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kingofthe-egirls · 2 years ago

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FOX TALES: LUFFY comfort + angst

fox tales

"I Am Not the Sun" by Maude Latour

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this is my place of worship,

coming here with you at night

i am not the sun

(oh my god, oh my god)

(you're everything i ever wanted)

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Luffy and you are tumbled together in bed, messy sheets and blankets wrapped around your tangled limbs. The ship rocks in harbor waves, gently lulling you both to sleep. Luffy murmurs, and you snuggle closer to him. One hand is thrown around his waist, while your head rests on his rubber chest. He's breathing heavy. You lift your head, "What's up?"

Surprised, you see tears running down his face. "A-am I–," he starts, then sniffles as he bites his lip, "Am I a good captain?"

He meets your gaze with big, gray eyes and your stomach drops. "Of course," you say, and throw your arms around his neck. You bury his face in your chest, and he sniffles wetly into your flesh. You tighten your grip around him. "You're an amazing captain, Luffy," you burrow your nose into his hair, and sniff. He smells like cinnamon, and sweat. You kiss the top of his head. "You notice everything about your crew," you say, and he tightens his arms around you, "Your crew is always in the forefront of your mind, no matter what anyone else thinks. You're so smart, Luffy. You're so affectionate, too. Everyone knows you love them."

"R-really?" he sniffs, and smiles up at you. Saltwater streaks down his face, and you bend to plant messy kisses on both his cheeks.

"Yes," you say, making sure to meet his gaze. Your foreheads press together. "No one else cares as much as you do. The decisions you make, the hard calls you have to make, you're always choosing the best path for us. You're messy, and an animal," you giggle, "But that's what we love about you." You place a hand on his cheek, wiping away the wetness with the pad of your thumb. His scar folds under your touch. "That's what I love about you, Luffy." You swallow, heat blooming in your chest, "I love you, Luffy. You're kind, and smart, and so funny," you giggle, and he does too. He hides his face in your chest again, and you hold him tight.

"Th-thanks, Kit," he says, muffled against your chest. "I'm just–," he starts, and stops. You pet his hair, softly. Crow feathers, you think.

His hands tighten in your tank top. "I'm afraid of being alone," he sniffles, and his chest heaves with sobs. You hold him tighter. Nothing in the world would separate you, now.

"You'll never be alone again," you say, repeating what he had said to you, all those months ago when he convinced you to join his ship. You would never regret that decision for as long as you live. You promised him.

"No matter what," you hold him even tighter against you, wrapping your legs around him in bed. You wanted to plant your love inside him like a seed, wanted to watch it blossom and grow. Wanted to see sunflowers sprout out of his hair. You bury your nose in his hair, and inhale. "I'll make sure you never have to be alone again," you say into his scalp, "I promise."

"Ace promised too," he mutters, bitter, and you let him heave heavy, ugly sobs into your chest. You didn't know your boyfriend and captain had lost so much so early, had had to grieve so young. Had learned that the adults in his life hated him, no matter what, that he hadn't been wanted anywhere. You hadn't grown up as a normal human, had sprung into earth as a messy teenager with a half-spirit body and feral fox instincts. Had had to steal and lie and cheat your way through survival, until he came into your life. Tumbling through the portal world head over heels and screaming. Just like you.

"I love you, Luffy," you say, tightening your arms around him even more. You wanted to press him into your body like wax, wanted the imprint of his fossil to be etched into your bones. "I'm gonna die someday. I'm sorry," you say, "I'm sorry if I die before you do–,"

"No," he shakes his head against your chest, "No, don't say that–,"

"It's the truth," you huff, "And I'm fucking terrified of dying. I've never had to do it before."

He huffs out a laugh, and so do you. The ship rocks, and lantern light flickers around the room. You flick your tails around him, rustling soft like feathers as you use them like a blanket. Like snow leopards, Chopper had told you. You were an arctic fox, after all.

"But I'll come back to fucking haunt you," You say, gently letting go of your captain's head so you can sit up. You push yourself back against the headboard. Luffy slowly untangles himself from your limbs, too, and sits up with you. His hair is messy, more like twigs and bracken, now, and he sniffs as he wipes his eyes. His cheeks are puffy, but he's smiling again.

"Yeah?" He asks, leaning sideways against the headboard. The scar on his chest glows scarlet under the lamplight. You reach out to touch it, and you feel his chest flutter under your fingertips.

"Yeah," you say, "I promise."

He leans forward, and kisses you.

"You better," he grins, and presses his lips to yours, hard. He tastes like saltwater. Your hands flutter around his chest as he deepens the kiss. His hands are on your face, rough and warm and gentle. He always minds his strength, around you.

Unless it suits him, of course.

Like now, when he wraps one arm around your waist, and makes quick work of tumbling you both back into bed, this time with you under him, his knee sliding between your legs. Your breath hitches in your chest, and he grins.

"Ready for me?" He asks, devilishly, and you nod.

Always.

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jikyuz · 4 years ago

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best teacher ever ✰ c. hyunsuk (m)

✦ pairing: slight dom!hyunsuk x gn!reader ✦ watch out for: making out, praise, innocent!reader ✦ words: 2.1k ✦ a/n: this was actually really fun to write ;-; i hope i did your request justice and that you like it sweetheart !! feedback is always appreciated as always !! ✦ listen to while reading: slow down by chase atlantic

The soft blanket was snug around your figure, almost lulling you into sleep but you fought against it. The night was young, it was right after sunset and the thought of missing out on quality time with Hyunsuk made you frown.

The date had been set, activities planned and schedules almost cleared. Of course he had practice during the day but he had promised to be right over when he was done. It was always a mystery as to when exactly they got done but it averaged a bit after sunset so you sat staring between the show on the TV and the door, hoping just looking at it will manifest your boyfriend.

Obviously, it didn’t, but when you got a text from Hyunsuk saying he was on his way to your place and to get the movies ready, you sprung up from the couch, throwing the blanket behind you and grabbing the remote and going into Netflix. Recently you had gone through the movies and picked out a few for the date night, putting them on a watch later list. Pulling that up, you wrapped yourself in the blanket once more.

As you scrolled through the list, reading descriptions and mentally debating with yourself over which one you wanted to watch first, you heard footsteps approach your door along with the jingle of a key in the lock.

It was less than a second before you saw the familiar mess of dark hair, his padded jacket nearly making him disappear but you noticed the tint of red on the tip of Hyunsuk’s nose as he took off his shoes and the jacket, revealing another jacket underneath. While he removed that one, you stood up, making your way over to him and slipping yourself into his arms wordlessly.

Although his skin was chilly to the touch, his chest was warm so you buried your face into the fabric of his shirt, smiling when you felt his hands rest on your back. His fingers rubbed your muscles and you signed in satisfaction, enjoying the jolt of electricity that passed through your limbs.

“I missed you, baby.” Hyunsuk’s voice was quiet and if you weren’t right there you were sure you wouldn’t hear it.

“I missed you more, Hyunsuk.” Pulling away just enough to see his face, you giggled at the way the tip of his nose was bright red as well as the tips of his ears. Leaning forward, you kissed his nose, muttering a soft, “cute” as you did it.

Instead of saying anything, Hyunsuk’s hands pressed on your back, guiding you towards him until you felt your hips bump into his. You gasped, your arms wrapping around his neck while you smiled at your boyfriend. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, his nose rubbing against yours before he leaned in, closing the small gap between your mouths.

At first the kiss was languid and soft, just the press of lips together until Hyunsuk tilted his head even more. The feeling of his lips parting slightly and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip had you pulling away, a surprised noise falling from you as you stared at Hyunsuk wide eyed.

Just the thought of him wanting to take the kiss further had your body heating up. Of course you wanted the same thing, you wanted to open your mouth and take another step in your relationship but there was one problem, you had little to no experience with making out with someone. The furthest you had gone was accidentally brushing your tongue with your ex while you were kissing but nothing else came of it, you had stopped immediately and nearly ran back home.

Hyunsuk didn’t hide the mix of confusion and disappointment on his face. He would never force you into something you didn’t want to do but he had hoped soon he would be able to take your skinship to another level.

“Uh, let’s start the first movie, I already picked it out.” You turned away from your boyfriend, mentally cursing yourself for pulling away when in reality you wanted the exact same thing as Hyunsuk.

“Of course.” Hyunsuk let go of your hand when you tried to guide him to the couch and you were about to start apologizing but you watched as he dug into the pocket of his jacket. The smile from before appeared again as he pulled out a few bags of candy along with some microwave popcorn.

“I brought snacks! I figured we could have some now and later make the popcorn.” His familiar cheery tone was back and you hoped he wasn’t still thinking about the awkward moment just seconds before. If he was there was no indication of it, his smile making your heart speed up just a bit.

Nodding, you fell back onto the couch, arms open and waiting for your boyfriend to join you. “Sounds good, now come here I need my cuddle buddy.”

As Hyunsuk set the food on the coffee table, he feigned hurt, one hand on his chest while the other was placed delicately on his hip. He raised his eyebrows, fighting the laugh that bubbled up. “Is that all I am to you? Someone to cuddle?”

Although he said that, he still sat next to you, opening his arms and awaiting for you to crawl into them and make yourself comfortable. Cuddling with Hyunsuk was your favorite pastime not only because he was really warm but also because of the small kisses he would plant on your head as you laid there.

“Nah you’re good at other stuff too,” you started, settling yourself in Hyunsuk’s arms. He moved to lay down on the couch, your ear pressed against his chest and you felt satisfied hearing the way his heartbeat sped up as you snuggled into him. “But your cuddles are the best.”

Silence fell over you as you pressed play on the remote, the movie starting with a black screen before opening to a million colors. You picked an animated movie for the first one, wanting to ease Hyunsuk into the scarier ones that were for later in the night.

It was only halfway through the movie when you felt it. One of your hands was resting on Hyunsuk’s chest, your fingertip softly drawing circles on his skin. One of his hands was stroking your back, right along your spine which caused a road of goosebumps to appear on your arm.

Although it was supposed to be an innocent gesture you felt your body heat up, a small fire ignited in your stomach when you looked up at Hyunsuk and saw the way his hair was slightly messy, eyes focused on the movie while his mouth hung open slightly. You were brought back to earlier in the night, the way his soft lips glided over yours. The searing desire to take it further not enough to interfere with your fear of not being good.

“Everything okay, baby?” You were snapped out of your thoughts when Hyunsuk turned his head to look at you, eyebrows raised in worry. “You spaced out there for a second.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just…” You trailed off, thinking of ways to tell Hyunsuk you wanted to make out without actually saying it. As you paused, Hyunsuk started to sit up, moving your legs so they were over his lap. His arm was still around your back while the other rested on your knee, encouraging you to keep going.

Instead of going on, you decided to swallow your fears. Quickly you moved one of your knees over so you were straddling Hyunsuk’s lap, your legs on either side of his. The way his mouth fell open made you smile, loving how you could tell how much you affected him. It was never a secret, but it made you feel better that you didn’t have to guess what he was feeling.

You leaned forward, pressing your mouth to Hyunsuk’s and nearly smirking at the gasp that fell from his lips. You kissed him once, pulling away to leave just an inch between you before going back in for another. It was quick and soft, nothing like what he had done earlier but you had no idea where to start.

“Baby,” Hyunsuk’s hands were on your waist, his feather light touch just enough to let you know they were there. “Is this because of earlier? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I got carried away, I’m sorry.” As he started talking you shook your head, not wanting him to apologize for your own fear.

“No, I want to… make out with you but,” You trailed off, looking anywhere but Hyunsuk’s face. The thought of making a complete fool of yourself flew through your head but if you were going to advance your relationship with Hyunsuk, you had to tell him eventually so you took a deep breath, your hands resting on his chest. “I just have no experience with making out with someone and I’m scared I won’t be good at it.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hyunsuk smile, his thumbs rubbing small circles in your skin of your hips as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “You’re so cute, baby.”

One of his hands moved to your chin, moving your head so you would look at him. Although he was smiling, his eyes were serious and held a hint of something darker, something that made the fire in your stomach to get bigger.

“It’s okay that you don’t have any experience, I’ll teach you then.” Your boyfriend shrugged, his smile turning more into a smirk. “I’m just glad you pulled away earlier for that reason and not because you didn’t want to kiss me.” He laughed lightly before he leaned closer to you.

“Do you want to learn now, baby?” His tone was encouraging, the hint of desire in his voice and you felt your legs almost turn to jelly with the way he was looking at you. When you nodded your head, Hyunsuk shook his, his thumb stroking your jawline. “I need you to tell me, baby.”

“I want you to teach me. Please kiss me, Hyunsuk.” You jutted your bottom lip out, scooting closer to him and gasping when you felt his thighs under you flex.

That was enough for Hyunsuk to give in, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips just as before. There was no sense of urgency, just the sweet feeling of his mouth against yours. As he pulled away, he left only a small space between you. “Just follow my lead, baby. I’ll guide you.”

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head. Leaning in once again, Hyunsuk tilted his head and you followed, enjoying the way your mouths slotted together much better like that. It was like two puzzle pieces finding each other. That kiss was more passionate, Hyunsuk’s hands on your hips grounding you and making you feel like every nerve was alight.

This time when you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip, you opened your mouth, inviting him in. An involuntary soft moan fell from your lips as your own tongue met with his. Warmth spread through you and you were sure the temperature in the room had rose as well. Hyunsuk left no area of your mouth undiscovered, the way his tongue tickled the top of your mouth making you shiver in his grasp.

Your fingers began tugging lightly at Hyunsuk’s hair, enjoying the low groans that fell from his lips when you parted for just a few seconds before diving back in. If this is what it felt like, you were upset at not reaching out earlier, loving the way Hyunsuk made you feel and the way he guided you into a whole new step in your relationship.

It seemed like a few seconds when you pulled away for good yet the movie in the background had the credits rolling. Your face heated up as you realized just how long you had been making out yet also feeling a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Wow,” Hyunsuk’s hair was disheveled from your hands, his lips slightly puffy and you were sure you probably looked similar. His face flushed as he smiled at you. “Are you sure you’re not experienced? You did so well, baby.”

You hit his chest lightly, chuckling as you leaned in to press another kiss to his lips. Instead of answering him you shrugged, your breath coming out in small bursts as you tried to tame the fire that was rising in your stomach. Surely you couldn’t get that worked up from just making out with someone but that was the power that Hyunsuk held over you.

“I guess I just have a good teacher.”

#this was longer than expected but ya know sometimes that happens lol #i hope you like it angel !!!!#treasure #hyunsuk #treasure imagine #treasure scenario #treasure smut #treasure hyunsuk #hyunsuk imagine #hyunsuk scenario #hyunsuk smut #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #hyunsuk imagines #hyunsuk scenarios

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 4 years ago

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period

very creatively titled, i know 😌

warnings: periods

word count: 1.1k

You woke to a sharp pain in your abdomen, which then faded to a dull ache. Your furrowed your brow, shuffling around in hopes of finding a position that would ease the pain. Unfortunately, this didn’t help much. Your sleepy mind tried to figure out what this pain was from. You racked your brain, wondering if maybe the pizza last night had done you in. Then you remembered something.

Your eyes widened as you realized what was going on. You sat up quickly, pulling away from Harry. He made a quiet whining noise, his sleeping form curling against the bed.

You yanked open the cabinet under the bathroom sink, searching frantically for what you needed. You sighed in relief when you found the white package, but your heart sunk when you realized there was only one pad left.

No, no, no, this can’t be happening, I can’t be out on the first day. How could I have forgotten to buy more?

Now you were going to have to go to the store, which was not something you wanted to do. All you wanted to do was curl up on the couch with Harry and eat ice cream straight out of the bucket. But no, your stupid uterus had to choose today of all days to try and kill itself. Lovely.

You made your way back to the bedroom, looking for a sweatshirt to pull on. Might as well go now while Harry was still sleeping. That way you wouldn’t have to move for the rest of the day.

“Why are you up?” He rasped. “Come back to bed.”

“I can’t, I have to go to the store. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.”

“Go to the store later,” he groaned, not even opening his eyes. “Please? I’m not done sleeping.”

“Well, you’re talking to me, so you’re clearly awake,” you smiled.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to be.”

“You don’t have to be. Just go back to sleep, I’ll be home in like half an hour.”

“I can’t sleep without you,” he said, finally lifting his head to look at you. “Please?”

“Fine,” you agreed, going over to the bed. “But only for a few minutes, I have to go- get something.”

“Get what?” He asked as you laid down. He wrapped his arms around you, causing you to inhale sharply when his forearm brushed against your chest.

“What?” He froze, looking concerned.

“Sorry, my boobs hurt, just- can you move your arm?”

He obliged immediately, resting his arm over your stomach instead. He pressed his face into your neck, sighing softly.

“I have to go to the store later anyways, we’re out of veggie straws and I honestly don’t know if I can survive without them. I can get whatever you need,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Oh, um, it’s- that’s ok, I can just get the veggie straws when I go.”

“Hiding something from me?” He laughed.

“No,” you blushed.

“Really, because you seem very flustered all the sudden,” he grinned, lifting his head to look at you.

“I’m not,” you said, avoiding his eyes.

He squinted at you, inching closer to your face.

“Then why won’t you tell me what you need from the store?”

“No reason, just- I thought you were sleepy?” You attempted to distract him, hoping he would just drop it. You knew he wouldn’t embarrass you if you told him, but you couldn’t help but feel a little awkward asking for this.

“I am,” he said, dropping his head to your neck again. “But now I’m curious.”

You rolled your eyes, lifting one hand to rest on his head. You ran your fingers through his hair, knowing this was the perfect way to distract him. It worked, apparently, because his lips turned up into a small smile and his muscles relaxed against you.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured against your neck.

“Didn’t plan on it,” you smiled.

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“Ok, I really have to go now,” you said, trying to shift him off you.

“No,” he whined, tightening his grip on you. “Just a few more minutes?”

“That’s what you said last time, and it’s been almost an hour.”

“Then what’s a few more minutes?”

“Because I need to go- get something,”

“Just tell me what you need,” he said, still not lifting his head from your shoulder. “I’ll go get it, seriously. If you go you’ll end up getting distracted at Target and you won’t be back for three hours.”

“Ok, fine,” you relented, but only because you knew he was right. “I need, um, pads,” you said quickly.

“Ok, can you send me a picture of the box so I can get the right ones?” He sat up, already getting out of bed.

“You’re ok with getting them?” You asked in surprise.

“Yeah, of course,” he looked at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, I thought guys thought it was awkward.”

“I don’t,” he shrugged, pulling a hoodie over his shirt. “Just the pads then, or do you need anything else?”

“If you happened to stumble upon some chocolate ice cream, I definitely wouldn’t be mad,” you smiled.

“Got it,” he grinned, stepping out of the door. “Oh, and unlike you,” he said, poking his head back into the room, “I actually will be back in half an hour.”

Then he ducked back out to avoid the pillow you threw at him.

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Just like he said, Harry was back in thirty minutes. He brought the pads to the bathroom before coming back to you, carrying ice cream and two spoons.

He climbed under the blankets, handing you the carton and grabbing the remote.

“The notebook?” He asked.

“No,” you said, your eyes going wide. “I’ll cry.”

“Fine,” he playfully rolled his eyes. “What then?”

“The office,” you decided, digging into the ice cream.

After a few episodes, you made Harry get up and put the ice cream away. You were seriously worried you would eat the whole thing if you didn’t stop soon.

When he came back, he saw the pained look on your face.

“Do you need some medicine? Or I can grab the heating pad-“

“No, it’s fine, just come here,” you said, holding out your arms to him.

He climbed over you, resting in between your legs and laying his head on your lower stomach. You sighed, the heat and pressure working wonders on your cramps. You ran your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a small hum.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, not stopping the movements of your hands.

“Anything for you, my love.”

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fandom-collective-writers · 3 years ago

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An Entrancing Melody (Kaisei Kuon x MC)

Fandom: Kings of Paradise (Voltage)

Pairing: Kaisei Kuon x MC(F)

Prompts: “Don’t act so innocent, I heard you.” “Those are the moans I love to hear.”

Warnings: NSFW, Wet dreams, Vaginal fingering, Cunnillingus, & Vaginal penetration

Written by: @voltage-vixen

“Keep doing that, Kaisei,”MC moaned, unashamed of the desperation laced in with her pleads as her fingers curled around the strands of her boyfriend’s hair, further disheveling his messy maroon locks.

Though words were not exchanged, Kaisei’s grip on her thigh tightened while his tongue plunged deeper into the warmth of her heat. She hummed in approval at the sense of urgency in his deliverance; each lick orchestrated in tantalizing yet pleasurable motions, urging her closer and closer until-

“MC, wake up,” a voice dripping in concern suddenly intruded upon her ear. “Are you alright? It’s okay, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m right here beside you.”

“Hmm?” MC murmured, blinking the lids of her eyes in a half-attempted effort against the illuminating shine of morning light pouring in from the window of the bedroom.

“That’s it, MC,” the same familiar voice coaxed, awakening more of her tired senses. “I’m right here. It’s time to wake up now.”

An abrupt and relieving cooling sensation pressed against her forehead wiping away at trickles of sweat beads, and a gentle touch rested on the surface of MC’s shoulder giving her an affection squeeze.

“Kaisei?” MC yawned, attempting to rub away the final evidence of sleepiness from her tired eyes. When she was better able to see his silhouette, MC was startled to discover that his brow was furrowed in worry. Water droplets were dripping from the washcloth that his fist was tightly clenched around. Gone was the normal façade of his carefree demeanor, and instead replaced with a rare form of uncertainty. “Um, are you okay right now?”

“Am I okay right now? How could you ask me such a question at time like this?” Kaisei yelped, his hands finding their way to the sides of her arms “I should be asking YOU if you’re the one that’s okay right now! You were making some pretty weird sounds in your sleep, and I was worried that you had pushed yourself again and had caught a cold.”

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! DREAM KAISEI WAS SO -AHEM- TALENTED THAT HE WAS ABLE TO MAKE ME MOAN OUT LOUD WHILE I WAS SLEEPING TO THE POINT WHERE REAL KAISEI BELIEVES I’VE FALLEN ILL!!

“Um, actually……,” MC gulped, her cheeks inflamed crimson from the embarrassment of the confession she was about to utter. “I’m not sick! I was…..dreaming.”

Confused, Kaisei tilted his head and gazed at MC questioningly. The features of his boyish charms were heightened and pronounced as his brain racked, seeking to solicit the mysterious meaning behind the implication of her words.

Dreaming? What does dreaming have to do with-OH.

“My girlfriend was having a naughty dream about me then?”

Kaisei’s ears perked up. That grin appearing on his face was brighter than a child’s on Christmas morning after seeing Santa Clause made an appearance down the chimney. MC had experienced that look on numerous occasions prior; realizing there was no stopping the man at this point. Although knowing what was in store for her, she could hardly be bothered to care. She was ready to comply and Kaisei have his way with her.

“Was I better in your dream than I am in real life?” Kaisei prodded, his gaze an expecting one.

Gone was the newfound confidence MC had rustled up due to the direct nature of his question. Panicking, MC squirmed and made a dash for the blanket to escape the accusing look in his eyes he was flashing at her.

“Now you’re acting all shy?” he smirked, tugging the blanket from MC’s hands as she tried to cover her face in shame at the humiliation of her blunder. “There’s no need to hide anything from me. Don’t act so innocent, I heard you. I heard just how much you yearned for me.”

Hitched breathing resounded throughout the bedroom as Kaisei’s gaze shifted up, indulging in the spectacle of MC withering before him while his hands spared no moments intruding upon her. The base of MC’s palm was braced firmly against the flat of the headboard of his bed, whilst the fingers on her other hand tousled in the ruffled strands of her lover’s hair. He reached under her nightgown to rip off her underwear and knelt down to admire the view of her bare. With his face cradled between the softness of her thighs, his fingers teasingly caressed at the velvet of her folds.

“Did ‘dream’ me make your body this hot?” Kaisei murmured in sync of the movement of his lips sucking down hard on her thigh, the heat of MC’s flesh blazing him. “Were you as wet for him as you are for me now?”

The director’s arousal twitched in the bask of MC’s reaction when his second finger joined his other deep by penetrating deep into the wetness of her dripping sex. A triumphant grin danced across his face when his partner’s head shot backwards into the pillows. The soles of her feet pressed against the muscles of Kaisei’s back to bring him closer to the rush of heat he was responsible for awakening within her.

“Well?” he murmured, purposely drawing out the rhythm of his movements to prolong the woman reaching her high before eliciting the rush of pleasure MC was ever so desperately pleading him for with the batting of those long lashes. Those very same lashes Kaisei that would bat whenever she stole a glance from him when she was with Shun. He loved her pretty eyelashes, and Kaisei loved MC even more greatly. Always one aiming to please, Kaisei inched his head closer to the sensitive bud that she was desperate to have touched.

MC’s body grew hotter and sweat trickled down the length of her abdomen as Kaisei’s hot breath grazed over her damp skin. He already knew the inner craving of her desires and exactly what it was she needed from him in that moment. The tension in her hips began to relax as she wanted to scream out in submission and demand Kaisei take her here and now.

Inflamed by a carnal appetite, Kaisei growled out in a desperate restlessness and latched onto the side of MC’s hips. MC’s attempt at rationalizing with him was ceased when the pads of his fingertips jolted a tingling sensation between her legs. His eyes were coated in a lustful glaze, and his heavy breathing transformed into what she considered to be a rabid pant. In that moment, MC’s legs wrapped around Kaisei more snugly. She knew he wanted her. In return wanted nothing more than for Kaisei to ravish everything she had to offer him.

Still holding his girlfriend’s body captured in an intense embrace, Kaisei’s tongue was drawn to her arousal glistening where his fingers were just occupying. Begging whimpers were muddled out in between the moans of MC as her body was melting into a puddle.

“Don’t hold back,” Kaisei’s encouragement enticing more of those entrancing melodies MC purred at the induction of his caresses. “Those are the moans I love to hear.”

Ready to devour and satiate his hunger, Kaisei’s tongue lunged yonder past her glistening slit and groaned at the immersing encompass of her heat. The way her hips bucked was a sheer indication of how close the woman already was to releasing the divine nectar he thirsted for. Taking care to apply special friction to her sensitive nub to deliver the care of foreplay he longed to shower his woman with, his fingers and mouth paid a special focus to ensure that eventually she would be able to fully encompass all of him. Still pent up from her prior dream, Kaisei didn’t have the chance to spoil her long since his assault soon induced her climax. MC’s balled up fist pounded against the headboard in satisfaction as her walls fluttered from the peak Kaisei instilled upon her. Touching MC alone was simply never enough to sustain the man, so he used this opportunity to greedily lap up her juices. He felt himself grow even more painfully hard while losing himself in the dusk of her natural scent.

“Appetizing as usual,” Kaisei muttered, before crawling up to rest his chin on MC’s swollen chest. He reached for her fist which had now gone limp and entwined his fingers around hers.

“Hope that woke you up a bit since I’m only just getting started with you. ‘Real’ me wants to find out which Kaisei is better in the sack.”

Squeezing his fingers tighter around their already enjoined hands, his hips snapped forward in attention to entwine their lower bodies as one, only beginning to draw out moans that would surely last late into the hours of burning oil.

#kings of paradise #kaisei kuon #voltage inc #kings of paradise fanfic #kings of paradise smut #kop kaisei #kaisei kuon smut #voltage fanfic #voltage smut

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rhaenyratargeryn · 3 years ago

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Title: sense

Pairing: Adam x F!detective

Summary: just a little scenario I imagine absolutely happened at some point.

Notes: ao3 link

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“Oh, thank god— Nate, please be the voice of reason here.”

The detective’s tone was one of intense exasperation, her hand rubbing across her eyes as she stood in the Warehouse kitchen opposite of Adam, who was appearing equally perturbed. A deep line had settled between his brows and he had crossed his arms at her words.

Nate suddenly regretted having not gone the other direction.

“Yes, please. As sense has seemed to have completely evaporated.” Adam countered, his eyes trailing over to Nate expectantly.

At a loss, Nate smiled faintly, “... what am I voicing upon?”

“She is putting herself in a position of unnecessary—”

“Adam doesn’t want me sleeping with my windows open!”

The detective erupts over Adam’s voice, earning a cool glare from the other man. Upon moving his gaze to meet Nate’s utterly bewildered one, his pale skin seemed to flush just a fraction. Realization of just how preposterous the detective’s explanation made him seem flitted across Adam’s eyes for the barest moment before he shoved it down deep.

“It is an issue of safety. Anyone could enter through that flimsy screen.”

“I’m on the second floor!”

“As if such a thing would be an issue for a supernatural.” Adam said, rising up taller, as if he’d won with that statement, “You would be safer staying here if you wished to sleep in such a way.”

“If supernaturals are coming to break into my apartment I don’t think glass or locks would be an issue either!” the detective said, throwing a hand up and out to the side in a gesture of utter annoyance.

Adam had no retort for that.

Nate wondered idly if they would notice if he slipped back out. He got his answer when Adam turned to him, eyes as near to pleading as the older vampire could get.

“She has a point,” Nate said slowly, gauging the way Adam’s expression shuttered.

“Fine.” Adam said with bite, “But do not expect us to come running when you place yourself purposefully in harm's way.”

He turned and exited the kitchen, the detective’s words following behind.

“It’s just a window! For goodness sake!”

Once it was obvious Adam had no intention of returning to the conversation, she sat down with a soft thump into one of the kitchen chairs, attempting to return to her coffee and breakfast with minor success.

“How on earth did this start?” Nate asked after a moment, moving to take a seat across from her with a rueful smile.

“I just mentioned how I was happy the weather was cooling down in the evenings… the air is nice and I sleep so much better at home when it gets all cozy like this.” the detective sighed, “And Adam well— was Adam about it.”

“He just cares.” Nate offered, an insufficient excuse for certain, “This is how he shows it.”

The detective looked doubtful, but did not question the honesty of Nate’s words.

There was no way she would stay at the warehouse tonight after that display. The detective returned to her own apartment, throwing open both her bedroom and living room windows the moment she arrived and enjoying the chilly air that had settled in the twilight hours.

She brewed a mug of tea and settled into her plush papasan chair, tucked a few pattern pillows out of the way and opened a book. It took awhile for her to turn her thoughts away from her own act of stubbornness, which had in turn put her back into the argument from that morning.

Theoretical arguments with Adam were a constant daydream, right next to the ones where he didn’t flinch when she reached out to touch his face.

It didn’t help that the novel was littered with romantic subtropes and finally, with a sigh, she closed it after darkness finally settled across the room. The detective closed the living room window a fraction, as was her usual routine and shut off the lights, heading to the bedroom.

That window she left wide open, changing into her pajamas even in full view. No one was typically out on that section of the street this late and she was high up enough not to worry about anyone getting too much of an eyeful. Even so, she changed quickly, keeping her bare back to the glass as she tugged on a large t-shirt.

After, she shut off the lights and curled into bed, sighing contentedly at the way the ceiling fan spread out the chilled, night scent of fresh clean air. It was nice after having to spend so much time keeping the heat out to huddle beneath the blankets and slowly drift off.

The detective had just fallen into a soft dream when her phone chimed. Groaning, she turned her face into her pillow.

The phone chimed again. And again. And then finally began to ring.

Throwing her blankets off, she fumbled for the device in the dark and answered.

“...speaking.” she mumbled, barely annunciating her title and name. On the other end, the familiar voice of a patrol officer greeted her.

“Hey, sorry to bug you so late. You got a sec?”

“Sure, sure.” she yawned.

“We keep getting calls from folks in your apartment block. They say there is some weirdo hanging around. Big hulking type. Got folks worried about break ins. Have you seen anything? I’m halfway across town so I figured I’d save the trip if it was nothing.”

The detective took a deep measured breath, held and let it out.

“It’s okay. I got this.”

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah. No problem.”

The officer thanked her profusely, apologized again for waking her and then once they hung up, the detective selected a number from her contacts and plopped back against her pillows.

The answer was quick.

“Commanding Agent Du Mortain.” came the clear, professional answer. Too clear. Too professional.

“Where are you?”

There was a beat of silence.

“I am patrolling.”

“Good, maybe you can help me then.”

“Is something wrong?” his voice lifted, the mask of disinterest fading.

“I got a call from an officer. Says a hulking, unscrupulous and unsavory character is loitering around my apartment parking lot.”

Silence.

“Have you seen anyone like that?” the detective continued, unable to hide the smile in her voice.

“Did you tell them it was handled?” came Adam’s terse, unamused response. The detective thought she heard the sound of his footsteps.

“Yes. Ya know, if you want to keep watch? In the future? Do it from inside.”

There was silence for a prolonged moment and then, the detective startled, sitting up and rushing to find the light at her bedside table at the sound that came from her hall.

“I am inside.” came Adam’s voice, both from the phone and the outside of her bedroom door, sounding way too smug.

The detective threw off her covers completely and marched to the door, throwing it open.

“As I said. Entirely unsound. You did not even hear me remove the screen—”

“Adam.” she said, voice terse and annoyed and tired. Whatever she hoped to say next was lost as her shoulders hunched forward and his expression softened a fraction.

It was then he seemed to note more fully her attire, standing before him in nothing but a thread-bare t-shirt that was so large it hung off one shoulder and a pair of boyshorts. The detective felt the sudden tension roil to the surface, warm and familiar and yet distant. Out of reach.

He swallowed thickly and the detective began to wonder just how long he had been outside her window.

“Just stay here… if you’re that concerned.” the detective said with a sigh, turning and crawling back into bed. She turned to look back at him, noting while his body was frozen his eyes had followed her every step of the way, blazing with vibrant green at the sight of her, half-dressed and lazing on the mattress.

“... I… I cannot.” Adam was at a loss, the prospect no doubt making his head spin and his heart hammer as intently as her own.

“You can. Since it isn’t all of the team, you should be able to find a place to sit out there.” she said with a nervous laugh, the spell breaking the moment Adam realized what it was she was offering. Tension rolled off his shoulders, relief in his exhaled breath.

“You meant in the living room.”

“Where else would I have meant?” the detective replied, making a point of lingering near one edge of the bed, leaving the side closest to him open and terribly inviting. For a moment she enjoyed watching the way his breath puffed from his lungs before catching. That tiny flicker of wanting that he snapped back up and hid down deep the moment it dared rear forward.

“I guess you could always bring a chair in here,” she said, yawning and stretching her arms above her head until the t-shirt rose up high on her waist, revealing the bare line of her thighs. She relaxed and watched Adam’s eyes follow the hem back down.

Without a word, Adam vanished from the doorway. For a moment, the detective felt her heart seize, worried she’d pressed too hard.

But in a moment he returned, one of the antique padded, high backed chairs from her small dining table in hand.

He set it by the window, making a point of glancing out over the parking lot before he sat down.

They lingered like that for a moment, the sound of insects, the soft breeze of the wind outside and the gentle whirl of the ceiling fan filling the silence.

“I’m going to turn the light off.” the detective warned quietly. Adam gave a nod. She leaned over and flicked off the switch, sitting for a moment in the darkness until her eyes adjusted and she could make him out.

He was watching her.

She settled under her blankets, stilling once she had become comfortable again and finding the sleep that had been right at the forefront of her thoughts suddenly illusive.

“...well, good night.” she said with a soft, nervous laugh. Her heart was beating fiercely in her chest. She wondered if he could hear it. No. She knew he could hear it. She willed herself to calm, letting her thoughts fade to the daydreams that helped ease her into sleep. Every once in a while she heard him shift, the sound of fabric, of the chair. His presence was a soothing one, even if it did also make her heart skip and patter in her breast.

It took awhile, but eventually her pulse settled and slowly she drifted back off to sleep.

The sound of her heart was like that of a rabbit caught in a snare at first, thrumming with beats and the flow of her blood, rippling like a stream. Adam had felt his own racing to match, falling in pace now as it settled and slowed.

He tried not to move. Not to make a sound. As if doing so would make his being here less— real. Less present.

It did not help.

It only took an hour or so before he could tell she was truly and wholly asleep, her soft breaths deep and even. At that point, Adam felt himself finally able to relax, able to set fully to the task of keeping a watch out over the complex.

This was why he preferred her to stay at the warehouse. Where he could stand watch without her ever knowing he was there. Which he did—every night she stayed with them. Distance made his chest ache, restrictive and demanding. Searching. As if his heart would escape his ribs if it could to seek her out, only calmed when she was near.

Adam knew this was not just fear for her safety. Knew it was deeper than that, but still refused to place the words that so obviously described the feeling to it.

But now, in the dark, in the quiet calm, he let them flit through his head.

He missed her when she was gone. Without reason. Without sense. Which was why he tried to attribute something rational, something vaguely resembling reason when he argued why she should remain at the warehouse. With them. With him.

This, Adam supposed, was suitable enough.

She shifted in her dreams, the blanket pulling from her legs as she clung to it. After a moment, she shivered. Adam stood, pulling one of the soft quilts from the bed out and laying it over her. He smoothed his hand down her leg from the knee, resting his palm on her ankle until she calmed once more.

He had to fight the urge to lift his hand, to retrace the soft path it had just taken. When the feeling was well under control, he returned to his spot by the window.

When the sun rose, Adam would be gone.

But for now, he closed his eyes and listened to her breathe.

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc fanfic #adam x detective #Adam x f!detective #twc Adam #twc Adam du mortain #adam du mortain x detective #Adam du mortain #do I have enough tags #twc fanfiction #NEVER!!#I enjoyed this I just wanted something yearning and piney and sweet #the irony is if Adam just said ‘I want you to stay at the warehouse because I like having you here with me’#she would be like OKAY *moves all her shit in*

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moonctzeny · 4 years ago

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pairing: sub! xiaojun x dom! femreader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 2.4k

warnings: femdom, power play, y/n calls him puppy twice, mirror sex, oral, handjob, cum eating, consensual degradation

a/n: this is so nasty omg I am highkey embarrassed for posting this 😳 also it’s my first femdom fic so please be kind 🥺❤️

“I don’t know, babe. I mean, aren’t I supposed to be the dominant one in the relationship? Aren’t I supposed to lead you?”

Xiaojun loved it when you were like that. Arms and legs intertwined into a bundle of your bodies, his head on your chest and your fingers in his hair. Covered by a thick blanket, you chose to stay in one of his t-shirts and your panties to overcompensate for the warmth. The thump of your heartbeat comforted him, the steady sound soothing him from being his typical nervous, jumpy self. And when faced with your question “Would you ever let me dom you?”, he was calm enough to hide his sudden arousal. Or so he thought.

You rolled your eyes at his answer, expecting him to be sceptical but not ready to give it up yet.

“What? Are we in the 50’s or something? We can play around during sex, you know. It doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

You could almost see the gears turning in his head, his thalamus making up images of you bossing him around, using his body for your pleasure. It makes him grow even harder in his shorts, the twitching obvious and pressing against your thigh.

“I mean, haven’t you ever thought that maybe you’re missing out on this great pleasure? Don’t you want to know what it feels like to really let go?”

He gulps at your words, his jaw twitching in search for the right words to say, yet he finds none. His whole body is vibrating with the weight of your suggestion, of the dirty thoughts you’ve so skillfully slipped into his head. And you can’t take him off your mind either. A picture of him with puffy lips and pretty eyebrows furrowed cutely. What a sight.

You weave your fingers deeper into his locks, tugging on them swiftly so that he has his full attention to you only. He is breathless and panting already, yet you haven’t even touched him. This sort of fragility isn’t good for you, you think. It awakens something in you that is as caring as it can be dangerous.

“I can make you feel so good”

You seal your promise with a kiss, his back arching to desperately reach your lips. Your tongue soon makes its way into his mouth, tasting the desperation of his kisses. This sweetness was what made this make out session so different and so, so much sexier. The anticipation, the hastiness, the hunger for something new.

He looks drunk when you pull away, and you push him off of you and on his back. You place yourself into your rightful throne, right over his lap, and you are ready to begin your reign.

“I- I j-just”, you hear Xiaojun stutter from under you, and you melt at the sound of your boyfriend’s small voice, “I really don’t know what to do”

You pet the front of his hair and you coo as he leans into the touch. The sight of him slowly falling into submission is just beautiful.

“Relax, baby”, you comfort him in a tone almost sickly sweet, “leave it to me, okay? I will lead you”.

He nods, whimpering, and you can feel him squirm from under you, restraining himself from rubbing up against you. What would you say if you noticed the-

“Tell me baby, there is something that’s been pressing against my thigh since we started.”

Xiaojun’s eyes widen in shock, a wash of red landing in clouds over the skin of his face. He thought he was good at concealing it, the mere thought of you knowing just how much this all aroused him making him hide deeper beneath his blanket. “S-sorry it’s my mpmph”

You suck your teeth at his response, reaching behind your lap for the hard member. You find it easily, from the way it’s poking your right ass-cheek to the way it’s peeking out from the leg of his shorts. The tip is wet with precum already, and you smirk at the obviousness of his arousal.

“What is it baby? I didn’t hear you. You shouldn’t mumble around me.”

You squeeze his cheeks with your other hand then, prodding the skin with your fingers until his mouth opens up for you. Slipping two fingers inside, you let the heat of his mouth engulf your digits, and it doesn’t take long for the sucking to begin. He is so good at this, so talented with his mouth but you can’t praise him yet. Not until he learns to speak clearly.

Xiaojun tastes himself along with the saltiness of your fingers. He also tastes the dirty bluntness of the words on the tip of his tongue.

“It’s my… boner”

Your fingers are nice and wet now, wet enough so that your hands can slide effortlessly around his swollen tip. It twitches underneath your touch as you trace his slit with the pad of your index.

“I think it needs something from me”

He nods with closed eyes and sealed lips, eyes dark and glossy when he reopens them. Xiaojun knew what he wanted, and he knew what he had to do to get it.

“Please, please, please”, he whines, voice breaking at the end of every repetition of the sinful word, “will you let me inside you?”

You grab the band of your panties with your thumbs, rolling them down your legs as he’s waiting anxiously for your reply. Lowering your hips in the slightest way you let his head graze against your velvet heat, and Xiaojun’s eyes roll in the back of his head at the feeling.

“Do you think you deserve this?”

You push yourself against him just an inch, allowing his tip to submerge in your pussy. Your panties managed to soak up part of your wetness but he still slides inside you with ease, one exhale away from giving him what he wants so badly.

“Yes, yes, please. I will be such a good boy, I promise”

Smiling at his eagerness, you take in the sight of your boyfriend shaking from under you with just barely a touch. You allow gravity to finally pull you fully down his lap, the feeling of his cock stretching you out making you both moan equally as loudly. He’s expecting you to move your hips, his dick twitching inside you and when you don’t, all he can do is whine.

You see a hand tentatively dipping inside your shirt, fingers gliding from your navel to gently flick your left nipple. It felt really good. Too good.

“Did I tell you to touch me?”

His fingers leave your breast in an instant, as if electricity had hit him, shyly retracting it with a blush on his face.

“N-no. I’m sorry”

You roll your eyes in fake annoyance and take your shirt off to tempt him further. You can see the internal conflict he’s going through, thinking if it’s worth defying you if it means playing with your naked chest. He decides not to and just takes a deep breath to calm himself, hands determinedly pinned on the bed next to your knees.

“Move, pup”

Xiaojun looks confused at your demand, staying still for a second before his needs take the best of him. You hover a little over his lap, his dick still inside you, and he starts humping upwards to engulf himself with your heat.

He looks absolutely adorable humping you like this, the desperation on his face waking up a part of you that wants to please him as much as it wants to make him cry. His thrusts were short at first, working out the mechanics of having to do all the work himself but soon his hips got the hang of it, hitting you deep and filling you completely.

You feel sorry for him a little and decide to lay your body on top of him, and Xiaojun’s immediately satisfied with the shift in positions. Two locks of hair cover his eyes and you carefully pet them away, admiring how handsome your boyfriend is. Your love for him overwhelms you and you dip down to kiss him, your lips moving painfully slowly against his eager ones.

“I’ll do you a favor. You can touch me now”

Xiaojun’s hands hover next to your sides for a good second, his brain unable to handle the sudden freedom he was given. He finally decides to grip the softness of your ass, nimble fingers massaging the skin greedily. You can tell he’s getting close.

“I’m gonna cum”

“Pull out”

He knows you’re on birth control. You’d let him cum in you hundreds of times before, today’s morning sex included. This is just another manifestation of your power play. And it turned him on even more.

“I can’t, it feels too good, let me cum inside you please, please”

You didn’t have time to respond. You could already feel his hips halt with a stagger, his hot come painting your walls, and the feeling’s too good not to moan along with your baby boy. Big brown eyes meet you after he’s done panting, his teeth chewing his bottom lip in abashment.

“I’m sorry”

“You think batting your eyelashes at me is going to get you out of trouble so easy like that? Get up.” You let his softening member slip out of you and he hisses at the sensation, his trembling knees barely holding him up on his feet. A small stream of his slick starts to drip out of you and down your thigh, yet you hold on against the uncomfortable feeling as best as you can. “Now get on your knees. Show me something worthwhile to forgive you by”

Your voice is stern, dominant. It compels him to shuffle on his knees in front of you with no second thought, eyes looking up at you just like you’d imagined at the start of your scene. Xiaojun’s not one to rebel twice and Xiaojun is a pleaser. Xiaojun is a good boy, and he’s gonna prove it to you any way he can.

The first lick of his tongue over your clit has the hairs on your arms stand on edge. You were already stimulated from your previous position, his little sucks on your swollen bud bringing you closer and closer to insanity.

“This is so dirty”, he mumbles against your clit, lips working hard just like you expected from him.

“It’s just a little bit of cum baby boy. If you had listened to me and pulled out you wouldn’t have to lap it up like a little puppy now”

He moans at the derogatory words and you play with his hair again, knowing the act of intimacy relaxed him. A suspicious weight on your feet makes you look at the floor curiously, only to find your boyfriend humping the curve of your ankles.

“As always, Junnie, you’re such a pervert. Hard again?”

“I can’t help myself. This is so hot”

The sight of his face half-covered up with a mixture of your slicks, the skillful circles of his tongue against your sensitivity, the feeling of his hardness rubbing against you. It all proved too much and your knees were soon buckling, with Xiaojun wrapping his hands around your thighs to support you.

He keeps on licking you even after the wash of white over your vision, determined to take everything you have to offer. Your legs are weak and thighs are shaking and you collapse on the floor in front of him, kissing him sweetly as a ‘thank you’, over and over again.

“We don’t have to continue. You deserve to rest”

You shake your head negatively, determination firing up inside you again.

“No, I said I will make you feel good”

You take his hand in yours, briefly kissing the back of his palm, and you lead him to the corner of his room.

There, propped up against the wall stood a full body mirror, fingerprints staining it lightly and reflecting your fleshy nakedness. You pat the space right between your legs, motioning him to sit in front of you, and soon his back is resting against your chest.

Xiaojun is shy to see himself so exposed, it’s easy to tell, his eyes avoiding to meet yours through the reflection. His feet are planted on the wooden floor, legs spread and red cock staring back at him. You wrap your fingers around his shaft after trailing his angry veins with your fingers, then start to fluidly move the ring you’ve formed with your palm.

He has more than enough precum to work with and you move around his length effortlessly, each pump making him moan even louder. He’s overstimulated, his last orgasm too recent for him to be recovered and you let him rest his head back and onto your shoulder.

You plant a kiss on the side of his exposed neck, one that turns into you sucking and biting on the flesh. The sight of him squirming in your arms, cock leaking and chest heaving is divine, and it motivates you to leave a purple mark on the skin under your lips.

“You’ve been trembling for so long now baby. Is it my hands? Or the way I kiss your neck?”

“Everything I-I’m s-so close. Please don’t stop”

You start jerking him off faster, admiring the marks your teeth left behind.

“Will you be a good boy and cum for me? Paint something pretty for me on the mirror?”

His abs flex at your words, cock bulging impossibly in your grasp and the first drops escape him, landing with impressive speed over the glass. You’re absolutely entranced by the blissed out look on his face, watching carefully as the ropes of cum drip down over the mirror, blurring the sight of you two.

“I love you”, you whisper as you continue to kiss his neck, gently and carefully this time. Your arms still safely keep him tugged in your embrace and he isn’t ready to leave you yet either, drunk in the aftermath of pleasure and the overwhelming feeling of your love.

“Forget everything I said”, he chuckles lightly, the vibrations making your chest tingle, “we’re definitely doing this again”

#neosmutcollective #neowritingsnet #xiaojun smut #wayv smut #xiaojun fluff #wayv fluff #xiao dejun #dejun smut #xiaojun imagines #xiaojun scenarios #xiaojun x reader #nct smut #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines

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colorseeingchick · 4 years ago

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Period Pains (Atsumu, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Periods. Suck. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. But maybe they can make it suck less.

A/N: Y’all can probably guess how my week has been :D. So this is mostly self indulgent and has definitely made me fall in love with all these boys much more. I may or may not stan Miya Atsumu now but we don’t talk about it (yet)

Warnings: None really! Fluffy and domestic wholesomeness. Post-timeskip.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu starts to stir from his sleep when he hears a loud prolonged groan next to him.

He presses his eyes closed when the lights suddenly turn on. Ugh.

He opens his eyes to see you waddling away to the bathroom with your hand pressed to your stomach. Hmm?

He looks down and sees a relatively large splotch of red staining the sheet. HAH!

Suddenly, Atsumu is very alert.

“Babe what happened! Did you get hurt?”

Mans throws (I mean THROWS) himself out of bed and pulls a pair of shorts on as he stumbles to the bathroom to check on you.

“Baby are you-”

He sees you by the sink, washing your shorts, the water discolored as it runs off.

Ohhhh yeah! You were on your period.

Headass’s mind blanked while in a sleepy haze.

You sigh. “Yeah I’m… fine-ish. I guess.”

He smirks and comes up behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist, one hand gently rubbing over your long sleep shirt, right over your lower belly.

He presses a slow kiss into the side of your head and rocks you side to side while you continue to wash.

“Did ya wake up cuz of the pain, babe?”

“Mhm. And I saw the stain then too. Ain’t my luck just great?”

He groggily laughs and presses more kisses along the side of your face and holds you tighter.

“You got this, babe. I’ll bring the sheets here, yeah?”

“Kay.”

This, in its own way, is enough to make you feel… less bad.

You were far from feeling okay at this point, but Atsumu knowing the drill and nonchalantly helping out at 2 am made things feel less apocalyptic than they were in your head..

Atsumu strips the bed of all its sheets, rubbing his eyes as he tries to keep awake.

Handing the sheet to you, he leans against the wall as you washed out the immediate blood stains.

Once you wash it out, he takes it from you.

“Clean yerself up babe.”

He takes the sheets downstairs and throws them into the washing machine.

He goes to the kitchen and grabs a banana and some dark chocolate (because we healthy in this household).

And some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet.

And runs back up to find you coming with new sheets in hand.

Putting your snacks down on your bedside table, he helps you pull the fresh sheets over your bed.

Sitting you on the bed, he hands you the food and sits next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder while you munch.

He gives you the medicine when you’re done.

“30 minutes- not bad. I think that’s our new record.”

He shuts off the lights and crawls into bed, opening his arms as you slide your legs under the comforter.

Snuggling into him, he nuzzles your forehead as he holds you close.

“Feelin better, babe?”

“Yeah… I’ll probably fall asleep in a bit or something.”

“Well, if ya wanna press up against me if that’ll make you feel better, ya can. And wake me up if ya need anything.”

“I will, Atsumu. Thanks.”

“G’nite, sweetheart.”

BONUS: you wake up late the next morning, Atsumu still holding you flush against his body.

Now that you slept well (thanks to the meds and Atsumu) and woke up without pain, you’re suddenly in a very affectionate mood.

Wiggling up, you find your way to Atsumu’s face, giving him a couple of soft pecks to his lips.

He stirs in his sleep, kissing you back.

But even after you had pulled away, he kept kissing at the air, trying to find your lips in his sleepy haze.

It was pretty funny.

He’s a headass, you’re not gonna lie.

But he’s your headass! And that’s all that matters.

Akaashi Keiji

Before even coming home, Akaashi knew you were going to be on your period today.

Your period tracking app was synced to his phone, so he knew when to prepare for your worst days with snacks, supplies, and lots of affection.

He hated how busy he was, that he couldn’t be home to take care of you. So making sure you had everything you needed was the best he could do.

But when Akaashi comes home and can’t find you anywhere, he starts to worry.

Where were you? You would usually always greet him when he came home, even when you were on your period.

He gets his answer when he hears sniffles and hiccups coming underneath the lump of blankets on the couch.

Akaashi knows that if you were ever fully underneath the blankets, there was something really wrong.

Taking his jacket off and throwing it over a chair in the kitchen, he rushes to your side and pulls the blankets delicately off your head.

“What’s wrong, darling.”

“H-hi Keiji. I’m s-sorry I didn’t m-mean to *hic* hide from you I j-just don’t feel too g-good.”

Your breath was so shaky and Akaashi’s heart shattered watching you.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, dear.” Akaashi asks you in a whisper.

“My tummy just hurts so so much and it won’t go away I-” your sobs begin to rack through your whole body.

“Did you take medicine? Heating pad?” He asks gently as he runs his hands through your hair and wipes the tears off your face.

“N-no… I hate taking medicine Keiji you know that. But I took a hot shower and I hoped it would help and it didn’t.” You attempt to stifle your cries to talk coherently, misery wrapping around your soul.

“Alright then, give me a second, darling, and I’ll do whatever I can.”

After changing, Akaashi comes back downstairs to the couch and makes his way over to you.

He pats your head gently, “can you sit up for me?”

He swings his legs up onto the couch and opens his arms and legs so you could place yourself between all his limbs.

Crawling up to him, he turns you so that your back is pressed to his torso.

Immediately, Akaashi’s hands snake around your waist and find their way to two sides of your lower stomach.

His fingers gently message you, moving around to try and find which spots need his attention, all while he coaxes you into being relaxed.

“Shhh darling, you’re okay. I’m here and I’m going to shower you with my love. Just relax and let me take care of you, okay dearest?”

You nuzzle back against his chest, letting his words, touch, warmth, and smell fill all your senses.

“Keiji… how was your day?” You murmur, tilting your head back in an effort to look at him.

He smiles, warmth spreading through his body as he realizes even while in pain, you still want to carry on your daily check-in on him post work.

And so Akaashi tells you all the stories from the day- his new assignment, how panicked he got midday when the office went into crisis, a surprise visit from a certain owl during lunch time.

You listen attentively, but your hands subconsciously move his larger hands to the center of your lower abdomen, where he starts to gently rub, leaving your skin tingly and chest lighter.

“Do you feel better, Y/N?” after sitting in comfortable silence for a little, he decides to ask.

But when he got no response, he cranes his neck to check on you.

You had fallen asleep in his embrace, a sweet smile slowly creeping across your face.

He smiles too, overjoyed to know that he was able to relieve you of some of your pain.

“Goodnight, my love.” He whispers to you, his eyes slowly shutting, arms still on your stomach.

BONUS: at around 2 am, Akaashi wakes up, realizing he was still on the couch.

You, however, were nowhere to be seen.

Getting up, Akaashi heads to the kitchen to grab water, assuming you were already in bed.

Instead, he found you in the kitchen too, the smell of pancakes flooding the space.

“Keiji! We never ate dinner. I’m sorry I made you fall asleep without eating.”

A small smile appears on his face and he rubs his sleepy eyes.

“It’s okay, dear. I’m just glad you could sleep some.”

“Do you want pancakes?”

“I would love some.”

Sugawara Koushi

Like Akaashi, Suga knew what was about to happen when he got a phone call from you as soon as he was leaving school.

Regardless, hearing you sniffle over the phone activates every protective instinct in his body.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Koushi, do you love me?”

A dumb question, obviously. Suga showered you with affection and endless praise on a daily basis for you simply just breathing. The most supportive of boyfriends!

But alas, insecurity still creeps up at times. And Suga gets it.

“I love you more than anything else, Y/N.”

“Can you come home, Koushi? I miss you.”

“I’m on my way, love. Give me 10 extra minutes, okay?”

Suga hopped into his car to head home, stopping by the store to pick up a few things.

He grabbed a pint of your favorite ice cream, your favorite chips (because do you want sweet or savory today? Only time will tell), and some flowers before heading home.

The moment he steps through the door, you throw your hands around him and groan out of frustration, pain, and just general dejectedness (don’t @ me for projecting I swear).

Suga smiles down at you, knowing that he can bring you some peace, and pulls you against him, flowers and bag still in hand.

“Let me go change, my love. These are for you.”

Your generally miserable disposition shifts as your nose is filled with the aroma of fresh flowers. Sweet and gentle scents always managed to lift your spirits, and Suga knew that.

“Mkay.”

Once Suga came downstairs, he headed to the kitchen to warm up some water to pour into a water bottle.

“Sweet or salty?”

“Salty.”

He grabs the warm water bottle and the bag of chips and makes his way over the couch where your eyes were begging him to shower you in love (which he was more than happy to do).

Sitting down and opening his arms, you pull yourself against his side, hugging him tightly and nuzzling against his chest.

He rubs your head before sliding his hand down, soothingly rubbing circles onto your back.

His other hand goes to place the warm water bottle on your lower abdomen, which you hold in place by pulling your legs up to your torso.

“Koushi, why do you love me?” You murmur against him. “I’m so whiny and clingy and annoying and insecure and you’re perfect�� you deserve the best. You shouldn’t have to put up with someone like me-”

“Hey.” Suga gently but sternly cuts you off.

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, and I don’t appreciate you talking about her like that.” He looks down at you and melts as he sees your puppy dog eyes staring back up at him.

“Koushi, I’m not wrong though. I am all those things.”

“And? I love you for it. I love that you whine for me and cling to me- it makes me feel wanted. I wouldn’t call you annoying, that's not your call to make. And insecure? That’s natural, my love. Everyone's a little insecure. I’m a little insecure. You’re not perfect and neither am I. And that’s okay. I don’t wanna love perfect. I want to love you and only you, okay?”

Tears prick your eyes but you feel better with Suga’s words of reaffirmation. He’ll tell you no matter how many times you need to hear it. “Thank you Koushi, I love you so much.”

“Shh, my love. Don’t cry. I love you, too.”

His grasp on you tightens as you relax against him, your breathing synchronizing.

“You wanna watch some TV?”

“Yes please.”

“Chips?”

“Mhm.”

Single word exchanges and the warmth of Suga’s sweater keep you connected as you allow yourself to forget your physical and mental pains.

Suga always knew exactly what you needed to hear, and never hesitated to tell you. No matter how ‘out of the blue’ or random it may have felt, he was always there for when you needed him.

BONUS: you guys settle on watching a romance movie, Suga feeding you chips while popping some into his own mouth as well.

But once the movie got to the really sad part, you started crying (sometimes movies just made you cry, but hormones made it so much worse).

“Baby, don’t cry, it’s just a movie.”

“But Koushi, you’re crying too!”

In honesty, Suga’s face was very tear-streaked as well, his sniffles hushed.

“Okay fine, we can both cry together.”

And so you did! Both of you cried, emotions fully invested in the movie, chips still being munched on while sobs shook your bodies.

It would have been a goofy sight to any onlookers, but it was the pinnacle of your relationship- emotionally vulnerable, intimate, and domestic. True perfection, if you were to ask me.

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sergeantsporks · 3 years ago

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Another Shot At Life

Rating: General Audiences, Gen

TW: Child abuse, emotional manipulation

Ao3

Hunter accidentally makes his way into the human realm and can't get back home. But he's discovering that might not be such a bad thing.

Ch 3/7: Rainstorm

Ch 1, Ch 2

Vee wrinkled her nose at Hunter as she passed him. “Are you seriously never going to change?”

Hunter tugged his cloak more firmly around him, setting down his sketch of the portal door. “I like my uniform. It reminds me of home.” He pulled off his gloves. He’d need titan blood to get home—he couldn’t risk anything happening to the bit on his gloves.

“You’re going to start smelling.”

“Vee, be nice,” Camila commented as she strode by, “But—yeah, Hunter, I think she might be right.” She grabbed some odd… weapon, maybe? It was like cloth attached to a curved handle. “I’ve only got a couple of appointments today, I should be home soon. We’ll watch something together, I’ll make popcorn. You’ll like popcorn, Hunter.”

Hunter jumped up, skidding in front of the door. “Are you crazy?” he yelped.

“What?”

“It’s pouring out there!”

Camila blinked. “Uh… yeah? That’s why I have an umbrella? Sweet of you to be concerned, though, thank you.”

Vee giggled. “Oh! Hunter, the rain doesn’t boil here.”

That was what Uncle Belos had told him, but... Hunter glared distrustfully out the window at the water pouring down from the sky. “Are you sure?”

Camila stepped out onto the porch, holding up her cane weapon. It extended, forming a canopy over her head. She held a hand out to Hunter. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

He gingerly reached for her hand, and she grabbed it, pulling him under the… umbrella? She gently tugged him out from under the porch overhang, splashing into a puddle. He scooted closer to her, staying under the protective dome of the umbrella.

Camila held one hand outside of the canopy, the raindrops splashing harmlessly on her skin. “See? Not boiling. You try.”

Hunter tentatively reached out, his hand stalling at the edge of the umbrella’s protective area. Camila nudged his hand out, and he winced as the first raindrops hit his skin, reflexively jerking his hand back in.

It was fine. No burns. No heat. He poked one finger out, drawing it back in quickly. Still nothing.

Camila put her hand over his, and he tensed. She gave his hand a squeeze. “Hunter. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He reluctantly let her pull his hand out in the rain, flipping it palm-up, and cool, fat droplets splattered down on his open hand. “See?”

Hunter blinked at the rain, wiggling his not-burning fingers. “…Huh.”

Camila walked him back to the porch. “I have to go back now, see you two soon.”

She got in her car and drove off. Hunter stood on the porch, watching the rain.

“Are you going to come inside?” Vee asked in the doorway.

Hunter stuck his hand out in the rain, then pulled it back in quickly. Nope. Still not boiling.

“Hunter?”

Hunter took a deep breath, and stepped out into the rain, tilting his face up. Raindrops splattered down his face, and he was almost instantly soaked. He kicked a puddle, and a laugh escaped his mouth. It didn’t boil. It really didn’t. He whirled back around to face Vee.

“It doesn’t boil!”

She looked vaguely amused by the whole thing. “No, it doesn’t.”

Hunter jumped in a puddle, soaking his feet. “Ha!” He dashed up to the house and grabbed Vee’s hands, dragging her out into the rain. “Isn’t this great?!”

She kicked a puddle at him. “I’m cold-blooded!”

“Oh. Yeah. It’s not that cold, though.”

Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by an echoing boom, and Vee shrieked, disappearing into the house. Hunter gave the sky a regretful look, and followed her, closing the door behind him. Red fluttered to his shoulder, then chirped irritatedly at how wet he was, and flew back into the air, shaking water off of its feathers. Vee was nowhere in sight, but she’d left behind puddles of water that he followed up the stairs and to her closed door. He tried the knob. She hadn’t locked it this time.

Hunter poked his head in the room. “Vee?”

Her eyes blinked at him from under the bed, and she hissed.

Hunter reached under the bed. “Hey, what are you—”

Sharp, needlelike teeth pierced his hand, and he jerked back. “Ow! Hey, what’s wrong with you?!”

“I don’t want to,” she yelled, “Go away!”

Red landed on the ground, starting to hop under the bed, chirping softly. Hunter reached out and grabbed it. “No! She’s scared, she might hurt you on accident!”

Red warbled reproachfully at him, and gently pecked his fingers until he let go. The little palisman hopped closer to Vee, nudging her hand and chirping reassuringly that she was okay, and no one would hurt her—not that she could understand it.

“Vee?”

There was another peal of thunder, and Vee hissed again.

Hunter got flat on his stomach, peering under the bed at the basilisk. “Hey. Does Camila know that you’re scared of thunder?”

Vee shook her head.

“Okay. I won’t tell.”

Vee crawled out from under the bed, cuddling Red to her chest. She flinched as another peal of thunder echoed, but didn’t go back under the bed. “Why would I want to hide it from her?”

Hunter sat up. “I—uh—I mean…” he thought about it. “I—I don’t know?”

Vee nudged him. “You’re soaked.”

“So are you.”

“Yeah, guess I am.” Vee stood up. “I’m going to change into something dry. You should do the same.”

Hunter squeezed water out of his cape. “I’m fine.”

“You’re going to catch a cold, and you’re going to get the couch soaking wet.” Vee opened a closet and threw a towel at him. “Get changed.”

Hunter made a face at her, but traipsed back down the stairs, picking up the clothes Camila had left for him. They were a bit big, but not so big he couldn’t just put his belt back on. Goosebumps rose on his bare arms. He did not like this. There was no defensive value to this outfit. He glanced regretfully at his dripping-wet armor. The padding on the inside of that would take a while to dry out. He shouldn’t have gone out into the rain wearing it.

There was another rumble of thunder, and Hunter heard a crash from upstairs. When he got up there, Vee was under the bed again. She didn’t hiss when she saw him, though—a little voice in the back of his head said it was because he wasn’t wearing the uniform of her abusers.

Hunter reached under the bed again gingerly, ready to pull his hand back if she tried to bite him again. “Hey—c’mon out, it’s just noise.”

Vee grabbed his hand, pulling his arm under the bed. “Whoa. You’ve got a lot of scars.”

Hunter yanked his arm away, tugging at the short sleeves he was wearing in a useless effort to cover all of his arms. “Hey! Don’t…”

Vee crawled out from under the bed, sitting next to him. She tugged up the sleeve of her own hoodie and held up her wrists, which had thick scars on them. “They kept us chained up, and the manacles rubbed away the skin.” She tugged the hoodie sleeves back down. “No matter what form I take, the scars still follow me.” She stared at him expectantly.

Hunter crossed his arms, staring up at the ceiling. “When I was… little… I didn’t listen. I was always getting into trouble. Emperor Belos, he… he has a condition. And… he gets these attacks. And… when I was still new, I… I wanted to help. And… he would lash out. It wasn’t his fault,” he added hastily, “He isn’t trying to hurt me, he can’t control himself during the attacks, and I kept getting too close, and… And then when I got older, I finally learned my lesson and stopped trying to help. It was my fault. All of them were—I never listened, I talked back, I was awful.”

Vee set Red in his lap. “Hey, Hunter? How many of those scars actually happened during an attack?”

“A-all of them.” Hunter scratched his palisman’s head, hands trembling. “I would set him off when I misbehaved, because emotion makes curses act up, you know, so when I made him mad, it would—”

“Hunter!”

He jumped. “What?!”

“That’s not—he hurt you!”

“It was my fault! I deserved it!”

Vee groaned, putting her head in her hands. “You need help.”

Hunter crossed his arms again, pressing his arms to his stomach so that the extra fabric of the shirt would hide the scars. “I’m fine.”

Vee sighed, opening her closet door and tossing him an over-sized hoodie. “Whatever you say.”

He tugged the hoodie over his head, and relief swept over him when his scars were covered up. “Um… Don’t…”

“Let me guess; tell Camila?”

Hunter pulled the hood of the sweater up, twisting the drawstring around his finger. “Yeah. That.”

“Hunter, Camila is… she’s a good person. You don’t have to hide anything from her. What are you scared she’ll do?”

“I—I don’t know, I just…”

“She won’t hurt you.”

“I know that, I just feel like…”

“Feel like what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Hunter?”

Hunter threw his hands up in the air, startling his palisman. “I just—I’m scared. Okay? I don’t know what I’m scared of, I’m just scared. And I know it’s stupid! I know you keep telling me that Camila won’t hurt me, I know she hasn’t hurt me, there’s no reason, I just… I just still feel like I need to hide.”

“Who are you hiding from?”

“Camila. Kikimora. Belos—I don’t know. I just…”

Red snuggled into his hood, chirping softly.

It’s okay. I’m here.

Hunter pulled his knees up to his chest. “Why do you hide from the thunder?” he shot back at Vee, “It can’t hurt you, it’s just sound, and hiding under the bed isn’t going to protect you from it.”

Vee sighed. “Yeah. Okay. That’s fair.” She stood up. “Did I ever teach you how to use the stove?”

“I know how to use a stove.”

“Okay, come on, then. I’m freezing—you owe me some hot chocolate.”

Xxx

Camila shook water off of her umbrella, leaning it against the door and stepping inside the house. Vee was huddled under a pile of blankets, Red the cardinal perched on her head, and Hunter was sketching that odd door picture again.

“Oh, hey, you got changed!”

He nodded. “My uniform got soaked.”

“Anything interesting happen while I was gone?”

Vee shot Hunter a very pointed glance that Camila wasn’t sure she wanted to know the meaning behind, and nodded. “It thundered, and it really scared me.”

“Aw, Vee, mija, I’m so sorry. I’ll pick up some earplugs the next time I go shopping, okay?”

“Thanks, Camila.” Vee extended a hand from her blankets and scratched Red under the chin. “Red helped me through it.”

“Really? That’s sweet.” Camila smiled at Hunter. “Thank you for sharing your palisman with Vee. That was very nice of you.”

His whole face turned beet red and he flipped his hood up, pulling the drawstrings tight and mumbling something incomprehensible.

Camila set her purse down. “Alright what do we want to watch? Tomorrow’s my day off, so we can stay up late.”

Vee brightened. “I want to watch Stephen Universe!”

“Again?”

Vee shrugged. “I really like Amethyst. Besides, I think Hunter will like it.”

Camila laughed. “Alright, Stephen Universe it is.”

Xxx

“I’m going to tell the emperor.”

You can’t hide from me, Hunter.

“Red!” Hunter snapped awake, fumbling for his palisman. The bird landed on his chest.

It’s okay. I’m here.

Hunter gently patted the bird, sinking back into sleep. “Yourrrrrre okay,” he murmured, closing his eyes again. “You’re…”

Don’t talk back to me!

Hunter, you cannot upset me! The curse will hurt you.

“Hunter?”

Someone shook him, and Hunter lashed out, punching Camila right in the face.

The blood drained from his face, and he put his hands to his mouth. Oh, Titan. Oh, he’d—oh, no. “Sorry,” he squeaked.

“Ow!” Camila fell backwards, holding her nose. “Ow—you’ve got a strong arm.”

Hunter didn’t move. He held stock still, eying her warily. Camila was nice, but he’d just attacked her. That wouldn’t just fly.

“Sorry if I startled you. It was just—you looked like you were having a nightmare.” She blinked at him, her face lit up by the blue glow of the TV. “Hunter? Hello? Are you okay? Say something.”

“Sorry,” he said again.

“Hey—it’s okay. Heck, I’ve gotten bitten by Vee when I startled her before. If anything, I should learn not to surprise people. Are you…”

Hunter curled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. “Just… a nightmare.”

Camila gingerly reached out, putting her hand on his shoulder. It was… odd. It felt nice. Comforting, even. “Hunter, I… I know you don’t like talking about your home life, but has Belos… does he hurt you?”

Hunter recoiled. Why did everyone keep going on about that?! “Not on purpose! I—it’s the curse, and if I make him mad, it makes him lash out, and—it’s my fault, really.”

“Hunter, he shouldn’t hurt you, curse or no!

“It’s not his fault!”

Camila shook her head. “There is no excuse, Hunter. None. I don’t care if he has a curse. He shouldn’t—and he certainly shouldn’t blame you for it.” Camila wrapped her arms around him. “I am so, so sorry that he made you feel like you were the problem. And I am so glad that you’re here now, instead of there.”

Hunter felt tears spring into his eyes. No one had ever… apologized to him. And Camila was just so… warm. And soft. And he hadn’t even had to do anything—she didn’t ask him to do anything, she didn’t need him to do anything, she just… wanted to help him. She was the exact opposite of Uncle Belos.

And it was worrying how much he liked that.

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #toh hunter #camila noceda #vee noceda #my writing

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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Vanilla Lattes [Frankie Morales x F!Reader]

Summary: You camp out at the coffee shop in the midst of a thunderstorm, only to be awoken by a soaking wet man with puppy dog eyes, who is struggling outside in the rain. You let him into the warmth, offering him a lot more than just a vanilla latte to satisfy his sweet tooth.

Warnings: drink mention, brief mentions of anxiety and a few sexual innuendos.

Word Count: 4,200 words

Masterlist

You took a deep breath, hunching up your shoulders as you fumbled with the key trying to unlock the front door. Your hands felt like ice, the cold stinging your fingers and even making them swell up slightly. The key got jammed, again. The heavy raindrops pelted against your back, drenching you, and you couldn’t help but let out a prolonged groan of frustration. Pressing your body weight against the door and wriggling the key into the lock, you were grateful for the bolt of lightning which provided you with a temporary illumination to see what you’re doing. Hearing the lock click out of place, you sighed with relief as you managed to shake the door open and entered the coffee shop almost in a turbulence. You slammed the door shut before locking it behind you and turned on the light.

The chairs had been stacked neatly on the tables from the night before, the floor had been swept and mopped, and an overwhelming smell of lemons filled the room. It must have been the new air freshener your boss had purchased after the last one exploded. You slid out of your shoes, not wanting to leave a puddle of water with every step, and took off your coat, hanging it on the radiator. You checked the time on the wall clock. 3:45am.

Your apartment was shit. Your landlord was shit. And everything was going to shit. The thunderstorm had been going on for days now. At first, you were coping, despite the power outage. But now apparently there’d been a leak in the building’s boiler room and your apartment had no heat at all for the past day and a half. It was far too cold to sleep, no matter how many fluffy blankets you had to hide under. So, in the midst of the night as you tossed and turned, you were struck with an idea. You could camp out at work. No, it wasn’t the most convenient of places and if your boss found out you’d most likely be fired but at least it had heat, and lighting, and at least you could catch a few hours of sleep before it opened for business.

Thankfully your hair wasn’t too wet to begin with, thanks to the hood on your coat, and as the front of the shop began to warm up, you were able to cozy up. The mismatched patterned rugs and the dim amber lights created the perfect, homely environment. There was a sofa in the back room which you contemplated sleeping on but it was torn and covered in suspicious looking stains, so you decided to just stay out front, take a chair down and sit at a table, resting your head against the oak wood.

There was no telling how long you were asleep for when you heard a loud thudding knock against the store door. You bolted up and your eyes snapped open as you tried to distinguish the silhouette who was standing behind the glass. All the lights in the shop were on which meant he could definitely see you, but the blackness of the night sky meant that you couldn’t make him out at all. You were struck with fear, cursing yourself for coming to the coffee shop in the first place. The figure continued to bang their fists against the door and your mind started to race as you wondered what to do.

They could be anyone. They could be a serial killer. Should you call the police? You tried to shake away your anxious thoughts, promising yourself that the chances of the silhouette being a mass murderer was slim-to-none.

"Hey! I see you in there! Please- please could you let me in? I'm f-ffffreezing." The voice was deep, masculine, and it didn't necessarily sound local. You almost wanted to stifle back laughter at how they drawled out the word 'freezing'. Feeling less afraid, but still hesitant, you slowly approached the door until you could get a clearer look at the person.

It was a man, and he was soaking wet. He was wearing denim jeans and a pale green shirt. Well, it looked like it was meant to be pale green, but the rain had darkened it considerably and it clung to his body uncomfortably. In his hand, he held a soggy map and a baseball cap. He looked up at you with big brown pleading eyes as if he was waiting for you to open the door. You'd be foolish to open the door to a stranger in the dead of night.

But of course, you opened it anyway, and he didn't move an inch. He continued to stand still at the door frame, staring at you. You were lost for words. Was he going to pounce on you? Attack you? You could just slam the door in his face and leave him out in the storm... that was always a possibility.

"May I come in, p-please?" he asked politely through a shiver, and your heart sank into the depths of your chest. There was no way a man as softly spoken as him was going to put you in any kind of danger, and you almost felt bad for assuming that he would. You nodded, quickly stepping out the way so he could come into the warmth of the coffee shop. You shut the door behind him. "Are you- are you open?" he asked. He couldn't tell if the shake in his voice was from the cold, or quite possibly nerves. What were the chances he'd find a coffee shop open at 4am, and a beautiful girl to let him in?

You furrowed your eyebrows together, checking the time on the wall clock before turning back to him. "It's just turned 4:15." you sighed as if that would answer his question.

"Right, I'm sorry, that was a dumb thing to say," he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You hoped you hadn't come off as rude. "Thank you for letting me in."

He was dripping wet, literally. His dark brown hair was flat against his head but the tips began to curl into waves as the heat of the shop quickly got to it. You had so many questions. So many. But the fact he was still holding himself, shivering, distracted you just enough to ask your next question.

"Can I get you a coffee?" you questioned him before scrunching up his nose. A coffee at 4am was going to be the last thing he needed.

To your surprise, he answered yes.

You nodded in affirmation, giving him your best barista smile out of habit and padded around the coffee bar, turning on the machine. "Will take a sec to turn on," you explained as the man just stood there. "Uhm, what's your name?" you asked, taking a paper cup and a black permanent marker. This felt like something out of a fever dream. The stranger had been adorned with your presence for approximately three minutes now and you had only just asked for his name— because you were making him a damn coffee. Nothing about this situation was ordinary.

"Frankie." he smiled. His smile was so warm and comforting, you couldn't help but shoot him an even wider smile back. You didn't know if it was the dimly lit room in the dead of night, but his eyes had a sparkle in them which brought around a feeling of protection and safety. He was a stranger, but you already felt like he could trust you.

Frankie. And his name was just as sweet as sugar. Frankie. You imagined the way it rolled off your tongue so perfectly. A pretty name for a pretty boy. He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and you scrunched up your nose wondering how long the uncomfortable silence had lasted for. At least, you hoped it hadn’t have been uncomfortable. You gritted your teeth together and introduced yourself.

"Hey, that's a nice name." Frankie beamed, stalking over to the coffee bar and awkwardly shuffling to sit down at one of the stools.

"I was gonna say the same about yours." you giggled, trying your hardest to ignore the heat that flushed your cheeks.

"Really? It's short for Francisco." he explained as you held the paper cup under the espresso machine.

"Francisco," you hummed, liking the way that rolled off your tongue just as much as Frankie did. "It's cute," Now Frankie was blushing. "Do you have a sweet tooth?"

Frankie's gaze snapped to meet yours, his mind wandering elsewhere. "A sweet-? Ohhhh," he nodded knowingly when you held up an abundance of syrups in his direction. "You know, I've never tried coffee with syrup before. Afraid the guys will tease me for it." he muttered.

"The guys?" you beckoned further out of curiosity.

"Oh yeah uh- the guys I work with. My friends. I live with ’em too. Well like, not all of them. But Santi is my roommate- Santiago, I mean…" he rambled. You paused making his coffee, staring at him intently as the man you had just met began talking to you as if he's known you forever. He had such a friendly nature. "Sorry, am I blubbering?" he asked. "I don't normally get nervous- I mean, I'm not nervous, I just-"

You grinned ecstatically, shushing him. He looked up at you, the corners of his lips curled upwards and his chocolate coloured eyes wide, full of admiration. "So, how does a vanilla latte sound?" you chuckled.

Frankie nodded. "Delicious."

You pushed a few pumps of the vanilla syrup into the cup, stirring it around the espresso with a lollipop stick. You loved the smell, it was your favourite.

"Are you from round here?" you quizzed Frankie, hoping he wouldn't mind the questions. Small talk was part of your job as a barista, something you'd grown very much acquainted too, but after years of working here, he was the first customer who you were actually taking an interest in. Maybe it was his rugged handsome looks, or the fact fate had somehow brought you into the same coffee shop, at the same time during the same thunderous stormy night, but you had an urge to learn more about him.

"No I'm not," he started, holding up the soggy map. "I actually got lost. I'm here for work."

You took the dripping map from him and looked at it with a quirked eyebrow. "Don't you have the Maps app on your phone?"

"The what? Sorry, I'm not too good with technology," he brought his phone out his pocket and set it on the counter. "It's actually ran out of battery."

"Thankfully we have the same phone," you laughed, and Frankie's eyes lit up. "I should have a charger round the back. Where do you work?"

"Everywhere, really," Frankie shrugged. "I'm a pilot," The milk had finished steaming and you brought the jug away from the machine and back to the cup. Tipping the cup to its side, you practiced some experimental latte art. "How long have you worked here? I'm assuming you work here," he said awkwardly and you let out another laugh. "Well I had to check!" he laughed back, raising his hands defensively.

"Four years," you sighed. "Was supposed to just be a temp job to get me through my degree, help pay my tuition, but… you know, I'm still here."

Frankie nodded. "I get it. I used to do engineering stuff at some dodgy garage back in my hometown. I used the money to help me get through flight school but I was there way longer than I needed to be," Frankie told you and you nodded sadly. "But I'm glad you're here."

"You are?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

"Well yeah!" he exclaimed cheerily. "If you weren't, who would be able to save me from this God-awful rainstorm."

You passed him his latte. His jaw dropped slightly when he saw the pattern you'd carefully construed with your jug of steamed milk. A heart. "I- wow," he said almost breathlessly.

"Do you like it?" you asked nervously, biting down on your lip. You hoped your attempt of a flirt didn't come across as too overbearing.

"Yes, I like it," he confirmed before clearing his throat and making direct eye contact with you. "I like it-a-latte."

After a momentary silence you burst into laughter, Frankie soon following. "You dork!" you smacked his arm playfully. Frankie swore your laugh was contagious, and he adored the way small crinkles in the corners of your eyes appeared. This man had made you smile so much in the past fifteen minutes, your cheeks were beginning to hurt.

Frankie took a sip of the hot beverage, before licking his lips and relishing the taste. "That's delicious." he moaned longingly before taking another sip. Your fingernails subconsciously began to graze at the wooden counter. His moans and hums of delight were like the sweetest melody you'd ever heard. You'd whip him up a thousand more vanilla lattes if you got to hear him make those noises more often.

Your smile dropped when you remembered he was still dripping, even his bare forearms had goose pimples. There was a man sitting before you in soaking wet clothes, and he was too shy to even mention it to you. "Is the coffee warming you up?" you asked with slight concern. He nodded gratefully, taking another sip. You were glad. "We might have a change of clothes out back. It'll be employee uniform but-"

"You wouldn't mind?" Frankie asked with gratitude.

"Of course not, let me go see what I can find."

You went to the back of the coffee shop, where it was a lot colder, darker and dingier. Rummaging through one of the plastic crates, you managed to find a pair of black pants and a maroon coloured polo shirt, both with the company logo embroidered into it. They looked to be about his size. You took a sniff, thanking the Lord they were clean. You brought them back out to Frankie.

"You have to wear this?" he asked with a slight gasp as he unfolded the shirt.

"Yeah, it's not the most attractive," you giggled. "Will it be okay?"

"It's perfect, thank you so much." Frankie stood up and went to take off his shirt.

"Oh- uhm-" you started, diverting your gaze immediately. You got a glimpse of his tummy and the little trail of hair between his belly button and the waistline of his underwear that was poking out above his jeans. He pulled his shirt back down and looked at you with doe-eyes. "There's a room out back if you'd feel more comfortable getting changed back there. You know, for like, privacy." you mumbled awkwardly.

Frankie nodded. "Thank you." he said graciously before following your finger that was pointing towards the backdoor.

He wasn't gone for long, maybe just a few minutes, but you couldn't help yourself from daydreaming about him. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander as you imagined him changing out of his sticky wet clothes and into the clothes you had provided for him. You thought about the shape of his arms, the curve in his bicep and the way his thighs might flex as he slides his legs into the pants. Maybe you were the one who needed a coffee to wake you up from these ridiculous thoughts.

When he returned, you were both back to laughing almost immediately. He did a little twirl, modelling the employee outfit. "It's cute! Suits you. You know if you ever get bored of that piloting thing…" you joked.

"I'll consider it, thanks," Frankie chuckled.

"Oh, you should take off your socks and I'll hang them next to my coat on the radiator. There's nothing worse than having wet feet." you recommended.

"You sure?" Frankie asked hesitantly, but already reaching down to untie his laces. You nodded your head. Noticing his hair was still wet, you grabbed a small tea towel from one of the cupboards.

"You should dry your hair too," you told him, passing him the towel. Your urge to care for him was almost maddening. "So you don't catch a cold."

"W-would you?" Frankie asked awkwardly.

"You want me to dry your hair for you?"

Frankie nodded— and how could you possibly refuse him?

“How come you aren’t wearing your hat?” you quizzed, gesturing aimlessly towards the discarded baseball cap on the table.

“Well I like this hat. Didn’t want it to get wet.” he chuckled. You gently let the towel tangle in his dark brown locks of hair, making a conscious effort to massage his scalp. He closed his eyes. "F-feels so good…" there was that elicit moan again. You didn't say a word, continuing to gently rub the towel into his hair. This whole night definitely felt like a fever dream.

The hours that went by felt like mere minutes as you and Frankie talked and laughed and messed around. Five cups of coffee later, and you were both practically bouncing off the walls, full of energy. You had clicked instantly and learned that you both had so much in common with each other.

He was charmed by you, entranced even. If your beauty wasn't enough, he admired your endearing personality and how you were so thoughtful and passionate with everything you did. From the latte art to drying his hair for him, he thought you were the most perfect girl he had ever met.

You could say the exact same about him. You didn't want the night to end. In fact, you wanted to spend every waking moment with him. You learned a lot about him too. He was ex-military, divorced, with a two year old daughter that he couldn't help but gush about. He showed you a photograph of her that he kept in his wallet and she was the spitting double of Frankie, with big dark eyes and curly brown hair.

By morning, the storm had ended and the golden sun had risen. The birds were tweeting and the roads slowly started to get busy in preparation for the day ahead.

The cuckoo wall clock made a disrupting noise as the handle struck 9am. "Oh shoot," you gasped, standing up. "We're officially open for business! Uh- I gotta go get dressed for work so I'll be as quick as I can. Just- just wait here." you told Frankie in a hurried rush before whisking yourself to the back of the store.

You didn't even give Frankie a chance to reply. He sat there, at the table, nursing his fifth vanilla latte. You hadn't been gone long at all when the doorbell jingled, signifying that the coffee shop had gotten its first customer of the day. Frankie abruptly stood up, his eyes going comically wide as he spun around on his heel, ready to address the customer.

It was a tall, broad shouldered businessman with dark blonde hair holding a briefcase. His mismatched patterned tie and pocket square was enough to make Frankie cringe as he sauntered into the coffee shop with tired eyes. "The usual." he muttered.

Frankie furrowed his eyebrows together. "Hey, I recognise you from somewhere…" he trailed off, thinking of where he might've seen the man before. Frankie figured he was just being hyper-aware, considering he wasn't even from round here.

"You must be new," the customer grumbled. "Three shot espresso black coffee, extra hot, extra wet, no sugar or sweetener or anything like that." His words were very stern and demanding.

Frankie couldn't help but emit a small, helpless gasp when he remembered he was dressed in employee uniform. It certainly looked like he worked in the coffee shop, but the truth was, he hadn't operated one of these extravagant machines in his life. He might know how to do helicopter repairs but this was brand new to him. And what the hell did 'extra hot' and 'extra wet' mean? The businessman sighed, tapping at his gold wristwatch impatiently.

"Chop chop," he said rudely. "I don't have all day." Frankie frowned at his comment before sauntering behind the coffee bar, looking at all the different machines around him. He took a deep breath. Taking a paper cup, he requested the businessman's name. "Really? I know you know my name," the man snarled. “Or do you need me to do the thing?”

“What thing?” Frankie quizzed back feeling genuine bewilderment. The man took a deep breath and pointed his finger, but before he could say anything you returned from the back to the front of the shop just in time. "Ah!" Frankie called excitedly, taking your hand and pulling you behind the counter with him. "We have our first customer of the day!" he exclaimed with a fake enthusiasm through gritted teeth. The businessman slowly dropped his ring clad hand back down to his side and huffed in annoyance.

You wanted to laugh. Frankie was so adorable. Frankie's brown eyes flicked nervously between you and the businessman as he passed you the paper cup.

"Just the usual?" you asked the businessman politely, already writing his name down on the cup. Frankie assumed he must've been a regular.

"Obviously." he rolled his eyes.

"How come you didn't send your assistant for your morning coffee?" you asked.

"You know I don't care for small talk." the businessman sighed before pulling out his wallet.

"Right, sorry, that'll be four dollars please." you apologised quickly. He tapped his black company credit card against the reader and you passed him his triple shot espresso. He left without even muttering a thank you.

"What a jackass," Frankie whispered, intensely staring at the man long after he left the shop. He slipped into the back passenger seat of a car which quickly drove away.

"Believe me, I'm used to it. There's plenty of customers who are like that." you explained, making sure all the machines were switched on and ready for the day.

"Well you shouldn't have to be," Frankie sighed, shaking his head. "I should probably go," he shrugged. You nodded your head understandingly. Frankie went to the back of the shop to collect his clothes. "Thanks for everything." Frankie smiled. He really didn't want to leave but he knew he had to eventually.

"Of course." you returned the smile. You found yourself fumbling with the stack of napkins. He hadn't even left the coffee shop and you already missed him. Frankie nodded and headed towards the door. He opened it and turned to you one last time.

"By the way, what does 'extra hot' and 'extra wet' mean?" he asked, and you burst into a fit of giggles at his comment. Frankie loved hearing you laugh, and he loved the way that he was the person who could make you laugh.

Picking up the black permanent marker, you scribbled your phone number on a napkin. "Give me a call and find out?" you suggested, handing him your number with a small but flirty smile. Frankie's cheeks reddened and his heart felt fuzzy.

"O-okay," he waved. "I'll speak to you soon. Have a good day at work."

"See ya, Frankie." you smiled one last time.

That was, by far, one of the best nights you had ever had.

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sweatersstyles · 4 years ago

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my only angel

super fluffy harry taking care of you during your period!

tiny mention of mustache!harry and italy!harry towards the end (just the outfit he was wearing in the most recent pictures for reference)

word count: 2,383

@geoffwittek is an angel for being my beta reader and putting up with all my technical problems today haha

tw: blood mention // tw: pills (ibuprofen)

It had been a restless night for you.

Harry, like always, had slept peacefully next to you.

Around 6 a.m., you got up to go to the bathroom only to discover the reason for your restless night. The cramps should have been a sign, but if they weren't, the blood on your underwear now confirmed it.

You quickly finished up and ran back to the bed. Thank goodness nothing had leaked through to the sheets or blankets on your side. Not that Harry would be upset, but you would have felt guilty.

Harry stirs slightly, "Y'okay, bub?"

"Yeah, H. I'm fine. Just got too hot and can't fall back asleep. I'm gonna take a shower, okay? I'm alright." He nods and his eyes flutter closed again.

You quickly gather a change of clothes, careful not to make too much noise. Oversized t-shirt, new underwear, comfy shorts, and fuzzy socks. Your go-to comfort outfit.

The hot water fills the small bathroom with steam quickly. At the last minute you decide to light the vanilla candle, knowing it's one of Harry's favorite scents.

Right after you step in and close the curtain, you hear the squeak of the door.

"Baby? You sure you're alright? Oh.." His voice is still somewhat heavy with sleep. You know by the way his voice dropped that he saw the bloody clothes.

"I'm okay, really. I'm sorry I woke you. I'll be out soon." Your voice echoes faintly off the tiles.

"No worries. You need anything? I can run to the 24 hour shop on the corner?"

"No, no I have everything I need. Go back to bed, babe." You poke your head around the curtain and give him a tired smile to reassure him.

"Alright. Just shout if you change your mind or need me."

You take your time, hoping that Harry actually listened to you and laid back down for more rest. Knowing him though, he had already taken the clothes and thrown them in the washing machine for you. He was most likely searching for your heating pad and making sure he had enough ibuprofen on hand for you for the next week. Harry had become a pro at taking care of you when you needed it.

Your suspicions were correct. The clothes were gone and after dressing quickly and running a comb through your hair, you find Harry fiddling with the cords of the heating pad, trying to untangle them.

"Here, plug this in on your side. There's an outlet behind the-"

"Harry, I know where the outlet is, angel. I don't need that right now. The cramps aren't that bad."

The look of sleepy confusion he gives you almost makes you laugh out loud, but you're able to stop yourself so you don't hurt his feelings. He's being so sweet trying to take care of you.

"I'll leave it on my side just in case I need it, alright?" You take it from him and finally convince him to lay back down.

But your body decides to betray you as you're getting comfortable in bed. A particularly intense cramp hits and you're thankful the light is still off so Harry doesn't see the wave of pain cross your face. Unfortunately, you can't stop the wince that escapes your lips.

"That's it, here," he sits up and grabs the bottle of ibuprofen that you're sure he snuck in the kitchen and grabbed from the medicine cabinet while you were still in the bathroom, "There's no point in trying to be brave. You need this. Take it."

He shakes out two of the small, round orange pills into his hand and extends them out to you, "Hold these. I'll go get you some water."

He's up before you can stop him. His feet shuffle across the carpet and he makes it to the doorway, "Harry, no.." emotion hits you out of nowhere and you feel hot tears starting to form. You feel so ashamed and embarrassed for letting yourself get so overwhelmed so quickly.

He's back to your side in a second, "I didn't mean to upset you I just..if you won't use the heating pad and you won't take something for pain..how am I supposed to help you through this, honey?"

You know if you can just get comfortable enough to fall asleep for a while, things will be better.

You both sit in awkward silence for what seems like ages, just the sound of your soft sobs and the feel of his warm hands soothing up and down your arm, trying to console you. Finally, he breaks the silence, "Tell me what y'need, love. I'll do anything to help."

"Want you," it seems so childish, and you know you'll hate yourself later for being so needy, "Just want you to hold me, H."

"Alright, I can do that. But you gotta let me do my job and take care of you first, deal? Two of these and some water and I'm all yours."

You nod an agreement and Harry squeezes your shoulder before disappearing to the kitchen and coming back with a glass of water, "Here, the bottle says you can have 2."

The pills go down easily and your reward is a "good girl" praise from Harry.

A shiver rolls over your body, "You cold, lovie? You want an extra blanket or a hoodie?"

"Hoodie. One of yours?" You hate the neediness in your voice but all you want right now is comfort so you let the wants and needs overtake your guilt. You could hate yourself for it later.

"Of course, bub. Be right back," You shiver again but he's only gone for a second before he's back, "C'mon, arms up. There ya go. Comfy?"

You nod again. Exhaustion is starting to set in. Warm arms wrap around you and you fall into them, the two of you adjusting until you're settled back down.

The arms tighten their grip slightly. Just enough to pull you closer. He moves one hand to cradle behind your head, in your hair. The other arm draped over you with his hand firmly on the small of your back. The tips of his fingers softly move over your scalp and through your hair and you're grateful for the touch. It's another want you were too tired to express.

He kisses your forehead and mumbles a sleepy "love you" in your ear before you both drift off.

When you wake a few hours later, there's an emptiness to the bed. You're still surrounded by warmth, but you quickly realize it’s not Harry.

Pillows. He had replaced himself with pillows. One under your side and one pressed firmly against your back. As if they could ever be a replacement for his softness.

Faint noise can be heard in another part of the space you share. After a quick trip to the bathroom, you discover the noise coming from the kitchen.

Harry stands over the stove, his back is to you but you can tell he's stirring something, "Harry?"

"Hey! There's my sleepy girl," He crosses the kitchen in a few steps to meet you, "I was hoping you would sleep a little longer so I could surprise you with lunch."

He envelopes you in an embrace so deep you fight not to cry again. You've never had someone love you as much as he loves you. Any touch from him reassures you and reminds you of that. It had been a source of frustration for him in the beginning of your relationship, getting you to accept and learn that you deserve the love he continuously showered you with. You still had days where it was hard, today was one of them.

You hide your face in his chest and just let him hold you. He kisses the top of your head and then loops one of his long fingers under your chin, pulling your gaze back up to his, "How's your tummy feel? Any better?"

His hand rests on your hip and rubs small circles on your side. You notice the absence of rings and fingernail polish today. It feels so strange and foreign but it only means he feels comfortable enough with you to leave them plain and untouched.

"Better."

"Good. You hungry? I attempted to make mac and cheese for you. The white cheddar kind you love so much."

You don't have the heart to tell him no, he's so proud of himself, "Yeah. Sounds good."

After lunch, you both sprawl out on the couch in front of the tv, Harry flipping through the channels until he lands on one of those cheesy romance movies he knows you're secretly obsessed with.

He sits opposite you, your head propped up on throw pillows, your feet stretched out into his lap. His hand smooths up and down your leg, eyes still focused on the tv. He won't admit it, but he gets just as sucked into these movies as you do. You don't even think he realizes what his hands are doing, it's just second nature at this point for him to be touching you in some way.

When the movie takes a sad turn, you find yourself wiping your eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie you're still wrapped in.

"Angel." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but it's loud enough to make your head turn towards him to see he's gesturing for you to join him on his side of the couch. You shift around, head falling into his lap, his fingers running through your hair.

Normally he would tease you about getting so emotional over these movies, an elbow nudged playfully into your side until you look at him and both fall into a fit of giggles about how silly it was. He doesn't do that now, just watches you for a minute, thumb swiping away tears, "What part made you so sad, baby?"

"She lost her husband. He was just gone and I..I know you're not my husband but, you're mine and I couldn't imagine losing you like that." The tears are free flowing now, the thought a vivid image in your mind because of the scene that just played.

"Oh, lovie. You're not gonna lose me. Not anytime soon, anyway. And definitely not like what happened in the movie. Was a little ridiculous how he just.."

You cut him off with a kiss, sitting up to press your lips tenderly into his. He leans into it, a hand slipping behind your neck to gently push you into a more upright position in his lap, pressing slightly firmer before pulling away, "What was that for?"

"Just a thank you for taking such good care of me, being so good to me. The clothes and the food..this."

"You're welcome, this is my favorite part. Seeing you all soft and emotional. I don't always get to see that side of you, you hide it so well. Clothes are fine, by the way, I pulled them out of the dryer earlier. I put them away for you."

He chuckles, "Was so anxious I might wake you up with that squeaky drawer of yours. You looked so sweet, face smushed against my pillow."

"Oh no, H. I was probably snoring! I don't know how you stand to sleep with me." You bury your face in your hands so he doesn't see the deep shade of crimson spreading across your face.

"Hey, none of that now." He pulls one hand away from your face, bringing it down to settle on his chest, "But yes, you were. It was incredibly adorable."

He kisses your forehead, pausing there for a moment longer than he ordinarily would.

"Hmm, that feels nice. Do that again, made my head feel better."

"Yeah? Your head aching, darling?" Warm fingers move across your face, his thumb landing on a spot right between your eyebrows, "Here?"

You nod, leaning in to his touch, a contented sigh slipping from your mouth.

"Was thinking about what we should do for dinner, if you feel up to going out."

"Mhmm, what were you thinking?" You're still floating, absorbing every bit of his touch.

"Thought we could try that new Italian place up the street, the one that just opened across from the bakery with those cookies you love so much. We could go there after. Or we could get dessert from the restaurant..they had a nice selection. I looked at the menu online while you were distracted by the movie. We could also get it as takeaway or have it delivered if you'd rather. It's up to you."

"Let's go there. Wanna see you all dressed up." You open your eyes, hands drifting to his jaw, then up to cradle his cheeks. Thumbs smoothing over the mustache covering his upper lip.

"Yeah? Like it when I get all pretty for you, huh?" A smug smile brightens his whole face.

"Mhmm." Your teeth sweep your bottom lip into your mouth, unable to stop the smile that flashes across your own face.

"Alright then, love. You're the boss. Be ready in 30, yeah?"

30 minutes turned into 45 and he impatiently watches you, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. He's selected a simple black, short sleeve button down shirt. He’s left a few buttons undone, pairing it with bright linen pants. A silver cross necklace shines against his tan skin.

"Just a second, can't get this curl to cooperate." You twist it in your fingers, trying to make it settle in with the others framing your face.

You're considering turning the curling iron back on to run through it again, when he lifts himself from the door frame and slowly steps behind you, eyes never straying from your reflection in the mirror. They sweep over you, taking in every inch of your curves, the soft flowy fabric of your dress hugging all the right features. One hand rests on your hip, while the other brushes your hair back away from your neck. He places a kiss to your exposed shoulder, then up to dip into the curve of your neck.

"Better hurry, baby," his eyes dart up to meet yours in the mirror, "I might not make it to the restaurant before I want dessert."

#harry x reader #harry styles imagine #bf!harry #my writing #pretty proud of this honestly #the end was kind of rushed but..#enjoy!

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Breaking Down Walls | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: The reader has a writing deadline looming but she has hit a roadblock. Tom returns home and helps with a bit of hands on inspiration.

Warnings: Smut Desk Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Sex, Teasing, Fluff and Smut

You stared at the cursor on the screen, taunting you. A cruel reminder of the writer’s block invading your brain at every turn.

“By the Norns, I will never get this done!” you cursed to the air, your voice bouncing off the walls of your shared office.

You shifted your weight in the chair. Your back reminded you of how long it had been since you stretched or moved from your spot.

With slow movements, you rose and padded off towards the kitchen in search of tea and biscuits. You located a clean cup and your favorite tea. While you turned on the electric kettle, you hunted for the biscuits.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” you commented as you opened the cupboard and spied the biscuit package on the top shelf.

You climbed onto the counter to reach them, precariously perched on one knee. “Honestly, that man is trying to send me to an early grave.”

Tom was an amazing boyfriend but he forgets not everyone towers at over six feet. You have threatened more than once to hide his favorite sweater in retaliation.

You snatched the biscuits down with your fingertips and set about making your tea. As you headed back to the office, your heart filled with dread.

You regretted taking on this writing assignment. You loved romance but once the story hit anything remotely resembling smut; you froze up.

“Forget it.” you muttered as you detoured for your bedroom and the comfort of a warm quilt and your laptop.

Tom returned later that afternoon to a dark house. His brows furrowed as the house hung heavy and silent. Not a good sign.

His mood only darkened when he saw the office empty. You should have been working on your manuscript, as your deadline was only in two weeks. Tom beelined his way to the bedroom.

He discovered a lump of blankets shaped like you. He popped his head into the small opening.

“How does the writing go, darling?” he asked with a smile.

“You left the biscuits on the top shelf.” you grumbled, the glow of your screen illuminating your face.

“That well?” Tom chuckled. “Can I extract you from your cave?”

You pulled blankets tighter around you. “They have accepted me as one of their own. I can’t leave them now.”

“We will take our chances.” Tom’s muscular arms pulled you to a seating position. “Now…” Tom pushed your hair out of your face. “… there is my beautiful and talented girlfriend.”

“A hack or charlatan might be a more à propos description.”

“Nonsense, my darling.” Tom kissed your temple and turned you to face him. “You are a rare talent.” His fingers ran along the curves of your face. Your cheeks heated at his touch every time.

Tom pressed his lips to yours. You inhaled his scent of citrus and musk. You never grew tired of that smell. Your hands moved to lay flat on Tom’s chest. His heart raced under your hand.

“Now with that out of the way.” Tom commented as the two of you parted. “What writing conundrum are you facing this time?”

You squirmed in your spot. “Sex.” you muttered under breath.

Tom’s eyebrows raised. “Did you say sex? You can’t tell me you don’t have personal experience to draw from…” Tom teased at your shirt hem.

You swatted his hand away with a smile. “You and I both know that is not the problem.” Tom placed his hand on your hip. “I blame a childhood education comprised of Catholic nuns. Stupid smut wall.”

“Smut wall, sounds foreboding.”

“It is.”

Tom rose and pulled you to standing. “Well why don’t we read what you have so far.”

Tom trotted off towards the office and you lumbered behind him. When you entered the office, Tom sat in your chair, his legs splayed wide as always.

“Sit on my lap while we read.” Tom patted his thighs. You rolled your eyes but complied. Tom’s arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against his torso.

“This is ridiculous.” you groaned.

“Now tell me about the story.”

“It takes place in 17th Spain. Camilla is a courtier in the Spanish court and she is betrothed to a Spanish noble but is in love with Tomas, the royal stable hand.”

Tom’s chest rumbled against your back. “I can see I am already going to like this Tomas character.”

You swatted his leg. “Hush you.”

“Where is your wall?” Tom leaned in to nuzzle his nose against the nape of your neck. You jumped, but he held you tight.

“Ah… well the Queen has invited Camilla on a horseback ride but she can’t ride. She has asked Tomas to help her.”

“Sounds like the perfect setup for naughty activities. Read it to me.”

You cleared your throat as you read out loud from the beginning of the chapter. As you talked of the tension between Tomas and Camilla, Tom’s fingers teased at the waistband of your pants. His fingertips ignited your skin with each touch.

“And that is as far as I got…” you breathed, distracted by his wandering hands.

“Perhaps you can have Tomas set up a saddle on one of the benches and guide Camilla through an imaginary ride.” Tom kissed behind your ear.

You bit your lip to suppress a moan. “And how would that lead sex?” you teased as Tom’s cock hardened between you.

“If you will indulge me…” Tom’s face trailed off as his lips trailed down your neck to find that spot on your neck.

“I always indulge you, dear.” you panted.

One of Tom’s hands held you fast against him, while the other one trailed down to tease your folds. Tom’s thumbs grazed the underside of your breast through your thin t-shirt.

“Already so wet for me.” Tom growled. “Someone is eager.”

“You are one to talk.” you sniped back as you rocked your hips and Tom’s lips left your neck as his head fell back.

“You minx.” Without further warning, Tom plunged a finger inside of you. You gasped and moaned.

“Such sounds. How I love to hear you come undone at my touch.” he purred.

Tom continued to pump his finger into you, soon adding a second one. The coil inside of you grew tighter with each expert curl of his fingers. You bucked your hips against the palm of his hand.

“Please…” you begged.

“Oh, how your pleas are music to my ears. Cum for me, my dear.”

Tom twisted his hand to allow his thumb to rub against your clit.

“Yes, gods!” you screamed as you orgasmed. Tom continued to tease you through it before removing his fingers.

He waited for just a moment before lifting you off his lap and placing you onto the desk facing him.

You glanced away as you noticed the wet spot on Tom’s thigh. He crooked his finger under your chin and snapped your head to look directly into his deep blue eyes.

“Are you ashamed of the pleasure I give you?” Tom questioned as he tugged at his belt. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tom stopped you. “You are mine.”

He lifted you up to pull your pants off, taking your panties along with them. His trousers pooled at his ankles, soon joining your clothes. Tom pushed your legs wide. He grinned as he drags the tip of his cock along your slit, collecting your juices along the way. “All mine.” he hissed as he pushed into you.

“Aaaah!” you moaned at the feeling of fullness. You never tired of this, the connection, the carnal need. To wholly give yourself to someone.

You jolted back to reality with the snap of Tom’s hips. Your legs wound around his waist for support and leverage. Tom’s pace was bruising and frantic. Your second orgasm fast approached.

“I’m close, darling.” Tom panted. He gripped your hips with his fingers, certain to leave a mark.

Me too was you could muster between moans. Tom shifted his grip, pulling one of your legs onto his shoulder while the rest of your body fell back onto the solid wood desk.

Tom’s public bone grazed against you and within a few thrusts, a wave of ecstasy surged through your body.

“Fuck!” Tom grunted as he spilled inside you as your pussy gripped around his cock, milking him with each spasm.

Tom collapsed forward onto you before lifting you into his embrace. His thumbs pushed the errants strands of hair from your brow. He kissed your forehead, then nose, before kissing your lips gently.

“Is that enough inspiration for your manuscript?” Tom whispered as he smiled down at you.

You nodded. “I think I can manage things now.”

Tom helped you hop down from the desk. “If you ever need some hands on experience…” Tom moved to give your ass a firm squeeze. “… I am yours.”

“Yes you are.”

Tom leaned in close as he guided you toward the bathroom. “And you are mine.” His deep baritone sending shivers down your spine as he shut the door behind the two of you.

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booksimp · 4 years ago

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Flame of Autumn - Part One

Midnight at Rita’s

A/N: My first attempt at writing smut! Let me know what you think :) Also, sorry it’s a bit late. This scene took on a mind of it’s own & ended up being wayy longer than originally intended.

I’ve felt his attention on me all night, like a physical touch. Mysterious hazel eyes monitor my every move, from the rotation of my hips to the way I throw my head back in celebration when I laugh. For a while, I pretend not to notice. But he is not the kind of male you ignore. I blame what happens next on a mixture of drinking and dancing, and the encouragement of my friends. Instead of hurriedly looking away and disappearing into the crowd, becoming a wallflower like I usually would, I meet his eyes. The unabashed appreciation there surprises me. That look sends electricity sizzling through my blood, waking my body in a way no one has in a long time. So I decide to dance for him.

A small smirk plays on his full mouth, dark eyes glinting as I run my hands along my body, through my hair, putting on a show meant only for him. He leans back in his booth, the picture of male satisfaction, and raises an eyebrow appreciatively. Keep going. Heat scorches across my skin at that smirk, and I can’t help but picture his lips in wicked places.

His face is elegant, classically handsome in every way. If it weren’t for the tattoos, scars, and diaphanous shadows swirling around him, I’d even say he was pretty. There’s an enthralling lethalness to him that acts like his own gravitational pull, completely captivating me. I always did love a bad boy.

I spin and twirl, the silk of my dress flaring in a halo of midnight blue. I move for him until sweat runs down my bare back, and glistens in the hollow of my throat. And he keeps watching me, until the smirks and wandering eyes have me desperate for more than just his gaze. The rest of the club has melted away, leaving just us.

I look at him from beneath lowered lashes, a question in my eyes. Are you just going to watch all night, or actually dance with me? He’s outright grinning now, his eyes on my exposed thighs. He shrugs, and relaxes further into his seat. Why rush things? I quite like the view from here. I sigh, wrinkling my nose in frustration and flipping my hair over my shoulder. He smirks again, and twirls his finger. Spin for me.

I do just that, the pleasure of following his direction like honey in my veins. I don’t even know this male, and yet I can’t help but do what he wishes. He’s the kind of otherworldly gorgeous that's utterly unattainable. Tousled raven hair, bedroom eyes, exceedingly tall, and a body that would make the gods weep. And Cauldron above, those wings.

I keep turning in place, hips swaying and hands in my hair. I feel the exact moment he glimpses my naked back, covered in sapphire blue tattoos that perfectly match my dress. I found this gown in the palace of thread and jewels, and the shop owner would not let me leave without it.

I’m endlessly grateful for her sage counsel when I glance over my shoulder to catch the males reaction. He knocks back the rest of his drink and rises to his feet, dark eyes devouring every inch of my bare skin. My breath catches in my throat as he slowly makes his way across the bar, until he’s standing mere inches from me.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re an incredible dancer?”

His voice is startlingly deep, and smooth as velvet. It takes me longer than it should to formulate a coherent response.

“I- no. No, just you.” Well, not entirely coherent.

He smiles anyway, dimples appearing in his cheeks. Gods above, dimples too? The male leans close to whisper in my ear, and his scent hits me. Cedar and moonlight, rain on the pavement. I can’t help but inhale deeply.

“I’m Azriel. May I have this dance?”

I can only nod, his proximity scattering any intelligent thoughts in my head. He places one scarred hand on my back, the other on my hip, and we begin to sway with the music, our bodies pressed together intimately. My skin smolders beneath his touch, stoking the molten fire he’s awakened in me.

“I’m Sabine.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sabine.”

From the intensity of his gaze, I know he can scent every reaction my body has to him. I lock my eyes on his as he trails a finger from my cheek, down my neck, and back again. I gasp when he leans down to press a kiss to the point where my neck and shoulder join, a throbbing starting in my core as he gently bites down. A small, involuntary moan leaves my mouth. Azriel chuckles darkly against my skin.

“Did you like dancing for me, love?”

He inquires, voice soft as he tightens his arms around me. I let my head fall back, exposing more of my neck for him to explore. He obliges by trailing hot kisses up my throat, and nibbling on the shell of my ear.

“Y-yes.” I gasp, heat rushing up my neck to fill my cheeks.

Azriel growls low in his chest, and I can’t help but notice a considerable length pressing against my thigh.

“I’m going to make you say ‘yes’ just like that, all night long.”

I shiver in his arms, finally opening my eyes to see his have gone completely black with arousal. There’s a promise in them that has my knees going weak. His reaction to me inspires a sudden boldness.

“Then take me somewhere I don’t have to be quiet, Azriel.” I murmur, biting my lip and hesitantly stroking a hand down his chest.

A confident, male smile graces his lips. Without a word, he turns and leads me out the back door. His hand is rough and calloused on mine as we hurry down the streets of Velaris, a fact that only makes me want him more. I can only imagine how they’d feel between my legs.

Azriel leads me into a luxury apartment building, and we cross the marble floored lobby to the elevators. The doors take their sweet time closing, and as we wait, he admires me from the far wall. Hands in his pockets and smirk on his face.

“When we get to my apartment, I want you to undress for me. Can you do that, baby?” He leaves no room for argument as the doors finally close, and he moves slowly towards me. A lion, hunting his prey.

And I am eager to be caught.

“Yes.”

As he stands before me, he tilts my chin up and presses a soft, tender kiss to my lips. A flower of flame blossoms in my chest.

“Yes, what?”

I am only confused for a moment. He must see the realization in my eyes, because he hums in approval.

“Yes, sir.”

His eyes flash, and then his mouth is hard on mine. He backs me to the wall, pressing his body so firmly to mine that I feel every line and hollow of his muscled chest. I moan into his mouth, pushing myself up on my tiptoes for better access. Sensing my struggle, Azriel cups the back of my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist. For a moment, anxiety shoots through me and I stiffen. I’m not exactly small, with my soft stomach and round thighs. But he lifts me effortlessly, and with finesse. Thank the cauldron for Fae strength. When the action lands me directly on the bulge in his jeans, he releases a delicious groan.

I smirk into the kiss as I rock my hips over that firmness, and Azriel’s hands tighten their grip on my thighs.

“Don’t tease me, Sabine.” He growls, hands slipping farther beneath the hem of my dress.

“You may not like the consequences.” This he whispers in my ear as he finds the heat between my legs, and begins to rub slow circles over my clit.

I gasp and tighten my already shaking legs around him, as he pulls my panties to the side and slowly inserts a finger in my sex. Within moments, I feel myself teetering on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. Something about Azriel’s touch makes everything feel keenly hypersensitive, bewitching in it’s intensity. Thankfully, the elevator door dings before I can make a fool of myself by cumming before he even has my clothes off. Instead of setting me down, Azriel cloaks us both in shadows and exits the box, still hefting me in his arms as tenants enter the elevator behind us.

“Azriel!” I hiss, hiding my bright red face in his shoulder.

“They can’t see you, baby. But soon, they’ll be able to hear you.”

I vacate my hiding spot so I can meet his eyes, not bothering to hide the overwhelming, all encompassing need burning in them.

“Promise?”

His eyes are molten obsidian, making his answer obvious. We reach his apartment, and he seals us inside immediately. Azriel wastes no time taking me to his bedroom, and I am so wrapped up in him I don’t even peek at his apartment. Is it a swanky bachelor pad or minimalist studio? I make a mental note to snoop around a little before I leave.

Azriel’s kisses have grown softer, almost reverent in their slow rhythm. He gently deposits me amongst his grey blankets and pillows. He hovers over me for a moment, a strange, almost confused light in his eye.

“Az?”I whisper, suddenly self conscious. Has he changed his mind?

And just like that, his eyes are clear again. He fixes me with a warm, male smile.

“I like when you call me that.” He kisses my throat once more, then skims his lips over the top of my breasts, my nipples peaking in response.

“Didn’t you say something about me undressing for you?” I murmur breathlessly, practically writhing beneath his ministrations.

He chuckles against the skin of my shoulder before rising from atop me. Azriel crosses the room and settles into a leather armchair by the fireplace, which crackles to life as he approaches.

“How could I forget.” He murmurs, once again observing me from afar with eyes that promise immeasurable pleasure. While he sheds his leather jacket, he motions for me to begin.

I start by crossing my legs in order to unzip my thigh high boots, before discarding them at the end of the bed. My hands shaking under the weight of his stare, I extend my leg and start to remove my stockings.

“Keep those on for me. Just those.”

I look up at his voice, and my mouth goes dry as I notice Azriel adjusting the very apparent tent in his jeans. Gods, a bulge that huge has spine tingling implications for later. My heart skips in my chest, and I’ve become so wet I know I’ll find my underwear a sopping mess.

“Yes, sir.” I whisper, rolling the lacy garment into place as requested.

“Good girl.”

A moan slips past my lips at that, shocking even me. Never, ever did I think that I’d call a male ‘sir’ and get off to following his commands. But here I am. If it was any male other than Azriel, I’d laugh in his face or slap him.

But it is Azriel, and he’s already awoken a part of me I had no idea existed. It lay dormant inside me until now, waiting for him to show me what I’ve been missing. And we haven’t even fucked yet. I shiver in anticipation.

“Does someone like that? Being praised?” His voice is the deepest I’ve heard it, slow and commanding.

“Y-yes, sir.” I’m still seated at the end of his bed, boots discarded and aching with need.

I look up from beneath thick lashes, heat spreading across my face as Azriel unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt, his jacket now draped across the back of his chair.

“Look at me, love.”

I obey, of course. The ocean of longing I feel is mirrored in his dark eyes, and I bite my lip to keep from begging him to take me. Take me and never stop.

“You don’t have to feel nervous with me. You’re safe. I know surrender can be scary, but I promise I’ll cherish the control you’re giving me. I’m honored that you’d give yourself to me like this.”

A light, warm sensation spreads through me at his words. The sincerity in his hazel eyes is what does it for me. I rise from the bed, and all of my nerves melt away under the scorching heat of his gaze. All my worries about my body, his expectations, become unremarkable. With my eyes never leaving his, I reach under my dress and hook my fingers around the waistline of my panties. Slowly, I slide the scrap of lace down my legs. He lets out a puff of breath, fingers gripping the armrests of his chair, all sense of smug relaxation gone.

With a feline smile, I toss them into his lap. He grins back at me, while stuffing the panties into the pocket of his jacket.

“I’m keeping these.”

I turn towards the bed, and look over my shoulder at his face as I slide the thin straps of my dress down my arms.

And it falls to the floor in a puddle of silk.

I am completely bare before him, and I have never felt more beautiful. Azriel looks like a male seeing his first sunrise, after spending an eternity in the dark.

With a growl, he crosses the room in three strides. His hands land on my naked hips, and he pulls me smack against him. I moan at the feeling of his length pressed to my backside, and my body grinds against him without my permission.

“You have the most perfect ass I have ever seen. I think I may spank you later.”

His lips are at my neck, kissing and biting. He spins me around in his arms, onyx eyes exploring as he runs his hands down the curve of my waist and hips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groans, massive hands coming up to cup my breasts.

I whimper as he begins to pinch and pull gently at my nipples, and he relishes the sound. When he takes one of them into his mouth, I nearly fragment right there.

I have to feel his skin on mine. I need him in me, immediately.

“Az, please.”

With desperate, shaking hands I yank open his fine black dress shirt. Buttons fly and scatter across the ground, but I hardly notice.

Azriel’s naked torso is the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. He is all lean muscle and broad shoulders, a deep V leading beneath his pants. Black swirls of ink cover his chest, and trail down his arms. I curse under my breath and run my hands over every elegant line and ridge of his body, mouth agape. When my hands find the waist of his trousers, his core tightens and a strained chuckle leaves his lips.

“Gods, love. Keep looking at me like that and you’re never leaving this bed.” For the first time tonight, he sounds just as breathless as me.

“And if that’s what I want?” I purr, looking up at him from my kneeling position on the bed.

He gives me the slow, confident smirk that first enraptured me at Rita’s, and unbuttons his pants. In moments, they’re discarded on the floor with my dress.

I look down.

Sweet cauldron above.

Torrid flames lick up and down my body, and I can’t stop myself from touching him. It would take two hands to properly pump him, and who even knows if I could fit him in my throat.

Soon, I would find out soon.

Azriel hisses at the contact, hips thrusting into my hands. Next thing I know, his lips are slamming into mine and my back meets the bed. He takes my hands in one of his and forces them above my head as he kisses me, hips slowly thrusting against mine.

His cock slides between my folds, and we both groan into the kiss.

“Fucking gods. You’re so wet, baby.”

His voice is rough with pleasure, and my entire body tenses at the sound of it. I could easily cum to just his voice alone.

“Oh fuck, Az please, oh gods please.” I cry, rolling my hips against his in an attempt to get the release my body is screaming for.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

My reply is inarticulate, the need and frustration boundless. He chuckles against my mouth, and soon he’s trailing kisses down my body. I gasp and tremble beneath him, squeezing my legs together when I realize where he’s headed. I’ve only ever let serious, long term lovers pleasure me in that way. It feels so intimate, so vulnerable.

“Relax, beautiful. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

He murmurs soothingly, massaging my hips with gentle hands. I hesitantly let my legs fall open, and I glance down at the gorgeous male.

The sight of him between my legs alone nearly has me climaxing. Azriel presses hot kisses all over my thighs, his hands still massaging my hips. I feel myself go limp in his arms, my eyes closing in complete bliss. If I’m going to make an exception for anyone, it's him. Especially since I know that if there was anything I wasn’t comfortable with, he wouldn’t push me.

“That’s right, love. Relax. I’ve got you.”

I smile, and reach a hand down to tangle my fingers in his tresses.

And then his mouth is on me, and my back is arching off the bed and I’m gasping his name. Azriel devours me until my legs are shaking and tears are streaming down my face as I cum, his fingers pumping inside me.

And he does it again. And again.

By my third climax, I’m nearly sobbing and my body is quaking under his hands.

I open my eyes to see Azriel hovering over me, adoration in his eyes and lips glistening. He leans down, and I crash my lips into his. Kissing him is like… like coming home.

I’ve had a few one night stands throughout my adult life. Most were drunken and sloppy, with zero emotions involved. Something about this time feels different.

“Azriel.” It comes out as a whine, and if I weren’t completely unraveled, I would be humiliated at how desperate I am for this male.

With a heated look, he grasps my hips and angles them up, settling himself between my legs. He rests his forehead against mine, our panting breaths mingling. When the tip of his cock pricks my entrance, I dig my nails into the scarred skin of his back. I think I even whimper.

‘I’ll be gentle.” Azriel promises, pressing a torrid kiss to my swollen lips.

“For now.”

I open my mouth to comment on that remark, but Azriel buries himself to the hilt inside of me.

In unison, we let out guttural moans that are loud enough to wake the neighbors. He curses into my shoulder, his breath fanning across the sensitive skin there.

As he begins to gently thrust, letting me adjust, I realize just what it is to be with a male of his size. I am filled entirely, stretching in new, delicious ways. I realize now why he was so insistent on pleasuring me so thoroughly. I’m sure he loved teasing me, but it was also to prepare me for him. I wrap my legs around Azriel’s waist, urging him deeper.

He complies, angling his thrust with a low moan. A string of incoherent curses leave my lips as the change strikes me deep, pleasure forking through me like lightning.

“Right there?” The supreme satisfaction in his voice, and the smirk on his full mouth undoes me.

“Quit teasing me and fuck me like I know you want to.” I snap, glaring up into his eyes. This male has me beyond frustrated, beyond desperate. And he knows it.

He raises an eyebrow, that cocky grin only growing. But he remains silent as he strokes his thumb across my lips, his attention drawn to where he and I are joined. His face is flushed, muscles tight with restraint. I feel a deep sense of delight when I realize he’s just as affected by me as I am by him.

The grin falls from his face, replaced with absolute primal need, as I take his thumb into my mouth. I can’t help but grin mischievously at the look on his face, and I swirl my tongue around his fingertip. With a growl, he gives me exactly what I’ve been begging for.

Azriel unleashes himself, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the master suite. His hand wraps around my throat, and he uses this new leverage to pull me onto him each time he thrusts. I cry out, the sudden increase sending my vision into fractures. Azriel’s hips meet mine again and again, our moans combining into a symphony.

“Bend me over.” I gasp, and I’m surprised when I hear the words leave my mouth. Azriel’s grins down at me, raven hair falling into his eyes. He chuckles darkly.

“As you wish.”

Suddenly, Azriel is flipping me onto my stomach, and dragging me to the end of the bed by my hips. I squeal in surprise, the sound cut off by a moan as he sheathes himself in me once again. With a strength I’ve only ever seen Illyrian males exhibit, he hauls my hips back to meet each thrust, eliciting screams of absolute pleasure from me. Az tangles his fingers into my hair, and then there’s a sharp sting across my ass. I gasp, though the pain soon turns to pleasure. Azriel leans down, his voice in my ear.

“Look at you taking all of my cock like a good girl.”

I whimper and feel myself tighten around him, his voice always my tipping point. He presses his chest to my back, and groans into my shoulder, wings coming down to encircle us.

“I-I’m close.” My voice is hoarse, and entirely breathless.

Azriel gently turns me until I’m on my back again, his forehead meeting mine.

“I want to watch you cum.” He gasps, his movements becoming more and more fervent.

I wrap myself around the shadowsinger, until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. He claims my lips once more, our tongues and teeth clashing in desperation. Heat flares inside my belly, my inner thighs beginning to shake with our rapid, passionate joining. I know I’m about to fall off the edge and I’m desperate to take him with me.

His massive, silky smooth wings are still curled around me. Guided by an unknown instinct, I press a kiss to the scarred underside of his wing, my tongue stroking softly.

His eyes shoot open, entire body going rigid and roaring as he spills himself into me. At the sound of my name falling from his lips, my own orgasm plows into me, our climaxes nearly simultaneous.

My vision goes black, and then bursts into a kaleidoscope of colors, my entire body alight with white-hot pleasure. I shake apart in his arms, and he in mine.

Then something miraculously unexpected happens.

The mysterious, ethereal link I’d felt enthralling me to him all night explodes into existence; pulling taut and snapping into place with dizzying velocity.

His eyes are blank with astonishment, face pallid. I blink up at him, feeling as if I’m on the edge of sleep, not entirely awake.

Azriel sits up abruptly, wings flaring behind him as he pants. I freeze, suddenly feeling very exposed beneath his gaze. I yank the nearest sheet over me, my face blazing red. It's as his eyes are searching my face that I feel it. A questioning, incorporeal tug down the bond.

The Mate bond.

Oh gods. Oh gods. I sit up hurriedly, scooting myself to the other side of the bed, even if moving away from this male feels like ripping myself in half.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

Azriel is -

“Oh, fucking hell.”

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neon-junkie · 4 years ago

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Sharing The Heat

Summary: Micah won't stop complaining about the sleeping arrangements in Colter, so you offer your bed instead. He says the two of you can share it, and offers to keep you warm in the middle of the night.

Pairing: Micah Bell x f!Reader

Word Count: 2444

Rating: NSFW

Tags: C0ck warming, Sharing a bed, Colter, Huddling for warmth, Smut, Creampies.

Notes: Wanted to write some Colter Micah (cause his outfits cute) and @aahhhaaa came up with this idea >:3

Colter wasn't as bad as the camp was making it out to be. You're certain that in its prime time, this was a cute little settlement, tucked away in the mountains, but there are enough graves here to make you question what went on, but what's left of the buildings thankfully supply a decent amount of shelter, keeping you somewhat warm as everybody hides away from the Pinkertons. Susan had organized the sleeping arrangements, as always, and had gone around telling everybody where to rest. For whatever reason, you were put away from the others and given your own private room in the main building. You weren't going to complain as you needed some time and space to yourself, but you still wondered what had lead to you getting your own space. Most people were fine with where they were put. They couldn't be picky, not when everybody is trying their best to stay alive, but to nobody's surprise, Micah had to complain about his bunk. You'd overheard the argument he had, leading to Bill getting punched, and you'd overheard Micah moan about it to anybody who would listen, or pretend to listen. Most people had ignored him, but for some reason, you offered him something just to shut him up, and he offered something in return.

You're on guard duty, a rifle held to your chest as your eyes scout the camp, standing close to the campfire to keep yourself warm. Micah exits the building you're stood in front of, lighting up a cigarette with his gloved hands and chucking the match to the floor. He takes a long drag as you look over your shoulder at him, your eyes then returning to the view. "You alright?" he asks you as he takes a step forward, standing beside you but still a distance away. "Yeah, are you?" you return the question. "Could be better. Ain't happy with those sleeping arrangements," he begins. Oh boy, here we go. "Yeah, I heard," you say with a light sigh. "It's just a bed," you say with a shrug, still not understanding why he had to get so worked up over it. "It ain't just about that. It's the principle," Micah complains, taking another drag. "Just take my bed," you say as you roll your eyes. "Now I couldn't take your bed, sweetheart. That wouldn't be very kind of me," Micah replies, dragging his words with that southern drawl. "How's about we share instead, huh?" You doubt Micah would actually share a bed with you. For starters, he never sleeps, and it's even harder to sleep in this frozen terrain, so you accept his offer, expecting nothing to come from it. "Alright," you say with a shrug. "You mean that? You alright with sharin' a bed with me?" Micah asks, a mix of confidence and uncertainty in his voice as smoke trails from his lips. "Yeah, sure. Could keep me warm, you know?" you reply, your eyes fixed on the landscape but you can feel Micahs on you. "Yeah, I could keep you warm," Micah says with a chuckle, implying something that you weren't sure you wanted. You don't reply and Micah doesn't spark the conversation back up, but his eyes flick between looking around the camp then back to you. Once he finishes his cigarette, he says goodbye. "See you tonight," you reply. "Mhmm, you will," Micah chuckles as he re-enters the cabin. You were still adamant that he wasn't going to join you. Your mind ticks as you lay about in bed, listening out for the sound of footsteps. You'd heard a few pairs but they were other camp members dipping off one by one. You roll onto your side, your back facing the door as you didn't want to make eye contact with him if he does enter the room. Another set of footsteps can be heard, and your eyes fall shut as you hear someone approaching your door. The sound of the door opening can be heard, along with Micahs heavy footsteps as he enters the room. He notices your presence straight away as he stops in his tracks, but then attempts to silently close the door. At least he was kind enough to try and not wake you up. He's moving around the small room, placing his hat down and kicking off his boots. You overhear the sound of leather moving and you're thankful that he's taking off that leather coat of his; you dread to think how cold that'd feel pressed against you if Micah got into bed with it still on. Your body dips slightly as Micah gets into bed. You can feel his eyes on you, checking to see if you were asleep, but you pretend to be, you're not sure why, but you do. He eventually decides you're asleep and lays down onto his back, crossing one ankle over the other as he pulls his share of the blanket over himself. His arm is pressed against your back, squishing against you in this single bed, but the two of you manage to share anyway. You finally doze off, Micah following shortly after. An hour or so later and you're awake again. You know it's still the middle of the night as you can see the darkness through the cracks of the building, and the wind continues to scream outside. The lantern on what's left of the bedside table has blown out, probably from the awful draft, so you can barely look around the room. There's a hot breath on the back of your neck as you lie back down, and that's when you realise that Micah is still asleep, but has rolled over and lazily draped his arm around your waist, his chest pressed against your back. Your first thought is to pick his arm off and push him off the bed, but as much as you despise this man, he's radiating a comfortable amount of heat and though you won't admit it, he's comfortable to cuddle up to. Micah stirs slightly and wraps his arm around you tighter, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he cuddles up to you more. Fine. You'll allow Micah to cuddle up to you, but only because he's warm. He stirs again and this time, his hand trails south to rest on your thigh, lightly kneading it. This shouldn't feel nice, but it does, having Micah massage his hand over your thigh. It seems the touch of a nice pair of thighs has woken him up, as he makes a groggy sound and dips his head up slightly, looking around the room then resting his head back on the pillow. His hand doesn't move away, but he does stop the kneading. "You awake?" he quietly asks as he rests his head against your shoulder again. "Mhmm," you softly hum. "Why you awake? You cold?" Micah questions. "I randomly woke up, but I guess I am, a little bit," you reply. "You know..." Micah begins with a drawl, his breath hot on the back of your neck. "I could warm you up, if you'd like?" "And how do you plan on doing that, Micah?" you ask him. He lets out a chuckle as he begins kneading your thigh again, "I think you know how, sweetheart. But like I said, only if you want me to." At least he was considerate enough to ask. Hell, it's been so long since you had any action, and although Micah isn't somebody you'd pick to help 'warm you up', he's better than nothing. "Alright," you consent as you press your back into Micahs chest more, feeling his stomach hit the curve of your back, keeping you warm. "Good, good," Micah chuckles as his hand trails north, reaching round to play with your inner thighs. You roll your body back so you're still on your side, but Micah now has access to your crotch. He unbuttons your pants and tugs on the waistband, slipping them down to your thighs as you lift your hips up to help him. Micah lets out a pleasant hum as you settle back down into the bed, and hums again as his rough palm finally touches your skin, massaging your thighs yet again. Finally, the pads of his fingers reach your crotch. He dips his hand down so he can trail his fingers over your entrance, brushing over your folds and meeting your clit. You can't help but sigh as Micah begins to rub your clit, pressing your body back against his even more. He lets out another hum, rolling his fingers over your clit with firm movements. Micahs fingers trail back down south and one of them slips into you, slowly working you open. "So tight," Micah compliments under his breath as he slips another finger into you. Sure, you haven't had any action in months, but you weren't expecting Micah, of all people, to be this good as he curls his fingers straight away and begins rutting against your g-spot. "Hush now, wouldn't wanna wake anyone up, would we?" Micah coos as he lifts his body up, propping himself up on his elbow. You can feel his gaze on you, admiring the sounds you make and the faces you pull. Micah dips his head down slightly so he can kiss along your neck, eventually trailing along your jawline and finding your lips. His stache prickles your upper lip as he kisses you, the taste of whiskey still prominent on his tongue as it slides against yours. Micah hits that spot inside of you again and you break the kiss with a soft moan, making him grin and dip his head back down to kiss your neck again. He eventually slips his fingers out and unbuttons his pants, pulling out his member and using your juices on his fingers to slick himself up. Micah spoons you and rubs his cock against your folds, slicking himself up even more. He keeps his hand around the base of his shaft as he taps his cock against your clit, teasing you and testing your patience. Finally, Micah slides in, letting out an "ooh!" as he pushes his length as deep as he can go. He's surprisingly well-built and a good length, not too long to the point where it hurts, but he has a fair amount of girth to him. Micah shuffles back down to lie behind you, slipping his arm under your head as the other one grips onto your hip. At first, he's slow, enjoying the way you're sharing your warmth with him, his cock returning the favour as he heats you up. "Didn't know you'd feel this good, shoulda came onto you a loooong time ago," Micah chuckles, pushing his cock all the way in and holding it there for a few moments. "You always been sweet on me, Micah?" you question. "How couldn't I be? You seen yourself, sweetheart?" Micah asks as he kisses your shoulder. "How's about you show me how sweet you are on me then?" you flirt, and you can feel Micahs cock throb inside of you at your comment. "Dirty girl. I'll show you, alright," he says as he begins to pick up the pace, pumping his shaft into you, his hand moving off your hip to grip onto your thigh. It's hard to keep your moans to a low volume. The sound of skin against skin echoes around the small room, and you pray that it can't be heard from the other rooms, or that nobody is awake to hear it. Micah doesn't moan much, but he does let out the odd grunt and sigh; you're uncertain if that's how he moans, or if he's trying to keep it down. Maybe you'll have to ask for him to warm you up another time to find out. A yelp accidentally slips from your lips as he hits your g-spot, making him chuckle as he does it again. "There it is," he chuckles as he continues to brush against it, enjoying the way your pussy clenches around him. "Good girl," Micah praises, watching you tilt your head so you can whimper into the pillow, muffling your moans. His thrusts are quick and sharp, hit cock hitting your core over and over, his precum already beginning to fill you up. His hand on your thigh begins to leave bruises, gripping onto you firmly as he fucks you. Micahs starting to let out more noises, making surprisingly pretty moans as he buries his head against your back, also trying to keep the noise down. Micah manages to compose himself and dips his head back up, looking down at you, or what he can see of you in the pitch-black room. "You're gonna cum on this cock, ain'tcha? Wonder what happens if I do this?" Micah asks as he moves his hand off your thigh, pressing his fingers firmly onto your clit and rubbing it in quick circles. "Micah!" you sob. Micah replies with a chuckle, his cock continuing to slam into you. "Go on, cum for me, sweetheart. Let me fill you up," Micah coos, still trying to keep his voice down. His cock continues to throb inside of you, his balls feeling heavy as they slap against your clit, over and over. Another few rough ruts of his cock, along with his fingers working quick circles over your clit, and you're cuming on Micahs cock, tensing around his shaft, screwing your eyes shut as your head begins to spin. Micah lets out an "oh, shit!" as he cums, pushing his load deep inside of you, still slowly fucking you as he finishes off his orgasm. Micahs forehead presses between your shoulder blades, panting softly as he moves his hand from your clit to wrap around your waist. His grip on you is surprisingly tight for a man that seems to cut everybody off, maybe it's because he's so touch-deprived? Or maybe he's the type that loves to cuddle after sex? Maybe both? You're quick to fall back asleep, Micah joining you with his softening cock still inside of you, sharing the heat. By the time you awaken, Micah has already got up and left, but he had the decency to pull your pants back up, leaving the buttons open so you can sleep a bit more comfortably. You roll onto your back, going over the event that happened in the middle of the night. Well, it's happened now, and surprisingly, you don't regret it. If anything, you want another chance encounter with that outcast of a man. But you'll just have to wait and see what opportunities arise.

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Daffodils Bloom After Winter

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Chapter 10: A Good Woman

Ayumi lifted her gaze from her novel when she heard a weak rap-rap-rap on her front door. The rain pounded insistently against the walls and roof of her home, filling the rooms with consistent drumming. She thought she had imagined it, for a moment, and dropped her eyes back to the inked pages. However, her instincts nagged at her, insisting that she at least go check the door; worst-case scenario, she had imagined it and had only gotten up to stretch her legs.

She closed her book and set it on the coffee table in front of her, then padded across the house to the front door. It was eerily silent now aside from the shrill howls of the wind and the relentless dull roar of the downpour bleeding through the wood of her home. She pulled back the curtain of the window beside her door to look upon the sodden, flooded dirt streets and the puddles of water saturating her yard. Above, the gray clouds roiled and choked the sky while snakes of lightning slithered through their large masses.

What a fierce storm. No one would be out in this, she thought, dropping the curtain and looking back at her front door. However, something inside her pushed, prompting her to grab the doorknob and open the door to the wailing wind and pouring rain.

And she was so glad she listened to her gut.

“Shikadai!” she exclaimed when her eyes fell upon him huddling on her porch, curled up around a bedraggled flower. She fell to her knees, hands cupping his clammy face to turn it up toward her. His eyelashes fluttered and a low moan breezed past his slightly-blue lips. “Oh, goodness me!” she gasped quietly, bundling up his shivering body into her arms. Her mind raced a mile per minute, but one pervasive thought dominated everything: she had to get him warm, now.

Water soaked into her sundress as she bore him inside, kicking the door shut behind her. The flower flopped out of his limp hand to plop down on the floor in her entryway, spilling clumps of soil over the wood, as she hurried to her bedroom. She kneeled beside her futon, using one hand to pull back the comforter while the other kept him close to her chest. His shudders wracked her body, and she could hear his teeth clattering with every fierce quiver of his bones.

“Oh, child, what have you done?” she whispered as she quickly tugged off his wet clothes, leaving him in his undergarments. She used the hem of her dress to scrub as much water off his body as she could before nestling him under the blanket, tucking it underneath him to help retain his body heat. She scrambled to her closet to pull out two more thick blankets, laying them over the top of him, before running to her kitchen to start boiling water for a hot water bottle. While she impatiently waited, pacing the kitchen floor frantically, her eyes fell upon the daffodil still laying in the entryway.

Something about it calmed her panic. Slowly, she walked over to it, then picked the bedraggled flower up from the floor. Rain glistened on its bright green leaves and its delicate yellow petals, and bits of wet soil clung to its thin, string-like roots. It was potted, she realized as she studied the soil, recognizing bits of fertilizer amidst the clumps of dirt. I wonder if he dropped it… She wouldn’t know until he awoke, but the least she could do was re-pot the poor little flower.

She retrieved a small ceramic flower pot from the closet near her front door, then filled it with soil from the bag she kept inside. She carefully nestled the flower within the soil, watered it, and then carried it back to the kitchen. The water was now boiling in the kettle, so she filled a hot water bottle and then carried both it and the potted daffodil back to her bedroom. As she tucked the water bottle under the blankets near Shikadai’s feet, she was relieved to find that his breathing had evened and color had returned to his face.

Sighing gently, Ayumi sat at the head of the futon and placed the potted daffodil nearby. Its sweet aroma mingled with the fresh scent of rainwater, and she hoped it would further ease Shikadai’s suffering. Careful not to wake him, she undid his ponytail so she could stroke his brown hair, settling it out over the pillow while she ran her fingers through the damp strands. The storm continued to rage outside, the rain thundering down against the roof to fill her empty home with steady drumming.

Ayumi stayed by Shikadai’s side for nearly an hour, listening to the rain patter against the roof and walls while she caressed the sleeping boy’s hair. She had just began to doze off, head bobbing and eyes fluttering, when he released a small groan and began shifting around under the comforter. She snapped awake, and when he began to whimper, she leaned over him to gently brush his hair away from his forehead.

“Shh, shh,” she soothed as he looked blearily up at her, still caught in the confused haze of sleep. “You’re safe, Shikadai, I’m here.”

“Miss Ayumi,” he mumbled, his voice garbled with drowsiness. “Daffodil…” he then said, looking around and trying to get out from the futon.

“It’s right here,” she reassured, then picked it up to show him. He lifted his arms out from underneath the blanket so he could cup it to his chest, then flopped back against the mattress with a relieved sigh. She waited patiently for him to recover his bearings; lucidity gradually flooded the light blues of his eyes. “Shikadai,” she probed, and he turned his face away with a small huff. “Shikadai, why were you out in the rain? Running all the way here in that weather…”

“... Me and Dad got in a fight.”

“A fight?”

“Yeah,” he said. He absentmindedly stroked the tip of his index finger along the blade-like leaves of the daffodil as he spoke. “I just… He keeps pushing me away, no matter how much I try to fix us.” Though he was trying to hide his expression, she could see the tear bead in the corner of his eye and then slip down his ruddying cheek. His voice was unsteady as he continued in a small voice, “I just want us to get better.”

“I know,” Ayumi sighed. As he began to quietly sob, she gathered him up with the blankets and pulled him onto her lap. He dug his fingers into the fabric of her dress while he buried his face into her chest, and she didn’t care about the streaks of tears and snot he left behind. Crooning softly, she rubbed his back through the thick comforter. “I’m so proud of you, Shikadai. You’ve come such a long way in such a short time.”

“You are?” he sniffed into her bosom, and she nodded encouragingly.

“I am,” she reiterated. “Just think… Before, you were so angry with your father for not being there for you, and now, you’re so worried about being there for him.” He replied with a low whine, but his sobs quieted a little, indicating that her praise was having the intended effect. She cupped his face in her hands, turning his head up to make him look at her, and she smiled down into his watery blue eyes. “I know your father will get better. It will just take time. Grief is not something that is so easily overcome.”

Shikadai sniffed, then blinked, spilling more tears down his cheeks. She gently swiped them away with her thumbs. He leaned into her touch, his gaze dropping a little. “What is it?” she pressed. He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a few moments; clearly, there was something he didn’t want to say.

However, after a moment, he finally admitted, “When I tried to say that you were trying to help us… He yelled at me and said… That you’re not a replacement for my mom.”

Ayumi was admittedly taken aback. Her eyes widened as she pulled back a little from him, making Shikadai shift uncomfortably in her grasp. “I know that’s not true,” he hastily continued. “I mean, you’re a lot like my mom in a lot of ways, but I would never try to replace her. I don’t know why he would say something like that.” Holding the potted daffodil in one hand, he reached up to scrub at one of his teary eyes with the heel of the other palm. Ayumi, recovered from the initial shock of the statement, hummed reassuringly and used the fabric of the blanket to blot the rest of the tears on his face away.

“I think your father is confused, and that makes it easy for him to lash out,” she said. “It can be a bit triggering, seeing how close you and I have become, and it may make him feel like the memory of his wife is slipping away. That can be very hard for someone who is still grieving to process.”

Shikadai let out a small groan of consideration, then slumped tiredly against her. In his state, thinking too much was probably exhausting. Chuckling, she bundled him up to then lay him back on the futon, where he curled up still holding the daffodil.

“This was supposed to be a present for you, but… Can I hang onto it until morning?” he asked, looking up at her with hopeful blue eyes. Sweeping his hair from his face, she nodded, and a relieved smile graced his lips.

“Sleep,” she told him softly, and his eyes already began drooping at her command. “You don’t need to worry about your father. In time, he’ll begin to heal too. What’s most important is that no matter what, you’re there for him, Shikadai.”

“I know,” he said with a yawn, then snuggled into the downy fabric and plush mattress. “I know,” he breathed again, and then his eyes fluttered shut. His breathing gradually fell into a steady rhythm as he drifted back to sleep.

As soon as she was sure he would not awaken again, Ayumi swiftly rose to walk across her bedroom, pulling her rain jacket from her closet. She pulled the rubbery coat over her dress and zipped it up, then tugged a pair of rain boots over her feet. As she walked across the house to her entryway, she plucked her umbrella from the basket near the door. She looked down at the crumbs of soil still sitting on the wooden floor, and then inhaled sharply through her nose.

Shikadai has progressed so well. I can’t let him backtrack because of his father’s struggles. No matter what, I have to heal the rift between this family!

With a determined huff, Ayumi stepped out her front door. As she shut it behind her, the wind leaped forward with such force that she actually stumbled back into the door with a startled squeak. She held her hand out in front of her face to shield it from the pelting rain, and when the wind finally died down, her face was covered in a mist of rain and her bangs were slicked to her forehead. Never one to be deterred, however, she opened her umbrella and angled it, using it as a shield against the nearly horizontal rain.

The mud squelched under her boots as she picked her way across her flooded yard. The street wasn’t much better, a swamp of water and dirt swirling with currents. It was a proper summer torrent, and it would heckle Ayumi her entire way to Shikamaru’s house. Nevertheless, she was going to drag that man to his son whether he liked it or not, by his hair if she had to.

“Sometimes a man just needs a good woman to give him a swift kick in the rear,” she huffed with a small sneer, “And lucky for Shikamaru Nara, I am more than willing to be that woman.”

And so, she set off through the wind and the rain and the thunder and the lightning, for nothing would stand in the way of her bringing this shattered family happiness.

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