel like You didn't want me to go either. But all I could get out Once you wrapped your Arms around me, Was,"I don't want to leave." And I didn't have to ask, Because the gentle pressure Of hands, of body, my face Ushered into your neck, Answered for me. I am free to be vulnerable With you, Silly with you, Be disappointed, learn with you, be and do “Anything I want, Forever.”

It's so funny to have so much To say And struggle to say it, To make the words Heard And understood with intent. So I enjoy the quiet And the listening Just as much. And how do I write All that I feel? Have felt this whole week? So much of it is a skipping Vinyl record, "I love you" scratch "I love you" scratch "I love you" scratch "I love you" shhpshhpshhpshhp (Don't leave your record in the su-hu-hun) And so many new feelings Difficult to describe. But I always want to be as clear As I can be, And you with me. Because frankly I don't think our anxiety Can handle it otherwise.

Yet, My skin is so clear, (My crops are watered), And while this return flight Is different from the last, Where I was giddy and bubbling over, This time, This time, I am glowing from my core. A dim, cozy glow, That feels like home.

To feel so safe with a lover, I really never thought I would. I trust you with me. The check-ins, The gauging reactions And making sure we're both happy And on the same wavelength, Especially in different places, Different paces. But god, I've never felt so safely loved. We are attuned to our energies, That we can beam cross-country, Felt effortlessly in a shared room, But harder to "feel," So I'll practice.

That it's you, With your strengths and Weaknesses, And how you fit so well As a bigger little spoon, And you laugh with me, Smile into my kisses, Make me feel like I Belong with you, Because that's what we chose, And continue to choose Every day. A day that you're a part of mine Is a better day. And it's already been a year, An entire year, Of loving you And being loved by you, And I can hardly believe it. Can you?

So while my poem has Gotten its fresh air While I'm miles up in a Dopamine blue sky, The stars are coming out, And I know you'll be able to see The same ones Soon, Starshine. I hope you're resting well, Alone again in pleasant self company, And that my touch Lingers Like a crawling phantom bug, But like, More pleasant. Like yours has.

I've left a part of me In Washington.

I am yours.

4.6.2024

0 notes

shortstories4kids · 7 months ago

Text

Good Night Baby

It was time for Baby to go to bed. Mama and Papa tucked him in safely in his crib. They made sure to leave the night-light on, and its soft glow filled the room. Mama and Papa stood in the doorway and blew kisses to Baby before they tiptoed off down the hallway. "Sweet dreams, Baby!" said Papa. But there was just one little problem. Baby couldn't go to sleep without his teddy bear -- and Teddy was nowhere to be found! Baby wondered what he should do. His first thought was that maybe he should start to cry.If he started to cry, Mama and Papa would surely come back to the nursery to see what was the matter. But Baby didn't want to make Mama and Papa upset. He wasn't sure how to tell them that his Teddy was lost, either. So Baby decided not to cry. He would have to find Teddy on his own. Baby stood up in his crib, carefully holding on to the rails for balance. Baby was very good at standing up in his crib, but he was still too little to climb out. Baby looked around the nursery to see if he could spy his Teddy. Meanwhile, out in the hallway, keen-eared Puppy heard Baby moving about in his crib. Puppy came bounding toward the nursery for a visit. Puppy pushed his snout against the door and it swung open with a creak. Puppy ran into the nursery, wagging his tail happily. Baby was happy to see his friend Puppy. Baby hoped that Puppy could help him look for Teddy, since Puppy could roam freely around the nursery while Baby could not leave his crib.

Baby tried to tell Puppy that he was trying to find his Teddy. Unfortunately, Baby wasn't very good at talking yet. Nor was Puppy very good at understanding things. So as Baby waved his arms and made little noises, Puppy got very excited. He thought that Baby just wanted to play! Soon Puppy was bouncing here and there, knocking over toys and making quite a commotion. Sshhh, Puppy! Puppy looked so funny bouncing around on the floor that Baby began to giggle a little bit. Then Baby began to chuckle. Then Baby began to laugh a great big belly laugh! Baby laughed so hard and so heartily, he had to rest for a moment. Still chuckling, Baby sat down on the soft quilt in his crib. As Baby rested and thought about that silly Puppy, he noticed that his crib felt unusually lumpy and bumpy. Baby thought that was very curious. He pressed on the quilt. It felt like there might be something soft and cuddly underneath!

Baby slowly pulled back the quilt. And do you know what he saw? One little brown ear. Then another little brown ear. Then a fuzzy brown head, and two little kind eyes, and a big soft nose … it was Teddy! He had been in the crib with Baby all along! Baby was so happy.Baby snuggled close to his teddy bear, feeling very cozy and warm and safe. Now Baby was ready to fall asleep. His little eyes closed and he was sleeping soundly in no time at all. Good night, Baby! Read the full article

#bedtimesstories #childrensstories #GoodNightBaby #shortstories

0 notes

jadedsnowtiger · 2 years ago

Text

Part 3

She was warm and cozy, she felt safe.

Crawled into Dicks lap, his arms warmly around her, as he sat though Scooby-Doo. Tim melted into Conner, beside her, as Gar lay on the floor in his Tiger Foam.

It was the safest place in the world, as she lay her head on Dicks shoulder watching the cartoon feeling tired.

"How are they?" Bruce walked into the room.

"Hi Daddy!" Tim waved from Conner's chest as Rachel looked up.

"It could be worse." Dick told him, "It's touch and go."

"Can I do anything?" Bruce looked lost, as he looked Rachel over.

"Daddy!" Tim pulled himself out of Conners arms, and rushed to Bruce.

Bruce looked unsure of what to do, as Conner motioned to hug Tim back.

Rachel didn't want to move, she was quite happy where she was. She felt the Tigers nose on her back, as Gar rubbed his face into it.

"Just sit with us, let's keep them calm." Dick spoke as Gar rubbed her face.

It felt amazing against her skin, as she broke into giggles, as she turned to hug the tiger tight to her body. The Tiger purred as she hugged his face, sticking out his tongue for her.

"What a silly kitty." Dick told her, as he laughed.

"My kitty." She hugged Gar close.

"He's all yours." Dick nodded, as Gar placed his paw on her.

"Are we worried about them being so young?" Bruce asked, not knowing about the relationship.

"He's all hers." Dick nodded. "They only have eyes for each other. Even the Beast and Raven refer to each other as Mates."

She was surrounded by love, as she kissed Gars nose, just feeling the emotions running though her. everything about this screamed she was safe.

Dicks phone rang, as he reached for it.

"Gar, can you take Timmy and Rea to the garden?" He asked, pointing to the phone.

"This is big people stuff." Dick explained as he answered the phone.

The tiger gently took Rachel's hand in his mouth, as she laughed, his tongue felt funny, as Tim took her free hand.

She laughed as she allowed the tiger to take them outside of the house and to the garden.

Rachel leads him to the roses, the bright colors gaining her attention.

"You love roses." Gar told her softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"They pretty." She agreed, as she pet one of the white ones.

"They are." Gar kissed her head softly.

"Can we take some?" She wanted flowers in the house.

"Please?" Tim asked gently. "Make inside pretty."

"If we cut them properly, I doubt Alfred will be mad at us." Gar nodded, as he knelt down, pulling out his pocket knife. "Which colors, Rea?"

She ended up with two of each of the red and whites roses, as she watched Gar take off the pointy pieces before handing them to her.

"What ones do you want Timmy?" Gar asked, as Rachel smelled her flowers.

"You're both so peaceful." Gar looked to her, as she took another flower from him. "Are you doing okay?"

"Numb." She looked back to him, as he opened his arms for her to step into.

"It will come back." Gar kissed her cheek. "Baby steps for the moment."

"What about you, Timmy?" He petted Tim's cheek.

"Thirsty." He nodded, not willing to share.

Rachel nodded, as Gar held her cheek softly.

"Let's get you something to drink."

"Take a break, Gar." Dick sat down beside her, as she played on the floor with Superman and Wonder Women.

Rachel looked up, as Dick smiled at her.

"You're on high alert, so relax for a while. I got Rachel, Conner and Tim are fast asleep."

"I could run." Gar spoke, as he patted Rachel's leg. Rachel nodded, Gar needed to run, he had been sitting still for too long.

"Go run!" She smiled, taking his hand, as she looked at him over.

Gar nodded, as he kissed her head. "You be good for Dick."

Rachel nodded as he got up, and walked out of the room, waving bye as he left the doorway.

Rachel smiled as Dick sat beside her, grinning back.

"How are you, baby?" Dick asked softly, pushing her bangs back.

"Numb." She admitted, crawling onto his lap.

"Today was a lot." Dick nodded, kissing her head. "You were supposed to be having a girls day with Tim."

Rachel nodded, into his chest as her eyes filled with tears.

"You had no reason to be on guard or alert." Dick kissed her head. "Today you weren't a superhero, just a sweet little girl having her Tim time."

"But why?" She looked up crying, "Why did they do that?"

Her mind was so numb, it wasn't fair.

Dick kissed her softly on the forehead. "One of the stores was being foreclosed, they took action into their own hands."

"But there were innocent people there... I didn't do anything wrong."

"I know." Dick nodded, wiping her tears. "Daddy and Grandpa fixed it."

Rachel nodded, as she cried softly.

"They are in jail, locked up." Dick spoke softly, holding her close.

Rachel nodded, as she cuddled deeper into Dicks arms.

"You know everything you're feeling right now, is okay, right?" Dick asked softly, kissing her head. "It's okay to be small, to let things run their course. You will snap out of this, maybe with a new personality, like Raven with."

"Where is Raven?" Rachel looked up, she couldn't feel her other half.

"Recovering too." Dick nodded, "Today never should have happened."

Rachel nodded. "I think I am beginning to hate Gotham."

Dick laughed gently.

"We'll go home soon." He promised.

Bath time turned out not to be Rachel's favorite thing, it took a while for Dick and Gar to get her in, as they promised not to leave her alone.

Gar sat at her head, rubbing her neck gently, as Dick sat at the doorway reading aloud.

Gar had given her bubbles, as she lay in the tub with her eyes glued to the flower which sprayed water from the happy face. It wasn't her favorite, but Gar used it to wash her arms, and it felt nice so she continued to do it.

"We're going to have to wash your hair." Gar spoke gently, as he sat up.

"No." She sat up and turned to him. "No water on my face."

"You will regret it when your mind resets." Gar spoke gently, as he showed her the shampoo. "Wanna smell pretty?"

She smelled the bottle, with a small nod.

"Okay head back." Gar kissed her forehead, as he placed a washcloth over her eyes. "There we go, now relax, I got you."

Rachel nodded, as she held on to the washcloth, as Gar carefully washed her hair out.

Everything was going fine, until Gar dropped the shampoo, and it fell heavy into the tub, causing a bang, as Rachel broke down in fear.

Screaming, she climbs out of the tub and into Gars hold, as the light above them breaks, as she cries her fears out.

"I am sorry." He whispered softly, as he kissed her. "I am so sorry."

"I'll get her medication." Dick spoke as he moved, unsure how to help them.

"Baby girl, you need to calm down." Gar told her softly. "I know you're terrified, today was too much. Way too much."

"It is too much!" Rachel cried into his shoulders, nodding, as he kissed her, keeping her safe.

"Can we stop screaming, just a little?" Gar asked softly, as she shook in his arms.

"Here, Rae, Daddy has your needle, can I give it to you?" Dick spoke from behind her, as she nodded.

"Little pinch for a big girl." He told her softly, as he cleaned the area and gave her the needle. "There we do, magic sauce to help us."

Rachel rocked into Gar, as she cried softly

"I know, it's too much." Gar kissed her softly, as he and Dick attempted to dress her as she cried.

Rachel found herself laying in Gars arms, as Dick rubbed her back, singing something soft in Roman.

"Dickie?"

A small voice walked into the room, as Tim found them on the bathroom floor.

"Mama no.." Tim walked over.

"We got her Timmy." Conner nodded, as they moved closer, laying down in the mix.

"My poor babies." Dick whispered, as they lay together. "Tomorrow will be better, we'll make it better."

"Promise?" Tim cherped up, as he placed his head on Rachels chest. Rachel wrapped her arm around him.

"Tomorrow, we will stay in the mansion. The stuff I ordered for you littles comes first thing in the morning." Dick smiled gently, as he ran his hand over Tim's face.

"More dresses?" Tim looked excited.

"I got you both a dress, hopefully Rea likes hers." Dick spoke softly, as she looked up. "If Rea is up for it. The boys and I will set up a party or something."

"Tea party." Gar nodded, as Rachel turned to him with a smile. "Yeah, that has her attention."

"Doesn't that mean we have to dress up?" Conner asked.

"You will be the prettiest!" Tim rolled into Conners chest.

Conner just laughed, and kissed Tim several times.

"I guess so." Gar nodded, as he kissed Rachel's head. "Hey, you littles want on the big cozy bed, it's right there."

Rachel smiled, as she looked to the bed and back to the mess they had made of the floor. Her bed was huge, she got a large bed to deal with her tossing and turning during her nightmares without her falling off the bed.

"You know, my back would be thankful for the change." Dick spoke, as he sat up, wrapping his arm around Rachel as he moved. "Okay, sweetheart, we need to move, is that okay?"

Rachel nodded as she sat up. "Daddy stay?"

"I'll stay." Dick promised.

Tim giggled as he crawled to the bed, as Rachel decided to follow, it was too much fun following Tim's lead. She could hear Gar and Conner laughing at the antics as they followed, before Rachel was lifted on to the bed, and reached for Gar.

"My girl." He cooed, picking her up and placing her on the bed. "You're doing very well, baby girl."

Rachel smiled up to him, as he sat down beside her.

"You're doing so good." Gar cooed to her, brushing back her hair, as she crawled into his arms.

"Dickie middle." Tim spoke, as Rachel cuddled into Gar.

"Alright."

The bed dipped down, as everyone settled into place.

"Does me being small bother you?" Rachel looked up to Gar.

Gars green eyes looked to her as he shook his head. "I suggested this. I want you to know you're safe."

Rachel nodded, her magic wasn't interfering with her feelings, but she felt so numb.

"You take your time." Gar kissed her head.

"When does the numbness go away?" She looked up to him.

"Once we stop drugging you with valium." Gar nodded, taking her hand. "Little steps for big problems."

Rachel nodded, placing her head above his heart.

"Little steps." Gar kissed her head, as he rubbed her back. "You hear me Timmy, little steps."

"Little feet!" Tim giggled back, behind Rachel.

"Yes, you have tiny feet, like Rachel." Gar nodded, petting her hair.

Tim must have jumped down, as Rachel looked to her toes, as he pulled back the blanket.

"You need colour!" Tim declared.

"In the morning, baby bird."

Rachel looked to Dick to see him smiling.

"You can paint her in the morning."

Tim cheered, as he cuddled close between Conner and Dick pulling them closer together.

"I am going to make you so pretty!" Tim nodded.

"Hear that baby girl?" Gar kissed her head. "Now you can have good dreams of being a dolly for Tim!"

"I can be a dolly?' Rachel found herself nodding at the idea.

"Tomorrow, silly bird's." Dick kissed her head gently. "Go to sleep and make happy dreams."

"Dream of tigers." Gar cooed to her.

#rachel roth #raven dc #dc titans #garfield logan #beast boy x raven #tim drake #beast boy #conner kent #dick grayson #timkon

1 note · View note

offbranddrpepsi · 3 years ago

Note

heya! I've never requested something before but I love your writing so much that I just have to x3 I have a really bad fear of spiders, you know, the whole shaking, crying, hyperventilating and freezing up stuff and most people either make fun of me for it or are annoyed when I ask them to remove it for me. I was wondering how my favourite agents would deal with a s/o with that problem. If it's not too much, Chamber, Cypher and Sova. Thank you for your amazing writing and have a wonderful day! <3

I hope all the spiders respect your personal bubble my dear anon, some are cute but jesus others are nightmares from the void. anyways, onto the reacts! this may be a tad short

Chamber doesn't make a big deal out of really anything and is always composed so the moment he sees you panicking and pointing at the offending creature he is ready to act. Calmly scoops up the spider in a cup before either placing it on the balcony or just yoting it out a window, which ever is faster and easier. Double checks for any additional unwanted guests before giving you the all clear and moving you out of the room the spider was in. Makes sure to regularly check for any spider webs or signs of spiders so there isn't a repeat of that.

Is really sweet about calming you down and is respectful of your fear, just really doesn't make a big deal out of it because in his mind doing so would make is worse. The first few times it happens he does nearly have a heart attack thinking you're in direct danger but returns to his usual self once he realizes it is just a spider.

Cypher would be a bit of an ass about it to be honest. He would handle the spider, killing or placing it outside, then would tease you about it until yelled at or until he no longer finds it funny. The informant does think your fear is cute and makes sure you know he is teasing you because of this and he actually doesn't really care much about your fear. Probably doesn't like bugs that much himself but doesn't really freak out, just kills them or relocates them then moves on so he does understand your issues with our eight legged menaces. Would wrap you up in a blanket and carry you away for cuddles after the spider is dealt with.

Would probably make little jokes to make it better like saying he slayed the mighty beast and saved the (insert preferred royal term here). If you laugh or smile it fuels him and makes every following spider removing more dramatic as well as theatrical.

Our lovely archer is by far the sweetest about the whole ordeal. He is practically the bases designated creepy crawly removal guy right next to Skye. Contains the threat then moves to scoop you up and take you to a safe cozy spot. Shows himself getting rid of the spider so you can rest easy it is in fact gone, will check for more if you want him to. Reassures you the entire time that it's alright, the spider was just confused and looking for a place to hide, he would never let a spider touch you or attack you. Would probably be the partner who would suggest trying to work on the fear so you can handle spiders better or at least not have a full breakdown due to one.

Sova would also be the partner that gets you those little brush spider grabbers or other extendable contraptions to trap one if he isn't there. Would also talk to the spider disapprovingly for scaring you. A tad bit silly but sees saying the spider is evil/making up some story for it as a good way to help since it takes the seriousness away. Sova is a partner who is very soft towards his s/o especially when they show emotion so expect a lot of love after a spider induced panic.

Side note: Sova was probably scared shitless of spiders as a kid so he really feels for his partner and their fear but would never mention he was once the same way.

#valorant sova #chamber valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant #cypher valorant #chamber headcanon #sova valorant #sova headcanons #cypher headcanon #spider mention

93 notes · View notes

methylphenidate-already-taken · 2 years ago

Text

Happy 8/8 motherfuckers

My first reform fic! with Cypress and Max. may or may not have been written originally as a self indulgent thing with a comfort character that turned into max instead.

summary: Cypress can’t sleep with her mind racing like this, Maxwell uses his calming presence to help

contents: Soft safe vore, digestion and reform, tooth rotting fluff.

Word Count: 2671

-----

Four in the god damn morning. Why was she on her phone again? Cypress rolled over to face her buddy. Max lay peacefully beside her, his chest rising and falling with steady slow breaths. A soft smile was on his face but it was a little obscured by the pillow he was nuzzled into. She looked back at her phone, then to him, then sighed.

She should have quit while she was ahead. Not that she was ever really ahead, but their sleepovers usually pushed away the feelings that made her chest hurt. Funny that, how emotions could affect you physically. Usually, the man didn’t have to do anything to help, just being in his company eased her mind a little. He was a friend, which in itself was enough, but he was such a fun person to be around! She enjoyed his company very much and the banter was always so exciting.

Of course then comes male validation, a sense of safety, and a cuddle buddy. All of these are very good things, she won’t deny, that also boost her mood.

But now, late at night, doomscrolling on her phone, her chest felt tight again. The room felt invasive. Her skin felt wrong. Basically, it was not a good time.

For some reason, the woman had it in her head that even though they had countless sleepovers, shared a bed during those nights, and snuggled on a regular basis, she would be a presumptuous monster by scooting closer to Max.

She really wished it was one of those nights where he snuggled her in his sleep like a teddy bear. But surprise surprise, he didn’t become a magic mind reader in his sleep either, so he stayed in his cozy position. Cypress sighed and set her phone down, rubbing her face with her hands. This was so damn frustrating.

Like any other night like this, exaggerations of her failures and shortcomings flooded her mind. Why was she here, wasting his time? Why wasn’t she working? Doing better? Being better? Cypress willed her mind to shut the fuck up for a moment. She didn’t even realize she had been tossing and turning since she had dropped her phone until she stopped. It wasn’t like she was flailing, but it was like she felt wrong no matter what position she was in. Like the space between her skin and muscle was itchy.

Cypress turned her head to Max once more. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Deciding her mind was being stupid, she did manage to bring herself closer to him. It’s not like their friendship would fall apart because of that one simple action, right? Right?? Oh god, plea-

That train of thought was interrupted by Max pulling her to his chest. She was frozen for a moment, realizing she had gotten what she wanted and trying very hard to fight the guilt that came from it.

She felt him shift again, seemingly holding her even closer before his lips made contact with the top of her head. She shivered, unsure of what to do, then he spoke.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry.” He assured her in a low, tired-but-kind-sounding tone. Cypress’s eyes widened, what did he mean? He was never so upfront like this. Normally she’d have to force herself to ask for assurances, even if he was more than happy to comply. The woman leaned her forehead against his chest.

“How did you…?” She asked, trailing off because it might have been a silly question.

“You were rolling around in bed a lot, the shifting woke me up, plus I can smell the discomfort.” He explained, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“Smell it? Oh god I’m so sorry should I go shower-“

“Easy, Cypress~! You’re alright.” The mini-giant chuckled a little, moving his hand to hold the back of her head gently. “It’s a pred thing. I don’t usually notice it too much anymore but you had it invade my dreams”

Cypress breathed deeply and resisted the urge to start shaking. “I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up or ruin your sleep-“

She was cut off by the giant’s playful growl as he moved to curl around her. “Shhhh, it’s alright, sleepy giant’s got you. Everything’s gonna be okay~”

Cypress was a little too stunned to speak but relaxed in his curled-up hold.

“You’re precious, Cypress. I won’t let the smell of worry or a sleepless night take you away from me” he assured her, stroking her hair gently. “Relaaaaax~”

She melted into the touch, he was so warm, so comfortable, her brow slowly began to unfurrow as she held on loosely to his sleep shirt.

He only held her tighter, doing his best to keep her hidden from the outside world. A low rumble began in his throat that bubbled up into a purr, causing his chest to vibrate against her.

In truth, the giant had been looking for an excuse to do this for quite a while. He loved holding his beloved prey closely, protecting her, even if it was from her own thoughts. There was such satisfaction in watching her worry fade, the scent dissipate, her breathing calm.

He tilted his head toward hers, guiding her face away from him and beginning to lick her forehead gently, causing her hair to plaster back. He smiled when she giggled softly, the tickle making her focus back in on the moment.

“I’m glad I woke up, I wouldn’t wanna miss this~” he cooed. Every exhale made his purr louder for a second and washed warm breath over her head.

Cypress was bombarded with emotion. Relief was the main one like he was lapping up all her worry, but also excitement, a little overwhelm pricked up too. Cypress melted into the affection, face scrunched up once more as she absentmindedly flutter-kicked her feet.

As Cypress relaxed, the man seemed to get more thorough with his licks. She had to close her eyes to avoid getting slime in them and soon her hair was drenched to the root. Was he… kneading her back? Man, she had to stop almost crying when he got affectionate like this.

Eventually, he parted himself from her face, a few strands of saliva connected between her and his mouth that were easily wiped off by his hand. “I think… I want a midnight snack~” he purred, giving her a peck on her damp forehead.

“It’s past midnight, technically-“ Cypress stammered out, now suddenly red in the face. “But I’m still definitely up for that-!”

“Good~” Max cooed, uncurling himself from her and moving to sit up against the back of the bed, dragging her with him. “Let me melt your worry away, take you in, make you mine~” he chuckled when Cypress shivered in his hold. To really dig the point in, he yawned, revealing his warm, damp, inviting maw with its lovely sharp pearly whites. He could feel her getting warmer in his hands, loving knowing that he was successful in distracting his once distressed prey.

Cypress hadn’t clued in until he mentioned melting that he wanted to digest her tonight. But that actually sounded perfect. Who’s to say she wouldn’t wake up and dwell while in there?

“Lay down for me,” the giant told her after a moment, setting her down on the plush bed once more. She did as she was told, propping her head up on one of his massive pillows and watching him curiously as he moved on top of her.

“Max?” She asked, eyes locked with his own.

“Yes?” He replied.

“Thank you”

Max grinned and like the usual show-off he was, lowered himself down like the start of a push-up to peck her lips gently.

“Don’t thank me,” he told her “I don’t like that. Just enjoy- also, don’t dwell on that or I’ll bite you~.”

That was a smart thing to say because just as she was about to have to throw hands with guilt again she laughed. “Who says I don’t wanna be bit?” A fire seemed to light in Max’s eye at the teasing and he lowered himself once more to nibble and suck on her shoulder. The warm laughter that came from her made him incredibly happy, and after a few more moments of that, he ducked back, disappearing under the blankets. Cypress rose a brow, unsure of what to expect until suddenly he pulled her legs under. She yelped as her feet made contact with something warm and wet but snapped to her senses a moment later with a smile. “You’re such a dork~!” She laughed.

Max paid her no mind as he licked at her feet. He didn’t linger long, though, he swallowed thickly, dragging her calves into his throat. She instantly relaxed, absentmindedly wiggling her toes as he pulled them deeper into himself.

The giant couldn’t help but groan with pleasure as he swallowed up her thighs and her feet breached into his tight stomach. She was just too damn cute! Such good prey, so willing to be crammed into his belly, excited for it, even. Because he was still so sleepy, he worked lazily up to her hips, struggling a little with them before getting past them and dragging her under the blankets completely. She was full-on giggling now; even in the dark, she could picture his face so clearly as he gobbled her up.

As he reached her chest, she had to bend her knees in his belly. He rumbled in pleasure, and she was completely in his throat before she knew it. Drool fell from his lips as he snuggled up back onto the bed and pillows. He massaged at her all the way down into his belly and patted the warm, rounded mass firmly. Cypress felt herself being squished as she was pushed into his stomach and even more so when he curled around it.

“Oh you hit the spot~” Max purred, slowly running a hand over his middle. It groaned and gurgled happily around its prey, greeting her like an old friend. Cypress immediately felt the walls squeeze her. She was already curled up so tightly inside him, being squished more, causing her to hold her breath temporarily.

His toes curled, and he had to go back to laying on his back to feel it all. His skin was pulled taught around her form, abs stretched nearly flat in order to accommodate his prey. “Comfortable in there?” he asked, “because you feel great out here~” it was true. he was so full. The mass inside him fought for space with his organs, causing him to breathe a little more shallowly. The feeling was absolutely intoxicating.

Cypress couldn’t bring herself to do much besides chirp happily and nuzzle into place. He was so strong that even the lazy rubs he gave to his belly felt like a full-on massage to her. He could already feel his eyes fighting to close, his body wanting to sleep off the big meal. Max refused. He would be there until his prey passed out. He would be there for her.

“So tasty~ you know that?” He teased, giving her a hearty pat. “You fill me up just right. It’s like you were made for this~.”

Max grinned as he felt her flush inside of him, the heat adding to his already warm middle. It was starting to rumble now, trying to squish her more and knead enzymes into her skin.

While that could be agonizing to anyone, If Max so chose, it was warm, tingling, soothing to Cypress as it worked to break her down slowly. He hummed happily and squeezed his middle to give her his best attempt at a hug, which she reciprocated by gently squirming, knowing he liked it.

“You’re amazing,” Cypress finally piped up for the first time since she got in there. It was breathless, almost as if she was in a trance. “So so so amazing” unlike Max, she had been awake the whole night, so she was already losing the fight for consciousness.

“I know~” Max chuckled in response, chest swelling a little with pride, “but shhhh, now. I’m going to keep you warm, safe… loved~” his sharp teeth were revealed once more when she squirmed at that last bit. He grabbed his stomach, squeezing it hard enough to stop Cypress from breathing for a moment.

This was exactly what she wanted. Exactly. The squeeze pinned her completely for a moment, and once again, she marvelled at his strength. He eased up, going back to rubbing, and she tuned in to his words.

“My sweet, delicious Cypress~” His toes curled when his stomach gave a particularly satisfying gurgle. “You’re all mine~”

Max was properly aware of how weak she was now, feeling the curves of her body start to dull and flatten into one round shape that fit his belly. “I have you. forget the anxiety, forget the depression for the night; you’ll feel how much I love and enjoy you~.”

Cypress would argue, really, and some little bitch boy part of her brain wanted to. But his sweet voice dripped with real, genuine honey. He loved this just as much as she did. She couldn’t feel much anymore besides the pressure of him from all sides. They were what was still holding her together and what would soon undo her, dispersing her throughout his body.

“I love your sweet voice and kind attitude and yo- UURP” Max was cut off by a belch. “Heh-“ he poked at his stomach, “and your taste, you’re almost gone now aren’t you then?” His stomach responded with a symphony of rumbles, gurgles, glorps and more.

“I love you so much…~” Max’s tone softened as he knew his prey was close to unconsciousness “Cypress, you are wonderful, and I’m so glad I met you.” Firm hands massaged her soft form as it weakly squirmed to indicate it was still there. “Rest now. Become a part of me~”

…

The squirming had stopped, she was gone. Max rolled back to his side, curling around his still active middle as it digested the slurry that was once Cypress’s body. His own body softened as more mass was added to it, some muscle, some fat. If anything, it highlighted his strong arms and made his belly look quite comfortable to lay on.

Sleep came easy to him. Max was full. Happy. Cypress was safe with him. No one could get to her. She could only feel his warmth and love for her. The sounds of digestion kept on till morning when he woke up and stretched, revealing his tummy as his shirt rose up. It took him a moment to remember who was on his body, but once he did, he purred and hummed happily, pressing against his middle.

“Good morning, Cypress~” He spoke aloud, hugging himself gently. He could feel her padding him slightly all over, keeping him a little warmer during the fridged morning.

He couldn’t keep his hands off his nearly empty middle as he set up for the morning. No one was in the house to see but he still felt a sense of pride from holding his vulnerable friend somewhere safe and comfortable on him.

They lingered together well into the afternoon. Max wanted to pump her full of as many happy thoughts as he could. In return, she gave him such a warm feeling of satisfaction. Despite her being unconscious, he could still feel her mutual love.

It was late afternoon by the time he decided he would reform her. Though taking her off of him was a little disappointing, she made up for it with plenty of praises, kisses, hugs, and affection.

Dinner that was cooked with love was offered to her, and the delighted woman spent the evening with her loving pred.

“You’re not hungry?” She asked when she saw he wasn’t having anything

“Nah~” he replied with a warm smile, and he pulled her close to him.

#aaaaaa #i did it #here it is #8/8 #vore day #soft vore #safe vore #comfort vore #tw reformation #tw digestion #oc: cypress #Oc: maxwell #i fuckin love reform my guys #should come up with a ship name for these two #vore writting

50 notes · View notes

iceprincessviviane · 4 years ago

Text

Eyes in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere). Trilogy - part one. Next part.

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, sugestive content, threats, blood, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade was watching Y/N for some time, trying to stay in the shadows. Unfortunately voices and thoughts won against the logic and he want her now on his side forever.

Author's note: Inspiration from a lot of things, but especially: Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast. This used to be oneshot, but I changed my mind, ut will be trilogy. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colour are Y/N thoughts.

Y/N didn’t know when was the last time she ran for her life. Probably during one of the pillagers attack on the village or maybe in the Nether. But none of them was that type. Now she was being chased by something way much more dangerous than besties. At the moment, she’s being followed by the Blood God himself. Despite the aching and pain of her muscles and her throat feeling dry from gasping for air, Y/N was still asking herself how did on earth this happen?

~*~

Y/N always loved books and reading, she came to Smp two weeks after Foolish arrival. Actually her friendship with him leaded her here. They exchanged the letters and she was interested in staying somewhere for a while. After some time, she decided to come. Her divine friend already started to build his summer home and had few buildings done. She stayed there for few couple of days, they decided to build something for herself. She already have met most of Smp members including Dream Team, Bench Trio and rest, but owning home, place for stay was good idea. Sometimes Y/N liked to be alone. Eret allowed her to build something behind his castle, it was always nice to have someone close.

It took time before she ended house, it was cozy one with big field in front, farms, cellars and most important - library with enchanting place. It was huge, biggest part of the house with plenty of regals and reading spots. Y/N loved to spend there time and collectin more books or texts. Foolish had a lot of ancient scrolls or manuscripts and liked to share them with her. They could spend hours discussing about their favourite ones.

Books caused that Y/N met Phil, because he was the second person on the Smp, which had great collection from centauries. Shark god took her at trip to Tundra. Y/N was excited to meet such person and nervous too. Happily, everything went all right, Technoblade wasn't that time in home, so they had chilling conversation. Winged man was very curious about her skills and enchants. Of course during his travells and lifespan he met enchanters, but didn't paid much attention to them. Now, he could meet one in chill ocassion. Their three had a lot of talking, giggling and being wholesome. Phil promised to borrow more interesting books and Y/N said, that she can give some enchantments.

When Technoblade came back he immediately felt, that Foolish was there with... someone else... someone new. It smelled like pine and old paper, very nice. Phil told him about visitors and Y/N, he ignored it a little bit, but voices... voices liked this smell a lot.

'So strange.' 'Which woman can smell like that?' 'Where is she living?'

}*{

Y/N was peaceful person with no intention to harm anybody, staying in her place. She stayed in positive relations with almost everyone, providing needed enchantments and helping caused, that a lot of members were friendly to her. Y/N liked to hanging out with Bench Trio, although they were sometimes so chaotic. Usually she went mining with Ranboo, when it was needed, cutting trees with Tommy for his buildings and staying in Snowchester with Tubbo. That is why she came with almost everyone, when Tommy and Tubbo were in Dream bunkier fighting with him. Discs were just items, but... Dream's obsession, it was dangerous and teenagers were her friends. After that a lot of things changed. Putting him into Pandora's Vault was meant to protect them, but she was getting cold shivers each time she looked at black walls of prison. Knowing that everyone could be locked there...

After Egg's influence grew stronger she tried to find some infromations about it and how could ghe possible defeat it, but that took time. Foolish and Phil were so helpful handing their ancient texts, to make research. Suddenly with crimson vines everywhere, Smp became less safer, at least she felt it that way. More members were busy with their business and stuff, they finally could do them, when Dream was locked. For example Foolish agreed to build big mansion for Tubbo and Ranboo, which got platonical marriage and Tommy started his hotel. Meeting Michael was so wholesome and funny, little zombie piglin started to like her and at each visit she read him fairy tales and stories.

Y/N decided to not think about bad sides of Smp, just being busy and tried to help, if someone needed it. Before Doomsday wandering around could be dangerous, especially for La'Manburg citizens, because Dream and Technoblade were unpleasant for them. Now she enjoyed visiting almost everyone everywhere. After a few visits, she could tell that something was wrong, Y/N couldn't tell what, but it was almost like being watched, blaming Egg and vines was her answer for that, but actually why? Why did it do that? She would never joined their side. Never ever. Sometimes she spotted the Phil's corws, but that wasn't a s surprise, birds were telling him a lot of informations around the Smp. Easy way to know almost everything.

}*{

Y/N was heading to her house, stepping at Prime Path. In opposite direction she spotted Quackity, slowly walking by from prison direction, which was surprise. She smiled softly to him and he smiled back.

"What's up?" Big Q asked when got closer to her.

"It's good I am coming back home, need to eat and get some nap, and you?"

"I... ended some buisness." His face stiffened and his look became more serious.

Y/N nodded little unsure about his changed emotions. Suddenly she spotted that his sleeve is covered in fresh blood.

"Are you hurt?" She asked worried.

Quckity looked at his shirt as surprised as she and frowned, he checked axe which hanged down from his belt.

"I guess so then, but I don't know where did that come from."

"Let me take care of this." Y/N suggested with warm smile. "My home is closer than Las Nevadas."

After a few moments he nodded in agreement. They together headed to her place. Weather started to become stormy, dark cloud covered the sun, threating to start raining.

Then went inside, but when she was closing door, feeling of being watched hit her with dubled strength. House was in the spine forest, but fenced and had a gate. In filed were some farms, trees and small garden, but everything seemed to look normal. Big Q sat on the couch in living room and Y/N brought bandages, water in bowl and even healing potion. He rose sleeve, wound wasn't long, but deep, something cut his arm, probably weapon.

"It doesn't look good, but you will be okay." She said after looking at cut.

"Good." He sighed with relief.

"What did make it? Do you have an idea?"

Big Q looked dead in her eyes and remained silence. Of course he knew what, but he didn't even noticed the wound before leaving the prison. Well, someone will pay for this.

"Maybe working at Las Nevadas, you know... I am still building there." He spoke after a while.

"Oh... ye you have right, but be careful next time." Y/N suggested and started to work on cut carefuly. Starting on cleaning, then gently bandaged it.

"Thank you." Big Q said after seeing the results.

"No problem, just don't walk around with untreated wound." Y/N giggled softly.

He stood up and moved his eyes on windows. Black clouds didn't go away, even became worse.

"I will go now, weather is getting worse, I want to be in home before storm." Big Q said with soft smile.

"Of course, see you next time."

After he left, big storm came, darkness fell upon the Smp, rain and wind were too strong, for coming outside. Y/N decieded to take a chance and nap. She baked some cookies and sit down on a couch with another book, which Phil borrowed her. Only the torches gave light, sometimes thunderbolt stroke and filled room with unatural blue light. Drops hit hardly, making loud sounds, but Y/N was too much into a book. Two hours has passed and slowly night was coming. She moved eyes to meet clock, yep that was supper time, put the book away and up, Gods thr storm didn't let go. Y/N watched for a while outside, then go to kitched. She grabbed blanket and wrapped it around her posture, damn there were cold.

Again feeling of being watched kicked in. She was alone at home, that was sure thing. Outside was deep dark and behind the windows was the wall of the water. Y/N bite her lip and shook head, it was just her imagination, a feeling which stayed for no reason after putting Dream into Pandora's Vault. She took an kettle and suddenly was seeing something in the corner of the eye, something red and unusual in the spine forest. Her figure frozen when she moved back eyes. Deep in the dark, around sprouce trees in the line of forest, Y/N spotted pair of shinning, red eyes, high above the ground. They were locked at her figure.

'This has to be spider... or something else...'

Right after this thought, ceature turned back and disappeard in the darkness, cold shiver went down at Y/N spine. What was that? And why it was here? At least she was safe in home...

}*{

'More.' 'Training is boring, let's find someone to fight.' 'We demand blood.'

Technoblade sighed and stopped, voices today were very, very loud. That was why he decided to train, but during it, they became even worse. He hid sword and walked into home. Phil wasn't here today, he had to do something, but didn't bother to tell him what it was. Blade went back to home by his old path through the forest. His training place was near the cottage, but still hidden from common people. All members of Syndicate knew where it was. First of all he need to take shower. When cold water touched his skin, he felt like even his bloodlust became less, quiet hiss left his lips. He earned some chafings this week. Next, he changed his clothes to common and made a cup of tea, then sit in the kitchen. Immediately his thoughts went to Y/N.

Somehow voices were acting diffrent around her and he even found himself acting that way. They were focused around Y/N and he was more calm, like just her pressence was comforting him. Technoblade remembered their first meeting, it was common day, when someone knocked on the door. He opened it and rose his eyebrows in surprise, outside was standing fragile woman, without any armor and only with trident on her back. They shared awkward eye contact, when suddenly she introduced herself as Y/N. Of course he saw her couple of times, but it wasn't officialy. Y/N has known who was he for sure, she swallowed hard and looked down with shyness. Phil yelled across the room, that she could come in. Ah yes... she loved to read books and his old friend was borrowing her them a lot. Technoblade again felt the spine and old papers smell, for him, it could stay here forever. After short visit, Y/N took books, gave back book of enchantment and left.

Techno's curiosity has increased, when he heard about her more. She was peaceful, friendly soul, completly opposite of him, maybe that was, why he felt so... diffrent around her and voices too. Piglin hybrid enjoyed watching her from the distance, in the shadows, but lately... lately it wasn't enough. Now he wanted to breathe at Y/N scent, holding her close and pressed soft kisses at forehead. He was under voices pressure so long and now his salvation was so close. But what would he make it? As longer he has thought of that, a diffrent ideas came to his head. She was delicate creature, he had to get plan at all. Techno knew almost everything about her: hobbies, traditions, friends and fighting skills. Phil told him a lot about enchanters, they could make enchanting books after years of studying and had magic talent sometimes. As they knew, Y/N could enchant books at any spell, so she had to studied a lot. Technoblade sighed and grabbed his cloak, time to keep an eye on few things.

'Let's not go quietly!' 'Let's go quiet as grave...' 'Blood for the Blood God!'

}*{

That was busy week, Y/N could only one time saw Foolish and Phil, but whole Smp seemed a little bit diffrent... luckily she was able to go on mining trip with Ranboo and Eret visited her with a couple of books, which were about Smp. Now was afternoon and sun slowly started to set, she was heading to her house, where waited for her snow fox, which she found in Snowchester. Cute, little ball of fur stole Y/N heart immediately. When she finally stepped inside, Snowflake - that how she named it, ran into her squeaking high.

"What happend my little one?" She knelt down and pet it's head.

Fox looked at her with big brown eyes and squeaked once more, then jump into her arms.

"Oh oh oh... are you afraid of something?" Y/N hugged Snowflake and looked around. Everything in home seemed normal, door was closed, in a field same, animals were quite nervous, but everything was good. She frowned and stepped inside, then put fox into basket with small blanket.

"I will bring you some berries, you will like it for sure." Y/N smiled gently.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any at this moment in home, Snowflake was there only for three days, so she couldn't make berries farm so fast, because she had to set up a space. Luckily, she lived around coniferous forest, so didn't even hesiatate, Y/N just grabbed backpack and went outside. Sun was lower in the sky, but still it was warm and brightly. Birds were humming quietly and around was quite quiet. Berries bush weren't so far, she founed some, but in order to make supplies, decided to find more, then plant them around the house. It would spared the time and work.

"Y/N." She heard deep, lazy voice and immediately turned at it's direction.

The Blade was standing under big sprouce tree with satisfied grinn on his lips. Eyes locked on Y/N figure, which completly froze at the sight of him. She have never been with him alone, in tundra always Phil or Ranboo were around, now it felt... strange and risky, she still remembered what happend to La'Manburg citizens.

"Technoblade." Y/N spoke softly, being careful to not crack her voice, despite building feeling of fear. She noticed, that piglin hybrid under his royal, crimson cloak was wearing armor, probably not his best one, but still enough to win fight. Part of hair made into bun, rest were freely in his back and shoulders. From his belt was hanging netherite sword and netherite axe was sticking out from behind. She spotted, that his weapons were a little covered in blood, same as his sleeves and parts of shirt. He was killing monsters right? Or just hunting? Uncomfortable, awkward silence reminded between them, only forest noises distrubed it from time to time.

Voices were too loud today, too agressive, too greedy, killing monsters and pillagers wasn't enough, Quackity has already tasted his steel, well he deserved that after showing up in Y/N home. He had so much fun with him, but after that he needed some rest, comfort and calm. That is why without even thinking too much Technoblade went straight to Y/N house. He hoped, that everything will change, that he finally will has some break from voices, violence and killing. Of course he liked his way to be... but yes sometimes, you have to make a nap.

"Are you wounded?" Y/N asked quietly breaking the silence. After all, if he needed help, she would help him, without hesitation.

Technoblade's grinn became more sinister, he put hand on sword hilt and slowly tilted his head on right side.

"This isn't my blood." He said without caring at all.

"Oh, that's good then..." Y/N whispered, but he could hear that.

Piglin hybrid studied her posture, she had only trident at her back, backpack in left hand, no armor, no more weapons. Poor little girl, that's not how you are going outside your home, she was literally unarmed in his eyes.

"So... what are you doing here? Alone? In the forest?" Technoblade asked and moved closer to her.

The way he spoke these words, made Y/N shiver inside, outside, she grabbed her backpack harder. Surely there was nothing to worry about, she has never done something wrong to him or Philza, she wasn't dangerous or wanted to has any power. Techno is probably just passing by. Suddenly he was so close, now she could for real see the height diffrence, for the gods sake, her head reached around his breastbone. Y/N looked up only to meet piglin hybrid's burning gaze.

"I... I was collecting berries for my snow fox. Something scared her, so I thought that she will calm down after getting some and I ran out of them..." she suttered and swallow hard.

"How sweet." Technoblade commented and his smile widened.

"So... you are just passing by?"

"Not really."

Sudden grip on her chin caught Y/N off guard. Technoblade forced her to look straight into his eyes. His face stiffened a little bit, she hissed quietly, when claws touched harder gentle skin. Then she realised... Blade's eyes were red and she heard, that it could glow in darkness. Her skin became pale and pupils widened. It was him, that time during a storm, he was watching her...

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked quietly, without any clue, what was going on.

'She is so innocent.' 'We love her scent.' 'Let her know.'

"I have something to tell you." He leaned and immediately her scent hit him harder, resisting to take deep breath wasn't that easy.

"What excatly?"

"I was watching you for a while Y/N. Belive me or not I found that interesting, because your pressence is calming for me, I can fall asleep while listening your voice and push away my violence behaviour, when you are around." He stroked her cheek by his thumb and smiled haughty. "I am always getting , what I want and I want that so badly, you can't even imagine."

Y/N shook head and made few steps back, leaving his grip, couldn't belive what she just heard. That's impossible.

"I don't know what to say... I can admit, that I had strange feeling of being watching but... I blamed the Egg..." She looked deep into his eyes, trying to put everything together. "What do you mean, you are always getting, what are you want? How am I suppose to understand that?"

"Listen sweetheart, we can do this in two diffrent ways: good or bad. If you choose first one, fine politely you will go with me. Second way? Well I can be very convincing, when I want to." Technoblade frowned.

None of this options was good for her. Y/N sighed and her shoulders dropped. She couldn't do anything literally...

"Come on princess. I can take care of you, I promise, you will be happy." He gave her his hand, but gripped sword hilt harder.

Y/N always avoided the conflicts and argues, never has started any, that was easier and better way to live. She could take care of her interests, powers anf friends by being supportive or neutral. Technoblade's behaviour made her shiver and feel sick, there was no guarantee that he will keep his words, even if it were sweet and promising. Y/N knew that fighting him was pointlees, he were ten thousand better than her, she didn't even have armor or second weapon. But surrender just like that? Without any resistance? She always was determinated, miss 'you can always find a way, solution'. Not a chance.

"I think I have better option, which lay in the middle." Y/N smiled gently.

"Well, tell me then." Technoblade rose his eyebrows with curiosity.

With one smooth move, she put backpack on and immediately started to run. The Blade's pupils widened, he burst out laughing.

"It will be funny."

She has known, that she needed to lose him in forest. Going to home wouldn't help, because door or gate couldn't stop Blood God. Lost him and then ran away from Smp, at least her current living location. Y/N realized that she couldn't even ask for help anyone. Probably Technoblade would come after her friends, helpers, so that was it. Y/N versus The Blade, she was on her own.

'How did she dare to run away from us?!' 'Chase her, catch her.' 'Faster, faster, faster!'

It seemed like running away from Tommy for fun, came in handy and long trips with Ranboo caused her to move fast through forest. Y/N nimbly jumped over obstacles and avoid rocks or roots. Her pace wasn't the fastes, but she could hold it for pretty long time. She wasn't thinking a lot, just tried to run away as far as she could.

'Don't look back, don't look back, it will make you slower.'

Hiding could be good idea, but not now. As long as he was close, she couldn't stop at all. Breaking through the forest was only hearing noise, soon, she heard her heavy breathing. Heading to unknown direction wasn't so wisely, but Y/N had no choice. After a few minutes, she stopped to catch breath. Around was sudden so quiet, cold shiver went down at her spine. Too quiet.

"Already tired?" Technoblade's voice surprised her from left side.

She turned head, just to see him leaning against the tree. In his right hand he held sword, didn't even look like he was running.

"You can't outrun me little one. A lot of people tried, now they are dead." He aimed sword at her. "We can end this farce here. I am not mad, honestly, you made me smile a little bit."

"You will have to catch me, if you want me going with you." Y/N said and then continue to run away.

"Oh I will princess, that's what predator does to the prey."

Y/N started to feel really tired, muscles aching, throat dry from gasping for air, hair dispelled and cheeks red. She ran for a while, but now had to stop. Technoblade immediately appeared in her field of vision. He was walking carefuly, but still looked intimidating.

"Don't come closer!" She released a cry.

Piglin hybrid stopped about eight meters away. He leaned sword against the ground and looked at her with curious gaze.

'Here she is, our reward.' 'Let's finally take her with us.' 'We like that sound.'

"I think, I just caught you." A little grinn appeared on his lips.

She looked straight into his eyes. Her gaze full of fear met a calm and determination. Y/N didn't even want to think what would happend, if he fulfilled his desires. Gods sake, she was free human being, none could take her freedom, she didn't ask for this. In an act of desperation, with the last of her strength, she used her powers. Feeling of warm through fingers and energy drained from her veins, but then burning light. In Technoblade's towards direction flew literally fireball, but he was too skilled for this. He made a dodge and looked at Y/N with mix of proud and shock. She dropped to her knees, struggling to stay conscious, despite the pain at her whole body and tired mind and unclear vision. Technoblade immediately was with her, he knelt down and support her, by putting arm around her waist. Y/N leaned back against his chest, fatigue prevailed over reason.

"Enough for today princess. You run out, if you will keep resisting." He whispered calmly.

"Please, please... please I don't want this, I want to go home." Her voice was cracking, tears strimming down at her cheeks.

"Hush darling, everything will be all right."

Technoblade's body radiated warm, his tone suddenly was so calming and sleepy. She wanted to close eyes so badly, but still fear was too big.

"You are safe, nothing can hurt you I promise."

After this words Y/N gave up and lost consciousness. Sun went down and shadows became longer and darker.

}*{

Phil careful closed the doors, then walked quietly down. Technoblade sat in kitchen with cup of hot tea, he immediately looked at his old friend, his eyes were worrying.

"Y/N is good, she lost consciousness, because was too tired. You said that, she used her powers."

"It was literally fireball, but I dodge that easy."

"Well, now we know about her powers at least... interesting, what you are going to do, when she wake up?" Phil asked and sat in opposite site.

"I know, that you are not glad about this, but I will figure this out. She won't cause any troubles." Techno's voice became deeper.

Winged man sighed and looked at his friend. He knew what he was going through, when voices became louder and demanded blood, each moment of silence or when they were quiet, Technoblade cherished and tried to make it worth. Phil couldn't be angry or mad for his friend about that deed, but... he was torn.

"Come on spit it out. I can see that you want to tell something important." Piglin hybrid said slowly.

"We were through a lot of shit, we know each other for almost ages and we blew up the nation for gods sake, kidnapping isn't the worst thing you have done, but..." Phil started and looked at Techno. "I wish you best and everything good, but I don't know how will I act around. Y/N has come to me for books, we were talking about stuff, I gave her cookies and tea. How will I explain, that I am supporting your decision? And I am always on your side." Phil said aloud his worries.

"I will give her time to get used to. After certain amount of time Y/N will understand." The Blade was lost in his thoughts.

He was so greatful of his friend statement, but still a little bit unsure. This case shloudn't affect on their relationship or Phil's life. Honestly Technoblade belived that his pressence will comfort Y/N at least, as he said they were close and enjoyed each other company.

"Someone will notice her disappering. What then? And Ranboo is visiting us a lot." Phil sighed a little.

"I've got this, trust me."

"I trust you with my own life." Winged man nodded.

}*{

Sunlight kissed her skin gently, when it showed up on window. Y/N felt softness under herself and on her back. Quiet sigh left her lips, when she opened eyes. In the room was very bright, but for sure it wasn't her room. Immediately cold shiver went down at her spine. Still weak, she tried to lift herself, because she was lying on stomach. Bed was big, with good beddings and pillows.

"Don't move, you are still weak." Technoblade's voice was soft, but loud.

Y/N bite her lip and then lifted head. He was standing near the bed and observing curiously, looking completly diffrent. White, linen shirt and high waisted, leather trousers, hair braided tighly. In this version he was... more open and accessible, not so scary.

"Where am I?" She asked slowly and rolled at her back with quiet hiss. Muscles still hurt and throat was dry.

"In my house, in tundra safe and..." He cut off, while noticed that Y/N is trying to get up. "What did I say?" He stepped closer and sat on bed.

She sat unsure on mattress, just to met Technoblade here, he gripped again her chin, as in the forest and forced her to look at him. This time it was more gently.

"Darling please..."

"You can't take my freedom!"

His eyes darkened immediately and Y/N regreted her words. She swallowed hard, when Blade looked deep into her eyes.

"Of course I can and I will, if you don't behave good. If you didn't notice, you aren't chained or tied, but pretty comfy in my bed." He said slowly with threat in his voice. "Think about it."

Technoblade released her and got up. She looked down thinking about situation, yes he didn't tied her, but still it wasn't good case. Y/N just wanted to be free, do stuff which she want and meet friends. Maybe Smp wasn't perfect, but still now it was her home, there were a lot of wars or argues, but she still had house and persons which she cared about and this was mutual, now everything was unsure.

"I am just afraid... " Y/N whispered quietly.

"As I said earlier you are safe here, you are safe with me. Nothing can hurt you." Techno grabbed bowl with soup and came back. "Here, eat, you need to recover."

"Thanks." She smiled weakly to him, took bowl and started to eat slowly.

'Good girl.' 'She will behave for sure.' 'We can teach her a lesson.'

Y/N was napping for the rest of the day, Technoblade gave her one of their books, so she wasn't bored. Probably tomorrow or next day she will stand up.

The sound of closing doors, caused her to closed book and put it away. Piglin smiled gently and took off his shirt suddenly. Y/N eyes became big.

"Wait wait wait..."

"Calm down princess, I am just going to sleep, nothing else." Technoblade smirked for her panic.

"So... where shloud I move?" Y/N asked looking around the room.

"Nowhere. You are staying here with me."

Immediately her cheeks went slighty red. She looked at him curiously. His pink skin seemed gentle from the distance, a lot of scars marked his chest and arms. Some of them little, some of them large, the biggest one was through both sides of chest. Technoblade released his hair and came closer. Y/N moved to make him some space. He laid down, she followed his steps but remain distance.

"Goodnight." She said and turned back from him.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

He blow up torches near the bed and silence fell upon them. Not even a five minutes passed, when Y/N felt sudden grip on her waist. She froze, Technoblade hugged her and pressed kiss on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Quiet whisper left her lips.

"Snuggling and cuddling." He whispered softly.

Y/N couldn't help, she giggled quietly. Techno took this as premission, her back touched his chest and second hand slowly stroked her hair.

#c!techno x you #dsmp fandom #dream smp #philza #c!technoblade x you #c!technoblade x reader #c!techno #yandere dream smp x reader #yandere dream smp x you #yandere #c!yandere!technoblade #yandere technoblade x reader

532 notes · View notes

landothemuppet · 3 years ago

Note

Peter or tom taking care of sick overworked stressed and just generally burned out reader please

sick days and an idiot || (t.h)

Word count: 704

pairing: actor!tom holland x publicist!readr

N/A: okay it's short, but it's the concept of a blurb, am i right? I hope you will like it. I allowed myself to choose the reader's work and include a funny little situation. - lot of love! xx

taglist: @angeliquekalampoka @harryhollandsgirlfriend @cedricdiggorysimpp @hogwartsmarvelmommy - if you want to be notified of all my future writings you can add yourself in my taglist : here

Fall was your favorite season, but it was also the time when you fell ill the fastest. The reason was simple: you were still stubbornly wearing summer clothes when the weather got cooler. And it only took a few days from the start of October for you to catch a cold. You had a sore throat, you had chills and sweats. No doubt you had a little fever, but the reckless one you were hadn't wanted to check. To top it off, the work was not easy. You had had several meetings during the day for several different clients. You have also been negotiating partnership contracts with several brands. But at the end of the afternoon, you felt exhausted, sore, livid. Your boyfriend came home from a late round of golf and you shivered as the wind blew through the front door.

"Darling, I'm home"

You didn't answer, unsure of the sound of your too hoarse voice. Your fragile health has betrayed you since you have coughed a few times. Tom just had to follow your coughing fit. You were wrapped in a fluffy plaid, cozy socks, your nose was red and your eyes were shining.

"Oh, my poor baby" he pained you.

Your boyfriend approached you to kiss your temple, not without protesting that you were sick. He couldn't get sick too, he had a press tour coming up soon.

"Stay away from me, you can’t be sick"

Tom shook his head before heading to the kitchen. He took out your favorite mug and his from the cupboard, setting them on the counter while he filled the electric kettle and took out the tea. You watched him do it with a feeling of fullness. This man was far too perfect. The brunette then leaned into the bottom cabinet to grab the heating pad you usually use during your painful period. He placed it in the microwave with a cup of water, to heat the object safely.

"How was your day, love?" Tom asked.

"Horrible. One of the brands that sponsors my client has a photoshoot scheduled without notifying us first."

"It sucks ..."

"And you'll never guess but ... I also got a call for a social media affair. One of my clients ... I wouldn't say who" you insisted your gaze on Tom, eyes piercing. "…posted on his Instagram story" you paused, giving him time to realize your words. “a picture of him in the designer room of his next BIG movie, where you can clearly see in the background ... 3 different iconic costumes of his character. "

Tom's eyes widened before swallowing hard and judging by tapping his phone. He got confused in excuse.

"We're having a press conference tomorrow. I don't have the strength to write your speech, but I'll do my best to get you out of your mess."

Tom gave you puppy eyes while still apologizing for it. He hastened to take the heating patch out of the microwave. He placed it against your stomach, kissing you on the cheek, then rushed to the counter to steep the tea in your cups and bring them to the coffee table. He settled into the couch, making you wince at having to move but you couldn't blame him since for the next few seconds you were snuggled against him in a heartwarming embrace. He stroked your head and kissed the top of your head.

"You're lucky that I love you, idiot"

"I love you too, darling."

You closed your eyes to appreciate the affection Tom was giving you. You were pretty sure he would be sick tomorrow, you were pretty sure you were going to have to spend the night writing an editorial line to save your silly boyfriend's ass. But for now, you were in the soft warmth of his arms and he was enough for you.

"How about ordering your favorite food and watching a fall movie before you have to go back to work?"

"Sounds good to me."

Tom pecked at your lips and you melted under his kisses. No, dating Tom Holland was no easy task but you were way too much in love with this man ... and he was an absolutely perfect boyfriend.

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb

175 notes · View notes

natsuki-bakery · 7 months ago

Text

⁎˚ ఎ Five care giver Headcanons ໒ ˚⁎

hii! can you do five hargreeves (the umbrella academy) caregiver headcannons?

•Despite his typically gruff and no-nonsense demeanor, Five has a soft spot for you

•He maintains a structured environment, ensuring routines are followed to provide a sense of stability and security

•Hargreeves loves to engage your mind with fun yet educational activities. He'd turn simple games into opportunities to teach something new, whether it's a new language, a science fact, or a puzzle-solving exercises

•He finds creative ways to make learning enjoyable, often using his time-traveling experiences as storytelling material

•Five is incredibly protective of you. Given his past and the dangers he's faced, he ensures the environment is safe and free of anything that might cause distress to you

•If anyone threatens your sense of security, Five is quick to step in, using his sharp intellect and combat skills to keep you safe

•He understands the importance of comfort foods and would go out of his way to prepare your favorite snack

•Whether it's baking cookies together or preparing a special treat, he ensures it's a time filled with joy and connection.

•With his ability to teleport and his knowledge of various timelines and places, Five makes playtime an adventurous experience. He might take you on mini 'time-travel' adventures within the house, using his storytelling to make each corner a different era or world

•These imaginative play sessions are designed to be both entertaining and enriching !

•Five Hargreeves might uses few pet names like : kiddo, little one, buddy or tiny

If you're sick when age regressing :

•Five would immediately spring into action, meticulously researching symptoms and remedies. He’d ensure you have everything you need, from medicine to a cozy blanket

•His past experiences have taught him to be thorough and precise, so he'd double-check dosages and instructions to ensure your safety

•Though Five isn’t typically one for overt displays of emotion, he’d make an extra effort to provide comfort. He’d sit by your side, reading stories or talking about his adventures to distract you from feeling unwell

•He might prepare homemade remedies, like a soothing tea or a simple soup, using recipes he’s picked up from various times and places. He’d focus on natural, gentle ingredients that are easy on a sensitive stomach and help boost your recovery

•Understanding the importance of rest, Five would create a peaceful, quiet environment

•He’d dim the lights, ensure your room is at a comfortable temperature, and might even use his abilities to make sure you aren’t disturbed by any loud noises

•Five would keep a close eye on your condition, regularly checking your temperature and other vital signs

•If things don't improve, he wouldn’t hesitate to seek professional help, ensuring you gets the best care possible

•He’d keep meticulous notes on your health progress to track any changes and adapt his care as needed

•Dada Five always makes sure to keep a steady supply of your favorite snacks on hand, knowing how much joy a simple treat can bring you <3

•He reads bedtime stories with an unexpected tenderness, often choosing tales from his own past adventures, modifying them to be more child-friendly

•Whenever you feel scared or anxious, Five gently reassures you with a soft, "I've got you, little one" making sure you feel safe and protected.

•During playtime, Five uses his teleportation abilities to turn ordinary hide-and-seek games into epic adventures, always ensuring you have the time of your life

•If the regressor has a nightmare, He'd be immediately by your side, soothing you with calming words and a warm embrace until you fall back asleep

•Despite his usually serious demeanor, Five often surprises you with spontaneous, silly moments, like goofy dances or funny voices, just to hear your laughter !

•Five takes it upon himself to learn about child development and age regression, reading books and consulting experts to ensure he's providing the best care possible for his little one

DNI: basic criteria, DSMP, vivziepop/h4zbin h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl, nsfw/k!nk, anti-agere, anti Christians blogs

46 notes · View notes

shorkbrian · 4 years ago

Note

i’m sorry but i luv your writing/thot process so i have to share this: imagine superstar trainer kiri marrying ur mom. he’s only a few years older (and you had a crush on him first) so you avoid him bc you’re shy/uncomfortable with it. your plans are foiled when mom’s away and y’all are stuck at home during a snow storm, power out, no heat/gas, and no matter how many layers u use nothing beats body heat. kiri is so sweet and just wants to get close and keep you warm/see whats under ur sweats

I’m literally melting rn

Like imagine Kiri shuffling closer to you on the couch, scooting underneath the blankets you have piled around your body.

He keeps getting closer and closer and closer until he’s pressed up against you, and he feels like a heater, warm and cozy and comfortable. You don’t mind burrowing down into his side a bit, only blushing a little when the big man chuckles at your behavior.

There’s a movie playing on the TV, but you’re kind of sleepy, and your stepdad feels so sturdy and safe against your side, and you’re finally warming to a comfortable temperature, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

When you wake up, you’re laying down on a solid surface, heat wrapped around your body and trapped beneath the blankets. The surface rumbles and shifts, and only then do you realize that Kirishima must have moved you.

The room is dark, TV off, lights out. The wind is still howling and moaning outside like a mourner at a grave, beating against the windows and crying to the sky.

Lifting your head means you get a view of Kiri’s face, of his handsome, relaxed self as he gazes down at you, a pleased, soft smile on his features.

You go to apologize for falling asleep on him and for inconveniencing him, but Kirishima doesn’t let you. “It’s warmer this way, plus, I like holding something while I sleep.”

He has his arms wrapped around you, thick biceps pressing heavy against your shoulders, keeping you flush to his muscular chest. You blush a little at the position, shifting your legs and trying not to do anything weird.

But in moving your legs around, you find yourself straddling his thigh, the stocky limb flexing underneath your weight, Kirishima twitching.

“Sorry-” You blush again, intending on moving, but your stepdad drops a hand to your hip, steadying you.

“No, don’t apologize, I get it.” He winks at you, before jiggling his thigh a bit, settling you down further onto it. “I remember doing stuff like this back in high school, I know it feels good.”

A long moment of silence stretched between you two as you processed his words, feeling increasingly awkward.

“Um, okay...” Was all you could come up with.

Kirishima laughed a bit. “You’ve never cuddled with anyone before? It’s nice, isn’t it? ‘Specially with the heat out like this. Power went out while you were sleeping.”

You felt a little silly now, ducking your head and dropping your gaze. That would explain why the lights were off. You had just assumed the movie had finished playing and your stepdad had turned it off, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Temp’s gonna drop fast, we’re probably going to have to use good ‘ole body heat while we sleep. You wanna move to the bed? Or just sleep here?”

A shrug, and Kirishima smiled. “Okie-doke, bed it is. Thank goodness, my back would kill me if I tried to sleep on the couch. Gettin’ old s’no fun.”

The man sat up, and you quickly disentangled yourself from him, ignoring the way his thigh rubbed in between your legs as he moved about. As soon as you felt the chill of the room, you shivered, clacking your teeth together and snatching the blanket tight around yourself.

“Oh, that’s so cold, fuck.”

“Hey, watch your language-” Kirishima chided, rising to his feet as he gathered the rest of the blankets up into his arms. “No potty mouths in this house, yeah? Keep it clean.”

He’d been married to your mom for almost a year now, and Kirishima had easily fallen into the “father figure” role, despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily needed.

But you indulged him by laughing at his corny dad jokes, complimenting the various meats he grilled for meals, keeping your judgements about his questionable fashion choices to yourself instead of blurting them out to his face.

Kirishima led the way to the master bedroom, the room he shared with your mom, stating that the bed was bigger, it’d be more comfortable. Did you really expect him to fit into your bed?

He was a big man, strong and solid. He was able to throw you over one shoulder, your mom over the other, and run around the house whooping while the two of you laughed and pounded on his back.

“Alright-” Kirishima tossed his armful of blankets onto the bed he shared with your mom, immediately fluffing them up and pulling at the edges until he was satisfied.

The man pulled back the edge, holding it ups as he turned to you. “Head on inside!”

It was cold at first, the sheets and blankets chilly. You snuggled up to Kirishima as soon as the big man laid down, making him laugh a bit as your teeth chattered together.

“S-sorry it’s just so-so c-cold.” You explained.

“Your nose is all red, you look so cute.” His smile is warm, his hands even warmer as they begin to rub up and down your sides.

You don’t know how to respond, let yourself relax into the comforting touch, his fingertips dancing over your sweater.

“So.....” Kiri starts “You’ve never had a boyfriend then? You got so quiet when I asked if you’ve cuddled with someone before.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and you shook your head. “No, I have. I broke up with him a little bit before you and mom started dating.”

The redhead’s quiet for a moment, then tucks his chin over your head, drawing you closer into his chest. “I’m sorry. Relationships can be hard, I know.”

“It was for the best, I think.” You continue, letting your stepdad rub your back as you talked. “We just didn’t really jive well together I guess. Wish we’d figured that out sooner though.”

The man pressed against you is so sturdy, solid and radiating heat like a furnace. It’s easy to relax in his easy-going presence.

“Well, if you ever miss cuddling, don’t hesitate to come find me, yeah? It’s one of my favorites.”

Kirishima was a touchy man, and it was obvious that his love language was touch, so it made sense. He always had his thick arms wrapped around your mom, was holding her hand, holding yours, placing kisses on your cheeks, kissing your mom every chance he got.

Sometimes he asked you to brush out his hair for him, when you weren’t busy or anything. He’d relax into jelly as you ran the hairbrush through his red locks, contented little sighs falling from his lips.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” You chuckle, thinking to yourself how the world had a funny sense of humor.

Truthfully, when you’d first been introduced to the man your mom had recently started dating, you’d developed a hopeless crush. He was attractive, kind, funny; if your mom wasn't dating him, you would’ve asked for his number.

A small part of you was irritated that the man was young enough for you to date him, your mother unbothered by the sugar stereotype she’d developed.

But ah well, what’s done is done.

“You know, I didn’t know what I'd be like having a daughter.” Kirishima soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You’re almost more like.... I dunno, a friend? If that makes sense. I feel like we’re buddies.”

“Yeah, I feel like that too.” You confess, breathing into his neck, able to smell the cologne he uses, something heady and strong and manly.

A comfortable silence settles around you both, nothing but soft breaths and Kirishima’s warm hands rubbing gently over your body, against your sides, up and down your back, massaging your shoulders.

They traveled too close to your tummy, and you choked out a laugh, flinching away from Kirishima.

“Don’t, ‘m ticklish.” Came your breathless, giggly warning.

“Yeah? Yeah?” The redhead grinned, a glint in his eye, barely noticeable before he pounced, rolling over until you were smothered beneath his hefty weight, unable to move.

Horrible, terrible fingers descended, dug into your ribs and you shrieked, wide smile breaking across your features as your stepdad tickled you.

This is what happiness was made of.

Warm and fuzzy, the smell of rain, the sound of it pattering against the roof. Strong arms around you, a laugh on your lips.

Kirishima’s thigh slipped in between yours, pressed upwards, and you choked on a breath, hands immediately clutching at the man’s biceps.

“You’re so sensitive, it’s so cute.”

No time to say his name, ask any questions. He was situating you on your side, legs tangled with his, a big, beefy thigh still flush against your clothed sex.

“Mm, you ever do this with your boyfriend?” The redhead was moving, hands gripping your waist now, dragging you along his thigh, and you kept bumping up against his chest, his toned stomach.

“Yes-yeah.” Was your breathless reply, head whirling, eyes wide. This isn’t really what you were expecting, not from your stepdad.

But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

That’s why you weren’t screaming your head off, recoiling in disgust, scrambling for the phone to call your mom, the police.

No, you were still, pliant against Kirishima as he moved your body, his lazy red eyes fixed on your face. “Hm? Feels nice, doesn’t it? You like it?”

A shaky nod is all you can muster, feeling yourself beginning to drip against your stepdad’s thigh, slick all over your folds, the skin tingling, making your hips jump as your clit pulsed at the stimulation.

God, it felt good.

“You make me so happy, y’know? Such a pretty, smart girl.” He praised, and now you could feel it - feel the cock filling out against your tummy, hot and wet, leaking.

“I really hit the jackpot. A beautiful wife, a gorgeous daughter... I love you so, so much.” Kirishima was breathing heavier, his fingers digging into your hipbones as he dragged you back and forth against him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Just wanna take care of you, yeah? Make you cum lots, whatever you want.”

Almost feverish now, his hips twitching forward, pushing against your tummy again and again, rubbing his cock against your soft flesh, groaning in your ear, breath stuttering-

And then a long moan, a burst of warmth soaking through your pajama shirt, right where the tip of Kiri’s cock rested.

“Oh shit-” He gasped, sucking in air, muscles flexing as he drew back his legs, hands shakily pushing you onto your back.

“That - Jesus, you really got me goin’.” Kiri panted, beginning to kiss at your neck, one of his hands diving into your pajama pants, straight down to strum over your clit.

Already keyed up from the dry humping, veins pumping with excitement, arousal, the thrill of being touched and fondled by your-your stepdad.

A finger teased at your hole, then inched inside, and you bucked your hips, crying out a bit.

“Hey, hey-” He was still a little breathless, a little lightheaded from his orgasm, but the man was determined.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’m always gonna take care of my girl.”

#kirishima #dark kirishima #tw.dark content #kirishima x reader #kiri #kirishima imagine #bnha kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #eijirou

607 notes · View notes

generallybarzy · 3 years ago

Text

If You'll Have Me Forever.

an: this is the little fic i decided to write based on a dream i had. I wrote it all in one day while I was at my grandparent's house with no internet or computer, so i wrote it all in my notebook and then typed it up on here haha.

warnings: unedited, mentions of past emotional trauma and unhealthy families

word count: 1.7k

You always loved spending time with Mat's family. Whenever there was a break in the season, you two quickly found yourselves on a plane out to Vancouver, holding hands in the airplane and in the car on the way to his parent's house.

It had been like this since your first summer with them. Mat had invited you home with him for part of the offseason, and although you'd only been dating almost a year and were still nervous to meet his family, you couldn't say no. His family had welcomed you warmly, in fact, warm may not even be good enough to describe it. His parents smiled as soon as they saw you- saw you holding their son's hand, saw him smile proudly as he finally introduced you to them as his girlfriend.

Then, they hugged you.

You hadn't come from a loving family, not one where you openly told each other "I love you" or "I'm proud of you", and certainly not one that hugged and had family game nights. After much discussion with Mat and with your therapist, you came to the conclusion that your family had been borderline emotionally neglectful, and you saw how your childhood had scarred you. Mat's family was so openly affectionate and loving towards you right off the bat that it overwhelmed you, to the point of you going upstairs and refusing to come down until Mat had a talk with you. He was understanding, gently told them to be a little more reserved, and helped to slowly ease you into their love. And that just made you love him even more.

Now, it was your first holiday season with them. After spending a good chunk of last summer in Vancouver, you were certainly excited to spend a few days of your winter here with them rather than in your empty little apartment. You and Mat had flown out the night before, and arrived early in the morning, grateful that the team had managed a few extra days off this season- just enough days to make a trip worth it. The whole day had been spent talking and laughing and just catching up with his family about the past year- how things were going with your studies, with your job, how Mat’s season was going, and how your relationship was going. Later in the evening, after a long round of some board game they’d pulled from the closet, the jet lag and overwhelming, unfamiliar feeling of familial love caught up to you. So, in the middle of preparing some snacks to munch on during the next round of the game, you faked a phone call and quickly excused yourself to the snowy back patio, slipping into your coat and snow boots on the way and disappearing out the door.

Mat had been keeping a close eye on you all night.

He knew how you got about affection, you were even still a little shy receiving love from him, and the last thing he wanted to do was let him or his family overwhelm you again. He had gone to talk with his dad for five minutes- about a topic that had him immediately searching for you to go hide away and get some much needed alone time- and when he came back to the living room, you weren’t where he left you with his mom and sister.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Oh,” his mom looked up from preparing the food. “She stepped out back to take a phone call.”

“Yeah?” Mat snuck over to the backdoor, squinting out into the snow and spotting your figure, no phone in sight. He slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed his jacket from next to the door. “I think the jetlag might be stting in. I’ll be right back.”

He stepped out onto the back patio, the snow crunching beneath his fluffy slippers. You didn’t even turn when you heard the door close behind him, and that’s how he knew something was wrong.

“Baby… what are you doing out in the cold?” He came up next to you, curling an arm over your shoulders. “Were they too much? Should I tell them to back off a bit?” Finally, you turned to face him. Your eyes were wet and red, but you had a soft little smile on your face. “Aw, baby.”

“I love them so much, Mat.”

“C’mere.” He pulled you against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your cold arms. You curled your arms around his waist, snuggling in under his winter jacket. “Babe, you should be wearing something heavier out here. I don’t want you getting sick.” Still, you stayed where you were, tucked into his jacket with him and hiding away from the snow and the world. “I’m glad you love my family so much. I hope you can tell they love you too. And if they’re too much, I’ll tell them, okay?”

“I know.”

“Just let me know. I know how you get uncomfortable when you receive this much love, but I hope you know you deserve it, okay? You’re absolutely amazing.” At his words, you lifted your face from the comfort of his chest, eyes red and face hot, streaked with tears. Snowflakes melted on impact, and Mat’s thumb brushed away the wetness. “Please don’t cry, baby.”

“I’m just… so overwhelmed. In the best way possible, I promise.”

“That’s good.”

“And I’m getting sleepy.”

“Jetlag finally catching up to you?” You nodded, burrowing back into the warmth of his jacket. He smiled, squeezing you against him. “Let’s go to bed, yeah, sweetheart?”

“Nooooo, I just wanna stay like this.”

“Okay, okay.” He smiled and lifted his hands in mock surrender. “We’ll stay out here for a little, but we gotta go in when you get cold.” Mat knew the reason you didn’t want to go back inside yet. One, because you didn’t want to cry in front of his family, but also because after spending the whole day with them, you were starved of sweet, gentle moments like this, alone with Mat. He knew you loved his family, but God, how you loved him. You’d been holding back all your hugs and kisses today, keeping low on the PDA in front of his family, and you’d gotten needy. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his parents, saying the two of you were gonna be done for the night and wanted a little alone time, and he knew they’d understand and head to bed. The snow was picking up now, so Mat put his phone back in his pocket and pulled you with him against the wall of the house, your arms tucked under his fuzzy coat and holding tight around his waist, watching the snow fall and enjoying the comforting silence of the world.

“Do you know how much people love you?”

“Mat…” You smiled and hid your face shyly.

“No, do you know? Everyone who meets you falls a little bit in love with you. Everyone. You just have this… this loveable nature to you/ You’re the sweetest, kindest, most amazing person I know.” You didn’t respond, but Mat saw the smile on your face and felt the way your arms squeezed around his torso. “Remember how earlier, I was talking to my dad? You know what he was saying? He said ‘the way you look at (Y/N), that’s how I looked at your mom’. And how he still does.” That got your attention, and you lifted your face to look at him, at the pretty, genuine love in his dark eyes. “Hey, there’s that pretty face!” Your hands slid further up his back, and you perched up on your tiptoes, reaching up for a soft kiss that Mat gladly met you halfway for. “I’m serious when I say I love you, okay?”

“I know.”

“I get that you didn’t have the best relationship with your family, and they weren’t the healthiest, especially when it came to showing these types of emotions, but I’m gonna make sure you get used to it. Cause you’re gonna be in my life for a long, long time.”

“Forever?”

“If you’ll have me forever.”

Everything went silent, save for the soft falling of snow, at that whispered promise. The tears filled your eyes again, just so, so happy that you had someone like Mat in your life, and that he was so understanding and patient with you.

“If you’ll have me forever, my family would be more than happy to call you one of us. You could spend all your birthdays, holidays, and celebrations here, and they’d love you. I’d love you. I do. You’d never feel unloved again, if you’ll have me forever.”

“Mat are... Are you proposing?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. Not yet, not officially. Just take this as a… warning.”

You laughed a little bit. “A warning, Mat?”

“No, ugh… um, how about a promise. Yeah, a promise. A promise that if you’ll have me forever, I’ll do nothing but show you how damn loveable you are. I know I can’t erase the years of pain… God, or the trauma that your family put you through, but I promise you I’m gonna try my hardest. You deserve so much better than what they’d given to you, and I’ll give that to you.” Mat saw the tears in your eyes and swooped down to kiss your cheeks repeatedly. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make you cry, baby.” He could say so, so much more, but he wanted to take care of you first. “Enough of my sappy rambling, yeah? My toes are freezing. Can we go in?” He saw you glance down at his feet and immediately started giggling.

“Nice slippers, grandpa.”

“They’re cozy.” He grinned, happy to see you smiling again. He had grabbed his dad’s shoes to come out, knowing you found his silly dad-fashion funny. “Now, let’s get to bed, sleepyhead.” He pulled you back into the warm, quiet house and led the way up to his bedroom, happy to finally have some time to just cuddle up under the blankets along with you. But as you fell asleep, tucked safely in his arms with a content, peaceful smile, he could fall asleep along with you. Instead, he lay there, watching you for hours, his thoughts filled with his dad’s words from earlier and quietly, secretly, he was writing long lines of phrases he wanted to say to you, phrases that would one day become part of his proposal.

I promise I’ll keep you safe, I promise I’ll keep you smiling and loved... if you’ll have me forever.

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal fic #op #fic

224 notes · View notes

yanderenightmare · 4 years ago

Note

You made me fall in love with fear, it's all just fascinating. The way you write is an aesthetic in itself! It's so beautiful and thought-provoking. If your requests are open, I would love to see your volume one Yanderes with a clumsy s/o. Like, she is accident prone, always injuring herself, etc. I wonder how they would react with such fragility? Thanks! Have a wonderful day! :D

yandere ! BNHA headcannons

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, dumbification, abuse, manipulation, ableism, anxiety, death, murder, drugs, drugging, kidnapping

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

He knew fragile things existed in the world.

And he knows that the world was designed to chew such powerless things up then spit them out again.

And he knows he isn’t one of those frail things.

As a child he thought it was fair for the strong to conquer the weak.

And hell… he still thinks it’s fair.

Her brittle nature provides him with such a great excuse too, such a perfect explanation for him to justify taking her.

To justify keeping her in soft frilly clothes, locked inside a room devoid of walls where they have been replaced by cushions and pillows and blankets and furs and stuffed-animals and all things soft, soft, soft against the bruises and scrapes on her knees and ankles and elbows and chin. Keeping her all cozy and clumsy where she’s unable to keep her footing on the plushie asylum floor, reduced to vertigo, especially with that fluffy pink ankle-cuff chaining her down.

Sometimes she’ll hide when hearing Bakugo’s footsteps coming thundering from behind her door. She’ll wrap herself up in all those soft things she’s grown to hate, pray under the covers only to hear the cracking predatory humor of Bakugo’s laugh once he spots where the chain trails to.

He'll drag her out of hiding like a puppy on a leash, all for him to punish, all with that splitting frenzied grin on his face, the one that makes her head dizzy on the sight of seeing how sharp those canines of his are, knowing how they’re going to find her neck as though she’s some chew-toy.

He’ll always make it sound as though that’s what she wanted, that punishment is what her weakness begged him for, as though weakness is synonymous with wanting pain or needing pain.

He’ll sleep there with her most of the time, in the room he’s made so painstakingly clear was her home. She’s coming more and more gradually to the understanding that nothing in reality is hers anymore. Not the room, not the clothes, not her body.

She’s too weak to be allowed to be in charge of anything, better for her to just find comfort in knowing how she has no responsibilities, better for her to just be grateful Bakugo wanted her as his pet rather than his prey. Better for her to listen and believe him when he tells her that she’s safe, instead of thinking of all those crippling reasons as to why she is far from being safe.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Clumsy prey is a sport Shoto always believed to be too mediocre and boring, given how easily the dexterity of the predator can win the chase.

He didn't think he could achieve stimulation without a challenge.

But, he’s now finding that chasing someone who’s barely able to keep her own footing is a game he rather enjoys quite salaciously. Understanding now that it’s less about the quest, less about actually catching his prize, and more about the experience, those funny little moments leading up to it.

The amount of hungry pleasure he derives from seeing her stagger away from him is bottomless.

He doesn’t know why, but it’s the outmost endearing and lovable and precious and cute thing he can think of.

Seeing her stumble and fall, all in the product of mixing her clumsiness with her wild manic fear. Watching those beautiful swivel-eyes spiral as she looks up at him through the thick darkness of the poorly lit hallways, hearing nothing but Shoto’s inhumanly sadistic snickering and her own heavy panting as she tries desperately to drag herself further away. Yet, knowing and awaiting his massive biting cold hand to grip around her ankle to drag her across the marble-floor back into her dungeon, back into the soft bed, so that they can do everything again.

Most chases end up with her hurting herself and eventually aiding her own capture.

She’ll always wake up with bruises she has no recollection of when or how she got, yet looking at them she can tell that they’re way too mellow to be something given to her by Shoto.

It's funny, where he hurts her, he actually ends up saving her more times than most. Where her sporadic escape has almost led her to go tumbling down the stairwell, where were it not for Shoto catching her in her fall, things could have gotten really ugly.

He wouldn’t want her to actually break her legs after all, no matter how many times he might tease and threaten her with the thought. Broken legs would mean no more games, and Shoto doesn’t want that to end any time soon.

But, there are softer aspects to her silliness too.

She can be just as dopey and awkward with her rambling thoughts as him, where her inelegance with her mobility seeps into her skillfulness with words too.

If she’s proper blissed-out she can talk up storms of complete and utter nonsense, rambling on about her dreams and what animal the shape of Shoto’s scars resemble and how pretty his eyes are and how much her body is tingling in the aftershocks of what fun Shoto exercised on her skin.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Naivety really is bliss, isn’t it?

Not just for herself, but for him too.

To watch her, in all her clumsy glory, fall on her face, time and time again, never learning her lesson.

That’s the definition of insanity, you know?

Doing the same thing over and over again expecting things to go differently.

But, no matter how many times she tries to escape, no matter how many times she runs, or screams or cries or swears she hates him until her lungs burn, she’ll always end up right where she started off, right where she belongs, right in his arms, under his thumb, under him.

He doesn’t even have to put any effort in to prevent it.

He just needs to sit back and enjoy the show as she fails so spectacularly all by her very own, then pick her up off the floor and coo and hush and shush and tsk at her to calm down or else she might end up hurting herself all over again.

How has such fickle featherbrained maladroit messes managed to survive? How hasn’t evolution wiped them from existence yet?

Perhaps because other more evolved creatures found them to be such a perfect source for blowing off steam. Entertainment is important after all. Small little escapes through the day where you can forget what nasty troubles you’ll eventually have to deal with and simply just play with your silly little pet.

He saves the world every now and again, the world can allow him this much, to have his very own swivel-eyed toy. He deserves it.

Besides, she needs him. If he hadn’t stepped in and helped her, saved her from her own mistakes, evolution would have done its job and she’d be dead already.

But, he doesn’t expect her bumbling brainless little head to understand that, she’d just get a headache from thinking about it too hard.

No, better for her to focus on other things… like how to entertain him before he decides to show her just how small a foolish little thing she is.

He’ll often play with her, make her turn all shades of hopeless because she’s too forgetful and too soft-natured to comprehend what’s happened.

He’ll give her things, small little trinkets as presents for her good behavior, mostly accessories such as hair-bows, necklaces, anything he can easily slip off her without her noticing, then pretend to be disappointed, scolding her as though she’s some child who’s unable to take care of her things, punish her and kiss her on that scared foolish little face as she splutters out her apologies, having not a single clue she’s right where he wants her, completely clueless to the fact that she’s perfect in every which way imaginable.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

It feels so unexplainably good to hold something infinitely helpless and vulnerable and dainty in his destructive hands without it shattering like glass.

It feels so insurmountably meaningful and purposeful and godsend to save someone for once, even if it’s from themselves.

It’s nice being in the presence of true chaos, the true absence of order, a great real heap of a total clusterfuck. It makes him believe that even life requires a little death to scare them into safety, that even light requires darkness, that even love needs darkness, that even love desires darkness.

He used to think small things such as her were made up of cotton and all things soft like dandelion-fluff, but now he knows they’re made of breakable brittle things such as autumn-leaves, in desperate need of being wrapped up, suffocated, drowned in safety. He’s the one who needs to be soft like cotton, he’s the one who needs to be gentle and soft so she not crumble like the sweet pastry she is.

It’s cute. She’s cute. Unbelievably so too sometimes.

He feels like half the time he spends with her he’s teaching her how to walk properly, catching her when she falls or helping her up from the ground, dusting her off, wiping tears away from her face, patching up small scrapes and gashes, kissing her forehead, letting her know how it’s all okay, making sure she knows she’s no such thing as a burden, though not letting her in on the fact that he loves seeing her fail only for him to save the day.

He’ll take her outside more because of her ditzy nature, knowing how she’s far too dopey to ever manage an escape without pulling out a near miss unintentional suicide attempt, where which after a number of rescues from him she forgets why she was even running in the first place, now too caught up with being close to him instead, with feeling safe, feeling protected.

He’ll save her from wandering off into traffic, protect her when she says the wrong idiotic thing to the wrong batch of people, fight for her when her cuteness lures and pulls and ensnares other predators.

It’s symbiosis, if he thinks about it, if he tries justifying it.

She needs him and he needs to feel needed. She needs to be taken care of, he wants to take care of her, she needs protection from herself, he wants her dependence, he wants the safety of knowing how she cannot survive without him.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

It’s hilarious.

She’ll break her own legs for him at this rate.

He wonders how many braincells could possibly be left in that thick skull of hers, with how much she trips and walks into walls and rolls out of bed, bumping her head on every possible thing, he can’t count how many times she’s head-butted him, whether it’s been on purpose or not.

He wonders if she might just be blind.

If maybe she needs glasses…

Well… that’s too bad if that’s the case, no chance he’s giving up watching her agonize over every misstep that leads to her falling on the floor by his feet, her head tipping to look up at him with that ridiculous expression, that dumbfounded adorable confusion.

It probably doesn’t help that he keeps the room so dark.

It probably doesn’t help that he leaves things on the floor in hopes of her foot catching on them.

But, can you blame him for wanting to see her all cute and flushed? Watching her frustrate over herself, too caught up in being mad with her own inadequacy to bother being mad at him. So preciously hopeless as she tries to pick herself up off the floor, her hair always in a mess and bruises and scrapes littering her otherwise soft skin.

Pretty and stupid isn’t usually the type he fawns over, in fact: pretty and stupid is usually the type that disgust him, pretty stupid bitches that never spare him a second glance, pretty stupid bitches that are only worth one fuck before he dusts them.

But pretty stupid and sweet?

That’s the perfect cocktail.

So stupid and sweet she doesn’t even know how pretty she is. So stupid and sweet that she’s surprised he gave her a second glance.

He wonders if he as well would be this careless and reckless if he hadn’t been gifted with that destructive quirk of his.

He wonders if she had been born with a heart made less up of honeycombs and more daggers like his, if she would also second-guess touching things as opposed to making it her mission to bump into every single thing in her path.

If she would be less trusting and more cynical like him.

He’s grateful she wasn’t.

He’s grateful that the only type of death she’ll ever get the chance to taste is him, that as far as she’s concerned… he is death.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Most of the time it’s cute.

Most of the time he loves watching her fall prey to her own absentmindedness. Watch her trip on nothing but her own poor footing.

After all, he does love catching her before she hits the ground. He loves being her hero, seeing that shocked expression on her face, that cute blush of embarrassment as he smirks down upon her jumpy skittish person.

Then of course there’s the less salvageable moments, yet still no less cute, where she’ll drop dinner plates or her glass or the wine bottle or the remote-controller, where she’ll get so frustrated with herself and her stubby fingers, her feet always needing bandaging where she always manages to step in her own mess of glass-shards.

Those times where she fucks up and fears Keigo’s temperance so much she’ll turn into a timid little ball of apologies and gratitude, where she’ll fear that any more screw ups will cost her his understanding attitude and awake something livid inside him.

She’ll be so sweet with fear as opposed to when she’ll jerk away from his touch.

So yeah, most of the time it’s cute, most of the time it’s beneficial.

But that habit she has of not thinking before speaking or acting gets her into a whole lot of trouble too.

Especially when she pushes him away or calls him something unsavory. When she acts like a brat, forgetting who’s in charge.

Keigo feels the need to teach her a thing or two about being a bit more careful and a little less brainless.

He’ll pose her in the middle of the living room, with only red lace adorning her tiny frame, looking cold but not so much to be the reason to her shivers, he knows better as he can smell the fear laced in the air.

On top of her head he’ll put a perfect plump red apple and tell her to stand as still and picture-perfect as possible.

She’s pretty good at it too, at being still and quiet and pretty, speaking only when spoken to, at least until he starts sending knife-sharp feathers in her directions, creating her silhouette in the wall as the feathers fly just short of nicking her skin, where if she moves only a slight mere inch, the crimson edges will slice open her skin.

And if the apple should fall, well… if she can be sweet and apologize and show him just how sorry she is, he’ll think about making the punishment enjoyable.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Hitoshi can’t manifest how much awe he has for that ditzy nature of hers.

So forgetful, so clueless, so cute.

She’s like a little girl, a child, a baby in a cradle, yet with the ability to get lost, wandering off at every slight distraction.

He’s tempted to put a bell around her neck if only to be alerted off when her curiosity has taken her out of his eyesight. She would look adorable with a little golden jingle bell around her throat, hanging on a velvet choker.

But then again… he wouldn’t have the joy of finding her all tousled and knotted up in her newest little fuck up.

Little Miss Forgetful forgetting all her lessons, all those rules Hitoshi’s taught her, forgetting her manners, forgetting her chores, forgetting how to be his good little girl or else suffer the consequences of being punished and becoming Master’s little puppet on strings.

Little Miss Messy making a total clutter in the kitchen when trying her best to get her hand on a knife, but only managing to bump into everything, shards of glass painting the crime scene with the culprit displayed and trapped all perfectly in the middle of her own mess, all for Hitoshi to come and catch red-handed.

Little Miss Bump with new bruises and scratches as she’s fallen yet again on the floor in the midst of her newest escape attempt.

He could go on all day about his sweet little Miss Silly, his little Miss Scatterbrain, his little Miss Stupid, who’s always getting into trouble, constantly needing Hitoshi to come to her rescue.

But, when he’s not home, he can get anxious.

Scared that she might actually hurt herself just a bit too much and he’ll arrive just a bit too late.

It should take a lifetime to die, yet she’s on the verge of death nearly every day, it only takes an instant and it’s over.

He’ll check in on her at home more times than he probably should throughout the day, praying before he unlocks the door and steps inside the quiet stillness of their house, picturing her having cracked her skull open when slipping or accidently managing to hang herself off of something or drowning in the tub after having fallen asleep, there’s no end to what horrors he can picture.

His anxiety only satiated when finding her still asleep on the bed, soft untroubled snores hanging off the walls.

It makes sense with how much melatonin he slipped in her drink before she dozed off…

Just a little safety measure.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

It manages to surprise him each and every time… just how much danger such a little thing is able to wrap herself up in.

It’s as though she chases the trouble, as though she wants the punishment that follows.

He doubts she ever really thinks anything thoroughly through.

She’s reckless, ruthless in her disregard for safety. Hare-brained and untrustworthy and in desperate need of his protection and his correction, or else she might just accidentally kill herself one day or worse… end up in the wrong set of hands.

It’s come to the point where he’s stopped gifting her with jewelry, because he gets so hysterically uneasy whenever she’s gotten her hands on anything sharp.

Before he’d get angry when she threatened him, wrathful, raging because she doesn’t listen, her foolish little brain unable to follow the simplest of directions.

Now though, he gets scared because she’s unable to understand what’s best for her, because the only thing she'll ever manage to hurt with those sharp trinkets is herself.

And if she hurts herself, if she risks getting bacteria in her bloodstream, infections in her wounds, scarring and marring that beautiful body, he’ll have no choice, he’ll see no other option but to make sure she can never manage such a thing ever again.

He often humors the idea of simply tying her to the bed and feeding her with a silver spoon, only liquids so she not choke when she forgets how to chew properly.

He’ll act as though she’s a nuisance, but it will be a lie most of the time, while actually finding an inane amount of reassurance and relief in her whimsy, in her gracelessness. Where yes, she is a danger, but she’s far from deadly.

And besides, it’s nice getting a little break from all formalities, someone he can finally be a little rough around the edges with, someone he can let himself enjoy soft pleasures with, someone he can smile or even laugh with when the occasion calls for it.

Sometimes he’ll place her in high-heels, only to watch her stumble around awkwardly like a little deer skating on ice.

She’s so determined too, determined to prove she isn’t a klutz, how she too can be elegant enough for a dance fit for the ballroom.

He’ll humor that fantasy, but she’ll always throw her heels off in favor of standing on top of his surgically white sneakers and letting herself get floated and swayed with how swiftly and precisely Kai has the established proper poise to enact.

He’ll smile then, when those flirty bubbling giggles erupt from her as she holds onto him, telling how him wonderful flying feels like.

TIP-JAR

2K notes · View notes

sheloooveswomen · 3 years ago

Text

a lovely coincidence pt.3 - abby gerhard x reader

masterlist

pt.1 pt.2

summary: carol AU. about 6 months in the relationship. you’re at your 2bedroom/2bathroom apartment that you share with a roommate (she’s at her boyfriends house to give you and abby privacy for the long weekend).

includes: abby x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, all in reader’s POV.

warnings: you shower together but it’s not sexy time so not really nsfw.

inspired by Safe in Her Arms Audio‘s audio on youtube

4,384 words

Y/N POV//

"Honey come to bed, you're exhausted" I groan, letting my head fall on the back of the couch to see my girlfriend behind me.

"I just need to let my job know I'm taking a long weekend. Go on to bed, I'll be there in a minute. Promise." she pecks my forehead as she passes me.

I head into the room to turn down the bed. About five minutes later she comes into my bedroom yawning. I stifle laugh, "All set?"

Abby narrows her eyes at me, "Leave my yawn alone, I know it sounds stupid." she unbuckles her belt to take off her skirt and jewelry, placing them on my vanity.

"I didn't say anything" I shrug.

"I know, but you are drawing attention to it and even though you say it's cute, I don't believe you. So it must sound stupid."

"Then why are you laughing?" I chuckle.

She fails to suppress said smile, "I'm not laughing at that, that's not funny. I'm laughing because yours is infectious and you make me happy as a whole- oh no I feel another one coming on" she lets out another kitten like yawn, cutting off her sleepy ramble.

Now I fight to suppress a smile.

"No. Stop. That's it, I'm never yawning again." she throws her hands up.

"It's cute!"

"I don't believe you. I think it sounds silly."

"Have I done something to make you feel that it sounds silly?" I cross my arms, still fighting a smile.

"No it's not your fault- well maybe it is, I don't know your intentions." she sighs dramatically before falling backwards onto the bed, "I just know you're pretty and snuggly."

"Is that all I have going for me?" I laugh.

Abby responds with her eyes closed, "No you're more than that. I'm just sour because I don't like my yawn so I'm taking it out on you, my lovely. I apologize."

"Apology accepted." I lay on my stomach beside her, both of us on top of the bed spread.

"But you should know better than to acknowledge it—”

Another yawn breaks through.

“Why am I so yawny?" she groans when she notices my smile, "From now on plug your ears and look any other direction when I yawn, any direction you want."

"What if I want to look at you?"

"No not at me. That's the anti-direction, you don't wanna look at me when I yawn."

"I always want to look at you." I waggle my eyebrows.

"No no no no" she laughs, "don't distract me with your sweet words of seduction because then we launch into this conversation over and over again until I change my—"

She yawns again.

"What is going on! Do you think it's because we're talking about it and now my brain is stuck? I-I'm gonna try something different"

She yawns again, purposefully quieter.

"See that had no sound but it wasn't nearly as satisfying, that's a new issue."

"Hush and hold me." I mumble, laying my head on her shoulder.

"You're sassy but I like you so much I'm willing to look past it."

"Thank you- I think?"

"Plus I like how snuggly you are...you are very sweet. I love how much you tidy up before I come over—"

"What? You noticed?"

"Yes I noticed" she laughs, "unless you have windex and clorox scented candles"

"Ha. Ha."

"Jokes aside, it is much appreciated that you're willing to take the time. I know how busy you are- you're extra cozy today." Abby turns her head to place a kiss on my temple, making me smile, "The only issue with me crashing here is I breakout."

"When you're here?"

"Because I don't take off my makeup, silly."

"Well, why don't you?"

"Because it'd be annoying. It would take a lot of time. A lot of time...and it requires a lot of steps. A double cleanse and an eye cream and moisturizer and an eyelash serum—"

"You're kidding" I chuckle.

"I'm not. So many things and- pfft I don't want to waste all our time together."

"I still wash my face and stuff when you're over here.”

She twirls a strand of my hair around her finger, "Sure but your face takes two seconds."

"I wouldn't mind if you took a while." I assure her.

"Sweetheart I know it would be fine—"

"We could do it together if that's what you're worried about. You could even teach me your millions of steps!"

"That'd be fun." she boops my nose.

"You're aging like fine wine -the absolute finest of wines- anyways so you must tell me all your secrets."

She laughs softly, "It'd be fun to show you what I do but- hmmm"

"What?"

She just laughs and steals a kiss, "Nothing. Goodnight."

"What are you hiding?" I poke her side.

She does the same thing back, "I'm not hiding anything."

I move to straddle her lap and shake her shoulders to get her to open her eyes.

My brunette breaks into a smile, "What're you gonna shake it out of me— No!!! You can't tickle secrets out of me that's not how it works—"

"What secrets Abby?"

Her eyes shoot open, "Wha- I have no secrets I- it's just sensitive. I mean hypothetically if I had a secret it would be sensitive." she sighs.

I cross my arms, staring down at her blankly.

"I made it awkward now, didn’t I?” she sighs again and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"A bit, yeah."

"It's just I- I don't think it's crazy...for me...to I don't like that word, crazy, unless you know, it's accurate... I don't think its- hmm..."

I get off her lap to sit criss cross beside her, "Are you gatekeeping your products? You're avoiding my question."

"I'm not trying to prolongue this, I don't think it's too...mmmuch for me to not want you to...see me without make up on. That's it. Goodnight." she rushes the last sentence to be almost unintelligible. She sits up to kiss my lips but I put my hand up before she can. Abby gives an awkward laugh, "You're really not gonna let this go?"

I shake my head.

"Honey it's not a big deal." she smiles sweetly.

"Clearly it is if you're trying so hard to get out of talking about it."

She tries for an innocent smile, "It's not! It's really not a big deal. We really like each other so what does it matter if I'm wearing make up or not ya know?"

"Exactly!"

"No- not by that logic that means I shouldn't- I-" she laughs dryly, "you're using my words against me I don't like it—"

I furrow my brow, "Are you actually upset?"

She sits up, "No baby, not in a way that's serious, this isn't a fight"

"I know that." I shrug, secretly relieved.

"Well I know that you know but I want us to be clear, this isn't a real fight- this might be a fake fight. I'm not sure, I haven't figured it out yet." she tries to laugh it off but take some a more sincere tone, "It isn't a big deal, I just don't want to be bare face around you yet, I'm not ready." she shrugs.

"Why? Are you a totally different person without make up?"

"You'd be amazed by what it can do. I used to wear false eyelashes -but they were a pain- listen it doesn't mean anything—"

"It means something to me if you're bothered by it."

"So maybe I'm a little insecure but that doesn't have to...matter” she pouts slightly, “don't make that face."

"I don't want you to be insecure with me, lovely."

She rubs her thumb over my knee, "Well it might not be ideal but it's not a big deal."

"I don't care what you look like without makeup, I'm sure I've seen you without it by now. It’s been months!" I remind her.

"Oh, baby. I know you think and yes I understand you love me for so much more than my looks but...but nothing actually- period. Done. That's enough. That's all I had to say." she lays back down.

I rest my hand on her forearm, "Honey please just go take your makeup off" I whisper.

Her hand finds mine, "I love the fact that you are concerned about my self esteem, believe me when I say that darling. I love that we take care of each other in that way and I understand where you're coming from but it's not personal, baby. I can see how it might feel that way because it would imply that you'd be so shallow for makeup to be the make or break." she laughs.

"I'm far from naive when it comes to insecurities. I'd just like you to be comfortable. Is it because of my being younger?"

"Well- okay, it's coming from- the root place- I mean sure- okay. I do have that insecurity with our age difference at times, but very rarely. I don't think it has to matter. I honestly don't think much of it until someone else brings it up. Not even subconsciously."

"Me neither."

"Aging is a very common insecurity among women."

"That doesn't mean it's right, or that we shouldn't talk about it" I move her hair from her face.

"Well think about it, baby. Makeup is an option but it's not really an option. Even in the workplace the women who take more time to put themselves together get more money and possibly bonuses because there is a standard. And to meet it implies an effort and care."

"Getting dolled up should have nothing to do with someone's level of capability."

"You're absolutely correct. Still the message it sends is ‘I cared to show up at 100%’. It’s the same deal with hair too. It should have no implication but it's just how society is. So I have been conditioned to believe it as well."

"Honey, you must know you're beyond beautiful. Not that it matters but you somehow look a decade younger than you are. Like I said: the finest of wines right here."

Abby smiles and opening her eyes, brushing her fingertips along my cheek, "Thank you but you've seen me with lighter makeup which I'm sure you thought was no makeup at all" she laughs, "but I covered all my blemishes—"

"Everyone has blemishes.”

"Which makes it ironic that we call them blemishes, but sweetheart I didn't make the rules. We are all bombarded with these messages of perfectionism and superficiality—"

"I don't subscribe to any of that."

"I know sweetheart, I don't mean to imply that you do. I'm just trying to explain that because I'm so used to- I kinda feel- you know sometimes- okay." she exhaled to gather her thoughts, "As we talk this through I'm beginning to understand where you're coming from."

We share a small laugh, she moves the hair that fell in my face.

"There's this old saying we often choose the devil we know over the devil we don't, something along those lines. I often encourage others to choose the devil you don't because we know for a fact how our own devil is when the other could be a very nice british man. But there's still that fear, so that's what I'm doing."

"What's the devil you don't?"

"You not liking my face without makeup—"

"Oh, come on."

"Sweetheart you don't actually know how you would feel until you've seen me. Logically I know that sounds silly but—"

"Are you some shapeshifter with eyeshadow?"

"Baby, I know I can't exactly transform but it does do a lot."

"You don't even look like you have any on!"

"Thank you, I look natural but I have eyeliner and mascara and I've filled my brows, concealer, blush. I've enhanced myself in a natural way that makes you think you know what I look like, but you don't."

"Do I not make you feel safe to be without makeup?" I ask quietly.

"Why do you have to be so precious?" she asks with a smile, "Sweetheart of course you make me feel safe. I wouldn't be here with you if you didn't make me feel safe. I'm just scared is all, just a little scared. I don't think we have to conquer all of our fears."

"With this one, I disagree."

"I know eventually I will. Eventually I may feel ready, I think?"

"Not by the logic you just presented about our conditioning because that would imply you never will."

"I see where you're going with this, I have to take the first step."

"Exactly."

"Well I feel like I’ve made baby steps with the less makeup?"

"Or you could leap now." I deadpan.

She groans, "I don't want to."

I stare at her for a moment before going to the closet and getting two towels, "Do you wanna shower?"

She sits up confused, "Sure, do you- well obviously because that was awfully random, wasn't it?"

"With me."

She stops laughing, "Sweetheart, why are you so stuck on this?"

I turn to her, "Do you not want to shower with me?"

Abby straightens up, a natural blush coming through, "Well of course I want to! I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it—"

"Good. I think it would be fun." I place the towels on the bathroom counter and come back to take off my jewelry.

"Well just because that'd be fun doesn't mean the no makeup part would be."

"You're not bothered by that getting in our way and making you breakout?"

"I guess I am..." she mumbles.

"Then what's the problem?" I shrug.

"You keep forgetting the downside to all of this—"

"There is no downside!" I groan, getting pajamas for the both of us.

"It is very much a downside. That's what I'm trying to tell you!" she groans when I don't respond, "You're going to break up with me."

My head snaps to her, "Do you honestly think that?"

Abby lets out a weak laugh, "I don't know? You may see all of me and then poof."

I shake my head, hanging up the robes we got from Carol for christmas.

"Okay listen..." she pulls me to sit next to her on the edge of the bed, "If I agree to this makeupless shower, I won't trap you in a relationship if you find me hideous. That'd be no good to anybody."

I glare at her standing to go start the shower.

She grabs my hand and guides me to stand between her legs, "Okay! Okay, I guess its better in a moment I choose than by surprise."

"You'll really do it?" I cross my arms over my chest.

She nods, "If I knew today would be the day I would've prepared for it. Can I prepare now, at least?"

"Prepare?"

"Yeah."

"How?"

"Give me a big hug?" she sits me sideways in her lap. My face finding the crook of her neck as her arms link around my waist, "Our last hug."

“I’ve changed my mind.”

She laughs, "Just humor me"

"I don't like you joking like this."

"I know you don't like it, but it's your fault for diving into this so hold me as tight as you can because this is our last hug."

"Are you going to break up with me?"

"Of course not, you're gonna break up with- just let me prepare for the worst, please?"

I roll my eyes.

"It's a compromise! Let me prepare okay?"

"Fine."

She sighs, "Our last compromise"

I pinch her side, earning a surprised yelp.

"I know you hate it, but I hate it too." she falls backwards so we're laying down, "Our last snuggle— No! Don't pull away, snuggle like you mean it please. Like it's the last one...will you kiss me?"

"Those are fighting words."

"Please? Our first and last sad make out."

I turn my head away from her.

"You're not gonna wanna touch me at all after this so pucker up for our last lip locking" she laughs.

"This isn't funny Abby."

"So it’s a flawed coping mechanism." she turns me flat on my back to rest her head on my chest, "If you already won't kiss me you should expect me to be sad, last nuzzle—"

I swat her shoulder.

"Just let me do what I have to do, woman!"

I roll my eyes for the millionth time, hand coming up to play with her hair out of habit.

"Our first and last fight."

"That one I'm onboard with." I chuckle.

She laughs, "See! Aren't you glad we played this game? You're welcome."

"Don't push it."

She leans back to look at me, "What other things do we do? Oh!"

She throws her leg over my hip.

"The last leg wrap. You're gonna miss this. You always grab my butt when we lay like this"

We laugh when my hand finds her ass, "Can you blame me?"

"I'm exhausted now, can we just sleep?"

I shake my head, "You're not getting out of this."

"But you're tired, too!"

"Nope. Come on." I pat her ass one last time and sit up.

She sprawls out like a starfish, "Goodbye Y/n’s bed sheets. I'm gonna miss this mattress and your room and you and how beautifully you treat me. I miss laying all my love on you. Laying with you. I miss talking to you."

"Stop talking in past tense."

"I'm preparing."

I throw her designated pajamas at her face.

"You know we've always been good at making each other laugh, but you hate me today."

"I could never hate you but I am mad. I'm allowed to be after this."

She sits at the edge of the bed, "Yes, but don't forget I will be the real loser today."

"You owe me a shower Miss Gerhard." I stand between her legs again.

"I know... but I don't want to." she sits up to wrap her arms around my waist, her forehead resting against my stomach, "Will you rub my back?"

I can't help but comply.

She lets out a content hum, "Thank you... the last—"

"That's enough." I remove her arms from around me and pick up the pajamas from the bed.

"Alright, I've had my preparation." she follows me into the bathroom, "I was going to say it's downhill from here- actually downhill is easier than uphill but no one would understand the saying if we said it right. The last fun fact."

I frown at her over my shoulder as I turn the shower on, "I told you stop that."

"Sweetheart, I don't know why you're not concerned. The last pet name!"

I dry my hand after checking the water temperature, "I thought you said you were finished preparing."

"I know but I had one more."

Her eyes follow me as I grab the face cleanser, shower gel, shampoo, and conditioner.

"You're very sweet, and you do make me feel beautiful, and you're right I think this game has gone too far—"

"Thank you."

"Not for that but now I'm thinking if this was the last—"

I hang up the towels on the hook by the shower, "Are you just trying to make me sad now?” I place her hands on my hips, lay my arms over her shoulders, and lean in for lingering kiss, "You do realize this scares me too? For you to see me, all of me, I mean. But I like being close to you and I want to be even closer if you'll allow us to."

Abby rubs her nose against mine, "Okay I'm ready now."

She yawns again, making me laugh.

"Don’t laugh at me- the last yawn!” she grins.

"Abigail."

She clutches her chest, "No! Not the full name! We've come too far for violence! Okay, if today is the day, then today is the day. Now I must honor our compromise."

I take her face in my hands and pull her in for another long kiss.

"You giving me courage?" she laughs.

I respond with another kiss.

"You're already making me feel better"

kiss

"okay"

kiss

"we"

kiss

"gotta get"

kiss

"Baby!"

I laugh between a few more quick kisses, "Okay!"

kiss

"Now let's go." I help her pull her sweater over her head.

"We were so cozy and you had to ruin it." she laughs nervously, unbuttoning my shirt with a shaky breath.

I reach around her to unzip her skirt, pulling it down along with her tights. Abby unbuckles my pants and let’s them fall to my ankles before collecting all of our clothes and putting them on the counter.

"Okay...death row here we go" she mumbles.

I quietly laugh at her as I unclip my bra and take off my underwear.

She quickly does the same.

I make my way to the shower, checking the water again and placing the products on the shelf, then hold the curtain open for her, "You coming?"

"Yeah. You look really good- you always do...what's that like?" she laughs. I take her hand to help her over the edge of the tub, "Always so sweet." Once we’re both in she yawns again, making me laugh. "Yeah whatever." she grumbles.

I go under the water first, letting it rinse my body from head to toe.

"You know I happen to like showers."

I laugh as I wipe water from my face, "Okay?"

"I do!"

"I believe you, babe."

She scoffs, "As if that's uninteresting. Many people don't, so you should clock that information."

"Taking note of your liking of showers!" I smile.

"Oouu, we can have shower or bath themed date nights! Do shower related...things" she laughs mischievously.

"You're stalling" I sing, applying the shampoo to my hair.

"I'm stalling. Pass me the face cleanser please?"

She moves under the stream as she soaps up her face, "Is there any way we can do this slowly?"

I place a kiss on shoulder as I pass her, "Nope."

"Right, better to rip off the bandaid I guess."

"Good" I kiss her other shoulder.

"Know I will not be able to look at you after -you can look at me- I just- yeah that's all. Okay."

"Doesn't it feel better though?" I ask.

"It does feel good. Feels really good. The eyeliner is the worst to take off, that's another reason. My eyes will be red and my skin will be swollen now."

"Honey."

"Right, okay...that should do it...I'm gonna move on to my hair and we'll pretend nothing happened. Everything is normal."

I put some soap in my hands and lather up her back before gliding my hands across stomach.

"Oh? Hi handsy." she giggles.

"Turn around so I can get your front?" I grab more soap.

"Thats far more close up than you should see me because I actually really like you."

I wash her arms as I wait, "I really like you, too."

"And I have every intention of staying with you for a very long time..."

"As do I, my lovely.” I place a kiss on the back of her neck.

"I'm glad, so maybe this is just me being afraid of what tomorrow brings?"

"What do you mean?" I run my hands up and down her sides.

"Beauty fades, we all know that, but I want you to think I'm pretty. I- well I think you're very pretty and I know far more goes into beauty than aesthetic appeal and I was just afraid you wouldn't think that."

"No one loves how they look all the time, honey, that'd be insane."

"It's all stupid, I was just scared."

"It isn't stupid if it worries you this much, can I rinse my hair?"

"Oh of course, sweetheart, sorry."

I close my eyes and tip my head back under the stream of warm water, "It's alright."

"You look really good in the shower, you know."

I grin spreads across my face, "I probably look like a wet dog—"

"None of that."

"You're right, no more self deprecating for either of us.”

“Agreed.”

“How about a fox? I look like a wet fox."

"Saying it in a sexy voice doesn't change anything." she laughs. Abby rinses the soap off once she finishes washing her legs.

"Thank you for doing this.” I reach for the conditioner, “I know you may still be little nervous but I'm glad we’re doing it."

“I am too, darling. Turn around for me?” Abby pumps soap into her hands and starts to lather my arms and back, "It'll be a relief to not breakout anymore. I will need a drawer for my products, though."

"Of course. I wish we did this sooner so you didn't have to breakout so much."

"Don't feel bad, it was teeny tiny bumps on occasion."

"Still."

We switch spots so I can rinse my body.

"I love you." Abby blurts out.

From her cheeks to her chest is flushes red when I look at her over my shoulder. I wipe the water from my face and shyly lay my arms over her shoulder before leaning in for a soft kiss, "I love you too"

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful— Oh gosh that sounds so sappy" she drops her head to my shoulder.

"No- it was sweet. If I can make you feel even half as beautiful as you really are then your ego would already be worrisome." I tease.

"Can you wash my hair?"

We both laugh as I let out an excited "Yes!"

She claps her hands. I bend over to get the shampoo, earning a long whistle from behind me, "Oouu I am in the right place. I forgot about two very important things when weighing the pros and cons of this.”

"Stop!" I grin, covering my boobs.

"Hey! Move those hands, you have a job to do."

I pour the shampoo in my hands.

"Oh yeah." she giggles before giving me what was supposed to be a quick kiss.

"We may cause a drought at this rate" I sigh when her lips meet my neck.

"We can do both at the same time." she trails her kisses to my collarbones.

"God I love you"

She chuckles lowly, "This is pretty good for our last shower."

"Abigail."

"I love you, too!"

"You better."

#abby gerhard #x reader #abby gerhard x reader #sarah paulson #carol 2015

29 notes · View notes