#as for todays prompt i love the warmth and gentleness i get from it

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 276

Adjective: Orange

Noun: Silhouette

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Orange: reddish yellow in color

Silhouette: the dark shape and outline of someone or something visible against a lighter background, especially in dim light; a representation of someone or something showing the shape and outline only, typically colored in solid black

[leclerc-hs]

can't get you outta my head - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader (friends to lovers!) summary: in which you and charles are in the same friend group and find solace in one another OR you and charles fuck and can’t forget about it warnings: smut under the cut! oral (f-receiving!), outdoor sex, p in v, angst, pining, badly translated french (pls correct me), NOT PROOFREAD word count: 5.4k! (lengthy) author’s note: IN HONOR OF HITTING 1,600 FOLLOWERS I AM POSTING THIS TODAY!!!! double-postings today!!! i wrote this SOOO fast so sorry if there’s any mistakes. loved writing it tho and i know i was going to make it more enemies originally but making him softer and cutesy just felt right for now. i can always do another one if you guys want!! just let me know what you think! love hearing from you guys!!! xoxo

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BENEATH THE BRILLIANT canopy of the sun’s golden embrace, you recline comfortably upon the plush cushions of the lounge chairs, creating a sanctuary of comfort amidst the vast expanse of sand. Around you, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures unfold: vibrant beach towels strewn around carelessly, the glistening ocean stretching endlessly before you, and the verdant palm trees swaying in rhythmic cadence against the bright blue sky.

The sound of the ocean’s embrace upon the sandy shoreline murmurs in the background, a subtle undercurrent beneath the symphony of voices of your friends that fills the air. Your gaze drifts towards a cluster of your friends cavorting in the embrace of the water. Their figures, silhouetted against the shimmering expanse of the ocean, exude a carefree vitality. Like playful spirits unleashed, they tumble and wrestle amidst the crash of the waves, their laughter echoing.

You smile softly listening to a few of the girl’s banter over last night’s drunken escapades, flipping a page of the cheap magazine you purchased earlier.

“Joris a pratiquement mange de la merde hier soir.” Joris practically ate shit last night. Your best friend, also Joris’s girlfriend, to the left of you says in between laughter, as you all careen over with a laugh. 

“Au moins, il va bien.” At least he’s fine. You say with a soft smile, turning another page of your magazine. “Can we talk about Antoine shooting a firecracker out of his ass?” The words spark an immediate eruption of laughter, tears threaten to fall from your eyes from the sheer hilarity of the memory.

“Qu’est-ce qui est si drôle?” What’s so funny?

You turn your head and find yourself locking eyes with a pair of captivating green. In that moment, your heart skips a small beat, and a soft smile graces your lips as you gaze warmly at him. “Making fun of Joris and Antoine, bien sûr.” Of course.

A smile plays at the corner of his pink lips, and you can’t help but envy their perfect hue. You can’t help but notice the subtle dimples that grace Charles’ cheeks as he smiles. Did he always have those? With a casual grace, he raises a hand to scratch the side of his stubble before reaching for a towel casually draped over your lounge chair. As he leans over, droplets of water cascade onto your warm skin, a gentle reminder of the ocean’s embrace. You steal a moment to admire the bronzed glow of his skin, the sunlight dancing upon the small beads of water that cling to his sculpted muscles with a tantalizing allure.

A peculiar aura envelops the relationship between you and Charles. You didn’t speak often, although you were in the same friend group, and have known each other for forever. However, in the recent weeks, a shift has occurred. Perhaps it’s the shared experience of a newfound singleness has drawn you closer together, prompting conversations to flow more freely than ever before.

A delicate blush creeps onto your cheeks, a fleeting flush of warmth that you hope goes unnoticed against the backdrop of your sun-kissed skin. You feel a jolt of electricity shoot through you as Charles’s fingers brush lightly against your shoulders while the grabs the towel, igniting a subtle spark between you two.

“Allons-nous au club ce soir?” Are we going to the club tonight? One of your guy friends asks, sinking onto a sandy towel with a groan as he collapses onto the soft grains. 

For a moment, maybe a few seconds, silence hangs in the air. As if each person is lost in contemplation, weighing the prospect of the evening’s plans. Then, in a synchronous chorus, a resounding chorus of “yes” erupts from the group, breaking the silence with unanimous enthusiasm.

You remain silent, immersed in the pages of a trash magazine, each turn revealing scandalous tales that undoubtedly blur the lines between fact and fiction. Charles watches you intently from his position in the beach chair across from you, though not directly opposite. Positioned slightly to the right, his gaze lingers on you with a subtle curiosity, his expression betraying a hint of contemplation as he observes you amidst the circle of friends. Always in your own world.

“Lovie, tu participes?” Are you in? Your best friend beside you seems to notice your lack of response. Her arms stretch across the gap between your chairs, and she gently squeezes your wrist, a silent gesture of reassurance and solidarity. 

Lovie. You don’t exactly know why you got that nickname, but it stuck. And it carried over to most of the friend group calling you that since childhood.

You lifted your head up, the sun beading down on you causing your eyes to slightly crinkle, as you gave her a look that said duh!

Your friends smile widens as she claps her hands together, her excitement palpable as she sits up from her previously relaxed position. Her enthusiasm is infectious, casting a warm glow over the group as they all eagerly cheer in happiness with her. “Mon dieu!” Thank God! It was a squeal of relief. “Maybe you’ll meet a sexy man and fall in love and have his babies so you can forget all about that loser.”

Your heart clenches at the mere mention of your ex. The smile on your lip’s falters just slightly, but you quickly regain composure, determined not to show a hint of sadness surface while on vacation with your friends. With a subtle effort, you smooth away the brief flicker of vulnerability, masking it beneath a façade of cheerful resilience. 

You roll your eyes, “Nous verrons.” We’ll see. Your tone carries a hint of mystery as you look back into your magazine, letting the conversation of your friends flow into a different direction.

-

“Es-tu sûre que tu devrais en prendre unautre?” Are you sure you should have another? Joris says into your ear, making sure you’re able to hear him over the pulse of the music, his arm slung over the back of the booth behind you. You lean into his body, a drunken smile pulled on your lips.

He harbored a slight concern for you. While you were his girlfriend’s best friend, your friendship dated back to childhood, long before his relationship with her, and he held you in high regard. His care for you ran deep, and ever since your break-up, he knows that you haven’t been the same.

“Arrête de t’inquiéter pour moi.” Stop worrying about me. You shove his shoulder gently, before pointing to your best friend on the dance floor. “Inquiéte-toi pour elle.” Worry about her.

You let out a soft laugh as you witness Joris’s eyes widen in surprise at the sight of his girlfriend standing on the stage. With a knowing smile, you begin to slide out of the booth with intent to make your way to the bar, sensing the need for a fresh drink to accompany the unfolding spectacle.

Before you can even slide out of the booth, a fresh drink—scratch that, a refill of your drink, is placed in front of you. Your gaze follows the masculine hand holding the glass, adorned with an expensive watch at the wrist, tracing its path up the arm until your gaze meets Charles’ intense stare. His eyes, dark and captivating, lock onto yours, already filled with questions and a silent understanding.

You slide back over, silently signaling him to sit beside you. As he eases into the spot beside you, the proximity of his body sends a shiver down your spin, the heat radiating from him igniting a primal longing within you. Your bare skin tingles with anticipation as his presence fills the air with an electric charge, a silent dance of desire playing out between you in the dimly lit confines of the booth.

In the midst of the pulsating club music, words between you two remained scarce. Yet, you both found solace in the quiet companionship that enveloped you both. The energy of the club swirled around you, but the warmth of each other’s presence, you felt a profound sense of ease settle, much like a comforting blanket.

-

It wasn’t unnoticeable to the rest of the friend group. In fact, it was very noticeable. The way you and Charles seemed to find a connection with one another, especially post break-ups. 

It’s not that you were never friends, you just were never as close. So it came as a slight surprise to a few of your friends as they picked up the little changes that were made.

Like when Charles refills your drinks for you. Or when he notices that there is coconut in your meal, which you’re very allergic to, and sends it back to the kitchen. 

Like when you remind him to put on sunscreen, knowing he tends to burn easily. Or when you find yourselves sitting out by the fire at night, long after everyone went to sleep, just talking about the most random things.

“The CGI in that movie was terrible!”

“It’s a classic! You can’t hate a classic!”

“That doesn’t make the CGI better!”

Or

“I’ll have you know I’m a culinary expert.”

“Charles, I’ve known you for forever. Don’t lie!”

“I’m an innovator! Who else could turn pasta into charcoal with such ease?”

No matter the topic at hand, you and Charles always found yourselves engulfed in laughter, the gentle sound filling the air with warmth and camaraderie.

-

You didn’t want sadness to cloud your vacation, but sometimes emotions have a way of washing over you like relentless waves. One of the evenings, while your friends made plans to dine out, you made the wise choice to stay in. Although you didn’t want to miss out, you felt that you were not in the right mindset to be out with everyone. Some protested your decision, expressing concern, but you assured them that you would be fine on your own and ready to party it up all day tomorrow.

Charles shot you a funny look as he slid his hands into one of his pockets, leaning casually against the kitchen archway. His white linen shirt, barely buttoned and snug against his muscles, accentuated his tan, making it seem even more vibrant against the stark contrast of the fabric. A single glance from him stirred a whirlwind of emotions within you as you perched on the bar-stool chair, clad in nothing but a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a well-worn t-shirt. It was your ex-boyfriend’s shirt, a garment you should have long discarded, but its comfort proved too irresistible to part with. Despite the pang of guilt that tugged at your conscience, you found solace in its familiar embrace, a reminder of the past you couldn’t quite let go of yet.

The villa you currently stayed in was beautiful. Its whitewashed walls and wrought-iron accents blended modern and luxury all in one. Inside, the warm glow of the setting sunbathed the spacious rooms, casting an ethereal orange hue over the abundance of white and wood-colored furniture. As the click of the front door echoed through the villa, the chatter of your friends faded into near silence as they departed for dinner, leaving you alone in complete silence.

-

You find yourself eventually nestled in the corner of the oversized couch, cocooned in the warmth of a fluffy blanket draped over your body. With the television remote in hand, you flip through the channels, searching for something to capture your interest. Nothing quite grabs your attention, until you stumble upon a cheesy rom-com you’ve seen hundreds of times.

Lost in a trance, you’re oblivious to the world around you, the gentle breeze whispering through the open windows. The creak of the front door opening barely registers, and it’s only when Charles’ silhouette materializes in the archway beside the TV that you snap back to reality. A soft smile tugs at the corners of Charles’ lips as he gazes upon you, nestled comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth. His heart skips a beat at the sight of you, at the sight of your eyes looking at him with such softness.

“Que fais-tu de retour?” What are you doing back?

He shrugs nonchalantly, pushing off from the wall’s archway and making his way toward you. With an easy grace, he plops down beside you, propping one leg up on another couch cushion and allowing his shoulder and head to half-lean against you.

You both settle in a comfortable silence, the sound of the movie filling the air around you with a comforting ambiance.

“Penses-tu jamais que tu le surpasseras?” Do you ever think you’ll get over him?

The words send your stomach into a frenzy of somersaults, and a tightness forms in your throat, making it difficult to swallow.

You don’t answer immediately, instead you stare ahead at the television, your fingers fumbling with the fabric of the blanket nervously.

“Je l’espère.” I hope so.

His eyes are solemn as you look at him. “Parfois,” Sometimes. He begins, straightening his posture so he can fully look at you. “I think I’ll never get over her.”

His words hang heavily in the air, and though they sting a bit, you understand. You share the same sentiment.

“Mais toi,” But you. His hand reaches to yours, the one fumbling with your thigh. His eyes dart between both of yours, like he’s struggling to formulate his next words. “You just,” He starts before squeezing your hand in his. “You just make my days feel easier.”

You nod slowly, knowing exactly what he’s trying to say. “My pain, my heartache, just disappears whenever I’m with you.” Your voice is soft as you speak the words. The truth of them daunting.

“Sometimes I just wish I could turn my emotions off.” You say, unwrapping the blanket from your body, so that it only sits underneath you now. “Like I could just fuck someone and move on.”

Charles’ eyes widen slightly as the word ‘fuck’ slips past your lips. He nearly lets out an audible groan, his eyes tracing the contours of your collarbones peeking out from the oversized shirt that slips tantalizingly of your shoulder.

He licks his lips, swallowing a pronounced gulp, as his eyes trail back to your face.

“Yeah.” 

You could feel the tension in the air, like the both of you were considering fucking each other here and now. Charles couldn’t escape the thoughts of spreading you out on the cushions right here, spreading your legs and fucking you with his tongue.

As he locks eyes with you, you feel a flutter in your stomach, your thighs clenching involuntarily as his gaze lingers on your lips. You part your lips to speak, but before you can utter another word, a loud burst of commotion erupts through the front door. No doubt your drunken friends, clamoring for the fire pit.

-

You and Charles find yourselves in an awkward dance since then. Not too awkward, but the idea of you fucking each other escaped neither of your minds.

It was honestly twisted. The fact that Charles couldn’t stop picturing what you would look like beneath him, what your moans would sound like in his ear. He had fucked his fist twice to the though of you since he even heard the word ‘fuck’ slip past your lips on the couch the other night. It was honestly pathetic.

You couldn’t handle it either it seems. You found your eyes lingering on Charles way longer than necessary. The flex of his muscles as he enjoys a morning workout by the villa’s pool, the small smiles he gives you from across the room, and the small touches he gives as he walks by you has you driving yourself up a fucking wall.

So, when your friends decide to head out for a spa day, you and Charles hang back sitting across from one another a tad too far apart on the outdoor couch for it to be normal. It was as if you needed the space to stop from jumping each other’s bones.

The skimpy red bikini you wore did little to ease Charles’ thoughts. But he couldn’t help but feel grateful for the first time in weeks he isn’t thinking about his ex-girlfriend. No, he’s too engrossed in the idea of fucking you. Hearing your sweet little moans he just knows you would have. Feeling your smooth skin beneath the pads of his fingertips.

Charles could feel himself harden just by glancing at you lounging comfortably on the outdoor couch, the clouds covering the sun engulfing you guys in a moment of shade.

Across the couch from him, you tried to do everything but acknowledge Charles’ longing stare. But you couldn’t. Your body was all tense, in need of a release. 

“Charles, will you—”

Before you could even finish the sentence, Charles was standing over your figure on the couch. His hardened cock visibly noticeable in his short swimsuit. The muscles of his thighs flexed before you, as he visibly gulped at the vision of your breasts spilling out of the top.

“Assieds-toi droit.” Sit up. He murmurs softly, his voice carrying a gentle command as he shifts, prompting you to straighten your posture.

Was this really about to happen? You really hoped so.

It was as if Charles can see the desire in your eyes, answering the question of if you wanted this in his head almost instantly.

“Est-ce que je peux t’embrasser?” Can I kiss you? His thumb toyed with your bottom lip, tracing it as he licked his own.

You nodded your head before his lips pressed down onto yours, capturing them in a sweet embrace. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it firmly near your scalp as he deepened the kiss, igniting a surge of warmth and longing between you.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he slips his tongue into your mouth, pressing it hotly against yours. He pulls away for a moment, still standing above your sitting figure, as he takes in your blown out pupils.

“Ça a un gout si doux.” Tastes so sweet. His hand remains in your hair, holding your head in place to look at him. His eyes stare at your sightly swollen lips, a clench of need forming in the pit of his stomach.

He falls to his knees before you on the couch, kneeling between your two legs, as his other hand presses against your chest, forcing you to lean back against the cushions of the couch. The sun peeped through the clouds momentarily, allowing you to drink in the sight of just how light his eyes were.

His thumb grazes your bikini cladded core, rubbing light circles in a teasing manner. The pressure of his thumb wasn’t enough, but it was everything you needed.

He looked at you from between your legs, a smirk on his face like he knew just how crazy he was driving you. It was an image you never wanted to forget. 

“Touch me.” You begged, a breathy moan leaving your lips as his thumb pressed harder onto your swollen clit. 

It was all he needed to hear before sliding your bikini bottoms to the side and shoving his tongue to where you needed him most. The cool air of the outdoors was a stark contrast to the heat you felt between your legs. 

He took his time with you, like he wanted to savor every sweet moan you gave him. His tongue flicked around your clit a few times, before wrapping his lips around it. Your hand slid into his brown locks, slightly lightened form the sun over vacation, and pulled as you rutted your hips against his face.

“Mm, that’s it,” He groaned into your cunt, his words vibrating against you, sending your hips into a faster frenzy. He slipped two fingers into you, lifting his head to watch as you lulled your head back against the cushion and took your hands from his head to your breasts. You stretched the bikini top slightly, until your breasts spilled over the tiny triangles, your nipples already hardened from the need that burned within you.

Charles slipped one hand up to your breasts, taking one of your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger and pinching.

“M’god,” You half-shouted, biting your lip to prevent yourself for being too loud.

“Don’t deprive me from your sweet little moans, yeah?” He pulled his lips off your clit for a few seconds, giving you ample time to look at them glistening in you. You nearly came at the sight of it. 

He dropped his head back between your legs, flicking fast kitten licks to your clit, which had you careening forward with a cry of pleasure.

He sucked hard on your clit, eliciting loud mewls from you that were like a sweet melody to his ears. Charles could feel his cock straining against the tightness of his swim suit, he flexed his hips into the couch before him, in need of some sort of relief. 

He could feel you teetering on the edge of your orgasm, shoving his face deeper into you, his tongue slipping in and out of you at a fervent pace. It hit you hard. Your hips had a mind of their own, as they rode his face, the bony structure of his nose pressing against your clit sending you into a frenzy.

Charles replaced his tongue with his fingers and watched as you came down from your high. His fingers still working you over as he coaxed you through your orgasm, not letting up.

“I knew you would taste like heaven,” He smirks, finally removing his fingers, before slipping them into his mouth, and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue.

You groaned, your pupils blown out as you looked at him, your legs still spread and cunt fully exposed to him and the outside air. 

“Need more,” You practically begged.

“Need my cock, hm?” You nodded, wasted no time in answering. He pushed himself up from his knees, sitting beside you on the couch as he pushed his swimsuit down enough to free his cock. It was hot and heavy in your hands as you reached for it, precum already dripping from its tip.

You straddled his waist, raising up just enough for him to slip his cock into your already saturated core. Your hands grip the back of the couch behind Charles’ head, your fingers clenching it tightly as you take in each inch of him. His hands grip your waist, large fingers sprayed across as he guides your movements over his cock.

The squeeze of your cunt on his cock was better than Charles could ever imagine. The fact that he had to use his fist before you was honestly a punishment compared to this.

“Mon dieu,” My God. You groan as his cock stretches your walls. You waste no time in working yourself over his cock, the pleasure of it too good for you to do it slow. You chased that second orgasm as it teetered on the edge. You were already so close.

“That close already?” His smirk was permanent on his face as he flexed his hips up into you, hitting you deeper than before.

You nodded, soft mewls escaping your lips constantly. It was as if you couldn’t shut up now. His hands grip your hair tightly, pulling your head back to look up at the sky, as he pulls one of your hardened nipples in between his teeth.

You didn’t have time to tell him you were coming again, but the clench of your walls on his cock was enough of a warning for him. Your walls fluttered around him repeatedly, as his name fell softly from your lips followed with a string of curses.

As if he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer, he lifted you up off him and placed you to the side, his hot cum spilling over his cock and stomach in stringy spurts. Your body was limp against the cushion, your bathing suit covering nothing.

Still hazy from your climax, you look from the blue cloudy sky to Charles beside you. His eyes were glossy as he smiled, like he was fully content.

“Merci,” Thank you. You said softly, an acknowledgment for him giving you what you mentioned the other night.

He nodded once, giving a small smile as if to say thank you back.

-

It’s been weeks since you and Charles fucked on the outdoor couch of the vacation villa. You haven’t seen each other much since, not that you expected it. You were thankful it helped you forget about your ex-boyfriend just a little bit more. Like you could bare the idea of meeting other men. Which you were.

You claimed that Charles was a one-time thing. Although it was probably the best sex you’ve ever had, you knew you couldn’t do it again. It was a mutual one-time thing.

So, when you found yourself pressed against the bathroom door of the five-star restaurant, your short little sundress bunched up at your waist, and Charles’ cock buried deep in your cunt, it was a little unexpected. Not completely.

It was hard and quick, nothing but a string of breathy moans between you two as he pressed your chest forward into the door. You both came quickly, your chest flushed red and his cheeks slightly pink as if he just performed a hard workout. 

“Who’s your date?” He asks, the words slip out fast, like he’s trying to act like he doesn’t care.

You furrow your eyebrow for a second, before looking at yourself in the mirror, Charles standing tall behind your figure. “Just met him last night,” You flattened your hair as much as you could to make it seem normal. “I’m trying to get back out there.”

Charles smiles at you, although it seems slightly pained. “Good. Your ex-boyfriend didn’t deserve you.” His words were kind, and it made you smile that he even bothered to say it. 

“I should get back,” You begin, turning to face him. His eyes look at your lips one last time, like he’s contemplating kissing you again. “I’ll see you next week at Joris’s, right?”

He gave you a small nod.

-

Charles Leclerc is a liar.

Well, a liar when it comes to him saying he doesn’t think about you sexually. The way you feel around his cock. The way your breathy moans turn him on to no end. The way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his cock. The taste of your cunt on his lips. 

He’s a liar if he says he doesn’t fuck his fist almost every night to the thought of you.

But he was also a liar when it comes to him saying he doesn’t think about you not sexually. The way you loved to read trashy magazines, the way you always fidgeted with the rings on your fingers when you were nervous, the way your eyes glowed whenever you laughed. 

So, when Joris mentions you and a new potential boyfriend, he can’t help but feel slightly annoyed at the idea. The clench of Charles’ jaw at the sight of you and this ‘potential boyfriend’ across the yard at baby shower, does not slip past Joris’s eyesight.

“Y a-t-il quelque chose entre vous deux?” Is there something between you two?

Charles clutches the neck of the beer bottle in his fingers, bringing it to his lips, before straying his eyes from you to Joris beside him.

Charles’ eyes gleamed like he didn’t know how to answer this without admitting feelings he hasn’t even admitted to himself. He shook his head. No. Because there wasn’t.

“Vous étiez proches en vacances.” You guys were close on vacation.

It was just a statement, as if he wanted to see Charles’ reaction. Charles didn’t know if Joris was trying to insinuate anything, but Charles didn’t respond. Not as Joris’s girlfriend, your best friend, popped up behind you both, a tray of cupcakes in her hand.

You sat across the yard, deep in conversation with Theo, at one of the many heavily decorated picnic tables. The short purple sundress that adorned your body is a vision of effortless elegance. Delicate straps grace the shoulders, framing your breasts with a feminine charm. The skirt flows gently with every movement, swaying gracefully in the warm breeze.

You both knew it wasn’t anything serious, at least yet, but he had a way of making you smile, nonetheless. Despite only knowing each other for a few weeks and sharing a handful of dates, he made a point to take his time with you. He was considerate, never pressuring you into anything, especially after you had confided in him about your previous messy relationship one night.

“Tu es belle.” You’re beautiful. Theo whispered into your ear, his fingers toying with the fabric at the ends of your dress, resting right above your knees.

You blushed, your cheeks flaring a light shade of red, as you smiled into your lap. You lifted your head slightly, looking across the yard, where your eyes met with Charles. His eyes already watching you with such heat in his eyes it made your stomach do a somersault.

He felt an intense surge of resentment towards the guy who dared to lay his hands on you, his anger boiling as he watched him lean into whisper into your ear. Your cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of crimson under his gaze, betraying the effect of his words.  What could he possibly be saying to you?

It was just his cock you were coming around last week. So, why is this fiery sense of jealousy threatening to consume him entirely?

It didn’t make sense. How could he feel such intense jealousy over someone he never even had a real relationship with? He never even felt this jealous over his ex-girlfriend.

It was just sex.

He told himself repeatedly. It was just sex. But it only made the burn in his chest only grow more.

-

You were a liar if you said that Charles Leclerc is never on your mind. You were a liar if you said that it was just sex.

Because, for some inexplicable reason, you can’t seem to get Charles Leclerc out of your mind. You remember how he made sure none of your dishes contained coconut, how he bought you those trashy magazines he knew you loved so much, and how he always made sure that you were smiling.

So, when Charles Leclerc stood silhouetted in the doorway of your front door, the moonlight casting a soft glow around him in the middle of the night, you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat.

You took note of his hair in disarray, as if he had run his hands through it a dozen times, and the soft grey sweats that hung loosely on his hips. The taut muscles of his arms peeked out against the seams of the black t-shirt he wore. 

“Je n’arrête pas de penser à toi.” I can’t stop thinking about you. He utters the words with a look of anguish etched on his face, each step carefully navigating around your figure as he stands in the foyer of your apartment, a space he’s been in countless times over the years. But never alone. Never without friends.

You close the door and turn to look at him, not realizing just how close he was to you. “It’s like you,” he begins but freezes, taking a step closer toward you. You take a step back, the tight tank top you wore did little to hide your hardened nipples from the cold air, and your back hit the front door. “It’s like you possess every thought I have. Every single thought. You. You. You.”

You sucked in a breath as you looked into his eyes, more darkened than normal, almost as if he was angry at you.

“Qu’est-ce que tu m’as fait?” What did you do to me? His fingers trail up your arm to your collarbones, a trail of goosebumps following in their wake.

You gulp audibly, your lips slightly parted from the feel of his fingertips on your skin for the first time in weeks. You struggle to find the words until Charles is pleading.

He laughs slightly sarcastic, like he can’t believe this is happening to him. “I even bought those trashy magazines that you like so much, a whole stack of them at my place, because I cannot get you out of my fucking head.”

“Dit moi, it’s not just me.” Tell me.

You would be a liar if you said it’s just him. Your hands trail up to his shoulder, your fingers squeezing them in comfort as you stare into his eyes. His breaths getting heavier as your fingers trail his t-shirt classes skin, like he was yearning for it so much, like it burned him.

“It’s not just you.”

He doesn’t give you time to say much more, not until his lips are crashing down onto yours again. Like he couldn’t last one more second without your lips pressed to his.

[primofate]

Is it a crime to post unfinished drafts? It's been sitting for 2 years already. I'm letting this one go.

Genshin Series - The sides of him only you get to have and see Part 5: Angry/Frustrated [All male characters]

Other works in this series: (Part 1 - Soft and Gentle) (Part 2 - flustered) (Part 3 - clingy) (Part 4 - Worried)

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, depending on the prompt, lots of different scenarios, some protective, some a bit yandere, some aggressive... quite long cause i got carried away >_>

Personal favourites in this work: Ayato, Bennett

Aether

When his investigation about his sister’s whereabouts turns up into a dead end

“...What if I never find her?” His voice is just a whisper as the two of you sit side by side around the campfire. Paimon is already sleeping off to the side, exhausted by the day’s events. 

You can hear the desperation in his voice, and it cripples you as well, the hurt that comes with losing a loved one and being unable to find them. You let yourself fall sideways and lay your head on his shoulder, hoping to give him some comfort. “...We’ll keep looking, Teyvat’s a big place, you know,” you whisper and it seems that your answer only serves to frustrate him more.

“That’s exactly the problem... Sometimes I don’t know where to start and I don’t know where to look first... I just...” His fists clench for a moment but he relaxes with a small sigh minutes later, arm wounding around your back to pull you closer to his side. “Sorry... I don’t mean to complain so much,” 

You shake your head as you bask in his warmth. “You’re allowed to feel this way, Aether. I’m right here beside you, okay?”

His gaze softens, head leaning towards the crown of your head to place a kiss there. “Thank you, Y/N,” he wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you as well.

Albedo

When someone is too rough with you.

Could he request you not to work at the tavern? Possibly, yes. But Albedo was not the type to tie you down or tell you what to do. Plus, you were capable of taking care of yourself. 

Sometimes he would pick you up from your shift, however, today the Cat’s Tail was a little understaffed and you had to work a few more orders before you could go. 

“Hey!” You jump as one tavern-goer stands and smashes his glass of beer on the table with a loud THUD. “This isn’t what I ordered!” Frankly you were used to this by now, but it didn’t mean that you were any less startled. You calmly walked over to the table and took back the mugs that you just placed when the same person grabs your wrist.

The mugs sway in your hand, the beer in it pouring over your fingers a little as it sloshed. “Sir?” You ask as the man’s hand tightens around your wrist. 

The man grunts and growls “Make sure you tell the bartender to give me a discount for giving the wrong order!” Drunkards were like that. They were loud and sometimes couldn’t control themselves, you twist your wrist away successfully and relay the message to the bartender, though you noticed that Albedo was there too, waiting for you to come back. 

Albedo catches your arm and lifts your wrist up to eye level. There’s a blank look on his face that you can’t quite read and for a moment his eyes dangerously flicker to the group of tavern-goers who gave you trouble. You sense that he’s a little irked. “It’s okay ‘Bedo, I’m fine, just the usual rowdy people, you know?” You reassure him and his stern face drops, replaced by that of defeat with a small sigh.

It’s “just the usual” you say. He doesn’t quite know how to feel about that, if this was “usual”, yet he understood. Every job came with its risks and this was already relatively safer than being an adventurer. Albeo sighs again and brings your wrist up to his lips, his eyes yet again dart towards the said table. He really wanted to have a word with those rude men, but he avoided conflict for your sake. 

“Alright, Y/N. As long as you keep your promise,” he reminds you. Jogging your memory that you had promised to tell him if something dire really happens at work.

Ayato

When his status affects you

You’re aware that ever since you and Ayato were married, his shuumatsuban had also been following you around. Ayato reassured you that it was for your own good, and you somewhat agreed. You weren’t that bothered by it, since the shuumatsuban were so good at concealing their presence, it seemed like nothing changed in your every day routine.

“Master Ayato,” and so imagine Ayato’s annoyance when he receives a report from one of his men that you were being tailed by someone suspicious. “...Capture him,”

In the secret dungeons of the Kamisato residence, there is a pitiful man sitting in the middle of a cell with bars. Kamisato Ayato stands in front of him, cold and calculating look on his face. “State your reason for tailing Y/N,” he would break this man quick, and get all the answers he needed for your safety.

“I-I-I swear I’m not a bad guy! I just--Someone told me they’d pay me a huge amount of money to kidnap Y/N!” Ayato doesn’t break his cold gaze from the man, but he also can’t control the way he unsheathes his sword and starts to clean it with a cloth, as if getting ready for an execution.

“Then for your own good I suggest you give me all the names of these people who bribed you,” His tone is calm, but also eerie. “After that’s done, you won’t lay your eyes on Y/N again... Is that understood?” 

He couldn’t afford for anything to happen to you, specially not when it was because of him.

Bennett

When his bad luck affects you

Bennett had been quiet the whole way back to Mondstadt. As per usual a few things happened that proved his luck was horrid. 

Today seemed to be one of the worst.

Not only did you not finish the commission given to you, but things happened one after the other.

First, the two of you couldn’t find the monster you were looking for. Second, when you finally found it, it proved to be difficult to subdue. Third, the treasure the two of you found was not really treasure at all. Fourth, you could not find the item that you were supposed to bring back to town and finally, fifth, a once wonderful, cloudless and breezy day suddenly turned glum and the rain poured down on your heads.

Bennett was utterly defeated, and you knew it cause he had been quiet up until the gates of Mondstadt, when the two of you finally took shelter for a moment from the rain. He usually would still be upbeat and positive, no matter what he went through, but seeing you sneeze and shiver in the rain, on top of being tired and grimey, he really couldn’t help but hate his bad luck.

You glanced at him at the corner of your eye, he was looking at the ground with his brows furrowed. The look of frustration was foreign in his face but you said what you always did after an adventure with him. “...Today was fun, Bennett. Let’s go again tomorrow!”

His head snaps up in an instant, eyes wide and tracing your face for any lies and dishonesty. All he saw was your bright smile and eager disposition. Truthfully you had learned to be incredibly positive because of him, and if he needed a little bit of that positivity, then you were willing to give it back, no matter how hard things were.

For a split second his lips looked as if they trembled, his shoulders relaxed and a wobbly smile appears on his face. He nearly barrels into you with a hug, and mumbles “You’re the best Y/N,”

Bennett always thought that you were his sun, and he loved every bit of the time he spent with you.

Chongyun

When he isn’t able to protect you

“’Yun?” You call out from your sitting position on your bed, and Chongyun, for the umpteenth time that day, slightly jerks up on the chair next to you, eyes darting towards your face. 

“Hm?” he says, trying to brush off the fact that he had been zoning out, small, shy smile on his face.

You’re silent for a moment, staring back at him. The cogs in your mind working a bit more. “...You’re upset aren’t you?” 

The way he tenses up at your accusation tells you the answer, but still he denies it. “N-No,” 

You sigh, your bandaged arm resting on your side. The wound didn’t hurt that much, but Chongyun was the one who insisted he’d feed you instead of making you use your dominant, injured arm. He was so embarrassed when he offered it. Face red and unsure what to say except that he was holding the bowl of porridge your mother made in his hands and that was enough of a cue for you. 

“...Aah,” You open your mouth again, and that’s when Chongyun snaps out of it, realizing that he hadn’t even finished feeding you. So he proceeds to give you another spoonful. 

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” You confirm after you swallow that bite and he again tenses up without saying anything. 

You knew he hated it when the two of you went adventuring together and you ended up getting hurt. Occasionally it would be him with the injury, but when you got injured, somehow, to him, it was a graver matter than him getting hurt. 

That statement opens his dam of insecurities. “I’m too weak...If I had been a little faster...”

“I must be pretty weak too then, if I wasn’t even able to dodge it,” you counter and you see him open his mouth in protest but close it again, knowing that you had laid a trap for him if he disagreed. He went silent again. 

“...I think you’re really cool Chongyun, the way you handle your claymore makes you look really handsome,” you giggled a little cause you knew he was going to go red and sputter out a response. 

“W-W-What do you mean?” He proceeds to shove another spoonful in your face, probably so that you wouldn’t actually be able to reply. “A-Anyway...I...I’ll work harder to protect you,” he finishes his sentence and you don’t protest nor say another thing anymore, seeing as he at least got some of his good mood back. 

Dainsleif

When you don’t keep a promise

“You said you would meet me by the tree in Windrise. Imagine my distress when you didn’t show up,” Dainsleif had his arms crossed over his chest, eyes actually glaring at you. 

“I know but you know how things can get. The job was a little more difficult than expected and it took longer to finish,” 

You’d found yourself trudging deep through the forest to locate the cabin he considered his “home”. Far away from everything else and nearly impossible to locate if you had never been there before. You arrived by morning, knocking at his door and unsurprised with the dumbfounded look on his face. 

He still welcomed you in, but he didn’t say a word and the air was tense even as he placed a glass of water on the table for you. 

Then you were here, getting the lecture from him. 

“Then you shouldn’t have promised to be there. It’s a simple thing to communicate with me that you’re not sure when you’ll be done, I would have waited,” He continued and you sighed, cause you knew that he was right. You really shouldn’t have promised you were going to be there on time. It’s not as if it’d be the end of the world if you were a day or two late. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I guess I just wanted to see you as soon as I could and I wasn’t thinking,” you should’ve known by now that promises were a heavy thing to Dainsleif. 

You heard him give out one of his own sighs and then his hand cups your chin and tilts it up to meet him eye to eye. “I trust you understand why I’m angry,” his voice had levelled down a little, and though he was frustrated earlier you can always see the worry behind his gaze and the love in his eyes. 

You smile a little and nod your head, still a little apologetic. “If I can’t find you, if you happen to go missing, do you know what that would do to me?” He asks you, eyes finally dropping the glare and just softly gazing at you.

“I know,” you whisper and lean your face closer to his hand. Your arm reaches out to hold his coat, tugging on it a little as if a small child. “...I know you weren’t able to sleep...and I spent the whole night trying to make it back to you...so can we rest for a bit?” You suggest and he found it a good idea.

He wordlessly sweeps you into his arms and kisses your forehead, bringing the two of you into the bedroom.

Diluc

When you forget to tell him where you’re going and he doesn’t know where you are

“Adelinde, did Y/N mention skipping dinner today?” Diluc asked his head maid. He was alone at the dinner table and you were nowhere to be found in the mansion. 

Adelinde considered her words carefully. A slight misuse of words would send the young master into a spiral of worry and anxiety. She was a hundred percent sure you had just forgotten to tell someone that you were going to be out for dinner, because you’ve done it before, bless your bad memory, but Adelinde really wished you would at least tell the young master. 

“...They didn’t mention, Master Diluc...but I’m sure they must be out on some errands in Mondstadt,” it was a gamble for Adelinde to state that, because she also didn’t know where you were, and she would be in deep trouble if you didn’t come home at all.

Diluc started to eat, albeit slowly and glanced at Adelinde when she made that statement. “...Did they mention going on an errand?” he asked again, to which Adelinde now had to truthfully reply. “...No,” 

Cue the distress in Diluc’s features. Furrowed brows, cutlery not even moving, eyes calculating. You could practically see all the assumptions run through his face. Maybe you were in trouble, maybe you were taken, maybe you were lost somewhere and needed help. You would have said something if you were going to be home late, no? 

Diluc dropped his cutlery on the table, and he started going back through his memories to determine whether or not you actually had said anything about today. He would have remembered, and as far as he could tell, you didn’t say anything about not having dinner with him today, or anything of the sort.

He was about to push himself up and away from the table, to double check at Mondstadt if anyone had seen you, when the front door opened, revealing you with a basket of goods and a smile on your face. Diluc practically deflated, your name a sigh on his lips, “Y/N,” 

You knew that look, and you knew that look that Adelinde was giving you. “Oh Archons. I’m sorry, I went out in a hurry and just forgot to tell anyone where I was going,” your smile dropped almost immediately as you scurried over to the table with an apologetic gaze on your face turned towards Diluc.

You knew how worried he could get, he could already feel the adrenaline starting to pump through him, thinking about all the worst case scenarios. Diluc sighed once again, repositioning himself properly in front of the table and picking up his cutlery again. He was slightly angry, you could tell. Mostly because this wasn’t the first time it had happened. “...Put your things down and we can eat,” he simply said and you pouted a little while passing the things over to Adelinde, then sitting on your side of the table.

“...I don’t get my welcome back kiss?” You chide him playfully, to which his eyes lazily graze over you and back to his plate of food.

“When you start remembering to tell someone where you’re going in the middle of the night, I’ll start giving you your welcome back kisses,” he strictly exclaims and you could only grumble under your breath.

Gorou

When he spends too much time training or working and loses time with you

“Hahhhh...” Gorou plops down on the tatami floor of his home with a loud and long sigh. Not only was training and the patrols a little harsh today, but that was another day gone without getting to see you.

How long had it been now? Eight, nine days? He was starting to get really antsy about not being able to see you and he knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault but his. 

That night he couldn’t immediately fall into a peaceful sleep. He tossed whenever he thought of you and turned whenever he started thinking too much of what the two of you would do together the next time you saw each other. It was like planning out a whole date in his mind but realizing that he didn’t even have any day offs soon. So he would deflate and be disappointed in himself, try to go to sleep, then get carried away thinking about you again, causing him to snap his eyes open and repeat the thinking process.

“Arrghhh!” At some point he shakes his head and shuts his eyes tight, the frustration getting to him. He had to sleep, or he’ll have a really tiring day tomorrow. 

When he woke up the next morning to knocks on his door he immediately thought he had overslept. He scrambled to his feet, swinging the door open with his still disheveled fluffy hair and said “I-I’ll be right there! I just--” then he reels back, blinking, realizing that it was you standing there are the door. “Y-Y/N?! What’re you doing here?”

He smooths his hair down, tries to pat down his wrinkly house clothes but his eyes are tacked on to you, wide and happy. 

“I figured I’d visit you this time, since you seem really busy,” you laugh sheepishly, scratching your cheek. “I hope I’m not intruding,”

“Of course not!” He replies quickly but coughs on his hand right after. “I-I mean. Yeah, you’re always welcome here,” he smiles and beams at you, but then slumps his shoulders right after. “I...I still have work though, so I won’t be able to spend a lot of time with you...”

You shake your head and wave your hands “That’s alright! I can still spend lunch and dinner with you, right? That’s more than enough for me,” 

His heart blooms with a warmth that engulfs his body, his cheeks might have turned red. You were just oh-so sweet to him and oh-so kind, he didn’t know what he did to deserve an angel like you.

Heizou

When he can’t help you with your problems

Heizou is a genius at solving problems, but he knows that sometimes there are problems that he can’t solve nor he shouldn’t interfere with. One of those was problems within your family.

Sure, he had solutions and probably ways to diffuse the rising tensions in your family, but he wasn’t really in the right place to do so. All he could do is listen to you rant and complain about how things are getting so much harder with your mom and dad, and you just wanting to run away from it all, move out as soon as you can but you were tied down with the obligation of caring for your sick mother. 

It pains him and frustrates him, watching you stress over it day by day, but as much as he wanted to tell your parents that they were affecting you this much, there are some things that he shouldn’t meddle with. 

All he could do was offer advice. “...Perhaps move out and live somewhere close to them? It would still give you the advantage of privacy,” he suggests, as he sits next to you on a bench, arm coming around and behind your back, hand resting on your hip.

“I would, but the houses nearby are actually pricey, mostly because they’re family houses, not for a single person rent,” You lean sideways into him. He’s always so good at giving you solutions, though you’re unaware of the internal battle inside him, seeing you so distraught like this.

“...Well why not live with me then?” You can hear that familiar mischief in his voice, and though you know he’s joking it still flusters you. 

“D-Don’t say that as a joke, Heizou!” He chuckles at your reaction, just as he expected, but he leans in to place a kiss atop your head, his next sentences sending a shiver up your spine. “It’s a joke now, but someday I’ll make it real, regardless of what your parents say,”

Of course he ends it with a wink.

Itto

When someone hurts you and he witnesses it

Itto doesn’t get angry easily. He just doesn’t have the capacity for it. He was loud, yes, but good natured overall and never means any actual harm to anyone. 

Unfortunately you can’t say the same thing about some people in Inazuma. For the most part, people were friendly, amicable, helpful...but sometimes there were the odd balls that just appeared out of nowhere, wreaking havoc when they wanted to.

Just the other day a group of ronin who claimed to be the strongest group of vagabonds roaming Inazuma entered town and they were loud and gruff about it. “Where’s the best inn in town?” They asked at the entrance, and a kind man directed them towards it.

The next day that man was bullied by the same ronin. “We said the BEST inn in town, not the most EXPENSIVE!” You had witnessed it, the man who was just trying to help them was starting to cower backwards, the ronin were complaining about the price of the room, how they wanted the man to pay for it and you just couldn’t stand that blatant bullying.

“What’s your problem? Of course it’s going to be expensive!” You appeared behind the group and just couldn’t help but be angry at their stupidity and overall disgusting behaviour. One of them looks at you, then starts to laugh and the others follow suit, all laughing at you as if you were a clown on the streets.

You didn’t falter and merely crossed your arms above your chest. “If you have nothing better to do then maybe you should look for a job so you can pay for your next inn,” was provoking them a good idea? Of course not, and you knew that.

One of the ronins grabs you and twists your arm behind your back. You could only let out a whimper at the sudden motion but as soon as it happened it was over. You found yourself suddenly pushed behind, looking at Itto’s back as he shoves the ronin away with a harsh force. 

“The hell do you think you’re doing touching Y/N like that?!” Itto’s voice is loud, louder than when he’s excited about eating ramen or louder than when he’s discovered a magnificent onikabuto. The anger in his voice is unusual, you don’t immediately recognize it as his.

Itto’s tall. Taller than any of the ronin around you and suddenly it’s as if the ronin become meek little mice, stepping away from him and you. “W-We were just--”

Itto brandishes his claymore, “Less talking, more fighting. You want a real arm wrestle? Come at me,” you can’t imagine what kind of face he’s making, but the ronin--actually just cowards--runs at the sight of Itto’s weapon and he’s just about to go after them when you call out to him, telling him to calm down.

He doesn’t listen easily, but you place a hand on his arm and he stops, still glaring and huffing at the sight of those stupid ronins running away. 

Scaramouche

When you have to be paired up with another Harbinger for work

“You’re going with who?” There’s poison dripping from his voice, but you’re so used to his antics by now that it doesn’t scare you one bit.

“Tartaglia. The Tsaritsa said--”

“Fuck what the Tsaritsa says,” Scaramouche cuts you off. “You’re not going with that fool,” He stands and paces back and forth now. You simply sit at the table and watch him, knowing that he’s going to throw one of his “tantrums” again. “Possibly the worst person to go on a mission with,” he continues to grumble, now biting on his thumb.

“You always get worked up whenever the two of us are paired up together. It really isn’t that bad,” you exclaim, shrugging your shoulders and he stops walking to glare at you. 

“So it’s a little bad? Is that what you’re insinuating?” He doesn’t let you finish and adds. “You don’t know how dangerous he is,”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh quite obviously. “Scara, I think you’re more dangerous?”

Tartaglia

“I’m different,” He mumbles under his breath.

When his alone time with you gets interrupted

Thoma

When you get sick but he’s busy

Venti

When he hasn’t seen you in days

Xiao

When he wants you to stay

Xingqiu

When a book he’s reading isn’t as good as he thought it would be

Zhongli

When someone doesn’t respect your boundaries

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Got a little carried away here 😅

You never minded the aftereffects of childbirth, always filled with love with what you brought into the world, and then there were some days, like today, where your breasts left you in agony.

Your baby had been refusing to nurse the entire day, they were more focused on eating some sort of soft mushy fruit instead that Helaena brought them, and you were at your wits end when you searched for your husband and found Aemond alone in the expansive Red Keep library tucked away in the back for privacy. It looked like he had been there for a while, a empty glass of wine at his elbow with numerous candles nearly burnt to the bottom, and he had a stern look on his scarred face. His pale hair was in his usual neat style, leather patch still over his eye, and his remaining pale blue eye was riveted on the heavy book in front of him.

An idea popped in your head, sudden and surprising, and your breath caught in your throat.

There was a night a few weeks ago where your breasts were sore just like today, your baby had been more focused on trying to chew on you with their surprisingly strong gums as opposed to actually nursing, and Aemond had quietly walked in on you trying to ease the pain. You had your dress pulled down until it was bunched around your waist, leaving your chest bare, and you were pressing a warm wet cloth to your breasts.

 It was a little messy for sure, but it was the only relief you could get at that moment.

The warm cloth felt nice, soothing your chafed nipples while coaxing milk to flow, but you were still wincing with every gentle prod of your fingers. Once you did all you could, you mopped up your chest carefully, and that’s when he made his presence known.

“Next time, you should come to me for help,” he had murmured, making you jump in surprise as you whipped your head around, and you went breathless at the sheer hunger in his eyes when you looked at him.

His eye was glued to your breasts, his tongue flicking over an incisor as he stared at you heatedly and unabashedly, and you flushed at his words. You knew he wasn’t talking about helping with the washcloths, but you quickly pushed aside the thought of what he was really suggesting as your heart nearly skipped a beat, and you just decided to play it safe and naïve for your own sanity.

“Even a small breeze is painful, my Prince. This is pretty much all I can do,” you said, pulling up your dress gingerly, and his gaze met yours with an intensity that threw you off guard, “next time…come find me,” he continued in the same soft tone and you didn’t know how to respond without sounding foolish, so you just kept quiet.

Now, here he was, and you were nearly in tears.

Aemond Targaryen had no sense of shame in the bedroom, you had slowly learned over the course of your marriage, but you were still hesitant to approach him with your idea. It was considered odd, what you were debating, but the idea itself had warmth pooling low in your stomach. He never made you uncomfortable, taking time to listen to you, and he was always happy whenever she shyly approached him with something you wanted to try.

He always made you feel safe and loved and, after all, he did order you to find him.

You thought back to the heated way he had looked at you that night, the hunger in his gaze, thought about the few times where he seemed to watch you nurse a little more intently than usual, and came to a decision. You squared your shoulders, held your head up high, and swept into the room.

“Hello there, my love,” he said softly, nodding at you in greeting once he spotted you,  before closing his book to give you his undivided attention, and you stalked up to him with determination.

You walked up to him, pushing at his chair until he scooted the chair away from the table, and he said nothing but raised a thin eyebrow. Once he had slid back enough, Aemond still regarding you quietly but now with curiosity written all over his face, you took a deep breath to steady your nerves.

You hoisted yourself up and crawled onto his lap, ignoring his sharp gaze, and was instead completely focused on the horrible ache in your chest. His hands automatically came up to hold your waist, confusion clear on his face as you remained quiet, and he frowned at you in bewilderment while you settled into a more comfortable position on his lap.

He didn’t say anything, though, seemingly content with waiting on you to explain.

Your fingers trembled as you hastily worked at the straps of your dress, almost tearing the fabric, and you nearly cried in pain at the constriction of the cloth against your sore breasts. Tears stung the back of your eyes and you just ended up ripping the straps to pull down your dress. His eye immediately dropped down to your chest, before growing dark and heavy lidded as you shoved the material down to your waist, and he made a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr as his hands squeezed your hips.

“Oh, my dear pet…you must be in pain,” he murmured, low voice nothing but a pleasing rumble, and you couldn’t focus clearly on anything but the intense cramping sensations radiating from your chest. Not even caring if they were walked in on.

“Hurts…please,” you gritted out, settling against his warm body more fully, and you glanced down at your chest with a grimace.

Your breasts were so swollen and heavy, so full that milk wasn’t even beading at your nipples like they usually would, and even just looking at them had you squeezing your eyes shut in pain.

“You’re just so beautiful…and such a good little wife to come to me for help,” Aemond eventually purred, broad hands tightening on your hips once more, before reaching up to smooth over your ribs.

His skin was hot against yours as he then smoothed his palms over your arms, making you gasp and shiver, and he sat up straighter in his seat. He gingerly repositioned you, untangling your dress from your legs so they spread easier over his lap, and you shifted more comfortably over him. His long fingers brushed the swell of your breast, his eye darting up at you when you gasped wetly at the corresponding throb of pain, and you looked at him helplessly.

“I got you, pet,” he said softly, comfortingly, and you felt the knot in your stomach ease at his words.

You felt a little better knowing that he was completely okay with what they were doing.

He braced one arm around your waist, the other hand cupping your breast gingerly, and he flicked his tongue over your puffy nipple before drawing it into his mouth. He gave an experimental suck and groaned deep in his chest at the sudden rush of milk.

You hissed at the first contact of his mouth on your skin, something you always did since he always ran so warm, and you fought the fleeting urge to jerk away. His body heat was higher than the average person, probably something to do with him being a Targaryen dragon rider, and his mouth was searing against your horribly sensitive and aching nipples. Then, however, you tangled your fingers into his soft hair to drag him closer and nearly sobbed as he began to suckle in earnest. You grabbed one of his large hands and pressed it against your ignored breast, his warm palm making you whimper even as it slightly soothed the ache, and you kneaded his hand against yourself. They both moaned as milk dribbled over their intertwined fingers, yours out of relief and his out of pleasure, and you lowered your hand to weakly hold on to his wrist as he continued his massage. Relief swept over you, the cramping sensations blissfully fading with each squeeze of his fingers and each determined suck of his mouth, and you didn’t even realize you were rocking your hips until you felt his hand move back to your hip to push you more fully against him.

He was hard underneath you.

Aemond switched breasts, the hand on your waist moving back to knead your breast and pinch and roll your wet nipple with his slender fingers, and his hot tongue laved over your other breast. He lapped up the milk that had spilled out, licking over your swollen nipple with a small growl, before he latched on and sucked hard.

You threw her head back, pushing your chest against him, and your sudden orgasm was quick and surprising.

You shuddered and bucked over him, grinding your hips against his frantically to draw out your pleasure, and you cried out his name breathlessly. Once your orgasm faded into a warm pleasant hum, you slowly rolled your head forward, and your eyes met the piercing gaze of your husband. He was staring up at you with his pale skin flushed pink, that intense hungry heat was back in his eye, and you saw his tongue dart out to drag over your sensitive peak once more. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall back, and your hips began rocking against his once more.

Then, he pulled away, and you could’ve cried at the loss. You quickly realized his hands had dipped under your dress and was fumbling between their bodies, and you almost did cry when you felt him slowly sink into your wet heat. You immediately began rolling your hips, taking him deeper on each downstroke, and his thick girth filled you to the brim perfectly. He hit something deep inside you, easing that horrible empty ache while simultaneously making your pelvis twinge slightly in discomfort, but you didn’t care. You kept that angle, grinding and rolling your hips until you were sobbing, and Aemond pulled you against his chest to pepper small wet kisses over your throat. You focused your eyes on him, meeting his gaze as you continued to move, and he was looking at you with such molten heat that you felt scorched all the way down to your very marrow. You leaned forward, bracing one arm over his broad shoulders, and cupped your still aching breast.

You lifted up until your wet puffy nipple brushed his lips, trailing over his lower lip in an erotically obscene image, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh made her clench down on him tightly, and he cursed darkly before he latched on with enough vigor to make your second orgasm rip through you.

You wailed in pleasure loud enough to have one of his hands slip over your mouth to quiet you.

You bared down on him on the next downstroke, making his hips jerk up into you roughly and so deeply, and you clawed at him as your body shook and trembled with pleasure that rushed through you and stole the very breath from your lungs. When your orgasm finally subsided, leaving you gasping and writhing, you slumped over him completely boneless. He was still cupping your breasts, massaging lightly, while his hot tongue lapped at your nipples lazily. It wasn’t quite teasing, but the feel of his tongue rasping over your sensitive skin had you whimpering softly and your hips jerking against his once more.

“You did so well, my love,” he purred, sounding utterly delighted and content, and his gaze flicked to you while he nibbled ever so gently on your breast before switching to the other.

You began shifting your hips almost as if you couldn’t help yourself, the sight of him licking at you just as erotic as feeling him still hard and thick buried inside you to the hilt, and his blue eye sparkled. Maybe it was your insatiable body, maybe it was because you could see the heated adoration in his gaze, but you couldn’t stop chasing that familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your pelvis as he continued his ministrations. Your nipples were aching, sore and tender from being sucked on for so long and so enthusiastically, and he traced the puffy ridges with the tip of his tongue.

“Should…should we stop?” you asked hoarsely, rocking your hips slightly faster as your eyes lingered on him drawing your nipple in his mouth and suckling before releasing with a soft ‘pop’.

“Do you want me to stop? I’m here to help, my lovely pet, and I am very interested in seeing how long you can hold out…how much pleasure do you think you can pull from that pretty little cunt of yours before you’re too exhausted to even beg me to make you come?” he asked, never once stopping his kneading or licking, and your hips rolled almost frantically at his words.

He smiled sharply, something wicked and full of dark promise, and you whined high in your throat at the way he studied you from under his lashes.

“Oh, no, love…I don’t think that you’re quite done yet. I know that I am far from done with you.”

[chalkscene]

tears of themis ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter

you’re shifting restlessly on the couch when you catch your LUKE alarm keychain—handmade by luke himself—peeking from behind the armrest, “luke says he’s sorry.” you can’t help but smile at the sound of luke faking a small voice and whatever rage that filled you from your argument hours ago has now dissipated, endeared by the sweet gesture. “you’re gonna set off that alarm by accident,” you quip, the lightness in your tone encouraging luke to come into view. “you’re not mad anymore?” he asks, cautious yet hopeful. all his years of training and building a hard exterior to be a detective have nothing on you because in the warmth behind his hazel eyes that only you can bring out, you still find the boy you grew up with. the boy you’ve always loved. “i can’t stay mad at you,” you admit, on the brink of tears, “luke, i’m really sorry…” luke is quick to bring you in his arms, declining your apology because that’s what he does—he’ll blame everything before he’ll blame you. you’re unable to hold back a sob, prompting him to hold you tighter before he whispers in your ear, “let’s not do this again, okay?”

ARTEM is going over a recent case when he realizes it’s almost midnight. he’s usually one to pull an all-nighter but gnawing at the back of his mind is the argument he had with you today—you two haven’t spoken to each other since. after having decided to put off his work until tomorrow, he walks out of his home office to join you in bed but he finds you in the living room instead, your pillows and blanket already set up on the sofa. he can tell you’re aware of his presence from the way you’re deliberately not looking in his direction. still, he attempts to catch your attention with a soft call of your name. when you don’t reply, he carefully crosses the distance between the two of you. “we can’t fix this if you won’t talk to me,” he pleads. artem’s convinced his words have fallen on deaf ears until you finally speak, “i just don’t want to say the wrong thing again.” artem understands, thinking back to what started as a simple disagreement escalating into something it shouldn’t have and before you could stop it, you were both raising your voices at each other, saying things you didn’t mean. “i’m sorry about everything i said,” your voice sounds weak as it quivers and artem immediately wraps you in his embrace. “me too,” he tells you, “we can talk tomorrow. just come to bed.” when you nod into his chest, he presses a reassuring kiss at top of your head as he promises, “we’re alright.”

as MARIUS waits for you in bed, anxiety slowly eats away at him, the argument he had with you hours ago replaying in his mind. you should’ve walked in by now, he thinks, so he waits a few more minutes before getting on his feet and makes his way downstairs. he’s rehearsing his apology, muttering to himself to test the words on his tongue but it all flies out the window when he finds you asleep on the sofa. ridden with guilt, he decides to save his sorry’s for tomorrow when you’re both lucid for a proper conversation. marius is careful not to wake you up—gently slipping an arm beneath your head and looping the other under your knees to carry you to the bedroom. he’s tucking you in bed when you begin to stir awake. “sorry,” you hear him whisper, “didn’t mean to wake you up.” “what time is it?” you ask groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “it’s late. go back to sleep.” he places a tender kiss on your forehead to lull you to your slumber before he shifts you on your side, his chest against your back as he slides an arm across your torso. “sweet dreams,” he mutters and you feel his breath on the nape of your neck. “marius?” “hm?” “i’m sorry about earlier…” “that’s my line, miss,” he quips, albeit sincerely. he gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls you flush against him. “i’m sorry, too,” he replies, “i never want you to go to sleep upset.”

you’re getting settled on the couch when you hear VYN clear his throat as he carefully places a fresh cup of tea on the table in front of you. “chamomile tea,” he states, “it will help you sleep better.” there’s the slightest caution in his voice but it’s enough to tell you what the tea is for—peace offering after your heated disagreement earlier. “thank you,” you mumble, gradually feeling the guilt bubbling in your chest, “you’re using reverse psychology on me, aren’t you?” there’s no bite in your tone but vyn’s eyes still widen at the accusation. “n-no,” he stutters and a giggle involuntarily escapes you, to vyn’s surprise. “i’m joking.” when you notice his body language go lax, you slowly reach for his hand. “and i’m sorry for the things i said to you,” you tell him, “i didn’t mean it.” “i know.” a soft smile curls on his lips as he interlocks your fingers together, “so am i.” you stay quiet for a moment, basking in his touch that you missed terribly before he speaks again. “if you still wish to be alone tonight, i don’t mind staying here.” you fight the urge to roll your eyes, aware of the fact that this is just him assessing your boundaries—vyn does mind and you know that—so you shoot him a dubious look instead to which he responds with a sheepish smile. “i suppose you’ve changed your mind?” you actually give him an eye roll this time. “you know you had me at chamomile.”

[navybrat817]

Could use a cuddle with Bucky. 😭

Me, too, nonnie.

Open Your Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You aren't ready to face the day.

Word Count: Over 700

Warnings: Slight angst, comfort, insecurities, doubt, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: For @flashfictionfridayofficial 's prompt: Open Your Eyes. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was difficult to rise and meet the day. Heavy were the burdens and challenges that awaited you. As much as the rays of sunshine beckoned for you to get up as the warmth touched your face, you refused to budge. Staying in bed was comforting. Easier. 

If sleep gave life to your dreams, why face reality?

Why did you have to get up?

“Open your eyes.”

You wished you could explain why it hurt to do so. Why it felt like you might break if you tried. You wanted some sort of relief. Answers to questions you hadn't begun to ask. You wanted to regain some sense of control and not feel like the build up inside of you would explode. 

Would it be so wrong to let it out?

“Please,” the gentle voice urged, patiently waiting. 

A man who would wait forever for you if you asked.

A pair of blue eyes bore into yours when you finally complied with his command. His loving gaze lifted some of the weight that settled in your chest. His smile alleviated it more, making it easier to take your next breath. He was one of the reasons why facing reality was better than any dream.

“There she is,” he whispered, cupping your cheek as you blinked the remaining sleep away. “Hey.”

“Hey, Bucky,” you whispered back, leaning into his touch before he brought his hand to your waist and pulled you closer. “You’re here.”

You half expected him to be on the floor with a pillow and sheet. Sleep wasn't easy for him to come by, especially on the nights when nightmares plagued him. He tossed and turned and had a hard time getting back to sleep when he abruptly woke up. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb your slumber. 

But you did your best to ease him through by being there. You took care of him. And some days he took care of you. Give and take. That’s what relationships should be. 

“I’ll always be here when you wake up,” he said when your eyes misted over. He pulled you closer, a look of desperation crossing his face when he saw your tears. “Are you okay?”

Words died on your tongue as you opened your mouth. You wanted to tell him you didn't know why today felt so heavy, but his presence made it better. You wished you could explain why you were pulling apart at the seams, but that his touch helped stitch you back together. He helped you without trying. 

When you were wide awake later, you’d remind him of how much you appreciated him. 

“I don't know,” you answered. 

He let out a breath. It was an answer he usually gave you, not the other way around. “Come here.”

He pressed a kiss on the top of your head when you laid it against his chest. You held him like this from time to time. You’d urge him to listen to the beat of your heart as you ran your fingers through his hair. It calmed him. 

Like the steady beat of his heart calmed you. 

But fear crept in like a slow poison when he gave you no reason to feel that way. It infected your confidence and securities with doubt. What if you were too much for him? What if he chose to walk away? Falling in love could feel terrifying when you didn't know where you’d land. 

As if he sensed your insecurity, he placed another kiss to the top of your head and renewed your faith that you’d be there to catch each other. 

“I love you and I’m thankful I have you by my side,” Bucky said, further affirming that he wouldn't give up on you for any reason. 

Just like you’d never give up on him. 

“I love you and I’m thankful for you, too,” you said, a tear sliding down your cheek before you hid your face in his chest. “But can we stay like this a bit longer? I know we need to get up, but I’m not quite ready.”

“We can stay here as long as you’d like,” Bucky promised. 

And when you were ready, you'd face the day together. 

Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[kiwriteswords]

THE WAY YOU WRITE HOTCH IS ASDFGHJKL, and it makes me wanna scream because I love him so much lol. Can I request "Using pet names" drabble prompt with shy!reader? <3

Hi!! Thank you!!! Thanks so much for requesting a short drabble! I had so much fun writing this one! I hope you enjoy!

Drabble Prompts | Other Writing | Ao3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Shy!Fem!Reader!

Word Count: 2k

Rating: Everyone

TW: None!

I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

It’s you who lets a pet name slip out the first time. 

The warm, aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you and Aaron Hotchner sat across from each other at your favorite corner café. It wasn’t often that the two of you found time for a peaceful moment away from the intensity of the BAU, but today, you both managed to sneak out for a late lunch. The soft hum of conversation around you created a cozy atmosphere, making you feel more relaxed than usual.

You sipped your cappuccino, smiling softly as you watched Aaron flip through the menu. He had a slight furrow in his brow, clearly debating over what to order, which made you smile. The rare moments where he looked just like any other person—calm, laid back, and not buried under mountains of paperwork or the weight of cases—made you appreciate these quiet times even more.

“What are you thinking?” you asked, tilting your head as you glanced over the options yourself. “The sandwich you always get?”

Aaron looked up from the menu, his lips curling into a small, amused smile. “Am I that predictable?”

“Maybe a little,” you teased, feeling more comfortable in the easy, casual environment.

He chuckled, setting the menu down. “I suppose I do tend to stick to what I know. What about you?”

You shrugged, staring down at the menu, though you had already decided. “Probably the soup. It’s always good here.”

Aaron nodded, and as you both settled on your orders, the conversation flowed easily. It always did with him, despite the butterflies you couldn’t help but feel when you were around him. Even though you were naturally shy, there was something about Hotch that always made you feel at ease, even if his quiet intensity sometimes made your heart race.

After the waitress took your order and left, you leaned back in your chair, watching the way Aaron absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the table. It was one of his subtle habits that you had grown to notice. It was like he always had to be doing something—thinking, analyzing—even in the most relaxed moments. But now, there was a softness in his expression that made you feel warm inside.

“I’m glad we could get out today,” you said quietly, smiling. “It’s nice to just… take a break with you.”

His eyes softened as he looked at you, his voice just as gentle when he replied, “I’m glad too. We don’t get to do this nearly enough.”

Your heart fluttered at the way he said it, like these moments meant just as much to him as they did to you. There was a calmness in his presence that you’d come to cherish. You felt safe, cared for, even in the little things, like how he always made sure your coffee was topped up before getting his own or how he positioned himself in a way that made you feel like the world could disappear for a while.

Before you could think, the words slipped out: “You’re sweet, you know that, babe?”

The second the word left your lips, you froze. Your eyes widened slightly, and your hand came up to cover your mouth in surprise. You hadn’t meant to say it—not “babe.” It wasn’t a word you had ever used with him before, and certainly not in public. It just slipped out, so naturally, as if it had been sitting there, waiting to make its debut.

You braced yourself for his reaction, your cheeks already turning pink from embarrassment, but when you looked up, you were met with a look of pure amusement on Aaron’s face.

“Babe?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow as a slow, teasing smile spread across his lips. His voice was filled with warmth and playfulness. “Did I just hear that right?”

You felt your face heat up, but you weren’t exactly embarrassed, just a little flustered by how easily the word had slipped. “I, uh… I didn’t mean—well, I did, but…”

Aaron chuckled, leaning forward slightly, his eyes dancing with amusement. “No need to backtrack now,” he teased. “I have to admit, I didn’t see that one coming.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to hide the shy smile threatening to spill out. “I guess it just… slipped out.”

“Slipped out, huh?” He rested his chin in his hand, watching you with that signature smirk of his. “I think I like it.”

“Really?” You blinked, surprised by his reaction.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “It’s got a nice ring to it. But I have to say, I wasn’t expecting you to be the one to start with the pet names.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Well, I guess there’s a first for everything.”

Aaron’s gaze softened as he reached across the table and gently placed his hand over yours. His thumb brushed lightly against your knuckles, his touch warm and reassuring. “You don’t need to be so shy about it,” he said, his voice gentle. “I think it’s cute.”

Your blush deepened at his words, but this time, you didn’t shy away. “I’m not shy… just cautious,” you said, feeling more playful than usual.

He chuckled again, the sound deep and soothing. “Well, I’d like to hear it again sometime… babe.” He teased further. 

The way he said the word sent a wave of warmth through you, and you found yourself grinning, unable to contain it any longer. “I think I can manage that.”

The teasing smile never left his face as he held your gaze. “Good, because I think you’re stuck with it now.”

You laughed, feeling more comfortable and at ease than ever. “And what about you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you going to start calling me pet names too?”

Aaron’s expression softened as he considered it for a moment, then leaned in a little closer. “I think I can manage that,” he said, his voice low and affectionate. “How about ‘sweetheart’? Or maybe ‘honey’? I’ve got a few in mind.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, unable to hide the smile spreading across your face. “I guess I can live with that.”

“Good,” he said with a satisfied smile, giving your hand one more gentle squeeze. “Because I plan on using them a lot.”

It wasn’t soon after that, that Aaron began using them more regularly. Something about hearing him say these endearing names still managed to put butterflies in your stomach.

Tonight, the BAU office was quiet. The bustling activity of the day had finally settled down, and most of the team had left for the night. Aaron Hotchner sat at his desk, the soft glow of his desk lamp illuminating the pile of paperwork he still needed to get through. His focus wavered as he heard a familiar soft knock at his door.

“Come in,” his deep voice called, calm yet commanding, as always.

You peeked your head in, offering a small, shy smile as your eyes met his. You had been working late as well, trying to tie up loose ends from the case you’d just closed. But it wasn’t the case that brought you to his office. It was him.

“Hi,” you said softly, stepping inside and closing the door gently behind you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Aaron replied, a warmth spreading through his tone that he only ever used with you. It was one of those things that made your heart flutter, even after all this time together. “What are you still doing here?”

You shrugged, walking over to him as you wrung your hands nervously. You never quite got used to how he looked at you, that mixture of care and admiration, like you were the only person in the world when he set his eyes on you.

“I just... wanted to see you before I left,” you murmured, standing in front of his desk. “And I figured you’d still be here working.”

Aaron’s lips curved into a small smile as he leaned back in his chair, his hand extending toward you. “C’mere, honey.”

You took his hand, your heart speeding up at the simple touch, and he gently pulled you into his lap. You blushed, settling into the familiar warmth of his embrace as his arms wrapped securely around you. The door was closed, and you were alone with him—one of the rare moments when you didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing or the walls he kept up as the BAU’s stoic leader.

“You work too hard,” you whispered softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You need to rest.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” he replied, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You’re always looking after me, aren’t you?”

“I try,” you giggled, your shyness melting away a little in his presence. “Someone has to.”

His thumb stroked gently along your arm, and he kissed the top of your head again, this time lingering just a bit longer. “My sweet girl,” he whispered against your hair, his voice low and affectionate.

The pet name--your favorite pet name--sent a rush of warmth through you, making you hide your face against his neck as your cheeks burned. Aaron chuckled softly, clearly amused by your reaction.

“You’re so cute when you blush,” he said quietly, his hand lifting to cup your cheek. “I told you I planned on using these names a lot,” There was a comfortable pause,  “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you tilted your head slightly to meet his gaze. Even after everything you’d been through together—the cases, the danger, the long nights—he always found a way to make you feel like you were the most important thing in his world.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you admitted shyly, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest. “You’ve always been there for me, Hotch.”

“Hey,” he interrupted gently, his fingers lifting your chin so that you were looking into his warm brown eyes. “What did I tell you about that? Call me Aaron when we’re like this.”

“Aaron,” you corrected with a small smile, loving how his name sounded on your lips in these moments.

“That’s better,” he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against yours. “My sweet girl.”

You melted into the kiss, your hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders as you felt the familiar comfort and safety of being in his arms. Aaron’s kiss was soft and gentle, his way of showing you how much he cared without words. When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing as he held you close.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied without hesitation, the words leaving his lips easily now after everything you’d been through together. “Always.”

You smiled against his lips as he kissed you once more, longer this time, savoring the peaceful moment between you. There were no worries here, no cases or paperwork—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other and the sweet nothings that passed between you.

In his arms, you felt like you were home. And with him calling you all those sweet names, you knew this was exactly where you were meant to be.

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[reminiscingtonight]

Hoodie+game+Switzerland (Aitana Bonmati)

Champions (Aitana Bonmatí x Swiss!Reader)

A/N: Changed it from hoodie to jersey for the plot

[WOSO Masterlist]

You know you’re frowning like a child when you knock away Lia’s hand. Your captain isn’t deterred, hand darting past your outstretched limb to give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

“I know it’s not the outcome we wanted but--”

“Does it matter? We lost, Lia. Leave me alone.”

She rolls her eyes, knowing better than to take your anger personally. 

“We’ll get them next time.”

“Will we?” 

You’re angry and a little heartbroken but who could blame you? Getting knocked out of your first world cup does wonders at breaking your spirit.

Lia sighs but she leans down to press a kiss against your hairline. You’re angry but you still love your captain so you let her do so before she leaves to console the rest of your teammates.

You make a mental note to apologize to her later. Later Lia will get all of the praise she deserves for putting up with your attitude. But right now all you want to do is have your little pity party.

Not even a minute passes before you hear the gentle crunching of cleats on grass. A light blue shirt comes into view as you glare up at its owner.

“Hola.”

You do your best to give her a murderous glare but it doesn’t do much to make her go away.

“You still love me, no?”

“No.”

Aitana gives you a teasing grin. “No?”

It’s hard to keep your straight face when she starts poking at you. 

You try to swat away her foot but Aitana only switches to the other one the second you pin her first foot to the ground.

You sigh. “Yes. I still love you.”

Aitana’s face breaks out into a beaming smile. 

You begrudgingly let her pull you to your feet, arms quick to wrap themselves around your waist. You sink into her hold, humming softly at her familiar warmth.

“I’m sorry for beating you. You were great today.”

You shake your head, pushing aside your feelings for once. Yes, you lost, but you losing meant Aitana going through to the next stage. You can mope all you want later, but you can be proud of your girlfriend right now.

“Congratulations on the win, mi amor. Your goals were beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.”

You snort and then roll your eyes at the self-satisfied smirk on her face. “Charming me will get you nowhere.”

“Will it get me your jersey?”

You blink. 

Aitana’s grin widens at your dumbfounded expression. 

“Is that even a question you need to ask?”

Later, when the tournament’s over and Aitana is running to the stands to you with her gold medal hanging loosely around her neck, you’re proudly wearing your Bonmatí jersey. 

No, you didn’t win, but Aitana’s the only prize you’ll ever need.

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[vnti-vntiety-recs]

hii can you do a morning sex one with Johnny(NCT), but a member comes in so y/n acts like she’s asleep?

I appreciate the request lovely!

unprotected sex, mature, MDNI

A member interrupts you and Johnny during morning sex (M) ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

The sunlight spilled into the room, illuminating your sleepy face, prompting a quiet curse as you stirred from your slumber. You instinctively pulled the sheets over your head, hoping to retreat back into the comfort of sleep.

You nestled against the warm body behind you, and a strong arm wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer. You could spend hours like this, cocooned in the intimacy of your boyfriend's embrace. Today held no obligations or plans, and the thought of a lazy day together thrilled you. With your hectic schedules, genuine time together was a rarity.

Johnny shared a cramped three-bedroom apartment with four other roommates, making privacy a challenge. You had your own room but your roommate wasn’t particularly fond of Johnny for reasons that remained a mystery to you. This added an extra layer of difficulty whenever you wanted to see him. But today, with no interruptions in sight, you relished the thought of just being together, savoring each moment.

Last night had been a blessing. With Johnny’s roommate away, you had the room all to yourselves. As you recalled the warmth of his touch and the whispered promises exchanged in the soft glow of the evening, a familiar need stirred within you.

With Yuta still out for the day — and considering it was early morning, you doubted he’d return anytime soon — the prospect of having Johnny all to yourself again felt electrifying. The cozy cocoon of the sheets and the intoxicating closeness of his body against yours made your heart race with anticipation.

“Babe, are you up?” you called out, your voice soft and playful.

He responded with a gentle grunt of acknowledgment but made no move to rise. You rolled over to face him, gazing at his peaceful expression, his soft eyelashes brushing gently against his cheeks. A smile crept across your lips as you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his eyelids. “Wake up,” you murmured.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes. When they settled on you, a sleepy grin spread across his face. “Good morning,” he said, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep.

With a playful smirk, you rolled on top of him, resting against his chest. “Wanna go again before Yuta gets back?” you asked, your smile turning mischievous.

He chuckled, arching an eyebrow. “Aren’t you eager?” he teased, sitting up slightly and pulling you closer.

You pouted playfully, feigning disappointment. “We barely have time to fool around anymore,” you whined, looking deeply into his eyes. “You don’t want to?”

“I never said that,” he corrects while leaving a lingering kiss against your lips. “We should hurry before Yuta gets back”

You smiled wickedly, feeling a thrill race through you as you began to pull the oversized shirt you borrowed from him over your head, revealing your bare skin beneath.

His eyes widened slightly, filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. Without hesitation, he pushed his sweats down, and his length sprang free from its confinement, the sight making your heart race.

You scoot down his body until your facing his hard-on. You grip the base and collect enough saliva in your mouth to wet his length before spreading it. You stroked his length with a firm grip, paying extra attention to the tip before you finally brought it to your lips. Johnny groans deeply at the feel of your plush lips against him. His chest rises and falls rhythmically as you work him up. He collects your hair in his hands, moving it away to be able to see your face. You pulled away to lick up the length of his shaft before taking him back into your mouth and down your throat, causing him to bite back a moan. His hips raise and he holds you in place as he prods against the back of your throat. He hisses at the sensation of your mouth before pulling you away with a heavy breath.

"Fuck, get up here," he says, dragging you back up to kiss him.

Before meeting his lips, you lick your lips to relish the taste. You straddle his hips again and reach down between your bodies, aligning him with your entrance. You sink down onto him and groan at the feeling throwing your head back as he grips your hips tightly.

Johnny may have put you in seven different positions for seventy minutes the night before but you were still hungry for more. The previous night was clearly not enough to alleviate the sexual tension that had been building over the last few weeks.

You push him down flat against the bed and ride. You try to contain your moans and keep your movements small because you didn't want the creaking springs to give you away to his other roommates but it was hard not to lose yourself on top of him. He looked up at you with a cocky grin, and the Laissez-faire way he propped his head against one of his arm while his free hand guiding your hips had you clenching around him. He looked so good, the definition of confidence radiating from him, and although he was letting you take the reins, you both knew who was really in charge.

You bounce ontop of him a little harder, and you moan at the feeling, Johnny plants his feet against the bed and grips both of yout hips before hes driving up into you. You fall against his chest and bite down on his shoulder to keep your loud moans from spilling out.

He's reaching deep, hitting all the right spots and you're about to cum when you hear footsteps approaching. He slows down, a look of apprehension crossing his features as he thrusts shallowly, placing a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. You both pause, listening intently for the footsteps to pass, but instead, they slow down near the door. A look of surprise passes over his face before he quickly yanks the covers over your bodies, shielding you both from view.

The door swings open, and Yuta steps in. The covers are pulled up high, completely concealing the situation, but you remain on top of Johnny, your body still and relaxed as if you’ve merely fallen asleep on him. You close your eyes and hold your breath. You can’t see what’s happening, but you hear the distinct sound of Yuta dropping his bag with a soft thud. Moments later, the closet door creaks open, and the rustling of clothing fills the silence as he searches for something. The air is thick with anticipation, and your heart races with every sound.

You hear his footsteps moving across the room, and then he sits down on his bed, the creak of the mattress punctuating the stillness. The room falls silent, and you can feel the tension hanging heavily in the air, your breath caught in your throat as you remain completely still.

You hear Yuta shift on his bed, likely pulling out his phone or rummaging through his belongings. You remain motionless. Finally, you hear the sound of his footsteps as he leaves the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

The silence stretches on, and you hold your breath for a moment longer. Then, faintly, you hear the water turn on across the hallway—Yuta must have gone to take a shower. A wave of relief washes over you, and you finally allow yourself to relax.

You sit up to look at Johnny and he looks back at you before he breaks out in silent laughter. You hit his shoulder before rolling off of him. You grab your clothes and redress, any release you had built up was gone and you werent sure how long yuta would be in the shower for. Johnny finally pulls his sweats back up with a resigned sigh, and you can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. Maybe once Yuta was done showering, you could hop in and continue what you’d started.

“I was so scared,” you admit, the humor of the situation starting to dawn on you now that the immediate threat had passed.

“He definitely knew,” Johnny jokes, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Stop itttt,” you whine.

“He's not stupid,” Johnny shrugs. “He’s chill. He probably doesn’t even care.”

You can’t help but laugh at the idea of a completely nonchalant Yuta walking in, effortlessly acknowledging the compromising position you and Johnny had been in, only to continue on his day with a casual shrug.

“Wanna fuck in the shower when he's done?” you ask hopefully.

“Definitely”

[jaelvr]

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Requested : no

Prompts ; 3.  “Let’s just stay here–I don’t ever want to move.” + 18. “What took you so long? I missed you…” 

Pairing : boyfriend! Jaemin x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 330

Warnings : mutual feelings, established relationship, idol au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !! 

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“What took you so long? I missed you…”  he whined, earning a giggle from you as you lay next to him, Jaemin wasting no time in pulling you tightly into his chest. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I stopped off at the store to get us snacks and your coffee." you murmured, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Guessing you feel lazy today?" you asked, caressing his cheek. He hummed, delicately holding your wrist and pecking it. “Let’s just stay here–I don’t ever want to move.” he mumbled, nuzzling into your neck more.

He held you in his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck and took a deep inhale, inhaling your scent. "Just let me hold you like this forever." He sighed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his head into your neck and giving you soft nuzzles with his face while he pressed his body up to yours. "I'm not complaining, nana." you whispered, kissing his cheek. "I love you." He murmured softly against your skin, giving you light kisses on your cheek and neck while still holding you in his arms and nestling his head in your neck. He ran his fingers through your hair, lightly scratching his nails on your scalp, loving the feeling of you in his arms, the warmth of your skin, your scent, everything about you.

He hummed softly, loving the words of affection you were giving him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close against him as a way to reassure himself that you were there. He kissed your cheek again, rubbing his face against yours as he buried his face into the crook of your neck and took a deep exhale, his nostrils filling with the scent of you. He hummed softly, pressing his head against yours as he closed his eyes and exhaled, finding comfort in your presence and touch.

He could never have a bad day as long as he had you.

[wwaheoh]

maid x master are overrated booo tomato tomato /hj

i want more maid x maid wlw cuz i think they're cute :3

well since we talking about maid here can i request alexandrina x shy fem junior/trainee maid, for short rina teach y/n proper etiquette as they spend time together they start flirting or something like that (y/n working for months so they know each other a bit)

sorry man I can't write good prompt :(

anyways get enough sleep, sleep good you deserve it

"The One in Which You and a Ghost Lady Fall in Love” Alexandrina Sebastiane x gnReader

a/n: decided to do gender neutral rather than female, hope you don’t mind! but feel free to change the pronouns and such in your head!

a/n²: ironically pretty bad at writing a relationship that doesn't end in tragedy

As the newest addition of Victoria Housekeeping, you had to undergo various types of training- as expected. Ranging from household cleaning to taking down Ethereals in a fast and professional manner. Honestly you sorta expected it- even having been warned as you applied for the position about the additional forms of work Victoria Housekeeping did.

Though to be honest, it was pretty fun, being given training and permission to let go and duke it out with enemies whenever the need arose. The problem was the whole ‘interacting with clients’, it was really hard not to tremble or cringe while talking, feeling as though you were embarrassing Mister Lycaon and the rest of Victoria Housekeeping just by existing.

So, you had been given more training in customer relations, with your main teacher being Miss Sebastiane- though she preferred you call her Miss Rina. She was your senior, a woman with a serene gracefulness, kind and gentle- yet not afraid to put pressure on clients who got too handsy or Ethereals that entered the property they were hired to keep. She was so kind, strong, gentle, firm, a smile that made you at ease and inspired you to keep pushing away from the mental barrier of interacting with clients. Beautiful, with soft hair framing her mature face, eyes of ruby that kept you mesmerized…

Then those eyes blinked.

Today Miss Rina had been teaching you how to dance, a semi-often requested service. For when a client didn’t have a partner- either through choice or circumstance, they would call on Victoria Housekeeping to be their partner. It happened more often than one would think.

Yet as she lead you through the steps, you had become transfixed on the older lady, still mirroring her but losing yourself in her. Something she noticed as you lost your usual unsureness, steps becoming more loose rather than the high-strung nervousness you usually exhibited.

Truthfully she was very flattered, where people usually looked at her, it was with either lust or a passing by before turning to the other workers like Lycaon or Ellen. You looked at her with love, heart stolen by her. She had her eye on you for a bit, the cuteness of your bashfulness, how you aimed to do your best- much like Corin, yet fell flat at the more mental problems. You were cute yes, but also strong in your own way, a trait you shared with Corin as well. Always aiming to protect, eyes filled with warmth even when in stressful situations.

As the two of you finished your dance, she dipped you low, holding you steady, gaze looking deep back at you.

Words escaped you, “Would you grant me the honor of going to dinner with you?” You immediately slammed your palms to your mouth- leading you to fall and hit your bum on the ground. Internally you were panicking, doing everything you could to not look at Miss Rina, hoping you didn’t ruin the relationship between the two of you, having overstepped the bounds of the work-place.

Out of your view, she relaxed, sinking down and cupping your chin. Softly directing you to look at her, you followed, puddy in her hands. “Nothing would make me happier.” With her free hand she held you by the arm, pulling you up alongside her as she moved with the serenity of a flowing river. “Tonight at 8?” You nodded, not trusting your words to be able to convey what you wanted. There weren't any words possible to let her know what you felt.

The two of you danced once more, steps in sync.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

For a writing prompt- skyward sword zelink but like older, middle aged parents

It was a well established fact that Link loved to sleep. However, when Zelda nudged him not-so-gently and told him that not one, but two of their adult children had dropped by to visit, it was a testament to his love for them that he immediately sprang out of bed to see them.

Link and Zelda had long come to terms with the fact that some of their children were fully grown and living their own lives, but it still made their hearts ache to see the empty rooms in their home. Any chance they could get to spend with them (and their grandchildren) was a blessing.

The fact that it was a special day today completely escaped Link's notice. He was just thrilled to see his two eldest, but he grew bemused as all his children arrived, some with their families.

"Dad... it's your birthday, remember?" His firstborn reminded him. "Did you think we wouldn't come for your big fiftieth?"

Link groaned. He didn't need a reminder that he was old.

Zelda came in at that point, laughing and cupping his cheeks with her hands. "Oh, love, it isn't that bad. I've been able to trial it a little for you, and I can guarantee nothing drastically changes."

It certainly felt like something drastic was going to happen. Turning fifty was terrifying. Link had noticed the subtle changes as he'd aged, how he didn't heal as quickly, how he couldn't bounce back from a two hour nap like he used to. Nothing was debilitating, though his old wounds bothered him far more now, but...

"My back hurts," he grumbled just to elicit laughter from his family. It wasn't exactly a lie, anyway.

Dinner was wonderful, but the greatest blessing of all was just to have his family there, together. Link basked in the warmth of it, and he noticed the gentle smile Zelda directed at him as she watched everything unfold. As everyone started to settle around a warm fire in the den, Link slinked into the kitchen where his beloved was cleaning up (one of their daughters had helped with the majority of it, but she’d eventually shooed her out).

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” He asked quietly.

Zelda remained silent, which was the most telling thing of all. It was rare for his beloved to be quiet in a conversation. Link couldn’t hide the loving smile, the way his head tilted, and Zelda giggled at the sight of it.

“I love you, Dove,” she finally said, pulling him into a hug, hands soaking wet and saturating his shirt as she held him.

Link laughed, nuzzling her forehead with his cheek as he hugged her in return. “I love you too.”

[reizoudesu]

day two - dancing in the rain / chilling under the covers

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ context: it’s raining today; you and your lover had nothing else to do; nothing could satiate your boredom!

until an idea hits you— go outside and play, or stay hidden in the sheets. will you risk yourself (and your partner) catching a cold, or remain safely in the comfort of their embrace, inside your homely paradise?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fandom/s: genshin impact

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ character/s: aether, venti, kazuha, heizou, xiao, wanderer

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genre/s: fluffily fluff 

notes: i’m back with self-made prompt. our internet at home was being a meanie six (or more) days ago (we literally lost signal for THAT long), so apologies for the lack of response TT

heads-up/warnings: not proofread, (y/n) is a stubborn ahh in other scenarios, lowercase letters (except in one particular part in heizou's, it had caps on ;) ), long paragraphs, wanderer is named “kuni,” kuni wants cuddles (he’s greedy af), affectionate nicknames (aether - love; venti - little windblume, dear; kazuha - love, baby; heizou - darling; wanderer/kuni - dork, babe)

©reizoudesu

do not copy, steal, mark as your own work (but feel free to repost <3)

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“are you sure? it’s pouring quite hard out there…” aether - cautious, but eventually gives up and goes with you

you peer out the open window of the living room, the soft pitter-patter of rain falls upon the roof down to the ground, coupled with the occasional clanking of the plates across the room, you just ate, yet you were getting impatient, but for what reason? you were probably bored…

“love, are you okay?” asked the blonde as he looked at you, eyes of topaz and that sweet smile on his lips. you smile back and let him embrace you, fully enveloped in his arms. “bored…” you mutter dully, gazing at the dreary weather. “yeah, it’s gotten so cold lately,” aether added with a frown, a soft hum as he caressed your hair. until… your eyes met his, an idea formed inside that imaginative brain of yours.

“…ah, don’t give me that look,” he sighs, and you giggle in response. “i wanna go out and play in the rain,” and as expected, he gazes at you with eyebrows furrowed, “are you sure? it’s pouring quite hard out there…”

but the rain looks so pretty… “i can’t wait here any longer, and besides, it’s only a drizzle!” you try to convince him, but he only gave you a shake of his head, a gentle smile of concern still plastered.

“(y/n), you might catch a cold,” aether limply replies, “that won’t convince me from having fun with my boyfriend!” you were a stubborn one, that’s for sure. it’s obvious your lover finds your personality endearing yet frustrating at the same time. eventually, after half a minute of persuading did aether finally give up trying to argue with you, and ran off to another room. confused, you follow him, until he brings out a pair of raincoats with a grin.

“wouldn’t want you to get wet, would we? c’mon love, let’s head out.”

he wasn’t sure why, but this wasn’t just your persuasion that draws him in. he recalled having his twin sister lumine asking the same request when they were kids. seeing you happy— prancing about in the rain in your adorable transparent raincoat glistening in the rain— was the same warmth he felt when he took lumine out of the open the same way he did.

suddenly, a loud crash of thunder scared the living daylights out of you, and you ran back to aether for fortress. he got scared as well, and you two huddle together.

"did you hear that?!" "y-yeah, i did..."

for some reason, you didn't want to let go of your boyfriend, and you were crumbling like fine powder in the midst of a storm. aether was about to laugh at this yet he refrained, seeing your shocked figure tremoring like a maraca in his grip. putting a hand under your chin to lift your head towards him, he beamed warmly, and now, you were looking at a bright sunshine of a smile he's wearing.

"don't worry. i'm not going anywhere."

he’ll cherish this moment forever, hold it inside his heart as if his memories made themselves home within it.

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“who cares when we get drenched? let’s keep playing!” venti - energetic and thrilled, a sunshine in the rain

ah, the ever-radiant venti, who finds the positives in all the negatives, the rays of light in complete darkness. how did he even deserve your love? basically, the weather is gloomy, and you two had the same frequencies of ennui, which means, you two are very, very bored.

right now, you two are at home, lying next to each other on the couch like two lazy dogs, with him frequently twirling at his braids of teal while you skim through the book you’ve read twice. you cast your gaze at the window, the grey clouds drearily casting a shadow over Mondstadt. it’s merely a light drizzle, but it’s still enough to make one shiver to the bone.

“oh wait! i have an idea,” you blurt out, abandoning the book onto the coffee table, and your cheerful boyfriend perks up at your voice filled with excitement once again. “ah, little windblume! what’s your idea?”

“what if… we go outside in the rain?” you ask him, and his dark eyes lit up with joy, as always. “i have a better one! we can even go out in our raincoats and stomp in the puddles! haha, i like that, my dear (y/n)~”

and so, you did. you went out with your matching raincoats, with you holding the parasol that could cover two people at most. you two were practically children playing outside a stormy weather, jumping in puddles, without a single care in their lives. 

you were starting to worry when the wind suddenly blew away your parasol, and in an instinct, you chased after it, only for the wind to carry it upwards, far, far from the hands could reach until it nested neatly on the roof of the angel’s share. “i lost my umbrella! we might get sick at this rate!” 

despite this, venti was a little surprised but still grins at you. at this point, you can’t tell if it’s just the wind or was it all your lover’s doing. you shot a glare at his mischief, and he laughs. as always, it should be him. but he managed to apologize a second later “sorry, it’s just that you’re holding back from having so much fun.” 

this caught you completely off guard, but he steps closer and told you this:

“who cares when we get drenched? let’s keep playing!” venti cheerfully declares, putting up his hood and putting his hands in yours. they were damp, but warmer that you thought.

yes, nothing is more enjoyable than reliving a happy memory in a perceived sad scene with your beloved boyfriend.

(you two got really sick right after and jean came to nurse you ‘till full health)

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“nothing is better than a downpour after a moment of a sunny adventure.” kazuha - doesn’t mind one bit, also concerned for your safety, but likes a moment of adventure with you

despite having rented yourselves a home, you two wanted to roam around Inazuma, taking breaks by seeking shelter under trees, canopies of restaurants and houses, or abandoned camps set by treasure hoarders. though you initially thought this is dangerous, he always assured that you both have the blades in your hands for protection. until one day, kazuha tugs at your hand with a warning, right when you hear the faint fore-coming of a storm; “rain is coming… let’s go find shelter.”

kazuha has a knack for predicting the weather by the wind picking up its pace, the few drops of rain from afar, the faintest rumbling of thunder that declares the glory of the Almighty Shogun, the dark monochrome clouds enveloping the once-blue skies. that’s just how perceptive your boyfriend. you’ll have to thank him for that later.

unfortunately, luck is not on your side today, because you were settling right under a tree as you two found nothing. the only shade that served you well was the branches of the old oak tree covered completely in green leaves. he eventually picks up on your shivering; you forgot to bring your raincoat— but he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and waist, and in an instant, your blush deepens; not from the cold, but from kazuha’s warmth.

“you’re shivering, baby,” kazuha whispers, his kind smile and his scarlet eyes making your heart melt. how could a ronin like him be so gentle with you as his partner? he’s no fighter, he is a lover. like always, he enjoys a moment of solace with you in the chaos. he even composed a few haikus to the rhythm of the rain, waiting in intervals to let a few drops fall to the ground with a small splash.

despite the shivering, you were okay, at least warmer than before. you couldn’t come up with conversational topics, but one thought occurred to you.

“kazu, what if… we just have to go in the rain and search for more shelter?” that question made him raise his eyebrows in thought and concern, “hm? are you sure, (y/n)? we can’t have you catching a cold, not in this state.”

“well, it’s not pouring that hard," you tell him with a smile. that fire of determination in your eyes was hard to extinguish, and kazuha was pretty much drawn to it in a way as if he was a moth to her flame. "pretty please?"

kazuha gazes back at you, and immediately concluded that he was done. he sighed and gave only a defeated beam; "alright, just stay close to me and i'll keep you covered, okay love?"

you and your lover took the risk as you ran deep into the storm, the cold air hitting your faces along with the pouring rain. the ground was slippery, and you found yourself slipping while kazuha ended up almost tumbling over you, your screams echoing each other as you fell right upon a puddle of the concrete floor.

for a moment, your eyes meet into a matching emotion of shock, your frame hovering over his own as he lay drenched in the puddle, before you began to snort. kazuha brushed his bangs away from his face and grinned in amusement.

"what's so funny?" "nothing, i think i like the view from up here."

that remark made him flush in a slight red, and he laughed louder. the happiness was utterly contagious, so contagious you could shed tears.

“nothing is better than a downpour after a moment of a sunny adventure.”

maybe he's right. even beauty lies within a mess of life's storm.

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“c’mon, let’s head over there, i think i know a good spot around here.” heizou - yes, absolutely yes. a mundane day turned perfect because of one main ingredient: you

"why hello there, darling," the detective greeted, and you nod with a smile, "hi, heizou!" you just came back from finishing a commission when it started pouring, along with a few thundering that rang in your ears.

"i reckon you just finished a commission? from tsurumi island, i presume?" heizou asked, noticing your troubled look. yes, indeed, the anguish you wore tells the tale that you hated doing that request ever again.

"yeah," you weakly told him, wiping away the rainwater from your hair before heizou hands you a towel and sits next to you. "actually, you're in for a treat! i was just about to head to ritou to investigate... and i could use a pair of hands..."

as always, you like a little adventure with your beloved detective, so you pushed yourself to go. "sure, two heads are better than one." you say, a smile playing on your lips.

but there's one problem... the rain.

"hang on, with this weather, you certainly aren't planning to get us both drenched, right?" you ask skeptically, and he eyed you with a gleam. ah, that look on his face again.

"man alive, you don't trust me that easily, huh? too bad i brought your favorite raincoat.," he unfolds the garment with a feigned sigh, "oh well, guess we'll just have to tuck it away again-"

"actually-! i can keep that," you stopped him, yanking it off from his hands before he could go inside and return it to your room.

you two ventured out into the woods, with your lover going on a small tangent about the case he solved. sneaking past the guards and bumping into gorou, you listened through the whole thing, even if all of it was going nowhere. besides, he just can't help it when you two were basically attached by the hip.

with little time, the rain poured harder, and you were hanging onto the last of your raincoat hoodie, until he looks at the spot nearby. “c’mon, let’s head over there, i think i know a good spot around here.”

and there it is, the harbor. the wood that makes the port where the shore meets the ocean. you look around, not noticing heizou lagging behind you, there's nothing but empty houses, fallen leaves, and the empty area that surrounds the island, "i don't see anything," you say, confused, until he tugs at your arm with a cheeky smile.

"shh, quickly now," he shushes you, and right on the exact fourth beat-

CRASH!!

a lightning hit the surface of the ocean, and a sudden thrill creeps up your spine from the flash. he eventually held you tightly, arms framing your waist like a protective shield, hidden behind a cold concrete wall where your heads can only be seen.

"...you brought me here just to traumatize me, do you?" "oh come on, the look on your face says otherwise."

it's irritating that you're a little more amazed than scared. you were scared, but heizou's embrace took that uneasiness away from you. there was no case, just a little bonding together with your boyfriend.

"i still don't forgive you for lying. but just don't move an inch and we're good. okay?"

"i won't. anything for you."

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“…are you serious? you might catch a cold.” xiao - he won’t let you get sick; not once, not ever

it's true that demons don't stop for the rain, as xiao told you not too long ago. but the idea of going right into a commotion of a storm confused him. you suggested the idea as he was just about to leave the wangshu inn to have a moment of solitude.

"you mortals sure have the audacity to do such activities," he commented with a furrowed gaze, "why did you even suggest that?"

"ever heard of relaxation and fun?" you asked rather stubbornly, yet xiao only gave you a grunt in response, not believing you.

"playing in the rain doesn't even spark any joy in me," he flatly declined, yet you gave him a look; here comes the begging again, "come onnn! at this rate, you even have to point out all the good things you can get from playing in the rain.

"people can stomp around in puddles, take a small shower, anything of that sort! love, come on, just give it a chance!"

"...are you serious? you might catch a cold," xiao stares bewildered at you, and he's also irritated by the idea of you being so reckless and getting into danger. defeated, you slump in your seat, the couch carrying your pouty stature. he looks away, a little guilty for having to put up with you all the time, but he really doesn't want you to go.

"listen," he began, uncrossing his arms as he gazes at you with a grim look, "i don't want you to get in trouble. not after what happened."

so he remembered, you did get sick after scouting the harbor with beidou on a rainy afternoon. it's a silly thought, but you remained frowning at him. "fiiine..."

sighing, you lie on the couch, and the yaksha looks at you shortly before heading outside, not without an order, "stay here, i'll be back."

you wondered what your lover would do, it's raining, yet he wanted you to stay. despite this, you were getting bored to death, so you decided to sleep a wink this afternoon.

you couldn't remember the last time you slept this long, and your sense of smell picked up on xiao's presence beside you. before even realizing it, he had lifted your head and put your head against a pillow, and you heard him place a platter on the coffee table before his parting footsteps.

thinking he was gone, you rose and stretched from the couch, and you smelled... almond tofu. there was a note attached, written in fancy handwriting.

"enjoy your lunch, (y/n)" - xiao

your heart fluttered and you hastily took the hot bowl of the meal and ate with soft, savory bites as the food melted in your tongue. in the distance, xiao is watching, leaning against the wall of the room, his face heating up in red hue as a ghost of a smile make its way on his face.

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“hmph, how childish. just stay inside, you don't want to get sick, do you?” kuni - thinks it’s too childish, but he’s just feeling cranky and greedy; he doesn’t want you to leave

"kuni, just once!" you wailed in protest, on your knees, clutching the pillow in front of you just to act cute, but kuni was not buying it. he growled in annoyance, "i said no."

you tried everything. coax him with tea, nothing; getting him to leave the bed (either pulling, pushing, or dragging), nothing; threatening by ignoring him, nothing; giving him an embrace, he hesitantly complies with another hug, but still nothing. making him get out of bed from the storm is closest to impossible.

you slumped behind the leg of the bed and groaned in defeat. that little dastard... your boyfriend being like this as always.

he knew you so much that he could memorize your antics, much to your disappointment.

"kuniii! get out of bed!!" you scream with a frustrated groan, and kuni replied with an exasperated tone, "just why did you want to make me leave the bed?"

it's stupid, but you had to try, "i like the rain, okay? it's stupid, but i wanna go out and play!" that made him stop, but he clicked his tongue and crossed his arms.

"hmph, how childish," you hear him say. finally, you gave up trying. he's not leaving anytime soon, so you grumpily plop on the bed next to him.

"you're such a killjoy." "..."

you heard him sigh, and then a sudden force drags you back up to bed, a surprised gasp escaping you as he put his head on your shoulder, a small groan.

"playing in the rain won't get you anywhere, you'll only get yourself sick," he grumbled, as if he's chiding you. you know that, but what significance does it even hold? you're getting so bored.

he picks up on your boredom and turned you around, his violet eyes meeting yours, and you blushed as crimson as a rose in full bloom. it always spurred a reaction out of him, a small grin tugging at his lips, but going serious once more.

"just stay inside, you don't want to get sick, do you?" he requested, forming a small tint of pink in his cheeks as he held you closer for comfort. the only thing you could think right now is probably:

"archons, kuni, what's gotten into you?"

despite this, you comply to his request and just bury your head into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his frame as the two of you remained cuddling in the bed.

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[5starl1ght]

Hello, could you please write prompt 6. **Cooking Together**: Characters A and B cook a meal together, resulting in a flour fight and a messy kitchen with Charles Leclerc, please <3

Here you go lovely! Hope you like it and thank you for asking o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Cooking Together with Charles

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when you and Charles decided to tackle the kitchen together. The plan was simple: cook a homemade pizza from scratch. The reality, as you both would soon find out, was far more chaotic.

The kitchen was filled with the mouth-watering scent of fresh ingredients and the warm glow of late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. Charles, ever the perfectionist, was meticulously measuring out the flour while you prepped the toppings on the counter beside him.

"Are you sure that's enough flour?" you teased, watching him with an amused smile. "I don't want our pizza to turn into a pancake."

Charles looked up, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. "Just trust me, okay? I've got this."

He carefully poured the flour into a large mixing bowl, but as he turned to reach for the water, his elbow nudged the bag of flour off the counter. In a split second, a cloud of white powder erupted into the air, covering both of you in a fine layer of flour.

You burst out laughing, trying to wipe the flour from your face, but it only made matters worse. "Charles! Look what you've done!"

He stood there, momentarily stunned, before breaking into a grin. "Oops," he said sheepishly. "Guess we'll be having a floury pizza."

Without missing a beat, you scooped up a handful of flour and flung it at him. "Oops," you mimicked, unable to contain your giggles.

Charles's eyes widened in mock horror before he retaliated with a handful of his own. Soon, the kitchen was a battleground, flour flying everywhere as you both laughed uncontrollably. The counters, floor, and even the ceiling were dusted with white, but neither of you cared. It was a rare moment of carefree fun, far removed from the pressures of Charles's racing schedule.

Eventually, you both called a truce, collapsing onto the kitchen floor amidst the mess, still giggling. Charles reached out and brushed a flour-covered strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

"You look beautiful," he said softly, his eyes full of warmth.

"You look ridiculous," you replied, smiling as you reached up to wipe a smudge of flour from his cheek.

He chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. "Maybe, but I'm your ridiculous."

Together, you managed to clean up the worst of the mess and finally got back to making the pizza. Despite the chaos, the end result was

delicious. The dough was a little uneven, and the toppings might not have been perfectly distributed, but the experience of making it together made it the best pizza you had ever tasted.

As you sat at the table, enjoying your homemade creation, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Charles, still with a dusting of flour in his hair, was smiling at you with such genuine happiness that it made your heart swell.

"Do you think the kitchen will ever be the same again?" you asked playfully, taking another bite of pizza.

Charles shrugged, a carefree grin spreading across his face. "Maybe not, but I wouldn't trade today for anything. This was perfect."

You reached across the table, taking his hand in yours. "Agreed. We should do this more often—minus the flour fight."

Charles laughed, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "Deal. But don't think I won't start another food fight if I get the chance."

You both laughed, the kind of laughter that comes from shared joy and unspoken love. The afternoon had been a wonderful reminder that sometimes, the best memories are made in the simplest moments of everyday life. Cooking together, covered in flour, laughing and teasing each other—it was these moments that made your relationship with Charles so special.

As the evening drew on and the kitchen was finally cleaned up, you found yourselves on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching a movie. The warmth of the pizza still lingered, and the shared laughter echoed softly in your minds. Charles pulled you closer, his arm around your shoulders, and you nestled into his side, feeling completely at home.

"Today was amazing," you whispered, looking up at him.

Charles smiled down at you, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Every day with you is amazing."

In that moment, you realized that it wasn't just the grand gestures or the high-speed thrills that made your relationship with Charles special. It was the little things—the shared flour fights, the homemade meals, the quiet cuddles on the couch. It was being understood and loved for exactly who you were, in every silly, messy, wonderful moment.

And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that no matter where life took you both, you would always treasure these simple, perfect days together.

[wordfather]

snad how do i get back into writing

i usually just go outside and look around for a while. fall in love a little bit with how the trees are moving and the flower thats growing out of the sidewalk and the grey hue of the clouds and the way fresh air feels in my lungs. i try not to think for a while. no music no screens. just me. (i believe the pros call this a grounding exercise. i just call it me time. its more fun that way)

then i go inside and write about it or whatever else comes to mind – and i try not to make a big deal out of it. if i treat writing like a huge deal, i get discouraged when its not perfect. so i let my writing breathe and be as imperfect as it wants to be. i let it be 10 words or 10.000 words, it doesn't matter – as long as it gets to be there.

rinse and repeat until it becomes a part of your life. just like making coffee or tying your shoelaces or whatever else is a gentle part of your life. you dont even have to go outside if you dont feel like it – you can also just look out the window or look at the ceiling or look to your right or look to your left. as long as you breathe deeply and find something you can find words about, it works.

dont pressure yourself to write a lot or write for a whole hour (unless that works for you). as long as you write something – you're writing. if you need goals, start simple. write 50 words today. and if thats too easy, a 100. 200. whatever works for you!

and when you're comfortable with it, it becomes easier. you can start projects. fanfiction or short stories or a whole book – whatever feels right to you. editing and plotting can be daunting but there are many resources online to use as guides!

its cool to lose yourself in it too – i spent 4 hours the other day furiously writing because i got really inspired. but its okay to also not be inspired and write 1 word and be done for the day, thats cool too. i just wrote 'chapter 2' yesterday and browsed pinterest for an hour. its still something! and today i wrote this post! and maybe i'll do some editing! dont let lack of words bring you down – there's always another day tomorrow.

bonus: whenever i dont know what to write, i like to focus on the senses. drink tea and write about the warmth and taste of it. feel different fabrics with your fingers and describe them. write about your heartbeat, in anyway that feels right in the moment. (looking up prompts sometimes overwhelms me, so i like to look around and just find something i could write a sentence about) dont worry about it not making sense or being interesting – just let the words out. and if you want something more, look up prompts! there's always a bunch to find! i've recently been using prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting !

anyways tldr; just breathe, find something simple and find words about it. let it be imperfect (you can always edit it later if you want to). ease writing into your life. set easy goals. pat yourself on the back. focus on the senses or look up prompts. and most importantly of all – do it for you. perfection doesnt exist but you do and you have the freedom to write whatever the hell you want.

also pinterest fucking rules. go on pinterest.

[wannabehockeygf]

I'll keep it safe and ask for Connor Dewar for #29

Perhaps the reader is more the dom, how I love a cute blushy boy

💞

Guilty as Sin? - Connor Dewar

“They don’t know how you’ve haunted me so stunningly,

I choose you and me,

Religiously.”

PROMPT #29: “You want them to know you’re mine, huh?”

Summary: a good ‘ole fashioned quickie, but the roles are reversed

Word Count: 5.5k oops

Pairing: Connor Dewar x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT! Unprotected sex, cheeky lil creampie because there’s no consequences in fiction, dom/sub dynamic

Notes:

- more dewey smut… he’s got us in a chokehold

- this is… so extremely out of my comfort zone I can’t lie! But I tried with it.

- definitely not my best work

- have never written a submissive man ever.

- but lowkey it kinda fits

- wrote this all today because I am intensely hungover from my birthday & had nothing else to do

- keep sending requests, I really like doing them!

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“So, what do you think?” You ask, twirling around to show off your dress, but there wasn’t much to twirl with the satin, form-fitting style of it.

The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The satin dress you wore shimmered subtly in the light, each movement creating ripples in the fabric like gentle waves on a calm sea. You feel the dress almost uncomfortably tight, the smooth material cool against your skin, but you only see the side profile of your boyfriend as he stares into your shared bedroom vanity, running his hands through his hair for what you can only assume is about the thousandth time.

He sighs, not even turning his head, “Great, babe, but I’m really trying to get my head into this. You know I don’t like cameras, nonetheless–woah.” He trails off, letting out a vocalization of surprise as he finally meets your gaze, his eyes then scraping down your body, taking in every sinch and crease of the fabric adorning you.

Connor straightens up, and you notice the faintest bit of pink tinging his cheeks as he turns his body fully towards you. His jaw gapes open slightly as he looks you up and down, over and over and over again until you snap him out of his trance, “You okay, Connie?” You question, trying to act innocent as to his reaction, but the corners of your mouth curling up probably give it away.

Connor blinks a few more times as if trying to process the vision before him. He takes a hesitant step forward, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight, and you can almost feel the heat radiating off of him. “You look… stunning,” he finally breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he’s afraid speaking too loudly will shatter the moment. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing against the smooth satin of your dress. “I mean, like, really fucking good.”

His hand trails up to your shoulder, lingering there for a moment before he gently guides you to turn again. You comply, twirling slowly, feeling the fabric hug your curves in a way that makes you feel both elegant and confident. Connor’s gaze is unwavering, his eyes following every movement, as if committing every detail to memory, “I’m gonna…” He tries to say, but the sound was so raspy that he had to pause and clear his throat before continuing, “No, I need you to do that about a hundred more times for me before the end of tonight, okay?”

You chuckle softly, the sound melodic in the quiet room. "Only a hundred? You sure that's enough?" you tease, your eyes sparkling with affection for the man in front of you. You slow your movements, finally coming to a stop in front of him. Connor’s eyes are intense, green and filled with admiration and something deeper, something that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand, still resting on your shoulder, slides down your arm, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He steps closer, his body heat mingling with yours, the soft fabric of his shirt brushing against your exposed skin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful. I mean, you always are, but this…” he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble that resonates through your entire being. His fingers trail down to your hand, lifting it gently before pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. The touch is light, almost as if he’s afraid to break the spell. “I got you something for tonight,” he continues.

He was taking you to a team event, one where you had to dress up all nice just to go and drink with the other players and their wives or girlfriends, but also one where there’d be a lot of media and cameras in your faces. You always thought it was endearing, the way Connor would have a deer-in-headlights kind of look whenever the red light came on, but what was even more endearing was him trying to make this night good for you.

He releases your hand slowly, almost reluctantly, and moves towards a small, intricately wrapped box on the vanity. You watch as his fingers, still slightly trembling from the overwhelming emotions, carefully untie the delicate ribbon. The sound of the wrapping paper crinkling seems to amplify in the otherwise quiet room, and when he finally gets it open, he reveals a dainty corsage, one to match the colour of your dress.

Connor’s fingers gingerly lift the corsage from its box, the soft, pale blooms nestled against a delicate bed of greenery. The sunlight streaming through the window catches on the petals, casting tiny shadows that dance on the vanity's surface. He turns to you, his eyes brimming with a mixture of pride and vulnerability. The faint blush on his cheeks deepens as he steps closer, his movements careful and reverent, as though handling something fragile and precious.

You extend your hand, and Connor slips the corsage onto your wrist with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. The cool petals contrast with the warmth of his touch, sending a shiver down your spine. He adjusts the blooms slightly, ensuring they sit perfectly against your skin, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. His breath is warm against your cheek as he leans in, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. “I wanted you to have something special for tonight,” he says, his tone soft.

You pout, pulling back to get face-to-face with him before pressing your lips to his for a moment. When you pull away, you hold your hand out in front of you, studying your new accessory, “It’s beautiful, but why? Are you taking me to prom or something?” You joke, wanting to lighten the moment, although a sudden frown overtakes his expression.

Connor's frown deepens, a shadow passing over his features as if he's suddenly unsure of something. You reach out, brushing a hand against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under your fingertips, and the simple touch seems to ground him. His frown eases slightly, replaced by a soft, contemplative look. He captures your hand, pressing it gently to his lips again, his eyes never leaving yours with a sickening intensity. "No," he murmurs, his voice a soft caress, “But I… here, let me show you.”

He rips his gaze away from you for a moment, only to grab the same box he retrieved the corsage out of. Underneath where it was sitting, you didn’t notice a small bundle of matching flowers which he promptly plucked out gently with two fingers, holding it in between the two of you. “For my jacket. I thought we could, I dunno, match?”

Your heart skips a beat at his sudden moment of thoughtfulness, a quality that makes him seem like the only guy in the goddamn world. How could someone so loving and caring get even more perfect? By putting in this much attention to detail. You take the bunch of flowers from his hand, just to feebly place it in the lapel of his suit jacket, straightening it out to make sure it looked perfect.

Your hands, without breaking contact, grazed against his chest to his shoulders as you cocked your head to look at his matching flowers. All you could notice was the hitch in his breath as you smiled at him, surveying his flushed expression and decided to take the littlest bit of advantage of how sweet he was being. “You want them to know you’re mine, huh?” You laughed, flattening your palm against him to view the two flowered embellishments together.

Connor's face turned an even deeper shade of pink at your teasing remark. He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor before darting back up to meet yours, his eyes a mixture of vulnerability and eagerness. He stammered, trying to regain his composure but failing miserably, "Well, um, yeah. I guess I just... wanted everyone to see that you’re with me, you know? That I’m... that I’m with you."

You take a step closer, closing the distance between you. His eyes widen slightly as you brush a strand of hair away from his forehead, your fingers lingering just a bit longer than necessary. The heat radiating off his body is almost overwhelming, and you can feel it against your own skin. His breath hitches as you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, “You look so nervous, babe. Are you okay?”

His response is a soft, almost inaudible murmur, “Yeah, I’m just... I didn’t expect to be this... fuck, that dress.” He eventually chokes up, his body tensing.

You smile, your fingers still tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your skin. "Relax, Connie," you whisper, your voice soothing yet charged with an undercurrent of desire. You lean in closer, your breath mingling with his, and press a soft kiss to his jawline, just below his ear. He shivers at the contact, a low hum escaping his lips.

"I'm trying," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of keeping his composure. His hands, previously hesitant, find their way to your waist, fingers splaying against the satin fabric of your dress. “It’s hard,” He offers, the warmth of his touch seeps through the material, igniting a slow burn that spreads through your body.

You take a deep breath, feeling the anticipation crackling in the air between you. His hands on your waist are firm but trembling slightly, a testament to the intensity of his emotions. You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, and whisper, “I think you’re doing just fine.”

He exhales shakily, his breath hot against your neck. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmurs, his voice a low, husky growl that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers tighten on your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together, the heat between you palpable.

You smile, a slow, sultry curve of your lips as you press your body against his, feeling the hard lines of his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. “You’re gonna tell me, right?” you tease, your voice soft and intimate. You trail your fingers up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch, before tangling them in the hair at the nape of his neck. “For me, baby?”

Connor’s breath hitches again, his eyes widening as your words wash over him. He’s never been great at articulating his feelings in moments like these, but the intensity of his gaze speaks volumes. You can feel the tension radiating off him, a potent mix of desire and nervousness that only heightens the electricity between you.

His hands slide up from your waist to your back, pulling you even closer. “You have no idea,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “Every time I look at you, I just… I can’t think straight.” He leans in, his lips brushing against your collarbone, trailing up to your neck with feather-light kisses that make you shiver. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

You let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to give him better access, the sensation of his lips on your skin sending waves of pleasure through you. “Good,” you murmur, your voice breathy. “I like knowing I have that effect on you.” Your hands continue their exploration, slipping under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin, the taut muscles beneath your fingertips.

Connor groans softly at your touch, his hands roaming over your back with increasing urgency. “I don’t know how I’m going to get through tonight with you looking like this,” he admits, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear, making your knees weak. “All I’ll be able to think about is getting you alone.”

You smile against his neck, your breath warm against his skin. “We’re alone right now, right?”

Connor’s eyes widen at your words and he pulls his face away, still holding you close, the redness on his cheeks complimenting the green in his darkened eyes. “I-I don’t think…” he stammers out, “We have to go soon. We shouldn’t…” He continues, only to cut himself off with a low, choked moan as you begin to gently nip at his jawline.

You chuckle softly at his reaction, the sound vibrating through your chest as you nip at his jawline. "We do have to go soon," you whisper, your lips brushing against his skin with every word. "But we have a little time, don't we?" Your hands slide up his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he tries to keep his composure.

Connor swallows hard, struggling to find his voice. "Y-yeah," he finally manages to say, his voice trembling. "A little time. But… you look so nice, I don’t want to ruin your makeup or anything.”

You smile wickedly at his words, your fingers tracing lazy circles on the back of his neck. "You worry too much," you murmur, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I don’t mind getting a little messy."

Connor’s eyes flutter open, and the intensity in his gaze nearly takes your breath away. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest as he lets out a low, internal groan, a clear indication of just how affected he is by your proximity. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you decide to go for it and discard his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders with ease.

The flower he spent so long carefully picking out falls to the ground, and he looks at it wide-eyed for a moment, those pools of sage green so beautifully innocent as they meet yours again. “Are we gonna—oh, fuck, okay.”

Connor’s words are muffled as you kiss him again, your lips pressing against his with a force that makes his knees buckle slightly. You feel his hands grip your waist tighter, as if holding on for dear life. You take control, your hands threading through his hair, tugging slightly to angle his head just the way you want. Your lips move against his with a demanding fervor, eliciting a soft, desperate moan from him.

You guide him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed. He sits down heavily, his eyes never leaving yours as you stand before him. The sight of him, flushed and disheveled, brown locks messed up while your lipstick is smeared generously across his face, waiting for your next move, sends a thrill through you. You straddle his hips, your hands gliding over his shoulders, down his arms, until you reach his hands. You lift them, placing them on your hips, encouraging him to touch you more freely.

"Don't be shy," you murmur, your voice a low purr. "Touch me. I want you to."

Connor’s eyes flutter closed as you speak, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter, his fingertips digging into your flesh. You can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, and it sends a thrill of power coursing through your veins. You roll your hips slightly, eliciting a low, guttural moan from him, the sound vibrating through your chest and sending shivers down your spine.

You trail your fingers down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. “Such a pretty boy,” you murmur, your lips grazing the sensitive skin of his neck. “I love seeing you like this. So vulnerable. So mine.”

Connor’s hands slide up your sides, his touch becoming more confident as his desire overtakes his nerves. “Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice rough with need. “I can’t… I can’t think straight when you’re like this.”

You smile against his skin, your teeth nipping gently at his earlobe, making him shiver. “Aww,” you whisper, your voice low. “The big-shot hockey player wants to give up some power, huh?”

You pull back slightly, just enough to look into Connor's eyes. His pupils are blown wide, as if he’s trying to process what you just said, yet the redness creeping onto his usually pale face betrays him. “I’m not—don’t say that,” he murmurs, “I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to take care of you.”

Cocking your head to the side, you lean into his ear once again while your other hand wanders lower. “Then why are you so hard, Connor?” You punctuate the word with a gentle squeeze at the growing bulge between the two of you, straining against his slacks.

Connor's breath catches in his throat, a sharp inhale as your words and touch send a jolt of electricity through him. His hands tighten on your hips, trembling slightly with a mix of anticipation and desire as he swallows hard. "I... I don't know," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with need.

You smirk, leaning in to brush your lips against his ear, your breath hot and tantalizing. "You do know," you murmur, your voice dripping with seduction. "You're hard because you want this. Because you want me."

Connor's eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back slightly as he lets out a low, shuddering breath. His hands roam over your sides, his touch both hesitant and desperate. "I... I can't help it," he admits, "You do this to me. Every time."

You shift your hips slightly, pressing yourself more firmly against him, eliciting a low, needy groan from his lips. “Do you like that?” you whisper, your breath hot against his ear. “Do you like feeling me like this?”

Connor’s head falls back as he lets out a soft whimper. “God, yes,” his words slip out, his voice raw with need. “I mean, fuck—no, this is… wrong.”

You smile, the sensation of his resistance only fueling your desire further. "Wrong?" you whisper, your lips trailing down the column of his throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his skin. "How can something that feels this good be wrong?" You nip gently at his collarbone, drawing a soft gasp from him.

Connor’s hands tighten on your hips, his grip almost bruising as he tries to regain control. “I-I’m supposed to be the one in charge,” he stammers out, his voice shaky with both arousal and uncertainty. “This isn’t… fuck, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.”

His words only spur you on, fueling the fire burning inside you as you press your lips to his throat once again. “I know what you think," you murmur, your breath hot against his skin. "You want to protect me. Be that stereotypical big, strong, man, but just this once, let go. Trust me."

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His eyes dart between your own, wide and glassy with a mix of longing and trepidation. "I don't—" he starts, but the words die on his lips as you press a finger against them, silencing him.

"Shh," you whisper, your voice a sultry murmur that sends shivers down his spine. "Just let me take care of you tonight." You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear, and you can feel the way his body tenses beneath you. "Please, baby, let go."

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and you can see the internal struggle playing out in his eyes. "But I'm supposed to—"

"Not tonight," you interrupt, your voice firm but gentle. Your hand trails down his chest, finding his belt which you deftly unbuckle, trying to free him to relish in your newfound sense of control. “Lift your hips for me.” You urge him once you finally toss the belt aside.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Connor finally relents, lifting his hips slightly to allow you to slide his slacks down. The moment you free him, the evidence of his arousal is undeniable, straining against the fabric of his boxers. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the hard lines of his body taut with anticipation.

"That's better," you purr, your fingers grazing the edge of his boxers, teasingly close to the prize beneath. "Doesn't that feel good?"

Connor's breath hitches, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out a low, guttural moan. "Fuck," he breathes out, his voice thick with need. "Please."

You hum in approval, your hands quickly popping open the rest of the buttons of his shirt until it falls open, feeling the hard muscles beneath your fingertips. "What did you say?" You tease, your lips trailing down his neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake as you move lower, tasting the salt of his skin.

Connor’s eyebrows furrow at your words, but a breathy, inaudible moan interrupts him before he can speak. When he finally does, the sound is soft, needy, and something you’ve never heard from him before, “Don’t make me…”

Your fingers pause at the waistband of his boxers, your eyes locking onto his, a teasing glint in your gaze. "Don't make you what, Connor?" you purr, your voice a soft whisper against his skin. "Don't make you beg?"

“Yeah,” he starts, his voice trembling. “Don’t make me beg. I—I don’t want to… I’ve never…” His words trail off into a low, shuddering moan as you continue your teasing, your fingers brushing lightly against the waistband of his boxers. The contrast between your sultry touch and his conflicted words only heightens the tension between you.

You grin, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you lift your head to meet his gaze. “Oh, I think you can handle a little begging,” you tease, “Especially when it’s for something you want so badly.”

Connor’s resistance crumbles as you press you stroke him more insistently through the thin fabric of his boxers, the heat and pressure of your touch driving him to the brink. His hands slide up your back, pulling down the zipper of your dress, desperate to feel your skin against his. “Fuck,” he moans, his voice breaking. “Please, baby. Need you against me.” He finally relents.

Your dress slips down, gathering at your waist, unveiling the blush pink lacy bra you had planned to show him later that night, though it seems the moment has arrived sooner. You tug the dress off entirely, letting it fall to the floor along with your bra. When you turn back to face him, your eyes lock with his once again.

Connor’s eyes widen as you shed your clothing, his breath hitching. His gaze darts between your exposed skin and your determined expression. The sight of you, so self-assured and mouthy, ignites something in him he would never admit out loud.

“Is this okay?” you murmur, your voice low and teasing. Pressing closer, you feel the hard length of him against you, his arousal's heat seeping through the layers of fabric. Your lips brush against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “You look so lost.”

He swallows hard, his voice shaky as he struggles for words. “I—yeah, I mean, it’s just…” His voice trails off into a low, frustrated groan as you roll your hips again, drawing a desperate gasp from him. “Fuck, it feels so good, but…” His words dissolve as he buries his face in your neck, his breathing uneven and ragged.

You feel Connor’s rapid heartbeat against your chest, his breath hot and erratic. His hands grip your hips, his hold almost desperate as he wrestles with the unfamiliar vulnerability you're drawing out of him.

“You’re doing so good,” you purr, your voice a soft, sultry murmur. You trace your fingers along his jawline, feeling the rough stubble against your skin as you slide his boxers down, exposing him completely.

Your hands glide down his chest, feeling the muscles quiver under your touch, before wrapping your fingers around his length. Connor inhales sharply, his body tensing, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. “Oh, God,” he breathes, his voice trembling.

“God, you're so hard for me,” you murmur. You stroke him slowly, teasingly, feeling him throb in your hand. His hips jerk involuntarily, a low, needy moan escaping his lips. “Do you like that?” you whisper, your breath hot against his ear. “Do you like how I make you feel?”

Connor's eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back as he lets out a shuddering breath. “Fuck, yes,” he gasps, his voice raw with need. “Please, don't stop.”

You grin, your touch becoming firmer, more insistent. You revel in the way he responds to you, the way he melts under your touch. His hands roam over your body, desperate to feel more of you, to pull you closer. You can feel the heat of his arousal, the hard lines of his body straining against you as you let go of him, deciding instead to grind against him, only the thin fabric of your underwear separating you.

Connor’s eyes snap open as you grind against him, a low, desperate moan escaping his lips. His hands tremble as they clutch at your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh with urgency and need, leaving cherry-red marks. He groans, his voice raw and strained. “Feels… so good.”

Your smile widens, a glint of triumph in your eyes as you pull away slightly, just enough to slide your underwear off, leaving you completely bare against him. You watch his reaction, the way his eyes hungrily take in every inch of you, his body trembling with anticipation.

“You want me to ride you, baby?” you murmur, your voice dripping with seduction as you position yourself above him, feeling the heat of his arousal pressing against your entrance. “You want to feel me wrapped around you, squeezing you so tight?”

Connor's response is a choked groan, his hands clutching at your hips with desperate need. “Fuck, yes,” he gasps. “Please, I need you.”

You pause for a moment, savoring the way Connor trembles beneath you, his need palpable and almost tangible in the air between you. The room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the rustle of sheets, and the soft, desperate moans escaping his lips.

“You need me, huh?” you whisper, your voice a sultry purr as you lower yourself slowly, letting the tip of him brush against your wetness. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but let out a soft moan of your own. “I’ll take every inch of you. All you have to do is ask.”

You lower yourself a bit more, just enough to tease him with your wet heat. Connor’s breath catches, and his grip on your hips tightens as if he’s holding on for dear life. His eyes flutter shut, and a low, guttural moan escapes his lips. “Oh, God,” he breathes, his voice trembling.

“Look at me, Connor,” you command softly, your voice a mix of seduction and authority. His eyes open, locking onto yours, wide and glassy with need.

His cheeks are flushed, a deep red that creeps down his neck, highlighting the vulnerability he's feeling. “Fuck,” he groans, his voice cracking with desperation. “Please, I want you. I want you so bad, I can't stand it. Please, just—”

Before he can finish, you sink down fully onto him, taking him in inch by inch. The feeling is overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and power as you control the pace, every movement deliberate and teasing. Connor's head falls back against the pillows, his mouth falling open in a silent cry of pleasure. His hands roam over your body, desperate to touch every part of you, to feel the reality of the moment.

You relish the sensation of him filling you, the heat and hardness of his arousal pressing deep inside you. The slickness of you makes every movement effortless, a smooth glide that has both of you gasping for breath. You begin to move, slow and deliberate, grinding your hips against him, feeling the friction and the pleasure build with each motion.

You lean down, your lips capturing his in a heated kiss, your tongues tangling. The kiss is messy, hungry, a reflection of the desperate need coursing through both of you. As you move, your bodies find a rhythm, the slick sounds of your movements filling the room, mingling with your moans and gasps.

“You like this, hmm?” you whisper against his lips, your voice a low, teasing purr. “To be beneath me, helpless, while I ride you? To feel every inch of me?”

Connor's response is a choked groan, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he thrusts up into you, meeting your movements with a desperate need. “Yes,” he gasps, his voice raw and broken. “God, yes. Please, don't stop. I can't—fuck, I can't take it.”

You chuckle softly, a sound filled with satisfaction and power. “That's right,” you murmur, moving faster, riding him harder. The pleasure builds inside you, a tight coil of heat and need. You feel him throbbing inside you, his length pulsing with every movement, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The tension in the air is palpable, the desperate need to reach that peak of pleasure driving you both to the edge. Connor's moans grow louder, more desperate, his hands clutching at you as if you're the only thing keeping him anchored.

“Please,” he whimpers, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Please, I’m gonna— I need to pull—”

You lean down, your lips brushing against his ear as you cut him off. “Don't you dare,” you murmur, your voice dripping with authority. “I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel every last drop.”

Connor's breath hitches, his body trembling beneath you. His hands clutch at your hips, his nails scratching as he tries to hold on. “I can't,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “Fuck, I can't—”

“Yes, you can,” you whisper, your voice firm but gentle. “Let go, baby. Trust me.”

The tension inside you reaches a fever pitch, every muscle in your body tightening as you ride him harder, faster. The sensation of him filling you, the heat and friction driving you to the edge, is almost too much to bear. You can feel the tight coil of pleasure inside you, ready to snap at any moment.

Connor's moans grow louder, more desperate, his body trembling beneath you. His eyes are locked onto yours, in a way you had never seen before, but so incredibly intoxicating. “Please,” he whimpers, “Please, I—”

With a final, shuddering thrust, you feel the pleasure inside you snap, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through your body. Your moans mingle with his, the sound of your combined pleasure filling the room. The sensation of him pulsing inside you, spilling his release deep within you, only intensifies your orgasm, sending you spiraling into a state of bliss.

You collapse onto Connor’s chest, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of your release. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His heart pounds against your ear, a rapid, erratic beat that matches your own.

Connor’s hands roam over your back, tracing the lines of your spine, his touch gentle and almost reverent. “Fuck,” he whispers, his voice still shaky. “That was… I can’t even…”

You lift your head, meeting his gaze, and you can see the mixture of awe and adoration in his eyes. “That was just the beginning,” you murmur, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “But we do have to go soon.”

Connor's eyes widen in surprise at your words, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "Go?" he echoes, his voice still breathless from the intensity of your shared experience.

You chuckle softly, the sound filled with amusement and satisfaction. "Yes, go," you say, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Your team thing, remember?"

Connor groans softly, his head falling back against the pillows. "Right," he mutters, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "I almost forgot."

You press a gentle kiss to his lips, your smile widening. "Don't worry," you whisper against his mouth. "There's plenty of time for more later."