#on the other hand i need my wisdom teeth out

[rusty-eevee]

Do you think they had access to proper medical care in the Dark Future?

[citrusbunnies]

oh boy do i love finding out a person w a doctorate is an antivaxxer and thinks they cause autism /j

[nintendont2502]

clinging to this hyperfixation as tight as i fuckign can. tma save me. save me tma

[tender-rosiey]

Hey I want to request a husband!gojo getting his wisdom teeth pulled out and he is high af from the anesthesia. I just imagine him forgetting everything and starts acting dumb. This would be huge blackmail material for nobara and megumi lol

peacock — gojo satoru x f!reader

as soon as you step into the recovery room, the sight of him almost makes you burst out laughing. satoru is slouched in the chair, limbs draped over the sides, his usual composed demeanor replaced with utter disarray.

his eyes, free of his blindfold, are dazed and unfocused, those brilliant blue irises practically swimming in confusion.

his cheeks are puffed out comically with gauze, and he’s staring up at the ceiling like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.

when his eyes eventually find you, they widen dramatically, his entire face lighting up like he’s just seen a miracle.

"oh. my. god," he gasps, his voice muffled by the cotton stuffed in his mouth, but his tone is thick with awe and disbelief. “you’re... you're an angel. a real one.”

you bite your lip, barely managing to stifle the laughter bubbling up. “satoru, it’s me,” you say, moving closer to him.

he squints at you, leaning forward so far that he nearly tips over, his eyes narrowing as he’s trying to make sense of what he’s seeing. “wait... we know each other?”

you fight back a smile. “I’m your wife.”

there’s a beat of silence before his eyes widen again, and he jerks back so dramatically that the chair creaks beneath him.

“wife? no way!” he grips the armrests with exaggerated strength, staring at you like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. “are you serious? we’re married? to each other?”

you giggle as you nod, “for a while now.”

he slumps back, his head rolling to the side with a long, exaggerated groan. his entire body sinks into the chair.

“wow. I did it. I really did it,” he says, staring up at the ceiling again, his eyes unfocused and dazed. “I married the hottest person in the universe. I win at life.”

your lips twitch into a grin, watching him bask in his drugged-out epiphany. “you sure did,” you say, unable to stop yourself from laughing softly.

you move to help him up, sliding your arm around his waist as he wobbles to his feet, legs unsteady like a baby giraffe taking its first steps.

but as you start guiding him toward the door, he plants his feet firmly on the ground, stopping you with a wild-eyed, serious expression. “wait, wait, wait,” he says, his hand reaching out to grab yours with surprising urgency.

his fingers are warm, clumsy in their grip, but there’s an intensity in his gaze that, even through the haze of anesthesia, is so satoru.

his face is scrunched up in deep thought, brows furrowed as though he’s wrestling with the most critical question of his life. “I need to know something... something important.”

you raise an eyebrow, watching him try to focus, his blue eyes narrowing. “okay, what is it?”

“do we... do we kiss?”

you can’t help it—this time, you let out a snort of laughter. “yes, satoru, we kiss. all the time.”

he blinks slowly, his mouth hanging open in awe, eyes sparkling with newfound wonder.

“no way! I knew it. I’m so good at kissing, aren’t I?” he beams, his prideful grin exaggerated by the swollen cheeks, making him look utterly ridiculous. “I knew I was a natural.”

you chuckle, shaking your head as you tighten your hold on him, guiding him toward the exit. “you’re definitely something,” you mutter under your breath.

but, of course, satoru has no intention of walking in a straight line, let alone staying quiet. he stops again, turning his head to you with a deeply perplexed look, like he’s trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe.

“wait… wait… there’s these kids,” he says, gesturing wildly, nearly knocking the clipboard off the counter.

“they’re always hanging around. the loud pink-haired one, the grumpy one, and the one who keeps yelling. who are they? why are they always following me?”

you sigh through a laugh, shaking your head as you guide him forward. “those are your students, satoru. yuuji, megumi, and nobara.”

his face lights up with recognition—or something close to it. “yuuji! yeah, yeah, the kid who talks to everything. I like him. he’s my pokemon.”

you snicker, struggling to keep him upright as he sways like he’s on a boat in the middle of a storm. “he is your student, not a pokemon,” you remind him gently.

he waves his hand dismissively. “nah, nah, he’s my pokemon.”

you shake your head, unable to stop smiling. “sure, satoru. whatever you say.”

“and megumi!” satoru perks up again, his eyes sparkling. “my little emo sunshine. I keep trying to make him smile, but it’s, like, so hard. do you think he’s broken?”

his voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, leaning closer to you. “should we fix him?”

you let out a small laugh, trying to keep him from stumbling as you approach the door. “I think megumi’s just fine, satoru.”

satoru gasps, clutching at your arm. “don’t tell me... he’s also your best friend? is he my rival?”

before you can respond, the door to the recovery room swings open, and standing in the hallway are yuuji, nobara, and megumi.

nobara is the first to spot satoru, her eyes widening before she bursts into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubles over.

“oh my god, this is amazing!” nobara cackles, already pulling out her phone and aiming the camera at satoru. “I’ve been waiting for this day my entire life.”

yuuji grins widely, waving enthusiastically. “sensei! you okay?”

satoru beams at the sight of yuuji, grinning so wide that his swollen cheeks puff out even more.

“yuuji! my pokemon!” he tries to wave but nearly tips over, forcing you to steady him with both hands. “I missed you, man! when did you get here?”

yuuji looks bewildered for a moment. “pokemon?”

nobara is still laughing uncontrollably, already typing on her phone with one hand while recording with the other. “fushiguro, please tell me you’re getting this. this is gold!”

megumi, for his part, just stands there with his arms crossed, a sigh escaping his lips. but you can see the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth, a rare sign of amusement.

meanwhile, satoru is now waving his arms around excitedly, turning back to yuuji. “we should totally start a band! you play drums, and I’ll sing. we’ll call it...gojo and the gojos!”

yuuji blinks in surprise, his jaw dropping slightly. “uh, what?”

nobara howls with laughter, her camera still rolling. “oh my god, this is going in the group chat. no, actually, this is going everywhere.”

megumi shakes his head, his expression caught between amusement and exasperation. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he mutters.

you sigh, shaking your head fondly at the absolute circus unfolding around you. “alright, superstar,” you say, gently pulling satoru toward the exit, “let’s get you home before you say anything else you’ll regret.”

satoru grins, his eyes half-lidded but still full of wonder, like he’s just discovered something miraculous. “home? with my wife? yes, please. best. day. ever.”

as you manage to pull satoru a few steps closer to the door, his weight leaning heavily against you, he suddenly halts.

you glance at him, bracing yourself for another round of his ridiculous, anesthesia-fueled revelations, but nothing—nothing—could prepare you for what comes next.

“wait,” he says, his voice low and serious, as if he's about to share the most critical, world-altering secret.

his glassy eyes look at you intensely, filled with wild determination. “I need to do something important before we leave.”

you blink at him, confused. “satoru, what could you possibly—”

before you can finish your sentence, he dramatically pulls away from you, somehow managing to stand on his own. with the grace of a baby giraffe on ice, he wobbles toward the center of the room, ignoring your protests.

“satoru—”

he shushes you loudly, a single finger pressed to his lips as he glances over his shoulder, his expression way too serious for someone who can’t walk straight.

“shhh. this is between me and the universe.”

you exchange a bewildered look with yuuji, who’s still watching in awe, nobara recording every second, and megumi now sighing deeply, clearly bracing himself for whatever absurdity satoru is about to unleash.

then, with absolutely no warning, satoru starts unbuttoning his shirt.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you yelp, rushing forward to stop him, but you’re too late.

he rips his shirt open dramatically, buttons flying everywhere, revealing his bandaged, puffy cheeks, along with his very confused, bare chest.

“satoru—oh my god—”

but he’s not done. no, of course he’s not. he thrusts his arms out to the side, chest puffed out proudly, and yells at the top of his lungs:

“I AM A PEACOCK, WATCH ME SOAR!”

the room falls into stunned silence for a moment. nobara freezes mid-recording, mouth hanging open in disbelief, while yuuji’s jaw drops, eyes wide with sheer awe.

megumi, however, just buries his face in his hands.

“I cannot believe I know this man,” megumi mutters under his breath, his tone one of deep regret.

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[odileeclipse]

Oh myyy, stars sure burn up, huh? 👀

I should preface THIS IS NOT CANON just for funsies this artowrk had me with my jaw dropped it inspired me his expression is just FWIEJDCOIJLKJW WOOOOW incredible

The spire of Knowledge shuddered. Cold, suffocating magic coiled through the once-sacred halls, twisting the very air, warping the stone, bleeding reality into something other. The Moonstone’s glow dimmed, its once-pure radiance swallowed by inky tendrils of void, the hungry whispers of the Dark Moon pressing against the veil of the world. And at the center of it all, Shadow Milk Cookie stood before the bodies of his beloved and their friends, his ritual complete. Their forms remained untouched, preserved, frozen in an eternal moment between life and death. No decay, no rot, just stillness. Waiting. But the world demanded a price. A sudden, piercing agony erupted behind his right eye. His breath hitched. His vision blurred, splitting apart and fracturing. His heartbeat staggered as unseen claws scraped at his thoughts, prying apart the pieces of his mind. A warning flashed in his memories of ancient words etched into forbidden texts "The Dark Moon grants, but it does not give. The Dark Moon preserves, but it does not save. Its gifts must be paid for in kind." And it was taking him. A golden light, the last remnant of his truth, burned in his right eye but it was fading. Shadow Milk Cookie let out a choked gasp, his hands clawing at his face as the pain consumed him. The spire walls trembled as the Dark Moon’s power funneled into his very being, twisting his soul, unraveling him thread by thread. His right eye, his golden, illuminated eye began to burn away, replaced by something colder, something fractured. Where once there was the unwavering glow of wisdom, there was now a black slit pupil piercing through blue depths, rimmed with claw-like marks, as if something had gouged the truth from him.

His form twisted under the weight of the spell, his once-pristine white robes dissolving into obsidian and harlequin blues, shifting like living shadows. His sleeves billowed, two-toned and curling, their wide cuffs resembling whipped cream but wrong, unnatural, as if the fabric itself was alive. His hair stretched and curled, slick and jagged, dual-toned in midnight and lapis. And from within those shadows Eyes. Ghastly, whispering eyes blinked and twitched, watching from the void within his hair. They changed to match his emotions, shifting between amusement, wrath, sorrow. The shadows twisted further, forming into a curling, ghostly collar, draped over the coattails that now extended from his frame. The lining shimmered with the same unnatural eyes, watching, watching, forever searching. A new weight settled at his throat his Soul Jam, but not the one he once carried. No longer a beacon of truth, but one of deceit. The Soul Jam of Deceit gleamed from his collar, reflecting the dying light of knowledge, its singular gaze unblinking, unwavering. And then His laughter broke the silence. Cold, fractured, bitter twisting between mirth and madness. His sapphire blue mouth curled into a sly, sharp-toothed grin, jagged and shifting, his teeth flickering between straight and razor-sharp. Something had gone terribly wrong. Or perhaps, terribly right. Shadow Milk Cookie tilted his head, his long, spindly fingers curling around the staff that had appeared in his grasp. A thin black rod, crowned with an eye-like blueberry, its pupil shifting in reflection of his own. The once-noble Sage of Truth was gone, his knowledge no longer bound to what was right or real. He turned to where you lay his beloved, his reason, his purpose. And he smiled. "The stars have burned away," he mused, his voice a silken thread of something between grief and amusement. "But we don’t need them anymore, do we?" The shadows around him writhed, the echoes of the Dark Moon’s gift whispering in endless riddles. 

"You are safe now."

"You are mine to keep. I did this for you."

"And I will make sure you never leave me again."

His free hand reached toward you, fingers brushing against your cheek. Cold. Too cold. But it didn’t matter. Because no matter the cost, no matter the price, no matter the fate he had abandoned You would never be taken from him again. If he, like stars, had to burn away for that to happen…Then so be it.

I saw this the moment it entered my inbox and it's just incredible the facial expression really got to me...impeccable ♾️/10

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!!! i absolutely love your writing and am evidently irrevocably in love with wolfstar. i just got my wisdom teeth taken out, and i know you already wrote something for poly!marauders with that, but could i request something for poly!wolfstar taking care of reader a few days after? so less loopy and more pain with lots of fluff and cuddles! feel free to ignore, love you darling!

Thanks for requesting lovely! Hope you feel better soon <3

cw: allusion to chronic pain

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 627 words

“Hello,” Sirius says when the front door shushes open. He starts to fold over the page of his magazine. He hardly catches a bit of motion from the corner of his eye before you’re flopping down on top of him, forcing a soft oof from his sternum. “Oh, hello. Everything okay?”

You make a tortured groaning sound, forehead pushing into his neck.

“You’re alright, sweetheart.” Remus passes a loving hand over Sirius’ head in greeting, en route to the kitchen. “I’ll get your ice.”

“Aw,” Sirius tuts, letting his magazine lay tented over your back. He palms the back of your head gently. “Hard first day back at work?”

“It feels like it hurts worse,” you mumble into the space below his throat. The tip of your nose is cool where it presses to his skin. “I’m so tired.”

“Oh, I know, baby.” Sirius kisses the top of your head. “It’s not very fair, is it?”

“Pain is tiring,” Remus agrees. He passes Sirius an ice pack to settle against your cheek, holding onto another while he leans on the back of the couch. “It’ll get better over the next few days. Tomorrow should be easier.”

“I can’t think about tomorrow.” Your voice is softer, lips barely moving as Sirius holds the ice to your jaw. You shift your face from his neck, turning your eyes up to his. “Keep me here forever?”

Sirius feels his mouth spread in a grin. “You know I will, gorgeous. And I’ll do you one better, lift your head and I’ll put two ice packs on your cheeks.”

You pick your head up as directed. Remus passes Sirius the other ice pack, and he sandwiches your face between the two with a smile. Your poor cheeks are swollen and bruised, but Sirius thinks you look lovely despite it, even pouting the way you are. You look between your boyfriends as though waiting for them to do something about it.

Remus breaks first. “Oh, my love.” He gives a pitying laugh, folding over the back of the couch to hug your shoulders. “I’m sorry. The pain won’t last much longer, though. Just give yourself some time to heal.”

“Count yourself lucky you had wisdom to take,” Sirius says. “I didn’t have anything they wanted at all.”

“I’m so tired of this,” you sigh, leaning into Remus. “Sorry, I know it’s only been a couple of days, just. It’s just constant, you know?”

Remus hums. He knows better than most, better than Sirius for sure. Sirius feels overcome by a fond protectiveness for you both.

He touches a pinkie to Remus’ forearm where it’s wrapped around your clavicle. “Alright, that’s enough,” he says, rubbing. “It’s cruel and unjust to have either of you ever work again. I won’t entertain it.”

“Oh, you’re going to be our sole breadwinner now?” Remus asks, smiling.

“Quite right. I’ll need the two of you to carry your weight in homemaking, of course, but I’ll manage the rest.”

“And you reckon your income can cover our portions of the rent and groceries and all that?”

“Don’t worry your pretty head over it, darling. It’s well in hand.”

“Let me lie about for the rest of the week,” you sigh. “Then I’ll go back to work and you can stay here, Rem.”

Remus turns his smile into the top of your head, nose denting into your hair. “Yeah? You sure?”

“M’sure.” You shut your eyes. Sirius grins at Remus, thinking that he has about thirty seconds to change positions before you fall asleep and he has to hold you this way all night. “Just need a few days.”

But Remus will indulge you in anything; he stays perfectly still. “Sure, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your head. “Whatever you need.”

[luveline]

I'd love a wisdom tooth with Hotch; I got mine removed last Saturday and I'm in pain 🥲

You should’ve had your wisdom teeth out years ago, but you couldn’t afford it. When Aaron suggested you get them removed after a particularly embarrassing bout of pain, you’d been honest with him: you still couldn’t afford it. Stuff kept going wrong, your car would break down, or your landlord would hike the rent, and you didn’t have enough saved up to do it without worry. 

So he pays for it. You don’t ask him to, you fight him on it, but he hates seeing you in pain. 

“You’re my hero,” you say, mumbling through gauze. “Generous hero.”

“It’s not generosity,” he says, reaching across the console of the car to catch your hand, “try not to touch your mouth.” 

“I feel dizzy.” 

“I know, honey. Can take some more deep breaths for me?” 

He suspects you’re not only dizzy, but overstimulated. You take a few deep breaths, and then you say, “That’s so nice.” 

“What is?” he asks, regretful as he takes the steering wheel into both hands and turns the car onto the next road. 

You’re his sweetheart, he means that firmly, and he’d do much more than pay for your dental surgery. You’ve been very honest with him about how grateful you are. It’s uncomfortable —you shouldn’t have needed his assistance, how unfair it is that you couldn’t afford it alone— but it’s sweet, too, to see your thankfulness manifesting itself while you aren’t entirely yourself. 

“You calling me honey.” 

“You think it’s old-fashioned.” 

“You’re super old-fashioned.”

“That’s not very nice,” he teases. “I remember when we first met, you were so nice and polite. Now you’re abrasive.” 

“I am not!”

“You’re cruel to me. What should I do about it?” 

“Nothing.” 

Aaron reaches over again to grab your thigh. “Nothing? That’s typical.” He pulls your leg toward him, and he gives the soft inside a squeeze you aren’t expecting. You laugh like a kid being tickled.

“You’re just bullying me while I’m defenceless.” 

“Is that what you are?” he asks, rubbing the length of leg he’d squeezed apologetically. “You can be mean to me for now, then, but when you’re feeling better we’re going to have to have a talk about where my nice girl went.” 

You make a sound that’s half excitement and half panic. “Do you mind?” 

He’s being a little much, sure, but you’d been swaying toward overwhelmed a few minutes ago. He figures some tough love will keep and hold your attention before you can remember the pain. “I don’t mind.” He pats your leg with his fingers, frowning when you shiver. “Are you cold?” he asks worriedly. 

“I’m freezing.” 

Luckily for you, you’re home. Aaron parks the car and gets out swiftly to retrieve you, fonder now that he can see up close. You aren’t as out of it as you’d been to begin with, recognition and light in your eyes as you unbuckle your seatbelt and he offers his hand. “Thanks,” you say, ducking out of the car with a little wobble, “I’m still dizzy, can you–”

“I’ve got you,” he says, hand braced more roughly than he means to at your elbow. 

It’s more of the same inside. You’re unsteady on your feet, he has to grab you to keep you standing, but he gets you into the kitchen at your request. His first port of call is a blanket for you. 

As he wraps it around your shoulders, he’s sure the anaesthesia is entirely worn off. You meet his gaze with an undeniable love. It’s in every line of your face. 

“Thank you,” you say. 

“You know I’m just kidding when I say you aren’t nice.” 

You nod. 

“Because you are,” he says. Looking after you isn’t generosity, it’s self-preservation. He’s found you, sweet and loving as you are, his match in teasing and seriousness alike. He has no intention of treating you with anything other than the utmost care. “Are you warm enough now? It’s a common side effect of sedation, the coldness. Your dizziness, too. It’ll feel better soon.” 

“Can I take this gauze out? I feel silly.” 

“If your gums aren’t bleeding anymore.” 

You haven’t had to spit, so you’ll be alright. Aaron washes his hands, has the honour of removing your gauze and witnessing your odd stitch, which he throws away to wash his hands again. Then he wets a cloth for you to wipe your face. It’s perhaps the uglier side of loving someone and looking after them, but he genuinely couldn’t care less. You’re just as lovely to him as you were yesterday, minus a few troublesome teeth. 

“Your cheek is swelling,” he says, stroking the line of your jaw carefully. 

“Well, you can’t stop liking me now. Then this surgery would be a total waste.” 

He laughs. “What do you mean?” he asks, tipping your chin up. 

“You pay for me to have no toothache and then we break up? It doesn’t make any sense.” 

“It makes zero sense. You’ve invented a scenario where I’d leave you,” he smiles like an idiot, “and that timeline doesn’t exist.” 

You close your eyes. He kisses your nose, weary of your soreness. 

“Timeline,” you mumble. 

“Oh, you have something to say? Let’s hear it.” 

You laugh and push him away. “I don’t have anything to say to you.” 

Unfortunately for you, Aaron has no intentions of being pushed away from you. He leans over to give you a hug and a kiss pressed to your temple, his hand feeling a path against the ridge of your shoulder. “Please tell me if I hurt you, I know your face is sensitive,” he says. 

You settle in his arms. “No, this is nice.” 

He presses another kiss atop the first one. 

[httpsdana]

Hi! If you write for Kenan Yildiz, can you do prompt 2 and 6 from the Playful/Teasing? If you don't write for Kenan, then can it be with Pau Cubarsi? Thank you!

Toothless Grins~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: i decided to write it for Pau cause I've written way to much for Kenan. also I got a bit carried away... but this is definitely one of my fav fics I've written

2. “I swear, I tripped and fell into your arms. Pure accident.”

6. “I’m not saying you’re cute… but you’re kind of cute.”

"we're home right now. can you please hurry? he's not shutting up about you" Irene said, her voice muffled as she said something in the background.

"I'm on my way to your house, I'll be there in 20 minutes. how is he?" y/n said, putting her phone on speaker as she started her car.

"he's fine I think. his cheek is a bit swollen but other than that he's good. He's talking a lot though" Irene said, making her chuckle.

"that's how he is. stay safe and call me if you need anything on the way" y/n said before hanging up.

Pau had just gotten his wisdom teeth removed, and well he was acting like a drunk guy because of all the medication used to block away his pain.

As she arrived to his parent's house, she knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open it. A loud crash from inside was heard, before the door opened, revealing a very messy-haired Irene, catching her breath.

"thank god you're here. i can't handle him anymore" she said, making y/n chuckle before stepping in.

They walked to the living room where Pau was sat on the couch, the remote in his hand as he went through the channels.

His hair was a mess, but a cute mess. And his cheek was still as swollen as Irene said it was, but he still looked as adorable as he usually did, even with cotton stuffed in his mouth.

"hey Pau. look who's here" Irene said as y/n sat down next to him. He looked up at her, his eyes brightening up at the sight of her.

He didn't say a thing though, just kept inspecting her, studying every feature of her.

"okay...I'm gonna leave now. mom and dad will be home soon" Irene said, giving her brother a weird look before leaving.

"drive safe!" y/n said, before hearing the door slam close.

She turned then to her boyfriend, who's face was now so much closer to hers.

"Pau, how are you feeling amor?" she asked, laughing slightly at the way he was looking at her.

“I’m not saying you’re cute… but you’re kind of cute.” he mumbled, his eyes trailing down from her eyes to her lips.

Her cheeks burned at his words, but she just shook her head, smiling to herself at his drunken-like state.

"well thank you, you're pretty cute too" she said, raising her hand to brush the hair from his forehead.

"will you marry me?" he blurted out, his eyes still fixated on her lips

She was taken back from his words, but smiled softly at his eyes that were full of affection.

"no Pau, not yet" she stiffled a laugh at the way his face dropped, and tears rushed into eyes.

"you don't think I'm pretty?" he whispered, his voice showing sadness and disappointment.

"i think you're a very handsome boy" she said, one of her hands resting on his chest while the other still brushed through his hair. "but we're still pretty young to get married don't you think?" she said, looking into his gorgeous green eyes.

He looked at her with that love struck look, his eyes going back to her lips.

"you look like y/n" he murmured, his eyes looking up into her eyes.

She chuckled, leaning back against the couch while still looking at him.

"you think so? who's y/n?" she asked, deciding to see what he'll reply.

At the mention of her name, his face lit up, his cute smile appearing once again as he dropped back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling.

"y/n is the love of my life. I love her so much. do you know that I have a picture of her in my wallet? but I don't tell her because she would make fun of me saying I'm so obsessed with her. Also do you know that I have a special album for her in my photos? I have so many pictures of her she doesn't even know about. once I filmed her while sleeping because she looked so cute in my shirt and with her hair messy" he rambled, his hands flying in the air as he did some exaggerated movements.

y/n smiled at his words, her heart melting at his sweet words. Pau wasn't one to speak about his feelings very often, he's more of a physical touch and quality time type of guy, and hearing him say those things about her made her realize how much she means to him.

"you really love her?" she asked, wanting to hear more about his feelings.

"yes!" he exclaimed, before continuing his rant. "she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She makes me feel so... i don't know, she makes wanna kick my feet in the air when she calls me cute. I can't believe she's my girlfriend"

y/n pouted at his words, her heart skipping a beat at his honestly.

She leaned closer to him, her body shifting closer to his. He looked down at her, his face lighting up once again.

"amor? you're here?" he said, his smile wide as ever.

"yes baby I'm here" she said, chuckling as she leaned over to kiss his swollen cheek softly. He winced a bit, making her pull away quickly.

"you okay?" she asked, her hand resting gently on his shoulder.

"yes...I think I need to go to the bathroom" he said, immediately getting up and rushing to the hallway.

y/n waited for him to come back, not wanting to invade his privacy. With in two minutes, he was back in the room. His body swaying slightly as he walked closer to her, and suddenly he dropped into her arms, his hands quickly wrapping around her waist.

“I swear, I tripped and fell into your arms. Pure accident.” he giggled, the sound making y/n smile even wider.

She looked down at him, her lips pressing a feather like kiss on his forehead.

"I'm sure it was an accident" she teased, watching how his ears turned red.

"mhm it totally was" he murmured into her neck, before pressing a few kisses there.

They sat in silence for a while, Pau resting comfortably in her arms as she scratches his scalp gently

"can you give me a kiss?" he looked up at her, his big doe green eyes waiting for a response.

"are you sure? you totally winced when I kissed your cheek earlier" she said, a hint of joking in her voice. Pau frowned as he looked at her, sitting up straight.

"I didn't?" he said, confused.

She realized that Pau was kind of getting back to his consciousness, so she cupped his face in her hands, very gently careful not to hurt him.

"do you remember what you told me?" she asked, glancing down at his pouty lips.

"no? you just arrived I still didn't tell you anything?" his confused tone making her giggle slightly.

"yes baby. how are you feeling? does it hurt?" she asked, genuinely worried about him as she glanced at his slightly purple cheek.

"I'm fine. I've been through worse. but I think a kiss can make me better" he said teasingly, his eyes trailing down to her lips once again.

y/n rolled her eyes before leaning closer to press a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. He whined when she pulled away, his hands reaching down to her hips, pulling her closer.

"that's not a kiss mi amor, you know I hate when you give me those" his whiny voice making her chuckle

"the doctor told me not to give you kisses. apparently you were too stubborn during the surgery" she said, making Pau gasp dramatically.

"he's lying! I promise I was so calm and quiet. i didn't even move" he said, his voice almost desperate.

"are you sure?" she teased, brushing her nose against his. He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I promise"

"fine, maybe I can give you a kiss or two" she said. Pau grinned widely, waiting for her to finally kiss him. She leaned closer, pecking his lips a few times, which made him frown again

"amor" he whined

"Pau I can't give you more than that. Your mouth is all bloody and stuff" she cringed slightly, making him sigh but nod.

He dropped his head on her lap, his eyes closing briefly before he looked up at her.

"there's something you're not telling me isn't there?" he said, watching how wide her smile was.

"oh it's nothing. but why didn't you tell me you had a picture of me in your wallet?" she teased, making his eyes go wide as he covered his face with his hands.

"how did you know?" he asked, peaking through his fingers to look at her.

"you told me. when you were all drugged and stuff. and apparently I have some secret pictures in your phone? i need to see those too" she teased him further, making him groan

"shut up. or else I'll delete them" he warned, both of them knowing he wouldn't even think about doing that.

"oh sure you will" she said, making him chuckle before he revealed his face.

She smiled down at him, leaning down to press a few kisses across his face.

"I love you" she murmured, pressing one final kiss on the tip of his nose.

"te amo más amor" he mumbled, his eye lids heaving as the tiredness wore off. (i love you more love)

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DBH Headcanons: Getting Your Wisdom Teeth Removed

Connor, RK900, Markus, Simon, and Gavin x gn!reader

Some headcanons about what it would be like to be taken care of by some of the characters of Detroit: Become Human while recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed. Inspired by, well, getting my wisdom teeth removed.

[A/N]: I got my wisdom teeth out a while back and it honestly wasn't as bad as I'd heard from other people. My mouth tasted funny for a while, though.

Connor:

Chances are, you’ve already briefed him on your wisdom teeth procedure and everything that happens before and after

By the time the actual surgery rolls around, he’s downloaded every bit of information about pre-op and post-op

And he’s not going to hesitate to bother you remind you about everything

“Don’t forget to wear comfortable shoes and clothing.” “Y/N, you can’t have any food or water 8 hours before the surgery.” “Y/N, please refrain from strenuous exercise in the 24 hours before your surgery.”

When you come out of surgery loopy on anesthesia, he sits with you in recovery and tries to talk you through it (even though you don’t remember a lick of what either of you said)

I’d say he’s a mother hen post-op, but more like a worrywart type

He’d buy all kinds of liquid foods for you and is constantly asking about your pain levels

Gets a lot of weird looks in the supermarket while he’s checking out the soup aisle

“That’s not a domestic android I’ve ever seen…”

He’s definitely on top of your antibiotics schedule, and if you need it, pain meds

Makes sure you’re regularly irrigating the wounds if you need it 

If you’re ever worried or insecure about swelling and discomfort post-op, Connor is there to smother you in kisses

Nines:

As a deviant, he isn’t as much of a mother hen as Connor, probably because he’s more self-assured in his ability to take care of you as well as your ability to take care of yourself when you can

He wouldn’t hover as much as Connor but he’d definitely download information about the procedure before you go

Coming out of the operation, you knock out again for a bit in recovery and Nines insists on staying with you, covering you with his jacket and letting you rest your head on his shoulder

If Connor got weird looks while in the supermarket buying things for you and picking up your prescriptions, Nines sticks out like a sore thumb

Like he’s clearly not a domestic/service android so he confuses a lot of shoppers and employees as he browses the aisles and fills his basket with cans of soup, oats, and ice cream

“Why on earth is a police investigator android buying soup on a Friday morning?”

If you’re in pain, he’ll do everything to comfort you

Pain meds, ice cream, cuddles, your comfort movies and shows, anything for you

He doesn’t seem outwardly clingy or affectionate but he’s such a softy

Markus:

This obviously isn’t his first rodeo

If you’re scared going into the surgery, he’s with you all the way until the nurses put you to sleep

Cruises through post-op no matter what state you’re in due to the sedative

At home, he’s got you covered

No need to break out the cans of mush—he’s got you covered with homemade soups, the softest scrambled eggs you’ve ever had, soft pasta dishes, you name it

With Markus, you’ll never miss a dose of antibiotics

If you’re in pain, worry not

Markus has your pain meds, blankets, and infinite cuddles

He’ll have your favorite flavors of ice cream on hand

Straight out of the tub if you feel so inclined

Simon:

He might not be a caregiver like Markus but he was once a domestic and childcare android

Calms your nerves going into the operation and when you’re all woozy post-op he’s right by your side

Coming out of the operation, it doesn’t matter if you look like if Alvin the Chipmunk got into a fistfight and lost—Simon’s there to shower you in kisses and envelop you in hugs

Like Markus, you’ll never have to worry about the liquid and soft food diet

If the pain’s too much, Simon will be your arms and legs for the time being

He’s a wizard with chores and errands

It’s like you never even got your wisdom teeth out

Gavin:

Would totally take off work to help you recover

Which, given how competitive he is at work, would probably seem like an anomaly to his coworkers

“I’ve never seen Reed take off for more than a day or two at a time. Shit, he’d come into work sick so long as he wasn’t actively dying,” Says Tina

“I’ve had to wrangle that fucker into his car more times than I can count to prevent him from coming into work injured,” Grumbles Fowler

“Hopefully he’ll take this time to rest as well as take care of someone else.”

Would record the stuff you say coming out of sedative in post-op for the memories (and for you both to laugh at when you recover)

I don’t see him being as great of a cook as Markus or Simon, but he’s definitely able to cook to support himself and you

Of course, he’d get you all the ice cream you want

He knows what it feels like to be in pain and cranky so he does everything he can to either comfort you or give you space to get through it

If you wanted it, he’d cuddle with you while you spend the day reading or watching your comfort shows and sipping on smoothies (no straws allowed, of course)

To anyone getting their wisdom teeth out soon, good luck! To anyone recovering from the surgery, feel better soon! Hope you enjoyed reading this silly little compilation of HCs! See you next time x

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When he Breaks

Modern Aemond X (ex GF) reader

Word Count: 3,098

Note* This was written for @targaryen-dynasty's 3K celebration! (Congratulations my love you deserve it all!)

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Warnings:Toxic relationship dynamics, alcohol use, swearing, smut (fingering female receiving)

Four months should have been enough time. Should have been enough time to completely move on from the two-year whirlwind that was your relationship with the ever-elusive Aemond Targaryen.

Your relationship with Aemond Targaryen was difficult to put it mildly. You had tried. Really tried to make it work, but like with most things, there comes a time when things have simply run their course.

Aemond could be sweet, yet mostly, he was cold, closed off, and angry.

Aemond does not simply feel angry. He embodies anger. With each step he takes, he carries it around with him, like a festering wound he refuses to treat lest he forget the injustices he has suffered.

The smallest things could set him off, a harmless joke from his brother or his nephew simply breathing the same air.

the issue between him and his nephew, Luke, was simple enough to understand. You always thought it so tragic how an unfortunate childhood accident could tear a family apart at the seams. The accident had left Aemond blind in one eye, and as far as Aemond saw it, no one had ever paid for it. No one ever suffered for it, no one but Aemond that is.

His hate and anger ruled his life. It seeped into every facet of his being. Even being his girlfriend was not a shield from his rage.

This anger would come to a head when he ruined his father's birthday celebration, potentially the last one his sick ailing father would have. When he stood up and gave a toast insulting his nephews and calling his sister a whore, albeit using a roundabout way to say it. The ensuing physical altercation between Aemond and his other nephew, Jace, had been the final straw for you. No more would you live with this angry man. This powder keg that is just waiting to explode, this dragon grinding his jaw and salivating at any chance to tear apart those he saw as his enemies.

So, when you showed up for Helaena's birthday, a house party, Aegon is throwing. You were concerned about seeing Aemond for the first time since your split. You were over him. At least that's what you told yourself, and you believed it.

Until you walked in to see him, sitting on the sofa, cigarette in hand, smile on his face, and an arm around Floris' shoulders.

Floris Baratheon, a sweet little thing. Not a cruel bone in her body. The absolute visceral response you had to the scene was unexpected, yet you made sure to control your facial expression. You could not let him see you vulnerable or weak.

Yes, you were done with Aemond. You no longer wanted Aemond, but you did not approve of him to move on. To have someone else.

As you watch him sitting with Floris from across the crowded room of Aegon's flat, you feel your anger bubbling up. Four months, and he was already flirting about with a simpleton like Floris Baratheon? Had you meant so little to him?

You jump slightly as Helaena sneaks up next to you as you lean against the breakfast bar, drink in hand.

Helaena has always had this uncanny ability to seemingly pop up out of nowhere, with words of wisdom or nonsense. It truly was luck of the draw.

"There is no need to fight for what you don't want, just because someone else may want it." She muses thoughtfully.

"I'm not fighting for anything," you snap back. "She wants to deal with all of that. She's welcome to him."

"Hmmm," the light hum of Helaena's voice, usually a soothing sound, grates on your nerves.

"The two of you are more alike than either of you realize."

Your head instantly whips to the side, your eyes narrowed. "We are nothing alike," you hiss through gritted teeth.

Helaena simply hums in response before grabbing herself a wine cooler off the counter. "I hope you find some way to enjoy the evening."

"Hey," you call out behind her as she starts to walk away.

She turns and looks at you, with nothing but softness in her lavender eyes.

"Happy Birthday" You give her a weak smile.

"It will be entertaining, at least," she says dreamily before gliding off to welcome more of her friends who had just arrived.

With Helaena's final words lingering in your head, you knock back the drink in your hand and place the empty cup back on the counter.

Revenge is Aemond's favorite pastime. An obsession you have berated him for time and time again, yet here you stand, watching his faux gentleness that he seems intent on displaying for the fawn of a girl that sits beside him and all you can feel is the hunger inside you, willing you to take a bite out of him, sating that need for revenge of your own.

Aemond looks over at you briefly before his eye flickers back to Floris, carrying on their quiet conversation, which, from what you could gather, looked more like Floris speaking incessantly and Aemond, with his false patience, listening intently, or at least pretending to.

"What are ya drinking ya tart!" Aegon slurs as he leans over the counter, mixing himself another drink.

"Had a whiskey, looking for something else, though." You let your words trail off as your eyes search the countertop.

When you finally find the bowl of cherries, you turn to Aegon and bat your lashes. "Make me a tart cherry? You were always the best at making them. " You offer him a sweet smile as you lean over the counter. The short black dress you have on hardly concealing your rear.

"Ahh! A tart for a tart!" Aegon chuckles as he starts to make the drink, spilling liqueur all about the countertop.

You roll your eyes, careful not to let Aegon see. He's an idiot, but tonight, you will make him a useful idiot because leading Aegon is as simple as being kind for a fleeting moment.

"I may just be a tart tonight," you chuckle suggestively, taking the drink from Aegon's hand, slowly sipping at the contents. You can question a lot of things about Aegon. Pretty much everything about Aegon. But not his ability to make a strong drink.

"Let's sit. Catch up. We haven't spoken in quite some time. " You take Aegon by the hand and drag him to the sofa situated directly across from Aemond and Floris before Aegon has any chance to object.

"Right! OK then!" Aegon plops down on the sofa, his drink sloshing over the sides of his cup.

You slowly lower yourself down beside him, careful to make sure your dress rides up your thigh just enough so that the thickest part of your thigh is exposed to both Aegon and Aemond's lecherous glares.

"So Aegon," you place your hand on his thigh, gently running your hand up and down in a soothing motion. "How have you been?"

Aegon doesn't even respond before you feel the burn of Aemond's steely eye burrowing into the side of your face.

Aegon looks down at your hand on his thigh briefly before a lazy smile spreads across his face. "Good, grand actually," he answers as he scoots closer to you.

This is going to be easier than you thought. You could always count on Aegon and his never-quenched thirst for physical affection.

When Aegon lowers his voice to a seductive growl as he explains what he has been up to since the last time you spoke, you tune him out.

Your main concern was your body movements, now that you know Aemond's eye is on you. He is a complex man yet, still just a man.

You cross one leg over the other, your short dress riding up just a tad bit higher. You work hard to conceal the grin that fights to spread across your face as you can hear Aemond across from you uncomfortably shifting in his seat.

"Hmmm," you feign interest as Aegon goes on about passing all of his classes at uni this semester. Something he is most proud of given the unlikelihood of such a feat.

You pluck one of the cherries floating around your drink and slide it slowly past your lips and suck on it. You have yet to spare Aemond a single glance but are fully aware that his eye hasn't left you since you sat down.

"You ummm really like that cherry?" Aegon asks with a mixture of amusement and lust.

"I do," you answer, your voice soft and slow.

"Are you gonna ummm... eat it? Or just uhhh suck on it?" Aegon shifts even closer with this question, leaving almost no space between you.

"It's so sweet.... and a bit tart.... I want to enjoy it fully before I toss it away" You pull the cherry part way from your mouth, circling the small fruit with your tongue before biting through it with your front teeth, the juices dripping down your lip to your chin.

"Fuuuuck," Aegon whispers, his eyes trained on the trail of cherry juice as it reaches your chin.

"Whoops" You collect the juice around your mouth with your fingertip before popping it in your mouth and sucking the juice off.

You can hear Floris babbling about something and find joy in the fact that Aemond has seemed to have stopped responding to her.

Aegon brings his hand to your thigh, squeezing at the flesh there.

"Wanna go outside? Smoke a fag? Just... you and me?"

You go to respond but are cut off by Aemond, who is suddenly choking on his drink loudly.

You finally look over at him, his purple eye a ring of fire. There's all that rage, all that anger, what had driven you away seemed so pretty now.

"Are you alright?" You ask with a tone that's smooth like butter.

Aegon laughs loudly. "Seems my brother has chosen a drink that is too strong for him. This is something he does often. Here Aemond, give me your drink. " Aegon holds his hand out to Aemond. "I will drink it; I am typically able to handle the things thar are too tough for you." Aegon's eyes flit to you on his last word, and you smile at him.

"Is that so? That's a good thing to know." You stand up slowly, placing your nearly empty cup down on the coffee table. "I'm going to run to the rest room and then I'll meet you outside for that fag."

"Smashing" Aegon rises from his seat as you turn your back and walk off toward the restroom, each step calculated to make sure you sway your hips just the way you know Aemond likes it.

When you're done in the bathroom, you open the door to make your way outside, but instead of the empty hallway you expected, Aemond is leaning in the doorway. His shoulder pressed against the wood frame, his blonde bangs covering his bad eye.

"Having a laugh, are ya?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"A laugh?" You feign complete ignorance. "Sure, I've had a laugh or two. It's been a lovely evening. " You flash him a sweet smile and then move to the side, attempting to walk around him.

"A lovely evening?" He places his hand on your chest, pushing you backward into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"A lovely evening of flirting with my whore of a brother?" His voice is calm, not at all in sync with the tension of his shoulders as he towers over you.

"Well, that is an unkind thing to say. I was merely catching up with a friend." You push his arm from your chest, a movement with which he does not fight. "Who is currently waiting on me outside, so if you don't mind ..."

You again move to walk around him.

"I do, in fact, mind. Do you think this is a game? To tease me all night while using my idiot brother as a pawn?" He snarls, bringing his hands to your waist, his digits clenching around you.

"I have not teased you," you smirk at him. "If you would like me to tease you.  ..." You stand on your tippy toes, bringing your lips to the shell of his ear. "I can certainly do that."

You watch with fascination as his skin prickles and his grip around your waist tightens. "Do not"

You smile knowing you have him now, that cold stoic man that is Aemond Targaryen is putty in your hands, and it hardly took any work at all.

You bring your lips to the softness of his neck, just close enough so that your warm breath skates across his skin. "Do not? Oh, Aemond, you sound so serious when you say it like that."

His breath hitches as you chuckle, your hands sliding under his shirt, your fingertips dancing across his toned stomach.

"You're playing a dangerous game, love," he hisses, his grip on your sides growing tighter, creating a pleasant ache.

"My favorite type of game." You run the tip of your nose up the side of his neck while your hands find purchase on the buttons of his expensive button-down shirt.

"Did I make you angry, my darling?" You ask, a teasing lilt to your tone as you slowly pop out button after button.

A sound comes from his chest, a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle, a sound that is completely Aemond. "And why should I be angry? Hmm?"

As you pop out the final button on his shirt, his hand slides into the base of your hair, gripping tight and pulling your head back. "A whore will do as a whore will do, there is nothing to be gained by being angry about it."

"A whore? Is that how you think of me now? A few simple months is all it took for your blood to turn to bile in my presence as well?"

You don't fight his grip. In fact, you crave it. He pushes you up against the sink vanity, lifting you up by your thigh, his other hand never leaving your hair.

"You left me, you betrayed me, like they all do," he nips along your jawline while grinding his hardness up against your heat.

"I left. I did not betray" you argue between pants. The friction of Aemond's movements against your heat, building a pressure in your lower stomach, a fire that gets slightly bigger with each rut.

"Same thing," he reaches under your dress, running his fingers over the damp cloth that is the only thing keeping his fingers from your heated flesh. "You don't want me, but you melt in my hands, like a dirty little whore."

A smile crosses your face, and you close your eyes as he slips his fingers underneath the flimsy cloth of your thong. Circling your nub with quick aggressive strokes.

"So quiet now? Where is that girl I know with the big mouth, hmm?"

You moan loudly as he slips two fingers into your slick entrance.

"Ahhh, there she is," Aemond begins rutting his fingers into you at a quick and brutal pace.

You try to lower your head back down. The need to feel his lips on yours feels like a burning ache.

"Oh no. You don't get to kiss me. No." He brings his thumb to your engorged clit while his fingers continue their relentless pace.

"Whores don't kiss me. They cum on my fingers, when I say so." He growls as he nibbles down the side of your throat, his hand not slowing its pace.

The heat that has been building in your stomach becomes all consuming, your legs involuntarily stretch further apart, and your mouth hangs open wide. "Aemond, Aemond," you pant, each stroke of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to that blissful edge.

"Begging for me again, what a beautiful sound. Cum for me little slut. Cum for me now." He nips on your ear and pushes his thumb down on your clit while continuing to rub his small, rough circles.

Your eyes remain on the bathroom ceiling as the mix of pleasure, heat, and even a little pain continue to rise rapidly with each of Aemond's movements.

"That's fuck... that's it" you dig your fingernails into the skin of his back as you are hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure, numbness temporarily traveling from your toes and up your legs as if the only feeling your body was capable of registering at this time was this feeling.

He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean, his one eye watching you intently as you finish riding out your high.

Without a word, he begins to button his shirt back up.

"So that's it then?" You ask frustrated at his cool and cold demeanor.

"Well, Floris is back on the sofa waiting for me and Aegon is waiting on you for that fag which...." he looks you up and down, a smug smile creeping onto his face " I assume you really do need now...."

The feeling of pleasure that had been swirling around your body is instantly replaced with a red-hot rage. "So, you return to Floris, and I return to Aegon?" You hop down from the vanity hastily fixing your clothes and patting down your hair.

You push past him, wrenching the bathroom door open to see Aegon in the hallway.

"Oh, sod off!" Aegon huffs in annoyance. "I knew you were using me to make him jealous. I just hoped he wouldn't go all Aemond on you before I actually got something out of it." He starts to stumble back down the hallway.

"Aegon, wait!" You begin to chase after him when Aemond grips your shoulder.

"Looks like your plans have fallen through."

You quickly shift out of his grasp. "Easy enough to make new plans."

"Go outside. Have your fag and I'll be there in 10 minutes" he says calmly walking past you back toward the living room.

"What?" You call out to his retreating form.

"I have to at least let Floris know I'm leaving. It's the polite thing to do after all."

"Leaving?" You ask incredulously.

Aemond sighs, turning back to look at you. "Yes, leaving. There is a heavier punishment you must suffer for your betrayal.... and I can't very well inflict that upon you in a fucking bathroom."

He turns away from you again, walking quickly. "Ten minutes, love. Give me ten minutes"

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Delirious

Lip Gallagher x reader fluff

Warning: A very soft and cuddly Lip Gallagher

(Thank you to @theitgirlnetwork for checking my work before I posted it 😅)

Enjoy!

You immediately shot up from the Gallagher’s couch when you heard the door click open and sighed with relief. They were finally home.

After a lot of annoying jabs from his siblings (some pleading from you), and the convenient dental insurance that his new job came with, Lip had finally decided to get his wisdom teeth out, and thank god too. He would never admit it, but it was starting to hurt like a bitch. It was just going to be a simple routine surgery, you knew he would be fine, but that still didn’t stop you from fidgeting and worrying all day. you had wanted to tag along but had been immediately turned down by Ian and Mickey who were picking him up from the dentist’s office, (Mickey would never miss an opportunity to see his brother-in-law hopped up on drugs and making an ass out of himself) they knew you would get upset and work yourself up. No matter how little of a dosage he would be on

Lip hadn’t wanted you to see him like that, so reluctantly, you stayed home.

“Alright, come on.” You walked over to help Ian who currently had Lip’s arm slung over his shoulder, struggling to get him inside. Mickey was following behind, phone in his hand recording with a smirk on his face.

“Hey, thanks for the help asshole” He glared at his boyfriend as he pulled his limp brother along.

“No problem.” Mickey smiled as he made a beeline for the kitchen.

“Is he okay?” you asked Ian as you gently pushed some of Lip’s curls back. He instantly melted into your touch as his eyes glazed over. He then reached over to grab your wrist and squeezed it affectionately. Well… that’s new. You thought as you squeezed back. It’s not that Lip wasn’t much for physical touch, in fact, once you started dating, he realized he preferred it, always choosing gentle kisses and soft touches (among other things) as his way of saying “I love you”, but public affection? Usually just a simple pull of your belt loop, or grazing of one anothers fingers would be the most on display.

Ian sighed as he wiped his forehead, “Yeah, he’s alright, just kinda’ out of it, the doctor said it should wear off in a bit, he should probably take his pills though.’’ You go to follow in pursuit, when a hand pulls you back down.

“Lip? You okay?” He responds by taking a piece of your hair and analyzing it with precision.

“I’ve seen you b’fore”

You giggle as you reach up to stroke his swollen cheeks, you decide, why not? Might as well take advantage of the situation before his stubborn pride comes back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah… you been around” he analyzes you once more, “You’re hot”

You can’t help but grin at his comment, although dumb, has you blushing like a schoolgirl. “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself”. Ian entered the room with a glass of water and pills in his hand.

“Ian!” Lip whispers with no attempt at being quiet, “ook at er! She’s so hot! Isn’t she so hot?”

“Mhm, come on, you need to take this”

“She is so pretty!” Lip turns to you and boops your nose, “you’re ‘ust a pretty, pretty little lady-”

You lean in to cup his cheek and whisper. “Hey.. do you want to know something crazy?”

Lip, now absentmindedly playing with your fingers, whispers back to match your volume, “Yeah?”

“I’m your girlfriend”

“No!”

“Uh huh”

“I ont believe you”

“Would you like me to prove it to you?” Before you wait for an answer, you gently grab his chin, as he had done for you thousands of times, and place a long, sweet kiss on his lips. When you look back, he looks as though he could melt right there, in your hands. Usually you were the one that got flustered and awe-struck by Lip and his flirting, it was fun to be on the receiving end”

“You guys done?” Ian asked sardonically as he still stood in front of you, pills in hand.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ Phillip, you’re such a pussy-wipped little bitch”

“Shut up Mickey”

Well, this would be a fun couple of hours.

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wisdom teeth // oscar piastri (headcanons)

summary: oscar's girlfriend gets her wisdom teeth out

pairing: oscar piastri x female! reader

warnings: mentions of surgery, wisdom teeth, anesthesia....you know, just dental surgery related things

author's note: i lost the picture i normally use for my headcanon dividers and its pissing me off because i can't be bothered to go to an old set and save it again....maybe its time to rebrand slightly.

he’s such a lover boy!! so attentive for the whole day and recovery period

drives her to the appointment in their Kia suv, something far more sensible than Oscar’s McLaren is, with the sole purpose of making sure she’s comfortable on the way home

he doesn’t leave the surgery once during the procedure. even though they’re told that it will be at least three hours to remove all four teeth, he simply takes a book out of his backpack and camps out in the waiting room

holding her hand while they wait for the anaesthesia to take effect, and kissing her on the forehead before he leaves the operating theatre

he wanted to say but the surgeon said ✨ not on your life✨

so there he is, reading mark webbers autobiography in the waiting room

when she comes out of surgery, she’s not delirious like he had feared

just fucking tired

“hey sweet girl, lean on me. let’s get you to the car. how about we stop for milkshakes on the way home?”

shes bundled up in blankets, groggy as she pushes the seat back, indie rock on the radio and oscar's hand reassuringly rubbing her thigh

shes asleep by the time he gets to the mcdonalds drive through

he has to carry her inside, securely tucking her into their bed and leaving the milkshake on the nightstand

watching tv in the other room at a low volume so he can hear if she wakes up or if she needs anything

helps her shower to wash off the hospital smell, holding her tightly and whispering how proud he is and how good she is

stroking her hair as they eat soup together while watching something mindless on netflix before she falls asleep in his arms halfway through an episode of monk

makes sure she takes all her painkillers on time, drinking lots of water

waits on her hand and foot, even days later when she’s almost fully recovered

“babe, I’m going for a girls night!”

“like hell you are. are you sure you’re well enough? the surgeon said it could take a week. your stitches still need to dissolve.”

“Oscar, it’s just a few mocktails and manicures.”

“fine. but don’t overdo it. no vodka, no sharp foods and no boxing classes at least until Monday.”

“okay, dad.”

but she’s smiling as she says it

Oscar just wants to take care of his pretty girl, and make sure she has everything she needs to get better

[freakyformula]

Knight in shining armor

Summary: Readers car breaks down on the road and her friend Max picks her up.

Writers comment: Sorry for the inactivity, I had one of my wisdom teeth pulled and developed dry socket lol rip

Warnings: Some fluff

Word count: 2k

You had spent the last week away for a holiday with your family. You lived in Monaco while your family still resided in your home country. You had barely graduated college when you decided to work abroad. Living away from your family was tough, but the week after you moved in, as you walked home, you stopped by the harbour and that's where you met him. Max Verstappen. He was handsome and had the finest smile you'd ever seen. Stating that you fell for him then and there would be an overstatement but you felt something in your heart.

You thought you recognised his face but couldn't place him. When he laid his eyes on you, on the other hand, he stopped in his tracks and studied you for a moment. Then, he walked up to you and introduced himself. And the rest was history, you instantly hit it off as friends. Max was special, you two had something that you hadn't ever felt with anyone else. When he was home from his busy job in Formula 1, you would often spend time together, even sleeping at each other's apartments, although not in the same bed. You lived in the same district as him, Fontveille, only a couple of buildings apart.

"Yeah, yeah, Max! I'll be at your place in about an hour." You laugh as you hear Max's worried voice on the other end of the phone.

"Please drive carefully." He pleads.

He'd insisted on picking you up from the airport or ordering an Uber but you politely declined.

As you grab your bags, you walk straight to the car rental. You glanced at the cars available and decided on a small black Audi. You had to admit that you were tired. The long flight had taken its toll, and you started to regret insisting on driving home but you felt like you had to prove to Max that you could take care of yourself.

You pay for the car and drag your heavy bags out. Getting them into the small car was a task itself but you managed, somehow. As you started your 20-minute drive you felt the fatigue in your body. When you made it onto the highway you felt relieved, because you were one step closer to home and Max.

You'd barely made it halfway when the car started to lose power, leaving you stranded at the edge of the highly trafficked highway. "Fuck… What do I do.." You panicked, you didn't have any numbers saved and didn't know French that well yet so calling for a tow was out of the question. You didn't really care about the car at this point, but rather about how you were supposed to make it home safely. You had to think for a few minutes, listing your options in your head. Then, as if by a miracle, the phone called. Max. Shit, what was she going to say, that she was a damsel in distress and she was stuck on the highway?

"Hi, Max." You said.

"Hi lieverd, are you home soon? I was getting worried."

"Ummm, so, I'm kinda stuck on the highway… The damn car broke down. But I'm figuring it out, I promise!" You blurt the last part out. Silence. You waited for a reply for what felt like a minute. You hear the sound of keys clinging. "I'm on my way. Y/N, please for the love of god, stay in the car and turn your location on." Max quickly and shortly replies before he hangs up.

"I…" You start before you realise that he ended the call. You did as he'd told you and looked around. The cars drove past at such fast and close proximity.

This was Max in a nutshell, always there, having all of the solutions to the world's problems up his sleeve. You felt so pathetic at the fact that you couldn't even make your way home by yourself.

15 minutes later, you see a car that you quickly identify as Max's car speed by on the other side of the highway. He quickly makes his way to your lane and parks his car behind yours.

He walks up to your broken-down car, minding the traffic. "Need a ride?" He teases.

"Shut up!" You step out, giving his side a nudge. You open the trunk where the bags were, and Max drags them to his car, placing them in the back with care.

You lock the Audi and step into Max's luxurious and grand Aston Martin. It smells like him.

"Ready to go?" Max asks and grabs the wheel.

You take his hand into yours and stare into his eyes as he turns to look at you in confusion.

"Thank you, for this." You thank him, making him huff.

"Of course Y/N, I told you I should have picked you up. I want to spend all the time I can with you before the next race weekend." You smile at him and you start the drive to Monaco and Fontveille. The whole way home, he held your hand tightly, as if he was scared to lose you. The gesture made your heart even warmer than it already was.

Max parks neatly and effortlessly in his parking house and carries your bags out, insisting on handling them. You walk behind him like a puppy, letting him lead you to his apartment.

As you walk in, you instantly toss your shoes and crash on his sofa, with him following, laying down beside you.

"Wanna order some food?" You whisper, looking at him.

"Someone's hungry, I see. What do you want, princess?"

"Something really unhealthy, preferably. Pizza, maybe?"

And with that, you ordered your food with Max, playfully arguing whether pineapple was acceptable to put on pizza.

"Do you want to do something in particular tonight, schat?"

"Anything that includes you sounds good to me." You smile at him.

"Does snuggles sound good to you? You look tired." Max says.

You nod as an answer, as you switch on the TV, leaving on the random rom-com in the background. You grab a blanket that was left on the sofa and lie down with your head in Max's lap. You both sigh contently. He slowly rubs your head, giving you a relaxing head massage.

You loved his attention to your needs, he had always treated you with respect under this last year that you'd known each other. Max was always extremely clingy with you, holding your hand, and reminding you how much he likes spending time with you. You didn't think anything of it at the time but lately you started noticing how caring he actually was. He wasn't like this with anyone else of the girls from your mutual friend group either.

As you were thinking about the signs Max gave you, he must have noticed how distant you were because he took your hand and gave it a squeeze.

"You okay?" He asks with concern in his voice.

"Yes, I am, Max." You chuckled and gave him a squeeze back.

"How was your holiday? Tell me everything." Max asks of you.

As you tell him all of the gossip and details he starts to rub your hands, creeping up your arms. And then, he pulls you into his arms, leaving a quick kiss on the top of your head.

You pulled away. You weren't against the affection, but you needed some clarity. Max was like a closed book when it came to his feelings and emotions, rarely talking about what he felt, regardless of whether it was positive or negative.

You quickly gather your thoughts and Max seems to do the same.

"W-what are we doing?" You ask him.

He looks you in the eyes and cups your cheeks, unable to keep his hands off you. You didn't protest, vice versa, you leaned into his touch. This was new but it felt right.

He sighed. "What I'm going to tell you is something I've been waiting to say for the last year or so. I should have told you sooner but I was scared you would reject me. Y/N, I really really like you… More than as a friend, and I've been trying to ignore my feelings for you but I'm simply unable to keep this to myself any longer."

You were speechless, you had your suspicions but it still came as a surprise.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way about me, but I couldn't keep it in." He continues.

"Max…" You break the eye contact. "I like you too, I mean… A lot."

Max eyes warm up with joy, and he gives you the warmest smile you'd ever seen. His smile reached all the way up to his eyes, and you thought it was the most adorable thing you'd ever seen.

You wake up in a bed. The sheets smell fresh, like citrus, and Max's cologne. You turn around, rubbing your eyes, but find no one on the other side of the bed. You find your way downstairs, to the living room and kitchen. Max is standing at the stove with his back turned to you. What is he possibly doing, you think. It's common knowledge that Max sucks at cooking.

You sit down at the kitchen island, getting lost in his beauty. It's quiet, the only exception being Max's swear words as he manages to burn himself and whatever is in the pan. After a while, he breaks the silence, "You know, Y/N, it's not polite to stare." He says as he turns around to face you.

You were embarrassed and sat there stuttering, not quite knowing what to say. "I-I-I swear I wasn't!"

Max laughs, "Uh huh..." And scoops two eggs onto each plate. One for you and one for himself. "Thank you, Max, this is too much..." You say, still blushing. He walks around the island and takes a seat next to you, giving your temple a light kiss while holding his arm around you.

"No, Y/N. This is barely enough." He smiles.

"So... What happened last night?" You ask. You really didn't remember, you must've dozed off.

"We talked about your holiday, and what happened last night, you know, you ending up on the road, and you fell asleep. I carried you to my bed, and I slept on the sofa. Nothing happened, by the way." He clarifies, holding his hands up. You look at him, and you can't make out if you were shocked or happy, or something else. One thing you knew for sure though, you were thankful for him. As he gets up again to get some juice and bread, you walk up to him, not saying anything. "Y/N, what's wrong?" He asks, worried.

You're lost in his eyes, and stand there like a fool. Just studying his beautiful stance. You had no idea what got into you, but you fall into his arms, holding him tightly, not letting go.

Max laughs nervously, "What are you doing?" While hugging you back, or rather squeezing you. You were unable to even breathe while he was holding you. You stay like that for what feels like forever, both of you fusing together, not being able to let go, not wanting to let go.

When you finally part, you're both out of breath from holding each other so hard. "Shall we?" Max asks, pointing to the eggs. As you eat, you don't say anything, neither does Max. You're processing what just happened and Max seems to do the same. You didn't regret hugging him, on the contrary, you were happy with yourself.

"I think I love you, Y/N." Max admits while washing the two plates, not daring to look at you.

Hearing the words, you freeze. You know exactly what to say, but the words don't come out. Max finally turns around to face you, and you're sat with the blankest of expressions, further worrying him. "Y/N?" He walks up to you.

"I... I think I love you too?" You ask yourself, already knowing the answer. You did love him, there was no question. You'd always loved him.

Upon hearing your words, Max lets out a sigh of relief, while walking up to you, and embracing you.

"Thank fuck." He sighs. You can feel him almost trembling, or rather vibrating from nervousness. His grip on you tightens, pulling you closer, before he lets you out of his grip. "Let me rephrase that, I don't think I love you, I love you."

[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: I realized I've been spelling Antinous name halfway wrong, but sorry for the typos I'm too lazy to check)

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Once the announcement is finished, (Y/N) continues her lessons with Penelope, while Telemachus attends to his royal duties.

Throughout the day, Telemachus can't shake the image of Antinous eyeing (Y/N). It only serves to fuel his protectiveness and jealousy. He knows he can't be around her every waking moment, and the thought of Antinous or any other suitor trying to make a move on her angers him greatly.

With that in his mind, he didn't even notice Athena's attack, his spear clanking onto the grass.

"You've been distracted this whole time, you know your enemies will take advantage of it." Athena points out, stabbing her spear onto the ground.

"I know, I know! It's just that...ugh!" Telemachus sits down by a tree, his hand rubbing onto his face.

"It's just my Beloved...with those bastards leering eyes" Telemachus seethed, clenching his teeth

"What of it?" Athena asked, sitting next to him.

“Athena, how can I bear this? Antinous, that arrogant wretch, dares to leer at my (Y/N) in my own home! He mocks me with his lustful gaze. Must I watch in silence, or will you guide me to defend her honor?” Telemachus asked in distress, running a hand through his hair as Athena looks at him with a frown.

“Telemachus, trust in the heart of your betrothed. No man’s gaze can sway what is true and steadfast. You see only his actions, but her love for you is stronger than any temptation. Trust in her wisdom, in her strength, and in the bond you share. A heart unshaken by foolishness is more powerful than any leer or insult. Do not doubt her, for your trust will keep both of you steadfast through this trial.” Athena advises, sitting next to him.

"Besides, I have a sneaking suspicion this (Y/N) of yours is unwilling to let go of you."

Meanwhile, (Y/N) spends the day with Penelope, learning the skills and knowledge a queen-to-be should possess. Penelope takes the young woman under her wing, teaching her everything from diplomacy to cooking to the ins and outs of managing a royal household.

"My, there's so much to learn" (Y/N) marvels, looking at the books in awe.

Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N)'s enthusiasm, pleased by her eagerness to learn. "There is indeed a lot to learn." she agrees. "Being a queen isn't just about wearing pretty dresses and hosting parties, you know. It requires wisdom, grace, and a great deal of responsibility."

"Yes, understood" (Y/N) nodded, willing to learn from Penelope.

Penelope nods approvingly at (Y/N) quick understanding. She appreciates how the young woman is taking her future role seriously. "Good," she says, opening one of the books before them. "Now, let's move on to the next topic...diplomacy."

Without even noticing the time, Penelope and (Y/N) were in the midst of discussing the art of diplomatic etiquette when they heard the urgent footsteps outside. Telemachus appeared in the doorway, slightly winded from running but his expression filled with worry.

"Oh, is it over already?" (Y/N) murmurs, covering her lips.

Penelope looks at Telemachus with concern, immediately reading his expression. "Yes, we're just wrapping up the lesson, Telemachus. What's the matter?"

Telemachus closes the distance between himself and his mother. His eyes dart to Egeria, his protective instincts surfacing at the mere sight of her. "I need to speak with you, Mother. Alone."

Penelope glances at Telemachus's concerned expression, then looks at (Y/N). She gives her a reassuring smile before turning back to Telemachus. "Of course, my son. (Y/N), would you excuse us for a moment, please?"

"I'll just be outside" (Y/N) stands up, placing down the scroll, before closing the door behind her.

(Y/N) walks by the side of the Hall, waiting, rubbing her eye from a whole day of studying, once she opens her eyes, she sees Antinous infront of her with a scheming smile.

"Lady (Y/N), permit me to introduce myself properly—I am Antinous, son of Eupeithes, a humble servant of Ithaca’s future." Antinous introduces himself, as (Y/N)'s wide eyes calms down, frowning at him.

"So, I've heard" (Y/N) coldly answers, turning her gaze away from him.

Antinous’s smile faltered as (Y/N) ignored him completely, her attention fixed elsewhere. His brow furrowed slightly, irritation flashing in his eyes. He stepped closer, his voice smooth but cutting. "I see you're too busy to notice a man offering his company, my lady"

"The only man I wish the company of is from My Beloved." (Y/N) answered blankly, barely sparing him a glance.

Antinous’s expression darkened, but he masked it with a chuckle. "Ah, so loyal, my lady. But loyalty can be a heavy burden when the one you wait for is already here, in Ithaca, yet too blind to see what’s right in front of him." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "You speak of your beloved, but tell me—does he truly see you, or is he too busy with matters that don’t concern him?"

He paused, letting the question hang in the air, watching her for any sign of doubt. "You deserve more than empty promises."

"The Prince is just a boy—chasing rumors, wandering, lost in the shadow of his father. But I? I stand here, in the heart of Ithaca, a man who knows what he wants and how to take it. I offer power, security, and a future built on strength, not promises."

"I can offer you pleasure beyond what Telemachus could ever provide— pleasures that you’ve never even dreamed of." His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of confidence and arrogance. "He’s young, inexperienced. He may love you, but he can’t give you what a man like me can. I know what a woman needs, and I can fulfill it in ways you won’t soon forget."

He took another step closer, his gaze intent. "Telemachus may be your choice, but remember, I offer you a life of indulgence— pleasure, power, and everything else that comes with it. I am the man who can make you feel alive."

(Y/N) looks at him blankly, before smirking at him.

"Pleasure beyond this world, you say?" (Y/N) repeated in thought. "Alright then, But, you must do a small favor for me, before we start"

"A favor?" he echoed, his tone dripping with curiosity. "I’m intrigued. You have my full attention, my lady. Name it, and I’ll be more than willing to oblige. After all, I am a man who knows how to make all your desires come true."

(Y/N) pointed at the corner of the Hall, where he could still see her. "Could you stand in wait on that corner, so you could see The Prince's heartbreak?"

Antinous's brow furrowed slightly, his smirk faltering as he glanced at the corner she pointed to. His voice dropped, a hint of amusement lacing his words. "Ah, so it’s not pleasure you seek, but a spectacle. You want me to stand and watch, while you toy with the prince’s heart?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head, but the glint in his eyes was calculating. "Very well, my lady," he said, stepping back with a slow, deliberate motion. "If it pleases you to see such a thing, I’ll indulge you. After all, seeing his heartbreak will be a fitting prelude to your next choice."

With that, Antinous turned and made his way to the corner she had indicated, with her smile disappearing as he turned his back to her, his mind already racing, wondering just how far she would go with this twisted game.

After a bit, Telemachus finally steps out of Penelope's Quarters, being greeted by (Y/N)

"My Love, Did something happen that you needed to speak with your mother quickly?" (Y/N) asked, worried.

Telemachus tries to conceal his anger and worry as he sees (Y/N), but fails miserably. He steps closer to her, his hand instinctively reaching for hers as if to reassure himself that she's alright.

"It's...it's Antinous," he says through clenched teeth. "He's been eyeing you, looking at you in a way I don't like."

"Oh, that's not good" (Y/N) frowns, sighing.

"But before you tell me more about it, can you do something for me for a bit?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus looks at (Y/N), his expression still tense. But the worry in her voice makes him relent a bit.

"Of course, anything," he says, his voice softer. "What is it?"

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(Y/N) suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"I missed you, take me to your room, please~" (Y/N) begs, pouting up at him.

The sudden kiss and request take Telemachus off guard, but the tension in his shoulders eases a bit as he looks down at (Y/N), seeing her pout. He can never resist her when she looks up at him like that.

Without a word, he scoops her up in his arms, holding her close as he carries her to his room.

Once inside his room, Telemachus gently sets (Y/N) down on the bed, then moves to close and lock the door behind him, making sure they are alone and private.

(Y/N) continues kissing him, pulling at his clothes, carefully removing his armour.

Telemachus responds to her kisses with equal fervor, his hands roaming over her body as she begins to undress him.

"(Y/N)," he whispers huskily, between kisses. "You're so impatient today. What's gotten into you?"

"It's been a while, My Beloved, I missed you so, I missed your touch, your sound, your taste~" (Y/N) reminisce, pouting up at him.

Telemachus lets out a low, appreciative growl as (Y/N) continues to pull at his clothes, his own desire growing with every word she speaks.

"You missed me, did you?" he teases, his hands moving to slide off her own dress.

"I missed you too, my love. I missed this...having you all to myself."

(Y/N) pulls him into a kiss once more, starving for his love.

Telemachus kisses her deeply, his hands roaming over her bare skin as he pushes her back onto the bed. He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips along her jawline and down to her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh. He wants to relish the feel of her body beneath his, the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin.

"You drive me mad, you know that?" he murmurs against her neck.

"Only for you~" (Y/N) muses with a smile, letting him devour her.

Telemachus's mouth moves lower, over her collarbone and down to her chest, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. His hands glide over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her thighs, her waist, as he positions himself between her legs.

"And I'm yours," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "All yours."

(Y/N) gasps as she feels Telemachus push his cock onto her soaking cunt, biting her lip as he began to move roughly.

Telemachus's mouth finds hers once more, kissing her with fierce possession as he sets a fast, deep rhythm, his hips rolling against hers.

"You feel so good, my love," he gasps, breaking the kiss. "I've missed this...missed having you like this, under me."

"I missed you too, your soft and intimate touches, I love it~" (Y/N) praises Telemachus, pulling him down into a kiss.

Telemachus smirks at her words, his ego inflating slightly with her praise. "You love this, do you?" he murmurs against her lips, picking up the pace, his hips rolling harder, faster.

"Ah! Yes~" (Y/N) moans, welcoming Telemachus's rough movements.

Telemachus continues to thrust into her, his hands roaming over her body, caressing every inch of her skin. He murmurs praises and sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how he loves her, how she drives him wild.

"You're mine, (Y/N)" he whispers, nibbling at her ear. "All mine. No one else's. You understand?"

"And your mine as well~" (Y/N) proclaims as well, moaning it onto his ear.

Telemachus nods, his eyes filled with a possessive desire as he gazes down at her. "Damn right, I am" he growls. "No one else can have me. I'm all yours."

"I love you!! Ooooh! I love you so much!~" (Y/N) moans out, feeling Telemachus hit her sweet spot.

Telemachus's breath catches in his throat at her declaration. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge with every movement, can feel her tightness clenching around him, can see the pleasure in her eyes.

"I love you too, (Y/N). So damn much," he gasps, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. "You're mine, all mine, only mine"

He kisses her fiercely, groaning into her lips, nearing his end.

"Are you close? My sweet Prince?" (Y/N) asked, panting, hugging him tightly.

Telemachus nods, his movements growing more desperate and erratic as he nods. "Yes, I'm close," he gasps, his voice strangled. "So close-"

(Y/N) moans as she feels Telemachus explode inside of her, forcing her to finish at the same time as him, moaning loudly, screaming even, as she felt his warm cum flooding her walls

Telemachus's body trembles as he climaxes, his fingers digging into (Y/N)'s hips as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

He collapses on top of her, panting heavily, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly.

"By the gods, (Y/N)... you drive me wild," he whispers, his voice ragged. "I can't get enough of you."

"I love you, I love you so much~" (Y/N) professes, pulling him into a sensual kiss.

Telemachus responds to the kiss eagerly, his tongue delving into her mouth as he rolls onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his hands roving over her body, caressing every inch of her skin.

"I love you too, my darling," he says, his voice filled with tenderness. "More than you could ever know."

(Y/N) teases him by rolling her hip, he's still inside her

Telemachus moans at her movement, still sensitive from their previous exertions. He reaches up to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tries to keep himself under control.

"You're teasing me, you know that?" he says, his voice strained.

"But I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted at him.

Telemachus chuckles, unable to resist her cute pout. "And I missed you too, love," he says, giving her a slight smack on the bottom, making her gasp.

"But you're playing a dangerous game, teasing me like that. You won't like what happens next if you keep it up, I promise you."

(Y/N) decided to take it up a notch. "Please, Telemachus, impregnate me~" (Y/N) begs, looking at him innocently.

Telemachus's eyes darken at her words, a mix of desire and possessiveness flaring within him. "You're asking for trouble, my love" he warns, his grip on her hips tightening.

"Please, let me make you a Daddy~" (Y/N) begged with a pout.

Telemachus lets out a strangled moan at her plea, his resolve weakening with every word. The thought of her carrying his child, of making him a father, is immensely enticing.

"Damn it, (Y/N)... you're going to be the death of me," he groans, his hands tightening on her hips.

He suddenly flips her over, pinning her down on the bed, looming over her with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “Are you really sure about this, darling?” he asks, his voice low and dark. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop."

"Yes" (Y/N) gave her consent, before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Telemachus kisses her desperately, his body pressing against hers, his hands roaming over her skin, caressing every inch of her. He breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh.

“You’re mine, darling,” he whispers against her skin, his voice low and possessive. “All mine…”

"Say it again," he demands, his mouth moving down to her collarbone. "Say you'll make me a Daddy."

"Wanna...wanna make you a Daddy!~" (Y/N) whined, holding onto him.

Telemachus lets out a deep, guttural moan at her words, the possessive part of him swelling with every syllable. He kisses up her neck, back up to her ear, nipping at it gently.

"You'd look so beautiful, round with my child," he whispers, his hands roaming over her stomach. "Carrying my child, my heir..."

Telemachus realized that it's so unlike him to be like this, he was usually gentle, as his mother said, but looking at (Y/N)'s pleasured face...

Telemachus can feel a part of himself being drawn to this dominant, animalistic side of him, the one that enjoys taking control and claiming what he wants... particularly, what he wants from (Y/N). She had teased and pushed him to this point, and he couldn't deny that he now relished in it, relished in her submission to him.

(Y/N) eyes rolls to the back of her head uncontrollably, pushing back her hair and grabbing onto the bed, before smiling in pleasure and holding onto his shoulder with her other hand, she has a drunk smile on her lips.

Telemachus drinks in the sight of (Y/N)'s unrestrained pleasure, the look of pleasure on her face, the way she moans and moves beneath him, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulder, all adding to his own growing need and desire.

He leans down, his lips trailing along her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own. His hands roam over her body, his touch both possessive and tender at the same time.

"So...close!~" (Y/N) whines, holding onto his body tightly

Telemachus grunts as he feels (Y/N)'s hands gripping him tighter, the sound of her whine sending a jolt of desire through him. He can feel her body quiver and tense beneath him, signaling her closeness to the edge.

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering huskily "Let go, love... give yourself over to me. Let me take care of you..."

"Inside, inside Telemachus!" (Y/N) begged, gripping onto him.

With her words, Telemachus's last bit of restraint snaps. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his body moving against her urgently, claiming her as his own. He can feel the need and desire consuming him, consuming them both before stilling.

"Oh, love... anything you want... anything..." he gasps out, his voice rough with need.

(Y/N) screams in pleasure as Telemachus stills against her, claiming her from the inside out, feeling it all inside her as she held onto him for dear life to keep her grounded.

Telemachus lets out a guttural, possessive moan as he feels (Y/N)'d body respond to his own, her scream of pleasure driving him further into the frenzy of desire and need. He grips her tightly, holding her against him as they both ride out the waves of pleasure, their bodies trembling and shuddering in the aftermath.

He presses his face into the crook of her neck, his breath coming out ragged and labored as he slowly comes down.

(Y/N) pants, before pulling his face to hers, kissing him sensually.

Telemachus melts into her kiss, responding to her sensuality with an equal measure of tenderness and affection. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers in a slow, languid, and loving way. He wraps his arms around her, holding her closely against him, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his.

They spent the whole night, full of debauchery.

By the time they finally settle down, Telemachus is exhausted, his body spent, his mind cloudy with pleasure. He pulls (Y/N) close, wrapping her in his arms, burying his face in her hair.

"Gods, you're going to be the death of me, love," he mutters, still panting from their exertions.

(Y/N) giggles, pecking his lips "I love you, my love~"

Telemachus smiles at her kiss, pulling her closer against his chest, savoring the feel of her body against his. He runs his fingers gently through her hair, enjoying the feel of the silken tresses between his fingers.

"I love you too, my darling," he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "More than you could ever know."

Telemachus holds her close, wrapping his arms around her, letting her sink into the comfort of his embrace. He watches as her breathing steadies and her body relaxes, signaling her descent into sleep. His eyes slowly close as well, the exhaustion of their night catching up to him.

"Good night, my love," he murmurs, pressing a final kiss to her forehead, before succumbing to sleep himself.

In the early hours of the morning, Telemachus slowly wakes. He's disoriented for a moment, wondering what had pulled him out of his peaceful sleep. Then he feels (Y/N) stirring in his arms, her body shifting against his. He opens his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he sees her sleeping beside him.

Telemachus shifts slightly, watching (Y/N) sleep for a moment. Last night's events play through his mind, how forward she had been, how eager she was. It was unlike her.

He gently shakes her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "(Y/N)? Love? Wake up for a minute."

(Y/N) groans before slowly waking up "Hmmm?"

Telemachus smiles at her sleepy, groggy expression. He brushes a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers gently caressing her cheek.

"Morning, love," he says quietly. "I need to ask you something."

He shifts, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at her, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Last night... you were so forward, so eager," he says hesitantly, his eyes searching her face. "It wasn't like you. What changed?"

(Y/N) began to sheepishly smile, tracing a finger on his chest "I may or may not have wanted to send a message..."

elemachus raises an eyebrow at her words and her coy smile, his curiosity piqued. He watches as her finger draws lazy circles on his chest.

"A message, huh?" he says, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "What kind of message, my love?"

"To Antinous"

Telemachus's smile immediately falls at the mention of the name. He frowns, his grip on her tightening.

"Antinous? You... what message were you trying to send him?" he asks, his voice low and guarded.

"That you are more than enough for me, my Love" (Y/N) reiterated, trying to calm him down.

Telemachus relaxes slightly at her reassurance, the grip on her loosening. But there's still a hint of jealousy in his eyes as he speaks.

"You didn't have to go to such lengths to send that message, you know," he mutters, his voice still gruff. "You could have just told me, and I would have taken care of the suitors..."

"Yes, but with Antinous, I wanted more...hands on and an audible approach" (Y/N) stated with a smile.

"When you were talking to your mother, he went up to me"

"What did he say to you?" he asks, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger.

"He tried to convince me that he was better than you, That you were just a mere boy, inexperienced and such, how he'll give me a night of pleasure better than you could ever give." (Y/N) looks at Telemachus with lidded eyes, bored.

At her words, Telemachus's expression transforms into one of rage. His eyes blaze with anger, his jaw clenching as his hands curl into fists. He sits up, towering over her.

"That bastard" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "How dare he speak to you like that. He's lucky I don't have my sword right now, or I'd-"

"No, no my Darling, with a man like that, words and violence is what he thrives on" (Y/N) presses a hand on his chest, laying him down onto the bed

"But I do know that he didn't expect...action~" (Y/N) eludes, tracing a finger at the center of his chest.

"Action, hmm?" he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "What kind of action are we talking about, my love? Because I am really beginning to want to do something violent to that cockroach..."

"Action of Passion, my beloved" (Y/N) reveals, pecking his lips.

"I knew he was still watching us when you stepped out of your Mother's room, so I decided to show him who's the better man between the two of you~" (Y/N) reveals, smiling teasingly at him.

Telemachus's rage momentarily softens at her words, replaced by a mixture of desire and possessiveness. His eyes roam over her face, his hands reaching up to take her hips, pulling her onto his lap as he sat up.

"You... are very naughty, you know that," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Baiting him like that..."

"You would have been worse if you knew he was watching, and you were ravenous enough~" (Y/N) points out, pecking his lips

Telemachus's grip on her hips tightens at her comment. He pulls her flush against his body, his hands moving to her thighs, slowly running up her body.

"You're right," he concedes, his voice a low growl. "I would have been furious if I knew he was watching... and I probably would have ended the night with you on the floor..."

"See? It's why I also needed you last night, I missed you~" (Y/N) pouted, stroking his chest.

Telemachus lets out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut at her touch. He leans into her, his hands continuing mapping her curves, his hunger beginning to grow once more.

"You're a minx, you know that?" he grumbles, his voice a mix of amusement and longing. "Always finding a way to rile me up..."

"Everything about me riles you up ~" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

"That's true," Telemachus agrees, opening his eyes to gaze at her intently. "Everything about you does rile me up. It drives me wild..."

He suddenly rolls them over, pinning her under his body, his hands roaming over her again.

He leans down, his mouth moving against her skin, biting and sucking at her neck, her collarbone, his hips settling between her legs.

"The sight of you in my bed... the sound of your voice... the feel of your body against mine... it drives me insane."

He presses himself against her, his body flush against hers, his kisses moving lower.

"How am I supposed to focus on anything when all I can think about is you? Every time I see you, all I want to do is touch you, to taste you, to make you mine."

"But I'm already yours" (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile, pecking his lips.

Telemachus growls, his hands grasping her wrists and pinning them down above her head, pressing her further into the mattress.

"I know you are," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But I still can't get enough of you. No matter how often I have you, it's never enough..."

His hips rock against hers, his body pressing intimately against her.

(Y/N) moans at his sudden advances "Then I guess you have to satiate your hunger~" (Y/N) gasps, hugging him tightly

Telemachus grunts at her words, her moan and her gasp only increasing the fire burning within him. He looks down at her, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Oh, I plan to," he husks, his voice low and gruff. "I plan to thoroughly satiate my hunger."

With that, he leans down, claiming her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

After an early morning sex, the two still have lessons and training they need to attend to.

Eventually, Telemachus and (Y/N) manage to untangle themselves from each other, much to Telemachus's chagrin.

"I don't want to move," he grumbles, burying his face in her hair, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist.

"But you have to attend to your duties, my Prince~" (Y/N) coos, playing with his hair.

Telemachus lets out a frustrated huff, his grip on her tightening slightly.

"I know, I know."

He lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"But I'd much rather stay in bed with you all day, my love."

"That would be a dream, but even Royalty doesn't have that kind of luxury~" (Y/N) points out, sitting up.

Telemachus groans at her words, flopping back on the bed with a melodramatic sigh.

"You're right, I know. But I still wish it was possible."

He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. His eyes roam over her body, taking in her naked form appreciatively.

"We'll your Mother wouldn't appreciate me being late because of her son" (Y/N) points out, dressing up.

Telemachus watches her get dressed with a hint of wistfulness, his eyes still roaming over her form as it slowly disappears beneath her clothes. He lets out a sigh as she finishes dressing, reluctantly sitting up as well.

"I know, you're right," he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I should probably get ready as well."

(Y/N) chuckles, walking up to him, caressing his face

"Escort me?"

Telemachus looks up at her, his expression softening at her touch. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches out, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Of course," he says, pulling her down onto his lap. "It would be my pleasure, my love."

After dressing up, Telemachus began leading (Y/N) to his Mother's Quarters.

They walked through the halls of the palace together, Telemachus's hand resting casually on (Y/N)'s waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip through the fabric of her dress.

Eventually, they reach his mother's quarters, and Telemachus knocks on the door, waiting for a response.

After a moment, they hear Penelope call out from inside.

"Come in," her voice sounds out. Telemachus shoots (Y/N) a smile, opening the door and guiding her inside.

Penelope is sitting at her desk, various scrolls and documents spread out around her. She looks up as the two enter, a small smile on her lips.

"Ah, Telemachus, (Y/N), good morning," she greets them, setting down her quill. "I see you're both punctual as ever."

Penelope gestures for (Y/N) to take a seat in front of the desk, her eyes warm and welcoming.

"Ah, yes, your lessons," she says, sorting through the scrolls on her desk. "I hope you're feeling up for some more history and politics today."

"Do I?" (Y/N) smiles, eager to learn, very different from Telemachus.

Penelope chuckles at (Y/N) eagerness, clearly pleased with her enthusiasm.

"I can tell you're eager to learn," she says, passing (Y/N) a scroll. "And I appreciate your eagerness. You seem to have a genuine interest in these topics, unlike my son."

She shoots Telemachus a playful glance, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Telemachus rolls his eyes at his mother's comment, but can't help but smile.

"Yes, yes, you know I hate studying," he says playfully. "I'm off to training. I'll see you both later."

He gives (Y/N) a quick peck on the forehead before exiting the chambers, leaving (Y/N) and Penelope alone.

Penelope watches Telemachus leave with an amused smile, before turning her attention back to (Y/N).

"Now, where were we?" she asks, her eyes fixing on the young woman in front of her. "Oh, yes. I think we should start on the history of Ithaca today. Let's delve deeper into that, shall we?"

"Let's" (Y/N) nodded, as they began their lessons.

For the next few hours, Penelope delves into the rich history of Ithaca, from its foundation centuries ago to its current state. She talks about its past rulers, its wars, its trade, and its cultural traditions. (Y/N) listens intently, absorbing everything like a sponge.

Eventually, Penelope sits back, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You've been an excellent student, (Y/N)," she comments, impressed by (Y/N)'s thirst for knowledge. "You've retained a lot of information, much more than Telemachus ever did at your age."

"We're of the same age" (Y/N) answers, scratching the back of her head.

Penelope chuckles at Egeria's response, amused by her matter-of-fact tone.

"Perhaps physically, but Telemachus has always been a bit... stubborn," she admits with a smile. "He has never been the best at retaining information, especially when it came to basic history and politics. He's always been the more hands-on type."

"Oh but, He's quite strategic, he's more knowledgeable in the battlefield" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

Penelope nods, a proud gleam in her eye.

"You're right, he is," she agrees. "He has a natural talent for strategy, and it does seem like he's finally taking an interest in learning as well."

She looks at (Y/N) with a hint of curiosity.

"It's interesting, your influence on him. Since you arrived, he seems... more focused, more determined."

"Oh no, I didn't do anything, He simply chose to better himself" (Y/N) answers with a smile.

"You're too humble, (Y/N)," she says gently, gesturing for her to stand up. "I believe your mere presence has encouraged him to become a better version of himself. He's lucky to have you."

"Thank you, Mother" (Y/N) smiles at Penelope brightly.

With a warm smile, she pulls (Y/N) into a brief but gentle embrace.

"You're welcome, my dear," she says with affection.

Meanwhile, everything was great, until the Suitors had become restless on Penelope's stalling

Antinous leaned back in his chair, a cruel smirk on his face. "How long must we let that whore Penelope toy with us?" he sneered. "Her tricks and false promises grow old."

Telemachus was walking back to his mother's quarters to see Egeria on his short break, but was cut short by the rumors of the Suitors' unrest spread. his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"You don't know what you're talking about, you mindless buffoon," he sneers, the words coming through gritted teeth. "My mother is a queen, not a whore."

"Oh, come on now, Little Prince" he says, a sly smirk on his face. "We all know how much your Mother enjoys our company. Surely she wouldn't mind if we had a little fun with her as well as with your precious (Y/N)?"

The moment the words leave Antinous' lips, Telemachus' restraint snaps. He lunges forward, grabbing the man by the collar of his tunic.

"You touch one hair on their heads, and I'll skin you alive." He growls dangerously, his eyes dark with fury.

Antinous laughs, clearly undeterred by Telemachus' threat. He sneers at the Prince, his voice laced with contempt.

"You act as if you can actually protect her. We're all just waiting for the right moment to drag her back to our quarters, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

Telemachus tightens his grip on Antinous' collar, his knuckles turning white with fury.

"You underestimate me, you bastard," he snarls, his voice low and deadly. "I will rain down the wrath of the gods upon you and every single one of you suitors if you even think about laying a hand on her."

The room grows deathly silent as Telemachus makes his threat. the tension palpable. Antinous just narrows his eyes at Telemachus, a malicious glint in his gaze.

"You're outnumbered, Prince," he sneers, a hint of challenge in his tone. "You can't fight all of us."

Antinous leers at Telemachus, clearly enjoying the prince's anger.

"What's the matter, Telemachus? Afraid we'll break your plaything?" He sneers, his eyes roving over Telemachus, taunting him to attack.

Antinous' words send a wave of rage coursing through Telemachus. He can feel his control slipping, the need to defend (Y/N) threatening to overpower him.

"She's not a plaything, you oaf," he spits, his voice shaking with fury. "She's a person, she's MY person, and I won't let you or any one of you bastards touch her."

"But at least, You enjoyed the show" Telemachus taunted with a grin, knowing Antinous was watching when he fucked (Y/N) into oblivion.

Antinous’s smug expression twisted into one of rage, his fists clenching at his sides. "Watch your tongue, boy," he growled, his voice low and venomous. "You think that makes you a man? Parading her around like some prize?"

Telemachus only laughed, his grin widening. "A man? No, Antinous—I’m her man. And judging by the look on your face, I’d say you know it all too well." Telemachus taunted once more, this time meeting an unexpected punch.

The punch takes Telemachus off guard, sending him stumbling backwards. He grits his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth from where his lip had been split.

"You bastard," he hisses, as he lands a punch squarely on Antinous' face, sending him stumbling back, a shocked look on his face.

Antinous recovers quickly, his eyes filled with anger as he lunges at Telemachus, his fists flying.

The room descends into chaos as the brawl erupts, fists flying and furniture smashing. Telemachus fights like a man possessed, his fury and determination fueling his every movement. He dodges and weaves through the crowd of suitors, his eyes fixed on Antinous.

But no matter how skilled Telemachus had been, 108 to 1 is still a greater margin

Despite Telemachus' skill and determination, he is soon overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. With every punch he lands, three more land on him. Despite his best efforts, he is slowly beaten back, his strength failing him.

"Enough!" Suddenly, (Y/N)'s voice boomed throughout the Main Hall, glaring at the Suitors, it seemed like she has the same idea of seeing him on her short break.

Telemachus looks up, his lips twisting into a pained smile as he sees (Y/N).

"(Y/N)..." he mutters, his voice weak and strained from the beating he took.

"Telemachus! What did they do to you!?" (Y/N) cries out, looking at his bruised state.

Telemachus slowly rises to his feet, supported by (Y/N). He winces as his body protest, no doubt bruised and battered from the beating.

"It's... not as bad as it looks," he grumbles, though it's clear he's putting up a front.

(Y/N) continues fussing over him while leading him out of the Hall, not giving any of the Suitors even a glance

Telemachus stumbles after (Y/N), relying on her for support. His body is starting to ache all over, his movements sluggish and laboured. He can feel the eyes of the suitors on him, but he pays them no mind. His attention is solely on (Y/N).

"Where are we going...?" He mutters, his voice a little strained.

"To your room, I need to tend to your injuries" (Y/N) answers, supporting him.

Telemachus nods, not protesting as he allows (Y/N) to lead him to his room. Despite his pride, he knows he needs her help right now.

He winces as he sits down on his bed, the pain from his injuries becoming more intense now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

"Oh, my Love, what did they do to you?" (Y/N) cries out, running to the washroom to get a bowl and washcloth.

Telemachus watches as (Y/N) rushes to get the supplies. His heart thumps heavily in his chest as he hears the concern in her voice. He looks down at himself, taking in the extent of his injuries.

"Just a few bruises and cuts, nothing too serious," he tries to reassure her. "I've had worse."

"No, you should never have got it worse, they never should have touched you in the first place!" (Y/N) stated, gently dabbing on his injuries.

Telemachus winces as (Y/N) carefully tends to his injuries. Her touch is gentle, though there a hint of anger in it.

"I'll be fine, (Y/N)" he mutters, his voice still a bit weak. "I've dealt with plenty of brawls before."

"No, you're not!" (Y/N) argues, her voice becoming hoarse.

"What if something happened to you? I can't live with myself if you've-" (Y/N) sniffles, wiping away her tears.

Telemachus is taken aback by the emotion in (Y/N)'s voice, his heart clenching. He had never seen her like this before. He reaches out, taking her hand in his.

"Hey, hey," he says gently, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

(Y/N) gasps, her breathing shaky as she held his hand, looking at him

"Why did you even fight them in the first place?"

Telemachus sighs, looking down at their hands. His fingers interlock with her's, a connection of comfort.

"He was talking about you, about how he and the others were going to take you back to their quarters. I just... I couldn't stand hearing him talk about you that way, like you're some kind of possession they could just take and do what they want with."

"And they were also speaking ill of Mother. Calling her... terrible things, saying how she's just as much of a plaything as you are. I just couldn't stand there and listen to them speaking so disrespectfully about my family."

"You...defended our honor?" (Y/N) looks at him, bewildered.

Telemachus meets her gaze, his expression sincere.

"Yes. I couldn't just sit there and let them insult you and Mother like that. I had to do something, even if it meant getting beat up."

"Oh, my heart~" (Y/N) muses, carefully wrapping her arms around him.

Telemachus welcomes her embrace, leaning into her as he savours her touch. He buries his face in her shoulder, taking in her scent.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice muffled in her hair. "I didn't mean to worry you."

"You shouldn't have, but the thought counts" (Y/N) smiles, pecking his lips, pulling back when Telemachus hisses in pain

"Sorry" Telemachus grimaces, his bruised lip protesting to (Y/N) kiss.

"It's okay," he manages a half-smile, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "I'll suffer a thousand more bruises if it means receiving your kisses like that."

"You have the biggest heart than all of them combined, my beloved" (Y/N) compliments with a smile.

A small chuckle escapes Telemachus' lips, the compliment making him feel a little better. He leans his forehead against hers, just enjoying the moment.

"You're too kind, my sweet," he murmurs, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "But...I haven't been honest with you, my Beloved, I have to go on a diplomatic mission, to look for my Father" Telemachus reveals, hugging her.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked with a frown.

"Because I didn't want to worry you, that what happened to my mother might happen to you, I didn't want to put you in a state of panic" Telemachus admits, burying her face onto her chest.

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, before smiling. "Go." (Y/N) stated, giving him her blessing. "I know you need closure, peace of mind on what happened to your Father, just...come back to me" (Y/N) begged, holding his hand.

Telemachus runs a hand up her back, pulling her closer to him. He understands her worry, the thought of being separated from her for those few days is unsettling.

"I will," he assures her, his voice soft. "And I've assigned two of our trusted knights to guard you I'm gone, I don't trust those bastards to keep their hands away from you." Telemachus curses under his breath, as (Y/N) rubbed his cheek

"I know, my love" (Y/N) smiles, soothing him. "And I'll stay close by your Mother's side, I don't feel safe with them vying for her as well" (Y/N) added, stroking his cheek.

Telemachus appreciates the offer, but he still worries about their safety as well.

"I know you can handle yourself, but please do be careful, my sweet," Telemachus implores, his eyes searching hers. "I won't be there to protect you, so you'll have to protect yourself."

"Yes, I will" (Y/N) answers, pecking his forehead. "Safe travels, my beloved"

"Does your injuries hurt a bit too much?" (Y/N) asked innocently

Telemachus shook his head softly, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the ache in his body. "Not as much as it did before," he replied, his eyes warm as they met hers. "Your care makes the pain easier to bear."

"Good" (Y/N) answered, before gently pushing Telemachus onto the bed.

"It wouldn't just be right for my beloved to go on a diplomatic mission without a proper send off~" (Y/N) smiled seductively at him, crawling over him.

Telemachus swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing as a grin spread across his face.

"Who am I to argue with such logic?" he said, his voice soft but laced with anticipation. His hands rested lightly on her hips. "If this is how you plan to send me off, I might have to leave more often."

[pucksandpower]

Under the Influence

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles Leclerc knows three things (1) wisdom teeth have nothing to do with being wise (2) his face looks like a chipmunk and (3) he really really really loves his girlfriend

Warnings: mention of minor medical procedure

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. Bleary eyed, you reach for it and squint at the screen. 37 missed calls and too many texts to count, all from Charles.

It’s the big day — your boyfriend is finally getting his wisdom teeth removed this morning. You had wanted to go with him to the oral surgeon but Charles insisted he would be fine on his own.

Clearly, that was not the case.

The phone starts vibrating again and you swipe to answer. Before you can even say hello, Charles’ slurred voice comes through the speaker. “Ma choupinette! I misssss you!” He draws out the last word for several seconds. You stifle a laugh at how loopy he sounds from the painkillers.

“Hi, my love. How are you feeling?” You ask gently.

You hear some shuffling on his end of the line.

“I feel ... so good! I can’t feel my face though. Is it still there?” More shuffling noises. “Yep, still here! Wow, my cheeks are soooo big and fluffy now!” He descends into a fit of giggles.

You grin and shake your head. Your poor Charles is definitely still under the influence of the drugs. “I’m glad you’re not in any pain. Are you home already?”

“Yep! Safe and sound in my bed. But it’s so lonely without you here. You should come over and cuddle me!” His words come out muffled, no doubt because his mouth is still numb.

You glance at the clock — it’s still relatively early in the morning. “I would love to but I have a few things to take care of first. I’ll come by this afternoon to check on you though, okay?”

Charles lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Fiiiiiine. Hey, did you know you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world? And you’re so nice too! I’m the luckiest ...” He trails off into incomprehensible mumbling.

You have to press your hand to your mouth to hold in your laughter. Anesthetized Charles is even more adorable than regular Charles. “Thank you, my love. You’re very kind. Now get some rest, I’ll see you soon.”

“Okayyyy, bye bye gorgeous!” Charles singsongs before hanging up. Still chuckling, you set your phone down to start getting ready for the day. Your productivity is short lived however, as your phone immediately starts buzzing again.

Charles is calling you back.

With a mix of amusement and exasperation, you answer the call. Before you can ask what’s wrong, Charles’ cheerful voice exclaims, “I forgot to tell you I love you!”

You can’t help but laugh out loud this time. “I love you too, Charles.”

“Yay!” He cheers. In the background, you hear a woman’s voice telling Charles to stay in bed and get some rest. It must be his mother looking after him. Thank goodness for her help today.

You talk Charles into hanging up and leaving you be for now. As entertaining as loopy Charles is, you do need to run some errands. You eventually make it out the door and head into town. While perusing the aisles of the grocery store, your phone buzzes again. Expecting it to be Charles, you don’t even look at the screen before answering with an amused, “Yes, my love?”

Instead of your boyfriend’s sleepy voice, you hear numerous screams and squeals on the other end. Before you can ask what’s happening, the chaos turns into a bunch of people chanting “Say it again! Say it again! Say it again!”

Your stomach drops. You pull the phone away to look at the screen. Sure enough, Charles is broadcasting on Instagram Live and waving at an alarmingly large crowd of fans gathered below his apartment. Dreading what you’re about to witness, you bring the phone back to your ear. The chanting continues until Charles finally obliges.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I love you sooooo much! You’re the bestest, most bootiful, charming girl in the whole universe and I love you more than racing!” His confession is met with deafening squeals from his adoring devotees. You stand frozen in the cheese aisle, one hand clutching your grocery basket, cheeks flaming red. This is not exactly how you hoped your relationship would go public.

Charles is still slurring sluggishly into the phone, rambling on about how perfect and wonderful you are. You try to get a word in edgewise to stop him but his fans keep egging him on.

“Charles, honey, maybe you should get off Live and rest ...” you attempt feebly.

He gasps dramatically. “Wait, are you my girlfriend? Y/N? Is that you?”

You sigh, resigned to your fate. “Yes Charles, it’s me.”

The screams somehow increase in volume at this admission. Charles laughs with delight. “Guys, this is my girlfriend! Isn’t she the coolest? I’m the luckiest guy ever!”

Despite your embarrassment, you can’t help but melt a little at his ear-to-ear grin and heart eyes on the screen. He looks utterly smitten, even in his disoriented, post-op state. His fans seem to be eating it up too, flooding the comments with things like “My life won’t be complete until someone looks at me the way that Charles looks at Y/N” and “Charles is boyfriend of the year!”

You spend the next 15 minutes gently trying to persuade Charles to end the livestream and rest to no avail. He is having far too much fun gushing about you and interacting with his followers. You field a few questions from curious fans, keeping your answers light to avoid revealing too much. It’s clear they are enthralled by this lovestruck version of the normally private Ferrari driver.

Finally, after Charles has told the story of your first date no less than five times, his mother comes to your rescue. She appears on camera and tenderly tells Charles the “show” is over and he needs to sleep. He pouts adorably but allows her to tuck him back into bed and take away his phone. Just before the Live ends, he blows a loopy kiss to the camera and says “Love you, mon chouchou!” The fans go wild in the chat before the feed cuts out.

You slump against your shopping cart in relief. Your phone is already flooded with texts from friends and family who saw the Instagram fiasco. You shoot off some quick reassurances that you’re both fine and it was just the medication talking. Bagging the rest of your abandoned groceries, you check out as fast as possible. There’s somewhere you need to be right now.

Twenty minutes later you’re knocking on the door of Charles’ apartment. His mother opens it with an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry about earlier dear, the anesthesia made him a bit out of it as I’m sure you noticed.”

Charles perks up when you enter his bedroom. “You came!” He mumbles happily, making grabby hands at you. You settle onto the bed next to him and he immediately nuzzles into you like an affectionate kitten. His mother slips out to give you two some privacy.

You run your fingers soothingly through his hair. “How are you feeling now, my love?”

“Mmm ... sleepy. And really happy you’re here." He smiles dopily up at you. “Did I do something silly earlier? I don’t really remember.”

You debate downplaying it but figure he’ll find out eventually when the internet explodes. “You may have repeatedly declared your undying love for me on an Instagram Live ...” you say sheepishly.

Charles’ eyes go wide. “No way, really? Wow ...” He blinks slowly, processing this new information. A sly grin spreads across his swollen face. “Well it’s true. I meant every word.”

You kiss his forehead tenderly. “I know you did. Now get some more rest, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Charles looks up at you adoringly. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you more,” you boop him on the nose.

He giggles. “No way. I love you more-er.”

“Impossible. I love you most,” you insist.

“Nuh-uh,” Charles protests. “I love you most-est.”

You laugh at his stubborn persistence. “Alright, you win. Now close your eyes.”

Charles snuggles impossibly closer into your side and soon his breathing evens out as he drifts back to sleep. You brush a few curls off his forehead and whisper “I love you most-est-est.”

You make sure the blankets are wrapped securely around him and shake your head affectionately at your adorable, clueless boyfriend. Today certainly didn’t go as expected but you wouldn’t trade your Charles for anything in the world.

[curly-fry-3]

hey bestie!

i don’t know if you’re doing requests rn but i thought i’d throw this out there.

i had an idea for dad!dean and daughter!reader where reader falls asleep in the back of the impala and dean carries her inside. maybe dean gets a big nostalgic about how he did it when she was little. everything else is totally up to you!

constantly in awe of you and everything you write, thank you!!! <3

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summary𖦹 You fall asleep in the car and Dean cant help but reminisce

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 565

notes𖦹 I just saw the request you sent earlier today about Scoobynatural and I fear youre gonna have to wait a while for it cause I only like writing when ive gotten to that part in the show and ive just started season 10. Also thank you for the good vibes for my surgery, im just getting my wisdom teeth out so its nbd (also im gonna probably write your other request while im recovering) and I know I said I wasn't gonna be that active but I had to take advantage of the inspiration I got

It had been a long drive home after a long weekend of work, safe to say, Dean was tired. Apparently, you were too. He looked in the rearview mirror and turned the radio volume down when he noticed you racked out in the backseat. Street lights illuminate the inside of the car as he continues driving through the night.

When he pulls into the garage of the bunker, you're still out cold. He brings in your luggage and his duffle bag before checking on you again. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was even and your face was relaxed–free of stress. It reminded him of when you were younger, when you didn't have the burden of knowing about the supernatural. Dean didn't want to disrupt your carefree state so–even though his back may hate him in the morning–he decided to carry you to your room just this once.

He carefully squats down to your level and slides his arms under your body, making sure he can support your weight. He slowly stands back up, you now in his arms princess style. You stir slightly and he pauses his movement, coaxing you back to sleep, “its ok sweetheart, i've got you” 

You settle down, snuggling into the crook of his neck, and he smiles while looking down at you. Holding you like this made Dean reminisce on when you were a baby–when the only way he could get you to sleep was by cradling you into his chest. He carefully makes his way to your room when he remembers the times when you would sneak into his bed cause you couldn't fall asleep without him. 

He kicks open your door and gently sets you in your bed, tugs your blanket over you, and grabs your favorite stuffed animal–the one he got you for your third birthday–and places it next to your head. He looks down at your sleeping figure, making sure you're comfortable, before kissing your forehead goodnight and whispering an “I love you” before leaving the room and letting you rest.

Looking at you tonight, so still and unburdened, made Dean wish that he could go back to when you were younger–when you didn't have to wonder if he would make it home safe that night. He misses when you would come to him for everything. Sure, you would still bug him like a toddler–and it's not like you two aren't very close–but he liked it when he was always the first one you looked to when you needed help. 

Dean makes it to his room and puts on more comfortable clothes before getting into bed. After he gets comfortable in the sheets and starts drifting off, he hears his door opening and shuffling coming from the other side of the room. His hand goes to the gun hidden under his pillow until he hears you whisper a faint “Dad? Are you still up?”

His hand moves away from his weapon and he turns towards you. “Yeah sweetheart, is something wrong?”

You awkwardly stand there, holding your stuffed animal, and look at your feet bashfully, “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Dean pulls back the covers, inviting you in with a smile “Just this once” He responds, knowing that this won't be the last time. Even though you're growing older, you're still just his little girl, and he could never say no to that request.

sorry for any typos

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