#deeply from the bottom of my heart thank you so much!

[twinknote]

you know. sometimes i write stuff and i’m like Yeah this was decent, good job me! and then i read other ppl’s writing and i’m like. i will never even come Close 🥺✌️

[rosemirmir]

Hopefully next week I can finally finish den-o

[professionalscribbler]

I am physically ill now.

That image of him clinging to Donnie's body stabbed me in my heart.

I am not okay.

That will haunt me for a good bit.

Part 3!

I honestly don't know what to say here. I originally drew this part sixteen pages long, but I realized I couldn't fit them all into one post, so I split this part into two parts heh

Part 1

[whytheylosttheirminds]

blue sweater - r.c.

(season 4 bf!rafe x gf!reader blurb, 2.4k words)

content smut, p in v, this gorgeous man and his afformentioned blue sweater, 18+ minors do not interact!!

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You’d fallen asleep on the couch, waiting up for him again. You didn’t fault Rafe for working so hard, you just miss him so fucking much when he’s in back-to-back meetings all day. 

The couch dips below you, pulling you from your dreams. A large, warm presence settles next to you on the sofa. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily, eyes still closed.

He’s smirking down at you, you know him so well you can picture exactly how he looks without actually seeing him. 

“Hi,” he leans forward, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I’m sorry, that last meeting ran so long.”

Finally opening your eyes to meet his, you’re almost startled by the sight. Somehow, in the dim evening light, they’re more deeply blue and beautiful than ever.

“Nice sweater,” you say, reaching up to run your fingers along the hard edge of his shoulder. Even though he looks so soft and pretty right now, he’s tense, and you wish you could ease the worry that furrows his brow.

He smiles knowingly, the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkling in the cute way that makes your heart ache for him.

“Thanks, my girlfriend got it for me.”

“She has good taste,” you joke as your run your hand gently up and down his bicep, the soft fabric such a contrast to the hard muscle below. 

“Yeah, she’s all kinds of good,” he winks.

“Then why’d you make her wait for you all night?” You pout, sticking out your bottom lip so he’d know you’re just teasing.

“I said I’m sorrrrry,” he whines as he leans over you more, adjusting to bring his legs onto the couch. You make room for him instinctually, his body fitting into yours like you were designed for each other. 

He lets his full weight down slowly, sinking you both deep into the cushions. Nuzzling his head into your neck, he drags his lips against the skin below your ear so gently, it sends goosebumps racing across your skin. He can feel your excitement and starts kissing you more firmly, leaving little wet spots up the column of your throat.

Your hands splay out over his big, firm back, rubbing circles into the tight muscles. You press deep, working out his stress, and he groans at your firm touch. Your hands work slowly down his back, pressing as you go. When you reach the hem of his sweater, you slip your hands underneath. Rafe flinches at your touch, a shudder running through him.

“Your hands are cold!” He exclaims, his voice muffled.

“Oh sorry, love!” you start to pull them away, but he reaches his arm behind him and pins your palms to his skin.

“No, it feels nice, don’t stop.”

You obey, the pads of your fingers digging little figure eights into his lower back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“What’s got you so stressed baby, hmm?” You ask.

“Just got too much going on,” he shakes his head so his buzzed hair tickles your earlobe. You giggle at the sensation, his head rising and falling with the shake of your chest.

“Poor baby,” you coo, making him smile against you. “Just need a little help to relax?”

Rafe nods against you, moving slightly to lay his head against your chest so you can run your nails along his head like you know he likes. You bring one hand up, the other still under his shirt, the motion making you open your legs wider so you can stretch. He slots between them perfectly, and when you drag your nails over the fuzzy hairs right at the nape of his neck, you can feel him twitch against your core, already half hard.

“Someone’s needy,” you hum, delighted that you can make him so hot just by touching him tenderly like this. “Want me to make you forget all about your bad day?”

“Please,” he groans into your collarbone, pressing his hips down harder so you can feel him fully against you now. Your wetness pools immediately, soaking through your panties as you arch your back and return the pressure. 

“Shit, baby, that’s so nice,” he praises.

“‘I’ve been waiting for this all day,” you confess.

“Then we better not make you wait any longer.”

Swiftly, he lifts his head from your chest and finds your lips with his. It’s hungry and sloppy, the wet skin of his lower lip sliding against yours as your mouths collide. You’re fully grinding up into him now, and there is nothing semi-soft about him, his hard cock threatening to rip the seams of his pants. You writhe, desperate to feel his length. You know it like the back of your hand, picturing his perfect cock clearly as you rock against it. You’ve got every vein, every throbbing, pink inch memorized. 

“Take your pants off,” you breathe into his open mouth.

With a cocky grin that makes you impossibly wetter he drawls, “now who’s needy, huh?”

You roll your eyes and reach for his waistband, if he’s gonna be an ass about it you’ll just do it yourself. He mirrors you, undressing you with the same shaky fervor. Your shirt goes first, he’s delighted to see you’ve opted for no bra. In the cold evening air, your nipples harden immediately, and he can see the goosebumps spreading across your torso. 

“Ohh baby, you really are freezing.”

“Mhm,” you nod, lip pulled between your teeth. “Warm me up, Rafe.”

A throaty groan rises from his chest as he takes over your work on his pants, ripping them off as best he can without standing, his boxers following. You slip your thumbs under your shorts, doubling up to slide your panties down with them until you’re bare for him. Only one piece of clothing remains between you, the soft blue sweater you bought for him. He starts to pull it off, but you stop him, your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“No, leave it on,” you instruct.

“Whatever you want, angel,” he smirks at your unusual request, but obliges without complaint.

He lays down on you again, his lips hovering over yours as he lets his cock press into your inner thigh. He’s so hard you gasp, inhaling sharply at the sweet pressure against your leg. He kisses you again, more tenderly this time, like he’s trying to imprint the taste of you onto his tongue. As he lets his weight settle on you, the soft threads of his sweater rub over your sensitive nipples, the sensation making your eyes squeeze shut and a strained moan echo from your chest.

“Y’okay?” He asks.

“It feels so g-good,” you croak out.

“What does, baby?”

You blush, feeling silly for it, but something about the soft material against your hardened skin is so delicious, you’re sure your pussy is dripping onto the couch by now. 

A little embarrassed, you admit, “the sweater on my tits feels really good.”

“It does?” He questions, amused.

“Just stay on me baby, don’t stop.”

You and Rafe have been known to argue about almost anything, but he never argues when you tell him how to make you feel good. He flattens his chest against you fully, rutting his dick against your leg, causing his chest to rub against yours as requested. Your head falls back into the throw pillows. You let him continue to move you both until you almost can’t stand the friction anymore.

“I love that,” you whimper, eyes still squeezed shut. “But I need you inside.”

“Can’t wait any longer, huh?” He chuckles. Once again, you don’t need to see him to know what he looks like, his eyebrows are surely arched high and his lips quirked to the side as he looks at you in amusement.

“Rafe I’ve been waiting for like twelve hours,” you complain.

“I know, baby, I know,” he quells you. “I got you, alright?”

Propped on one arm, his sweater leaves your chest for a moment so he can line himself up at your soaked entrance. You wait with closed eyes, bracing for impact as you know it will take a minute to adjust to his size, it always does. But he doesn’t enter you, just grumbles with annoyance as he shuffles above you.

Your quizzical eyes open to find him fumbling with the collar of his sweater, preparing to pull it off.

“What’s the problem?”

“I want to see you, but this fucking sweater’s in the way,” he explains. You lift your head and look down to where your bodies should be meeting to see the hem of his sweater hanging in the way, blocking the view. “I’m just gonna take it off.”

“Nuh-uh!” you object. 

“Baby,” he whines.

A solution comes to you, causing you to break into a wide grin.

“Open up,” you say, and he’s never looked more confused.

But then, you reach down and pull the hem of the sweater between your fingers, making his stomach flinch as you brush against it. You lift the hem up to his mouth, revealing the sight of his dick dangerously close to your entrance. He puzzles it together, and teasingly rolls his eyes before letting you place it between his teeth. He bites down on it obediently, considering a protest before looking down to see he now has a perfect angle to his favorite sight in the world.

It feels so good when he finally slides in, stretching you so deliciously and filling you like only he can, that you almost actually cry. He moves gently, considerate enough to know there’s probably an edge of pain to your pleasure.

“You don’t have to go slow,” you assure him. “Take your stress out on me, I can take it.”

“Yeah?” He tries to sound cocky, but it’s muffled from the fabric between his teeth.

The way his jaw clenches in frustration makes you giggle. Rafe usually does most of the talking, knowing the sound of his low voice in your ear makes you come so much faster.

“I’ll do the talking, just focus on my voice while you fuck me, m’kay?” You purr.

He nods in agreement, picking up the pace until he’s rocking into you, continuously hitting the perfect spot that makes you both shudder with pleasure. He’s going so hard you have to lift your arm above you and steady yourself against the arm of the couch. His eyes flit between the sight of you taking him in so perfectly and the way your tits bounce with each thrust.

You keep your promise to talk him through it, starting with, “just like that, Rafe- mmmph- feels so good. God, I can feel you so deep.”

His brows furrow in concentration, thrusting harder, desperate to drag more praises from your kiss-chapped lips. Your eyes train on the veins in his neck, throbbing with effort. You reach your other hand up and grab his chin, pulling his face so his eyes pierce yours.

“Shit, you look so good, fucking me like you needed to,” you cry.

As much as he loves the eye-contact, he’s still wearing this stupid sweater for a reason, and he needs to remind you. He matches you by placing his hand on your face, soft but firm, and directing your gaze down to see him pistoning into you.

“Oh my god, that’s so hot,” you smile, admiring the creamy mess you’re making on his shaft. “You’re fucking covered in me, baby. Made me so wet comin’ in here looking this good.”

He removes his hand from your head, looking for a non-verbal way to thank you for your compliments. He presses his thumb to your tongue, and you don’t need words to know what he’s doing. You get it nice and wet, swirling spit around his thumb with your tongue. Once it’s ready, he lowers it to your clit, rubbing back and forth a few times before forming steady circles.

“Ah- fuck- yes, Rafe that’s so-” Your commitment to keep talking falters as pleasure floods your mind, robbing you of your voice.

He knows what you need, he always knows what you need. He pulls your hand from his chin and places it on his chest, you bunch the fabric of his sweater so he can release it from his teeth.

“There ya go,” he coos. “Need me to talk you through it, huh?”

You nod desperately, confirming what he already knew.

“Couldn’t even concentrate in my meetings,” he begins, panting with the effort he’s putting in, not letting up his pace. “Thinkin’ about you here waiting for me, walking around the house in those little shorts. How am I supposed to close deals when I can’t stop thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking this perfect pussy, huh?”

His words have exactly the effect he was hoping for, you are beside yourself, moaning and squirming beneath him. Letting out the sweetest little “oh, oh, ohs” as his cock rocks your whole body. He's losing tempo, both of you nearing the edge. You bring your other fist up to bunch his sweater, too, grasping so tightly you're afraid you're gonna tear it. You clench around him as he keeps talking.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze me as hard as you can - fuck!” He's unraveling, needing to find the words to get you there so he didn’t finish first. “Fuck, that’s my good girl.”

Just as he expected, that’s what finally did it for you. You cry out his name as sparks exploded in your tummy, coming so hard you have to bury your face into his chest to keep from screaming. He follows behind you almost immediately, his hot cum spurting into you as his primal groans and grunts echo through the room.

A few minutes later, you’re cleaned up and cuddled in his bed, now wrapped up in his sweater, the stretched-out fabric engulfing you. He smirks as his hands run over the material, rubbing over your stomach and waist lovingly.

“Might have to wear this thing every day if that’s how you’re gonna react,” he teases you.

“Uh-huh,” you giggle. “Good luck getting it back.”

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a/n: omg i'm so sorry I just literally couldn't not, the chokehold this sweater has on me is unnatural like y'all don't even need to read this it was just a passion project for me. all hail Blue Sweater.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I love ur writing sm omg- so glad you’re writing for lads too!! ❤️❤️❤️

Sorry to add to your pile but could u do a thing for sylus (and maybe zayne if that’s ok) with an S/o that always asking lil questions like “can i kiss u”, “can I sit on ur lap”, “are u sure I can use ur card”, or just silent and shy physical cues like holding their fingers when s/o wants to hold hands ?

I hope that makes sense 😭

Sylus finds your innocent requests of simply wanting to sit on his lap, kiss him, little things that he believes you didn’t have to ask to do and he’ll remind you of such when he effortlessly pulls you into his lap one day.

‘You know you don’t have to ask for permission kitten, you can just take what you want from me instead.’ He tells you as he places one of his hands on your waist, thumbs caressing your skin over the fabric of your shirt.

‘I don’t want to take advantage of you.’ You trailed off, lowering your head out of a need to not look into his observant crimson eyes, but you should’ve known better if you though Sylus was going to allow you to avoid eye contact with him, only realising your mistake the moment you felt your lover grip your chin and brining your eyes back to meet his smirking face.

‘If you wanting to kiss me, sit on my lap and hold my hand is you taking advantage of me, then who knows what you’d think when desiring the more scandalous and intimate aspects of our relationship.’ He chuckles as he leaned forwards to kiss you on the lip, biting your bottom lip playfully and tugging it before pulling back to see your cute expression. God he couldn’t get enough of how you always act like it was the first time he had kissed you, it only made him want to kiss you more but then he remembered be was trying to teach you a lesson . ‘Now did I take advantage of you when I kissed you just now?’ He asks.

‘No.’ You murmured softly, fiddling with your hands, felling a little silly. ‘No you didn’t.’

‘Indeed. Which is why you’ll never take advantage of my love for you, and while It’s sweet that you ask before doing, but I’d much rather the action of having your lips pressed against mine so sweetly as you always do.’ Sylus then leaned in close until your foreheads were touching, his crimson eyes locked on you yours with a playfulness, leaving you with your cheeks becoming warm.

‘Really? You wouldn’t mind?’ You asked, looking deeply into his eyes for the answers that you seek. Sylus kisses the tip of your nose as he moves back. ‘Of course my sweet,’ he began while his calloused fingers brushed against your jaw and down your neck delicately as though you were the most precious person within the room, which in his eyes you were. ‘Nnot that I had any issue to begin with, take what you want and don’t you dare apologise afterwards. You have my heart already and intend for you to keep it.’ He finishes.

You felt flustered beneath his gaze but his words left you with a newfound confidence that you then tested out by holding his face and covering it with kisses. The kisses were soft and gentle like a thousand butterflies wings were beating against Sylus’s face, they were enough to make him smile in content at your first step into a form of comfortability within your relationship with him, and he couldn’t help but draw you closer to him to the point you were squished against his chest.

It was obvious to Sylus that you were still a little nervous with giving affection without asking for his permission first, but he was more then willing to help you break from that habit in due time, but for now he’s more then willing to sit back on his chair and let you smother him in sweet, shy affection as his chest blossomed with warmth and want. He has you to thank for many things and he promised that you’d never have to ask his permission for anything, for you to take what was already owed to you the moment you blessed him with your company.

You’ve already took his heart without permission, so why not kiss him, hug him, caress him without permission also, you were already his to begin with…

Zayne finds it sweet and endearing that you ask for his permission, even though he had reassured you that there was no need for you to do so, he was your lover and he was more then content with you taking kisses from him to your hearts content.

It warms his heart personally.

However despite all that reassurance you still ask for his permission regardless or silently take his hand in yours and rub your thumb against his purely out of a need to feel him even more. Though then again Zayne was no different for he was cut from the same cloth, he wouldn’t kiss you unless you allowed him to, nor would dare to let his hand wander lower south unless you were comfortable with; Zayne valued your boundaries and wouldn’t dare overstep them either way.

‘Zayne?’

‘Yes my love?’ He replied, looking at you.

‘May I kiss you?’ You asked, fiddling with your fingers. Zayne smiled as he puts aside his book and reached out for your hand, pulling you close to him as he stood from his chair, both of your faces mere inches away from each other. ‘Of course.’ Zayne said and with that you gave him a sweet, tender kiss on the lips, letting it linger there before pulling away, showing him that sheepish smile you often had after giving him any ounce of affection.

‘You know you don’t have to ask to gift me your affection.’ Zayne then said softly, holding you against him by the waist, loving the way your warmth seeped into him.

‘You do the same thing.’ You retorted and Zayne did see the irony in this, he always did, but still he sighed when he felt as though his point wasn’t getting across. ‘That is true how observant of you my love, but I want you to know that you can do whatever your heart desires to me, for I know they come from pure intentions and know you would never lead me into thinking otherwise.’ Zayne said as he looked into your eyes and smiled. ‘I trust you with my heart, I trust you with my love and my trust for I know that your hands are the only ones I’d trust to hold them and myself if I ever feel like I’m falling apart.’ He finishes and you couldn’t help but feel a little emotional over his confession, you smiled brighter then you did before as you gingerly held his face between your hands, caressing his face as you watched him melt into your touch and nuzzling his face against your skin like a cat.

‘Zayne…’ you trailed off.

‘Please my dear, for me.’ Zayne’s voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke his plea mere inches from your lips, his hot breath fanning across your face. It didn’t help that he was asking you so sweetly to just give in that you couldn’t help but feel your resolve crumble as you leaned in to kiss him, kickstarting your journey to giving Zayne affection without asking for permission, for you already had his trust and love for the very start.

[slaybey]

act ii   COWBOY CARTER   3.29

Today marks the 10-day countdown until the release of act ii. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of the supporters of TEXAS HOLD ‘EM and 16 CARRIAGES. I feel honored to be the first Black woman with the number one single on the Hot Country Songs chart. That would not have happened without the outpouring of support from each and every one of you. My hope is that years from now, the mention of an artist’s race, as it relates to releasing genres of music, will be irrelevant.

This album has been over five years in the making. It was born out of an experience that I had years ago where I did not feel welcomed…and it was very clear that I wasn’t. But, because of that experience, I did a deeper dive into the history of Country music and studied our rich musical archive. It feels good to see how music can unite so many people around the world, while also amplifying the voices of some of the people who have dedicated so much of their lives educating on our musical history.

The criticisms I faced when I first entered this genre forced me to propel past the limitations that were put on me. act ii is a result of challenging myself, and taking my time to bend and blend genres together to create this body of work.

I have a few surprises on the album, and have collaborated with some brilliant artists who I deeply respect. I hope that you can hear my heart and soul, and all the love and passion that I poured into every detail and every sound.

I focused on this album as a continuation of RENAISSANCE…I hope this music is an experience, creating another journey where you can close your eyes, start from the beginning and never stop.

This ain’t a Country album. This is a “Beyoncé” album. This is act ii COWBOY CARTER, and I am proud to share it with y’all!

[why-are-you-still-awake]

Jealousy with the Naruto boys

A/n: I’ve seen this done multiple times so here’s my take on it :)

Warning/content: nothing :)

characters: Sasuke, Gaara, Sai

Sasuke Uchiha

☆ Sasuke claims to not be a jealous person, “he’s above that” as he puts it, but something about seeing you laughing and smiling with someone else makes him feel weird, insecure? No couldn’t be…. He likes to think that he’s just being overprotective and he’s not jealous, he believes he’s too good to be jealous and let’s be real, he’s far too prideful to admit he’s a little insecure. ☆

☆ One time when you guys were out in the Konoha market place, some person came up to you and started a casual conversation, but to Sasuke it seemed like this person was getting a little too close for comfort. So to solve this, he came up behind you and placed his arm over your shoulder giving the person a “can I help you?” Look, let’s say they didn’t stick around much longer. ☆

☆ If you try and bring up his jealous behavior, he’ll deny it adamantly. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t trust other people. If we’re being honest here, he’s deeply afraid of losing you, to him you’re the only person he has left. So even when he’s being a jealous prick, it comes from a place of love even if he doesn’t outright express it. ☆

Gaara

☆ He wouldn’t consider himself a jealous person by any means, he love you and you love him. He has no reason to be insecure or jealous, but even the kazekage struggles to be reasonable sometimes, he’s only human after all. He wouldn’t be very upfront about his feelings, if you noticed jealous behavior then you’d have to bring it up because he won’t talk about it first. ☆

☆ One time you were waiting for a council meeting to be over and you were in meeting room with him, it was very boring like watching paint dry would’ve been more entertaining. You soon notice a younger council member staring at you trying to get your attention and smiling at you, you politely smile back but then Gaara catches on to the silent interaction. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer while clearing his throat and continuing speaking. ☆

☆ If you ultimately decide to confront him about his momentary jealous behavior, he won’t deny it but will probably be very embarrassed he was caught doing something like that even if you reassure him that you’re not upset and may even find his jealous protectiveness attractive…..☆

☆ He didn’t know anything really about relationships do to growing up in Root, so you and to guide him and explain things basically. Some might’ve found It tiring but you found it endearing to an extent. He had never experienced jealousy before until he saw you talking to someone else who seemed to be pretty funny because you couldn’t stop laughing, he had a weird feeling in his chest and it made him feel *strange* he didn’t understand.☆

☆ He decided to try and get to the bottom of this weird feeling in his chest, so he decided to just outright tell you how he was feeling, you were kinda surprised, but after breaking through the momentary freeze and explained it to him. He was surprised, he never thought he’d be jealous, he trusted you, he knew you’d never do anything to hurt him. ☆

☆ There’s no really confronting him about jealous behavior because he’s very honest about how he’s feeling, he definitely forgets appropriate time and place sometimes when he says something, he’s unintentionally a good communicator because of how honest he is and won’t beat around the bush with how he feels. He loves you and wants you to know. ☆

A/n: I’ve never written for Sai before, so sorry if his part sucks. Thanks for reading, love u <3

Do not repost

Edit: thank you all who heart or reblogged or in someway interacted with this post, it means so much <33

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

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( PART TWO HERE )

A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!

You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.

Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.

You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.

As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.

Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.

You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.

His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.

He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.

You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.

He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.

Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.

Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”

[em-omer]

My name is Saadiya Masoud. My family and I have endured the horrors of war. Our home in Jabalia, northern Gaza, was bombed, and my husband was severely injured in the chest and legs. He urgently needs to travel abroad for treatment. His health is in a critical state, and he is also deeply affected psychologically, as he witnesses the hardship his family is going through—our struggle to secure daily food and the necessary medicine to ease his pain—feeling helpless in the face of it all.

I have three children: five-year-old twins, Omar and Zein, and my three-year-old daughter, Zeina. At the start of the aggression on Gaza, when our house was hit by a missile, my son Omar was injured in his spine after a pillar collapsed on him. We were barely rescued from the rubble. We were then forced to flee to the south. I, along with my three children, walked on foot, not knowing anything about my husband, as his injuries were severe, and we had no idea which hospital he was taken to. I spent almost a month without any information about my husband, suffering with my children as we slept on the streets, barely managing to find food once a day. After a month of hardship, I heard that some of the injured had been transferred from the north to the Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital. I was fortunate that day to be reunited with my husband. He was exhausted and still had shrapnel in his chest, but unfortunately, no hospital in Gaza could perform the necessary surgery due to a lack of equipment. We moved to live together in a tent shared with three other families at an UNRWA school in Deir al-Balah.

I am pleading with everyone to help us in any way possible. We need pain relief medication for my husband and my son Omar, as well as other medicines to treat skin diseases and rashes that have spread across our bodies due to the lack of cleaning supplies like soap and shampoo. We also need healthy food for our children, who are surviving on unhealthy canned food every day.

Even a few cents could make a huge difference in our lives right now. Your small contribution can help us secure the basic necessities we desperately need. Please, from the bottom of my heart, I ask you to share our story and offer whatever support you can. Every little bit counts, and it will bring us one step closer to relief. Thank you so much for your kindness and generosity.

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[cossiedxll]

"love you to the moon and to saturn"

| how they love you in their own special ways

| gepard landau x reader, dan heng x reader, blade x reader, kafka x reader, jing yuan x reader, luocha x reader

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: reader and character are in an established relationship, reader is gender neutral. not proofread!!!

˓ ꒱ authors notes: im trying to write as much as i can here so that my account doesn't go stale if you know what i mean. these are kinda short so i apologise if you were expecting the scenarios to be longer :(

gepard landau ( 杰帕德 ) *◞

no matter how early he'd have to wake up for work, you'd always wake up to a freshly made breakfast. either on a plate on the dining table or in a lunch box with a little note stuck on it.

"sorry for having to leave so early, i made you this. remember to eat lunch while i'm gone. i love you." with a small, albeit rushed heart at the bottom of the note. if he has enough time he'll even make a smoothie for you!! using some of the fruits you two bought together while grocery shopping. he's always a little self conscious of his cooking so please be sure to let him know how good his cooking is!!

whenever he comes home late, he makes sure to greet you with a soft kiss before removing his armor, he'll always see you as his first priority even if he doesn't know how to say it, you can tell through his actions.

dan heng ( 丹恒 ) *◞

he pats your head whenever he's proud of you. he often doesn't know how to verbalise his emotions towards you, often overthinking about how you'll react to them. so he resorts to patting you on the head to tell you that you've done a good job and that he's proud of you.

his hand was slightly shaking as he reaches for your head, lightly carding his fingers through your hair. you look up at him to ask what's wrong but the faint blush on his cheeks tells you everything.

you turn around to fully face him to give him a kiss on his lips, the hand on your head slightly pushes you closer towards him. it's moments like these that his beyond thankful he's been able to find someone who understands him.

blade ( 刃 ) *◞

he patches you up whenever you get injured after missions. he doesn't trust anyone else to bandage you properly so he does it himself. he's uncharacteristically gentle with his hands, making sure to not wrap the bandages too tightly on your wounds.

few words need to be exchanged between you two but you know he cares deeply about you when the first thing he says to you when you come back from a mission is "come with me." as he gently takes hold of your wrist.

when he's all done with patching you up he takes a second to look at you before gently kissing your forehead. "stop being so careless, i don't like seeing you get hurt." he sighs as he pulls away.

kafka ( 卡芙卡 ) *◞

she kisses you before every mission. she keeps it a surprise every time too, kissing you on the cheek, forehead, the tip of your nose or your lips. it's her own way of saying "come back to me soon." with her gentle kisses. finding your expression adorable every time she decides to mix it up and surprise you.

she doesn't say anything as she hooks a finger under your chin, lips dangerously close to yours. her other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to her as she places a gentle kiss to your lips. she pulls away with a smile, chuckling at your flustered state as she sends you off.

jing yuan ( 景元 ) *◞

he lets you rest your head on his shoulder as he works, sometimes humming along with the soft melodies that's playing on the record player. he always insists on you choosing the song for the day, even if he doesn't know the song, he's happy that you like it.

his fingers are carded through your hair, every now and then giving the top of your head a little scratch or a mini massage. when he gets tired of constantly having to focus and write out reports, he puts his pen down and leans his head on yours. the hand that was once holding the pen is now wrapped around your waist.

he nuzzles his head into your hair, just in time for his afternoon nap.

luocha ( 罗刹 ) *◞

he always manages to find the perfect little nick nacks for you, ranging from little pendants to jewellery. every piece of jewellery is tailored to fit your skin color. you always insist that it's too much and that you don't need him to keep bringing these to you but he does it anyways

he finds the smile on your face when he brings you something to be so adorable. the slight blush that dusts your cheeks adds to that factor too. if he brought you some rings to try on he'll personally slip them onto your fingers, kissing your hand when he's done.

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated !!

[anemptypuddingcup]

Urgent care.

Doctor Trafalgar Law x Female Nurse Reader.

Just like I did for Luffy, Law will also have both a birthday imagine and a birthday fic.

I adore the two characters so damn much.

Contains: Doctor Law & Nurse Reader. Law being a sneaky and feisty bastard. Law and Reader having sex on the job. Sex in a chair. Sex on a desk. Law creampies Reader.

“U-Uhm…Nurse ________?”

You lifted your head as you caught the sound of Bepo’s voice, the mink’s voice rather soft and meek as he called out to you. You turned around to face him and notice him peeking in from behind your office door, his face beaming as he gave you a heartwarming yet nervous smile. You smiled back to him and set down the files you were reading to walk over to him to speak. “Yes Bepo?” You asked, your voice soft spoken as you replied to him. Bepo hums out sweetly at your tone.

“The doctor needs you in his office…He says that it’s urgent…” He says, his hand pushing your office door open to allow you to walk out. You gave him a soft smile before stepping outside of your office, giving him a sweetened expression for his kind gesture. “Thank you Bepo, I’ll go see him right away.” You responded, waving to him before walking down the hallway and away from your office. Your hands pulled down the hem of your short nurse uniform, the dress hugging your thighs though rather short as it went inches above your knees.

You began to grow nervous the more you grew closer to the doctor’s door. What could be so urgent to where he needed to see you? No matter what it would be, you were sure that it was probably a report or maybe a future plan for a patient. As you make it to his door, you brushed down your uniform a bit before knocking at the door.

“Doctor? It’s me, ________. You said it was something urgent?” You called out, gulping out of nervousness as you finished your sentence. There was no answer in response and you inhaled deeply before turning the knob and opening the door, cracking it slightly before you peeked your head inside of his office.

Law’s eyes were focused on his files before he heard the door opening, his head lifting up while his golden eyes suddenly focused on yours peeking inside his office. “Ah, ________. Please, come in.” He smiles and pulled his glasses from his face before folding them and setting them down onto his desk, his eyes watching as your figure stepped in and closed the door behind yourself.

“Lock the door as well. This is a very important matter.” He demanded, his chair rolling back and away from his desk just a smidge. You obeyed and did so, your hand locking the doorknob behind yourself before you began walking over to him.

You walked up to his desk with an anxious face, your teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you grew nervous to hear what he needed to say.

“I was told that there was something important you needed to discuss with me doctor…” You say nervously, unable to control or suppress the anxiousness you had for this situation. Law nodded. “Yes, I did.” He responded, his head resting in his hand as his eyes trailed sneakily up and down your delicate figure. Law gives you a mischievous smirk before his hand began softly patting at his lap, his finger urging you to moving in closer after he did.

“Here, come sit my dear.” He demanded, continuing to pat his lap lightly while he stared seductively into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat and your face fell flushed as you stared down at his lap, your eyes quickly glancing between his legs before you quickly averted your eyes. Law tilts his head and quirks a brow, now questioning if he thought and felt wrong about your feelings.

You slowly walked up to him before softly setting your bottom onto his lap, a soft groan leaving Law as he felt your weight applying a bit of pressure against his lap. You squeezed your thighs tightly together, your hand up against your mouth as you sat there frozen in his lap. A chuckle left him and he bit his lip as he slides his fingertips slowly up against the softness of your plush thigh.

You exhaled shakily as his hand held your hip and pulled you in closer, his lips ghosting over your temple while you sat there with your heart pounding out of your chest. You felt his fingers sliding higher up your thigh, his hand going up underneath your short uniform while you moan out quietly yet shakily.

“You’re trembling sweetheart…Am I making you nervous…?” He whispered to you, his eyes looking down at your trembling frame sitting there on his lap all anxious. “Doctor…” You let out a soft mewl and shut your eyes, your anxiousness melting into arousal as you felt his fingers slide higher and higher up your thigh. Law lets out a restrained groan as he felt himself growing hard within his slacks.

God you were so adorable against him, and now that he finally has you alone he could touch and care for you however he wanted…

“You’re so adorable…How come you don’t speak to me ever so often…?” He asked you, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling them back farther up against his hardened length. You squeaked as you felt his hard and clothed cock against your clothed slit, a heavy exhale leaving you as he slides his hand down between your thighs. “I-I…I just get- Ah!- N-Nervous!~” You shakily moan out, your cunt beginning to grow wet as you felt Law’s rough fingertips rubbing and pinching at your clitoris through your thin panties.

Law chuckles at your reaction and moves his face down against your ear, his lips nipping at the shell of it while you gasp out shakily. He peppers a smooch to your cheek while his fingers rubs along your clothed slit, your face twisting in ecstasy as you enjoyed his fingers against your soaking cunt. “You feel tense…Have you been stressed lately my nurse…?” He asked you, his other hand steadily sliding up to one of your breast before he groped it through your uniform.

You winced and moan shakily, your hand tracing up his arm before it met with his own groping against your tender breast. His hand continues to rub at your clothed pussy, and you begin to arch your back and inhale shakily while he chuckles. Your arousal soaked the fabric of your panties so much, your essence easily wetting Law’s fingertips in the process. The movements of his hand slowly cease and he lets out a heavy groan as he struggled to keep his cock restrained much longer inside his briefs.

“Up. And lift your dress for me as well~” He demanded, whispering to you while you swallowed thickly at his words. You lifted your hips up off of his lap and you squeak out as you immediately felt his fingers sliding your panties down your thighs and out of the way. A soft gasp left your lips as you heard him beginning to unbuckle his belt, a relieved groan leaving his lips as he released his thick and sticky cock from his briefs and softly pressed his leaking tip up against your bare and sticky slit.

You moan out as you felt his tip smooching your slit, adoring how hot and sticky it was against your folds and your soaking hole. You could feel the slight bit of pre dirtying your cunt and you moan out as you begin to rub your hips back against him. He scoots the chair up closer to you before softly setting himself down, his cock erect within his palm as he stroked it softly while staring at your dripping pussy.

His hand reaches up to your slit and he slowly spreads it open with his thumbs, a soft moan leaving him as he watched a bit of slick run down your leg. His tongue trails across his lips as he stared up into your eyes, his gaze full of lust as he stared into your pretty eyes.

“We need to treat this right away my dear…You’re fucking dripping out onto my lap…” He hisses out, his cock twitching as he continued to stare at your glistening pussy soaking and leaking out into his thighs and the floor.

“Doctor…P-Please…Please treat me~ Make me feel so much better~” You cooed so seductively, biting your glossed bottom lip as you stared him in his eyes with your needy ones. Law hisses out and relaxed in his chair, his finger urging you to lower your hips down onto his.

“Cmon then baby~ My dick’ll treat you just enough~”

“Lower that cute fuckin’ pussy onto my dick~”

You moan out shakily and lowered your hips down onto his thick cock, a soft moan leaving your throat as you felt his tip stretching your pussy open. You watched as he grabs your hips and helped you lower yourself farther down onto him, his cock stretching your insides open for more than you thought it would. A hiss leaves Law’s lips as his brows furled, enjoying the feeling of your velvety walls enveloping his cock and your weight against him.

You gasp out loudly as you finally bring your hips all the way down, your body shuddering as you felt his cock smooching your cervix so deeply. “God, you’re so tight~ So perfect for me…aren’t you?~” He hums in ecstasy, his cock pulsating deep inside of your pussy while your walls pulsates around shaft. “Just relax yourself and hold on…I’m gonna to fuck ya so good~” He whispers to you, his whispers making you trembled in arousal.

He slowly lifted your hips up before bringing them down, a mewl leaving your lips as you felt him plunge up deep inside of your pussy. Your back began to arch as you felt him moving your hips up and down on his cock, your breasts bouncing softly while you melted in ecstasy.

Your toes hard curled within your white slip-ons and your voice grew louder as he began moving your hips faster on top of his. “Feels nice yeah? This dick kissin’ all the right spots for ya?~” He cooed, his breathing growing a bit heavily while you responded in a slightly slurred tone.

“Yess~ It feels so good!~” You moaned shakily in reply, your eyes shutting tightly as you felt him beginning to smooch your bundle of nerves. Law groans out shakily, his hands holding your hips tight while he felt as if his cock would melt deep inside of your cunt.

He sighs out heavily before suddenly stopping, his movements halting which causes you to turn around with heavy breaths. “Here, lay up against my desk. I’ll fuck ya better like that.” He says, lifting your hips up off of his and guiding you up. You slowly stood up on wobbly legs and grabbed the desk before bending over on it, your tummy and breasts pressing up against the cold wood of the desk while you heard Law standing up from his chair.

He moves in closer to you and grabs your hips before shoving his cock back inside of your dripping cunt, a heavy moan leaving you while you shut your eyes and bite you bottoms lip from the sudden ecstasy. You held on tight to the desk as you released sweet angelic moans from your lips, the sound of Law’s hips slapping against yours making you grow a bit flustered if not more aroused.

“Hahhh~ D-Doctorr!~”

“Fuck, your pussy’s so perfect~ I could fuck it all fuckin’ day if I wanted to~” Law groans out shakily, his chest pressing up against your back as he shoves his cock deeper inside of your pussy, smooching your sweetened spot once again. Your face twists into a expression of pure ecstasy and your legs grew shaky as you struggled to stay balanced and steady. Your cunt tightens around Law’s length and he hissed out while leaning in closer to your ear.

“Ya about to cum, aren’t you pretty girl?~” He whispered, his tongue running along the shell of your ear while you gasp out and shuddered at the sudden contact. “M-Mhm…I-I’m getting closer~” You mewled out so sweetly, your voice making Law’s cock throb even more inside of you. He sighs out heavily as the speed of his pace begins to increase unconsciously, your moans growing louder as he rammed harder and faster inside of your cunt.

Your body wobbled a bit from the recoil of him thrusting into your pussy, his arms wrapping around your body while he pressed his body against yours.

“You’re so fuckin’ warm and soft inside, I need more of your pussy, my sweet nurse~” He huffs, his hand grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his. “P-Please do!~ F-Fuck my pussy m-more, D-Doctor!~” You mewl out his name before he gives you a loving kiss, your breathing heavy against his lips as he dominated your tongue. He pulls away after a little bit, a string of saliva tearing from your lips as he did.

“Fuck you’re so adorable~ Even when I’m fucking you raw on my desk, you’re still so fuckin’ adorable~” He groans out, his hand pulling your hips back into his and sliding his dick deeper inside of your cunt. He slowly stands up straight and slowly pulls out of you once again, his action making you whine in response from the edging.

“I’ll make you cum this time, I promise sweetness~” He helps you stand up and slowly turns you over and down onto your back, making sure your pretty face was in his sight while he’d fuck you. He lifts your legs up and wraps them around his waist, his body pressing down against yours while he stared into your lustful eyes.

He slowly stuffs his cock back inside of your pussy one last time and he begins pounding into your pussy a bit sloppily, his tip repeatedly kissing your sweetened spot while your voice unconsciously released mewls and moans out for him.

You finally begin to see stars as his cock nudges hard against your bundle of nerves, your hand gripping and scratching at his coat as he fucked you so hard against his desk. His desk rocked vigorously from his hard throats, and your body was reaching its high as he chased after both his and yours.

“Oh God~ I-I’m so close!~ I-I feel it coming!~” You gasp out, your mouth beginning to spill a bit of drool while he focused all his attention and energy into your pussy.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart, I wanna see you fuckin’ squirting on the bottom my shirt~” He mewls out, his face contorting as he bit his bottom lip tightly. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck while you moan and whine out for him. Your pussy fluttered so beautifully around his shaft, adoring the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt while he continually kissed your bundle of nerves.

Your eyes rolled up in ecstasy as you trembled against him, hardly able to take much more of the pleasure deep inside of you.

“Hah!~ L-Law!~ I-I’m gonna!~” You whined you, your eyes shutting tightly as you struggled to keep your voice down. “Cum sweetheart. Cum on my dick!~” He huffs out, his body holding your frame tightly as he felt himself growing close as well.

You felt his cock twitching within your walls and he felt your walls pulsating around his cock, his tip repeatedly kissing your g-spot while occasionally smooching your cervix due to his sloppy thrusts. Your voice lets out another loud gasp and you threw your hand over your mouth as you fell unable to suppress your moans anymore.

“Oh god!~ O-Oh god!~ I-I’m cumming!~” You gasp out shakily and threw your head back, your cunt gushing around his cock while you moan out loudly and shakily within your hand. Your body shuddered heavily as you got a bit of cum onto his shirt and his slacks, a whine leaving you as you were unable to handle your heavy orgasm.

Law smiles and groans out heavily as he buried his head within your neck, his body shuddering against you as he finally cums deep inside of your cunt. You mewl out shakily as you felt him filling you up, his warm and sticky seed coating your walls and filling up your womb.

The feeling of his hot cum coating your walls caused your legs to tremble as if they were melted butter, if you weren’t lying back against Law’s desk you certainly would’ve lost your balance.

“Oh god~ Doctorrr~” You moan out his name shakily as you felt him slowly pulling out of your pussy, his seed slowly beginning to spill out of your cunt while he hisses out at the sight. Law watches as his cum runs out of your pussy and spill onto his desk and floor, a heavy sigh of exhaustion leaving his lips as he began tucking his cock back into his slacks. He left his belt unbuckled as he sat down into his chair, his breathing still a bit heavy as he sat there and continued to enjoy the view.

His eyes focused on stuffed cunt and he hums out before grabbing your hips and softly pulling your body down back into his lap, spilling a bit of cum out of you and onto his slacks. You rested your head against his shoulder, your legs twitching as you were still struggling to recover from your orgasm. Law chuckles and presses a smooch to your cheek before moving his hand between your thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit while you moaned out to him and pouted.

“P-Please doctor…I have to get back to my shift~” You whined, your hand grabbing at his wrist while he chuckles as your slurred tone.

“It’s alright…It’s a slow shift for us anyways~”

[shadowdaddies]

hi I love youre azriel fics they're so sweet and sweet az I feel is never talked enough about just the very comforting side of him I think we don't see enough of could you maybe write a fic where his mate is absolutely terrified of sex and breaks down even from hearing someone say sex and is just genuinely so scared of sex (because she has a similar past to rhys) so gradually azriel I'd helping her feel more comfortable with physical touch and the idea of sex and slowly gets more intimate starting with just fingering her and making sure she's OK whilst stroking her hair with his other hand maybe she panics at bit at first but he comforts her during it and she let's him eat her out his shadows swirling round her stroking her hair and her body comfortingly whilst he's eating her and gives her alot of sweet aftercare

thank you so much for this💜 I think Azriel's soft, compassionate side is too overlooked and what I love about his character most is his thoughtfulness and understanding towards others

Where We Begin

Azriel x Reader smut

WARNINGS: references to past SA/abuse, smut below the cut

The setting sun cast an orange hue over the horizon, night quickly taking reign from the day. Azriel’s hand was gentle against your own, fingers lightly entwined with each others’ as you strolled slowly along the bank of the Sidra. 

A deep sense of contentment glowed in your chest, settling within you much like the sun over the shining waters to your side. A silly smile graced your lips, sheer joy encompassing the moment as you looked into hazel eyes.

Your heart leapt in your chest at the feeling of his gaze on you, the soft openness Azriel bared to one else stripping you bare in the moment kind, intimate of ways. “I love you,” you whispered, the words more instinct than thought as you realized how deeply this male consumed you.

Shadows danced around you in response, a broad grin stretching across Az’s face as his hand found your cheek. “I love you, too,” he spoke, voice rough as he choked on emotions he’d never allowed himself to feel so deeply before this moment.

Eyes flicked to your lips, Azriel leaning in subconsciously as he awaited your permission. Always aware and careful of the boundaries you’d set, he had never made a move without your leading him. A small giggle escaped you as you pushed up on your toes, pulling him down for a passionate kiss.

Lips melded together, then teeth and tongues clashed as passion expressed itself in ways that words could not. Drawing back with faltered breath, the spark in your chest burst into a flame, engulfing the both of you in a warm light that binded you. Your mate.

“Azriel, I want you,” you whispered, eyes wide as your teeth worked your bottom lip. “All of you.”

Tears welled behind his eyes, glowing golden against the last rays of sunlight that cast over the purpled sky behind him. Azriel’s own breaths drew shallow, feet shifting in rare uncertainty. “Are you sure?” The words were hardly more than a breath, curling in the air between you.

“Sure of you? Always. I love you, Azriel, and there is no one I trust more with my life and my love more than you,” you promised, the sureness of your response enough to soothe his nerves.

“Then let’s go home, my love,” he smiled, wings flaring wider as he swept you into his arms and launched into the now-darkened sky. The night streets of Velaris shone below as cool wind whipped around you, Azriel’s body emanating warmth that you curled into before landing on the balcony of your home.

You flashed him a mischievous grin as your hand wound around the collar of his shirt, pulling him gently with you as you walked backwards into your bedroom. Warm faelight cast a cozy glow over the space, heat seeping back into your bones as Azriel kicked the door shut behind him.

Hand sliding down his toned chest, you tugged at the hem of Azriel’s shirt, a small chuckle breaking from his lips as he pulled away the fabric. Heat flushed in your core at the sight of him, golden brown skin illuminated by the moonlight behind you. 

Eyes sparkled as he smirked at the scent of your arousal, scarred hands finding your waist. “Will you lay down for me?” Azriel whispered, his voice a soft caress that melted your nerves. Excitement coursed through you, nodding eagerly before you slid back onto the mattress, Azriel crawling over you as strong arms caged around your head.

“Is this alright?” he murmured, hand sliding under your dress, grazing your thigh as lips teased the skin of your neck. 

You breathed a “yes,” nodding enthusiastically, hips lifting as you arched to be closer to your mate. A low groan of approval sounded in his chest, Azriel’s knee kicking your legs open as he pinned one of your knees to the mattress.

Breath hitched in your throat, a flush creeping over you as your body stiffened underneath him in a reflex. Shadows stilled, Azriel pulling back completely. 

Hazel eyes studied you intensely, scanning for any sign of harm as his guilt filled the room. “Hey,” you whispered, reaching to stroke his sharp jawline, “it’s okay. I am okay.”

Despite your encouraging words, Azriel’s face crumpled as his hands left your body entirely. “No, I am so sorry. I should have been more careful, and I-“

Hand sliding down his cheek, your thumb found his lips to cut off Azriel’s spiraling thoughts. “I am not fragile, Az. I will tell you if I am uncomfortable,” you assured him, head raising to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

Azriel sighed, relief evident as he relaxed above you. “What if you show me what you want?”

Brows dipped in a questioning look, your lips ticked up at the corners. “What do you mean, love?”

Azriel crawled off your body, reaching a hand to guide you forward on the bed. Shifting forward, you watched your mate climb behind you, legs wrapping around your hips as he pulled you to lay back against his bare chest. 

Az’s hands appeared on each side of you, palms up as he held them out. “I want you to guide my hands to touch you,” he purred, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. Heat rushed to your core, slick building between your thighs at the scent of his arousal.

Relaxing back into his body, you grasped Azriel’s wrists, pressing a kiss to each scarred palm before guiding them to the hem of your dress. “I want this off,” you whispered, shimming your hips to help as Az lifted the fabric from your body, leaving you in only your panties before him.

A low groan escaped him at the sight, hands tensing on either side of you as he anxiously awaited your next direction. A lazy smirk settled across your face, hands intertwining with his as you teased his fingertips up your thighs, hips instinctively rolling back into his. 

A small gasp left your lips as you skirted around your core, guiding him to hold your breasts. “Please, Azriel,” you murmured, pushing his hands in encouragement. Lips found your neck, lightly licking, teeth grazing the skin there as he toyed with your breasts, flicking and twisting your nipples. 

Head lolled back against his shoulder, one of your hands guiding his down your stomach towards your core. “Touch me, Azriel,” you purred, the sound turning into a breathy moan as his fingers slid beneath your underwear to your folds. Arousal shone on his fingers, a grunt leaving your mate’s lips before he pressed a finger to your clit.

You could feel his gaze on you, watching your reaction to his hands working magic on your body, playing you like a violin. “More,” the plea left your lips as a breath, Azriel needing no more direction as a finger dipped inside of you, curling against your walls as shadows danced across your stomach and legs.

Pushing in a second finger, Azriel groaned at the obscene noises from your pussy as a shadow grazed your clit, the stimulation sending you over the edge into orgasm. Arching off the bed, your hands clawed at Azriel beneath you as his name left you, a lewd moan echoing through the home.

You came down from your high, turning to see Azriel already smiling down at you, pure male satisfaction on his face as he pulled his fingers from your core, licking your release clean while he kept eye contact. 

“More,” you whispered, hardly registering your own words, your body thrumming with need for your mate. Azriel’s eyes darkened, hands and shadows stilling as he gazed down at you.

“How do you want me?” he choked out, breaths coming heavy, cock twitching at your backside.

“I want all of you,” you replied, voice breathy as you ground your hips against his. “I want to ride you.”

A heavy sigh blew from Az’s mouth, his body tensing beneath you. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he muttered, hands moving to clutch the sheets beneath him. “Take me, then, please. All of me and more.”

Pushing up from the mattress, you instantly missed the warmth of your mate as you clawed at your underwear and Azriel’s, desperate to be bare with one another. You gasped at the sight of him, this glorious, strong male beneath you, practically begging for your touch.

“I am yours, and you are mine,” you whispered, hair falling in a curtain around you, breasts brushing his toned chest as you dipped to kiss your mate.

“Always,” Azriel promised, the bargain mark a pleasant burn on your chests you settled over his length. You knew that your eyes shone with emotion to match his own, the moment more tender than anything you had felt in your lifetime.

Sinking down onto his full length, lips parted in a silent moan at the stretch inside of you. “So tight,” he grunted, abs flexed beneath you while Azriel fought to keep from thrusting up into you.

You couldn’t resist the sly smile that brightened your features at his desire, rolling your hips in a teasing motion against him. Sounds of pleasure echoed from both of you at the feeling, your hands finding purchase on your mate’s chest as you slowly lifted up before sliding back down.

He hit perfectly deep inside of you, pure pleasure rolling through like a shockwave with each bounce. “My chest, Az,” you pleaded, clenching at this feeling when his hands found your breasts, gently massaging and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

Shadows flicked softly against your legs, hips, neck, slithering down to your core. “Fuck, I’m close,” you breathed, crumpling at the full feeling of Azriel coupled with tendrils of darkness against your clit. “Please, fuck me,” you breathed, grateful for the reprieve when Azriel’s hands moved to your hips.

He thrust into you at a steady but powerful pace, his massive length hitting deep inside of you with every thrust upwards. Your body collapsed against his, hand tapping on your mate’s shoulder to let him know you were close.

“Let it go, darling. I’m right behind you,” he murmured, a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath your ear sending you over the edge once more, convulsing at the overstimulation while Azriel grunted, his own release filling you with warmth. 

You fell completely into his chest, settling down on Az’s large frame as scarred hands slid up your waist, holding you close while he pressed kisses around your face and neck. “How are you, love?” he whispered, voice like rough silk as he swept the hair from your temple.

“The best I’ve ever been, Azriel.” Joy flooded the bond, so full you couldn’t tell from whom the feeling came. “I love you, so much.”

“Saying ‘I love you, too’ doesn’t feel like enough to describe how I feel about you, but that’s all I can manage for now,” he answered softly, the black waves of his hair tickling your cheek. 

He held you so close, you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. And you settled into that feeling, sure that that was how you wanted the rest of your life to be.

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

You

So I went from listening to "If I Die Young" by The Band Perry (because it was stuck in my head for some reason) to listening to Burying the Dead by Kevin Kiner from Star Wars The Clone Wars and all I could feel was angst. Obviously I have to pass it on.

Summary: Astarion realises he's known all along what it means to live, all thanks to you

He can feel the stickiness of the liquid sandwiched between your palms, feel it sliding down his wrist and trail along his forearm. He can feel your hand slowly slipping from his grip, your fingers weakly grasping at his palm for purchase, unwilling to let go. He doesn't want to let go either, but your ragged breaths remind him of the pain you're in, the hurt in your eyes tearing his soul apart.

"It's alright, love. Everything's going to be alright." A lie. He bites down hard on his bottom lip, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes and swallows as hard as he can, willing his sorrow away.

Just endure it for a while. Until they move on.

Your chest is barely moving, crimson bubbling from your lips as you desperately suck in whatever air your weakening lungs can. Your eyelids flutter, your body fighting to shut down and Astarion has to force his hands to stop trembling, his undead heart crying out with each weak gasp that slips from your fading body.

He brings your bloody hand to his lips, hating the way the sweet taste floods his mouth. The smell fills his nose and his fangs reveal themselves, his body urging him to drink but he forces his mouth shut, pushing down the hunger that threatens to take over.

Your lips move, but Astarion can't make any of them out, rendering your final words lost forever. His hand shakes as it clasps tightly around the hilt of his dagger, his eyes squeeze shut as he inhales deeply. He can't do this, he can't.

He can't kill you. But he has to.

His dagger trembles as its tip hovers over your heart, the steel of the blade reflecting the setting sun. The evening sunlight casts a beautiful yet saddening glow over you, framing you in its radiance like it has a thousand times before, but today is the last time he will ever see you bask in the sun.

The poison has chewed its way through almost your entire body, your pained laboured breathing is all that remains. He has to do it now, put you out of your misery or the poison will drag your suffering out until your lose your mind, and he can't let that happen.

His fingers tighten around the hilt, hoping that it will stop the dagger from shaking so much and forces his hand to move downwards.

One strike and it will all be over. One strike and you wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

Blood springs forth from the new well he has created and he gags. He loves your blood, yes, that is an undisputed fact. It nourishes him, tastes absolutely divine, but only when it's you giving your blood of your own accord. Not like this, not when it's being poured out all over the ground, not when it steals you away from him.

He watches as your body twitches for the last time and hears your last breath leave your lips, a quiet thank you for everything he's done. He stares blankly at your now dead body, mind and body numb to the core.

Where does he go from here?

He sits on his heels, feeling the pent up tears trickling down his cheeks. It starts out with quiet sobs, soft whispers of words he never got to say to you that grow louder as he starts to cry, his heart shattering into a million pieces. Reality hits him hard. You're gone now, forever. He will never see your radiant smile again, never hear your melodious laugh again, never feel the warmth of your skin as you hold his hand tightly, never feel the softness of your lips, never…never see you again.

He wails out his agony to the deaf gods above, the tears flowing freely as he curses the hand he's been dealt, wanting nothing more than to have you back. He'd made a promise to you, to always be by your side, to never leave you but that promise lies broken at his feet, buried beneath the dirt you too will soon lie under. He will live on, alone once again, with the weight of world crushing him.

He cries until he has nothing left to give, cradling your now cold body against his chest, and feels exhaustion taking over. The sun has set, turning the sky pitch black with few twinkles from the stars above. He remains where he is, kneeling in the bloodstained dirt surrounded by the forest and the creatures that inhabit it, holding your cold corpse tightly and ignoring his body's call to rest. He doesn't want to rest, he wants you, he wants your warmth.

He wants this all to end.

He contemplates the idea, nearly giving in when a familiar whisper pulls him back from the brink.

"I want you to live."

He lets out a pained chuckle, even in death you're still there for him, catching him when he falls. He remembers exactly when you had said those words. It had been at his tent after everyone else had fallen asleep, under the moonlit sky as the campfire was fading out. You'd held his hand in yours, a fiery earnest look in your eyes as you delcared out loud that you didn't want his body in exchange for keeping him around.

"I want you to live. That's all. What living means to you, I don't know, but I suppose that's what life is for, to find out what all these fancy words mean. I know you'll find it, you're the kind of person who will."

He presses his forehead against yours, drawing a shaky breath and closes his eyes. He steadies himself and lets the breath out, opening his eyes to take in the sight before him.

"Darling, I…" His throat clogs. This is stupid, he's talking to a corpse. You can't hear him anymore, you're dead. His words will never reach you, but he has to get this weight off his chest, and maybe by some miracle your soul will hear what he has to say. He regrets not being able to tell you this while you were alive, but he supposes it's better late than never. Besides, it's more than just words he wanted to say to you, it's a declaration to himself, a reaffirmation of what he's discovered alongside you.

"I've found out what it means to live. It's more than just staying alive, more than just waking up to the next day. It's making my own decisions, choosing what I want to do, knowing who I am and who I want to be. You've taught me all that, you've shown me what it's like to live, and I…I thank you for that. It's because of you that I'm free from the shackles of my past, it's because of you that I know the path I should take. I owe you so much, more than I've been able to repay you, but knowing you, you don't care about it."

Astarion lets out a huff of amusement, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Still though, love. You could've asked anyone else to ease your suffering. It's not fair, to make your beloved vampire do all the work."

He looks to the sky, wondering if you're able to see him through all the damn clouds and laughs. He can't stop laughing at the absurdity of it all. The laughter soon turns to sobs, fresh tears dripping onto your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, darling."

[fraugwinska]

Hello beautiful! Not only I just discovered your writing and binds read your entire master list … could I request a part 2 from the eye of the storm?

Maybe something like where the reader is worried about Alastor at night and she goes to comfort him. He asks her to tell him a story while she lays beside him but as he falls asleep he ends cuddling? Tysm and please take all the time you need💕💕💕

Your wishes are my command - I strayed a little from your idea, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless! It's angst and fluff, and a little sweet at the end! And of course, it leaves room for a possible (Spicy) Part 3? ;> Who knows?

This is the second part of a Mini-Series. Part 1: The Eye of the Storm is right over here.

Two weeks had passed since the night Alastor's nightmare almost tore the hotel apart. Your wounds, caused by the sharp claws of the demonic form of Alastor, had healed pretty well and were barely noticeable anymore, thanks to dutiful tending of Charlie and Niffty, except for the scar on your hip, still pink and sore. You didn't mind, though. It was a physical memento of a sacrifice made for someone you deeply cared about.

In fact, you had a hard time forgetting that night, because every time you looked at the scar, the image of the Radio Demon, hunched and sobbing on his bed, flashed through your head, and you felt your heart clench. He hadn't spoken much to you since then. He hadn't spoken much to anyone in the hotel, really. You tried to approach him, but he always seemed to find an excuse to get out of a conversation, or leave the room you entered. When you asked him if he was alright, he laughed it off and waved his hand, telling you it was not worth worrying about. You knew him enough by now to know it wasn't true. You also knew him enough to know that if you tried to push him, he'd retreat further.

So, you just observed him from a distance, the way his smile looked tired when he thought no one was looking, the way his laugh seemed hollow, his eyes dim and exhausted. Sometimes you'd catch him blankly staring at the wall or ceiling or a painting on the wall for minutes, before snapping back and continuing whatever task he was supposed to do.

"I'm worried about him, too."

Charlie was sitting beside you on the lounge set in the foyer, both of you nursing a cup of hot cocoa, while Alastor was preparing dinner in the kitchen, humming some melancholic tune that traveled through the closed door. "But I don't know how to help him. He doesn't seem like he's interested in opening up to me or the others, or talk about what happened. It's as if he's just... shut off."

You sighed, sipping from the drink. "Yeah. He's been getting slimmer too, and always looks so... tired."

Charlie nodded, and you exchanged a glance. "Is there any chance that... maybe he would open up to you? You seemed to have a connection to him more than we were ever able to have with him. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I can't help but think he'd feel more comfortable around you."

"I tried, Charlie - he just... vanishes, before I can even finish a sentence... he avoids me. It's like he's running from me."

Charlie looked into the bottom of her mug, turning the now empty dish in her hands. "...Well, in times like this, we don't want the help. Especially if our pride is involved." she smiled warmly at you, her usual determination now back in her eyes. "But I know someone who would stop at nothing to help him."

Your footsteps sounded much louder in the silence of the night as you climbed the stairs up to Alastors suite. You glanced at the lights, remembering the green sheen and how the swirling shadows in the dimness had made your skin crawl. But the staircase was dipped in the usual golden light, nothing amiss, nothing scary. There was only a faint sound, almost like a static, hanging in the air. Alastors own wards and spell protecting his space, you were sure. Which left the possibility of him already knowing you were on your way. For a moment you hesitated - was it of use to go to him when he'd possibly already fled to evade you? A few nights ago you might've retreated. But after two weeks of watching your friend suffer, your determination prevailed, and you knocked, firmly and resolutely.

A second of silence. Then another one. You raised your hand to knock again when the door swung open - And Alastor stood before you, his grin in place, yet there was a sense of exhaustion seeping through his mask. He seemed taken off guard, obviously he wasn't expecting someone to come visit him late at night, so your prediction had been proven wrong. It was very rare to see the radio demon in anything else than his usual attire. But he was standing before you now, in a scandalously casual ensemble: A crimson robe over an open collared black pajama shirt showing some of his usually hidden, taupe fur, the silk tie loosely knotted at the waist, black matching trousers and without shoes.

"It's mighty late for a visit, dear." His voice held a sharpness and rough edge. But the tired, dull expression behind the grin was already crumbling when he gazed into your face.

"I wanted to see you. I'd noticed you weren't... doing so good after what happened."

He cast his glance everywhere but to you, avoiding your concerned stare. "I've told you before, your concern is absolutely unnecessary dear, I'm fi-" "Alastor, please." you interrupted, gently taking his wrist into your palm to halt his hand from waving his way out of the conversation. You looked at him, and he tried not to look at you, but slowly, oh so slowly, his gaze slipped back to your face, and his composure visibly started to crumble, his grip on his tactical expression slipping like sand through fingers. "I'm not here to judge you. Or to berate you. I'm worried."

He chuckled bitterly, closing the distance between you as his whole stance now seemed to curl. "Worrying is not necess-" "Probably." you shrugged, your hand sliding from his wrist to his cold fingers. "But friends worry, when they see the person they care about suffer." "Friends are a bother." his eyes flickered. "That's true. And yet they care."

He let his head bow forward, and suddenly he reminded you so much of that dark, trembling creature you found on his bed two weeks ago. You never thought the powerful Radio Demon would allow himself to appear like this in front of someone consciously. But maybe you weren't just someone... to him. The thought made your pulse flutter.

"I find myself unable..." Alastor started, his eyes staring at your intertwined hands. "...to find rest these days. I don't feel the need to sleep as frequently as your fellow residents, but... the incident, the dream, what happened - it seems it has rattled me more than I care to admit. What you did for me and what I did to you in return..." He chuckled, but it sounded much weaker, lacking his usually cheerful mockery as his free hand hovered over the side of your waist where the fresh scar sat under your clothes. "The thought of it being repeated feels unbearable."

"That's why I'm here." You squeezed his hand. "I've seen you at your worst and still came back, because I wanted to tell you that I'm neither weary nor scared. And that you don't have to bear this burden alone, Alastor. Please... let me help you."

The Radio Demon stood still, and for a moment you thought he'd retreat again, but then his shoulders relaxed, and the grin melted into a small, tired smile. His hand tightened on yours and he sighed. "Well then, come inside."

As you stepped into the familiar room, you noticed the difference immediately. The curtains were drawn, the lamps were on and the record player was playing quietly, a melancholic jazz piece filling the silence. Alastor had done his best to keep the memory of that night away by repairing the walls and furniture and replacing the shredded bedding and mattress of his bed with brand new ones. So new in fact, they looked like they were never touched.

"Please, take a seat." he gestured to one of the two wing chairs by his fireplace, now burning in warm oranges and scarlets rather than the eerie green you remembered, and as you settled down he joined you in the other opposite to you. The silence hung between you for a moment, neither of you really knowing what to say next. He was intently watching the flames dancing on the scorched wood, and you studied his profile, the soft, dark fur of his ears, his thin, elegant nose and the deep crease between his eyebrows. You had never seen him lower his guard this much. Well, that wasn't quite true - once, in this very room, although under much different circumstances. You could see his hand, resting on the arm of the chair, twitch as if it were fighting an impulse.

"It's funny, isn't it?" he started, his voice a bit too light. "I'm a powerful entity in hell, able to rip and tear and destroy. A feared, powerful, dangerous overlord. And yet I seem to be rendered helpless by my own mind. Laughable, really."

"I'm not laughing." you said quietly, and his head turned towards you, a raised eyebrow and a hint of amusement in his expression.

"Indeed you are not."

"And I think you are far from helpless." You continued, a small smile appearing on your face as you watched a little flame wind itself from a knothole, gaining volume and fizzing strongly. "I've never met a demon as strong-willed and determined as you, Alastor. I think the reason it has been affecting you so badly, is because you have power over everything else. But when it comes to the things happening inside your own head - when you are asleep - you aren't in control, and that can be terrifying."

His gaze was fixed on your face, the crimson of his irises shimmering and flickering. He looked... intrigued. And, something else. Something softer, that made your heartbeat a little faster.

"You are... a fascinating thing." he hummed, and his fingers started to drum on the armrest, his other hand fidgeting, still fighting that strange, hidden urge. "You seem to... calm me. With your mere presence, it feels... soothing. The thoughts of that night don't vanish, but they lose their grip. Like the tempest in me is being tamed." "Is that a bad thing?" you asked, a bit puzzled, and a bit amused.

"Yes and No." He answered, quickly and without hesitation. "I don't depend on others. It's unreliable. Too many factors are involved, and when you care about someone, it means you leave them with the ability to hurt you." His hand was tapping faster. "That sounds like a lonely existence." "Loneliness is the most reliable thing of them all. But..." he sighs and follows your gaze back to his fireplace. The small flame grew into a strong blaze, swishing and crackling loudly now. "...It is also the most draining. And I have to admit that I'm thoroughly exhausted, dearest."

"I'll stay with you tonight." You whispered, leaning forward and reaching out to take his restless hand. The motion surprised him, his eyes snapping back to you. "If you want to." He stared at your hand on his, the fire reflecting on his ruby eyes, and slowly, the twitching and drumming subsided, and his fingers curled around yours, a small squeeze.

"I believe I'd be glad for the company." he uttered.

For the next half an hour or so, you sat with Alastor in comfortable silence, both of your eyes on the flames and hands still intertwined as the jazz faded into blues, slow, melancholic and calm until the fire died down. Sometimes, his thumb drew little circles on the side of your hand, and you took it as an encouragement. His face was back to its tired state, though he didn't seem quite as guarded and withdrawn anymore. When there was nothing more than faintly glowing logs in the ember bed, you shifted your weight and gave his hand a careful tug. "Do you think it's time?"

He swallowed audibly and his eyes closed. "I suppose so." he smiled tightly, rising and pulling you up with him, and you both walked over to his gigantic bed, draped with fresh crimson sheets and matching duvets, untouched, spotless, pristine. He stopped before the side of the bed and for a few moments - he stared down, his grip on your hand almost painfully tight now. You tilted your head, giving him a reassuring smile.

"If you're uncomfortable about sharing the bed I can pull over one of the chairs, I don't mind..."

"Absolutely not." he turned his head, and you could see how flustered his expression was now. "Ah - I mean... no, dear, that's alright."

You left his side and rounded the bed, lifting the duvet without looking at him as you shuffled out of your slippers. If you were honest, you felt just as awkward as Alastor looked, not to mention nervous and anxious and a lot of other complicated things. But you'd be damned to show that now, and risk him retreating. So you settled in, slipping your legs under the heavy covers. They felt just as comfortable as they looked.

You noticed him hesitating on his side of the bed, unmoving, his hands halted at the knot of his robe. You adamantly looked away from him, overly interested in the obscure knick-knacks that were scattered in the cupboards on the opposite wall - it was clear he was struggling to shed his clothes in front of you, even if it was only an overcoat. You heard an airy, quiet chuckle and fabric rustling, felt the duvet lifting again and then a weight dipped the mattress next to you. You could feel Alastor shifting and settling, could hear the shallow, anxious breaths and were aware that his eyes were burning on the side of your head, and you realized that he, too, was doing a valiant job at keeping his composure. You leaned back into the pillows, then he snapped his fingers and there was silence. And darkness.

At the lack of light in your vision, your senses heightened and you took everything in much more intently. His body heat close, his breathing next to you, his faint scent of smoke and herbs surrounding you. How small the space between your bodies was, the last remaining inch a gaping ravine in your mind. The mattress dipped as his body turned, facing yours and now his eyes were right there, glimmering and deep red in the pitch black darkness, following your every movement as you shifted too. You felt your heart hammering loudly and you could almost hear the blood rushing through your body. And you knew Alastor could hear that. Hear your quickened breathing. Feel the warmth of you just as you felt his.

There was a tense, terrifying moment, stretched endlessly until your eyelids fluttered shut - you heard, as much as you felt, the bed dipping under his shifting body weight, and suddenly, the ravine was filled by him and he was all around you, pulling you in sort of a protective embrace as you were surrounded by his warmth. Your head fell against the base of his throat as he tucked your face into the crook of his neck, a shaky sigh leaving him as he wrapped his limbs around you. The sudden proximity caught you entirely off-guard - you knew Alastor had a deep aversion against close physical contact. The hand holding had been a huge success for you, a sign that his trust for you went beyond the ordinary. You had been fully prepared to honor a discreet distance between you and him as to not make him feel more uncomfortable, but to pull you so close like this, voluntarily at that, initiated by him, made you go rigid in nervousness at how to react to it. You could already feel him retreat, that awkwardness from before already flooding back between you as he felt your body stiffen.

"Aah... my apologies, dear, I didn't mean to get so..."

Your reaction was instant, almost instinctively, body already knowing what your mind still was figuring out. Your hands slid around his slender waist as you pulled yourself closer to him, since you believed actions spoke louder than words to soothe the conflict he was battling. One leg came to rest between his, you felt his hips brushing against yours, and your palm came to rest in between his shoulder blades and you buried your face into the warm fur of his throat, and all tension left him, as another, heavier, long-drawn sigh rumbled through him, and he curled his form back around your smaller frame.

"If I'll return to the dreams that caused such havoc..." he mumbled quietly, his tone unusually wavering. "Then I'll get you out again and help Niffty clean up the mess." "Silly girl, absolutely ridiculous." his breath tickled against your ear, but he sounded lighter already. More like his usual self.

His leg entangled between yours, the limb as muscular as his chest and shoulders had always hinted at. His hand was tracing shapes and unknown symbols onto your back, and you wondered if it was a form of spellcasting to keep you safe while sleeping. But whether it was, or just unconscious movements, the gesture alone was making your heart flutter. The fact that it was his very real, very physical, very touchable chest and hands that were pressed onto your barely clothed skin, providing the soft massaging, and the warm, comforting sensation of his body heat against your own - it was exhilarating and overwhelmingly, absurdly, beautifully intimate.

Friends.

You wondered if that word could describe you and the radio demon. There was something... so much more, at least in your head. So much deeper. He meant something different to you than the others, Vaggie, Charlie - something special. A deep emotional pull, an urge to always seek and - absurdly, knowing he was who he was - to protect, the need to understand. To care and to comfort and to feel his presence at your side. An inevitable, chaotic and maybe even borderline obsessive attraction you couldn't and didn't want to escape. It had already become evident to you, especially in these past two weeks, that you felt something deeper for the demon everyone in the hotel was so wary about. He was special to you, yes, an anchor in a world that could throw any horrible thing at you at any given time, a world that wasn't trustworthy nor consistent. But in a weird twist of fate, he was. To you, he was calmness, security, trust, consistency... happiness.

"...Alastor?" You murmured quietly into the darkness, feeling his cheek come to a rest on the side of your head.

"Yes?" he breathed back, voice laced with drowsiness. His hand kept its rhythmic circling motions on your back, and you realized there was a good chance for you both to drift into a blissfully undisturbed slumber like this, which would make waking up in each other's arms so much easier than the alternative.

"I... You're..." But as soon as you wanted to tell him, to say it out loud, words eluded you. Every sound, every combination of syllables suddenly seemed wrong, sounded stupid, like a horrendous mistake. Your heartbeat quickened and you felt a lump in your throat, your feeble courage battling with your cowardice as the idea of giving this whole idea up, putting those dangerous feelings aside and trying to suppress and pretend they never existed for the sake of preserving your one true friendship, fought back with everything it could muster.

It was such a terrifying leap. And wouldn't it be selfish? To burden him with your feelings, to most likely ruin the bond you had with him right now, which made both your lives better with a companionship so rare. Such an utterly idiotic, thoughtless move.

"Darling..."

You could feel a finger push your chin up and his lips were suddenly a hair's breadth from your own, his nose brushing yours and his warm breath ghosted over your skin. How easy would it be to close the gap now, fill that tiny remainder of space with your mouth and he would finally know what you were about to say. The mere thought made your stomach tingle and your breath tremble, you were aching for any form of confirmation that it would be okay, okay to have feelings for him. You'd accept anything he'd give you, even if it wasn't everything you yearned for - you'd take anything he was ready to offer.

"... isn't your principle that actions speak louder than words?"

A blink in the darkness. A gasp into the silence. And then he was finally closing the space between your faces.

Lips - soft and pliable, moving against yours. Tender, soft, firm pressure. A kiss that said everything words would never manage to convey. Your fingers clawed into the silky fabric of his shirt, your nose pressed against his jaw, tears brimming and stinging behind your eyes as you sighed deeply, relief crashing over you and bliss taking hold. It could've lasted for eternity and still would've ended too soon as he gently pulled away, leaving one more short, lingering touch to the corner of your lips.

"Now let's rest. We shall continue this discussion in the morning." he murmured tiredly as his hand resumed its massaging, this time brushing underneath the hem of your shirt as he settled back into his initial embrace. You laid in his arms for minutes with your heart still racing, but now you could hear and feel his too, drumming in his chest. Two rhythms, beating in wonderful, chaotic harmony.

"Sweet dreams." you managed to whisper, sleepily and content as his breathing flattened, his static quieted and his hands came to rest unmoving at the curve of your back.

And with a long, final sigh, the Radio Demon drifted into deep, calm, undisturbed sleep.

[coastalcowgirl35]

I read alllll your tyler work today 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Can I suggest like a jealousy one. Like, they are in a established relationship and They are in a bar after chasing a storm to wind down and one of them gets hit on and the other doesn't like it 🫠✨️

Note: Thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry it took so long, I can't focus on anything for more than three minutes at a time. I hope you like it!

Adrenaline is pumping through your veins as the tornado slams directly into the truck. A thick cloud of dirt and bits of trees, fences, and who knows what else swirls angrily, surrounding the car and obscuring your view to the outside world.

"Yeah baby!" Whoops your boyfriend in the seat next to you. He is the Tyler Owens, Tornado Wrangler extraordinaire and the love of your life. You've been dating for two years now and are currently on a chase together with no livestream and no team, just two adrenaline junkies who are madly in love.

You scream in excitement and fear as the truck beings to shake back and forth, throwing you both against your harnesses. Today's chase was wild, the truck very narrowly avoided getting hit with a giant tree trunk and nearly hydroplaned off the road. These wild circumstances that you face everyday are made more nerve-racking by the deafening country music that Tyler insists on blaring through the speakers at top volume, though to be fair you only pretend to hate it.

The storm rattles the truck harder and harder as you grip onto your harness. Tyler shouts something next to you but between his music and the roar of the wind you can't make it out. The two of you ride the storm, shaking and rocking in unison with the truck. Before you can see it start to pass you can feel it, the rocking slows and the roar of the wind begins to fade. Finally the dust clears revealing the torn up landscape. You turn to look at Tyler, the both of you grinning wild before simultaneously jumping out of the truck.

You pull the camera from around your neck up to your eye and begin snapping pictures of the receding tornado. Tyler comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, resting his hands on your sides.

"What'd you think sweetheart?" He asks, his voice still buzzing with excitement

"Fucking spectacular" You say with a laugh, turning around to face him. He looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye before kissing you deeply and passionately. Your heart is still thumping against your ribs and the way he's taking your breath away is doing nothing to help. He traces your bottom lip gently with his tongue and you open your mouth slightly, instantly causing the kiss to become ten times more intense. His lips feel like heaven on yours and you don't break away for air until you absolutely need to. When you finally pull back both of you are panting heavily, his hands are resting possessively on your hips and you're staring directly into his mesmerizing eyes.

"Hey" you whisper breathlessly.

"Hey yourself." His says with a grin. You giggle and press another kiss to his lips but pull away before you get lost in the sensation again.

"What's next cowboy?" You ask, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

"I wanna take my girl out for a drink to relax, how's that sound?"

"Sounds perfect."

By the time you reach the bar the sun is just starting to set and it looks pretty crowded inside. Tyler puts an arm around your waist as you walk in. The two of you wind your way through the crowd to get up to the bar and order your drinks before finding a table to sit at. You drink in a comfortable silence, letting the alcohol soothe your adrenaline filled body. When you look up from your drink you see Tyler grinning at you.

"What?" You ask, bewildered.

"You just look so darn cute right now doll." He stands suddenly and picks up both of our empty cups. "Want another?" You nod excitedly which causes him to laugh again. He kisses the top of your head before sauntering off towards the bar.

Not thirty seconds later someone walks up and takes a seat next to you. It's a bearded man with dark eyes, who is very clearly drunk and reeks of cigarettes. He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table.

"Hey beautiful, you want me to buy you a drink?" He slurs.

"No, I'm here with my boyfriend." You say tentatively, not wanting to make him mad. You shift uncomfortably in your seat and start to awkwardly stand up. He suddenly and violently grabs your wrist.

"Come on, no need to be like that. Lemme buy you-" He's cut off by a harsh, loud voice from behind you.

"Hey get your hand off my girlfriend, will ya?"

The man drops your wrist lazily and you stumble backwards. Tyler sets the two drinks he retrieved on the table heavily and places a steadying hand on the small of your back as he glares at the still sitting man.

"Aw come on man, just wanted to buy her a drink." The man reiterates. Tyler's jaw tenses and you see him clench his fist angrily.

"It's fine Ty, let's just go." You urge.

"No it's not fine, we were having a nice night. So I'm gonna need you to get up, and leave me and my girlfriend alone." He snarls.

"I don't wanna get up... but maybe I could get your number doll face?" The man boldly asks, winking at you.

"Yeah that's not gonna fucking happen." Tyler's voice is rising to a near shout now.

"Maybe she should pick that for herself? Or can the bitch not do anything without you telling her how?"

At that Tyler's hand disappears from your back and he's suddenly up in the man's face.

"Keep disrespecting my girlfriend and see what happens." He practically spits out. You grab at Tyler's arm and attempt to pull him away.

"Ty please. He's drunk."

He looks down at you and the earnestness in your eyes causes him to soften slightly.

"You're right, this piece of shit isn't worth our time." He says with one more sharp glare at the man. Tyler wraps his arm firmly around your waist and you lean closer to him.

"Can we just go home?"

He nods and begins to lead you towards the door. His entire body is tensed and he doesn't take his eyes off of the man until you're safely out of the building.

"Are you okay darlin'?" He asks, his soft and loving demeanor returning once you're in the truck.

"Yeah I am." He nods but you can tell he's still upset by the way that his jaw is clenched and his hands grip the steering wheel. You gently reach out and place your hand on his forearm, slowly moving it up to his wrist until he lets that hand off of the wheel and you take it in your hand. "Are you okay though?" He sighs at your question.

"I just don't like seeing you get treated like that. No one gets to do that to my girl. I should've beat the shit out of him." His words are sharp but he doesn't tighten his grip on your hand, instead he gently rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

"Well I'm glad you didn't." You state and he grimaces. "Listen I know you're pissed but please don't let that dick ruin our night. Let's just go home, change, and watch a fucking movie, okay?"

"Okay." He says, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing it gently.

An hour later your curled up on the couch next to Tyler. His arm is over your shoulders and your knees are in his lap.

"Hey Ty?"

"Yeah baby?" He looks down at you and a surge of boldness over takes you. You kiss his neck sweetly smirking when he sucks in a sudden breath at the sensation then pulling back and looking him in the eyes.

"Since the drinks didn't really work out." You kiss him again and feel him physically shiver. "I have another idea to take the edge off."

"Is that right?" His asks huskily.

"Please Ty?" you practically whimper.

"Anything for you darling"

The movie becomes long forgotten.

[godsfavdarling]

between the pages

my masterlist

pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

words: 1.1k

summary: You go to a bookstore to meet your favorite author, but you end up meeting someone else as well...

warnings: none? anxious reader? i imagine early seasons Spencer

The heat of the July day is stifling, even as the rain pours down, creating a steamy haze that envelops the city. You dash into the cozy little bookstore, shaking off the rain from your umbrella before folding it and tucking it under your arm. The familiar scent of old paper and ink welcomes you, providing a comforting contrast to the oppressive weather outside.

You’ve been looking forward to this day for weeks, ever since you found out that your favorite author was going to be in town for a Q&A session. You clutch your well-worn copy of their latest novel to your chest, anticipation and nervousness bubbling up inside you. The small crowd inside the bookstore buzzes with excitement.

Finding a spot in the back, you scan the room. Shelves crammed with books stretch from floor to ceiling, creating narrow, winding aisles that invite you to explore. The wooden floor creaks underfoot, adding to the old-world charm. Soft, golden light filters through the large front windows, reflecting off the rain-soaked streets outside and casting a warm glow over the room.

Looking around, waiting, you notice a tall man standing by the shelf at the very back of the crowd to your left. He's holding a book, his fingers gliding over the pages from top to bottom. He quickly turns each page, repeating the process every few seconds.

What is he doing? Searching for a specific part, just skimming the text? You can't look away. 

Suddenly, he looks up and locks eyes with you, furrowing his brows beneath his glasses. Your eyes widen, and you quickly look away, your heart pounding.

You do everything not to look at him again, but you can't help yourself. You steal glances from the corner of your eye. He's reading. His slightly too-long brown hair is tucked behind his ears, and his nose scrunches as he the next page.

Before you can study the mysterious man again  The author arrives, and the atmosphere shifts.

You watch as he takes his place at the front of the room, his demeanor exuding a certain aloofness that you hadn’t anticipated. People begin to settle into their seats, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves.

As the Q&A begins, you keep looking at the cute guy, catching his eye once or twice. Each time, he looks back puzzled more than annoyed but you regret looking every time, and you feel a flutter in your chest. 

The author answers questions from the audience, his responses often curt and dismissive. You can sense the disappointment among the crowd, but you have planned to be brave and to ask him for weeks now.

You can’t back down. Your questions are too good to be left unanswered. You keep telling yourself to just do it. Just ask. It’s just a question. You will be proud of yourself. You know it.

You muster up the courage to raise your hand, your heart racing as you wait to be called on.

Finally, the author nods in your direction, and you stand up, your voice trembling slightly.

"Hi! First of all thank you for coming to D.C. This is incredible. I love all of your books so much! So um... In your book, there's a recurring theme of redemption. I was wondering what inspired you to explore this theme so deeply?"

The author sighs, barely looking at you. "It's a common theme in literature. Nothing particularly inspired me. Next question."

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you quickly sit back down, the words dying in your throat. You knew it was a bad idea. You should’ve given up asking the second he turned out to be rude. Tears well up in your eyes. Your jaw tightens, and you try to blink back the tears.

"Excuse me," someone says in a soft, measured tone, each word articulated with careful precision.

"I think it's incredibly rude to treat your readers like that," the man on your left speaks up, the same one who had been quietly skimming the pages of his book earlier, his voice gaining strength with each syllable. "These people admire your work and deserve respect. You're here because of them."

The author narrows his eyes, clearly irritated by this interruption. "Who do you think you are, telling me how to behave? I owe nothing to anyone here."

His stands his ground, his voice unwavering. "You owe everything to your readers. Without them, your words would mean nothing. It's disgraceful that you can't even show basic courtesy."

The author scoffs, a condescending smile playing on his lips. "Courtesy is for the weak-minded. I write for those who understand my vision, not for the masses who can't appreciate true art."

The man's jaw clenches, his frustration palpable. "Your arrogance is astounding. You may write for yourself, but your success depends on those you so callously dismiss. Remember that."

The room falls silent, tension thick in the air. The man stares down the author, unflinching in his resolve. After a moment that feels like an eternity, the author looks away, breaking eye contact.

"You have no idea what it takes to create something worthwhile. Next question." the author mutters, his voice tinged with begrudging respect.

The audience falls into a stunned silence, the tension thick in the air.

You find yourself staring at the man with a mix of disbelief and admiration. He had not only stood up to the author's arrogance but had done so eloquently and fearlessly.

It's as if he had articulated the thoughts you couldn't quite put into words yourself.

He looks at you and smiles softly, a reassuring glint in his eyes. You smile and nod softly at him, mouthing silently, "Thank you." 

As the event draws to a close, you feel a mix of relief and exhaustion. The tension of the earlier confrontation still lingers in the air, but you decide it's enough courage for one day.

You watch as others approach the author for autographs and photos, but you quietly gather your things, choosing not to join the crowd.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, suddenly appearing next to you. It's him. His presence is steady and comforting. He's a young guy, around your age, probably a college student (math or physics, for sure. He looks like a nerd) with a kind face. His hair is neatly combed, and his eyes, a shade of brown, convey genuine concern.

You nod, trying to muster a smile. "Thank you for standing up for me."

He smiles back, a warm, genuine smile that makes your heart flutter. "I'm Spencer," he introduces himself.

"Nice to meet you, Spencer," you reply.