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mountainsandmayhem · 5 months ago

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BDSMaid - Chapter 7

Series Summary: After recently graduating you take what is supposed to be a job to save money before you go back to university to get your law degree. Your best friend offers you a job cleaning luxury homes for clients you’ll never know. Easy. Simple. Mundane. Until one of your clients is home and everything you felt was missing in your life starts to fall into place. This goes against the NDA you signed and you could get fired. Or worse, you could fall in love.

CW: 18+ MDNI. In order to avoid spoilers, all tags are under the cut in small red lettering. Reader does have some body descriptions so more of an oc than female reader.

AN: I am not the least bit sorry for the ending 😉

Word Count: 8k

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TW: open door smut scenes, unprotected P in V. Cream pie. Squirting. Use of nipple clamps. Oral (female receiving). Fingering (anal and vaginal). Ass play. Use of nicknames (good girl, sweet girl). Pussy and dick pronouns. Joel having a filthy mouth.

You

Holy shit, I just fucked Joel Miller.

The thought rattles around your brain over and over, as if the more you say the more real it will feel, but you’re still floating, still up in the clouds even though you’re firmly tucked against Joel's side. Your head rests in his chest, rising and falling with the quick rhythm of this breathing. Your eyes flick down to his beautiful cock; it’s standing straight up, ready whenever you are, as you both try to slow your heartbeats and breathing. You nestle your body tighter to the warm, solid wall of a man beside you, wrapping a leg around his. He slides his fingers up and down your spine. As you lay in silence your mind races.

“Just call me Joel”.

There are almost too many things bouncing around your head, making it hard to focus on only one. Does he love me? When I tell him what I've decided with college, will he think I’m staying in Austin because of this? Aren’t I staying in Austin because of this? How else do I explain it? What about my friends? I don’t want to keep this a secret anymore; is this worth losing my job over? What if this is all part of his plan? Sleep with me and then use it as a reason to end our dom/sub relationship? Is this even a dom/sub relationship anymore?

Anxiety and worry start to buzz through your veins. The sight of soft belly and rock hard cock blurs. You slam your eyes shut, the unknown starting to overwhelm you. Sucking in a big breath, you try to break the vice grip that’s starting to tighten around on your lungs and throat.

“Are you ok?” Joel says softly.

“Ya,” you nod as his free hand that's been tucked under his head comes to your chin and tilts it up. The moment you’re engulfed by his soft chocolate brown eyes, your brain stops. Quiet washes over you. You’re safe here, you’ve always been safe here. Rolling over, you perch yourself on his leg and hip, chin resting on the tops of your hands as they lay on his chest. You can feel his heart beating strong and steady under your hands. That’s what you need: consistent stability. No, not need, deserve.

Joel removes the golden clip from your hair. “Freckles, I probably should have said this before, but this isn’t what I normally do with my subs, and I’m…”

His eyes dance around yours as he pauses. You can see a million emotions happening at once, all of them mirrored in yours. Fear. Happiness. Confusion. Anxiety. Vulnerability. But mostly, love. You finish the sentence for him.

“I’m pretty sure we aren’t just a dom and a sub, Joel. I don’t know if we ever have been.”

I love you.

With that, he pulls himself up, stuffing some pillows so he can lean comfortably against the headboard. You follow, and he guides you to straddle his lap, his cock pressed between your bodies. The air between you feels thick with emotion. Both of you look at the other, your shallow breaths in sync before both of you snap and dive in. The kiss is hungry and desperate. There’s probably a million things you both could say, but in this moment, the kiss is enough.

“I’m never going to get enough of you,” he moans as your lips trail his jawline.

“Good,” you hum, sliding your hips up to drag your pussy along his length. You’ve slept with a handful of men before Joel, but it’s never been this passionate with anyone else. You just had each other, yet here you both are, acting like it’s been years since you’ve touched. His head falls back, a sigh passing his parted lips as you kiss down his neck.

“Fuck that feels good, sweet girl.” His hands tighten along your hips. Joel is always so concerned with your pleasure and needs, so for now, or for as long as he’ll let you, you spend time focusing on him. You kiss every inch of him that you can reach: his neck and shoulders, his collarbone and ear lobes, all while softly grinding against his cock. Every moan and gasp from his lips has you growing wetter.

You drag your slippery pussy up his cock, both of you completely coated in your arousal. Joel lifts you to hover above his cock. “Need to feel you wrapped around me again. Please, sweet girl.”

You capture the sound of him begging with your lips, snake a hand in between your bodies, and guide the tip of his bare cock inside of yourself. You shudder and whimper at the delicious stretch of him. “Oh god.”

“This pussy,” he coos, and the sound of his weakness at the feel of you has the muscles behind your navel tightening. Your lips find his again as you slowly work yourself down his cock. “That’s my girl, nice and slow.”

You rock and grind, sliding him in further, your body writhing as you take inch by tortuous inch. As your hips finally come into contact with his, you still your movements and relax into the feeling of him at this new angle. Joel is definitely big, not in a scary romance novel kind of way, but bigger and thicker than you’ve been with. “Joel,” you mew, the vowels of his name lasting longer than they should and you tuck your head into his neck.

“It’s all you, baby girl. Just sit on him if you need to, fuck.” He kisses your shoulder, hands moving to the globes of your ass. “Tell me how it feels.”

“F-full,” you whine into his skin.

“What else, my sweet girl?”

“You’re so big, J-Joel. I can feel you everywhere. I - I need, oh my god.” You grind your hips forward slightly, the cool metal of his piercing sending a shockwave through your clit and up your spine. “More. I need more.”

“Just take it, baby. I’m yours.” He rasps between kisses along your shoulder and neck.

You pull back, your face mere inches from him. He’s everywhere all at once and the painful stretch of your cunt around his cock starts to become an intense burning pleasure with each flick of your hips.

“Suck on my nipples,” you gasp, leaning back slightly. The shiny silver ring in his pelvis presses harder against your clit, and now, not only are you madly in love with Joel Miller, you’re also so fucking addicted that not even a twelve step program could fix you.

He obeys your wishes, sucking your right nipple into his warm mouth roughly and swirling his tongue as your hips grind back and forth once, twice, three times. He moans against your skin, moving his hands up your body to cup both your breasts. “Harder, please Joel, harder.”

Your movements become less fluid; your clit aches with every brush against his piercing. The muscles behind your navel start to feel like they’re going to snap. He moves to the other nipple, meeting it with his teeth, but it’s still not enough.

“Harder,” you beg.

“Do you need clamps, baby?” Of course this man would know what you need; he’s never not known what you need.

“Yes, god yes. I need more.”

“Can you reach the top drawer of the nightstand?” You nod, then push his sweaty curls away from his forehead. He raises an eyebrow and you reach into the drawer, pulling out a small set of gold nipple clamps. “Good girl. Now, can you reach my hat at the end of the bed?”

You press your lips into a thin line to stop your smile and nod excitedly. He winks and you turn your upper body the other way and stretch to reach his hat. As soon as you place it on his head you feel the sharp pressure of the clamp on your left nipple. The pain heightens the feeling of him inside of you and a high pitched whine leaves your throat.

“Fuck, please, Joel. Please.”

As he places the second clamp he says, “You don’t even know what you’re begging for, do you?”

A mix between a whimper and a whine passes your lips in response and your lashes flutter shut. “That’s what I thought. Just as long as I keep myself deep in this tight little pussy, you’ll be happy. Won’t you?”

The second clamp evens out the pain and sends a wave of adrenaline through your system. You pick up the speed of your hips. His piercing bumps against your clit, the pleasure coursing through your veins mixed with the burning pinch on your nipples is almost all the ingredients you need to fall over the edge.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl. Wish you could see how good you look right now.” Joel moves his hands back to your ass, pulling you forward in time with the pace you’ve set.

“I love - Joel, oh my god.” You want to tell him how much you love the feeling of him inside of you, how much you love the words he says and the praise he gives, but you aren’t capable of forming sentences with the way his piercing teases at your clit. All you can do is let your forehead fall to his shoulder, your eyes squeezing tighter.

“Love what, huh?” He whispers deeply into your ear. “The feeling of my bare cock so deep inside of you that you can feel it in your stomach? Or the way my piercing feels against your swollen clit? Or maybe you love the pain of the clamps on your nipples as you ride me? Huh? Is that what you love, baby?” You make a gasping whining sound of agreement.

“Look at me,” he adds. It takes all of your strength to sit back up and open your eyes. When he comes into focus you’re overcome with desire. He’s so much more than you could ever imagine in his new black cowboy hat, pupils blown wide with passion, and cheeks flushed a light pink. “Good girl, keep your eyes on me. I want to see it in your eyes when you come on my cock.”

Your hips slow, but you push your clit harder against his pelvis, and you blurt the first thought you have. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Joel.”

A smile tug of his cheek reveals the boyish dimple you love so much. You slide your hands from his shoulders to the short hair at the nape of his neck. You’re close, so very close. “Come with me, I’m so close,” you whimper.

“I know, Freckles. Fuck, I can feel it.” He doesn’t take his eyes off yours, but the flex of his jaw tells you he’s holding back for you. “Squeezin’ me so tight. Fuck, can feel her fluttering, listen to how wet you are.”

You reach back and grab his wrist, squeezing it gently, “Spank me.”

“Christ, sweet girl.”

You release his wrist, and without looking away he spanks you hard and you are launched into your orgasm. His face lights up with admiration as you chant a mixture of his name and ‘oh god’. You grind frantically into his piercing, your clit practically vibrating at the attention.

“That’s it baby. Good, fuck, I’m gonna, good girl. Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop.” He slaps your ass again and that same familiar pooling of liquid starts to build.

“More,” you cry and he spanks you again.

You feel the gush of your cum, and Joel takes over as you’re consumed by pleasure. His strong hands grip your hips, moving you at a slower pace. “There she goes, such a messy little pussy.”

You peel your eyes away from him, looking down at the way his piercing presses against your clit when your bodies meet. “Fill me,” you moan.

“Fuck - oh fuck, sweet girl.” Your orgasm starts to fade and you tug at the hair you can reach.

“Fill me, Joel. I want to feel you leaking out of me for days.” You aren’t sure where this version of yourself has come from. Just weeks ago you wandered around JMKink all wide-eyed and nervous, and now you’re saying words that you never thought you could.

Joel lets out a mix between a growl and a moan and you feel his cock harden before it jerks inside of you, hot ropes of his cum filling you like you asked. He moans your name, stilling your hips in his hands as his orgasm washes over him. “God, you feel so good.”

The two of you gasp for breath, your head falls back and you close your eyes, trying to slow your heart beat. Joel removes the nipple clamps and you cry out just as he places light kisses along them. “Ouch,” you whimper.

“I know,” he says, moving to kiss the other one. “Taking them off is the worst part. I’m sorry, sweet girl.”

When he pulls back to look at you again your body goes limp and you fall into his chest, head tucked into the crook of his neck. “Need a minute,” you murmur.

He pulls the blanket from the other side of the bed and wraps it around the two of you. “Good, because I’m not ready to let you go yet.” His lips caress your hairline softly, one hand on your back under the blanket, the other playing with your hair.

I love you.

After a few moments of blissfully content silence you wince at the pinch in your hip. “I gotta get up, I’m sorry.”

He laughs gently into your hair, and pulls back the blanket before helping you slide off his softened cock. You both look at the mess you’ve made on his lap and you let out a mischievous giggle.

“Don’t even think about it, Freckles. I need nourishment before you take advantage of me again.” He says jokingly.

“Well, I guess this is what I get for fucking around with an old man,” you laugh, flopping down on the bed beside him.

Joel moves quickly, slipping two thick fingers inside of you easily and you squirm at the feeling. You suck in a huge breath, like you’re about to swim to the bottom of a deep pool. Tears start to burn behind your eyes as overstimulation makes it almost impossible to breathe, nevermind being able to tell him to stop.

His voice is a gravel filled growl, “That right, little girl? Because from what I can tell, you’re about to beg me to stop, so be careful who you call old.”

Heat flushes your skin, pleasure building, yet when your tired pussy flutters around his strong digits a loud, pained cry fills the room. You’re not willing to admit defeat as you force your lungs to suck in a breath.

“I’m not.”

“No?” He pumps his fingers harder against your sensitive g-spot. “Don’t wanna use that safe word?”

Can’t. Fuck, I might actually die if I come again again. You never imagined yourself debating if you wanted another orgasm. A cold sweat coats your lower back as you arch off the bed, a sob leaving your throat.

“How’s that feel? Wanna come again?”

You shake your head and moan in disagreement.

“You sure? She wants to, I can feel it.” He pumps his fingers forward again.

“M-mister Miller. No.” As you swallow down the scream that’s inching its way up from your lungs he watches your throat like a starved wolf.

“Safeword,” he commands.

“Steg-“ you don’t even say the full word and he’s slipping his fingers out of you with a lewd squelching sound. “Thank you.”

“Are you okay?” He says softly, his dom mask gone as his eyebrows knit in concern.

“Yes,” you say with a quiet laugh. “I was close to coming again, but….”

He gives you a thigh lipped smile, “Sore?”

You nod as he continues, “Food, then shower, then we can come back here,” he says deeply before he slips his two fingers in his mouth, cleaning off the mixture of the two of you.

I fucking love you, Joel Miller.

Joel

The small crack of light in the curtains wakes him. His alarm clock shows 7:18 am; he can’t remember the last time he slept past six am, but he also can’t remember the last time he stayed up until two in the morning. He rolls slowly, careful not to disturb you in the cocoon of blankets you’ve created in the night. The top of your head and one foot is the only thing visible, your slow, quiet breathing filling the room.

So fucking cute.

He pulls on a pair of black pajama pants and adjusts the curtains to keep the room dark before slipping downstairs. The morning sun reflects off the gold in the marble, basking his kitchen in warm fire light. His eyes glance around the kitchen, a dirty frying pan sits in the sink from the grilled cheese sandwiches he made you both last night, the kitchen stool still pulled out from where you sat. A smile pulls at his cheeks, his cock stirring as he remembers the rest of the evening.

The two of you ate your sandwiches; all you had on was one of his t-shirts, and he was wearing the pants he’s in now. After you both finished eating, he grunted as he came over to help you off the stool. You made another joke about him being old. Slipping in and out of dom mode is almost too easy around you. Without missing a beat, he made you clean the cum that had leaked out of you off the stool with your tongue, then spanked you until more cum dripped down your legs and onto the floor. He didn’t even have to tell you what to do, all he did was glance at the floor then at you with a raised brow. His sweet girl got down on her hands and knees and cleaned up. He praised you the entire time and then took you upstairs to shower; not that it did much good, because he fucked you from behind the moment the two of you got back into his bed. Joel hasn’t fucked someone back-to-back like that in years, but you have him feeling like he’s in his twenties again.

He pulls the jar of imported coffee beans from the cupboard and grinds them, reflecting upon how easy it was to just sit with you. As you ate, you both laughed and joked about whatever came to mind. He made fun of you for asking for ketchup to dip your sandwich in, then you poked fun back by eating the sandwich with one pinky up once you realized it wasn’t just processed bread and cheese.

As he tamps the freshly ground beans into the basket he realizes just how lonely he has been. He’s always been surrounded by people and enjoyed coming home to his quiet solitude of a house, but now? He smiles sadly to himself. This is really going to hurt.

He places the basket in the machine and as it brews he gets your beans in the grinder and then grabs the milk to steam and froth. He adds the milk to his cup and then starts on yours just as he hears a very soft ‘Good Morning’ from behind him.

He looks over his shoulder as you wrap your arms around his middle, placing a kiss on his bare spine. It shoots right to his heart and he holds it there, desperate to keep this love he’s feeling, love he knows is on a timeline.

“Good morning, sweet girl. Coffee?”

“Mmm, yes please.”

He rubs at your arms around his stomach. “How does bacon and eggs sound?”

The soft warmth of your cheek rests on his back as he steams your milk, your espresso almost done. “You actually use the kitchen?”

“Used it last night, didn’t I?”

“Yea,” you reply, “but I’ve never seen you have actual food in your fridge. Cleaning it is always on your list, but aside from milk there’s never been anything in it.”

“That’s not entirely true,” he says.

“You’re right, once there was just a single long stemmed red rose.” The rose he got you for your birthday.

“So you’re saying you don’t want surprise long stemmed roses?”

You gasp dramatically behind him and then wiggle under his arm. He laughs, adjusting his grip on the milk and coffee cup to pour the milk just right, creating a heart on the top of your latte and then holding it in front of you. He watches the little smile that curves your lips. “Thank you, Joel.”

He kisses your forehead before you both part. His eyes trail from your face, down your body that’s draped in one of his black t-shirts brushing the top of your bare thighs. “Breakfast?”

You nod, wrapping both your hands around your coffee cup and inhaling. “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing. Get that cute little ass on one of those stools,” he spins you and pats at your butt gently, a giggle escaping your throat as you wander around the island to sit.

Joel gathers what he needs for breakfast, and after a few heartbeats you break the silence. “Can I ask you a question?”

He glances over at you, “We’ve been through this. You don’t need to ask permission, just ask.”

“Well, it’s about the hat.”

“Ah,” he says softly, starting one of the gas burners to heat the cast iron pan for the bacon. “You can ask anything you’d like, baby.”

“I just wasn’t expecting that sort of reaction.”

“That’s not a question,” he says jokingly.

You let out an amused sound that’s part giggle, part snort. “What’s the history behind the black cowboy hat?”

He clears his throat, moving around the kitchen the entire time he speaks. “I grew up on a small ranch outside of Austin. My grandparents’ ranch. Me and Tommy lived there with our mom. My grandma gave us both our first cowboy hats; mine was a black Stetson with a black satin liner. I wore that hat all the time. It brought me comfort for whatever reason, or maybe it was confidence in those awkward adolescent years. Whatever it was, it sort of became a part of who I was as a teenager. One night, in my senior year, after winning our baseball state championship I went to a party, with my hat on, of course…that’s, umm, that’s where I met her.”

He watches you take a sip of your coffee, eyes soft. “Tiffany, my…my wife. That’s where I met her. My grandpa always said that I’d feel a tug, like a pull behind my belly button, and it did. When I went to talk to her she took my hat and put it on her head and…I just knew. That hat, well, I wore it for her from then on.”

“Where’s the hat now?” You say, looking shyly up at him.

He turns back the stove, swallowing the dry lump in his throat and flips the bacon before cracking the eggs in the second pan. His voice is low. “When she passed away it just felt right to send the hat with her. I couldn’t let her go alone.”

The eggs sizzle as he flips them. “How old were you when that happened?”

“Young,” he says, then looks back over at you. “About twenty three or twenty four.”

He scoops two eggs and a few pieces of bacon on each plate and then walks around to the stool beside you. “I’m sorry that happened, Joel.”

He places a light kiss on your forehead, sliding the plate in front of you. “Me too, baby. Thank you.”

Joel sits on the stool next to yours but that still isn’t close enough for him. He grabs the leg of your stool and pulls you tight to his side. The moment your shoulder makes contact with his arm he feels more at ease. Talking about Tiffany isn’t so painful anymore.

“So it’s just been you and your daughter since then? You didn’t want to remarry?” He watched the way your lips purse to blow on your fork full of eggs before he answers.

“I wasn’t opposed to remarrying. Sarah used to try to set me up with her friends' moms when she was kid. But, I never felt that pull like I did with Tiff. I focused all of my time on Sarah and building my construction firm.“

It feels almost too comfortable to talk to you as he continues between bites. “I just kept waiting for that pull again. Then my career took off; I went from building homes to mansions, and then eventually apartment complexes. I didn’t have time to even look for a partner.”

“Is that when you got into BDSM?” You ask, nibbling on your bacon.

“Ya, I met Cap…”

“Cap?” You interrupt, looking at him with wide eyes. “Like the sweet man with the grey hair and kind blue eyes who drives me around?”

“Yes, same Cap. He taught me almost everything about being a Dom.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “He’s so soft and kind.”

“Am I not soft and kind?” He says, placing a hand on his chest. You press a kiss to his cheek and he raises an eyebrow at you. “As I was saying, I met Cap through one of the trades we hired to run cable through a large apartment building. Spent a lot of hours with him and he eventually brought up how being a dom might be a good option for me and wouldn’t risk Sarah getting hurt through a break up.”

“Sarah is older than me, isn’t she?” You put your fork down and look up at him with concern.

He nods, “She is. Not by much, but she is. However, I recently learned that I was the campus DILF while she was in university.”

You snort a laugh beside him.

“She just wants me to be happy. I don’t know what I did right with that kid. She’s a doctor and just got accepted to a surgery fellowship in New York.”

As he finishes his last few bites, your soft, warm palm traces up and down his bare back slowly. “I’m sure you were, or are, an amazing dad.”

He smiles over at you as reality slams into him. You’re younger than his daughter. You’re going to want things that he’s already done and is too old to do again. And quite frankly, he doesn’t want to do it again. Biologically he cannot have any more kids, and he’s not looking to adopt. He’s done that part of his life.

One of his hands wraps around the back of your neck and his mind races as he lowers his face to yours. He’s sure you’re going to go to Berkeley, which will break his heart, but also means he can keep that pesky little secret he’s been keeping from you hidden. You finding out about that will ruin him.

You

Something shifts in Joel’s eyes before he kisses you, his tongue swiping against your lips, asking to let him in. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, as the urge to show him just how much you need him takes over. You spin your body towards him, kissing him back at the pace he’s set. You could sit like this for hours, your lips fused to his, his tongue flicking sweetly against yours. Your hands roam along the muscle-lined skin of his arms, pressing your lips happily to his without any plans to break the kiss first.

After a few minutes, Joel pulls back, cupping your chin, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Speaking of university,” he prompts.

You take a slow deep breath in through your nose, trying to keep your face a neutral mask as all of your thoughts around school and Joel scream in your mind. He squeezes your hand reassuringly, “Come with me.”

As he leads you towards the stairs to the basement you say, “We should clean up.”

“Nah,” he starts leading you down the stairs, his voice light, “I have a cleaner coming this week.”

You jokingly hit his shoulder with a laugh as he walks down the stairs in front of you. The two of you settle into the plush couch. You cozy up into the corner of the sectional, him beside you. He pulls your feet onto his lap and then flips a blanket from the back of the couch over you.

“It’s gonna be Berkeley, right?” Joel’s voice is excited and curious, not disappointed. For a second you think he might not care in the way you think he does, until your eyes meet his. His eyes tell a whole damn story right now, more honey flecks than onyx shine your direction. They seem sad almost, or longing.

“Maybe. That was sort of my dream school but I don’t know anymore.”

His thumbs press into the arches of your feet and after wearing those ridiculous heels last night it feels delicious. “Your phone screen, which, by the way, I’m getting you a new phone. That screen is a hazard, and don’t bother arguing with me. But your Lock Screen is the beach.”

“I know,” you look down at your hands, picking at the pearly white polish.

“I want you to follow your dreams, sweet girl.”

“But that’s the thing, Joel. Becoming a lawyer is the dream. Either way, I will graduate as a lawyer, so…” The words die on your tongue and hang heavy between the two of you.

“Don’t pick based on me.” He says softly.

You scoff, immediately annoyed by his ego. Is that really what he thinks of you? That some man would come along and change everything you had planned. Didn’t he though?

You pull your feet from his lap, bending your knees up as if you’re building a wall between the two of you. “I’m not. I’m a grown woman who can, and does, make decisions for herself.”

“So then what’s the reason for giving up what was always your dream school for a law school here?”

You feel sick to your stomach. His singing last night, that wasn’t a proclamation of love to you. He was just singing a song that he knows and you almost changed your entire life’s trajectory for him.

No, you remind yourself, these are valid points. Joel or not, it makes sense to stay.

It doesn’t matter how you justify it to yourself in your mind, the annoyance that anyone would think you’d make a decision this huge for anyone but yourself doesn’t ease. You didn’t even consider your parents when you left for university, so why would he think you’d consider him when you’ve only known him a few weeks?

You try to keep the edge of frustration out of your voice as you respond. “It’s cheaper, for one. I also have a job that I could do once or twice a week if I stay here. I have a chosen family of friends who support and love me. There’s lots of reasons. And at the end of it all, I come out with a law degree.”

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, his fingers toying with the hem of the blanket. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to defend yourself or your decisions.”

“You assumed I’d choose my future based on you.” You say, and it comes out a lot angrier than you intend. You rush an apology, “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound so harsh.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” his voice stays soft as he moves to rub the top of your foot under the blanket. You let him pull it back onto his lap, shortly followed by the other foot. “You’re making a big decision and I could see you working through your thoughts in the car last night. I just don’t want you to think you have to figure this out on your own. I’m here for you. I’m sorry, sweet girl. I was trying to let you know I’m here. I should have worded that differently to begin with.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, looking back down at your hands. You feel about two feet tall all of a sudden.

“Hey,” he squeezes at your calves and you look back up at him. “You have nothing to be sorry for. C’mere.”

You slide across the couch and he pulls you close, draping your legs over his and wrapping you in his arms. “I know Berkeley is more expensive, but you’d have more opportunities there, wouldn’t you?”

You shrug and lean into his touch. “Maybe, but I’d finish top of the class here, I don’t know where I’ll fit there. Plus, my friends. It’s weird, I’ve never been scared to leave somewhere before; not even when I was freshly eighteen and left my parents, but now I am.”

His strong hands rub along skin, desire beginning to flicker at your core. It’s only further ignited when he speaks again.

“Those are all very valid reasons and fears, sweet girl. We all feel that way about big change. Your friends will always be there for you, regardless of what state you decide to go to school in. I’ve only known you for a short time, and I can see how much this means to you. They’ve known you a lot longer, I can only imagine how proud of you they must be. You’re an amazing person and an incredibly hard worker. If anyone can do this, it’s you.”

“I’ll be in debt forever,” you say with a sigh, leaning back so you can see his face.

“You don’t have to be…”

“No, I’ll accept the phone, albeit begrudgingly, but I will not accept that.”

“We’ll see about that,” he says with a wink and a laugh as you roll your eyes.

Joel

The rest of the morning was spent laughing and talking. He asked about your first kiss, your favourite song, what you were most proud of so far. He filed away every single answer.

As the two of you cleaned up from breakfast he said, “So you never saw yourself having kids?”

“No. I saw myself fighting for others. I think based on my past that I’d be a great mother, just do the opposite of what my parents did, but that never interested me.”

His fears from earlier started to ease knowing that you didn’t want kids, and your views on marriage were so mature compared to what he usually heard.

He oiled the cast iron as you spoke. “I just need a partner. Someone who is on my side. I’ve been alone almost my entire life, and I can be happy alone. It’s not the company I need - it’s the support. Someone who can shut the world off. You know?”

He knew the moment he saw you that he could turn you into the perfect little submissive, his perfect submissive.

“Sounds like you need a partner who knows how to be a Dom,” he says with a wink, eyes roaming over your body in just that thin black t-shirt he gave you. He sees the switch in your eyes, desire blows your pupils wide, darkening your usually sparkling orbs. “Does my sweet girl need something?”

He watches your thighs squeeze together as you stand beside him. You hum a yes and nod your head.

“Are you sore?”

“Yes, Mister Miller. But I still need it.”

He leans in closely, tracking the shiver that runs up your body as his lips ghost along the shell of your ear. In a deep whispered command he says, “Give me that shirt, and then go wait upstairs for me.”

He pulls back and watches as your arms cross in front of your body and grab the hem of the soft cotton shirt. Time slows as you reveal your naked body to him, his heart catching in his throat along with his breath. So utterly perfect.

“Good girl,” he hums, extending his hand for the shirt. “Upstairs, on your hands and knees at the foot of the bed.”

He watches you the entire way up the stairs. You only glance over your shoulder once, and he knows the wink he sends you is the reassurance you need. Granted, the little smile and the slight skip in your step afterwards were a dead giveaway that you’re excited for whatever he has planned.

He waits in the kitchen, forcing himself to keep his eye on the digital clock of the microwave. Three minutes, he tells himself. His dick has other plans, throbbing behind his loose, low hanging pajama pants. Wait three minutes, you weak and pathetic little man.

He palms himself through the fabric to relieve some of the ache, picturing your ass up in the air on the end of his bed. When the three minutes pass, he practically sprints up the stairs until he reaches his bedroom. He takes a breath to compose himself before stepping over the threshold. Looking to his left, you’re exactly how he wanted you. Knees on the edge of the bed, hands planted on the mattress, eyes glued to the fluffy sheets below you.

“Remind me, sweet girl,” he fights the smile as you startle at his voice, wide eyes looking over your shoulder. He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms. “Did you mark off that you’re interested in exploring aspects of anal sex?”

“Yes, Mister Miller.” You say shyly.

“Here’s what we are going to do,” he starts to walk towards you, eyes roaming along every inch of you. “Look at the mattress, please.”

He smiles as you obey, always his good girl.

“You’re going to stay very still. I am going to tease your beautiful pussy and ass with my tongue and fingers.” He stops right behind you, running his fingertips along the back of your thighs. “I’m going to go slow. I want you to close your eyes and just breathe. Focus on my tongue. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Mister Miller.”

“Good girl. Before we start, grab a pillow and put your chest on the bed. I need you to arch your back for me.” He slips his pajama pants off as you crawl forward to grab the pillow and licks his lips as your ass scoots back down the bed before you get into his desired position.

“So beautiful,” he coos, kneeling on the small bench at the foot of his bed. “I’m going to start by drawing long lines of my tongue from here,” his finger lightly presses on your clit, he collects your arousal as he runs it up the soft folds of your cunt, stopping when he reaches your asshole, “To here”.

“I’m going to do that a few times, and then start applying more and more pressure. Once you start to shake, and you will start, sweet girl, so please, don’t hold back. But once you start to shake, I’m going to swirl my thumb along that tight little ring of muscle while I eat your pussy.”

You let out a moan, he hasn’t even touched you yet and he can see you growing wetter. “Think you like the idea of that. Already so wet for me.”

“What else?” You ask with a moan.

“I’m going to tease your ass with my tongue and fingers until you let me in. And then fuck you with my fingers, all while continuing to suck on your clit until you come for me. Do I have your consent?”

He can hear the smile on your face as you say, “Yes, Mister Miller.”

“No, no, baby. I want you to say ‘Yes, Mister Miller, you have my consent to play with my ass’.”

He sees your cheeks flush crimson, he brings his hands to your waist, holding you firmly as his cock rubs against your thighs. “Y-yes, Mister Miller. You have my consent….”

“You can say it, sweet girl. Come on.”

“To….”

He leans over you, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “Good girl, keep going.”

“To play with my ass.”

He sinks his teeth into the meat of one of your cheeks and then runs his tongue over the sharp pain before he does exactly as he said he was going to.

You

Your whimpers of pleasure fill the room as two of Joel’s thick fingers slide easily into your ass. You have no concept of how long he’s been teasing you. Since he took the lube out, you’ve been nothing but a vibrating ball of pleasure. His tongue flicks your clit with perfect precision, his fingers stretching and caressing you at the same time.

“I wanna come, Mister Miller,” you whine.

He pulls his face away from your centre. “That right?”

“Please. It feels so good.”

“You know you don’t have to ask, sweet girl. You can come as many times as you want.”

“Need more,” you manage to gasp as he curls his fingers slightly inside of you.

“What do you need?”

“Fuck me - fuck me while you do that with your fingers.”

“‘Manners!” He growls.

“Please, Mister Miller,” you half whine, half cry. “I need to come. Please.”

He slips his fingers from you and you whimper in protest. “I know, sweet girl.”

He urges you to move forward and then you feel the mattress dip as he kneels behind you. The click of the cap of the lube sounds behind you, the cool liquid hitting your ass. The warm tip of his cock slides from your ass to clit, back and forth, spreading your slick along with the lube. You push back into the soft top of his cock every time it teases your ass.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“It’s been hours, please, Mister Miller.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, baby,” he says, focusing his attention on that tight ring of muscle that you’ve never explored before. “It hasn’t even been an hour.“

You push back again, feeling intense pressure. You hiss as the sensation but don’t pull away. “Easy, sweet girl. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The slippery tip of his cock slides towards your entrance. He pauses, and then as he finally pushes inside of you, his thumb enters you at the same time. You cry out, “Oh my god.”

The usual pinch of the stretch of him filling you isn’t there this time. You don’t need to adjust to his size, you just need him to fuck you.

“Harder, Mister Miller.”

He obliges, keeping his thumb firmly inside of you as he slides his hips back and thrusts forward. He repeats this motion, setting a quick pace, his hips slamming against your ass over and over. You bury your face into the pillow and scream; deja vu washes over you. The darkness, the way his cock kisses your g-spot, the heat of his body behind you. This is the recurring dream you used to have about Joel, and it’s so much better in real life.

“Play with your pretty clit, sweet girl. Wanna feel you.”

You bring your hand to your clit. You’re so wet that your fingers easily slip along your most sensitive part. You rub fast, tight circles, moaning and somehow arching your back even further. “Atta girl. Make yourself come for me.”

Your orgasm slams through you and you scream his preferred dom name into the pillow. Your entire body is vibrating, your pussy clenches hard around his cock. You feel him growing harder before he’s calling your name along with praise and then spills inside of you.

His forehead meets your back, the sweat of his forehead mixing with your own as you both try to catch your breath. Your heart races. I love you.

Joel

When his alarm goes off Monday morning, it’s the first time in a long time that he’s not looking forward to work. He spent the better part of his weekend with you. The rest of your Saturday was spent in a bubble bath before ordering take out and watching movies. He reluctantly dropped you off at home on Sunday morning in a pair of his sweatpants, a hoodie and wool socks. Even while carrying your dress and heels and doing a proverbial walk of shame, you were undeniably gorgeous.

Now, he sits in his office, the heat of the afternoon spring sun causing the air conditioner to whirl. In the past few weeks, his feelings towards being in a relationship has mirrored the weather. When he met you in February, he was cold and isolated towards the idea, but now just weeks later as March turns to April, he’s warm and soft towards it, opening up to someone when he didn’t think he ever would. He opens a brown folder, a proposal for a new building that JMConstriction is going to take on. Tommy has already done the real work; at this point, Joel is just the figurehead for the construction side. He grabs his pen, looping a J and an M neatly.

He places his glass on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose. He knows he should have read that before signing, if only he could focus on the words. Somehow the letters on the page transformed into you. Smiling as the movie played, laughing as the two of you tried to toss popcorn across the couch and into the other person's mouth.

He’s all in, for as long as you’ll let him. He woke up Sunday morning to his cock in your mouth. You whispered asking if it was ok and after his hum of approval he watched your lips slide up and down his shaft. Simply put, he is mesmerized by you. He stopped you before he came, pulling you onto your side, your back against his front and slipped inside of you. He made you come three times before he let himself fall over the edge.

As he held you, you confirmed that you were staying here for law school.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes. For lots of reasons. But yes, I’m happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been happy. I’m staying here.”

Guilt and excitement swirled in his stomach at your decision. He has to tell you what he did. He should tell you regardless of your decision, but it’s going to be so much harder now. He picks up his phone and texts you.

Joel: Hi, sweet girl. Before we celebrate at the club on Tuesday, can I take you out for dinner?

You: I would love that, Mister Miller. But this super rich man has me scheduled to clean his house from 12-4, so what time are you thinking?

Joel: Get ready at my place, Freckles. We’ll have a drink and then go for dinner, then I’m going to teach you all about the St. Andrew’s Cross.

He wants you to stay. More than wants, he needs you to stay. The thought of you leaving now makes him feel like his lungs are in a vice grip. Wrong, Joel. That vice grip is actually that thing you did. You know this is going to hurt her, he scolds himself loudly. The imaginary iron fist squeezes tighter and he fights to suck in a full breath.

He has to tell you. He will tell you. At dinner tomorrow night, he will explain everything from the beginning. You can’t find out any other way or you’ll likely never forgive him. His heart starts to deflate at the thought of not being able to wake up beside you again; seeing you in a cocoon of down-filled sheets, just the top of your head and one foot giving away your identity.

He stands from his desk and walks towards his office door, clicking the lock and resting his forehead against the wood. He closes his eyes, resting one hand on his chest. I can’t lose her.

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grenadehearts · 3 months ago

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don't forget to kiss me yuji.itadori

in which your bf is even more awk then you..

authors note: f!reader so scared 2 post this.. i feel like its so ugh also not proofread! 2.2k words! masterlist link here.

You and Yuji were always so awkward around each other, to the point that it led to completely red faces and twitching fingers.

Sure, he was a lot more outspoken with strangers and friends, while you were always on the quieter side. And when you did get comfortable with someone, you tended to talk too much.

You envied Yuji a bit. He always knew exactly what to say, and even when he didn’t, he had the charm to make it work anyway. But it was more than that—he had this boyish charm that sent you reeling, making you kick your feet in your dorm room late at night, squealing into your pillow while playing Beabadoobee on repeat, thinking of him.

You still remember the first time you saw him—pink hair, wide brown eyes, and the cutest smile ever. You were smitten from the beginning. Too shy to talk to him, though. Then, during a mission, you had been paired up with him and Nanami. He kept trying to talk to you, making funny remarks or simply attempting conversation. At one point, he had stared at you, scrunching his face in pure confusion, as if analyzing some small detail. Then he pointed to the corner of your eye, where your glitter eyeshadow shimmered, and said, "That's really pretty." All while rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

He was the only person who ever really talked to you—aside from the forced interactions Gojo pushed onto others. You figured there had to be something wrong with you. You were too odd, always saying the wrong thing, laughing at the wrong time, tripping over your own two feet. No matter what, you never seemed to fit in or draw anyone’s attention.

That was until you met Yuji.

Even after that compliment—after the pale pink dusting your cheeks at this super cute, jacked boy noticing you—it still didn’t feel real. This only happened in shoujo anime, right? Yet, despite your awkwardness, despite the way you choked on a simple thank you like you were forcing down thick cherry cough syrup, Yuji just laughed it off. A deep chuckle that reverberated through his body and yours—light, airy, utterly intoxicating. You wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of your life.

He had rambled about makeup, specifically special effects makeup, explaining how he was a huge movie lover. Then he got super engrossed in talking about the behind-the-scenes aspects of some of his favorite films—Human Earthworm, which, he eagerly added, was a trilogy.

You barely said a word, too shy to contribute much. But he didn’t seem to mind. It was like all he wanted was someone to listen.

A few days after that mission, you had been speed-walking out of class after an awful day. Some girl from a higher-up class had made crude remarks about your appearance, and you swallowed them down like bile, trying to ignore them. But you had barely managed to hold it together because, later that morning, you had to present in front of everyone. Your hands were clammy, your words tumbling out like a mess of jumbled up alphabet soup, and the tiny class of sorcerers had laughed at your mishaps.

Then, not even twenty minutes later, some guy knocked into you, spilling your matcha all over your clean uniform. And, oh yeah—did I mention you had spent your last seven dollars on that matcha?

You grabbed your leather tote bag—buckles adorned with a Nana keychain, your purple jellyfish Sonny Angel peeking out for good luck—and rushed out of the classroom doors, heading across the open field back to the dorms.

Then, a strong hand and a voice too sweet to ignore stopped you in your tracks.

"Hey! Hey! You, uh, dropped thi—actually, I’m not sure what this is... A naked baby, it looks like? But it fell out of your bag."

Your entire body froze. Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew that voice.

Yuji Itadori. The sweetest, kindest boy ever. The boy you had a massive crush on. The boy who absolutely could not see you in the state you were in.

Panicking, you turned around, clutching your purse up to your face, burying yourself behind it in a weak attempt to hide your tear-streaked, mascara-smudged disaster of a face.

Yuji blinked, looking around the empty courtyard, then up at the clear blue sky, as if trying to understand what you were even hiding from.

"Hey, uh—"

"Ilooksgrossrightnowthatswhyimhidingmyface," you blurted out in one breath, voice muffled behind your bag.

Yuji just laughed—a full, lighthearted fit of laughter. "It's okay, but I think you’re always pretty."

Your grip on your purse loosened slightly, your face still half-hidden as you peeked at him through your lashes. "You do?"

He gave a sheepish nod. "Yeah." Then, after a beat, in a soft, hesitant voice, he asked, "Can I see your face? Um, uh—if that's okay with you or whatever."

He paused, then quickly added, "We can count to three if that helps?"

You swallowed hard and gave a tiny nod.

His hands hovered slightly before reaching out, hesitant but warm. "Can I, uh... help you with it?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he seemed to hear it anyway. You nodded again.

His fingers wrapped gently around your wrists, steady and firm but not forceful. Then, with a soft countdown—"Three... two... one..."—he lowered your hands, revealing the mess that was your face.

Your beet-red cheeks. Your raccoon-like mascara stains.

Yuji’s eyes widened slightly as you hiccuped, trying desperately to suck in the snot threatening to form a bubble.

"My face is beet red, isn't it?"

He let out another laugh, this time softer. "Yeah... but so is mine."

You blinked, taking in his expression. The dusting of pink on the tips of his ears, the slight blush running up his nose, the way his eyes crinkled nervously.

You quickly began to rub at the smeared mascara around your eyes, flustered, when he hesitated—then took a tiny step closer.

"I can help?" he offered, voice quieter than before.

You nodded, unable to speak past your pounding heartbeat.

With delicate care, he lifted the sleeve of his uniform and gently wiped away the mess on your face.

Ever since that day, you and Yuji hung out more and more. He even introduced you to his friends, and you and Nobara quickly became best friends—though she heavily expressed her distaste for you dating Yuji, simply because “he’s gross, and you’re too good for him.”

Yuji was loud, outspoken, and seemingly everywhere at once, yet when he was alone with you, he was different. He was quieter—more hesitant.

Laying on your cramped twin bed, adorned with every single plushie he had ever won for you in the two months of dating, he looked so much softer. Your shabby dorm room at Jujutsu High was practically his at this point—he never left, always finding some excuse to be curled up next to you, legs tangled, warmth mingling between your bodies. Whether it was coming in late from a mission, all beat up so you sat him on your toilet to bandage his wounds because you knew he wouldn’t care enough to do it himself, or a simple, “I miss you.. and the way you smell.”

But despite this level of comfort and closeness, you were both still utterly awkward around each other. Even now, lying in bed with your pinkies barely ghosting the space between, desperate to touch but too afraid to bridge the gap. Sure, you’d wake up tangled together as Yuji hogged the covers, but that was always after exhaustion had taken over—when neither of you had the energy to be nervous. But this? This was different. You were both awake, wide awake, too aware of every movement the other made. The soft shuffle of his weight against the bed, the slight twitch of your fingers, the low whirring of the crappy fan in your room, the faint vibration of his unchecked phone.

Yuji only ever got notifications when they were important, and you both knew that. But he didn’t care. It was like nothing else existed outside this moment. Whoever needed him would have to stomp into this room and physically drag him away from the dim glow of your orange-pink lamp, from the scent of your perfume clinging to the sheets he was laying on.

When seconds felt like hours, you finally turned to Yuji to say something—anything to break the tension. But just your luck, he turned at the exact same time.

His brown eyes bore into yours like he could reach in and grab your very soul with gentle hands, rewriting your entire being if he chose. You both stared, studying every subtle movement, every shift in expression, until the weight of it became too much. Suddenly, you were both too aware of each other.

The weight of it had both of you snapping your heads away, blushes creeping up your necks.

Yuji was always an awkward mess when he was alone with you— from fidgeting with the hem of his red Jujutsu hoodie, to walking around your room picking up random objects and pretending to be interested, like a kid trying to play coy.

He’d constantly go to grab your hand, only to let it fall last minute. He was completely different from how he was around others.

And now, here you both were—blushing, internally panicking over each other—until, when you turned to face him again, he was already hovering over you, peering down as if you were a fish in a fishbowl. You sucked in a breath, eyes wide, and whatever confidence he had for that split second disappeared in an instant. Because now, seeing you up close, so close he could count every speckle of glitter from your makeup, he lost all nerve and buried his face straight into the crook of your neck.

Which only made things worse.

Your shampoo, your perfume—the warm, sugary scent of it all sent his mind reeling. It made him want to kiss you even more than he already did, which, at this point, felt nearly impossible. He had been waiting for the right time, telling himself over and over that it had to be perfect. But the truth was, he had been thinking about it for months—spacing out in class, staring at your lips, wondering if they tasted like strawberries from the gloss you always wore.

And now here he was, completely surrounded by your scent, his hands twitching with the urge to pull you closer.

Before you could think, your fingers moved on their own, shaking slightly as they inched toward his hair, aching to tangle in his soft pink strands. But just as you moved, Yuji suddenly lifted his head, mustering every ounce of courage before blurting out in one rushed breath:

“Ireallywannakissyoucani?”

Then, immediately after, he smacked his hands over his face.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, heart hammering in your chest as you whispered, “Yuu…”

Slowly, you reached for his wrists, gently prying his hands away from his face. His skin was warm under your touch, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. You didn’t have to say the rest—he already knew what you wanted.

He pulled his hands from yours, biting at his lip as he laced his fingers with yours instead, pinning your hand to the pillow above you. He shifted, slotting his leg over yours, his other hand lifting to cradle your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

Your eyes flickered over his face, watching every shift in his expression as he leaned closer, breath mingling with yours.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent.

He leaned in, inch by inch, breath mingling with yours. But before closing the gap, he hesitated. “You sure this is okay?”

You didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, you curled your fingers into the nape of his neck, tugging him forward, crashing your lips against his.

And it was everything.

The kind of kiss that made you slam your door shut before sliding down it in a fit of giggles.

His lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of brown sugar. It sent your stomach swirling, the kind of feeling that made your chest ache in the best way possible.

When he pulled back slightly, a thin trail of saliva still connected you, his pink cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, like he needed to look at you just to make sure this was real.

Then, with newfound confidence, he kissed you again.

This time, when his tongue slid past your lips—hesitant, waiting for permission—you let him in without a second thought. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped you. That sound alone had Yuji’s other hand moving from your face to your waist to grip your body closer to his.

Kissing Yuji was like ladybugs dancing on your skin. Like the jingle of the ice cream truck on a summer afternoon. Like the mist from a sprinkler lapping at your feet on a hot summer day as a child when your only care was scoring the best popsicle flavour. Like the first sip of hot chocolate when it grazes your tongue and cocoons your body in warmth, as you come in from the bitter sting of the cold. It was like being wrapped in blankets cozied up with a book. The only sound echoing is the pitter of the rain on the window.

It was everything good, everything sweet, like the taste of cotton candy melting on your tongue.

p.s i based the title on bea's lyric from glue song "don't forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me"

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cherie-doll · 9 months ago

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𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: You’ve Got Sleeping Issues

ᶻz Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

‎܂ ｡ ༢ medicine isn’t enough i need someone to knock me out with a shovel (for all my insomniacs <3)

Ghost

Oh, what do two insomniacs do with each other on restless nights?

He used to be alone on these nights, listening to the ticking of the clock as the hours cruelly pass by without granting rest

Now you both sit in silence watching the reborning sun and it’s kind of enjoyable now

Pulls out a bottle of NyQuil and takes turns taking shots until either you or him or both simultaneously pass out

Soap

When he’s with you he wants to do everything with you; including sleeping

He’s visibly upset that you can’t sleep but he’s not mat at you, he’s mad at whatever prevents you to cuddle next to him under a heap of blanket and pillows at night

You’re often tossing and turning in bed, fidgeting with your hands as you pace around the bedroom that it wakes him

You try and coax him to go back to sleep but he’s up and determined to stay up with you bingewatching tv shows, trying weird snack combinations, etc…

Gaz

Tries out everything to get you to sleep

From adjusting your routine to diet choices before bed

He knows you hate taking pills and it’s the last thing you resort to by doctor’s orders

He adjusts your pillows and blankets on your side of the bed, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you drift off to sleep

Gently cradles your head as he lays you down on your back

And doesn’t sleep until he hears your breaths change and the pulsation of your heart, at ease knowing you’re finally resting

Alejandro

You have terrible nightmares that prevent you from getting a peaceful sleep

Anytime you awaken in a panic; cold sweat, hands seizing and tugging at your shirt, feeling your heart thumping wildly in your chest

He wakes up right away upon hearing your quickened breaths

“It’s alright, I’m right here cariño”

Touching foreheads, light touches on your arms and neck to sooth you, holds you close to him, intertwining fingers

Taking you to the window where you can observe the moon, “see the moon? Look at how she shines… focus on her lustre.”

Phillip Graves

Turning over in bed, his arms searching for you only to find you in a slouched position

“Hard time falling asleep doll?” He drags out his words, words slurring together from having just woken up

When you whimper and nod he pulls you down with him, his hands pulling you against his chest and placing sweet and comforting kisses on your head as he caresses your hair, softly humming

Spooning you is one of his fave ways to feel your body against his, wants to feel as if he’s protecting you and wishes he could lull your mind

Keegan

Knows you’re likely to fall asleep at random times of the day due to fatigue

With a tap of his finger on your wrist he’ll signal for you to rest your head on his lap

He’ll take to trailing his hand up and down your back, following the outline of your spine with his index finger, slower and more deliberately

Speaks very low and softly to give you reassurance he’s there, leans down and places a soft kiss on your cheek once you’ve fallen asleep

König

He takes one look at you and immediately knows you did not sleep

And yet, even if you watched the moon descend and the sun rise your cherub eyes are as loving and warm as they meet his

Whilst he was asleep, you inched closed and wrapped his strong arms around your body

Now he’s awoken to holding what he considers dear, you, enfolded in his arms gently

Cuddles and stays curled up next to you until you drift off to sleep, even if it’s only for a little bit

Horangi

At night, before bed he prepares teas, warms milk and anything else he can think of to get you to sleep

As daybreak enfolds he finds you yet again with dimmed eyes, signaling you did not sleep

You feel as if a river rushes through your bones as he strokes your back in circles, whispering softly in your ear

The soft, golden glow of the sun makes this scenery seem dreamy as your eyelids feel heavier

He watches until you fall asleep and subtly slips out of your arms, tucking you into bed and closing the curtains to let you sleep in and catch up on your sleep

Nikto

He’s either out like a rock or is tossing and turning unable to quiet his mind

In the silence, thinking you’re asleep, he reaches out to your form to engulf in your warmth only to find you awake when he glances at your face

You open your eyes and he freezes, already starting to retreat before you clutch his hand close, not letting go

“Sorry…for waking you” he mumbles, before you tell him you can’t sleep either

He’s silent for a moment before he softly says, “come closer” so he’s spooning you as you inhale his scent and fall asleep, your body rising with every breath; you’re like his stuffed animal 〜(⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝)♡

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neigepomme · 2 months ago

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✩°˖ 💫 tingling sensations / xavier x reader

synopsis: while laying down next to xavier one sunny afternoon, and scrolling on tiktok, you stumble upon some cute ASMR. with a smile on your face, you turn to your half asleep boyfriend; "baby.. have you ever felt tingles before?"

🍎 pomme's notes - something cute and cozy.. yay....

⋆ 800 words / fluff / reader is gender neutral (wearing a crop top tho!) / 2nd person

it was sometime around 6 pm, xavier was napping while laying his head on your chest as you softly stroked his hair and scrolled on your phone.

typical day off for the two of you, really. you'd slept in, only waking up when the sunlight was in your face (and even then, you had to coax your boyfriend awake through kisses), and you headed towards a cute café you had found for breakfast.

slow, cozy day. hand in his, warm spring breeze caressing your faces, bliss honestly.

and now that you got back home and grabbed a quick bite, you were lounging on the couch, basking in one another's warmth. xavier had dozed off a bit, lulled to sleep by your hand stroking his hair aimlessly. it was gonna keep on being an uneventful yet restful day, until you stumbled upon a video on your tiktok feed.

asmr on my boyfriend.

the premise was really cute. the girl on your screen was scratching away on the different textures that her boyfriend's clothes had, and he had a lazy and content smile on his face, clearly pleased with the soft attention given to him. it reminded you of the pretty blond guy softly snoring on top of you. wouldn't it be cute if you guys recreated it?

“xavier, baby, wake up. need you right now.”

he slowly raises his head, cracking one eye open as you show him your phone screen. judging from the beaming smile on your face, he could already tell what you wanted to do, and he'd be a fool to not indulge your whims, especially when they benefitted him this well. he gives you a curious hum when you shift slightly under him, and you pop the question.

“have you ever felt tingles before?”

oh, so that's what it was. xavier laughs softly, nuzzling his head back on your chest and giving you a small noise in response.

“mmh, i don't think i have, starlight. you wanna use me as a test subject? i consent.”

with a giggle, you ruffle his hair and grab a pillow to rest your neck on — it was game time. you were absolutely gonna give him tingles, and you were gonna have the time of your life doing it, too.

“before you relax again, can you take your shirt off, xavi? that way, i can scratch your back. please?”

oooh, this is going to be good, he thought. he loved when you drew abstract lines on his back through his shirt, but skin to skin? this was going to be heaven. and so he obliged, pulling away from your embrace and taking off his shirt — now feeling your body's warmth directly on his through your crop top, he was already seeing the pearly gates.

when he laid back down, you started off with softly caressing his cheek, slowly moving down to his nape. xavier had shaved today, and though the hairs were barely noticeable, the slightly prickly sensation under your finger was a delight already. he melted under your touch, reminding you of a small cat (although he made for a pretty big cat, with the way you felt his comforting weight on yours. you personal weighed blanket if you will).

“let me know if i'm being too rough, okay?”

“mmh. you're perfect, angel.”

gosh, was your boyfriend cute right now. he was always cute, but seeing him so malleable, humming into your torso whenever you scratched him just right, was especially adorable. the hair at the nape of his neck seemed to be an especially good spot, his grip on you tightening a bit more whenever you played with his hair there.

but no full-blown goosebumps from feeling tingles yet — so your mission continued. xavier was having the time of his life, his angel laying beneath him, carefully scratching his back and whispering "is this okay?" every once in a while. he could get used to this asmr thing, honestly.

when you reached this spot between his shoulder blades, he groaned in satisfaction, and that was your cue. using your nails now, you focused on that spot and the top of his right shoulder, and you could see the goosebumps forming.

“feels so nice, starlight.. don't stop...”

your smile widened. he was fully melted on top of you, damn near purring while you continued your ministrations with a soft hum. you could see speckles of light float around the two of you, indicative of how happy xavier was feeling right now, and your heart soared.

eventually, his breathing evened out, and you could tell he was actually falling asleep. your charming prince, comfortable enough to fall asleep on top of you half-naked while you gently drew shapes on his skin. this was the life, honestly.

feeling yourself also getting lulled to sleep by the comforting weight on top of you, you wrap your arms around xavier, and drift off to sleep.

operation asmr on my boyfriend was super successful.

🍎 pomme's final notes — can i be honest i'm also falling asleep right now.. this was inspired by the channel morningASMR on youtube!! do check them out hehe

#⋆ pomme writes #xavier x reader #lads xavier #xavier love and deepspace #xavier x you #love and deepspace x reader #lads x reader #⋆ neigepomme

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beomie3 · 10 months ago

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lavender - choi yeonjun

boyfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader

content: established relationship, period sex, yeonjun pampers you after being in pain from cramps all day, runs you a lavender bath, soothes your period cramps with a special remedy ;)

warning: fluff & smut, cursing, bath sex, cream pie, fingering, cramps </3, extreme princess treatment <3

wc: 2.5k

♫ lavender - laundry day

“junieeeeeeee” your voice comes out muffled from under your pillow, face stuffed in it as a strong wave of cramps tighten in your abdomen.

your face is scrunched as tight as you can get it, fists clenched around the linen of the pillowcase, wrinkling it in the same spot all day as your cramps came and went as they pleased.

“another one baby?” he runs out from the kitchen, hand towel thrown over his shoulder as he was just preparing you soup for dinner, despite you not having much of an appetite all day.

he comes over to where you laid on the couch, kneeling down next to you and examining your face, a worried pout on his cute lips.

he cupped your face in his palm, his fingers coming up to stroke your hair.

“i’m so sorry,” his eyebrows furrowed, wanting to do everything in his power to help you and hating that he couldn’t just magically make the cramps disappear with the snap of his fingers.

you admitted that the sight of his handsome face briefly distracted you from the anguish, just focusing into the depths of his eyes and letting their deep brown magic entrance you.

just then, you noticed the shape of his eyes change from worrisome to intrigued, like an idea just sparked his mind.

“let me take care of this,” he slightly tilted his head toward you, eyes tentatively searching yours. “okay, baby?”

you nodded, a tiny smile appearing on the corner of your lip as he fiddled with the ends of your hair.

"come here," he cooed, leaning down to scoop you up in his arms, hands sliding beneath your shoulder blades, his chest pressing into yours as you inhaled his fresh scent.

"up we go," he lifted you so that your chest was pressed to his, legs wrapped around his hips, chin resting against his shoulder; body limp in his arms. he carried you down the dim hallway of your shared apartment and into the bedroom, where he laid you down onto the fluffy sheets, still unmade from this morning.

he covered you with the sheets as you curled up into a ball on the bed, quickly running into the bathroom and you heard the squeak of the faucet followed by the cascade of water in the tub. he was running you a warm bath; exactly what you needed.

the white noise of running water in the distance was so soothing, you could’ve dozed off for a while. he was taking a bit longer than usual to run this bath, you admitted. so much longer, that you began to wonder what he was doing in there.

he came back into the room with your fluffy white robe and your slippers, bringing a genuine smile to your lips at his thoughtfulness.

“let me help you love,” he helped you sit up, a gentle hand on your lower stomach softly adding pressure in small circular motions. he helped you slide out of your clothes from today, technically still your pajamas since it was an incredibly lazy day.

you noticed his eyes linger on your chest for a second longer, knowing he couldn’t never resist the sight of your soft, bare chest.

he caught your eye and his cheeks turned the slightest hue of scarlet, helping you into your cozy robe; so much better. leaving your underwear on so you wouldn’t stain the sheets, you sat at the edge of the bed.

“ready? here let me carry you there,” his arms were already extended out to you and you weakly laughed.

“yeonjun- i can walk you know…” you scooted to the edge of the bed, and just as you were going to stand up, a cramp hit you right in the guts. the worst one of today.

you immediately curled back into your ball from earlier, and he knew right away when he saw you clutch your stomach.

“oh baby,” he laid next to you, eyebrows furrowed, lips pouting. he knew you needed space in this moment, so he offered his hand as something you could squeeze while your cramps subsided.

his hands were always so soft, so delicate. you even felt bad squeezing them too hard.

“never mind, i probably can’t walk,” your voice came out small, followed by a weak laugh.

“the warm water will feel nice,” he softly pecked your neck, just under your ear.

picking you up softly, barely enough to even know you were being picked up at all if it weren’t for your eyes fluttering open; he carried you through the dim hallway again, gently kicking the bathroom door open.

you expected the lights to be on, but the bathroom was dim; only orange flickers casted against the wall by candlelight.

he carefully set you down back onto your feet and you admired what he had done. the bath was filled with bubbles and rose petals, accompanied by a tray of your favorite snacks and drinks. scented candles flickering enough to light the bath. it was exactly what you needed.

kneeling to the ground, yeonjun held you by your hips to keep you standing while he helped slip off your underwear. his eyes were tender on you, gently tracing your hip bones as he hooked a finger under the elastic of you underwear and slipped it off slowly.

you couldn’t help but feel a gentle heat grow in between your legs. he knew what he was doing, that’s for damn sure.

“c’mon baby i’ll help you in,” he stood up slowly, towering over you, eyes never leaving yours. like they were undressing you, although you were already naked.

he took each of your hands, leading you to the bathtub, there to help you balance as you stepped in, one foot at a time.

the water wasn’t scalding hot, but it was hot enough to make you sigh in relief. a slightly painful but pleasurable burn.

he helped lower you to the water inch by inch until you were totally in, bubbles fluffing up around your body. you inhaled the soothing lavender scent of the steam: he had added lavender oil and a purple bath bomb to the water. he is so special.

he stayed there with you, kneeling by the side of the bathtub. not much was said, but a lot of looks were interchanged. his eyes were tender, small smile on his lips.

he sat crisscross on the rug on the other side of the bath, hands gently sloshing the bubbles over your skin, fingers massaging the knots in your shoulders. his kind energy flowed throughout you.

the hot water is so soothing against your aching belly and tense muscles. every month, he always treats you, gives you what you deserve and no less.

he lathers a loofah up with oatmeal-lavender soap, gently rubbing it in circles against your wet skin. the sensation is so relaxing you could drift off into a deep sleep.

he gently moves a piece of your hair that had fallen out of your updo with the gentle trace of his touch. he is so gentle with you.

you watch him as he is busy washing you up, love sparking in the depths of your eyes. how did you find such an all-around amazing and caring man?

you’re attentive to his hand that is resting on your thigh underwater, rubbing circles on your knee with the swipe of his thumb.

“junie,” your voice echoes from the pink tile of your bathroom. his eyes glow as they meet yours, 100% of his attention on you at an instant.

you don’t say anything else but lean forward to kiss him. he kisses you back with so much passion, like he’s been dying to kiss you this entire time but didn’t want to disrupt your peace.

he gently scrubs the soap around your chest, abandoning the loofah and using his bare hand to rub the slick foam over the soft, tender skin. he knows your boobs are sore because of your period, so he is extra gentle.

the heat immediately returns to your aching core, making the urge even worse. you need him.

“i need you,” you whisper against his lips and he knows what to do before you even speak any further. he sits up, quickly slipping his black tank top off, hair tousled by the material.

“oh baby, i’ll make you feel so good,” he leans into the kiss, sensing his hand trail even closer to your heat, throbbing by now with how badly it ached for him. you’re so wet, even underwater.

his tongue enters your mouth as his fingers meet your bundle of nerves, so sensitive that you slightly jolt with the pressure.

you let your head fall back onto the shower wall as you sigh in bliss and he kisses your neck, rubbing delicious circles over your clit. he knows exactly what pace you need.

“that’s it love, relax,” he kisses the place under your ear as he watches you melt into his touch, mouth slightly agape in pleasure.

your mouth widens into an o-shape when he slowly sinks one finger into you, entering you with ease with how slick you are.

his kisses are soft against your neck, perfect lips caressing your skin. not too rough yet not too faint. his precise kisses make the pleasure all the more intense. his other hand gently fondled your breasts, thumbs soft over your perked-up nipples.

you were climbing up the mountain of pleasure, but some horny monster inside of you needed something more. something bigger.

“yeonjun i… need you so bad,” you managed to speak through gritted teeth. his fingers felt so good but you felt so greedy in this moment. you could sense the orgasm; how much more intense it would be if you were wrapped around his cock.

“whatever you want, my love,” he presses a kiss to your forehead and you sense that a grin had spread across his face at hearing your words.

he stands and your eyes follow, watching him untie the strings of his sweatpants, dropping them to the floor to discover a stiff imprint that sticks out through his boxers.

your legs squeeze together under the water; you just can’t wait to sit on him, feel the delicious stretch. oh you couldn’t wait.

it’s like he’s teasing you with how slowly he removes his boxers, just waiting for his member to spring up and out when he removes them completely. and sure enough, it slaps up against his abdomen, tip dark red and so ready for you.

you scoot over so that he can step into the warm water, watching the bubbles slosh around when he sits all the way down. he helps you maneuver yourself so that he’s sitting up, legs stretched out in the tub and you’re straddling him, chest pressed to his.

like magnets, your lips reunite and continue what they were doing before, just this time you grind against him, bodies doing all the talking.

some of the lavender oil yeonjun added to the water helps you slide against one another’s skin, the feeling simply addictive as you sense his tip nudge against your throbbing clit.

he senses your urgency and pulls back from the kiss, glancing down at himself; he is rock hard but this isn’t about him. it’s about your pleasure. that’s what he’s all about.

“wanna sit down on it? hm?” his words make your heart race and you nod, nearly feverish with just how badly you want him. he guides you with a firm grasp on your waist, helping you lift up your hips as you align yourself with his tip.

sliding down onto him completely bare, you thought you could explode. you felt every single vein, pulse, twitch. it felt so good against your sore and aching walls.

“oh god yeonjun,” you were nearly speechless once you sat down all the way onto him, feeling his tip kiss the depths of your walls. he felt so full, but the stretch was so amazing, such a good ache.

his eyes were full of need but he was so patient and let you take the time to adjust to his size. he wanted you to use him, pleasure yourself with him. his soft fingers over your skin was entrancing, cock pulsating within you even though you hadn't even begun to move.

“knock yourself out baby,” he held your chin with his fingers, kissing your lips gently and you felt you would go insane with the sound of those words echo throughout the bathroom.

with two hands on his chest to keep you stable, you begin to ride him. starting off slow, and then picking up the pace when you adjusted to his size a bit better. god did he feel amazing around your aching walls.

the eye contact you made could make you orgasm all on its own. his fierce eyes staring up at you and boarding into your soul, mouth agape as he moaned and encouraged you to ride his cock until your hearts content.

he knew a good orgasm would help and oh god are you close. he had already edged you slightly before this, the build-up was so satisfying.

you were in a daze; body still a bit limp and weak from all of the pain you experienced today yet you rode him with passion, feeling your entire body melt around him. he sensed your walls tense up and you threw your head back, eyes shut as you felt his every pulse and throb.

you bounced on him more aggressively now and in his eyes, you were the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. the way your head was thrown back pleasuring yourself with him, your pretty moans echoing throughout the dim bathroom, candlelight gleaming against your skin like silk.

lavender bath water sloshed and some spilled over and out but neither of you cared. he just watched you and guided you with a firm grip on your waist and you climbed to your orgasm until it hit you like a truck.

a few more rolls of your hips and his tip massaged against your g-spot one last time until a loud slew of moans echoed throughout the bathroom and your body tensed. it was an earth-shattering orgasm. your muscles fluttered all around him sporadically and it drove him to his climax, catching his moans with a deep kiss as he spilled inside of you.

the sensation was so warm and fuzzy within you so much so that your body just collapsed onto his chest. every ache and pain completely left your abdomen and you swore you were in heaven.

his arms wrapped around you as his soft lips kissed your forehead repeatedly, whispering sweet things into your hair as you huffed in unison. he was your everything.

the night went as follows: he cleaned you up and wrapped you in a warm linen towel, carrying you to bed where he helped you into some fresh jammies (his oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts). of course, he brought you your soup and a heating pad just in case, along with some of your favorite sea salt chocolate and some ice cream <3 you both watched movies the rest of the night, and you knew he'd help your every need, no matter how messy it got ;)

author's note: thank you so much for reading!!! and thank you so so much for over 900 followers and for the endless support, you each mean so much to me <33333

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jungwondazed · 1 year ago

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18+ only. jungwon asks if you read smut before.

jungwon had been staring at you a little too much as you both watched the tv together, giving him a few frowns made him only shake his head with a soft smile, raising his eyebrows in innocence.

you ignored his behavior and continued on with the many episodes of the night. he was eyeing you, looking away every time you turned to him and it was beginning to frustrate you because it obviously wasn't a serious enough matter for him to have that certain sly look on his face. he was plotting something and you were growing irritated.

when the final episode ended you stood up to put away your bowl of popcorn and jungwon lightly tugs at your shirt, not saying a thing but motioning you to stay put.

you look all over his face trying to detect anything wrong but he looked way too pleasant if anything.

"i wanted to ask you something" he says, and your heart is immediately racing, a conversation never goes well when it starts this way.

"yeah?"

"how do i say this.." he puts his pointer finger to his chin all cliche like, cuter than you'd like to admit.

"you know before we started seeing each other, you were a fan right?" he continues and you almost laugh because bringing this up so casually was too random, he obviously knows you were a fan before this relationship happened.

""yes... where is this going? don't tell me you can't handle dating someone who was once a huge fan now" you dramatically roll your eyes and he giggles, bringing his hands to hold your arms lovingly.

"no no, not at all, you know i love it." his eyes looking very alluring in this light.

jungwon looks down at the floor, a grin creeping up on his face and you're three seconds away from hitting him with a couch pillow.

"did you ever happen to," he starts, chuckling a bit and looking up at you, turning away and laughing in his shoulder.

"happen to what? wonnie just say it already you've been acting strange all night, just say it" you mutter out while lightly rocking his body back in forth.

"you didn't happen to engage in any, adult content did you?" he asks, eyes directly on you and you can't tell what he's asking.

"what? engage in adult content? like did i watch porn before dating you?"

"no no no, not that, i meant like, when it comes to me. did you, did you you know.." he trails off. hand rubbing the back of his neck as he fights back a genuine laugh.

"i am beyond confused right now jungwon." you're about to get up again because it felt like he was just gonna tease you all night and the sleepiness was taking over.

he pulls you back on top of him this time, his face just inches away with his expression more serious.

"hey, why are you walking away from me?" he brings his thumb to caress your cheek while leaning in to kiss you, to which you pull back from.

"you're just gonna mess with me all night if i don't."

he feels bad, but at the same time he's enjoying your pout a bit too much. bringing his hands to firmly hold you by your lower back, he caresses you everywhere, making you gasp in the sudden transition to intimacy.

"wonnie, what-"

"i just wanted to know if you read any mature writing about me, i know that's a big thing you know" he's turned on, the smirk is less evident and his brows crease faintly.

your face heats up, turning away immediately at such a question because it was the last thing you expected. by adult content he meant smut?? and about him at that? you would never admit to this no matter how much he presses you into it, being a previous fan girl made you self conscious as is.

"hmm? what's your answer to that?" his head tilts, his eyes smiling.

"i don't, i don't know what you're talking about"

his actions still, a long pause before staring into your eyes. was he always this devious?

"ohhh," he's really smirking this time. "ahhh so you don't know that fans often read erotic media about their favorite members is that it? is that what you're saying? like you didn't have a clue this was a thing? based on your response it really seems like you don't know anything about this" and his lips are already tracing themselves over your neck and collar bones. he's turned on, to say the least, and you can't figure out why.

you let him have at you, not knowing what to say to that as he made his point very well. of course you knew what it was, if you hadn't read any you could've been honest and say you just didn't engage in it at all, but you did. and you're caught, and jungwon is gonna have a field day with this one.

he looks up at you through his sharp eyes, eyelids closing slowly as he licks right up your neck to your lower jaw, finally kissing you on your lips.

jungwon spends the whole night begging you to tell him all about the pieces you've read, what he does to the reader in them, the different kinks that people assume he has. you narrate all the ones you can think of, and he mirrors your words by doing exactly the things you read. you start off with mentioning a piece where he likes it really hard, to which he fucks you with great force. you talk about how you always thought he was one for loving head and he argues how he's a giver if anything, working his tongue in your pussy until you cum all over him. jungwon got off on the idea that you had these dirty thoughts before he even knew of your existence, and he promises that he can demonstrate all those fantasies you read in the past, as a reality.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jungwondazedjungwon #enha smut #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon smut

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mintyys-blog · 3 months ago

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BABY FEVER— thor odison

WARNINGS: baby fever, talks of wanting children, SMUT, breeding kink,

You had been dancing around the idea for weeks now, your heart swelling every time you saw a baby out in public or when one of your teammates mentioned their children. It was undeniable at this point—you had extreme baby fever.

And Thor? He was already a doting partner, protective and loving in a way that made your chest ache with warmth. The thought of him as a father, holding a tiny version of the two of you in his strong arms, was enough to make your resolve solidify.

So, you decided to bring it up.

One evening, after a long day of sparring and meetings, the two of you lay in bed, his arm draped over your waist as he traced lazy circles on your skin. It was the perfect moment—intimate and quiet.

“Thor?” you murmured, tilting your head to look at him.

“Yes, my love?” He looked down at you, his blue eyes soft, the golden strands of his hair messily sprawled across the pillow.

You bit your lip, gathering your courage. “Have you ever thought about…having a baby?”

His fingers stilled on your skin, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his lips.

“You wish to bear my child?” His voice was laced with something deeper, something ancient, something…excited.

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat. “I do. I mean, if you want to. I just… I can’t stop thinking about it. I see babies everywhere, and I imagine what ours would look like, how you’d be as a father. And, well, I want it. I want a family with you.”

Thor let out a deep, pleased hum, rolling onto his side so that he could properly face you. “You think I would need convincing?” He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “My love, if you desire a child, then we shall have one.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait… really? Just like that?”

He cupped your face with both hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek with infinite tenderness. “You are my greatest treasure, and the idea of having a child with you fills me with joy beyond measure. A babe with your beauty, your kindness… and perhaps my strength?” His grin turned playful. “A worthy heir indeed.”

Your heart pounded. “So… we should start trying?”

Thor smirked, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you flush against him. “Aye, my love. And I believe it is best to be thorough, don’t you?”

That night, and many nights after, Thor proved just how determined he was to make your shared dream a reality.

As you lay on the bed, Thor's massive frame loomed over you, his eyes burning with desire. "My love," he whispered, his voice husky with need.

You felt a surge of excitement at his words, your body responding to the idea of being bred by the god of thunder. Thor's hands roamed over your skin, tracing paths of fire across your curves.

"You are so beautiful, so fertile," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can feel it in my bones, you will make a wonderful mother."

As he spoke, Thor's fingers slipped between your legs, stroking your clit and sending shivers down your spine. You gasped, your eyes flying up to meet his.

"Thor," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Yes, my love," he whispered back. "I will fill you with my seed, and we will create a child worthy of the gods."

With that, Thor plunged into you, his massive cock filling you completely. You felt yourself stretching to accommodate him, your body screaming with pleasure.

As he thrust into you again and again, Thor's praise continued to flow. "You are so tight, so perfect," he whispered. "Your body is made for mine, and mine alone."

You felt yourself losing control, your body burning with pleasure and desire. You were nothing but a vessel for Thor's passion, a receptacle for his seed.

And yet, even as you felt yourself being consumed by the sensation, you knew that you were exactly where you wanted to be. You were being bred by the god of thunder himself does not get any better than this.

As Thor continued to thrust into you, his pace quickening with every passing moment, you felt yourself being driven towards a climax. His hands were everywhere, stroking your skin, cupping your breasts, and pulling your hair.

"You are so close," he whispered, his voice husky with excitement. "I can feel it. You are going to come for me, and when you do, I will fill you with my seed."

You nodded frantically, unable to speak as the pleasure built inside you. Thor's words were like fuel to the fire, driving you higher and higher until you were sure you would explode.

And then, in an instant, it happened. Your body convulsed around Thor's cock, squeezing him tightly as the orgasm ripped through you. You felt yourself screaming, but the sound was lost in the thunder of Thor's laughter.

As you came back down to earth, Thor's pace slowed, and he looked at you with a triumphant smile. "You are so beautiful," he whispered.

You smiled back at him weakly feeling fulfilled from what just transpired between both of you.

#avengers #x reader #reader insert #x female reader #the avengers #thor odison x you #thor odison x reader #thor x reader #thor x you #thor of asgard #thor odinson #Thor #Thor odison smut #smut

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fuctacles · 6 months ago

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There's thunderous knocking on the door and it startles Eddie out of his sleep.

He needs a moment to readjust, but Robin isn't the type to give anyone even a second, so his brain catches something about a nut before it's quiet again. He blinks at the white ceiling above him.

"What."

"She said she's gonna grab some bread and doughnuts from the bakery," Steve murmurs next to him so he turns his head, suddenly remembering that he's in his friend's bed, and it's the day of their little party.

He immediately snatches his gaze back up.

"Why the fuck are you naked?!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry," Steve rolls in the sheets to cover up some of his body. He doesn't sound very sorry. "Must have shifted in my sleep."

Eddie eyes him with curiosity.

"You weren't naked last time."

"Huh?"

Steve lays on his side to listen to him, and with his bare chest and tousled hair, he looks way too relaxed for the circumstances. It is his bed, duh, but he's looking at Eddie all naked and sleepy and it feels... not wrong per se, but it makes his stomach churn in a new way.

"When you slept over at the trailer, you had clothes."

"Oh," Steve frowns, trying to remember that day. "I guess I changed to use the bathroom and didn't bother turning back."

Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"So you draw the line of doghood at peeing outside?"

"Don't call it doghood," Steve scrunches his nose in distaste. "I couldn't open the front door with my paws anyway. Otherwise, I do pee in Dinkleberg's garden quite often," he admits.

"No way," Eddie grins at the information. "Do you shit outside too?"

Steve makes a face.

"I did once. It felt too weird not being able to wipe, but his face was worth it."

Eddie bursts out laughing.

"You're so gross, man!" he says, pushing at Steve's shoulders so he loses his balance and falls against the pillows.

"You asked!"

"What if we—" a snort interrupts him and he falls forward, pressing his temple against his friend to find his bearings. "We can install a pet door for you? Wait, no, you're kinda big for that. If I wrap some rope against the handle, could you open it? I have a neighbor who really deserves some urine in his slippers."

Steve groans, pushing Eddie away.

"Well, who's being gross now?"

"I'm still not the one who shits in my neighbor's yard!" Eddie protests, but Steve is already leaving the bed with an indignant huff, and his body is suddenly on full display. "Dude!" he squawks, shielding his gaze from his friend's naked butt.

"Oh come on, we have the same parts!" Steve turns to him, but his dick moves along, making Eddie disappear under the covers.

"It's not about the parts, It's about human decency!"

"Well, I'm not fully human, so..." Steve points out, but it does sound like he's opening his wardrobe. "And I walk around naked all the time."

Eddie thinks about it for a second.

"Well, yeah, but then you're not—"

He cuts himself off.

But then you're not attractive.

"I'm not what?"

In his scramble for a comprehensive answer, Eddie escapes the confines of bed covers, hoping he'll provide more oxygen for his brain this way. But with his terrible timing, he emerges at the perfect moment to catch Steve's naked, bent-over ass just before it gets covered by a pair of boxers.

Lord have mercy.

"Not human," he finishes lamely, all coherent thoughts suddenly gone.

Steve scoffs, turning around with his dick finally out of sight.

"Yeah, I'm not," he agrees easily, way too easily, before grabbing a pair of jean shorts. "You can take whatever you want to wear," he motions to the open closet, already walking towards the door.

"And for the record, I didn't shit in Dinkleberg's yard, I did it on his doormat," he adds before leaving the room, leaving Eddie to stare at where he disappeared.

Eddie's glad their mismatched group includes people who know the basics of barbequing and he doesn't have to get involved. There's also the card of "I helped with preparations so fuck off" that he can pull anytime anyone gives him the stink eye. This way, he can keep his distance and just observe. His scheming seems to be paying off and the seeds he planted in the little goblins and the dog-man himself, had taken root.

Steve sits on the warmed ground while Robin's hand is in his hair, and El feeds him whatever she didn't like from her skewer. He's heard Dustin praise the burgers. Dustin. Everyone has been contributing to making Steve feel more appreciated, either with words, physical touch, or even small gestures, like Max bringing him an extra Coke from the cooler.

So that was all great. But among his observing, Eddie notices some new things too.

Like Steve's hairy chest. How his muscles move with each movement and how he absentmindedly rubs on his scars. The way the moles on his cheek jump when he smiles and his shorts fill out when he bends.

Has it always been there?

Or more importantly, has Eddie always been interested in his friend?

He'd entertained the idea of fancying men ages ago but shoved it aside at the way easier, less problematic prospect of women, their tiny skirts, and the wild rocker chicks. So the gay thing isn't the scariest part, but rather the fact that he wasn't aware.

Now he can't help but think that his whole 'helping a friend out' thing had ulterior motives behind it, conceived deep in his subconscience. Getting closer to Steve, spending time with him, touching him, oh god he's been touching him so much. He'd look at his hands in betrayal if he wasn't holding food.

He takes a bite out of his hot dog but finds it cold and dry, which makes him wonder how long he's been people-watching instead of interacting with his friends like a normal human being. When he looks up again, he meets Steve's gaze and suddenly realizes he's making very unattractive open-mouthed movements with his jaw. Eddie clicks his mouth shut and forces himself to swallow, but thankfully, Steve seems to find it more amusing than disgusting.

Not that it would matter if Steve found him unattractive and repulsive or anything.

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@dragonmama76 @storyranger @scoops-aboy86 @ollyxar @estrellami-1

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#wereshifter au #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mine #steddie fanfiction #shapeshifter steve harrington #werewolf steve harrington

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kiro-san · 5 months ago

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So I read this hc made by @signanothername that Error takes commissions and makes dolls for people in exchange for chocolate.

And this made me think...

*Error doing his usual chaos destroying aus*

Error: You disgusting anomalies nauseate me, but I'll make sure I don't leave A CRUMB IN THI- hold on I gotta take this call *pulls out a flip phone cuz he's old* Hello this is "sans errors workshop" (get it? 'sans' in french means without btw) Error is speaking...No that's just my name I don't make errors....well yeah I am an error but...uh...wait.. *he has an existential crisis and crashes down*

Error: oh god da- no Ink I am not knitting a body pillow with YOUR BRUSH'S PICTURE ON IT-

Error: *on a phonecall* yeah I can get it done it two weeks, and since you've made 5 orders you can get a "I won't destroy your AU this month" insurance gift are you interested in-..well it's not my problem your niece's birthday is in 6 weeks...No I can't reschedule the month insurance what if I decided to destroy it this week and you don't have it? What do you mean 'make it work out'!? You mistake should be grateful I even gave you this privilege do you know who I am-..... Well no I didn't mean 'mistake' in that sense but with that attitude I doubt your mother wanted you either-

#error sans #utmv #Anò has the most creative hcs #ink sans #error #ink #🇵🇸#ut #sans

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midnighthazee · 6 months ago

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Greenridge ABO Series

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, a little smut, 18+ MDNI, Male x male, explicit language, fear, pet names, mention of needles, mentions of past trauma/abuse/neglect

WC: 4424

Chapter 8

You rolled over in your bed, feeling cozy and warm as your arm stretched and laid on a pillow. This was a firm pillow…and it was warm. You picked up on a heartbeat and breathing next to you. You gasped, popping your eyes open. Turning you see Chan laying next to you, looking lovingly at you. It melted your racing heart.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

His scent washed over you, his calming pheromones relaxing the tension in your muscles. He was laying on top of the covers, a respectful distance away.

“What are you doing here?” you question, unable to hide the worry in your tone at being in the same bed and vulnerable.

“I hadn’t seen you all day.” He pouted, moving slowly as he tucked some hair behind your ear. “Plus you were whimpering a little. You’ve been kinda restless.”

He had been watching you sleep like a creep?

“What?” he asked at the sight of your furrowed brows.

“How long have you been in here?”

“Ummm… maybe a few hours.” he smiled sheepishly.

You shifted under the covers, moving away slightly. As you breathed in his scent, you realized you had been missing him too. The only people you ever find yourself missing are your parents and younger brother. This must be part of the soulmate bond - you crave their closeness and miss them when they’re gone.

Chan picked up on your nervousness and moved to stand. He fixed your sheets and smiled at you. “The doctor is here. She wants to check on how you're healing and ask more questions.”

“Okay.” you say, pushing the sheets off and standing.

A dull pain in your ankle reminded you of yesterday’s events. It was almost healed, thankfully so that was good news.

“How’s the ankle? Minho told me what happened.” Chan was at your side, ready to help should you need it.

“A lot better. I can walk without limping.” you say, rotating it in a circle.

“Good. How was the lake?”

“So pretty. And lots of fun!” You exclaimed. “I really like swimming.”

“Well we should go more often. I want to go next time.” Chan smiled warmly at you. “I missed you.”

You blush, too nervous to admit you missed him too.

“Get dressed. I’ll see you downstairs.” He spoke, hesitating briefly before leaning slightly down and kissing your forehead.

Your heart fluttered, your stomach flipping. He had such an affect on you - one you weren’t used to but liked. He left with a smile and you noticed Jisung’s shirt at the foot of your bed. It barely held his smell anymore so you decided to wear it for the day and give it back. Then he could have your scent.

After brushing your teeth, you put on a sports bra and some leggings, Jisung’s shirt and some socks before heading downstairs. As you made your way down the hall, you heard noises coming from Felix’s room. You tiptoed closer, putting your ear to the door, slapping your hand over your mouth as you realized.

“Fuck. You feel so good. Ah…” Felix moaned.

“Faster, please.” It was Jisung, his voice desperate and whiney.

Felix was pounding Jisung in missionary, hands rubbing all over the fellow beta’s body. He pinched his nipples, as Jisung returned the favor. Felix leaned down, kissing him messily as he snapped his hips at a faster pace.

“I want to feel you… all of you.” Felix growled.

“Mmm, Lix…fuck.”

They were a mess of whines, whimpers, and moans as they held each other close. So desperate to feel more and make each other cum again, this having gone on for nearly an hour. They were covered in each other’s cum, the sheets too, and yet they wouldn’t stop - both so sensitive and needy. It was pathetic but arousing at the same time to hear two subs pleasing each other. Not that they didn’t have their dom moments, Felix more so than Jisung, but that was not the case this morning.

You felt a throb between your legs, urging you to join them. This never happened with the Nykos - you never felt them turn you on. But here? With the Greenridge pack? Let’s just say, it was surprising your heat hadn’t shown up already with all the testosterone and arousal wafting in the air. You squeezed your thighs together but remembered the doctor was waiting.

You descended the stairs, you realized the warm yummy smell of breakfast was not welcoming you. You pouted at the thought of no breakfast as you came into the kitchen.

Chan was there, looking in the fridge as Doctor Quinn sat at the island. She smiled at you, standing up from her seat.

“Morning.” She greeted. “You look much better than when I saw you a couple days ago.”

“Thanks.” you look to the floor.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Chan asked.

You shrugged.

“Minho is with Jeongin so we didn’t do the spread today.” Chan ran his fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay.”

“You haven’t eaten yet? Well that’s good for the blood draw.” Doctor Quinn smiles. “Shall we get started while Chan makes some breakfast for you?”

You look over at Chan who’s pulling out different ingredients before nodding. Following Doctor Quinn downstairs, you pause in the doorway to the med room. You weren’t a fan of this room and could do without it. But alas, you step inside, looking around warrily.

“I heard you might have sprained your ankle and scraped the side of your leg. But you seem to be walking well.” she noted.

“Yes. It feels much better.” you say.

“And how are the boys treating you?”

“Good.”

“Just good?” she raises an eyebrow at you.

You smile, blushing. “Wonderful.”

“Glad to hear it. Because otherwise I would be beating them up.” She smiles. “Step on the scale. Let me get your current weight.”

You step up and she weighs you before having you sit on the patient chair. She takes your vitals and inspects your ankle before asking you to remove your pants so she can see the scrap. It was slightly bruised but the skin was no longer broken or bleeding. And your ankle was no longer swollen.

“Your injuries from yesterday are healing very nicely. Your other injuries are completely gone and no scars.” she reported. “I’m just going to draw some blood and ask a few questions.”

She pulled out a needle and test tubes, making you panic. You were not a fan of needles, the Nykos drugging you often. If you weren’t compliant enough for their guests, you got a sedative. Fighting back or mouthing off to them and you got a sedative.

Doctor Quinn turned around and gave you a sympathetic smile. “I know needles can be scary. But I’m going to use this butterfly catheter which is more comfortable and just fill these three tubes with some of your blood. I’m not injecting you with anything. You have nothing to worry about.”

You swallow, but nod, taking a deep breath. “Okay.”

She ties off your arm and cleans your inner elbow, telling you to make a fist. She finds the right spot and lines up the needle telling you to take a deep breath in. You do as she asks, and when she asks you to exhale, she quickly stabs the needle in. It was so quick it didn’t really hurt.

“See. Easy.” she smiled.

You couldn’t help but watch what she was doing. She was seamless in her movements, her expertise obvious. Not even a minute later, she was pulling out the needle and having you hold gauze to your arm. It was only for a few seconds so the prick could heal.

“Now tell me,” she said, clipboard in hand and taking notes. “When was your last heat?”

You looked down, twiddling your fingers and shrugging.

“You don’t know?”

“I only ever had one…that I remember anyway.” you mumble.

“You’re twenty three, correct?”

You nod and she writes some notes down.

“Don’t worry. The stress that your body went through with the Nykos is probably the contributing factor. I would like to do a pelvic exam though, just to make sure everything looks alright down there.”

Your eyes went wide. Surely she didn’t mean what you were thinking.

“Y/n?”

“No.” you said, squeezing your eyes shut. “No. NO!”

She reached out to touch your arm, but you flinched, knocking over the tray next to you.

“Don’t touch me!” you growled.

Chan was there in an instant, having heard the commotion. He walked in to see you on the wall opposite of her.

“What happened?” he questioned.

Doctor Quinn cleared her throat. “I suggested a pelvic exam and she refused. I went to comfort her and she flinched.”

“Y/n? You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.” Chan comforted, his pheromones already calming you.

You shook your head.

“Okay. No pelvic exam. Can you please sit back down so I can continue my questions?” Doctor Quinn asked.

“Doc, maybe we should wa-” Chan begins to say.

“It’s okay.” you interrupt, kneeling to pick up the tools from the tray.

Chan bent down and helped you clean up. Once you were sitting back in the chair, he relaxed a bit.

“Want me to stay?” Chan asked.

“I’m fine.” you force a smile.

Chan studies you before conceding, leaving the room as he goes to finish breakfast.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” Doctor Quinn said.

“I’m sorry…I um..I guess I just…” you swallow.

“You’re not over everything that’s happened. I get it. It will take time.”

“What’s your next question?”

After ten minutes of questions, Doctor Quinn urged you to go eat. She asked about your previous living situation, how often they sedated you, how they punished you, and if you experienced any symptoms of or was treated for any STDs. You kindly replied, “No I have not. And they wouldn’t have treated me if I did.”

She nodded, her lips pursed the whole time. She debriefed Chan on the basics but didn’t go into too much detail, not wanting to break confidentiality. But Chan needed to know some things as her alpha and future lover. If they wanted to conceive an heir one day, he would need to know the details. For now, they were in a report should they need the doctor’s help in taking down the Nykos.

After breakfast with Chan, Jisung, and Felix, you headed back up to your room. You looked at it with a pout, huffing. You didn’t like the blanket at the end because it was too scratchy. So you tossed it on the floor. And the curtains were icky - you swear the Nykos had the same ones. So you pulled those down, accidentally knocking down the whole rod. It made a loud thump heard by Jisung as he was heading to his room. He came down the hall and looked at you in amusement.

It was cute watching you study the room and get frustrated. You were trying to nest even though you didn’t know how or have supplies you liked. You pouted, crossing your arms at one point and he couldn’t hold in his laughter, making you jump.

“Why are you laughing?” you whined.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to nest.” Jisung stepped inside with a shrug.

“You all keep talking about ‘nests’. What is that?”

“It’s like your safe space. It’s made just for you, by you and is meant to bring you peace and comfort. You put a bunch of things you like in it and usually something with each pack member’s scent. When it’s done, you will feel comfortable and relaxed. Without a nest, one can get… anxious and restless.”

“Well it’s not that the room isn’t comfortable…”

“But…. It’s just not you?”

“There’s something missing… I just don’t know what.”

“I think it’s a lot of ‘somethings’. Should we go shopping today?”

“Shopping? Like at a mall?”

“Yes.” Jisung giggled. “Only if you want to.”

“I’ve never been shopping.” you mutter to yourself.

“Really?” Jisung is surprised. “Get your shoes. We are going.”

Before you can say anything, he’s gone. Shaking your head, you look around the room once more. It was unnerving and you didn’t know how to fix it. So you got your shoes on and headed downstairs ready to go “shopping.”

Jisung put on his shoes and headed into Chan’s office.

“Hey. I was going to take y/n shopping…” Jisung began.

“Ji, you can’t take her shopping right now.” He spoke without looking up from his papers. “If anyone sees her, they could bring her back to the Nykos. Her leaving the house is too dangerous.”

“I wasn’t going local…” Jisung argued. “And I’ll bring Felix and Changbin too. There will be three of us to protect her.”

“No.” Chan stated.

“Alpha…she needs to nest. She won’t feel comfortable and fully relax without one.” Chan finally looked up at him, so he continued. “I just saw her attempting to redecorate. She has no idea what she's doing. But she needs stuff she likes. You know that.”

Chan thought it over.

“She literally ripped the curtain rod from the wall…” Jisung gave Chan a look.

“Why can’t you just order it online?” Chan asked.

“She needs to feel it to know it’s right. You can’t feel it online.” Jisung explained.

Chan rolled his eyes. He knows she needs to nest. And she should have what she needs to do so. Omegas and Betas were heavy nesters but Omegas need it to thrive in their home. Chan sighed.

“Fine. Take Changbin and Felix with you. Where did you plan on going?”

“The outlets. They have some stores that would have what she needs for her room.”

“Let her get some clothes too. She’s going to need more.” Chan reached for his wallet. “Take the credit card, BUT….don’t go crazy.”

Jisung bowed under Chan’s harsh gaze before scurrying off to get Changbin and Felix from their rooms. Changbin groaned at being woken up but was eager to go out on the town. Felix of course was dressed and ready by the time Jisung got to his room.

They all came downstairs to find you sitting on the couch waiting. Felix hurried over, standing in front of you. You looked up at him, his smile infectious. You blushed, smiling back.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Is it a long walk again?” You whined.

“We aren’t walking. We are driving.” Changbin said amused.

“Oh. That’s good.” you mumbled.

When was the last time you were in a car? The Nykos never took you anywhere. It’s been over a decade but still… you don’t remember ever being in a car.

“I’ll drive.” Changbin stated, grabbing keys from the hook by the garage door.

You followed them into the garage, Changbin climbing into a four door jeep. It was dark green with mud splatters on the sides. The interior was black cloth as well as the soft top that was folded back.

“Shotgun!” Jisung called out and hurried over to the passenger side.

Felix opened the back door and you climbed in, looking around at the interior. Felix shut the door and walked around, climbing in next to you on the other side. The trunk had a flat cover to it, so its contents were not exposed with the top being folded back.

Felix put on his seatbelt, looking over at you watching him.

“It’s the thing behind you.” he informed.

You turned around and looked to find the strap behind you hanging. Pulling on it, it stretched. Felix took the end from your hand and clicked it into place.

“It’s to keep you safe.” Jisung smiled.

“How does it keep me safe?”

“In case the car…” Jisung started before Changbin hit his arm. “Well nevermind. Just trust us.”

The car started and they headed out of town to the outlets. You were nervous at first, Felix holding out his hand to you. You took it, squeezing if Changbin hit a bump or turned too fast. It also was a little unsettling on your stomach but that could have been more the nerves than motion sickness. But eventually you settled, enjoying the breeze in your hair and the sights. There had been so much beyond the pack properties, it was amazing.

It took a little over an hour to get there and when you did, you were buzzing with excitement. You got to go out into the world and see things. New smells, sights, sounds.

“Ready?” Changbin asked, turning off the car and looking at you through the rearview mirror.

You nodded eagerly.

“Just stay close, okay? And don’t go anywhere without at least one of us.” Changbin speaks firmly.

“Okay.” You say in a small voice.

With that, you head off to the stores. The first store was home decor themed. Inside you were overwhelmed with all the shiny decorations. So many fragile statues and trinkets, and in the middle, an array of pillows and blankets. You were so excited. Changbin pushed the cart around as you grazed your fingers over the soft textures.

“Pick what you like.” Jisung said. “We want you to make your nest how you want it.”

“I don’t know how I want it.” You complained.

“Just get what feels right to you.” Felix encourages.

So you took their suggestions and walked around the store, the three of them following you. They would pick things up and suggest them, but you shook your head at each one. You made it through the whole store, Changbin still pushing around an empty cart.

You groaned, squatting so your knees were to your chest, and hid your face. “This is so hard. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I think you’re stressing too much about it.” Jisung says.

You sigh, looking up. His face softens at the tears falling down your cheeks. He leans down and wipes them with his thumb.

“C’mon. Just me and you. We will walk the aisles again. Don’t worry about what I like or don’t like. It’s about what you like.”

You nod, standing.

You two walked back over, leaving Felix and Changbin in the chair aisle, and he guided you to the blankets. He told you to walk to the end of the row and see what jumps out at you. Sighing, you walk forward slowly and take in all the designs, fabrics, and colors.

You stop, pulling one that was tucked in between two oversized ones. It was a yellow knit made of soft yarn. It also had thick rows of cream in it to offset the yellow and fringes on the two long ends. Your eyes lit up and you smiled, feeling warm inside.

“This one.” you presented it to Jisung.

“You found one! I knew you could. Why this one?”

“Because the yellow reminds me of you and Felix.” you say with a big grin.

Jisung blushed. “It does?”

“Yes. You smell a little like lemons to me. And Felix is warm and bright…like sunshine.” you explained, Jisung saying ‘like sunshine’ in sync with you.

“Plus, this color in the fringes reminds me of Felix’s hair.” you giggle.

Jisung stares lovingly at you. “It kinda does.”

You hug the blanket to your chest.

“Should we keep looking?”

“I want little lights.” You say.

“We can do fairy lights.”

“Fairy lights?”

“That’s what they are called. I’ll show you.”

Jisung found the fairy lights, and you nodded your head excitedly. Then you made your way to the curtains. Jisung texted the other two to come over with the cart and you placed your stuff in.

After an hour and a half in this store, you had more pillows (neutral in color but some with fur) and a couple blankets along with your fairy lights and new curtains. You were excited and wanted to keep going. Changbin dropped those bags off at the car and you all went to the next store.

You were in awe of the store - it had everything. The boys got you some snacks, body care essentials, and you even got a rug and comforter for your room. They got you a bluetooth speaker and headphones as well since Jisung insisted you needed to learn all about music. You had heard a bit but the Nykos barely played any.

Then there was a plant nursery. You got a few potted plants, liking the idea of some greenery in your room. You even got some lavender and lemongrass too.

Jisung started complaining he was starving so you stopped at a pizza restaurant, sitting down to eat. You were overwhelmed with the smells, making you realize just how hungry you were. You had never had pizza before so he suggested a simple four cheese option. Changbin got meat lovers, Jisung pepperoni, and Felix got hawaiian.

When it finally arrived at the table, your mouth was watering. You all dug in immediately, savoring every bite. You moaned in pleasure. This was definitely your new favorite food. Everybody let you try theirs so you could see if you liked it. You liked everyone’s but you happily finished your whole twelve inch pizza.

“Well this is the most I think I’ve seen you eat.” Jisung comments.

“It’s so good.” you say with wide eyes, making everyone laugh.

After lunch was clothes shopping. You were unsure about the lady in the store measuring you but you allowed it. She gave you your sizes and then you bought some clothes you liked. Some were comfy lounge wear, some some bra and panties, and some were shirts. You even got a few swimsuits for the lake.

They took you to a few other stores to fill out your wardrobe. You even got a few books at the bookstore, intrigued to read some of the stories. And when they had too many bags for the trunk, Changbin called it quits. You even had to get a chair shipped since you didn’t have the space for it in the car. It was one of those floating macrame chairs that Changbin said he would install for you.

Once you got home, the boys helped you bring your bags to your room and left you to start. Chan had already fixed the curtain rod and removed the curtains, blanket, and whatever else was in what he assumed was the ‘throw away’ pile.

You stripped the bed and attempted to change the sheets, groaning in frustration when it wasn’t working. You heard a chuckle in the hallway and turned to see Chan walking in. He smiled at you and you smiled back even though it wasn’t a laughing matter.

“It’s not funny.” You whined.

“Let me help you, baby.”

Chan helped you put your sheets on, teaching you how. Then he let you decorate the pillows as you wanted, handing you blankets to place in the room.

“These are soft. This one is really thick.” He said, rubbing them with his hands.

You nodded, taking them and figuring out where to place them.

“Can you take this bench out?”

“Um, sure. You don’t want it?”

“No. Changbin is going to hang a chair.”

“Hang? A chair?”

“Yes.” You looked at his face and froze. “Is that okay? Oh no, you don’t like the idea-”

“Baby, relax. I was just confused. You can have whatever you want. I’ll buy you whatever you want.” Chan rested his hands on your shoulders, grounding you. “If you want a floating bed, I’ll buy that too.”

You both laugh.

You turn back to your room, placing the plants and figurines you also bought. You found a place for your speaker and headphones to rest and plug them in to charge. Curtains were now on your window while some transparent ones hung around your bed with fairy lights.

Thirty more minutes went by and you didn’t even notice Chan slip out. Once you felt that your room was comfy how you like, you smiled in contentment.

Knock knock.

You turn to see Minho at the door. He smiled at you, coming into the room.

“Just wanted to let you know dinner's nearly ready.” He stepped closer to you, watching you study him as he slowly leaned forward and kissed your check.

“Okay.” you blush.

“It looks much better in here. There’s more….color.” he smirked. “I like it.”

“Thanks.”

Minho hands you a pillow you didn’t notice he was holding. “I don’t know if it goes with your decor, but I made sure it had my scent on it.”

You studied him, noticing his ears were turning pink as you took the pillow. You looked around, decided to put it on your cushion in the corner of your room. There was a thick, almost mattress thick, cushion in the corner. It was round and decorated with pillows, creating a cozy corner. There was a small bookshelf with your five new books and a canopy with some of the fairy lights.

“Cute.” He nods. “Come eat.”

You follow him downstairs, deciding to put away your bathroom stuff later. Jeongin was still at the rut house and you found yourself missing his company. Seungmin was currently helping him out, leaving the rest of the pack home and currently at the dinner table.

You loved these pack dinners together. It made it feel like a family - like you were part of a family. And it warmed your soul to finally feel involved. You smiled, looking around the table at everyone talking. You were finally home.

There was a knock at the door of Lewis’s office. He told them to enter, looking up from his computer. A man from an allied pack walked in and sat down in the chair across from the table.

“Nate, what brings you here at this hour? Everything okay?”

“My mate, Maddie, wanted me to take her shopping today. We went to the outlets and, obviously I didn’t do anything, but we saw her there.” Nate stated.

“Who?”

“That omega of yours. Members of the Greenridge pack were out shopping with her.”

“You sure it was them?”

“Positive. I’ve run into one of them before with Alpha Chan. He was there with her.”

“Well…if it’s a war they want.. I’ll happily oblige. Agreement null and void.”

“Well you know the Okami have your back.”

“Thanks, Nate. I’ll keep you updated.”

With that, Nate was dismissed. And Lewis was left to plan his first move.

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Shout out to my beta for inspiring, motivating, and pushing me! @its-the-solar-system

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momo-minomo · 22 days ago

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Fic Fairy Friday: Duke Thomas is a Wayne

(Please ignore that the comic artist decided to draw Jason like he's 14 and not, at the VERY least 19 lol. I just love seeing the Batbros snarking at each other.)

I felt bad that I missed a couple weeks with these while I was sick, so I decided to drop two for this Friday (even tho it's barely still Friday lol) Hope you enjoy!

Duke does NOT get enough love from this fandom. Admittedly I don't know him or his comics nearly as well as I'd like to but it drives me nuts how the fandom treats him like the straight-laced normal kid being drawn into the batfam's chaos. Like... have you even MET Duke?! He and Tim are similar levels of unhinged. He grew up in a loving family but in the Narrows, the poorest neighborhood in Gotham. At 13 he planned to take on the Riddler himself when the man was holding the city hostage but his family saved Batman's ass so he promised Duke he'd take care of it instead. At 15 he formed and led the We Are Robin gang to fight crime in homemade Robin uniforms. He became REALLY good friends with Damian and earned his respect enough that Damian would join the Robin gang and help train them. This is NOT the goody two shoes kid trying to get the others to not go crazy. He's jumping right in with the rest of them! He may not live with Bruce or be officially adopted in the mainline canon but all of the Wayne family have counted him as a brother and son multiple times.

So here's a batch of fics of Duke being a member of the Batfamily just like any other Wayne kid.

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Emergency rooms and chicken nuggets by Lilac_hyacinth

Summary:

“So…” Duke drawled, sounding suspiciously wide-awake for the day shift kid at two-thirty in the morning. “If I said Damian and I are in a bit of trouble, on a scale of Jason to Cass, how likely are you to kill us?” Clearing his throat and rubbing his eyes to try to wake himself up, Tim grimaced. “What the fuck did you do?” “Nothing.” Or Tim and Bernard get out of bed at two in the morning to go across town and pick up Tim's reckless little brothers.

Momo's Notes: We don't often get to see Tim in the big brother role so I love this, Duke calling his big brother to get him and Damian out of trouble when they got went against Bruce's standing orders on a patrol together. There's a great scene in this between Tim and Duke where Duke is struggling with the fact that Damian, his baby brother, got hurt on his watch and his hero worship for the older Robins making him feel inadequate, like his older siblings would never have made the mistakes he did. It's just a great snapshot of the Batfamily BEING a family with Duke a solid member of it. Bonus points for the really sweet TimBer in this. I'm kinda meh on Bernard as a character but he's amazing in this one.

Twenty Cents Short of a Dollar by gender_bender08

Summary:

So, yeah. Duke knows his people ain’t alright. They don’t talk about it, ‘cuz they don’t really talk about anything, even though the teacher of the beginner psychology class he’s in says that acknowledging a problem exists is the first step to fixing it. He knows his people ain’t alright, but it hasn’t really hit him ‘til he’s standing in the entrance of the chemist, a stack of prescriptions in his hand all stapled together so he doesn’t lose any.

Momo's Notes: This is one I've read multiple times, I love how much Duke loves his family even as he sees how damaged and broken they all are. He wants so badly to help them through their trauma even as he's scared because he loves being Signal and loves this family of his heroes that opened their heart and home to him but this life is going to break him just like it did them. I highly recommend this one.

Strange Bedfellows by snackbaskets

Summary:

Little known fact about bats: they're AWFUL at sleeping alone. At least, the ones in the Manor seem to be, if the half-conscious kind-of-maybe siblings using Duke as a body pillow are any indication. When did he sign up for this?

Momo's Notes: This fic had me kicking my feet in happiness. Duke's newly adopted in the Batfam and feeling overwhelmed so he is NOT prepared for the manor rules of enforced cuddling during hard nights by certified badass Stephanie Brown and the terrifying Red Hood. But maybe they're on to something, and maybe it IS kinda comforting. Bonus points on this one for the gorgeous writing. Like... just LOOK at this sentence! Fucking beautiful.

"Gotham clung to his words like the smog of the city did to the clouds, as if the essence of the place had made its home in Jason’s very lungs, made thicker and low by the sleep in his throat."

Invisible Helper by Listentothelittlebird

Summary:

Duke was in the area, so naturally, Oracle called on his help on behalf of Black Lightning. Jeff just wanted to do a recon.

Momo's Notes: This is a very short one, a part of the Code Bat series where no one outside of the Batfam knows they're a family. He's only with the main Batfam at the end but while he's still learning as a vigilante he's fully comfortable with his place in the family at this point. I love that Duke is finding his feet on this, being teased by Oracle, and just sharing in the excitement of stepping out as his own hero outside of Gotham with his family.

Here's a Reminder (That You Haven't Fallen Through the Cracks) by popsunner

Summary:

If it’s a salesperson, he’ll shove them a hundred dollar tip and tell them to go away, if it’s some religious do gooder, he’ll direct them to Metropolis. If it’s a Rogue, he’ll tell them he’s busy and to please get in the fucking line. If it’s one of his siblings-- “Hey, Tim!” Dick says brightly, forearm braced against the doorframe. Dammit.

Momo's Notes: Duke only shows up towards the end, but I love how casual he is with everyone. He's a Wayne sibling showing up with his sister and brothers to force Tim to take care of himself for once. Duke's idea of hanging out is also so in character considering how much he despised cops and is a great example of Tim and Duke being equally chaotic and mischievous. lol

Savior by saturn_saturniidae

Summary:

When Tim says some concerning things while high on Fear Gas, Duke takes it upon himself to make sure Tim knows how much he’s needed and loved.

Momo's Notes: I love fics that explore the idea of Tim being Duke's Robin. It makes sense, Tim would have been the Robin Duke grew up and, as you see in the fic, he experienced living in a Gotham where Batman had lost his Robin and the darkness that caused. So here's Duke comforting his brother, his Robin, after a fear gas exposure.

Big Damn Heroes by Zahri

Summary:

The call came in just after lunch. 246S. School shooting. Duke hasn’t worked one as the Signal, yet. (It’s different, from this angle)

Momo's Notes: TRIGGER WARNING for talk of a school shooting and the trauma of surviving one. Tim and Duke have the unfortunate shared experience of surviving a school shooting. This fic deals with that mutual trauma and how the Batfam both protects and supports each other while still tackling these same traumatic events happening again when they're supposed to stop it.

Gender? In THIS Economy? by Sohotthateveryonedied

Summary:

Duke is questioning stuff and goes to Tim for advice.

Momo's Notes: It's me, so I had to include at least one lgbtq Batfam fic lol. This has nonbinary Duke getting comfort and advice from trans ftm Tim. ❤️

#ficfairyfriday #batfamily #duke thomas #signal dc #the signal #tim drake #bruce wayne #batbros #batfam #batfamily fic recs #fic rec #ao3 recs #Fic Fairy Friday #jason todd #stephanie brown

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nocasdatsgay · 10 months ago

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A Nest of Her Own

Pairing: Nesta/Eris | Word Count: 812 | Rating: T

Warnings: Omegaverse

Summary: Day One- Nesting. Eris has a surprise for Nesta. Still practically a new fae, she doesn’t know what to make of this… bed?

Read on Ao3 Here or Read Below| For @acotar-omegaverse-week

Tags: @mybestfriendmademe @hieragalbatorixdottir (I feel like I am missing someone if I am just comment and I will) Also Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

Nesta didn’t know what to expect when she was finally allowed into the room Eris had closed off for a ‘surprise’. She definitely didn’t expect what she was looking at. In front of her was a bed. Now she was wondering why Eris seemed so pleased with himself. Chest puffed out, the loose white shirt still stretching slightly as he watched her reaction. After a few more moments, she turned to him, arms crossed against her chest.

“It’s a bed.”

Eris seemed taken aback, the smug look on his face wiped away in an instant.

“It’s a nest,” he frowned. “Do you not like it?”

Nesta frowned in return. “It’s a bed. A comfortable one from the looks of it. Is this your way of telling me you don’t want me to share your room?”

Eris reached up, one arm still crossed against his chest, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Gods they didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

There were many things her sister and that court neglected to tell her when she became fae. She didn’t quite understand why Eris was so worked up over it. He knew her knowledge was limited and together they had worked to bridge that gap.

She added. “I cannot confirm what I don’t know if you don’t tell me what it is.”

He finally lowered his hand and sighed. Amber eyes met her gaze and thankfully didn’t look at her with pity.

“Your secondary sex is omega. You remember we discussed heats?” Nesta nodded, a flush coming onto her cheeks. She remembered that vividly. “That is what a nest is for. Mostly. It’s also just there for comfort when you get overwhelmed.”

She looked back at the bed- nest. It did look comfortable. Soft fur encompassed it; the perimeter raised as if it had a built- in pillows on top of the ones present. She recognized several blankets; all of them Eris’s. And his cloak. She stepped forward, leaning in to inspect the bed further when the smell hit her.

“Oh,” she sighed.

His smell flooded her senses. She picked up the cloak and buried her face in it. Every muscle in her body relaxed. She kicked off her shoes and climbed into the nest, his scent becoming stronger. She could bury her face in every inch of this bed- nest. In the back of her mind, she knew she should be embarrassed, rolling around like one of the hounds in mud, wrinkling her dress and ruining her hair. Yet she didn’t care; she’d never felt more safe.

“You like it?” His voice brought her back to herself. She looked up to see him standing by the nest, grinning.

“Why?” She couldn’t get out any other word.

She meant to say yes. But Eris knew her well enough now to know that. His grin didn’t falter.

“We are mated. My scent calms you down because I am your alpha. When you get your heat, this will make it easier.”

She hummed, pulling the cloak over her body. “Why are you just standing there?”

“It’s only polite to wait to be invited in,” he smiled down at her. “This is yours. I am just privileged to set it up for you.”

“So when you deny me a second dessert I can come here and you won’t bother me?”

He leaned forward, red hair falling off of his shoulder and dangling down near her face.

“As if I deny you anything.” His smirk sent a pleasant jolt through her stomach. “It’s usually you denying me.”

“Someone has to tell you no.” She replied sternly.

“Is this your way of telling me to leave?” He arched his brow.

She pretended to think about it for a moment. “I suppose you can join me.”

He climbed in and kissed her forehead as she moved over to allow him space.

“Will it always smell like you?” She asked scooting over once he settled.

“No. Most of the time pesky omegas steal things from their alphas to make their nest and keep it smelling like them. Instead of stealing, just ask me- I’ll give you whatever you want to put in here.”

“Like this shirt?” She ran her hand over his chest stopping at the top of his trousers.

“If you wanted me naked my love, you could have just said it.” His scent thickened, mingling with her own. He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the tips of her fingers.

“You just made the bed.”

“It’s a nest.” He maneuvered over her and her breath quickened at the press of his want against her. “And it’s made to be ruined.” He gathered her skirt in one of his hands, tugging it up. “Shall we break it in?”

“You’re such a scoundrel,” she laughed, wiggling her hips against him.

He took that as a yes.

Part 2 | Part 3

#acotar omegaverse #eris vanserra #acotar #nesta archeron #nesting #Omegaverse week day 1 #eris makes her a nest and his ego is bruised #only a little #acotar-Omegaverse-week

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thatacotargirl · 11 months ago

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Shadows and Surprises (7)

Part 7 of Azriel x Reader fanfic! Sorry for the delay!

Summary: Azriel meets y/n at Rita's and spends a single night of passion with you before heading your separate ways. Only, the Mother had different ideas.

Warnings: none.

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Y/N's POV

"And hook the right arm a little, no, I mean like thi-, no wait that's not, y/n, hold your, yes ok now we're getting somewhere".

Absolutely nothing that Cassian just said to you made sense. But, he said you're getting somewhere, and he's the expert after all.

You throw your arm around in a right hook, attempting to catch Cassian in the jaw, but he blocks you and brings his clenched fist up to your throat. He, naturally, stops short and doesn't actually touch you, only showing you where your weak spots are when you throw the first punch in a fight, but it was enough to feel Azriel's wrath seeping across the training ring.

"That's enough, Cassian", he calls out, standing to approach you both in the centre of the ring.

"What?! I'm fine Az, I'm not even tired" you protest, attempting to throw another hook at Cassian whilst he is distracted, which he again blocks - only without even looking at you. How does he do that?

"Az, brother, you need to relax. If y/n needs to stop, she will tell me - she did the other day and we stopped straight away. I promise", Cassian reassures Azriel, but you see his eyes darken.

"Why did you need to stop the other day? You didn't tell me that? Were you hurt?".

You let out a frustrated gruff and start to walk away towards the stairs that lead back down to the house. You are almost 7 months into your pregnancy now, and Azriel is only getting more protective and overbearing by the day. Just this morning he wouldn't even let you put your own socks on so you didn't bend down and 'squash the baby'. As you descend the stairs, you see a tuft of golden hair fly past and run into a nearby room, slamming a door. Peering in the direction the tuft of hair came from, you see Rhysand staring ahead blankly.

"Should I ask?".

Rhys just shakes his head to you and wanders off in the other direction. Looking at the door that had just slammed, you walk over and knock quietly.

"Fey?", you call out, resting your ear against the door. No answer.

"Feyre?", you try again. No answer.

"I'm coming in, Fey", you say as you push open the door to one of the many spare bedrooms. When you poke your head in, you see Feyre curled in a ball on the bed, sobs racking her body. You walk over and perch on the edge, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"What happened?", you ask quietly, rubbing soothing circles along her shoulder and back. She stayed quiet, sobbing into the pillow, so you stay silent too, keeping up the gentle circles until you feel her body still underneath you. Thinking she's asleep, you go to stand, but you hear a soft sniff and Feyre looks up at you.

"I kissed him".

"Kissed who? Rhys?"

Feyre just nods, hiding her face back in the pillow, but at least this time it isn't accompanied by tears.

"What's the problem with that, Fey?"

"I'm in love with Tamlin!"

Who the fuck is Tamlin?

"He's the High Lord of Spring", Feyre whispers.

Ah shit, I said that out loud.

"Yes, you did".

SHIT. It must be the pregnancy brain.

Silence follows.

Right ok, I didn't say that out loud then.

"No, you didn't".

Cauldron boil me now.

"I am with Tamlin, I am to marry Tamlin, look", Feyre holds up her hand showing a huge emerald rock on her finger. There is no mistaking that she is a soon-to-be bride.

"Was it a mistake?"

"Yes", she says quickly. Then pauses. "Maybe?"

"Maybe?"

"Well I wanted to kiss him in that moment. But maybe it's some kind of survivor's guilt thing, Rhys saved me under the mountain and so I owed him a thank you?"

"Maybe Fey, but you don't need to beat yourself up over it. If it was a mistake, it was a mistake. Rhysand will not hold that against you, he's a good male".

"I know", she whispers. After a short pause, she adds "but if it was a mistake, why do I want to do it again?".

You have no answer, so you simply go back to rubbing her back, hoping it is offering her at least some comfort. Your situation was a difficult one, but at least you and Azriel were on the same page. Although, thinking about that, were you? You hadn't discussed the future nor the circumstances of your relationship. Would Azriel see other people? Would you move out when the baby was born and co-parent? You hadn't admitted your feelings to Azriel, certain that he didn't return them, but you hadn't stopped to think about how difficult it would be to watch him start a life with another female one day. A knot forms in your chest as you realise how uncertain your own circumstances are, and you have absolutely no advice to offer Feyre because, if you did, perhaps you'd take that for your own.

You look down and see that Feyre had, in fact, cried herself to sleep. Standing gentle, making sure not to rock the bed too much, you retreat from the room and pull the door closed, wandering off to the library in search of Azriel.

You find the trio in the library, sat spread out across the various sofas and chairs in the room. Cassian gives you a wave, sloshing his glass of whiskey and causing half of it to land on the carpet. Rhys only shakes his head and waves a hand, the mess disappearing instantly. Azriel sits himself up from lounging and pats the space next to him on the sofa, a glass of sparkling water appearing on the small table next to the seat. You smile and join him on the sofa, appreciating the water more than you probably should, but you hadn't had a chance to hydrate after your training session since you had found yourself in Feyre's room. Rhys looked at you, a question in his eyes, but you could only shrug a response. You had no update for him.

"How are you feeling", Azriel asks, sipping on his whiskey.

"I'm ok, starting to get a bit sore and achy now, but nothing I can't manage".

"Should we speak with Madja?", Rhys asks, but you shake your head.

"No need, it's all normal pregnancy stuff, nothing to be concerned about". It didn't make Azriel's face look any less concerned.

"I'll stay in tonight", he says, setting down his glass.

"Tonight?".

"Yeah, I'll stay in". You see Cassian glare at him from across the room and raise your eyebrows in question.

"I only went out of my way and wingmanned him a hot date, and he's going to bail only a few hours before. Way to make me look bad Az", he guilts, pulling a pout. But you stopped listening after you hear 'hot date'. Your ears start ringing and your eyes prick with tears which you quickly blink away. Not quickly enough to avoid Azriel's attention, though.

"Are you ok? Does something hurt?".

"I'm fine", you snap a bit harsher than you meant to. Standing from the sofa, you throw a look his way and add a soft "don't worry". You start to walk away, but he calls you back.

"I'm actually quite tired, Az. I'm going to head to bed and get an early night. Have fun on your date and I'll see you tomorrow, ok?'. You leave the room before giving him a chance to respond.

Azriel's POV

"You look great, Az!", Cassian says, straightening my bow tie. He doesn't seem to realise that Azriel will be tearing it off the moment before he takes the sky.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks Cass", he offers, looking at the wall.

"What?! I'd definitely do you", Cassian replies, still fiddling with the bow tie. Azriel only look at him with a glare, to which Cassian chuckles.

"Right, you're all ready, off you go", he says, patting Azriel's shoulder and steering him towards the balcony. "Go get her", he winks, before walking back into the House of Wind.

Azriel sighs, rips off the bow tie, and jumps from the ledge, heading into the centre of Velaris.

He arrives at the restaurant and finds his date standing outside waiting, even though Azriel himself is 10 minutes early. She is pretty, there is no denying that, but Azriel can't clear his mind of the beautiful female back at the House currently carrying his child.

"Hi!", his date calls, walking over to him.

"Hi Tori", he smiles, offering her a quick hug. The pair of them walk into the restaurant and are seated at a private table on the roof, as arranged by Cassian and Rhysand. The pair of them seem to think that a date will help Azriel's 'brooding', as they call it. But Azriel's mind is in one place and on one thing, and it isn't the female sat opposite him at this table.

The date is nice. The food is good, the drinks are flowing, and the live entertainment is a dream. But Azriel can't stop thinking about y/n.

"You seem distracted?", Tori asks, slurring her words slightly after they finished their 3rd bottle of wine and gestured the waiter for a 4th.

It's like she opened a floodgate. With the question lingering and the sheer volume of alcohol he had consumed to try and distract himself, Azriel suddenly word vomits everything that is in his brain, telling his date every single detail about you and his unborn child.

"A word of advice, Azriel, if I may?".

He nods.

"You clearly care for this female and your baby more than anything on the planet. So why, on the sun and the moon and the stars and the damned cauldron itself, are you on a date with me instead of telling this female that you very clearly love her?".

He sits in silence, stewing over Tori's words, before it feels like a bucket of cold water has been thrown over his entire body. He does. He loves you. He loves you more than he has loved anything or anyone in this world. And tonight, he let you sit at home, uncomfortable and sore, carrying his child, whilst he went on a date. He had fucked up.

Standing abruptly, Azriel reaches into his wallet and throws a heaping handful of notes on the table, covering the bill and then some.

"I'm so sorry", he says to Tori, who merely shakes her head and smiles.

"Go get your girl, Az".

Crash landing on the balcony and stumbling through the House, Azriel finds your door and knocks hard.

"Y/n?", he whisper shouts, knocking again.

You must be asleep. But this can't wait.

Azriel pushes the door open, but your bed is empty. He checks the bathroom. Empty.

Perhaps you had a midnight craving? He stumbles down to the kitchen. Empty.

Confused, disorientated, and slightly nauseous, Azriel makes his way to his own bedroom. He walks in and see a small piece of paper folded on his pillow. His eyes struggle to focus but he manages to successfully unfold the paper, only for his heart to fall to his stomach at its contents.

Azriel,

I am so sorry.

Y/n.

It was too late. You'd gone.

#a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of silver flames #acotar fanfiction #acotar #acotar x y/n #azriel x reader #acotar x reader #a court of frost and starlight #azriel shadowsinger #acotar azriel #azriel shadowsinger x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel fanfic #acotar fic

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