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reidmarieprentiss · 7 days ago

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Lost in Translation: Part Four

Summary: You and Spencer talk again, and again, and again...

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: insecurities, discussions of past issues, mildly suggestive content, they kiss y'all!!!

Word count: 6k

a/n: i think next part will have smut........

main masterlist prologue part one part two part three

Spencer let out a deep sigh, leaning back into the couch as his frustration bubbled over. “I tried, Derek. I really tried. It was going so well, but then I had to open my big mouth and ask her to try again.”

Derek gave him a look full of pity, his brow furrowed as he shook his head slightly. “Reid…”

“I know, man. I messed up—again,” Spencer interrupted, running a hand through his hair with more aggression than necessary. “But it just felt so… right, being with her again. I thought she felt it too.”

“Listen, kid,” Derek said, clapping a firm hand on Spencer’s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe she did feel it, but that doesn’t mean she’s ready to jump into anything right this second. How many times do I have to tell you to have patience? I feel like a damn broken record over here.” Derek chuckled, shaking his head.

Spencer let out a light laugh in return, his shoulders relaxing slightly under Derek’s grip. “You’re right. You’re always right, aren’t you?”

Derek’s eyes lit up with mock surprise as he straightened up, placing his hand over his chest. “What? Dr. Reid saying I’m right? Can I get that in writing?” He reached into his pocket dramatically and pulled out his phone, holding it up. “Actually, here—just say that one more time for me. I’ll record it for posterity.”

Spencer grinned despite himself, rolling his eyes and pushing Derek’s phone away with a playful shove. “Don’t push your luck.”

Derek smirked, dropping the phone back into his pocket. “Hey, I’m just saying—it’s not every day you admit I’m right. Gotta savor it.”

Spencer shook his head, a small smile still lingering on his face as the tension in his chest began to ease. For a moment, he felt like he could breathe again, even if the ache in his heart for you still lingered.

“What are you two hooligans getting up to over here?” JJ asked with a grin as she walked into the bullpen, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

“Spencer just said I’m ‘always right,’” Derek announced proudly, puffing out his chest like he’d just won an award.

JJ froze mid-sip, her eyes wide with exaggerated disbelief. “No way!” she exclaimed, her tone dripping with mock shock as she quickly set her coffee down and made a beeline for Spencer.

Before Spencer could react, JJ placed a dramatic hand on his forehead, tilting her head as if checking for a fever. “Are you feeling okay, genius? Should I call the medics?”

“Stop it!” Spencer laughed, batting her hand away while glaring at Derek, who was practically doubled over with laughter. “Ha ha, very funny.”

JJ stepped back, grinning mischievously. “I mean, I just needed to make sure. You admitting someone else is right—let alone Derek—is like a once-in-a-lifetime event.”

“Exactly!” Derek chimed in, still chuckling as he crossed his arms smugly. “It’s like the universe is finally aligning.”

Spencer sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered, “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Not a chance,” JJ teased, nudging him playfully. “But seriously, what brought on this historic moment? Did Derek hypnotize you or something?”

Spencer shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. “He just… gave me some advice. And, for once, it wasn’t completely terrible.”

“For once?” Derek scoffed, his tone mock-offended as he placed a hand over his heart. “Boy, I’m out here changing your life, and this is the thanks I get?”

JJ laughed, leaning against the desk. “Careful, Spencer. If Derek keeps this up, he might start charging you for all this wisdom.”

Spencer rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Noted. I’ll be sure to consult my budget for his ‘life coaching’ fees.”

JJ and Derek shared a laugh, their banter lightening the mood as Spencer allowed himself to feel a little less burdened, if only for a moment.

—

After leaving the coffee shop, your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You couldn’t stop replaying the moment Spencer had asked if you could try again. His eyes, so full of hope and longing, lingered in your thoughts like an unresolved melody. Part of you wanted to say yes, to leap into his arms and believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time. But the rational part of you—the one that had been hurt and left behind before—refused to let you dive in headfirst without caution.

You found yourself texting Austin as you paced your living room, your thoughts too jumbled to keep to yourself.

Hey, you free to chat?

It wasn’t long before your phone buzzed with their reply.

Always. Call me in 5.

True to their word, Austin answered the call, their cheerful tone a comforting balm to your frazzled nerves. “Alright, spill. What’s got you all worked up?”

You sighed, sinking into your couch as you tucked your legs beneath you. “It’s Spencer. We had coffee last weekend, and it was... great, actually. We laughed, we talked. But then, of course, he asked if we could ‘try again.’” The words spilled out in a rush, your voice tinged with exasperation and something you didn’t want to name—hope.

“Oh boy,” Austin said knowingly. “What did you say?”

“I told him no. Or, well, I said I didn’t know, but basically no. I just—it’s too soon. We’ve barely started being friends again, and I don’t even know if I trust him like that yet.”

“Fair,” Austin said, their tone thoughtful. “But... how did it feel? Him asking, I mean.”

You hesitated, biting your lip as you searched for the right words. “It felt... complicated. Part of me wanted to say yes, but the other part of me—ugh, I don’t know. It’s just too much, too fast. I need time to figure out what I even want.”

“Sounds like you’re in self-protection mode,” Austin observed. “Which, honestly, is fair given the history. But let me ask you this—do you want to give him another chance? Not now, necessarily, but eventually?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. “I don’t know,” you admitted softly. “I think... I think I might. But only if he can prove he’s really changed. I can’t go through that kind of heartbreak again.”

“Totally valid,” Austin said, their voice full of understanding. “You don’t owe him anything right now. Take your time, figure out what you need to heal and what you want moving forward. And if he’s serious about making things right, he’ll wait.”

You nodded, even though they couldn’t see you, their words settling into the cracks of your fractured confidence. “Thanks, Austin.”

“Of course, babe,” they replied warmly. “Now, let’s distract you for a bit. Have you seen that absolutely heinous lamp I found at the thrift store? Hold on, I’ll send you a picture…”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, and for a while, you let yourself laugh and breathe. But as the call ended and you were left alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future held—for you, for Spencer, and for the feelings you weren’t quite sure you were ready to face yet.

If you’re serious about me, about us, prove it.

—

If you’re serious about me, about us, prove it.

Spencer spent the next 24 hours meticulously planning. He wanted everything to be perfect—not just to impress you, but to show you how serious he was about making things right. His mind raced as he pieced together every detail, ensuring the date would reflect the effort and thought you deserved. By the time he hit "send" on his message with the time and location, his heart was pounding, but he felt a flicker of hope.

When the text pinged on your phone, your stomach dropped.

7 PM. Meet me at the library on Street. I'll see you there.

You stared at the screen, anxiety coursing through you. Was this a mistake? Could you really trust him again? The nerves were relentless, but you knew if you didn’t at least try, you’d always wonder what might have been.

So, after pacing your apartment for far too long and going through several outfit changes, you pulled yourself together, took a deep breath, and headed out the door.

—

When you arrived at the library, the sun was just beginning to set, casting long shadows across the cobblestone pathway leading to the entrance. The building stood tall and majestic, its arched windows glowing warmly from the lights within. You hesitated on the steps, your heart pounding. This was more than just a date; this was a test of trust, a chance to see if Spencer truly meant what he said.

You spotted him immediately as you stepped inside, standing by a row of bookshelves with his back to you. He was dressed in his signature blazer and sweater combo, his hair slightly messy as though he’d run his hands through it one too many times. A soft smile tugged at your lips despite yourself—he hadn’t changed much, yet there was something different in his posture, a quiet determination that hadn’t been there before.

“Hi,” you greeted softly, your voice cutting through the hushed ambiance of the library.

Spencer turned, and for a brief moment, his expression was unreadable, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were there. Then his face broke into a warm smile, his relief evident.

“You came,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with gratitude.

“I almost didn’t,” you admitted, stepping closer. “But… curiosity got the better of me.”

He chuckled nervously, gesturing toward a small table tucked away in a cozy corner. “I thought we could sit and talk here. It’s quiet, and, well… it seemed like the right place.”

You followed him to the table, noticing the small details he’d prepared: two cups of tea steaming gently, a plate of cookies, and a single red rose in a narrow vase. It was simple, but it was undeniably Spencer—thoughtful, understated, and sincere.

As you sat down, Spencer cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting slightly as he worked to steady himself. His gaze flickered to yours, vulnerable but hopeful. “I know there’s no more textbooks or lesson plans…” he began softly, his voice carrying a nostalgic warmth, “…but I was hoping we could try to rekindle where we started.”

Your breath caught, his words hitting you harder than you’d anticipated. He wasn’t just referencing the past; he was inviting you to rediscover the foundation of what once brought you together. The shared laughter over obscure facts, the countless nights studying side by side, the unspoken connection you’d both felt but never fully acknowledged back then.

You were so touched that for a moment, you couldn’t find the words to respond. Your throat tightened as you blinked back the sudden sting of emotion. He had this way of saying exactly what you needed to hear without even realizing it.

“You mean… back to when I was too scared to borrow a pen from you because I thought you’d think I was incompetent?” you teased lightly, hoping to diffuse the weight of the moment just enough to steady yourself.

Spencer smiled shyly, his lips curving in that familiar way that always softened your heart. “Well, if we’re being honest, I was just as scared of you. I thought you’d figure out how socially inept I was and decide I wasn’t worth the effort.”

You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping as you leaned forward slightly. “Spencer, you were the first person who made me feel like I wasn’t alone. Like I had someone who understood me. I never would’ve walked away from that, then or now.”

His gaze held yours, a flicker of something deep and unspoken passing between you. “I feel the same way,” he said, his voice quieter now. “That’s why I couldn’t let go—not then, and not now.”

You felt your heart stir, the walls you’d carefully built beginning to crack under the weight of his words. Still, you reminded yourself to tread carefully.

“I think,” you said softly, your voice steady but tentative, “that we can try. We can take small steps, see where it takes us. But Spencer, if we’re going to do this, I need to know that it’s different this time.”

“It will be,” he promised, his tone resolute yet gentle. “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that to you.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a spark of cautious optimism. Maybe this was the beginning of something new—something built on the ashes of what once was, but stronger this time.

Spencer chuckled as he stirred his tea. “Do you remember that time we stayed up all night trying to understand quantum entanglement for fun? And by ‘we,’ I mean you made me explain it while you pretended to care.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Oh, please. I was deeply invested—right up until the part where you used an equation to explain how two particles could communicate faster than the speed of light. Then I was just trying not to fall asleep.”

Spencer smirked, leaning back slightly. “Well, it only took you, what, three cups of coffee to start comparing quantum physics to a long-distance relationship?”

You covered your face with your hands, groaning dramatically. “Don’t remind me! I’m pretty sure I tried to convince you that the particles were ‘soulmates,’ and you looked at me like I had three heads.”

“I didn’t look at you like that,” Spencer protested, though his grin gave him away. “Okay, maybe a little. But to be fair, your analogy wasn’t that bad. Misguided, but not bad.”

“You mean, not scientifically sound,” you teased, nudging his arm lightly.

“Exactly,” he said, his voice warm. “But it was endearing.”

The word "endearing" hung in the air for a moment, softening the space between you both.

As the conversation continued to flow, Spencer found himself more relaxed, his shoulders no longer as tense as they were when you first arrived. He tilted his head, watching you laugh at one of his stories. “You know, I always admired how easily you could talk to people. Even back then, you just… lit up a room.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, his compliment catching you off guard. “Spencer Reid, was that a flirtatious compliment? Because it kind of sounds like one.”

He blinked, momentarily caught. “Uh… well, I suppose it could be interpreted that way. Was it… bad?”

You grinned, leaning in slightly. “No, it wasn’t bad. I just didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Oh, I definitely have it in me,” he said, surprising you with his quick response. His eyes sparkled with a confidence you weren’t quite used to seeing in him.

Your smile widened. “Alright, Dr. Reid, prove it.”

Spencer’s lips twitched as he leaned forward ever so slightly. “Well, for starters, I already remembered your tea preference. And I’m fairly certain I remember the exact way you used to look at me when you were trying to figure out how to ask me something without sounding like you didn’t know the answer.”

Your breath hitched, his unexpected boldness leaving you momentarily speechless. “Oh?” you managed, tilting your head playfully. “And how exactly did I look at you?”

His voice softened, but his gaze didn’t waver. “Like I was the only person in the room who could give you what you needed.”

That stopped you cold, your teasing grin slipping into something more vulnerable. You couldn’t help but let the warmth of his words wash over you, though you quickly rallied, determined not to let him win so easily.

“Well,” you said, your voice dropping just a fraction, “what if I told you I’m still looking at you like that?”

Spencer’s breath caught, and for a moment, he was entirely still, his confidence melting into stunned awe. “I’d say…” He cleared his throat, clearly working to keep his composure. “I’d say you just took my breath away.”

You bit your lip, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Good. That’s only fair, considering you’ve been doing that to me since I got here.”

Spencer let out a breathless laugh, his cheeks flushing a deep pink. “Uh, well–hmm.”

“Cat got your tongue, doctor?” you teased with a grin, leaning back in your chair as you sipped your coffee.

That seemed to snap him out of his flustered daze, his brows furrowing in that familiar, overthinking way you remembered so well. “You know,” he started, tilting his head slightly, “I’ve always hated that phrase. It doesn’t make any logical sense. Cats don’t take people’s tongues. There’s no historical precedent for it, no documented cases where someone lost the ability to speak due to a feline intervention.”

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing, nearly spilling your coffee in the process. “Oh my god, Spencer! It’s just a figure of speech!”

“I know,” he continued, undeterred, clearly warming up to his own tangent. “But it’s such an absurd one. Where did it even come from? Why a cat? Why not something more plausible, like—like a dog grabbing someone’s shoe or a bird stealing someone’s sandwich?”

“A bird stealing a sandwich isn’t the same as losing your words!” you argued, still laughing. “You’re overthinking it!”

“I’m not overthinking it,” Spencer replied earnestly, though the hint of a smile betrayed his enjoyment of your reaction. “I just think if we’re going to use metaphors, they should at least have some basis in reality. Cats are more likely to steal food or hide in cardboard boxes than… well, than abscond with someone’s ability to speak.”

By this point, your laughter was uncontrollable. “Spencer! You’re ridiculous!”

He smiled fully then, his confidence peeking through again as he leaned forward slightly. “Ridiculous? Or charming?” he asked, his tone teasing but his gaze warm and intent.

You shook your head, still catching your breath. “Okay, fine. Charming. But seriously, only you could turn a harmless phrase into a dissertation-worthy debate.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, his grin widening.

“It was,” you admitted softly, and for a moment, the air between you shifted, the playful banter giving way to something more tender. Spencer’s eyes softened, his gaze lingering on you in a way that made your heart skip.

“Good,” he said quietly, his voice low but sure. “Because I don’t want to be anything less than that to you.”

Your laughter faded as the weight of his words sank in, leaving you momentarily speechless. And, ironically, you thought to yourself, maybe the cat really did have your tongue this time.

The dim glow of the library's remaining lights cast long shadows on the floor as you and Spencer slowly made your way to the exit. Neither of you wanted the night to end, but the steady flick of lights turning off above you left no choice. You carried the remnants of your evening—books, notes, and tea cups—in a comfortable silence, the atmosphere thick with unspoken thoughts.

When you reached the door, you turned to him, your voice soft but sincere. “Thank you, Spencer.”

He stopped in his tracks, his honey-brown eyes locking onto yours. “Thank you for coming,” he replied, his voice low and warm, almost reverent.

You hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten until his hand gently rose, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your forehead. The tenderness of the gesture sent your heart into overdrive. Spencer was standing so close now, his gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips with a longing so palpable it made your breath hitch.

For a moment, it felt like time froze. You couldn’t look away from him, the vulnerability in his expression unraveling something deep inside you. It was the way he looked at you—like you hung the stars and the moon—that left you utterly speechless. And as he began to lean in, his intent clear, your heart pounded in your chest.

But instinct kicked in, and at the last second, you turned your cheek.

His lips landed softly on your cheek instead of your lips, and the subtle sound of the unintended kiss echoed louder in his head than it had any right to. His stomach twisted, shrinking into a knot of regret and self-recrimination.

Oh no, he thought. I moved too fast again.

Spencer froze, his hand lingering awkwardly in the space between you as he pulled back. His face flushed a deep crimson as he searched your expression for any sign of reassurance, an explanation, anything that might ease the growing panic. “I—I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice breaking slightly. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Spencer, it’s okay,” you interrupted softly, stepping back to create a little space. “It’s not that I didn’t want to—” You paused, trying to gather your words carefully, feeling your own wave of guilt for how you’d reacted. “I just… I’m not ready yet.”

His shoulders sagged slightly in relief, though his disappointment was still evident. “No, you’re right,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have— I wasn’t trying to push you. I’m sorry, really.”

You gave him a small, understanding smile, placing a hand lightly on his arm. “Spencer, tonight was wonderful. And I’m not saying never. I just need time.”

He nodded, trying to mask the sting with a faint smile of his own. “Of course. I understand. I’m just glad you came.”

“I’m glad I came too,” you said softly, squeezing his arm before letting your hand drop. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. But in his heart, he was already replaying the moment over and over, wondering if he’d ever have the chance to try again—this time without messing it up.

—

You and Spencer had shared a few more dates over the following weeks. He’d been nothing but patient, and you finally allowed him the smallest kiss one evening, a tentative brush of lips that sent your heart racing.

But despite that, you couldn’t shake the fear gnawing at the edges of your mind. Taking things further felt like crossing a bridge you weren’t sure would hold. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. God, you wanted him—more than anything. But the shadow of your past loomed too large, and the fear of being hurt again kept you from diving in completely.

Spencer noticed your hesitations, however. He hadn’t pushed, respecting your pace as he always had, but he couldn’t help the creeping doubt that began to settle in his mind. Finally, after yet another evening where your touches lingered but never went further, he decided he needed to ask.

“Y/N…” he began cautiously, his voice soft but weighted with something you couldn’t quite place.

You looked up from where you were kneading pizza dough at your counter, flour dusting your fingers. “Yeah?” you asked, a touch of curiosity in your tone as you met his gaze.

He set the bowl of cheese down on the counter, stepping closer until he was leaning beside you. His eyes searched yours, filled with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen in a long time. “Are you…” He hesitated, swallowing hard before continuing, “Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

The question made you freeze, your hands stilling mid-motion. “What?” you said, your voice tinged with disbelief as you turned to face him fully. “Why would you ask that?”

Spencer hesitated, his hands fidgeting with the edge of the counter as he searched for the right words. His eyes darted away for a moment before meeting yours again, their vulnerability cutting through the playful ease that had been building between you. “I just… I don’t want to assume, but things have been, uh… slower than I expected.” He paused, then added softly, “And I don’t want to push you if you’re not feeling the same way I am.”

You blinked at him, shocked by his admission. “Spencer, of course I’m attracted to you,” you said, your voice laced with both surprise and urgency. “Why would you even think otherwise?”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, but his brows remained furrowed. “I don’t know,” he admitted with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I overanalyze everything. You’re just—well, you’re so hard to read sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You sighed, guilt creeping in as you set the dough aside and wiped your hands on a towel. Turning to face him fully, you leaned against the counter. “It’s not about you,” you confessed, your voice soft but firm. “It’s me. I’m scared, Spencer.”

“Scared?” he echoed, stepping closer, his worry etched across his features. “Of what?”

You hesitated, the words sticking in your throat. But when you looked into his eyes, so full of understanding and patience, you felt your resolve strengthen. “I’m scared of what happens if we try again and it doesn’t work,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ve already been through the heartbreak once. I don’t know if I could survive it a second time.”

Spencer’s expression softened, and he reached out, his hand resting gently on yours. “Y/N,” he began, his voice steady and calm. “I can’t promise that things will be perfect. I know I’ve made mistakes—big ones—and I can’t erase those. But I’ve learned from them. And I know one thing for sure: I never stopped caring about you. I never stopped wanting to be better for you.”

You swallowed hard, your heart thudding in your chest as his words settled over you like a warm blanket. “I want to believe that,” you said quietly. “I really do.”

“Then let me show you,” Spencer said earnestly, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere this time. I’ll wait as long as you need. But please don’t think for a second that I don’t want you, because I do. More than anything.”

Your lips parted, trembling as you took in the sincerity in his eyes. His vulnerability was so raw, so honest, it almost undid you. But there was something you’d held onto for too long, something you needed him to know. It sat heavy on your chest, and if you didn’t say it now, you knew you never would.

“But Spencer, there’s more—” you began, your voice shaky yet resolute.

“Y/N, it’s okay,” he interrupted gently, his hand still resting over yours. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“No, Spencer, I need to tell you—” you pressed, your voice firming as you tried again.

“Don’t worry, I underst—” he started again, his soothing tone cutting you off before you could finish.

“I was a virgin!” The words burst out of you like a dam breaking, your voice slightly louder than intended.

Spencer’s face fell, his eyes widening in shock. “What?” he whispered, his tone disbelieving.

“You took my virginity that day,” you confessed, your gaze dropping to the floor as your cheeks burned with a mixture of shame and relief at finally letting the truth out. “I never told you because I didn’t think it mattered, but it did. It mattered a lot to me.”

The silence between you was deafening. Spencer’s mind raced as he tried to process what you’d just said. His eyes softened as he realized the gravity of your words, the weight of what that moment had meant to you.

“Y/N,” he finally said, his voice breaking slightly as he took a small step closer to you. “I had no idea. You… you should have told me.”

“I wanted to,” you said, meeting his gaze at last, tears brimming in your eyes. “But I didn’t know how. And then you left, and it just felt… too late. Like it didn’t matter anymore.”

Spencer’s hand twitched, like he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure if he should. “It mattered,” he said, his voice thick with regret. “It matters so much, Y/N. I—I don’t even know what to say. I hurt you so deeply, and I didn’t even know the full extent of it.”

You nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek. “It’s not just about the virginity, Spencer. It’s about trust. You were the first person I gave all of myself to, and when you left… I felt like I had made the biggest mistake of my life.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking as he finally closed the space between you. His hands hovered uncertainly at your sides before settling gently on your arms. “I can’t take back what I did, but I swear, Y/N, if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

You let out a shaky breath, your emotions swirling in a chaotic storm. “Spencer, I don’t need you to fix the past. I just… I need to know that if we move forward, you won’t run again. That you won’t leave me again.”

“I won’t,” he said firmly, his gaze locking with yours, his hands gripping your arms just a little tighter. “I swear to you, Y/N, I will never leave you again. Not ever.”

For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to believe him. And it terrified you. But as he looked at you, his eyes filled with nothing but honesty and love, a small part of you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could trust him again.

“You can start proving yourself now,” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with a challenge that sent a shiver down Spencer’s spine.

His pulse spiked instantly, a heady mixture of arousal and excitement coursing through him. His hands, still lightly resting on your arms, tightened their grip just slightly as he leaned in closer. “Oh yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, barely concealing the thrill your words sent through him.

“Mhm,” you nodded, the smallest of smiles tugging at your lips as you tilted your head, your noses brushing together in the faintest, most intimate touch. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, and you couldn’t deny the way your body reacted to his proximity—the magnetic pull, the undeniable yearning.

Spencer’s eyes darted between yours and your lips, his restraint hanging by a thread. “And how exactly do I prove myself?” he asked, his voice a hushed whisper, his forehead leaning against yours.

You let out a breathy laugh, your hands sliding up his chest slowly, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath your fingertips. “I think you’ll figure it out,” you teased, your lips brushing his just enough to make him lose his breath.

He groaned softly, his hands sliding down your arms to your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer. “You’re not playing fair,” he whispered, his lips hovering over yours, the anticipation thick enough to steal the air between you.

“Neither are you,” you murmured, your voice trembling slightly, your words edged with a mix of playfulness and vulnerability.

That was all the permission Spencer needed. He closed the final inch of space, capturing your lips in a kiss that was equal parts tender and desperate, a culmination of years of longing and regret. His hands gripped your waist with newfound confidence as he poured every unspoken apology, every ounce of devotion, into the kiss.

Your arms wound around his neck as you melted into him, your body pressing against his as if trying to close the gap that had existed between you for far too long. The kiss deepened, becoming slower, more deliberate, as though the two of you were savoring every second, every sensation.

When you finally pulled back, your breaths mingling, Spencer rested his forehead against yours again, his eyes half-lidded and filled with a warmth that made your knees weak. “Was that a good start?” he asked softly, his lips quirking into a small, hopeful smile.

You laughed lightly, your fingers still playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “It’s a start,” you replied, your own smile tugging at your lips. “But don’t think you’re off the hook just yet.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Spencer whispered, his voice filled with a promise that made your heart flutter.

After that electrifying kiss, things between you and Spencer shifted. The tension that had been lingering, unspoken and unresolved, now had an outlet. But with it came a new layer of complexity—one that neither of you could ignore.

The next day, as you stood in your kitchen sipping on a cup of tea, your phone buzzed with a text from Spencer.

Good morning. I know it’s early, but I couldn’t wait to say how much I enjoyed last night. I hope you’re feeling as good about everything as I am.

You smiled at the screen, your cheeks warming at his earnestness. It was such a Spencer thing to send—so sincere, so thoughtful. But as your fingers hovered over the keys to respond, the familiar knot of fear twisted in your stomach again. You wanted this, wanted him, but the "what ifs" were still a constant hum in the back of your mind.

Good morning. I did too. Thank you for last night—it was perfect.

Perfect feels like a stretch… I spilled water all over the table, remember?

Perfectly imperfect, then.

For the rest of the day, you found yourself smiling every time your phone buzzed with another message from him. The two of you fell into an easy rhythm of exchanging texts, each one brimming with a mix of humor, sweetness, and just the faintest hint of something deeper.

But even with the growing ease, there was still an unspoken question hanging between you. One that Spencer finally decided to ask during your next date.

The following weekend, he invited you over to his apartment for dinner. “I want to cook for you,” he had said, and despite your initial protests about him going to so much trouble, you couldn’t help but be touched by the gesture.

When you arrived, his apartment was warm and inviting, the smell of something delicious wafting through the air. Spencer greeted you at the door with a shy smile, dressed casually in a soft sweater and jeans that somehow made him even more endearing.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, stepping aside to let you in.

“You cooked?” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you took in the neatly set table and the kitchen that looked remarkably tidy for someone who had been preparing a meal.

“I did,” he replied, his smile growing as he led you toward the dining area. “And, for the record, I didn’t burn anything.”

Dinner was lovely—Spencer had gone all out, serving a perfectly cooked pasta dish that had you questioning if he’d secretly taken cooking classes in his spare time. The two of you chatted and laughed, slipping effortlessly into the kind of banter that had once defined your relationship.

But as the evening wound down, Spencer’s demeanor grew more serious. He cleared his throat, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of his napkin.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice soft but steady. “I need to ask… Are we moving forward? Or are we standing still?”

You froze slightly, your fork pausing halfway to your mouth. His question wasn’t unexpected, but it still caught you off guard. You set your fork down and looked at him, taking a moment to collect your thoughts.

“I…” You hesitated, your eyes searching his, feeling the weight of his question. “I think we’re moving…”

“Forward, I hope,” Spencer interjected with an awkward laugh, trying to lighten the tension in the room.

You couldn’t help but quip back, “Technically, anyone is moving forward in time.”

“Y/N,” Spencer said, laughing fully this time, the sound warm and familiar. “You sound like me now. But… I’m being serious.”

You sobered slightly at his words, your playful smile softening into something more tender. “I know you are,” you said quietly. “And I’m trying to be, too. I think we are moving forward, Spencer. Slowly, but… yes, forward.”

Spencer’s eyes brightened with a mixture of relief and hope, and he nodded, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly. “That’s all I could ever ask for,” he said earnestly. “I’ll take slow. I’ll take whatever you’re ready to give, as long as we’re moving together.”

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sailoryooons · 2 years ago

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Request: Alpha Yoongi x omega reader. Werewolves. Smut and fluff. Dom Yoongi and sub reader. Starting with non-sexual dominance like her kneeling at his feet. Then, kind of a fear/primal chase in the woods as foreplay. Smut. And then aftercare with nesting.

❀ Pairing: Alpha Werewolf!Yoongi x Omega werewolf! F. reader

❀ Summary: Your alpha wants to go on a hunt through the woods. Who are you to deny him?

❀ Word Count: 8,727

❀ Genre: A/b/o, werewolves, supernatural, established relationship

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: I have never used the word scent and smells this much in my life please forgive me for I have used it a million times, alpha/omega dynamics, Yoongi chasing through the reader for fun, light predator/prey play, sexually explicit content including unprotected sex (f. receiving), breeding kink, mention of ruts, oral sex (f. receiving) not a lot of foreplay, a ton of being in subspace and hormone drunk, reader is pretty much a pillow princess/borderline free use for Yoongi, a lot of slick and soft dom Yoongi/sub reader, hint at aftercare and nesting

❀ Published: April 11, 2023

❀ A/N: Hi okay so I re-wrote this like three times because every time I did it, I wasn’t getting what I wanted out of filling this request, but I think I finally have something that I am happy with! It went in a little bit of a different place, but I hope that you like it! I am super unused to writing werewolves and a/b/o and I had such a good time dipping my toe in - it’s something I want to write in the future where I have some room to world build and go crazy on word count hehehe. Enjoy!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Trees flash by you as you run, hands pumping at your sides, heart thundering in your chest. A pack of rabbits startle as you run by, bolting into their little dens. The earth is damp beneath your feet, still saturated with morning rain. You almost loose your footing more than once as you spring over a fallen tree, dry-rotted and full of ants.

The pine trees are packed tight, shafts of moonlight painting the forest floor in spotlights of silver as you run. The low-hanging branches catch you on your flight, needles stinging your skin but not drawing blood. Still, you snarl as a branch cracks under your barefoot, sending a sharp pang through your sole.

You don’t stop, moving blindly toward the south of your territory. You don’t look over your shoulder to see where he is - you don’t need to. Even with a small head start, Yoongi is far faster than you are, and you swear the land changes at his command, putting tangled vines where you don’t remember them being, adding a hole to trip you up as you sprint through the trees.

Yoongi isn’t magic, of course. He cannot change the lay of the land any more than you can, but he walks among these trees and hills every night. Plus, you’re frantic in your runaway, your human instincts bluring, somewhere between wolf and person.

Run, little omega, Yoongi had whispered, pupils blown out, scent heady and hypnotizing. You’d only just come through the door to find him standing in the living room on the edge of pre-rut. Run and don’t let me catch you.

Except Yoongi is going to catch you. You can hear the squirrels in the trees chattering angrily at him as he crashes through the woods behind you. He doesn’t have to be quiet - he is the top of the food chain here, he has nothing to fear. And neither do you, really. You’re a predator too, a wolf born and bred in these woods.

There is only a single thing you are prey to and he is laughing manically behind you as he hunts you down.

Movement to your right catches your eye. Yoongi’s trying to cut you off, coming from the west of the woods to intercept you as you scramble south. You snarl and change direction, swerving southeast to put distance between the two of you.

“Ah, come on, omega!” he hollers behind you, voice closer than you expect. You move faster, desperate to outrun him.

This far south of your house is a ravine. You know that if you slide down the side and run east, you’ll end up in Jungkook’s territory. A place your’e definitely not allowed to go, especially right now. You throw caution to the wind anyways, making a line for the ravine, singularly focused on making the slide down.

You never make it, Yoongi slamming into your side and knocking you off your feet. You scream as you go down hard, but not hard enough to do more than jar your bones. Yoongi takes the brunt of your fall; you pressed against his chest, his back hitting the ground hard before he rolls.

Gasping for breath, you claw at him, scraping to move from where he has you pinned. He laughs, catching your hands in one fist and slamming them above your head. His grip and the sound of him snarling your name has you snap to attention, going boneless.

Yoongi is panting heavily against you, filling your space with his scent. Your eyes flutter as your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath. Every inhale has your sense flooding with Yoongi’s scent: pine and sage, edged with something heaver and muskier.

Alpha near rut.

It makes your head spine and for a second, your vision of him goes a little blurry. He lets go of your hands but you don’t move. He knows you won’t, pinned under the heavy weight of him as he straddles your waist, sitting on you.

Blinking the heaviness from your eyes, you look up at him and it feels like the world stops.

Yoongi’s round face is framed by dark, black hair. It’s a little damp with sweat, clinging to his brow bone. His feline eyes are sharp and wild, pupils dilated with the frenzy of the hunt. A single, dark scar mars his right eye. You used to feel a pang of guilt looking at it, a reminder of what being an alpha had cost him.

Now, though, you think of it fondly. You’ve traced it hundreds of times with your fingers, know every smooth and knotted surface of the injury. Yoongi is beautiful with and without it, lips glossy as his tongue darts out to wet them.

“You smell so good,” Yoongi growls, leaning down. You hold your breath as he leans toward your neck, nosing the scent gland there. Stars burst behind your eyes and you shiver underneath him, let out a whimper. He laughs, the sound low and scratchy in your ear. “Could smell you all the way from the house.” Yoong’s hands runs down your hips, skirts your thigh, and slips between your legs. He presses his fingers against your jeans. “Could smell this perfect little cunt for miles.”

A high-pitched whine leaves you as Yoongi presses harder, fingers providing the barest amount of friction. The ache between your legs is growing painful, your stomach twisting in arousal in response to the smell of him, the touch of him. An omega responding to their alpha in pre-rut, nearly on the brink of instrictual frenzy.

Forming coherent thoughts is difficult, especially when you’re mind is in a state that’s more wolf than human. That’s the struggle with werewolves, toeing the line between human and animal. Instinct and choice. Your body does not choose to respond to him on a chemical level, but you don’t mind. It’s Yoongi. Your Yoongi. Your mate.

“I told you not to get caught.”

You huff, irritation stoking you. He mouths at your throat over your gland, making you nearly pass out. “You’re faster than I am.”

“That isn’t true.”

Yoongi distracts you with a wet, hot lick over your mating mark. You let out a loud moan, not even trying to hide it this time. He laughs as you squirm under him, silenced when he growls your name. “Is that true, omega?” He asks, mouthing at your jaw. You can hardly understand his line of questioning as your thoughts and feelings blur. “Am I really faster than you?”

For a few moments, you don’t respond. Everything feels heightened, the sound of Yoongi’s voice buzzing against the corner of your mouth as he brushes his lips across your skin, not kissing you exactly. You’re hyper-aware of the smell of him, threatening to drive you into madness. Feel the way his hips press to against yours.

“Omega.” Yoongi’s voice is final.

“No,” you admit. “You’re not faster than me.”

“So you let me catch you?”

“I thought about it.” Yoongi nose bumps yours. Your eyes flutter shut as his mouth barely touches yours and you speak against his lips, “But then I decided I wanted to win.”

“And you were running to Jungkook’s hmm?” You wince and he hums, knowing he’s right. “Bad omega. Little wolves running into another alphas territory while they’re being hunted isn’t a very good idea, huh?”

“Would you have followed?”

“Of course I would. You’re mine. I would follow you into a fucking fire. Little Jungkookie’s territory is nothing.”

It’s a simple declaration, but you know what it means for an alpha to boldly claim he would enter another wolf’s territory, to break a line of demarcation. You can’t help but smile, leaning your head upward to press a kiss to his lips, hungry and tired of running from him.

Yoongi lets you, though you feel the shape of a smirk through the sweet taste of his mouth, warm against yours. Yoongi sinks his hips heavily against yours and you moan into his mouth, spurring him further. Your hands remain where he left them, outstretched above your head as he licks into you, no longer content to let you kiss him the way you want.

His kisses consume you. He takes your breath away, hand leaving the apex of your thighs to snake up your front, loosely gripping your throat. You feel dizzy. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t do anything but rest his hand at the base of your neck, fingers pressed lightly to the sides of your throat.

It’s comforting, having him smother you like this. You get lost in the wet tangle of his tongue, your skin burning up from the inside out. He rolls his hips into you, but it’s not enough. You need him, a fire sparking to life that burns hotter than you can manage.

A feverish need comes over you. Yoongi senses the shift. His kisses turn to bites, teething gently at your skin as he works you out of your clothes. You still haven’t moved your hands and when he glances at them, he grins.

Your eyes are only for him, shrouded in darkness as he pulls your pants down, then your shirt. Your eyes are sharp in the dark, able to see the rippling muscle of his arms and shoulders. The dusty nipples, the swells and planes of his chest and stomach. See the way his gaze is fucked out when he’s barely touched you, shuffling down your legs, hands skimming and grabbing the soft meat of your thighs.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes dragging from the wet smear down your thighs, to your hands above your head. You whine under his gaze and he grins, feral and sharp. “So obedient for me.”

“You like hands above head until you say so.”

“I do.” Yoongi bows low, grabbing your legs and hiking them over his shoulders. Your world spins, feeling his breath on your cunt as he makes a low sound in his throat. “Fucking wet, just how I like it.”

Yoongi licks a sloppy path up your pussy and you gasp, head digging back into the grass. It’s almost painful, the need for him pulsing between your legs. He hums, sucking at your clit hungrily. Your toes curl and you hide your face in your arm, the urge to squirm away from the stimulation strong.

You’re an exposed wire under Yoongi’s tongue as he eats you out, messy and wet. He laps at your hole, eager to taste you, nose pressed against your clit, teasing. You whimper his name, thighs clenching, fisting your hands together as you fight to remain still. It’s nearly impossible, this stillness he’s asked of you. You want to reach down and thread your fingers through his hair, want to dig your nails in and scratch, want to pull him close and shove him away.

The sounds he makes are obscene, alternating between sucking loudly and flicking his tongue against your throbbing clit. It’s pleasure-laced pain. You want him to fuck you, to sink into you as deep as he can until you can’t do anything but take it. But you like this too, the way Yoongi’s tongue works your clenching hole.

A high-pitched keen leaves your mouth. He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded as he sticks his tongue out, making a show of licking your cunt top to bottom. Your tongue is heavy in your mouth as you mumble his name, speech slurred.

“Hmm?” he asks, grunting against you as he works you closer to an orgasm, which hovers in the distance. He looks up at you again, sees the tears lining your eyes. “You can touch me,” he murmurs, saying the world between lush licks between your folds. “Greedy omega.”

And so what if you are greedy. Yoongi gives you everything you want. He makes a grumble about it, rolling his eyes and sometimes acting like it’s a little inconvenience, but you know he loves it- loves this. Loves letting you get away with things when you ask sweetly.

Yoongi’s hair is silky and a little sweaty as you run your fingers through it, nails scratching at his scalp the way he likes. His moan is muffled against your pussy and you wriggle beneath him. It feels so good, your stomach in knots. Your limbs begin to tingle and you feel that tight, squeezing feeling in your core, clenching hard.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Dig your nails into Yoongi’s scalp and he growls at the pain. You think your breaking skin, nails turned into claws, limbs shaking as your orgasm tightens and tightens until it feels like you can’t breath, like the world is going to crack in half.

And then it breaks. Your orgasm floods out of you in a rush, your muscle spasming so hard that you scream. Heels digging into the dirt, fingers tangled in Yoongi’s hair, head whipped to the side, cheek pressed into the ground and eyes squeezed shut so hard you see colors exploded behind your eyelids.

Heavy-limbed and feeling drunk, you drop your legs open a bit. Yoongi’s hands are on your hips, flipping you over. You don’t have the strength to hold yourself up, hands buckling under you, face pressed to the back of your palms. He says something that you can’t hear, your head still swimming in the clouds.

Every one of your joints feels melted, unable to lock together to support your weight. It doesn’t matter. Yoongi does it for you, lifting you up so that you’re on your knees, thighs spread wide. Air cools the wet mess on your legs. You realize you’re dripping past your knees.

Yoongi’s palms feel like fire on your flushed skin. He wraps and arm around your waist, pulling you back to his chest, the other looping under your arm so he can grab your neck firmly. This time, he does squeeze, fingers placed perfectly on the sides of your throat.

Everything around you feels like cotton candy fuzz, fluffy and sweet. Your head lolls back, resting on his shoulder as his teeth find your shoulder, nipping your skin. Behind you, his cock slides gently between your folds, making you hiss.

“Gonna fill up this pussy,” Yoongi murmurs. “Gonna fuck you full, yeah?”

You nod your head. “Yeah.” The word slurs on your tongue. “Please, want it.”

“You’re already fucked out from just my mouth, omega.”

“So?”

He chuckles darkly. His cockhead catches your clenching hole and you whine, hands going to clutch the arm on your waist and holding your throat. “Have you no decency, hm?”

“No. Yoongi please, it hurts. Please just - please.”

“Shhh.” Yoongi places a warm, wet kiss on your jaw. “I’ve got you. You know I’ve got you?”

Words are too hard, so you nod. Yoongi places another sweet kiss on your cheek before he shuffles and thrusts into you, smooth on the upstroke. You gasp, breath knocked out of you as he slides to the hilt. Yoongi’s cock is thick and though you’re soaked, the stretch is intense, your walls clinging to him in a vice grip.

Behind you, Yoongi curses. His hand tightens, and it gets just a little bit harder to breath. Slowly, he retracts before snapping forward again, stroke slow but hard. He groans, focused on setting a leisurely and smooth pace. Every thrust of his hips makes his cock hit deep, punching the air from your lungs. With his fingers pressing against your throat, it gets harder to take in more air, making you light-headed, the forest spinning.

It feels so good, this blooming pleasure inside of you. Every time he hits your soft spot just right, you feel closer to madness. Yoongi squeezes your throat tighter. His skin is warm and sweaty, sliding against yours, the friction making your eyes roll back.

Yoongi’s teeth scrape your shoulder. Sink in just a little, not enough to draw blood, but you feel the sting. It’s good, pleasure-laced pain. And then he’s telling you to let go, to come around him. You deny your alpha nothing, eyes fluttering shut as you squeeze tight tight tight.

“Fuck,” Yoongi snarls. You come so hard he has to stop thrusting, your pussy clenching around him with everything you’ve got. You’re not breathing, air stuck in your lungs, blood rushing in your eyes, stars behind your eyes. “Breathe,” Yoongi pants, letting go of your throat. You suck in a sharp breath of air, flooding your lungs. “That’s it. You can take it, yeah? Can take it til I fill you up?”

“Yes, alpha.”

It’s a mumble of words. You’re not even sure if it comes out right. Yoongi holds you to him, doesn’t mind that you're boneless. Your fingers thread his where his hands grip you, squeezing as your head cradles against his neck. You nose him there, drawing all sorts of feral sounds from him as he chases his orgasm, driven to the edge while you scent him. He comes with a loud sound, maybe your name or something else. You’re not sure.

Yoongi smells like home. Well - smells like earth and come and sweat and trees and pheremones. But his smell is there, pine and sage. Wild and gentle. Earth and cleansing. You love the smell of him, you have since you met him.

“Rest.” Yoongi’s voice sounds faraway. “I’ve got you.”

Weightlessness takes over. You don’t remember moving and you don’t remember Yoongi pulling out of you and picking you up. You’re drunk off his scent, hormones throwing you over the cliff and into a deep lake, where you float aimlessly. Comforted.

Soft sheets slide against your skin. You turn your face and breathe in, smelling Yoongi everywhere. It’s warm and you smell you too. Rosemary and mint. Your scents linger together, making you feel at home. Loved. Safe.

Something jostles you a little. You slow-blink an eye open, realizing you’re at home, tucked into the corner of your room you like to use for nesting. Blankets of Yoongi’s are piled eye and there are shirts and hoodies that belong to him. Some shirts that belong to you. Things that remind you of the two of you, that feel like you both.

Yoongi is tucked behind you, breath puffing against your ear. His eyes are closed when you curve your head to look at him. “Sleep,” he rasps, not opening his eyes. “And thank you for the hunt. I’m not done with you. But I’m tired.”

You smile and close your eyes, drifting to sleep in the safety of Yoongi’s arms.

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wen-kexing-apologist · 1 year ago

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LET’S TALK ABOUT SEX!!!!!!

HELLO AND WELCOME TO

ANALYSIS ESSAY NUMBER 69!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes. Yes I have, in fact, written 69 ridiculously long pieces (and some surprisingly short) pieces on my silly little gay shows. This is, obviously, not the first time that I have done a scene breakdown, and it’s certainly not the first time I’ve done a sex scene breakdown, BUT I have been itching to write about this one since I watched I Feel You Linger in the Air Episode 8. There was no way in hell I was going to let essay #69 go unrelated to sex, so I had to wait until another essay (thank you Hypocrisy) could be written and posted.

In a feat of truly perfect timing, @waitmyturtles sent me an ask about what other physicality (besides hands) I look at to try to understand a character’s psyche, I gave her my wayyyy to long explanation of what it is I look for, and not even 24 hours later the most perfect example of expertly executed physicality graced my screen with the opening scene of I Feel You Linger in the Air. So, I am dedicating this post to Turtles...

and I'm writing a sex scene break down!

We open with Yai and Jom rushing in to the scene, Jom being pulled by Yai. Which, I mean any forearm, wrist, or hand holding that Yai and Jom are doing is not technically visible to us (it’s happening just off screen) but we know Jom is being pulled at first because of how Bright and Nonkul are moving, Yai enters the room first and Jom is practically tripping to catch up with his motion, but beyond that we know Jom’s being dragged by Yai because of the way Bright and Nonkul’s upper arms are pressed together. We’re off to a great start in Bright and Nonkul’s performance already because of how glued Yai and Jom seem to be. With just the way they are holding their bodies the tension is already palpable, but the magnetism between the two of them is heightened by the fact that the actors are ensuring Yai and Jom don’t break eye contact. Because of this, even though as the motion continues, and they turn to face each other having now placed physical distance between them, you can tell they are still drawn in. You aren’t losing any ounce of desire when they are parted.

The way Bright stands, the way Bright has set his face, angled his head, etc. makes Yai seem like he is looking at Jom as if hypnotized, transfixed, enamored. Both of them are just staring at each other, and Jom’s hand slowly slides up Yai’s arm and Yai takes that movement as a sign to come in close, and while Yai was initially shy about (presumably) getting aroused during the olive oil scene in Episode 7, he is horny and ready to fuck now at the beginning of Episode 8 and so he just fucking goes for it.

You know when Yai is about to lean in for the kiss, because in a fraction of a second he breaks eye contact with Jom to look down towards his lips. But before Yai performs any additional progression towards kissing, Bright plays out the brief moment where Yai is gathering his courage. How do I know Yai is taking a second to psyche himself up? Because Yai pauses, he closes his mouth a little tighter, looks down at Jom’s lips, and he swallows hard. That’s him psyching himself up to just dive right in and go for the kiss. And he doesn’t have to hesitate long, and he doesn’t have to be chaste with this kiss cause Jom and Yai got over the initial tension point when they made out at the end of Episode 7. Without saying a word, we know Jom is In To This Kiss, because he immediately fixes his lips around Yai’s upper lip. Jom meanwhile is standing almost ramrod stiff and straight like he usually does

@shortpplfedup says when she’s looking at kisses, she’s looking for sticky kisses. My own interpretation of sticky kisses includes moments like in The Eclipse where there is a little line of spit that keeps the kiss lingering for just a second more. In this case, what I would personally consider a sticky kiss is a result of Yai pulling at Jom’s lower lip when Jom pulls his head back slightly for some air and to change the angle of his head. There is no space between them, in fact Yai so thoroughly wants to fuck Jom, that Jom is almost tipping over with how much Yai is trying to press them together. Yai’s hand is roaming, moving up and down Jom’s arm, while Jom is standing there, his hands are still, one wrapped around Yai’s arm, one resting at his neck. Jom is meeting all of Yai’s energy and excitement by standing firm. Because if he did not, it’s possible he’d topple over.

And as characters this makes sense. Jom has been in at least one relationship before, there is no way he hasn’t been sexually active in the past. Jom is the more experienced one in this relationship, and so he is going to have to be the support Yai leans on for his first sexual encounter, even if we don’t see that far in to their evening.

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And this works for Yai and Jom’s characterization as well. Jom was the one with more hesitations around beginning a relationship with Yai. Jom is much more tuned in to the potential consequences of being queer in this time period. And it’s not that Yai isn’t, it’s just that he’s much more caught up in his own little world, and his feelings for Jom that he isn’t as rigid about how he engages in intimacy.

This kiss is tight, and solid, and you can hear the breathiness between them when they start the kiss. It’s believably impactful to them, as in the combination of eye contact, touch, posture, and even breath here makes me believe they are attracted to each other, and really fucking horny. And I swear I can almost feel Yai and Jom’s heart rates increase with how well Bright and Nonkul are selling this performance.

Yai is ready to fuck like, yesterday, but Jom doesn’t want him completely rushing in to the sex, and I can tell this because Jom pulls back, breaks off the kiss, and starts talking to Yai about the rain, about the party, these little reminders that they have places to be, and people to see, and they can’t afford to get caught. Bright’s face here, in the moments right after Jom pulls away are so intense. The way he furrows his brow ever so slightly. The way his eyes are see in to Jom, the parting of his lips. Bright is, to me, selling extremely well the fact that despite the fact they have once again separated, Yai is still in that kiss. And there is this beautiful little moment from Nonkul too where he breathes out like his mouth is on fire or he’s trying to catch his breath. Nonkul has Jom pat Yai’s arm once, because he’s trying to lighten the mood a little bit, to put more emotional space between them. Jom is the one stopping the kiss, Nonkul is the one that has to sell the idea that Jom is both slowing down the encounter, and also still worrying about being caught.

And you know where Yai’s response is going to go “Forget it, Jom. Now there’s only two of us in the house“ because of the intensity by which Yai looks at Jom. He’s transfixed, and during this conversation with Jom, Yai’s eyes constantly slip downwards towards Jom’s lips, like…practically every second. Yai goes in to continue that kiss, with an intensity that I do not think he’s ready for when it comes to actually having sex for the first time. In part because this kid does not know what he is doing, and Jom does. And Jom hasn’t had sex for quite some time because he was in a monogamous relationship with a partner who was overseas. So he puts his hand up to Yai’s face, and presses in gently, making a little hmm sound as he does it.

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Again, Nonkul keeps Jom stiff, his fingers are all straight, there is not even a whisper of a relaxed curve to them. Which tracks for Jom, because everything we have ever seen in the way Jom exists, in the way Jom moves, is very rigid. And it stops Yai immediately. Jom is looking straight at Yai, and Yai is looking straight at Jom’s lips. But this entire action feels familiar and comfortable because they have developed a trust in one another, and because Yai cares enough about Jom to stop and listen at the slightest indication. Yai pulls back and that’s where Nonkul helps assert that Jom is in fact on the same page, is interested and enthusiastic about having sex with Yai, and he’s just trying to shift the energy and speed of their encounter, because the second Yai stops, and Jom is about to offer up a suggestion, Nonkul turns Jom’s gaze directly to Yai’s lips and he lets them linger there for far too long, his fingers too continue to rest gently on Yai’s lips long after they are needed.

Jom doesn’t look Yai in the eyes again until he says “You’re soaking wet, Khun Yai. Why don’t you let me undress you, so you don’t catch cold?” Jom leans in closer when he says this, he whispers in a way that is intended to seduce Yai. And we see some more physical changes in the way Nonkul is carrying Jom. Jom’s eyes are alight and happy, there is this soft and extremely fond smile turning up the edges of his lips. And we see him relaxing slightly in to this moment because his fingers finally relax and curl up in their resting place on Yai’s shoulder.

Nonkul has Jom slightly shifting his head so Jom is looking up at Yai more through the top of his eyelashes to be more alluring. He has this soft, fond smile on his face. And it is in the motions and movements like this one where I see what Nonkul was saying about this being the most femme he has ever had to perform (even though, I think we can all agree Jom isn’t really femme). Bright has Yai pick up that small smile too, and he shows that Yai is indeed very interested in Jom helping remove his clothes, because Bright ensures that Yai cannot stop looking at Jom’s lips.

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You should watch this clip

And just like that Jom has changed the pace of the evening. With a little whisper, and with some very slow, intentional movements in the way he takes off Yai’s tux jacket. And because Yai and Jom have had so much physical space between them for the past thirty seconds, it is time to re-establish Yai and Jom’s needs for physical closeness. Bright and Nonkul establish a sense of familiarity and comfortability in how Yai and Jom interact with each other’s bodies. Nonkul does so in the way he has Jom pull Yai close to him to take off his bowtie. It is almost as if they are hugging one another, and in part they are, or at least they are providing each other a little space to rest.

And we know their arousal, their desire to fuck isn’t stalled or stunted by any interruption. Jom pumps the brakes a bit, but their desire, their attraction, is palpable. And that vibe is assisted by Bright having Yai lean in deeper, by having Yai turn his head and move slowly toward Jom’s neck as if drawn by string or magnet while Jom is fiddling with his bowtie. And within the span of a few seconds, Yai goes from drinking in Jom’s scent to pressing a soft kiss or two to his neck. And Jom’s enjoyment of that action is shown in the way Nonkul has Jom close his eyes briefly in pleasure, and his head jerks a bit to the side as if allowing Yai better access to his neck while he’s fiddling with the clasp of Yai’s bowtie.

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The seduction continues as Nonkul and Bright ensure their characters do not break eye contact one the bowtie comes off. I don’t even really know how they are doing it, but there is such a clear internal monologue of impure thoughts cycling through both their heads as Jom starts unbuttoning the collar of Yai’s shirt, while Jom’s still staring, eyes shining brightly, directly at Yai. And Bright plays Yai’s impatience very well, because he lets Yai still wait calmly, while also showing Yai cannot bare to be this far apart (like…two inches) from Jom, so he rests a hand on Jom’s neck creating a moment of skin to skin contact, but he has to take Jom in so he only lets his hand stay for a second, before he’s moving it in lines around Jom’s body.

Here again, is why I pay so much attention to their hands. Because Yai has been the far more relaxed character, and so when he puts his hand on Jom’s neck, his fingers curve, when he traces lines down Jom’s torso, his hand is curled almost into a fist. And there is just this beautiful moment of observation to me, where Jom begins to remove Yai’s pants, and is focused on the task, and Yai is just watching Jom, watching him focus. It is only when the pants have been unbuttoned that Yai joins Jom in looking downwards.

These characters cannot help but be drawn to each other, the tension between them is building and builidng and Bright and Nonkul show that by having Yai and Jom get, with Jom’s eyes closed, so close to one another they could have stolen a kiss. So close in fact that their torsos are touching, they are pressed up against each other while Jom works pulling Yai’s pants down. And even if they don’t bring their faces together, they don’t steal those kisses, they don’t break the tension, they are certainly breathing each other’s air.

“Let me do the same for you,” Yai says and God these two are so good at making their need for each other palpable. As Yai begins to unbutton Jom’s shirt both Yai and Jom’s eyes are moving rapidly, up, down, up, down, lower, lowerrr, back together, glued to the other’s face.

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Jom gives the shyest smile at having Yai care for him, concerned about Jom catching a fever, and being oh so careful with removing his shirt. And here we see Nonkul allow Jom to relinquish some control and let go of some tension in the evening, because Jom drops his hand from Yai’s chest and let’s Yai unbutton and pull off his shirt. A moment for Yai to stand on his own, rather than to have support from Jom like he has had during their kiss and during their foreplay as it were. Yai moves for Jom’s pants, removes them, and they are soaking each other in, reveling in the feeling of one another. But we can’t have Jom wait too long for physical contact, because we want these characters to touch each other, because these characters want to touch each other. So we get a beautiful moment of Jom’s hands coming to wrap around Yai’s wrist, once again relaxed, and we see the band Yai tied around Jom’s wrist in Episode 2, a tangible, visible, item that reminds us all of their connection.

I think we joke a lot about “exploring each other’s bodies” as a line. But that is objectively what they are doing here, in this gorgeous gorgeous moment of hands, of fingers sliding all over each other. They are gentle, light, and I can easily get the sense through the screen that their skin is on fire wherever they’re bodies have met. And Bright adds a piece of characterization to Yai, by having Yai hold Jom’s hand the same way that he did when he was drunkenly reciting poetry with the biggest heart eyes the world has ever seen. And he is doing the thing that, in my opinion, makes or breaks the believability of attraction, care, or romance between characters, which is that Bright has Yai move his thumb, drawing these tight little lines on the top of Jom’s hand while they are holding hands. It is truly not much of an understatement at all to say that if two characters are holding hands, I will be looking to see what their hands are doing. Are they staying stationary, or are there these little absentminded movements that sell the idea that these characters are thinking about each other, and enjoying the feeling of one another, rather than just performing the action of holding hands.

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In case we ever wanted to underestimate the importance of microexpressions and micromovements, we can’t, those are the things that really make or break a performance. (And for those who may have difficulty reading facial expressions, I get you, trust me, I’ve said it before but it can be really really hard for me to read microexpressions in actors, which is why I will often rewatch scenes, or watch other shows the actors or in, or like I did for this write up I slowed that shit down to half speed so I could watch for every movement, and rewound in 5 second intervals like 20 times to make sure I wasn’t missing anything.)

But they look like they are studying, committing to memory, Yai especially. Because while Nonkul has Jom spend most of this moment staring at one spot on Yai’s chest, Bright has Yai’s eyes follow the movement of his hands.Yai leans in and Nonkul has Jom swallow hard, and lean in slightly for a kiss. Bright has Yai keep moving, his lips locking on Jom’s shoulder, and moving up his neck, because the tension has almost reached its breaking point, and they both know what will happen the second their lips meet. So they delay, they let the tension build. They pull each other close, they hold each other tightly, you can see it in the way they move, the way their muscles tense. And as they face each other, with their desire finally starting to boil over, Yai works his way back to Jom’s lips slowly, he’s caught on to the pace Jom set. There is a light, soft, and quick kiss to Jom’s cheek, and then a second attempt by Yai to kiss Jom’s cheek or nose, that Nonkul interrupts by having Jom now be the impatient one, turning his head so Yai’s kiss slides to meet Jom’s upper lip.

And then the tension finally breaks, the desire overwhelms them, and they are forceful with their kisses, and pulling each other close. Nonkul is showing how in to this Jom is in the way he lets Jom melt in to this kiss. How he has Jom pull himself so fully in to Yai’s arms, so they are chest to chest without any room between them.

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And Jom is kind of a tense and awkward person in general, so it makes so much sense to me, as a character that Jom’s fingers would at this point stay stiff and straight, because we are still progressing in to a part of the evening Yai may need more support in. Jom is certainly far more relaxed as a person when he’s with Yai, but I don’t think he would be fully able to relax in to the sex. Hell, he can’t even relax in bed afterwards because he sees himself in the mirror. But just in the way Jom holds himself, in the way Jom smiles, in the way he pulls Yai in, we know that being around Yai is changing him. That he is generally more relaxed when they share space, that he is happier when Yai is near, and we know that Jom is very ready to fuck, he’s just also more aware of the potential consequences of getting caught.

Yai leads them to bed, and if we hold Jom and Jom’s posture as acting almost as a support for Yai, then it is very critical and important in my eyes, that Yai uses the bedpost to steady himself as he lays Jom out on the bed. Yai is learning how to support himself. Jom lays underneath him, and as far as we know he’s keeping his hands firmly on the back of Yai’s neck. Grasping on to him like he doesn’t want to let go, while Yai traces random lines across Jom’s arms, torso, and neck. And when they pull away, we know that Jom is very in to everything that is going on, and that he’s starting to lose himself a bit in the feeling of this, because Nonkul has Jom wait a few seconds to open his eyes and look up at Yai after they break apart. Meanwhile, Bright maintains Yai’s absolute obsession with Jom, by having Yai staring directly at Jom while Jom’s eyes are still closed. Study him, observing his reactions, ensuring that Jom is feeling pleasure. And the sexual tension isn’t ruined by yet another physical separation, even as they are not actively kissing in that moment, their progression towards sex does not feel like it is coming to an end. And that has to do with the fact that Jom is still running his hand along Yai’s neck, lacing his fingers through Yai’s hair, with his fingers relaxed.

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When they confess their love for one another, Nonkul has Jom swallow hard, hearing Yai tell him he loves him, fighting back a small smile. And Bright really commits to showing the intimacy that has developed between Jom and Yai in the way he has Yai press kisses to the inside of Jom’s palm, to his knuckles, up his arm, and back to his neck. And like I said above, Nonkul sells the effect of that electricity between Yai and Jom in these little micromovements, in the way Jom’s finger dig slightly in to Yai’s cheek, and the way his thumb twitches when Yai presses a kiss to his knuckles, and the way his fingers flex (a la Pride and Prejudice [2005] if you ask me). And he does the same as Yai kisses up his arm and to his neck, in the way Nonkul has Jom close his eyes, and press his lips together, and tilt his head slightly upwards.

And that’s it, that’s the entire nearly five minute scene. I promise I am trying to get better about my essay lengths, but I think the level of work that goes in to these moments are deserving of being discussed in detail. Nonkul in an interview said he views acting like a sport, and I think he’s fucking right. The level of knowledge and control you have over your body to sell scenes like this one, to make people believe in the romance, is super fucking hard.

gif by @pharawee (using this gif as an example of a bunch of small movements Bright and Nonkul do that sell Yai and Jom's love for one another) I for one believe Jom and Yai love each other, want each other, are drawn to one another, and that is 100% because of Nonkul and Bright’s performances. And they have a really fucking hard job in part because Tee Bundit is not really a romance guy. Yai and Jom’s love for one another is the emotional backbone of this show, but the story isn’t focused on the romance itself, it’s focused on Jom’s experiences as a servant, on the struggles of being queer, on the mystery of how to get home, of past Jom being haunted by his present and present Jom being haunted by his past. There are so many moving pieces in this story, but we have to feel for these characters when they are inevitably separated. The way Nonkul and Bright play this scene, has thoroughly convinced me of the care they have for one another

#i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #ifyl #yai x jom #yaijom #bright x nonkul #nonkul chanon #bright rapheephong #dee hup house #tee bundit #ESSAY 69!!!!!!#wka long post #i feel you linger in the air analysis #ifylita analysis #i feel you linger in the air meta #ifylita meta

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savagewildnerness · 6 months ago

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E12: Don’t be afraid, just start the tape:

So, first of all - what magnificent acting from everyone in this episode. Oh my! They’re all utterly wonderful! I’m going to point it out at certain points as I go, but oh my - they are all wondrous! And the language - every line of this episode mattered!

I found it interesting to reflect on vampire versus human perspective on both life and immortality in this episode - Daniel perceives immortality as an opportunity to seize existence eternally and truly LIVE life, while the vampires themselves dwell in existential malaise…. And is THIS that makes Daniel fascinating..?

Daniel ‘grabbing’ syntax - the bit where Louis refers to himself in the third person… now we have to rewatch the entire show with this in mind, to see when else Louis or Armand referred to themselves this way…?!

“Someone half in love with an easeful death” - How Louis refers to Armand’s victims when he can’t find an evildoer are the exact words Armand later says to Daniel

Louis has more of an ease with himself in San Francisco, while at the same time being the most lost we have ever seen him. He’s more at ease with his nature - in his posture; in killing… but not in all ways - clearly!

“Cocaine’s a fun boy’s drug. I’m not fun.” LOL @ Louis, the truther!

Louis: “Do you want to now?” To Dubai-Daniel. Audience: YES PLEASE! Off you GO!

Louis’ sheer check shirt is TOO GOOD. I love it. I want it.

IS one of them the Zodiac killer though? We need to look at that victim list from earlier than 1973…

“You were lonely, Louis, you were floundering…”

Jacob’s acting - he’s so great in this episode, but I especially adored the way he eviscerates Lestat! Jacob is hilarious! And it’s funny, like it is in the books! So over the top… Louis leaning in to the tape like his words are weapons to lure Lestat towards him. It’s so redolent to what Lestat did in creating his Come to Me recording with Antoinette’s voice… except the opposite - Lestat created a loving thing, but used his lovers voice on the loving thing to anger Louis… Louis twists Lestat into the most spiteful thing and I absolutely love that they included the concept in the books that would hurt Lestat the most of all - when Louis says that his piano playing is emotionless. “He played without an iota of feeling.. with all the emotional acuity of a MONSTER!” Yeah Louis, THAT will draw Lestat out…

And while I’m on the note of music - how interesting the music in this episode… that single-note hypnotic piano pedal that keeps coming back over and over again - anticipatory…. The meagre, fractured strings… utterly unlike the music in this series outside this episode

And Louis, just wanting Daniel to agree… getting him high ought to make him more acquiescent… and yet, he gets more than he bargained for… Daniel still notices subtext in what Louis is saying and doing, and it intrigues Louis… for what do these eternal beings truly want, but to be entirely understood…?

Daniel pointing out Lestat was Louis’ first love, even amid Louis’ trash talk

Daniel “I’m with her…. Get off that bench, brother.”

Daniel’s confidence in his SELF when asking for the dark gift - the confidence of a truly young man. And How great is Luke - let’s say it now. He is SO Eric. His fear, his bravado, how scared for him you feel

The way Dubai-Daniel trusts Louis here, showing him the laptop

Armand: What if it was published? You don’t have enough to fear from Paris?

“You are so BORING. Colourless. Flavourless. Dull. Dull. Dull nights, dull weeks, dull months, dull as f… Suffocation by the world’s softest, beigest pillow… the ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting than decades with you.” OK but tell us what you REALLY feel, Louis, LOLOLOLOLOL

Armand’s mocking impression of Louis “Oh, it’s so hard to be me!!!” And Louis retaliating. God, I LOVE their argument! A perfect mix of awful, painful… and hilarious!!! (Imagine Lestat laughing…)

The name unuttered in our home for 23 years

“She didn’t love you. Not like he did. Not like I have.” They’re going there with Claudia!

“Can you hear her? She’s calling me…”. Claudia’s ghost is clearly what calls Louis to going into the sun and I wonder if this is foreshadowing and if that image of Claudia in the sunlight could be Claudia’s ghost at the end of the series, but this time we can see her… again calling Louis…?

“The floor slants slightly North. The blood flowed that way.” This line is repeated a few times by Armand… and I didn’t understand why, but it felt important. Did anyone understand why.

Gosh the language in this episode is beautiful - poetic, play-like, and so much of Anne’s words.

“He’s fine. He’s just one.” Echoes of Armand telling Lestat how unharmed Nicki was….

“He confessed his innermost secrets to you” - the betrayal of emotional intimacy

“You’re going to teach me how to be fascinating.” OK… now is the moment. Love letter to Assad Zaman and to Armand. It is just heartbreaking the way he needs something from Daniel here. In this episode, Armand saves Louis’ life. He is a conduit for Louis’ true love’s voice. In fact, he does so much in love for Louis… And yet he is told he is boring.

The irony is that Armand IS special!!! He is absolutely the most complex vampire… he just doesn’t understand how to love or be loved… and Louis is NOT his "one"! But he is SO fascinating! And special. All of the edits to Radiohead's Creep PLEASE!!!!

I also find it WONDROUS in a show about vampires - where vampires are always a metaphor to The Outsider... yet... in art, The Outsider is often portrayed in in my opinion - an unrealistic way, as in "actually the outsider is infinitely special, really!", BUT IN ARMAND, the writers have given us a truly actually special character who truly feels like many outsiders do - that they are irrevocably flawed and there is something significant truly missing in them (us) - AND is told by the person he loves SO much he would literally be a pathway to their other love that he is boring and not special and not enough... THAT is relatable! (Even though nobody has told me this, as I am simply isolated, personally! Yet, still, I feel it!)

“A splinter of coldness in you. Is that what makes you fascinating?” “Even his transgressions are ordinary.”

The way Armand looks at Daniel when he says “Do you want to hear my story?” - “An eager black hole.” Armand seeking if it is how Daniel listens that makes him fascinating to Louis…

Armand communicating to Lestat “I won’t say a word.” What is Lestat telling Armand here about where he is?

Their feet in the stones

“All I talked about him was trash.” “Yes, you said that. But why? It’s not exactly how you’ve talked about him to me. Did I catch you in a fantasy?” A fantasy where Lestat reads Louis nasty embellishments and comes chasing after him again….

“This prison of empathy I’ve locked you in.” Gosh, I love the language

“I am your maker’s voice: Louis, mon Cher. You anted to say something to me? Why are you ill? What’s happened to you? I love you Louis. Tell him Armand.”

Armand really does this in such selfless love for Louis and of course Armand cannot bring himself to speak Lestat’s I love you to Louis. It is too much. Especially seeing as all Armand ever asked of Lestat was for Lestat to love *him*! Oh Armand! You deserve love!

A final act of service

“You left me for death.”

Louis, using Daniel’s “And then…”

I am the quiet you have been longing for after all the garishness of life. The way Armand eases Daniel into death. Sensual. Beautiful. Terrible. And Anne’s words.

Daniel saying how Armand redacted himself from his mind reminded me of Daniel saying “Disregard” to Armand’s input to the story at the start of the season

Armand did edit Louis and Daniel’s brains… but Louis was suicidal… so there was cause…

Louis’ anger at the end

Trial starting next episode…!

Assad: “Armand can’t ever relax with the truth”

Jacob in the post episode thing - saying he can’t think of a bigger betrayal than rewriting the history of a person you love and that it makes him angry… referring to what Armand does to Louis… when IN THIS SAME EPISODE, that’s literally what Louis does to Lestat, albeit not in Lestat’s mind… but still… there are similarities!! Haha

Lestat is my boy, and Sam IS Lestat… and everyone in this episode is so incredible - but ASSAD'S ARMAND. Armand was always my second favourite vampire, but Assad - I do not understand how you are making me love Armand even MORE! Be MORE evil, Armand. And more tragic. And more loving. Be every thing you are. I know you are fascinating!!!!! Every episode, I love Assad even more.

Finally: reviewers were wrong - this is ABSOLUTELY the foundation of The Devil’s Minion. From horror, grows love. Though this episode is mainly created, there is SO MUCH of Anne Rice in it and it feels 100% her. He words, her feelings. Her gothic romance. ADORE.

Oh and PS, it's both hilarious and totally tragic that sexy Loumand times can't truly happen until Armand has literally WIPED Lestat from Louis' mind, hahahahahaha! Poor Armand. Obviously he's monstrous in this episode. And I love you for every ounce of your monstrosity and all of the pain beneath it!!!

#iwtv e12 #interview with the vampire #anne rice #amc interview with the vampire #assad zaman #iwtv louis #louis de pointe du lac #the vampire armand #Daniel molloy #the devils minion

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scarabsinthestardust · 1 month ago

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Tender // Ch. 1

Josh x male OC

I tried to write this in a way that you don't necessarily have to read Better in the Morning if you don't want to, and I suppose you don't, but there are quite a few mentions of things that occurred or that were discussed in BitM. It may make more sense if you start there, but I don't think it's a requirement.

With that being said, this one is not going to be for everyone. Parts of this are going to get VERY dark. Each individual chapter will have its warnings, but I am going to go ahead and disclose that this will include a significant amount of child abuse, and in later chapters, domestic violence, which can be very triggering for some to read. There may also be mentions of religious trauma, something that is particularly difficult for me.

On that note, if you choose to read, I hope you enjoy and thank you for being here. And please forgive me for what's going to transpire.

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MASTERLIST

This fic is heavily inspired by music from the Ballroom Thieves. Take a listen on Spotify: Fistfight

word count: 2100+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: language; anxiety; depression; unspecific undiagnosed mental illness; mentions of alcoholism and vehicle accidents; mentions of hospitals; a very tiny mention of sex if you squint

I’ve always hated the rain. I hate soggy clothes and wet socks. I hate the sounds of it beating against the windows like an angry beast trying to gain entry. I hate the booming thunder. I hate the flashes of lightning, especially the burning smells when it strikes something. It keeps me awake, in a constant state of anxiety, preventing any semblance of peace in my rattled mind.

But Josh can sleep right through it.

He’s been my anchor during the storms, keeping me on solid ground. His soft snores, and sometimes not-so-soft ones, give me something other than the rolling thunder to focus on. I listen to his steady breaths and the occasional words he mutters in his sleep.

I never meant to fall in love with him, but like a spell that I cannot break, he pulled me into him. I’m hypnotized. This feeling is foreign to me, the feeling of caring for someone like I do for him. And I don’t think I will ever want to let him go. But eventually, he will inevitably find out who I really am, that I’m not a good person, and he’ll leave. He will find someone better, someone he deserves, and hopefully someone who deserves him. Until then, I will hold onto him as tightly as I can, and just hope I don’t ruin him.

It was months ago when I disclosed to him that I’m an alcoholic, fully expecting him to be revolted and to decide he wasn’t interested anymore, but that’s not what happened. There was pity in his eyes, an inescapable casualty I imagine, but not once did he ever treat me like I was less than a man because of it. When I told him about the accident, I never felt any judgement from him, nor any pressure of guilt, although I didn’t particularly need any help in that department. He told me was proud of me for working so hard at staying sober, but I’m not sure if I really earned that.

I had kept everything to myself for so long. I never even told Kya, my best and only childhood friend. I don’t know why I didn’t; I knew she would never judge me for those decisions I made. And she proved me right when word eventually reached her ears. Josh was so angry at her for bringing the liquor that night. I tried to explain that she didn’t know, but he had convinced himself that she was trying to sabotage me. I was annoyed that he wouldn’t listen to me, but he became so fiercely protective of me that I soon forgot my irritation. No one had ever shown that kind of passion in my defense.

Then Josh’s little brother Sam got into a car accident. It took weeks for him to come back from what seemed like the brink of death. I was with Josh when got the phone call. I clearly remember how he paled when he heard the news, and the heavy sense of impending dread that seemed to hang overhead. He was upset, rightly so, and practically shaking with worry, and fear. I did not want him driving alone, so I tagged along to the hospital.

Why are they always so cold? You would think a warm, cozy atmosphere would be more beneficial to the healing process. Instead, you’re plagued by the fluorescent lights, incessant beeping, and constant poking and prodding. They smell of formaldehyde, reminiscent of sickness and death. It made my skin itch, like hundreds of invisible bugs trying to burrow into me. I hated being there at the hospital, and more often than not I had the urge to leave, but then Josh would lay his head on my shoulder, tears staining his cheeks, and I knew I couldn’t leave him.

Sam was released from the hospital and is okay now, and Josh is finally home getting some much-needed sleep. I assumed he might want to be alone, but he surprised me yet again when he asked me to come over. He asked me to hold him when the events of the last few weeks caught up with him and the dam broke. I couldn’t understand why he was still crying; his brother was home and recovering. The worst was over. Perhaps I couldn’t wrap my head around it because I don’t know what it’s like to love someone on that deep of a level and come so close to losing them. So, I did as he asked, keeping him held to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around him, until his body gave out from exhaustion, and he slipped into sleep.

It's almost dawn now. I’ve been awake since the rain started. How long has it been… an hour? Two? I tend to lose track of the time quite often. Josh is no longer latched onto me. Instead, he is on his back, arms sprawled out above him and one leg sticking out from under the blanket. I’ve gotten into the habit of watching him while he sleeps, still in a state of utter disbelief that someone like him was ever even remotely interested in me. But he doesn’t know me, not really.

The storm is worsening. The rain is hitting the window so hard I think it might break. I try to focus on the man sleeping next to me as my heart rate quickens. The room is still dark, so all I can see is his silhouette, but I’ve taken the time to memorize him, the shape of his nose, the small scar on his left cheek, the way his eyelashes sit against his skin when he closes his eyes. He’s always so soft and he smells like vanilla. Even after we’ve spent the night tangled up in each other, me buried deep inside of him, both of us covered in the scent of sweat and sex, I can still smell a hint of vanilla. There have been times when I’ve convinced myself this is all a vivid dream, because there’s no way that he’s real.

A particularly loud shock of thunder rings out, and I involuntarily squeeze my eyes shut. Breathe in. Breathe out. I feel myself starting to slip, but I can’t let myself, not here, not where he can see. I’m fighting to pull back and I don’t hear the rustling of the bedding next to me. My eyes shoot open when something softly brushes my cheek.

“Finn? You okay?” Josh’s eyes are on me, still drowsy with sleep, his features painted with concern. It’s daylight. When did that happen? And although the sky is still darkened by storm clouds, I can see his face now. “You were making noises. I think you were having a nightmare.”

Was I? “I’m good. Sorry if I woke you.”

“Not you. The thunder, I think.” He rubs his eyes and scoots closer to me, draping a warm arm across my chest.

The storm raging outside chooses this moment to remind us that it’s still there. Another impossibly loud boom reaches my ears, and despite my pathetic attempt to control myself, I jump at the sound. I expect him to laugh, to poke fun at me for being spooked by something so stupid. He doesn’t. “These Tennessee storms are wild, sometimes.” He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, and I breathe him in. “You ever been in Michigan during a snowstorm?”

“I don’t think I’d want to.”

He chuckled. “I definitely prefer the rain.”

I keep my thoughts on the topic to myself. I envy him for how easily he finds the silver lining in every bad situation. He sees beauty in all things, even where all I can see is destruction, and where all I can feel is hatred, anger, and fear.

It’s not as if I haven’t tried to work on it. I’ve seen therapists, taken medications, prescribed by psychiatrists, and attempted the holistic route with yoga and meditation. When those all failed, I resorted to self-medication. I was never one for how hard drugs made me feel, so I stuck with alcohol. I would have drowned myself in it, with no concern for how it affected those around me. And then everything changed when I saw myself in that little boy that I almost took everything from. I didn’t sleep for days after the accident, and I had nightmares about it for weeks. I saw that little boy in every one of them. I should have died that night; I was sure of it. I was convinced that fate made a mistake. I wanted to fix the mistake, to remove myself from the world that I didn’t deserve to be in, but I was too much of a coward to follow through. And most days, it feels like I’m being punished for it.

I’ve trained myself to be very good at hiding whatever battle I’m waging in my head. If masking was an Olympic sport, I’d be a gold medalist. But every once in a while, I lose my grip on reality and fall back into myself, into the memories of all the things I can’t escape from and that made me what I am today. Josh makes it hard sometimes. He’s just so fucking curious about everything. I know he means well; it’s perfectly normal to want to learn all you can about your partner. But when he pesters me for information I don’t want to share, it makes my blood boil. I bite my tongue, though. And when I meet his big, ‘baby cow eyes,’ I know I can’t stay mad at him. Something about him, something almost magical, draws me back into him and quenches the flames that threaten to burn me alive.

One afternoon during a particularly lazy day, he had planted himself on top of me as I laid stretched out across the couch. He was bored and fidgety, aching to get up and do something. So, he resorted to seeing how much he could annoy me. When I got sick of him poking at my sides and biting me like an angry piranha (he really is so childish sometimes), I abruptly sat up, pushing him backwards and pinning him underneath me on the opposite end of the sofa. It scared me how easy it was to overpower him, but he just laughed. It was all part of the game, and I was still in the running. “Are you finished?” I made sure to hide any sign of real irritation and grinned playfully. I couldn’t stand the look of hurt that would show in his eyes if he thought I was unhappy with him.

His brain jumps between topics and ideas quicker than I can keep up. It always makes me falter when he changes the subject so suddenly. “Why don’t you have an accent?”

“Uh, what kind of accent am I supposed to have?”

“Well, Kya has that southern accent. It gets stronger when she gets mad,” he giggled. Pissing off his twin’s girlfriend seemed to be a favorite hobby of his. “You’re both from the same place, so why don’t you have one, too?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I left West Virginia when I was pretty young. I guess it just didn’t stick.” The truth was that it was intentional. I hated to hear the remnants of that place in my own voice, so I forced myself to break the habits that gave way to the southern drawl. It’s more difficult to keep it on lockdown when I’m intoxicated, though.

I could tell he wanted to say more on the subject but thought better of it, and I was subjected to another sudden change of topic.

I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that talks as much as he does. He’d ramble on about absolutely nothing for days if I let him. He’s loud and has an obnoxious habit of talking over people. He can be immature and stubborn, impossible to deal with once he’s made his mind up about something. And it drives me to want to rip my hair out how nosy he is, always wanting to be in everyone’s business. But on top of all that, he’s intelligent, he’s funny, and oh so sweet. He’s a brilliant ray of light in an otherwise dreary world, and my heart wants to sing for him.

He throws his leg over the top of one of mine, drawing us ever closer. It’s a little too warm under the covers, but I’ll manage. I run my hand through his curls, plush and messy, before placing a kiss on his head. I hear his breath even out and I know he’s fallen back asleep. I start to doze off after him, and I notice the storm seems to have let up, too.

TAGLIST @hollyco @fleetingjake @musicislove3389

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ur-dad-satan · 2 months ago

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Sub!LevixM!MC

Let's Get Down to Business

4.5K words, 18+ MDNI, enjoy <3

(Includes kissing, oral, swearing, gay sex, etc. you get the gist)

Ever since that human came to the Devildom, Levi had been acutely interested in him. It wasn’t because he thought he was attractive or anything! He was just interested in human world movies, anime and stuff! Honest! It took a while for him to finally come out of his shell, but when he did, the two were hanging out every other day. Levi took the liberty to introduce him to his favorite movies, and MC did the same. This is how the demon and the human ended up watching MC’s favorite Disney movie: Mulan. MC had them up and dancing together during ‘I’ll Make a Man out of You’ which the demon particularly liked; Levi may have even shed a tear at the end of ‘Girl Worth Fighting For’ from the tonal shift. After that day, he too was a fan of the Disney classic, so much so that it became one of his favorites as well.

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It had been about two months since Levi and MC had started hanging out together when someone came banging on MC’s bedroom door. When he opened it, Levi rushed in so fast he almost knocked him down.

“Ah! Sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Levi apologized and helped the man regain his balance.

“Calm down, you’re fine, Levi.” MC laughed. “What’s up?” He asked, closing the door behind the purple haired demon.

“O-oh! Right. Look, there’s a convention going on in the human world and I know you said you’ve always wanted to go to one, s-so… I was wondering if you m-maybe… wanted to go to this one? With me?” He asked. His cheeks tinted a light pink awaiting rejection. MC smiled sweetly and let out a small laugh.

“Of course! I’d love to go with you.” He said excitedly. Levi’s head snapped up, eyes wide like MC had said something revolutionary.

“Really?! You want to go with me?! Why?! Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited, but li-” Levi started.

“Levi, honey. Calm down.” MC said gently. The nickname made his cheeks tint. “It’s not that big of a deal. Let’s figure out who we’re gonna cosplay as, okay?” The human reasoned. He found it so cute when Levi got nervous, but he wanted to relax him so he could think rationally.

“O-okay!” The two went to work planning their costumes, begging Lucifer to let them stay for the whole weekend, buying passes, and booking a nice hotel. Almost immediately, they began making their “not quite couples” cosplay as Shang and Ping from the movie the two had been infatuated with. Before long, the day before the convention came and both Levi and MC made their way to the human world with all of the stuff they needed to have a great time that weekend.

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The two got up early the next morning to get a nice breakfast, a few energy drinks for throughout the day, and get ready. MC walked out of the bathroom half dressed and his eyes landed on Levi’s bare back. He stopped in his tracks and watched the hypnotic way he moved in the mirror as he did such basic things like put on deodorant. MC never noticed the scars and marks that perfectly painted his skin from so long ago. Hell, he was such a shut-in that MC often forgot Levi held such a high status in the Devildom. Unfortunately, the anxious demon noticed MC standing there, and let out a noise of surprise.

“Ah! MC! Stop staring! I already know my scars are gross.” He said, the second part lower than the first.

“Levi,” MC said in a reprimanding tone and walked over to him. “May I touch you?” He asked before getting too close. Levi’s face tinted pink and he averted his eyes to the shirt being loosely held in his hands, then nodded. He liked MC’s touch. MC, who was about the same height as Levi, gently wrapped his arms around the blushing demon’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Levi asked, his voice was a bit shaky and his eyes grew wide.

“Showing you that your body isn’t gross. You look amazing the way you are. You should try to stop being so hard on yourself. You’re Leviathan; the great General of Hell’s Navy. You've earned those scars, they're trophies for your bravery! Give yourself some credit.” MC said, trying to ease his anxieties. They placed a small innocent kiss on his jaw, and hugged him a bit tighter. Levi was silent for a minute, seemingly contemplating what to say or do next; he stood completely still and kept looking down, and MC stayed there waiting for him to say something.

“Thank you, MC.” Levi said, still not moving. His voice was soft. He felt grateful that he had MC to assure him that his insecurities were just that. Insecurities.

“Of course. Are you ready to finish getting ready?” He asked again. Levi finally looked up at MC with a small smile forming on his face and nodded. The human squeezed him once more in reassurance and finally let go so the two could finish getting in cosplay.

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The convention went amazingly! For the first time in who knows how long, Levi was in character and actually interacted with other cosplayers dressed as characters from other franchises the two recognized. There were even a few people they saw who looked suspiciously like his brothers and friends. It was weird. They bought a few things, had some greasy fried food, and took pictures with so many people; honestly, it was the most fun the two had in a while. There was an instance where someone asked to take a picture with them and asked which song was their favorite.

“Mine is I'll Make a Man Out of You!” MC said confidently and Levi nodded in agreement. Playing into the character, Levi spoke up.

“I sure made a man out of you, didn't I, Ping?” He asked jokingly. MC immediately knew just what to say in response.

“I mean, you definitely can, Shang.” MC winked. Levi was oblivious to MC’s tone indicating his hidden intention that the cosplayer picked up on and let out a small giggle. MC threw them a small wink that Levi saw and his face immediately went sour. Once the cosplayer walked away, Levi pulled MC close and wrapped his arm around him.

“I’m getting tired. Can we go back to the room?” Levi asked. He was obviously a bit envious of the other person giggling and receiving winks from his human; his Ping. Not theirs.

“If you’d like.” MC said and kissed the back of Levi’s hand. While the small gesture made Levi’s heart flutter a bit, it didn’t ease his bubbling envy. When the two got back to the room, Levi grabbed onto MC from behind and squeezed him in a hug. “Levi?”

“Don’t wink at other people, MC.” Levi mumbled against MC’s back. His tone was utterly adorable, and a bit whiny. It probably shouldn’t have, but it seemed to flip a switch in the human. He just had to tease him.

“Why not, love?” MC asked and held his hands in place effectively trapping him. Levi’s eyes widened and his face started to tint with blush.

“B-because you came here with me! You don’t even know them.” Levi replied, his jealousy becoming clearer by the minute.

“I can understand that.” MC started before pulling him towards one of the beds. “So, would you prefer I only wink at you?” MC asked before maneuvering the purple haired man in front of himself so he was properly hugging him. The human looked and saw how Levi’s face lit up red. MC thought he looked so cute blushing in his arms, he couldn’t help but kiss his forehead.

“AH! What was that for?!” Levi asked. MC guided him to sit on the bed with him then pulled him into his lap sideways, his face burned hotter.

“Better than a wink, right?” MC asked.

“I-” Levi started and mumbled something incoherently into MC’s shoulder.

“What was that? You know you can tell me anything, Player 1.” MC assured. That was another nickname that really made his stomach flutter. At this point, Levi was getting overwhelmed. He hid his face deeper in MC’s shoulder and couldn’t think straight anymore. He couldn’t help but say exactly what he already said.

“I- I want an apology…” Levi said. MC loved when he spoke his mind.

“I’m sorry, Love. May I kiss you to show that I meant it?” MC asked, still looking at the demon. His face shot up, eyes wide and skin red in embarrassment. It took him a moment to realize how close he was to MC’s face already. His mind went blank, and his eyes fell to MC’s lips; they were so close to his, but he knew he couldn’t make a move. He was frozen in place. MC on the other hand waited patiently for his brain to stop lagging like a 30-year-old computer.

“I- Y- yeah okay.” Levi spoke. MC let a small smile spread across his face and his eyes lidded.

“I need a yes or no love.” MC said and cupped his face with one hand. Levi’s blush spread to his ears and he averted his eyes before speaking.

“Yes. Y-you can kiss me.” Levi said in a low voice. His tone was almost as embarrassed as his tinted cheeks. MC leaned in for a sweet kiss. Levi almost instinctively threw his arms around MC’s neck, and accidentally let out a small moan when MC's hand moved from his cheek to his chin out of light bliss. The human let out a small breathy chuckle as he broke the kiss.

“Are you okay?” He asked knowingly. It took a moment for Levi to realize what happened, but when he did, his calm face reverted back to one of embarrassment. He cringed and tried to hide his face but MC's hand stopped him, and he repeated the question. “Are you okay, Levi?”

“N-no! I ruined the moment by being weird! You probably don't want to kiss me anymore! I’m sorry.” Levi ranted in a rush. MC just looked at him with a sympathetic look before smiling gently and kissing him on the tip of his nose.

“Honey, you making a noise won’t make me want to stop kissing you. It was cute and it makes me want to kiss you more, honestly.” MC said and squeezed his thigh close to his hip. The gesture caused butterflies to stir in Levi’s lower stomach and he squirmed a bit. He looked so cute with his face burning and MC wanted him. He wanted Levi so bad, he was willing to risk it all.

“R-really?” Levi asked genuinely. MC helped Levi turn so he was sitting on his lap facing the human. His knees were on either side of MC’s hips and MC pulled him close. He mumbled out a ‘yeah�� and began kissing Levi’s neck. The purple haired demon’s mouth fell open in a silent moan. MC’s hands found their way to Levi’s lower back for support over his cosplay. Levi’s skin burned under MC’s lips and his breath shuttered with every kiss. The human felt Levi scoot his hips away from MC and his skin seemed to burn even worse.

“Levi,” MC started between wet kisses. He pulled back and looked at Levi’s red face. “Will you do something for me, Love?” Levi nodded, his eyes fluttering open. “Let’s get comfy?” MC suggested. Levi was in an almost trance like state as his mind was practically blank. “Would you like me to help you, baby?” Levi’s stomach flipped and his conscious thinking seemed to come back as just the thought of MC doing something so intimate made his cheeks burn and his eyes widened. Despite this, he still nodded his head before speaking.

“Yes, MC.” The human stood him up and helped him strip down to just his pants he had on under the cosplay and his t-shirt. Then MC did the same for himself. Once done, he made Levi sit so both of his legs were on either side of one of MC's. He knew it would be… helpful very soon. MC’s hands went back to their place on Levi’s lower back as he pulled the demon closer. He put his face mere centimeters away from Levi’s; their hot breaths fanning over each other’s lips. Levi’s eyes were low and stuck on MC’s lips while MC’s raked over his pretty face.

“You wanna kiss me so bad, don’t you, baby?” MC asked in a low voice. He gripped Levi’s waist just a bit harder to see how he would react; his eyes seemed to darken as he wordlessly nodded his head. “Go on, then.” MC commanded. It’s like he was waiting for permission, because as soon as the words left the human’s mouth, Levi’s lips all but crashed into MC’s with a small moan. MC pulled him impossibly closer and felt his cocks twitch against his thigh. MC adjusted Levi so that his thigh was rubbing right on MC’s crotch. Levi gripped onto MC’s shoulders and started grinding harder, his two cocks now fully erect and leaving a small gap in the waistband exposing the tips. Using one hand, MC began to palm him over his pants right where the waistband exposed him; he started to kiss and lick and nip down Levi’s neck. He tried to bite back his moans by biting his bottom lip, but his brains were already so mushy, biting his lip did nothing but make little beads of drool leak from the side of his mouth. MC gently bit Levi’s neck right under his jaw which caused him to jerk his hips forward and moan through grit teeth.

“You’re so hard, baby.” MC said against his neck. As if something flipped within the third born, he pushed MC back so that he was on top of him. MC smirked up at him and let him kiss his lips. He really thought he was gonna take charge? Yeah, okay. Levi pulled back after a moment and MC took that opportunity to speak.

“It’s cute you thought you could take charge, Leviachan.” MC’s tone was low and seductive, and made Levi’s face burn a bright, pretty, crimson. He froze in seeming realization of what he was doing, and MC took the chance to flip the situation. Literally. The human rolled the two of them so that Levi was now laying on his back and MC was kneeling over him with one leg tucked snugly in his crotch. He leaned down to kiss Levi; his tongue finding its way in the demon’s mouth, relishing the feeling of Levi’s forked tongue against his own.

The more the two kissed, the more Levi absentmindedly grinded against MC’s leg, becoming more and more needy. The feeling of his bated breath and hard cocks on MC’s body turned him on more and more as the seconds turned to minutes. After a bit, MC pulled away from his lips and moved up Levi’s body so that he was practically sitting on the demon's chest and his legs were pinning Levi’s arms to the bed.

“I bet you'd just love to show me how envious you can get, wouldn't you?” MC asked. Levi’s eyes darkened more, and he swallowed hard before nodding his head and trying to make eye contact. A lustful smirk spread across MC’s face as he touched Levi’s face gently; his thumb glided across the demon’s cheek, then landed on his bottom lip, teasingly pressing down on the soft skin before taking it away. MC smirked and pressed his covered bulge into Levi's mouth. Immediately, the horny demon put his mouth to work, slowly soaking the front of the thin pants and eventually underwear MC was wearing.

MC rocked slowly and let out low moans as all he could feel was heat, the wetness from Levi's mouth, and the ever persistent lapping of Levi's tongue. As both of their rational thought faded away, they were left in a world of only each other. "You're so fucking cute, Levi." MC complemented as he reached back and started slowly stroking one of Levi's dicks. The sensation mixed with the praise was almost too much for Levi to handle and without realizing, he transformed into his demon form. Unable to take the lack of contact, MC pulled his dick out and shoved it in Levi's mouth. It took Levi by surprise, but he somehow kept his cool.

Levi started bobbing his head and running his forked tongue all over the hard cock in his mouth. Both of them moaned in pleasure, but MC seemed to be insatiable; he pulled out of Levi's mouth and got up pulling Levi with him. With feverish and needy kisses, MC stripped Levi of the rest of his clothes and told him to lay on his stomach on the bed while he took his own off. Once in the nude, MC bent down to capture Levi's lips in a deep but brief kiss, before standing back up and putting his cock back in Levi's mouth. His hands found the back of Levi's head, and he started thrusting into the demon's mouth. MC threw his head back when he pushed so far into Levi's mouth that he gagged a bit. The human looked down to check on him, and Levi was looking right back up at him through his pretty eyelashes.

"Fuck, Levi. You keep looking so pretty, and I'm gonna have to fuck you." MC half teased. Levi's eyes lit up and his cheeks tinted more than they already were. "Someone looks like they want to be fucked," MC said in a slightly more playful tone. Unable, or unwilling to stop sucking, Levi nodded his head, still looking at MC. The sight was absolutely gorgeous, but felt so lewd all at the same time. With one hand, feather light, MC ran his fingertips across Levi's face, into his hair, and barely touched his horns. The lightness of the touch made him shiver and moan lightly around MC's cock. The human pulled out of the demon's mouth and walked over to one of his bags. Absentmindedly, Levi watched intently as MC pulled out a small container of Vaseline and make his way back to the bed.

"What's that?" Levi asked curiously.

"For all intents and purposes? Lube." The human answered with a mischevious grin spread across his face. It took a second for it to register in Levi's melted brain, but when it did, his face burned bright and a look of embarrassment overtook his previous contented lust filled one. MC immediately caught the change and turned his full attention to the purple haired man blushing on the bed. "We won't do anything you're not 100% about. Just tell me if you get overwhelmed or want to stop, okay, Love?" MC assured.

"Thank you, MC. I do want you to... um... fuck me, though." Levi stumbled over his words seemingly regaining his ability to think. MC smiled and got on the bed behind Levi and guided him onto his knees; taking his time, the human kissed down the back of Levi's neck before getting an idea.

"Give me one more second, baby." MC said between kisses, then got up and moved the standing mirror from the corner to in front of the bed. He sat back behind Levi, and let his hands run all over Levi's body. As he kissed Levi's neck and jaw, he peaked in the mirror and saw Levi's pretty eyes heavily lidded, his face contorted in pleasure along with the pretty scars decorating his skin. One of the human's hands found the demon's delicate waist, while the other slowly traced a few of the scars painting his chest on its way to gently rest on his throat. The feeling of MC's hand made Levi moan lowly and his cocks twitch with anticipation.

MC guided Levi to his hands and knees before putting some of the Vaseline on both his dick and the demon's asshole. "Are you ready, Levi?" MC asked making absolutely certain that he actually wanted this. His cheeks tinted and he let out a "yes sir" in a tone MC had never heard him use before; it was dripping with lust, and it only made the human want him even more.

The human put one hand on the demon's waist and lined himself up with Levi's hole; slowly and gently he pushed in eliciting a drawn out, high pitched moan, his hands gripping the sheets, and his face falling onto the bed in front of him. Such a big reaction from so little.

"You okay, baby?" MC asked rubbing his back to make sure he's comfortable.

"F-fuck... ssssoo good." He stuttered out in muffled response. The man chuckled lightly and leaned down to kiss Levi's back a few times, before moving his hips again. He started slow, savoring every inch of the tight hole wrapped around his hard cock. He pushed completely in, then pulled out until just his tip was left inside. Slowly yet constantly, MC thrusted into the demon under him; first completely in, then out, then halfway in, then out to the tip, then in completely once more. He did that over and over, moving slowly, holding himself back from ravishing Levi completely. The human's fingers dug into Levi's hips, while the demon's gripped the fabric covering the bed.

"Holy shit, you're so good. You look so fucking good with your ass in the air." MC praised in between moans. Levi hummed in response and peeked in the mirror taking in the sight of MC behind him; sweat was starting to form on MC's body as he gripped Levi's hips and his eyes hungrily raked over Levi's back and ass. The whole thing would have overwhelmed Levi if he wasn't so turned on by MC's intensity.

"F-faster. Please," Levi moaned out and slipped a hand under his body. Needily, he started tugging at one of his cocks as his tail wrapped around MC's thigh possessively. The human finally let go of his restraint and started to speed up. In and out, in and out, faster, harder, nails dug into sheets and skin, sweat glistened on skin, and moans filled the air. MC railed Levi into the mattress as his moans dissolved into breathless whimpers until MC let up. His hips slowed, and he leaned down pushing all the way in Levi's ass.

"Hmm, I wanna fuck you against the wall. Would you like that?" MC rushed out between pants. Levi, also panting and barely fighting the urge to move his own hips, nodded.

"Please, oh my Diavolo, yes!" He whined out. MC chuckled and kissed and bit the demon's lower neck, as Levi started making small movements with his hips. After thoroughly biting up Levi's neck and licking up the salty sweat wherever his mouth touched, he gently pulled Levi's hair to make him look in the mirror. The scene simultaneously made them harder - if that was possible - and Levi's face flush the prettiest shade of cherry. MC loomed over the pale demon, as they both lie on the bed flushed, covered in sweat, with lust-filled eyes.

The human grinned deviously before getting off of the bed and guiding the demon to a wall. Levi stood facing the wall waiting for MC's hands on him as his body was so close he could feel the heat radiating off of him and his eyes burning new scars on his skin; however, they didn't come. Instead, MC's voice spoke softly right next to his ear. His voice was low and soft, his hot breath fanned over the blushing demon's neck and ear.

"Turn around, I want to see your pretty face when I fuck you, baby." MC said. An almost inaudible moan bubbled up from Levi's stomach along with whatever Hell's equivalent to butterflies was. The demon turned and the human gently ran his thumb on Levi's face before pulling him in for a kiss. While kissing him, MC grabbed Levi by his thighs and lifted him like he weighed nothing and pinned him against the wall and his body. Levi wrapped his tail around MC's waist to pull him impossibly closer as the human lined up with Levi's asshole once more and began fucking him against the wall. Levi's face returned to one of pleasure as moans bubbled up from the feeling of being stretched out by his favorite human.

Levi's head was turned away from MC and his arms were wrapped around the human's shoulders. MC moved one hand from under one of Levi's thighs and took both of his cocks began to stroke them. The sensation made him sharply inhale, his eyes roll back, and his mouth fall open with a loud moan. His head tilted backwards in pure ecstasy; MC took advantage of this and began kissing and biting Levi's neck and collar bones. As MC worked his magic on purple haired demon's body, his moans and whimpers became more frantic.

"M-MC," Levi whined in a tone so needy that the sound alone made MC moan in response. "P-player twooo, I-I'm-" Levi struggled to get his words out, but MC knew exactly what he was trying to say and kissed him quiet before going back to using his neck as a chew toy.

"I know, baby. I know. Go ahead." MC said between soft bites. He knew demons most likely had a higher pain tolerance than humans, but that didn't matter in a moment so filled with lust and love like this one. MC bit a red spot on Levi's neck he had previously sucked raw and the perfect mix of a dick in his ass, MC's hands working his cocks, and the sweet pain of the hickey being bitten, made the demon's hips jerk as he came all over MC's hand and their torsos.

"F-f-f... uck! MC!!" He moaned between whimpers and whines as MC slowed the pace of his thrusts and hand to fucus on deep, slow, and ecstasy inducing movements. Levi's nails dug into the human's shoulders leaving red marks in their wake and turning on MC even more.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum." MC moaned against Levi's skin before tipping over the edge and cumming inside of him. MC's knees locked in place so he didn't fall or drop Levi as the two finished riding out their orgasms together. As they caught their breath, the two shared a sweet, loving kiss.

The human let his demon down and helped him to the room's bathroom to draw them a warm bath while giving him little praises. They helped each other clean up, and continuously stole little kisses and giggles. They ended their day ordering food to their room and cuddling while watching the very movie that got them into this place in the first place. About halfway through the movie, MC looked over and saw Levi sleeping peacefully. He smiled and took a picture of the two of them, before kissing the top of his pretty hair, and pulling him close, and falling asleep with his Player One.

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GAH DAMN sorry I made y'all wait like 6 months for this. I went through a fuck ton of shit both good and bad but it's here and most likely the longest one shot I've written. Hope y'all enjoyed <3

#obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me smut #obey me levi x mc #obey me levi smut #obey me mc #obey me m!mc #obey me male mc #obey me oneshot

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nash-bby118 · 29 days ago

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Bathena Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

It’s not over yet but I decided to start the masterlist with the ones I have completed. Under the cut will be link, title, prompt, and short summary if it’s even long enough to have one.

Hope you’ve been enjoying! Hopefully I can get the inspiration to finish the final 4 lol.

Day 1:

Bathena’s First Time LINK

Kink: Body Worship

Summary: After another date with Athena, Bobby felt he was ready to take things further tonight. Athena, ecstatic at this decides to make this a night he won’t forget any time soon.

This one has a full version that can be found HERE.

Day 2:

All Pent Up LINK

Kink: Masturbation

Summary: While her husband is working a shift, Athena takes care of herself after being pent up all day thanks to him being flirty with her.

Day 3:

The Toy Box LINK

Kink: Cock Ring

Summary: Bobby returns home from grocery shopping to find Athena has their toy box out in the bedroom. Having a special need that only he could satisfy.

Day 4:

Who’s a Good Boy? LINK

Kink: Praise Kink

Summary: One morning, Athena is feeling particularly needy. So she decides to give Bobby a little present. Something to try out in the bedroom for some morning fun.

Day 5:

Sergeant Nash Can’t Wait LINK

Kink: Phone Sex

Summary: When Athena can’t wait for Bobby to get home, she takes matters into her own hands. Fortunately after some apprehension, he gets just as needy for her.

Day 6:

Be Quiet or my Team Will Hear LINK

Kink: Office Sex

Summary: Athena comes down to the 118 to have some fun in Bobby’s office.

Day 7:

Athena Gets Caught LINK

Kink: Pillow Humping

Summary: Unable to wait for Bobby to come home, Athena decides to get herself off. Not realizing how soon he was going to walk through the door.

Day 8:

Lost in a Fantasy LINK

Kink: Handcuffs

Summary: Bobby has been a bad boy… so bad that Sergeant Grant needs to handcuff him and take him down to the station. AKA their bedroom for a more thorough inspection. Just to make sure he isn’t secretly hiding anything from her.

Day 9:

Make Me Feel Good LINK

Kink: Face Sitting

Summary: After throwing their clothes off, Bobby and Athena fell back onto the bed. Athena choosing to not waste a single second before straddling Bobby’s head.

Day 10:

Talk Dirty to Me LINK

Kink: Degradation

Summary: After winning a game, Bobby takes control of how things go in the bedroom that night.

Day 11:

Come Here, Handsome LINK

Kink: Formal Wear

Summary: In a universe where Bobby didn’t quit during the award ceremony, he and Athena have some fun when they get home.

Day 12:

Captain’s Orders LINK

Kink: Role Reversal

Summary: Tonight, Bobby is in charge while Athena is handcuffed to the bed and at his mercy.

Day 13:

I’m in Control LINK

Kink: Fight for Dominance

Summary: Bobby wants to be the dom tonight but Athena isn’t willing to give it up so easily.

Day 14:

Beg me, Baby LINK

Kink: Orgasm Delay/Denial

Summary: N/A

Day 15:

Riding Your Thigh LINK

Kink: Dry Humping

Summary: N/A

Day 16:

Best Thing About Getting Dirty Together… LINK

Link: Shower Sex

Summary: …is getting clean together.

A continuation of that scene.

Day 17:

Tears From Laughter LINK

Kink: Tickle Kink

Summary: N/A

Day 18:

My Sweet Pet LINK

Kink: Pet Play

Summary: it was still a new scenario and kink for them. But they were both enjoying it. So much so that Bobby sat at the front door and waited for Athena to come home like a good boy.

Day 19:

Baby, Don’t Tease me Like That… LINK

Kink: Strip Tease

Summary: N/A

Day 20:

Happy Birthday, Bobby! LINK

Kink: Pegging

Summary: N/A

Day 21:

Obsessed With You LINK

Kink: Yandere

Summary: Feeling a little kinky one day leads to Bathena roleplaying again. This time? Athena is a crazy girlfriend that ‘drugs’ her handsome boyfriend to keep him forever.

Day 22:

A Vampire’s Snack LINK

Kink: Biting / Vampire AU

Summary: After another date, Athena decides it’s time to put a few of her powers to use. Including love bites that heightened the pleasure for Bobby and hypnotizing him into a calm yet still horny state.

This one inspired my multi chapter vampire!Grant family fic. Can’t Fight the Moonlight can be found HERE.

Day 23:

Her Demon LINK

Kink: Dubcon with Demon!Bobby

Summary: One spooky night, Athena has an unexpected houseguest. A demon that she can’t help but get wet over. After all, it’s just a dream… right? Wet dreams are perfectly normal to have.

Day 24:

The Face Behind the Mask LINK

Kink: Mirror Sex with Phantom!Bobby

Summary: One year ago, a fire broke out at an LA theater. That same day, Captain Nash disappeared but strange things started to happen at that theater after these events.

Now a year later, Athena is the one brave enough to investigate the real life Phantom of the Opera while hoping to find some clues on the missing fire Captain.

Day 25:

Muzzled LINK

Kink: Gags with werewolf!Bobby

Summary: N/A

Day 26:

You’re My Aliens LINK

Kink: Threesome / sort of size difference

Summary: My excuse to do a threesome between Bathena and the lady!reader.

It’s been a few months since you were abducted by the two humanoid aliens. It was weird at first but you soon began loving what they did to you. It was only fair to give them your love in return.

Day 27: Will be posted later

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Day 30:

Day 31:

#bobby nash #911 abc #911 fox #athena grant #911 on abc #911 #bathena #Bathena Kinktober

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or0ch1maru · 1 year ago

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Akatsuki Beach day HCs?(also include orochimaru if you don't mind) kisame is thriving

Anytime I think akatsuki and the beach I can only imagine absolute chaos

I’m loving all these fun and mushy scripts y’all are sending my way🖤🥺also, please don’t worry if it takes me a while to get to yours, my small business and my job(I work retail and it’s been a HOT MESS with Christmas right around the corner) tend to take up a lot of my time but I promise to get to every one you lovies send in<3

Okay, back to it..

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🐚so for starters I could see Konan being the main planner. Food, drinks, making sure they have enough of literally everything they could need, as well as making sure everybody wakes up on time to leave.

🐠then for the majority of the time they’re at the beach she would be found relaxing under an umbrella reading or watching everybody have a good time.

🦞pain on the other hand would be trying to stop deidara from blowing up Tobi. (I’ll elaborate further down)

🪸pain would definitely be the ‘dad’ of the group, making sure things aren’t getting too out of hand, and failing terribly at it. Zetsu lost a sandal? Just go barefoot, what’s the worst that could happen? He gets a splinter or a rock scrapes his heel. Feels bad when Zetsu starts crying about his foot hurting, would buy him ice cream as an apology.

🌊I imagine Zetsu as being a big softie. Just like Tobi he wouldn’t know what to do first. I also see him having a slight fear of water? Someone tries splashing him he’d close his leaves? Pinchers? Locking himself in his own shelter

☀️he’d find a bucket, a cup, literally anything and start collecting all the pretty shells he spots, even when the bucket gets full, he’ll start stuffing them in his pockets.

🪼our gentle masked comrade Tobi would refuse to take his mask off, let alone his shirt🥺

🐙poor thing couldn’t figure out what to do when they first arrived; go swimming? Build a sandcastle? Collect shells? Stare at the fish and other sea creatures showing themselves in the water? Nope, he decided on doing what he does best, piss off Deidara

🐬doesn’t even mean to do so, deidara is as explosive as his art so of course he’s going to get mad when Tobi accidentally gets sand in his hair.

🐋would retreat far into the ocean on a floaty, avoiding Tobi as much as possible. His hair would be tied up into a bun to keep the sea water from drying it out. Would most likely be those floaties with the little cup holder in it, probably with a beer can or sake in it.

🦭Sasori my man, I can imagine him working on a sandcastle. Using his skills to make a large one with details that would be tedious to anybody but him.

🦐he would volunteer to run up to the shops to grab things his comrades may want. No matter how small or stupid that item might be. Would buy small toys and presents in the gifts shops for everyone. He really enjoys walking through the board walk, will take a break and hang out on the pier for a bit before returning to the group.

🐚the zombie combo would both be talking and trying to pick up the gorgeous women who also decided to head to the beach that day. Hidan of course would be much more outgoing and flamboyant about it. Showing off his muscles and abs.

🐠Kakuzu on the other hand, all he’s gotta do is show off that one smirk of his to have them hypnotized. Wouldn’t care if one of them felt up on his scars or touched his hair. He won’t voice it, not even to Hidan, but he enjoys the attention, even if nothing comes of it.

🦈oh boy Kisame. Do I really have to say anything? As you said, he’d be THRIVING.

🦈would be moving through the water with ease, not even a ripple would be seen as he swims. Within minutes, sharks and other large sea animals would be seen following him around. He’d be so cute about it too, feeding them random shit he’d find, knowing what they want, or giving the sharks little boops on their noses(you can’t tell me you don’t see him doing this) and would be the main one to eat like 90% of the food Konan packed. She would make him join Sasori when going to the shops so he can stock up on everything he devoured.

🦞our sweet boy Itachi would pop into the water for a little bit before wandering off to the tide pools. He would find a patch of sand to sit on, watching as the sea stars and small fish go about their business as they wait for the tide to come back in

🪸would eventually get tired of being in the sun and lay out a towel next to Konan to hang out under the umbrella. They would talk or sit in silence, depends on how either of them are feeling that day.

•snake boy orochimaru would LATHER himself in sunscreen, you see how pale he is? (No offense, i love him) and he would also wear sunglasses to protect his eyes.

🌊I could see him complaining about the sun and trying to avoid it like the plague, acting as if the sun is the worst thing imaginable. Not one to express his feelings well if at all and uses his complaints to hide the fact that he’s actually having the time of his life. Would put a fish or eel in a jar, wanting to bring it back to the compound to keep as a pet until Konan tells him release it. Promising to take him to a pet store to get one there instead.

☀️towards the end of the day, moving into the early evening the whole group would play volleyball or fuck around in the water, splashing each other until everybody’s out of breath.

#akatsuki #orochimaru #konan headcanons #zetsu x reader #hidan headcanon #deidara x reader #kakuzu x reader #obito my beloved #orochimaru stories #kakuzu headcanons #sasori x reader #kisame headcanons

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skinks · 1 year ago

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SPOILERS FOR SALTBURN

I haven’t seen Promising Young Woman but I did just see Saltburn and now I’m so dubious about Fennell’s politics that I’m basically obligated to see PYW to confirm my suspicions. It’s not that I think she’s conservative necessarily, but more that she’s so upper class London nepo baby rich that she could aspire to socialist feminism as much as she likes but it’ll never land because her background precludes her from ever having anything relevant to say about class.

There were things I liked about Saltburn. The editing, performances, black humour, costumes, sets, cinematography (NOT the aspect ratio - will explain) and the ballsiness of certain “transgressive” scenes I did appreciate. This is what makes it so frustrating and disappointing as a film. If you turn your brain off, it’s a wild ride, quite hypnotic and lovely to look at in that specific dreamy way that the dark, cool interiors of a house get on the hottest days of the summer. I hated the 4:3 aspect ratio though, it was POINTLESS. Why was it used? Surely it would have made more sense to capture the grand expansiveness of the titular estate in widescreen? It just felt twee for twee’s sake, like it was shot to produce compositions ready-cropped for big gifs on tumblr.

The “shocking” “transgressive” “erotic” stuff is not particularly any of those things. I mean, for me anyway. It might titillate the type of new-puritan gen z-ers who self censor it to “seggs”, but there was only one sequence that felt really “wow, I haven’t seen that in movie before!” levels of Going There. And even then these scenes always felt self-consciously affected, like Fennell only included them because she wanted to write a movie with fReAkY stuff, as opposed to the freaky stuff coming organically from the characters. I remember sitting in the cinema to see Call Me By Your Name feeling like I was burning to a crisp at the scene where Elio huffs a pair of a man’s used swim trunks - because it felt so authentic to this expression of a character who is at critical levels of desperate teenage horniness. In Saltburn, when Oliver gets down on his knees and slurps Felix’s jizzy bath water, it’s like… okay? Why? What does he want? We saw him lie about knowledge of the fancy plates to ingratiate himself to the dad, we already have reason to distrust anything he says, so it’s hard to believe he has any authentic desire for Felix. And that’s the main problem with the whole movie - the writing is fairly atrocious.

There’s no mystery. There’s no ANYTHING. There’s a tiny quick-cut flash montage of future events in the movie right at the start of the thing, so already we’re going in with no doubts that Oliver is gonna go nuts. So we know that bad shit is gonna happen, and yet the movie pulls out a big Twist Ending reveal like we… weren’t supposed to know that he’s been bad from the beginning? We don’t need all these flashbacks to show us he’d planned his dastardly deeds offscreen the whole time when we’ve already seen him commit OTHER dastardly deeds ONSCREEN. He’s given zero motivation. He tells us he did what he did because he hates this rich family, starting with Jacob Elordi’s Felix, but he had planned the whole thing from before they ever even met, or saw how the family treats the other two main victims of class in the film, Pamela and Farleigh. When Oliver starts spinning his web, Felix has never been anything but genuinely kind to him. Felix never did him any personal wrong except being born handsome, popular, and rich.

That’s the other glaring issue. Fennell has said this is supposed be another one of these “eat the rich” satires, but…. beyond the usual foot-in-mouth clueless social blunders, the movie portrays none of the rich family as even all that bad. Oliver isn’t even all that poor! His family are revealed to be extremely comfortably upper-middle class! This is not Parasite!!! The worst ethical thing they do is cut off Farleigh from family money - but it’s obvious to the audience that this is actually Oliver’s fault. So all we’re left with is this main character who’s the worst of the lot, with no reason to do what he’s doing except for being an asocial loser creep. If you’re making a class satire in Britain and your message at the end of the film is “those creepy disgusting middle class will pervert and mutate themselves to have what the beautiful victimised rich people do” you’ve… uhh. Failed. Somewhere along the line.

It wants to be The Talented Mr Ripley, but it is confused and stupid. Given Fennell’s background and social circle, is it any wonder? It’s like she’s looked around at her fellow Eton Oxford lot and thought “so the poors hate us because we’re a bit silly and old fashioned, right? no wonder they’re jealous, we’re all so sexy and our houses are so nice! Of course they’d do anything to have this!” She hasn’t seemed to conceive of the fact that the working class in Britain hate the upper class because millions live in genuine poverty while they get to obstruct social change because of archaic birthright. That many people in Britain don’t actually want to be the upper class, they want an end to them.

The thing is, I had fun watching it. I laughed a lot, and then left the cinema distinctly unimpressed, as one often does after interacting with people who go to private school and are perfectly charming but clearly still think they’re better/smarter than you because they have generational land, or multiple houses. I worked for 6 years as the stable groom for the heiress to a publishing fortune, I’ve met plenty of these people, believe me. All this to say, that this is deeply frustrating because I would like to turn my brain off from the dodgy politics and just appreciate a movie that goes out of its way to be visually stylish and includes a scene where a sobbing Barry Keoghan gets naked and fucks the fresh grave of his boy best friend. Now that’s entertainment

#I love freaky weird stuff in movies that’s my favourite stuff #but not when it thinks it’s cool and clever for being freaky and weird #that’s being a tryhard #your movie should be freaky and weird because you are freaky and weird

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thecommunityfridge · 3 months ago

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Crafting an Inner Nursery

Characters involved are consenting adults 18+, including you. If you are not 18+, please do not read or interact.

Not intended for use as a hypnotic script.

CW: Diapers, AB/DL, Hypnosis, CG/L, Mom PoV, softdom

Hello there little one. I am Auntie Lamb Pin, and you have chosen, or have been chosen for some special time with me!

Today, the plan is to take you all the way to a special place. A place that hasn’t quite been built yet, and one that we’re going to build together with a bit of prompting. Your very own inner nursery! Settle in and we can start, okay?

Okay.

I’d like you to focus on your breathing and relax- yes, just like that. Let your body slooowly unwind, falling asleep and getting heavier and heavier.

You’re doing so well.

Just continue to breathe as the rest of the world melts away. There are noises and feelings and sounds, but you’re here with Auntie and they are so very, very far away. Small, insignificant little distractions. Little bubbles that rise up, just outside your vision. Take auntie’s hand, okay? And with your other one, pop them. One at a time.

Pop, pop, pop!

That’s a good baby. Each and every one of those worries and worldly things aren’t important right now. Wave goodbye to them, sweetie.

Bye-bye!

After all, we’re not going up, like the bubbles. No, we’re going down,

Down,

To somewhere very special.

Somewhere full of magic and creation, and somewhere you’re probably very familiar, even if you don’t remember ever being there.

So follow Auntie’s lead as we go deeper, and deeper, and deeper still.

Keep breathing. Taking a deep breath in,</p> <p>And a deep sigh out.

That’s a good baby.

We’re here, by the way! It’s a door, and it has your name on it, you see?

It’s a special place; your inner nursery.

Now, normally when we come to a door, we knock on it. It’s good manners! But this is the door to your nursery. But let’s knock anyways, okay? Don’t want to scare the plushies! Knock with Auntie.

Knock, knock, knock.

And open the door goes!

Even if you haven’t ever seen this place before, it feels familiar, no? It’s the nursery of your dreams, after all. You made it yourself, with your own two hands.

It’s okay if it’s hard to see right now. It must be so overwhelming taking in everything at once. Here, let’s focus on a few things for now. Auntie will point them out.

Let’s start with something simple- your changing table! Sturdy as they come, big enough for you to be comfy cozy on the top, and bigger underneath for all those diaper changes you need! All your favorite brands in easy reach, and baby powder in that scent that reminds you of what you are; a little baby in need of care.

Hop on. That’s right, up we go! Might as well get you changed, since we’re already here. Just have to fluff up your diaper, take your clothes off... don’t blush, Auntie’s here to make sure you feel comfortable. I’ve seen my fair share of diaper parts in my time, and you certainly won’t be the last. Just have to sliiide the diaper under you, big puff of powder- doesn’t it smell so sweet?- and one. Two. Three. Four tapes! That’s good, up we go! I’ll just fold up the clothes you came in here in and leave them at the entrance, okay?

Your diaper pail right next to it already has a few diapers in it too, if your name on the front wasn’t giving away whose it was. You made those, even if you don’t remember. That blush on your cheeks as your Mama or Daddy changed you was so adorable, by the way. There’s an album in here somewhere but we can leave that for another day.

Moving on, here’s your closet. While I know being in just a diaper is really really comfy sometimes, you and I both know fashion is paramount for littles like you. All the onesies and shirts you’d ever dreamed up or fantasized wearing, all the dresses and sailor outfits you’d given a passing blush to, and a few of the naughtier lingerie that you’ve thought would go perfectly with your diapers, all neatly sorted out and hung up. I think I spy a harness or two there, and a pacifier still stuck on that lanyard! May have to take it off to clean it later- that one’s your favorite, isn’t it? There are days that I wonder if it would be easier to turn it into a feeder gag so you wouldn’t have to stop sucking!

I kid, I kid. And yes, those are extra diapers on the back wall! You’re so very smart. I’ll be sure to put a gold sticker on your chart. And once those run out, more will take their place, and more, and more, and more...

Right, right! An outfit! Find one you’d love to wear to naptime and bring it to Auntie. She’ll get you all gussied up! Ooh, that’s a good choice. Stand still... Here we are! I have to say, you have great taste.

Now, hurry along sweetie. There’s still a bit more to see before we wrap things up!

Here’s the toy box! It’s a magical thing, always has what you want to play with, but I’m not looking for anything so it’s all an unsorted mess to me. I wonder what you’ll take out first once I let you settle in? Blocks? Legos? I’m sure I heard buzzing in there somewhere... Fortunately for you, it’s adult-proofed, and I daresay you’re not much of an adult, so you shouldn’t have much of an issue, even if you are a little naughty. Though do think of Auntie; she is partial to giving little ones like you a bit of buzzy time.

And while we’re in the mood, I want to remind you of how personal this place is to you. Take a look at the walls, the floors, and the ceiling. My eyes aren’t as good as yours at this part, so you’ll have to tell me what they are like. I’ve been to other nurseries before, and some like wallpapers of barnyards or the ocean, and others like stripes and pastels, and I’ve heard of one or two who are a bit more spooky.

And is that music I hear? I’m not quite sure. Whether it’s music you made yourself, renditions of music you love, or perhaps the most recent tunes you’ve listened to, I do like what you’ve chosen. I’m partial to music boxes myself!

But no matter what it looks, sounds, smells, or feels like, it’s yours. And I know its yours because you made it! Auntie’s just here to show it off to you because it’s not always the easiest thing in the world to find your way all the way to this place. I am proud to be able to show off even a tiny bit of it.

But alas, it’s time to wrap things up. Let’s get you to the comfiest place in your nursery- the crib. It’s a big thing, isn’t it? Big enough to hold you and your plushies, your pillows, your mobile that spins at just the right speed- and it has your name on the backboard! Right there! There’s no doubt that it’s yours and yours alone, though sharing is caring. So let’s pull down the railing and up you go!

Cozy? You can stay here as long as you need, but Auntie Lamb Pin is off to visit some other littles. She’s always busy, but if you need some help to dream up a little more of your nursery, she’s never too far away. So go get settled in, rest well, and I’ll see you around. When you’re ready, just put on the clothes you came in here in and just walk back out! But until then,

Enjoy your inner nursery. Made by you, for you, you little at heart.

This is a lot of fun, such a smart thing to have the creation be something inside their mind! Thank you for submitting!

#askapplestar

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donnetellotheturtle · 10 months ago

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Siren

Upon the vessel “the sundrop” Varian works as an engineer. Though being the youngest in the crewmen, he earned the respect of Captain Rapunzel.

Varian loves sailing. He loves the freedom. He loves the sea, the new places he gets to go.

The only problem is, the sirens.

Hugo was a merman. A ruthless fighter of the Kaldur gang. Most merpeople don’t mind those above, as long as they’re not attacked by them.

The Kaldur gang had a different approach. Either use their voices to lure stupid sailors to their deaths, or take them out from the inside out.

Chapter 1

This was not the first time Hugo had gone on land. Not the first time he’d traded tail for feet. Not that he liked it. He couldn’t move as fast with feet. His voice was also not as hypnotic. It was still beautiful but he wasn’t able to send men hurling themselves over a ships edge without the waves.

But, as Donella had put it, shit had to be done about the sundrop.

That ship had weathered all their worst attacks, most beautiful songs, and the most annoying part is not a single one of them had died.

How rude.

The plan was simple. Go in, find out who exactly was responsible for the ship never sinking, and take them out, lure the rest of the crew into their territory, and the other sirens would come in and have their bloody prizes.

So Hugo, with the help of Donella, purchased a few pairs of clothes. He settled on a green collared shirt, a pair of black poofy pants, and a pair of boots. Most of his clothes were that in different colors. Along with that a bag, and a few trinkets. A conch shell to speak to Donella and Cyrus while he’s on the surface in case of emergencies, and some coins for travel.

With annoyingly dry hair, and eyes that couldn’t see quite right on dry land, he began his mission.

It wasn’t hard to spot their target as it came into port. They had followed it here after all.

He spotted someone on the deck, black hair with a teal stripe. Baby blue eyes.

The perfect target.

Varian took his first steps onto solid ground in a month. He breathed in the fresh air as the unloading crew started to swarm the docks for their ship. He stepped around them quietly. In the kingdom of Arendelle, no less. It was beautiful. Snowy mountaintops surrounded the space even though it was blazing summer.

“Varian?”

He looked over to captain Rapunzel. She changed her hair a lot. Just a year ago, she had long blonde hair but she had her husband cut it off when it got too annoying to deal with. She then let the blonde color grow out and now she had brown hair with gold tips. It fit her with her gold captains hat.

“Yeah?”

“Can you pick up some supplies for me while you’re in town?”

Varian nodded. “Yeah definitely!”

Rapunzel gave him a list and he headed out towards the shops. His first stop was the alchemy store towards the front. He had to pick up some chemicals for the flynnolium.

Inside it was pretty quiet. It was just him and the shopkeep. The woman did nothing but wave, not looking up from her book. Varian headed to grab what he needed.

The door opened. A boy with blonde hair, green eyes, and sharp features. He looked around as if this was his first time seeing everything. Varian shrugged. He had work to do. Even if that guy was pretty.

He was quick in gathering his supplies, including some extra safety gear. Rapunzel paid the tab for things regarding the ship so he worried less about the price.

His first stop done, and his things carefully stowed away in his backpack, he headed out to his next stop. Checking his list, it looked like they needed ice for some of the perishables. He’d go get the ice and bring it directly back to the ship so it wouldn’t melt before they got it to the ice room there.

He came over to that stall. A man with a flop of blonde hair and winter wear. Varian thought that was weird but realized that’s probably because he just got back from the mountains. Still, it was a bit much. He quickly paid for a couple blocks of ice as well as a small cart to roll it on. It would be useful for his tools later.

He headed back towards the ship. Most of the main crew were pretty much off it, repairmen doing any minor repairs that needed to be done while the crew themselves did their shopping. He walked around the men, going inside, and down the stairs to the icebox. He didn’t need to do much, just get it down to the Cargo hold and push it into their cold room.

As he walked, he spotted a familiar face. Blonde hair, sharp features. That guy from the alchemy shop. Was he following him?

Varian shook his head. Probably just an coincidence. This place wasn’t that big, afterall. He kept going until he got to the docks again.

It was surprisingly hot here. Or maybe he was just working hard. He carefully moved past the repairmen, down into the hull, then even further down into the Cargo hold. He pushed everything in, then headed to his lab, otherwise known as the paint room. Rapunzel had let him use it due to his…explosive experiments.

He threw all his things down, checked some of his experiments, and left quickly.

As soon as he got onto the deck. Those green eyes again. They were staring at him specifically. Varian wasn’t sure what this guy’s deal was.

Then the guy disappeared into the small crowd. Varian glared at nothing in particular as he once again left the ship. If he caught that guy again, he’d see exactly what his problem was.

With a sigh, he stepped back off and looked at rapunzels list. Next were some foods. That was easy enough.

“Really?” He paused at Rapunzels voice. Poking his head over to where he heard it, he saw Eugene and Rapunzel talking to the guy he just saw.

“Well if you want a job you gotta be comfortable with sailing. Can’t be having any slackers on our boat.” Eugene leaned on Rapunzels shoulder casually.

The guy chuckled. “I mean I’ve never actually sailed…”

“Hey.” Varian said, making himself known. “You’ve been following me.”

The guy just raised an eyebrow. “excuse me?”

Varian looked at Rapunzel. “this guy has been following me all morning.”

He laughed. He fucking laughed. “Sure sweetcheeks.”

Varian glared. “Don’t call me that.”

The guy winked. Varian moved to punch him before Eugene grabbed his arm. “woah kid! It’s alright!”

Rapunzel let out an awkward chuckle. “Okay. Whats your name?”

“Hugo, ma’am.”

Varian let out a squeak of disbelief.

“Okay. What can you do?” Rapunzel asked, pointedly ignoring her little brother.

Hugo thought for a second. Varian glared daggers at him.

“Im good at knots?”

Rapunzel thought for a second. “How do you feel about machinery?”

Hugo shrugged. “I’d be willing to try to work it. Can’t say I’m familiar with coronan tech though.”

Rapunzel grinned. “Well goodie! Varian here can teach you everything you need to know!”

Varian blinked at her, mouth agape. She couldn’t be serious. She gave him a very pointed smile.

“Welcome aboard, Hugo. If you don’t have anything else to do, why don’t you and my head engineer stay together until we cast off for Rosas tomorrow morning?”

Hugo smiled wide at Varian. It didn’t meet his eyes. Varian didn’t trust this guy further than he could throw him and he couldn’t throw him at all.

“I’d love to. If it’s okay with you, goggles.”

“Don’t call me that either.” Varian huffed.

“You two have fun now.” Eugene took his wife’s hand and they started heading towards the way Varian had came.

“Hey wait-“

“Oh don’t worry goggles.” Hugo said, leaning on Varians shoulder. “We’re going to have lots of fun.”

Varian glared and pushed him off, trying to leave him in the dust. Rapunzel couldn’t just stick him with this asshole. He had to go get her and make her reconsider.

Hugo chuckled. “You have some spice to you goggles.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

Hugo walked besides him, smiling that sharp, unnatural smile. “oh come on.”

“My name, is Varian.” He huffed.

“Fine, fine.” Hugo was quiet for a second, looking Varian up and down. It made varian uncomfortable. He felt like he was sizing him up for something. Like prey. He would not be made to feel that way.

“Stop that.” Varian growled.

To Hugos credit, he blinked, cleared his throat, and looked away. No apologies or anything but it was better than him staring like that.

“Why did Rapunzel hire you anyway?” Varian asked.

“It must be my charming wit.” Hugo said.

Varian just rolled his eyes and kept walking.

They got to a stall where Varian fished out some coin to buy some produce.

“…what are we doing?” Hugo asked.

“Buying food for the ship, obviously. We’re going to be on the sea for a couple months. And I don’t know about you but fish for dinner every night does not sound good.”

“Well there’s a lot of kinds of fish you can eat. Different ways to eat them too.”

“all of which we’ll have exhausted in the first month. Is this your first voyage?”

Hugo didn’t answer, instead electing to walk over to another stand. Varian rubbed his forehead.

This was going to be a long trip.

Later that night, everyone met back at the ship. Lance, the cook with his two daughters, Catalina and Kiera. Cassandra in charge of defense, Yong their cabin boy, Nuru, assistant navigator to Rapunzel, Rapunzel the captain herself, Eugene the Helmsman, Varian the chief engineer and now Hugo the secondary engineer.

All repairs had been done on the ship, which Rapunzel had paid for. Inside, everyone started settling for dinner. Lance was cooking.

Varian settled into his seat next to Nuru, sighing deeply.

“what’s your problem?” Nuru asked.

Varian watched as Hugo came in through the door. Varian scowled. “Him.”

Hugo came strutting in like he owned the boat, and sat right next to Varian. “Hey sweetcheeks. Miss me?”

Varian nearly whipped around and punched him. It was lucky that Lance that came through the door with the food at that very moment. Varian huffed and turned away.

Nuru and Yong both giggled at that.

Luckily, Hugo was quiet during dinner. While the crew chatted and joked, he stayed stoic, eating his food and retiring to his bed without a word. That was weird to Varian. The guy who had talked his ear off just hours earlier was quiet.

“Huh.” Varian stood a moment after shoving the food into his mouth, following Hugo.

Hugo was walking on the lower decks not far from Varian. He was rubbing his face and bumping into things like he couldn’t see.

Did…did he need glasses?

That thought made Varian pause. That might have been why he was squinting so much earlier. He thought Varian didn’t notice, obviously.

Varian thought for a moment. Making glasses wouldn’t be that hard. All he needed was some metal and glass.

Cursing his annoyingly big heart, he headed down to his lab to begin.

Hugo couldn’t fucking see.

In the dark light, his vision was even worse. It wasn’t like this in the ocean. The water always made it easier for him to see.

God’s he couldn’t even see the sign for his bedroom. He needed a lamp.

He looked to the closest lamp which was slightly down the hall and went to grab it, sighing. Donella had better be grateful.

He pulled it off its hook, looking around. It didn’t help a whole lot but it was better than nothing.

Coronan writing was also not his strong suit. The language itself? Simple. He’d been speaking it since he was a kid. So much so that he didn’t even have a strong accent. But trying to understand it written down was much harder. He just looked for the four letters that were his name in Coronan on a door.

After a minute he found it, scribbled on a note and pinned to the door by a nail.

Stepping into the room, he was happy to find that it was all his. Small, but his. One cot, a small desk, and a small burrow to put his things in. Not that he had much. He figured he should probably start putting away his things.

Conchshell first. He carefully wrapped it in some clothes so it wouldn’t get damaged, then put it in the back of the bottom drawer. Not like anyone would go looking anyway.

Next he put his regular clothes in. Rubbing his neck he realized how much weight effected him on land. Or boat. His back already hurt. Is this what humans had to deal with on a regular basis? No wonder they were so rude.

Once done, he looked out the porthole. The ocean proper was far away and Donella had left as soon as Hugo was set. He couldn’t help but feel a little homesick already.

He shoved it down. This was too important to get weepy on the first night.

Still, he wished he could jump back unto the ocean, feel the tug and pull of the waves, swim with the wildlife again.

This was going to be a long trip.

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#varian #hugo vat7k #tangled varian #varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #yong vat7k #vat7k fic #nuru vat7k #donella vat7k #vat7k #Siren #chapter 1

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Witches Brew

Hunt Athalar x female witch reader

Summary: Hunt has been at wits end trying to get Shahar to notice him. When his efforts don’t work, he seeks out a witch in hopes of finding a way to win her over. Never did he think that you would be the key to what he was missing in life.

A/N: This story is based off the lyrics from Witches Brew by David Casper. Always looked forward to hearing this song during and at the end of Halloweentown. Hope I did the song justice with this fic.

Hunt crept out of bed. For he had a goal in mind.

To win over the love of his life, Shahar.

Since joining her ranks, he’s been trying anything and everything he could think off to try getting to talk to her outside of the battlefield. Though, she pays little attention to him unless she needs something from him.

Therefore, he decided to seek the help of a witch to help him.

So here he was in the dark waiting for the witch. Hunt could only hope that she would take what he had in exchange for some help.

As his mind delves more into thought, Hunt feels a presence behind him. He turns around and looks down to see a figure in a cloak of black.

Though the sight beneath the cloak caught his breath. For it revealed a face that made a chill run down Hunt’s spine

Your beauty hypnotized him. Though, what stood out about you the most, was the gentle smile you wore. Not one that he often associated with powerful witches.

You then smile and take his hand, leading him into your lair.

The lair was not what he expected. Instead of it being creepy, it has more cozy vibes that gave off warmth. The warmth that was within you he assumed.

You then walk up to the cauldron and begins stirring up in the concoction.

You then look up at Hunt and says these words.

“All I need is eye of newt, wing of bat, a long black whisker from a big black cat, spider legs and wolf hound fur, poison ivy and a hemlock root.”

Hunt looks at the beautiful witch surprised. “Really? For a love potion?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m kidding. I’m not giving you a love spell. Though, here is some tea. ”

Hunt looks at you in confusion before taking the cup of tea. “Why? I’m willing to pay you whatever you charge.”

He takes a sip of the tea and is amazed by the taste. It was mint tea with a hint of sugar and lemon.

You smile at him. “I only wanna help you, dear. You want somebody and you wish she wanted you. Though this way isn’t the way. Love potions are temporary. They dont inflict real feelings like everyone believes.”

The male frowns. Seeing him this way makes you sad. Therefore, you get an idea.

“I've got the perfect cure. Just take my advice and she’ll fall in love with you for sure.”

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For the next few weeks, you and Hunt spend time together as you help him work on his romance skills to charm and win Shahar.

Within that time, you and Hunt have gotten to know each other to the point that you two have developed a close bond. In fact, you started to feel yourself falling for him.

Though, you refuse to say anything as he has feelings for another. Plus, you don’t want the relationship you have with him to become awkward. So you keep these feelings to yourself. Besides, you’re happy just being his friend and are willing to help him achieve happiness in anyway possible.

Even if that happiness doesn’t include you.

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Hunt is waiting for her in the park, a few minutes after dark.

He’s hoping that she got his message.

It isn’t before long until his thoughts are answered as he sees you smile and wave at him before walking up to him.

“Hunt, how did your meet up with Shahar go?”

Hunt smiles at you. “I didn’t meet with her.”

You smile instantly turns into a frown. “Hunt, I’m so sorry. I…”

The tall, gray winged angel puts a finger to your lips. “You are what I have I been missing, (y/n).”He then moves a piece of hair behind your ear. “Here I was pining for a woman that didn’t care for me when the woman of my dreams was in front of me all along.”

The two of you closed their eyes and shared the first of many kisses that you’d both share with each other.

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secretsideblog1234 · 1 year ago

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I just want someone to covertly hypnotize me to be literally unable to say anything that refuses a man, to always say yes *VERBALLY* while leaving the rest of my prudishness in tact. This would include not being able to refuse to truthfully answer questions, and not being able to use safe words. I wouldn’t realize it at first but after the “could you hand me that stapler”, innocent enough, there’s the “can you spare some change” and the “would you like fries with that?” Hard to miss it when I can’t stop myself from ordering fries I literally don’t want, just because the female cashier is trained to upsell. I try to figure out what’s wrong, but I don’t figure it out in time. A man approaches me at a shop and asks for my number and to my horror I instantly provide it. He didn’t expect me to agree so quickly, he hadn’t even flirted, just asked a strange woman for her number. so he sees what other info he can get from me. Once he has my email and workplace, he asks for my address too. I feel like crying but he thinks I’m just begging for him to use the info against me. I go home thinking about changing my number, and I lock all the doors and windows, and resolve that tomorrow I’ll call the locksmith for better locks, but tomorrow is already too late. I hear a knock at my door and stay silent, going he’ll leave. He texts my phone asking if I have a spare key hidden anywhere and to my horror I remember I do. As hard as I try I can’t stop my fingers from texting him the exact location. Turns out the whatever is forcing me to agree to everything men ask for applies to text messages too. When he comes in and corners me, he asks if I want him. I want to say no. I can’t. Instead, my mouth says “yes please, take me no matter how hard I fight”. He asks if I want it rough, if I’m a freak who likes to get hurt by strange men. My mouth says “yes”. He gives me a safe word. I repeat it back to him. When I realize I can say it I try to say it immediately after he starts approaching me, to say it for real this time. Nothing comes out. He doesn’t notice my attempt. He asks again if I want this. I’m cowering from him and telling him “I want this”. when he’s on top of me, my instincts finally switch from “freeze” to “flight” as I try to struggle away from him but he thinks it’s all part of the game. He eventually gets tired of my desperate attempts and ties me up, leaving me ungagged in case I use the safe word. he hurts me, and sees me react in real pain. He notices I’m not even particularly wet. He checks in one finally time and asks if I really want this. I try to stay silent, hoping he’ll take that as a lack of consent. The hypnosis forces my mouth to open, telling him I need this. this is how I like to be treated. If my pain and fear make him hard, then I’m happy (I am not happy) One time he asks if I’d like to stop. I get my hopes up about the phrasing like a dumb bitch before realizing that, since I know he *doesnt* want to stop, answering the affirmative would be refusing his wishes. I try to tell him Yes, I’d like to stop and I want him to leave and never come back. I tell him to keep going, to do whatever he likes to me. He asks if he can invite some more friends over and I, of course, tell him I’d love that, wishing more than anything that he’d just leave. By the end of the night, I’ve agreed to everything they say, and all of my “no, please stop”s turn into “harder, hurt me more!” as they leave my mouth so they mostly stop asking me, and just treat me like a piece of fuck meat. I cry more that night than I’ve ever cried before, and they see my tears and laugh at what a freak I must be for liking this so much. At the end of it all, the first man (I don’t even know his name, even though he knows all my personal information) looks at me and says “you know, you seem pretty eager to be treated like this, it’s a bit of a long shot, but can I just take you home with me? It’d be great to have a slut like you just kept at home to rape whenever. What do you say?”

I never made it to work that day. I never made it home afterwards either.

#secretsidewrites

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nghtwngs · 2 years ago

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dincember prompt 3: gloves

description: it’s cold, and you seem to be gloveless. mando is quite stubborn and won’t let your fingers freeze off.

pairing: din djarin x mechanic!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers (eventually?), mutual pining, slow burn (im sorry i didn’t mean for it to be this way)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: pre-canon, he’s probably ooc i can barely keep my eyes open

a/n: this is for dincember 2022! im starting a little late cause i only found out about this last night and this includes prompts 1 through 3 (even though it started as 3, it just ended up that way) god i haven’t posted a fic since august but i plan on writing more for pedro’s characters and cassian (once i finally watch the last ep of andor)

You wonder if they’re as warm as they look.

Orange tips that have browned with age and blaster residue, soft leather worn and broken in, and large. The thought makes your neck heat with embarrassment and a hint of something else you’d rather not go figuring out. No, definitely not. Not when Mando is your employer, and much more recently, your friend. You don’t need to go making things weird for yourself or for him. Things are good right now. You like the routine you’ve both settled into, you like being around him, you like…

You squeeze your eyes shut when the word appears in your head, throwing your head against the back of the seat with frustration. Ow.

You like his gloves.

Along with having to adjust to living on the Razer Crest, you’ve developed a rather mortifying habit of staring at Mando’s hands. You blame his mannerisms for being so hypnotizing. The way his fingers strain and stretch the leather of his gloves while hovering beside his blaster during an encounter about to go wrong, the times he’s placed a gentle hand on your arm to make sure you’re alright, that day he pulled each of the fingers on his glove one by one to take them off and feel your forehead when you were coming down with a fever. Maker, what’s wrong with you?

You spring up from the chair, leaving the cockpit to find something to repair. Anything to get your mind off this and off of him. The heating unit needs a look at anyway.

Turns out, that had been a very good idea. The filter needs replacing, but you don’t have an extra one lying around, so you’ll be adding it to the list of items to purchase when you go out. You scribble down a few other parts you need plus the ration packs you know Mando likes (they’re the same ones you do), warmer clothes, and thicker blankets since the thermal system is at risk of catching on fire. You’re not going to be able to turn it on until you get that new filter.

You jump when Mando rests a hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at him. “Kriff, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he answers, pulling his hand away. “Are you ready to go now?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my jacket.” You slip on your winter coat, zipping it up. “You know, we need to change out that heating filter of yours. A few more days and it’ll burst into flames. When’s the last time you swapped it out?”

Mando thinks for a moment. You briefly wonder if his eyebrows are scrunched thoughtfully. “I’m not sure.”

You sigh dramatically. “What would you do without me?”

“Die, probably. The Crest has never looked better since you came.”

You grin.

You think he’s smiling back.

“Where are your gloves?”

Your eyes fall away from the filter selection and down to your hands. You glance at Mando. “Oh, I must’ve forgotten them when we left.”

Immediately, Mando pulls off a glove and slips it onto your hand. It doesn’t fit right, but it’s warm.

“What are you—?”

“You’re going to get frostbite,” he answers, slipping on the other glove. “Your hands are already freezing.”

“I have pockets. I can just leave my hands in them.”

“You need to be able to hold the starship parts. You like making sure they’re good.”

He noticed? Of course he noticed, you spend forever examining each part to make sure it’s good quality before buying it. You stutter, “But what about you? Aren’t your hands just going to get frostbite too?”

He crosses his arms to cover his hands. “We’ll buy some gloves.”

You grab his hands, looking into the pitch black visor of his helmet. “Can I?” He doesn’t say anything. You place his hands on the back of your neck, hoping to warm them a bit. The cold touch makes you shiver, but you keep them there for a long moment before letting go. “Okay, let’s go.”

It takes a minute for him to respond. He clears his throat. “You—you need to pick out the filter though?”

“I got it.” You grab a pack of filters. “They’re right here.”

After spending a slightly painful amount of credits on the filters (inflation is apparently just as awful on this planet too), you stop by a shop selling winter garments. There’s a table lined with gloves of all colors and sizes. A particular pair catches your eye right away, but then you see the price and wince. That’s a lot of credits. You try to find a cheaper pair, but they all seem to be about the same.

“Get them,” Mando suddenly says. It’s as if he can just tell what you’re thinking. “They’ll last a long time.”

“But they’re expensive,” you mumble. “We could use the credits for other, more important things.”

The Mandalorian picks up the gloves you were looking at and pulls off his from your hands, slipping the new ones on. They’re thicker than regular ones and warm.

“Then it will be a gift. For our first Life Day together.”

Oh right, that is in a few weeks. You’ve forgotten all about Life Day, having been so caught up in your work. But your brain holds onto one particular word: “first”. There will be more? Oh, Maker, you hope so.

It’s been a long time since you’ve received anything for Life Day. The loneliness has seeped into your bones over the years, numbing you from the inside out. This fills you with warmth, and it settles in your chest before spreading to the rest of you. You’re already wondering what to get him. What could a Mandalorian possibly need?

Your smile is much too soft to be for a friend. “Thank you, Mando.”

“You’ve done so much for me. It’s only fair I give you something in return for your skillful work.”

Your smile turns playful. “You pay me to do that, idiot.”

“You can’t be my mechanic if your fingers all fall off.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, gently shoving him with your hand. “I guess you’re right, I do like having all of my fingers intact.”

You pay for the gloves along with a few new jackets (that are fairly priced) and head out. You gasp, holding a hand out. “It’s snowing.”

Sure, the entire planet is covered in a blanket of snow right now, but you haven’t seen it snow in almost a full cycle. You can’t help but stare in awe at the beauty of it. The streets are lined with bright lights and decorations. It’s much more festive here than you’re used to. It’s beautiful.

You turn to see if Mando is looking at the decorations too, but you find his helmet already pointed in your direction. The beskar reflects the colors well, and you can see frost collecting on his armor. You think he’s just as beautiful. Your fingers twitch with the need to hold his hand.

“Are we done now?”

Your trance is broken. “Yeah, yeah.” You nod. “All finished.”

Your cheeks ache on the way back from smiling too hard. You have to pull your scarf over your mouth to prevent your face from freezing that way. You’ve never been so excited for Life Day.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian imagine #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #dincember 2022

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