#putting myself to rest for the rest of the night

[deathbxnny]

hey i was wondering if you could do how arcane characters would react to seeing their partner looking really good dressed up?? also i love ur writing!!

Arcane characters reacting to their s/o dressed up really pretty. | Vi, Ekko, Jinx x Gn!Reader

Thank you for the request, Anon, and I hope you'll enjoy this!!<3

Content: Established romantic relationships, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VI

"Ooh... where are we going?" A wide grin rested on her lips as she watched you put on your fancy shoes and straighten out the last details of your pretty attire. "I'm going out with a couple friends." In other words, she was not invited. But Vi couldn't hear you over the sound of her mind spinning with many different thoughts.

Humming, she leaned against a wall next to you, intensely dark eyes staring you down with a glint that made you shake your head in defiance. "No." "Oh come on, Cupcake! Do you really have to go out today? I mean... I can go along. It's dangerous around this time of the night and-" "-Viiii. I can take care of myself." She pouted at your clear disagreement, hardly attempting to even hide how much she loved the way you looked.

"Aw... please? At least let me tag alone so I can show you off to everyone." Typical. And yet, you had a hard time denying her anything when her hands suddenly sneaked around your waist so smoothly. She always got what she wanted out of you in the end. Not that you necessarily minded.

"Fineeee... but keep your hands to yourself around them." You huff out whilst your heart warmed a t the sight of pure excitement on her face. But the slyness in her smirk didn't leave as she gratefully kissed your cheek and let go. "Can't promise you that when you're looking so good, unfortunately... but I'll try. For now."

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you let her happily run off to get ready, glad that she enjoyed your outfit a lot.

》EKKO

He was stunned at the sight of you emerging from the bedroom, fully dressed up so beautifully it left him speechless. The Firelights were having a huge festival in celebration of a recent successful mission, and of course, you were both expected to look your best. And you weren't the type to ever disappoint either.

It was rare to see you dressed up so nicely, the cute outfit being one he had only seen a small couple of times before due to your line of work and life circumstances. But in his mind, you looking so good was a sign of success. He wanted you to be able to dress that way every day, perhaps another motivation of his to continue going.

"How do I look?" You ask, the nervous tone in your voice making his eyes soften even further. "You look great. Who are you trying to impress, hm?" His words were playful as he grabbed your waist carefully. Ekko mirrored the shy smile that crept onto your lips at his question. "A certain someone. I don't think you know him, though." You played along, watching as he raised a brow with an unimpressed smirk.

"Hm... maybe we shouldn't go out then-" "-Oi! Why are you guys taking so long? Let's get going." Scar's voice made you both jump, as he appeared in the doorway and waved you over. A sly smirk crept onto your face as you quickly followed after the man. "Ah, there he is! See ya around, Ekko!" "Hey! I'll remember this-!" Running after you two, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

The festival was going to be great, to say the least.

》JINX

You were just trying out some new clothes you had gotten. Nothing special and definitely not for anyone else's eyes, except for hers. Once you were done, you were quick to hunt down your girlfriend to show her your outfit. "Jinx! How do I look?" You asked, a happy smile on your lips as you now stood next to her, whilst she tinkered away on some projects. Removing her googles, she glanced up at you and blinked in surprise, near speechless for a moment.

Nervously shifting under her intense gaze, you wondered if she didn't like it. "Uhm... should I go change or-" "-You look really good..." She muttered thoughtfully before a large grin crept onto her lips mischievously. "A bit too good! Makes me nearly jealous, pretty. How about you dress me up too so we can match?" You should have honestly seen this coming, as she enjoys doing cute things like that with you.

And so, you did as she asked, whilst she painted your nails to match her own. By the end of it, you looked like you were headed to a fancy event, something she found greatly amusing. Kicking a nearby radio to make it play music, she held out her hand to you with a bright smile. "Alright, let's get this party started!"

[xetlynn]

I crave s2 claggor x reader cuddling please 🙏🙏🙏 I just need to lay in a warm bed with that man for as long as possible

<3

Arcane Imagines- Claggor

Dramatic Needs

[arcane] [main page]

Summary: in which [name] is in desperate demand for attention. (super short)

I tiredly slam through the door of my own home. I didn’t even know the time due to how invested I was in the work I did with my friends. Powder pushed us to keep going even though we were all on the brink of falling asleep. 

I shut the door behind me, leaning on it for a moment with my eyes closed, kicking my shoes off. I look around my apartment for my boyfriend of four years. My feet shuffled underneath me, somehow keeping me going toward my shared room. I opened the cracked door, pushing in and plopping right down on the bed behind Claggor who was seemingly doing something since he wasn’t paying attention to me. 

I let out a large huff of air from my lungs, clinging onto the sheets. He doesn’t even flinch. I pout, sighing once again. I see his head go up for a moment only to go back down to whatever he was doing. I scrunch my nose. Getting upset.

“Sigh!!” I flip over dramatically, flinging myself up against my boyfriend's back.

“Sigh! I’m dying!” I cry out, closing my eyes and sticking my tongue. Pretending to be dead. 

Silence. 

“The only cure… is! Attention!” I smack his back with the palm of my hand. “If I don’t get it in t-minus five seconds it will be the end for me!” I exclaim. More than five seconds pass and I sit up angrily.

“What is more important than giving your obviously distressed girlfriend attention?” I ask, shoving his shoulder but it doesn’t even move him. “[Name], please.” He laughs.

“I’m trying to finish this list.” He pushes me with his hand on my face. I fall back onto the bed, getting right back up and leaning over his shoulder. “Are you almost done?” I quietly question. He scoffs out a laugh, shimmying his shoulder to get me off but instead I grab onto both and then wrap my legs around his waist from behind. 

“I’m just trying to make sure I’m remembering everything.” He tells me, grabbing onto my calf with his free hand, massaging it gently. “It looks good enough to me.” I kiss his back. 

“I’m sure it does.” He shakes his head at my behavior. He reads over his note and writes one last thing before putting it on his nightstand.

My legs squeeze around him and he stands up. My arms quickly went around his neck. “Ack!” He grabs my wrists, loosening them. “Where are we going?” I sluggishly posed, resting my head on the nape of his neck. 

“To get some water before bed since you always need it in the middle of the night.” He answers, his hands go to my thighs to make sure I stay up. “Awe, you know me so well.” I raspily coo. 

Claggor gets the big bottle of water and heads back to our room. He sits on the bed letting me uncurl myself from him and climb into my side of the bed. 

He reaches over me, putting the bottle on my nightstand. I watch his facial expressions as he makes sure to set it on a coaster. His tongue sticking out since he was stretching out his body then goes back to his side. 

“Alright, you have my undivided attention now, honey.” He places the blankets over us. “Good. I deserve it.” I yawn, stretching my legs. He snickers. “I want to cuddle.” I tell him, throwing my body over his, his arms instantly embracing me. “Alright.” He whispers.

“Want to tell me about your day?” He asks, his hand rubbing up and down my back. “Mm, boring. I want to listen to you talk.” I tiredly say, closing my eyes. My arms were around his neck as my right leg hooked over his torso and my left leg laid on the bed. 

“Well, I had to stop Mylo from embarrassing himself in front of Gert for the hundredth time.” He chuckles and I hum out, amused. 

“Then I just helped out Silco and Vander for the rest of the day, just waiting for my lovely girlfriend to come home.” He kisses my head a few times. “You’re obsessed with me.” I whisper. 

“I guess so.” He squeezes me and I let out a small huff. 

“I’m falling asleep.” I mumbled right as I was dozing off. 

“Love you too, hun.” I feel his body shake from him laughing at me but I was already in dreamland to say anything back.

[ms-demeanor]

btw i think remember you used to liveblog dungeon meshi manga before? did you finish the series? what do you think of the overall story?

I read half the series in one day in June and had a WONDERFUL time with it and decided to put it down and let it percolate for a while before reading the rest and then three weeks later the company I work for got bought and my job changed drastically and I found myself not having time to read during the day and being too exhausted to read at night.

I think the overall story (from what i've read so far; I stopped at the chapter called "Rabbits", i know there's a lot of shit coming up) is AMAZING. The paperback volumes of the manga are pretty much the only thing on my wishlist right now and I very much want to read the rest of the series.

Literally just last night I was telling my spouse how much I liked the series and letting him know that if he bought the trades at a specific local comic shop to surprise me with and used my phone number at checkout he'd get a 15% discount on his purchase.

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Starstruck ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna Nicole (OC) is the main character in a huge blockbuster film. When Josh, who has the biggest crush that you could possibly have on a celebrity, finds out about a way to meet the cast, he jumps at the opportunity. And let’s just say that, by the end of the night, his dream girl isn’t such a dream anymore.

Warning: Hefty flirting & lots of smut!

** Josh's POV **

"Morning lovebirds," I sing while hopping in the back seat of my brother and his wife’s SUV.

Trin giggles before matching my energy. "Good morning brotherrrr!"

"Morning uce," Jon replies, reaching back and doing our handshake. “You ready for today?"

Around a year ago, a romance/action movie named "Life in the Fast Lane" came out and it quickly became one of our favorites to watch together as a group.

Today, Netflix is hosting a preview of the sequel that's coming out in about two weeks.

It includes a watch party, food, drinks, and we even get to meet the cast from the movie on our way out.

"Hell yeah," I reply, buckling my seatbelt.

"He's ready to see his womannnn!" Trin teases, looking back and wiggling her eyebrows.

Jon snickers and I nod, not even denying it.

One of the main actresses from the movie, Gianna Nicole, will be at the event.

Since the movie came out, I've had the fattest crush on her.

"Damn right!" I reply, dancing in my seat.

We all share a laugh along with some jam sessions and small talk on the rest of the way to the theatre.

—————————————————————————————————

The movie just ended and it's time to meet the cast.

"There she is," Trin says just above a whisper, as we watch Gianna interact with a fan from afar.

I turn to them, running a hand through my freshly cut mullet. "How do I look?"

Jon bursts into laughter and Trin playfully whacks him.

"You look good Josh," she reassures me, brushing off my collar. "You've got this."

I nod and walk on over to the back of the line in front of Gianna’s table.

As it gets shorter, I feel my heart race faster and faster.

Soon enough, the person that was once in front of me shares a hug with her and walks away, allowing security to let me through.

Once we make eye contact, she stops in her tracks and tilts her head.

As if she’s putting the thought aside, she shakes her head quickly.

"Heyy!" she coos sweetly, holding out her hand.

"Hi," I reply, taking and shaking it. "I'm Josh."

"It's so nice to meet you," she exclaims, smiling. "Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for having me," I reply, smiling back.

Fuck. She's even more gorgeous in person.

"Aw thank you," she says shyly, blushing and looking down.

Josh you fucking idiot!

"Oh god I-I'm sorry," I say, mentally face palming myself. "I must've been thinking out loud."

She chuckles. "It's alright. I appreciate the compliment anyway."

I laugh awkwardly, looking back at Jon and Trin.

They're interacting with another actor and, as if the twin connection is stronger than ever, Jon looks over at me and gives me a thumbs up.

I nod quickly and look back at Gianna, who's signing a movie ticket - one of the collectibles they're giving away.

I thank her once she hands it to me.

"Anytime Jey," she replies, smiling and capping her Sharpie.

I stop in my tracks. "You know who I am?"

She chuckles lightly. "Of course! I'm a huge fan of WWE. It took me a second to realize it was really you though."

"Always nice to meet a fan," I reply with a wink.

She playfully rolls her eyes and flashes a gorgeous smile. "For both of us I'd say."

We share a laugh and take a picture.

"Thanks so much for this," I coo, as we share one final hug.

"Of course," she exclaims, pulling away. "It was awesome to meet you."

"You too," I reply.

We exchange smiles and I walk outside, where my brother and sister in law are waiting.

"Sooo," Jon begins, walking over with Trin once the door to the building closes and we're out of earshot. "How'd it go?"

I smile, shrugging. "Pretty well. She's a fan of WWE and recognized me."

"Shut up!" Trin squeals in shock.

I chuckle and look back, watching Gianna through the clear glass window. "I was surprised too. I just hope she comes to one of the shows or something."

She looks back and, once we make eye contact, smiles and waves.

I do the same and she goes back to her conversation with the final fan in line.

"Trin and I are gonna go get the car," Jon exclaims, taking his keys out of his pocket. "You wanna stay here or?"

He nods toward inside when saying that last part.

I nod as well, sliding my hands into my jean pockets. "Sure, you guys go. I'll be here."

He nods, claps me on the back, grabs Trin's hand, and they walk off towards the parking garage.

I lean against the building and scroll on my phone until, moments later, I hear the door open.

I look over and see the woman of my dreams once again.

"Oh," she begins. "Hey again!"

I flash her a smile. "Hey. Your meet n greet over?"

"Yeah just about," she replies, putting her hands in her jacket pockets. "Technically there's still five minutes left, but that was my last fan and I figured I should head home early while I have the chance, you know?"

I nod. "I get you."

Awkward silence, with just the faint sound of Atlanta traffic up the street, takes over before she speaks up again.

She smiles and nods as well, before taking a deep breath. "Well, it was nice seeing you again."

"Yeah you too," I reply as she starts to walk off.

Come on Josh. You've got this bro.

"Hey! Wait up!" I call, making her turn around.

"Yeah?" she asks, slowly strolling back.

I take another deep breath.

"W-would uh," I stutter.

She smiles softly, tilting her head.

Get it together uce!

"I was just wondering if you'd....like to go out sometime?"

She raises an eyebrow and smiles wider. "You? Wanna go out with me?"

I blink a few times before responding. "Y-yeah. Unless you don't want to. Then that's fine. I just wanted to ask b-"

"I'd love to," she responds, cutting me off before chuckling.

Thank god.

I let out a sigh of relief and smile. "Good. Great. Uh how about tonight? I know some nice spots here in Atlanta if you need some showing around."

She nods. "Sure. That sounds nice."

We hand each other our phones and exchange numbers, as well as her hotel address.

"Awesome," I exclaim, as we share another hug. "I'll see you tonight."

"See you then!" she calls as she's walking away.

I catch a nice glimpse of her ass before being rudely interrupted by my brother, who's calling me from the curb.

"Shut up! I'm coming!"

—————————————————————————————————

** Gianna's POV **

I picked out a casual but still chic outfit for tonight: a black corset, some ripped jeans with a Gucci belt, panda dunks to match Josh, some cute jewelry, and a black purse.

I touch up my hair in my hotel bathroom mirror and spray some of my favorite perfume: Into the Night by Bath and Body Works.

I'm actually really excited about this "date" that Josh is taking me on.

I've been a fan of him and his twin for a while now.

The only thing is, I don't have the best history with guys.

They've all just kinda used me for my looks and lost interest once they found out that I'm not some rich Hollywood snob.

So I definitely plan on treading lightly tonight.

Anyway, I genuinely hope that Josh is different.

I really like him.

And he gets bonus points for being fine as hell. Duh!

My text tone shakes me out of my thoughts and I smile when I see who it is.

Josh 🫦: Hey love. I'm outside.

Gianna 😮‍💨: Heyy I'll be right there! 🫶🏽

Josh liked "Heyy I'll be right there! 🫶🏽"

I do some final touches to my appearance, grab my bag, and head out.

"Hey girl," Josh coos, scanning my body up and down. "You look amazing."

I smile and blush lightly. "Thank you. You do too."

He smiles and wraps me into a hug, to which I respond with my arms around his waist and my head on his chest.

God he smells incredible.

Once we pull away, he opens the passenger door for me and takes my hand, helping me in.

"Such a gentleman," I tease, flicking my hair back.

He smirks goofily and kisses my hand, causing us both to share a laugh.

Soon enough, he hops in as well and we're off.

The car ride is so much fun, filled with small talk and our favorite songs playing.

—————————————————————————————————

Josh took me to, what he called, all of the top spots in Atlanta.

From Atlanta Botanical Garden, to World of Coca Cola, and even Piedmonts Park, everything was such a blast.

We're ending our night out with his personal favorite place: Waffle House.

He orders us his go-to: two waffles with chocolate chips, six scrambled eggs with cheese, & triple scattered and covered hash browns.

"And for your drinks?" the waiter asks, after jotting down our order on his notepad.

I look over at Josh, signaling him to hook me up with that as well.

He chuckles and looks back at the man. "We'll do four lemonades please."

"You got it," the younger man replies, taking our menus.

Once he walks away, I raise an eyebrow out of curiosity.

"Yup four," Josh says, as if he could read my mind. "All that food makes you extra thirsty, you know what I mean?"

"Ah," I reply, nodding my head slowly.

He smiles and looks back up once the waiter returns with our lemonades.

"Thanks uce," Josh says, sliding two over to me.

"No problem," the man says, patting him on the shoulder. "Your food will be out shortly."

"They love you here," I exclaim, twisting off the cap.

He chuckles and nods. "Yeah I'm here all the time. My entire family loves it here. Even my kids."

I raise my eyebrows and take a sip of my drink. "Kids?"

He nods. "Yeah I got two of 'em. Two boys. Jeyce and Jaciyah. They're my world."

I smile, tilting my head. "That's so sweet."

He smiles back.

I take a deep breath before speaking up again. "And their mom?"

He sighs. "We were together since high school and mutually divorced about a year ago. The distance with my work wasn't really working out."

I nod understandably.

"I think it's hard on them sometimes," he continues. "The whole split parents thing. But they're great."

I give him a soft smile. "Yeah I get it. My parents split up when I was young too. It's not easy."

He nods and gently bites his lower lip.

"But they have a great dad to keep them grounded," I continue, taking his hand from across the table.

He looks into my eyes and flashes me a gorgeous smile. "Thank you, Gi."

I smile back, nodding. "Sure."

He looks back down at our hands and strokes mine with his thumb.

The faint sound of other patrons' silverware hitting their plates takes over before he speaks up again.

"What about you?" he asks, breaking the comfortable silence. "Any kids or anything?"

I shake my head, biting the inside of my cheek. "Nah nothing like that. Though I think it'd be nice someday."

He nods his head, still stroking my hand.

"I guess I just never met the right person," I say just above a whisper.

We lock eyes, resulting in me blushing like a maniac.

He chuckles. "Well sometimes, the right person can be found in the places you least expect them."

I nod and tilt my head. "Like at a Waffle House?"

He chuckles, nodding. "Like at a Waffle House."

I join in and, as if on cue, the waiter comes back with our food.

We dig in and let me just say: I get the hype!

—————————————————————————————————

Josh and I just pulled up back to my hotel.

Once again, he opens the passenger door for me and leads me into the building and to my room.

"You wanna stay for a little while?" I ask, fishing my room key out of my purse.

He shakes his head. "Nah, I really shouldn't. Uce and I got a flight early tomorrow morning and his wife would kill me if we're late."

I chuckle, nodding. "Understandable."

He takes a deep breath before breaking the silence. "You plan on coming to any shows soon?"

I shrug while inserting the key and opening my door. "I haven't thought about it, to be honest."

Another gorgeous smile grows on his face. "Say the words and I'll book you the next flight out. I'd kill to see you again, baby."

I lean against the doorway and fold my arms across my chest, raising an eyebrow. "Baby, huh? Are you flirting with me, Joshua Fatu?"

"Maybe I am," he replies, cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck, playing with his curls. "You really are something else."

"And you love it," he replies sexily, trailing his hands down my sides.

I roll my eyes playfully and giggle as he pulls me closer and places his lips on mine.

I automatically kiss back, standing on my tippy toes as his hands roam down to my lower back, dangerously close to my ass.

With every stroke, I fall deeper and deeper in love.

He's most definitely the one.

He has to be.

It’s a real nice kiss and, not gonna lie, I was pretty bummed when it ended.

"Mmm," Josh moans against my lips, slowly pulling away from me. "On second thought, I could always drive back home in the morning."

I giggle, still playing with his hair. "Are you sure? I don't want your sister in law to hate me before we even get the chance to meet."

He chuckles and pecks my lips, stroking my sides. "I'm sure, baby. Let's go inside. I'm tryna have a good ole night witchu."

I smirk and take his hand, leading us into my hotel room, and he shuts and locks the door behind us.

"Make yourself at home," I exclaim, tossing my purse aside. "I'm gonna change out of these clothes."

He nods, sitting on the sofa. "Aight, love. I'll be here. Take your time."

I shoot him a soft smile and head into the bedroom.

After about a minute or two of looking through my luggage, I find a cute and comfy pajama set.

I change and head into the connected bathroom to do my nighttime routine - including taking off my makeup and throwing my hair into a bun.

I walk back out to the living room space and Josh looks up from his phone when he sees me, immediately scanning my body while licking his lips.

"I know you ain't lookin that good in some damn pajamas," he compliments, tossing his phone aside.

I playfully roll my eyes and take a seat on the couch next to him. "Thank you."

"Nah girl," he says, patting his lap. "This right here is the spot."

I giggle and give in, throwing my leg across him and straddling him.

"Happy?" I ask sarcastically, leaning into him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

He hums in approval, nodding and immediately grabbing handfuls of my ass. "I got the baddest chick in the world on my lap.

I smirk and kiss the corner of his mouth. "I don't know about in the world, but I'll take it."

"Girl bring yo ass-" he places his lips on mine, resuming our steamy kiss from earlier.

I giggle against his lips, immediately tangling my fingers in his curls and adding tongue.

He lets out a deep and sexy moan, as our tongues fight for dominance.

Of course, his wins.

Soon enough, without breaking the kiss, he gets up, bringing me with him.

Knowing what's coming next, I wrap my legs around his waist and deepen the kiss, holding either side of his face.

When we get into the bedroom, he sits down on my bed and breaks us apart, both of us breathing heavily and panting.

"Baby," he begins, stroking my thighs. "I know what you was saying earlier at dinner. You mentioned wanting to take things slow?"

I sigh deeply, playing with his chain. "I wanted to. But after today, I trust you Josh."

He smiles as if he's relieved. "You sure?"

I nod, biting my lip and giving him a soft smile. "You took such good care of me today. I loved every second of my time with you. And none of that is anything I'm used to."

He nods understandably, cupping and stroking my face.

"I know we just met," I continue. "But I wanna go all the way with you. You're different, Joshua. And I love that."

He smirks and kisses my cheek. "I promise to take care of you, baby. If you'll let me."

I nod, sliding my hands up his chest and onto his shoulders. "I trust you, daddy."

He raises an eyebrow. "Daddy, huh?"

I blush and lean in, pressing our lips together once more.

He automatically kisses back, picks us up again, and lays me down on the bed.

** smut warning! **

Breaking the kiss once again, he stands up, discards everything except his boxers, and tosses everything across the room.

Fuck he's gorgeous.

I prop myself up on my elbows and bite my lip, admiring his cultural tattoos.

"I think I'm a little overdressed," I say, just above a whisper. "Help me?"

He licks his lips and reaches down to peel off my top and bottoms, leaving me in only my pink lace panties.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "Look atchu, baby."

I stare deep into his eyes, which scan my entire body and land on the pool between my legs.

"Soaked for me already, hm?"

I let out a breathless moan as he kneels down and strokes my folds back and forth with his thumb.

"Your moans are so gorgeous," he compliments, and kisses each of my thighs.

I can't help but slide my own hand into my underwear and pleasure myself.

He chuckles deviously. "Greedy little girl, aren't you?"

"D-daddy I need you," I manage to say, rubbing tiny circles onto my clit.

"You got me baby," he replies and slowly pulls down my panties, finally leaving me fully nude.

He practically drools at the sight he's brought with.

"Pretty ass pussy," he practically moans, stroking my thighs. "Spread that shit for me, princess."

I do so with my index and middle fingers, spreading open my lips.

He feathers light kisses onto my pearl, before darting out his tongue and giving my clit a singular lick.

"Daddyyyy!" I whine, wrapping my fingers in his dreamy curls. "Stop teasing meee!"

Just then, he catches me off guard and shoves his face between my legs.

Moans uncontrollably leave my mouth and my back immediately arches as his tongue flicks and lips suck desperately.

Just minutes later, I feel a pit in my stomach, signaling that I'm slowly but surely hitting my climax.

"J-Josh," I manage to get out between moans. "B-baby I'm gonna-"

And before I can finish my sentence, I've released not only in his mouth, but all over his beard.

"Cum," I mutter, finishing my sentence.

He chuckles and licks me clean before heading back up to me.

"You taste incredible baby," he coos, and presses his lips to mine.

I automatically kiss back and moan at the sweet taste of my essence, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I tug on his bottom lip gently before pulling away.

"Lay back handsome," I demand, crawling down to his waist.

"Mmm," he moans, slapping my ass. "Go get yo dick, baby."

I rub his hard on through his boxers as he watches on, stroking my hair.

I pull them down slowly, allowing his massive dick to spring free.

My jaw practically drops at his size.

At least 8 inches, so veiny, and the most perfect bright pink tip.

Not wasting a second, I grab it by the base and trail kisses up and down his length.

"Fuuuuck," I hear him whisper, throwing his head back.

I smirk and start adding tongue, swirling my tongue around the tip and eventually sucking him off.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and takes control, bobbing my head up and down.

I immediately gag once he reaches the back of my throat, letting the utmost amount of saliva drip down to his balls.

"Fuck," I mutter, jacking him off once my mouth is empty again. "Daddy you're huge."

He smiles at the compliment and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're doing so good, ma."

I bite my lip and immediately go back to pleasuring him, this time sucking his balls.

His hips jerk at the feeling, deep and sexy moans uncontrollably pouring out of him.

"That's it baby," he whispers. "Getcho nut."

Just then, an idea comes to me.

I scoot up and wrap his dick in between my breasts, and start bouncing up and down.

"Shit," he mutters.

"Wanna feel them daddy?" I offer, before sticking my tongue out and letting saliva drip down my chest.

He smirks and sits up.

"Fuck baby," he moans, massaging them and toying with my now rock hard nipples. "They're so soft."

I blush at the compliment and start bouncing again, making direct eye contact with him.

About another minute goes by before, without warning, he releases all over my chest and breasts, his dick twitching from the after effects.

I scoop some up with my finger and suck on it repeatedly, cleaning myself up.

"You're wild girl," he coos, sitting up and pulling me in by my hips, making me stand between his legs.

"Mmm and you love that," I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He puckers his lips and I gladly accept, leaning down and placing my lips on his.

We only share a quick peck, before he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

I moan, throwing my head back and running my fingers through his mullet.

"P-please," I whine, as he reaches down and starts stroking my clit some more.

He hums, pulling his face away after placing a kiss on my left areola. "Please what baby?"

I can't manage to get a singular word out, as I'm practically riding his fingers.

"Talk to daddy," he demands, stopping them.

"I-I nee-need you inside me s-so badly Josh," I say in between moans, still grinding my hips.

"Good girl," he coos, and pulls my hips down, making me hover over him.

I reach down, line his dick up with my pussy, and carefully sit down on it.

"Oh fuck," he whispers, grabbing and caressing my ass. "Mama you're so tight."

"And you're so big," I say breathlessly, holding onto his shoulders for support.

We lean in and share a quick kiss before he starts moving.

"Feels good baby?" he reassures.

"Uh huh," I moan in reply, massaging my tits with my head thrown back.

He smirks and kisses my cheek.

"F-faster please da-addy," I stutter. "F-fuck me faster."

"You got it sexy girl," he replies, and starts thrusting harder and faster, bouncing me up and down by my ass.

"Oh yes!" I practically scream, burying my face into his neck.

"Fuck," he mutters, as the strokes become more sloppy and louder.

"Sit up baby," he demands. "I gotta cum."

I shake my head, bouncing some more. "Cum in me, daddy. Please."

His mouth drops open. "A-are you sure?"

I nod quickly in response. "I'm on b-birth control, baby. Fill m-me up please."

"Alright," he gives in. "But you gotta cum with me, baby. Deal?"

"U-uh huh," I reply, reaching down and rubbing fast circles on my clit.

Soon enough, we both explode all over each other.

** smut over! **

I climb off of him and fall onto the bed.

He smiles softly, rubbing deep circles into my back dimples. "You feel good, baby?"

I nod, my mouth still hanging open.

He chuckles and squeezes my cheeks gently.

He brings my face up to his and allows our lips to meet once more.

"Mmm," I moan into his mouth breathlessly before pulling away. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Me?" he asks, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. "Girl you're incredible.”

I blush lightly as he continues to compliment me in between kisses.

"How does a bath sound?" he asks, stroking my face with his knuckle.

"Like heaven," I reply, dreamily staring into his eyes and stroking his hair.

He smiles and places a kiss on my lower lip before getting up.

I watch on as his fat and firm ass walks away and disappears into the bathroom.

We spend the rest of the night stealing more kisses from each other, making more small talk, and just overall enjoying each other.

I truly don't think I've ever felt this way for anyone - not recently anyway.

"Get some rest mama," Josh coos before kissing my hair.

I smile, stroking his chest, which my head is laid on as well. "Goodnight, love."

Soon enough, we both doze off to sleep to the sound of each other's breathing.

Is it possible to be in love with someone you only met 12 hours ago?

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[narafeedee]

so suffice to say, i will be putting fresh batteries in my scale when i get home, because the doctors office Friday put me +10lbs from what i expected based on my weight the night before at home. i weighed myself with the scale at the house i’m staying at last night and it turns out the doctors office was right…

i can feel where my belly is sticking out more and where it’s harder to bend over. my inner thighs are starting to crowd each other again, the fat is fighting to push past each other with every step. my fupa keeps getting caught between my thighs, there isn’t enough room to sit comfortably without my legs spread wide. i’m starting to feel my forearms plump up again and brush against the plush fat hanging off my upper arms.

and i will be listening to feedist subliminals and encouragement the rest of my shift 😇 someone’s back on the crazy traaaaaain

[nochedie]

intertwined, sewn together

pairing: sam winchester x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wordcount: 1k ish

summary: just some late night talking

a/n: hehe… um 😳 i actually haven’t written anything for 7 YEARS! and i haven’t ever written for spn before! so please be gentle with me 🙏 i am working on a soulless sam fic but it’s becoming pretty long soo i decided to just do a little fluffy drabble in the meantime! i have a migraine so im sorry if it makes little to no sense :) i read through a couple times and i cant tell if its bad or if i just hate my own writing (definitely the last one but it might be both 😌☝🏼) anyways i love sam and i needed some fluff! much love and please enjoy 🫶🏼

“do you ever think about… the future? for us?” you and sam were laying next to each other in the motel room double bed, alone in the room. dean was out at the nearest bar, and told you both not to wait up. you always cherished the alone time with sam.

he turned to face you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “all the time.”

“and what do you think about?” you took in each and every inch of his face, the sculpt of his jaw, his eyes which held a look of admiration as they looked into yours.

“i think about… one day being able to just… live. you know? me and you. forever.” his voice held some sadness. and you knew exactly why. you could think about this all you wanted, but the life you led… it could never be normal. sam had tried before, he had tried to be normal, tried to live a normal life. but everything fell apart. you knew he still felt that pain. he wanted so badly to be normal. but he was a winchester.

“maybe we can’t live some suburban life. but we don’t need that to live, sam… sure, our job is dangerous but… well we’re still here, aren’t we? we’ve made it this long.”

“y/n…” you reached out to touch his cheek, and his eyes closed at the feeling, completely relaxing into your touch. “i just… every single day i wake up and worry that something is going to happen to you.”

“hmm… it almost sounds like you don’t think i can fend for myself. you know i can beat a vampire with my bare hands!” you definitely could not.

sam’s laughter filled the room almost immediately, “oh, suddenly you have super strength?”

“you don’t know what i have.” you feigned offence, pulling out of his grasp and turning your body away from him.

“um… what do you think you’re doing?” he spoke between chuckles, slipping his arms around your torso, pulling you flush against him. “let me see your pretty face, love.”

“only if you admit that i have fists of steel and i could absolutely kill a vampire with no weapon.” sam had killed gordon with nothing more than a bit of wire, so this wasn’t the most unrealistic claim.

“right. you’re right, honey. vampires watch out! y/n’s coming! with… maybe chicken wire?”

“you’re mean.”

he practically erupted into laughter, more of an endearing laughter than anything else. he gave you a tight squeeze from behind, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“turn around please, honey. i promise i’ll stop.”

you heeded his request, turning in his embrace so that your faces were but centimetres apart.

“there you are.” he took a deep breath in as he studied every inch of your face, taking in each small detail, each feature which made up the face he loved so much.

you slid one arm around his torso and rest the other on his chest, shuffling as close as you could and letting your eyes close.

“you getting tired?” sam reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, leaving only a sliver of light in the room from the outside street lights.

“just a little. but let’s keep talking, okay?”

“alright, love. what do you want to talk about?” he shifted onto his back and put his arm around you, leading your head to rest against his shoulder, while one arm kept resting on his chest.

“chicken wire.” you stifled a laugh.

sam looked up at the ceiling, a wide smile plastered on his lips. these were his favorite moments with you, and he adored how you could immediately switch his mood.

this hunt in particular had been tough, but it was over now, and this was your last night in the motel before heading to sioux falls in the morning to meet with bobby. the hunt forced sam into some uncomfortable thoughts. you had come far too close to danger, and it sent him into a spiral worrying about you. he hadn’t even thought about what he would do if he lost you, but it felt like he had been hit head on by the thought. he really couldn’t live without you, he knew that for a fact. tonight, he was really feeling it. all he wanted to do was hold you close and never let go. but this conversation with you, your optimism and your smile, just you, allowed sam to feel a genuine content.

“i love you.” he whispered, planting a kiss on top of your head.

you hadn’t realised how tired you were, and you had already drifted to sleep. after a few minutes, sam did the same.

****

you opened your eyes to see sam looking back at you, already awake. “good morning, love.”

“good morning.” you stretched your limbs, sitting up in the bed before looking around the room. “dean didn’t come back last night?”

“he did, he went out to pack up the car. you slept in pretty late.”

“hmm.. well we better get ready and hit the road, then?”

“or… we could cuddle for a bit.” he tugged on your arm, attempting to coax you to lay back.

“sammy.. you just said i slept in pretty late.”

“and did i say that was a bad thing?” cue two more arm tugs.

just as you were about to lay back down and into sam’s arms, you heard a few knocks, followed by dean’s voice through the door. “cars packed up, you kids have got fifteen minutes or i’m leaving you behind!”

“i guess no cuddling today.” sam has to suppress a whine as he reluctantly gets out of bed.

“do you think we have time for a shower?”

“oh, definitely.” you jump out of bed and grab sam’s outstretched hand, following him into the bathroom.

[eliaah]

you're drunk !

characters: yami sukehiro, fuegoleon vermillion, nozel silva, & william vangeance

tags: fluff , multi characters x fem reader

a/n: i'm back with the scenarios ! sorry if it's been awhile, i'm just really busy with school and all

🍂 YAMI SUKEHIRO

The cool night air wrapped around you as you stumbled along the path, still feeling the warmth of the drinks you had with Yami back at the tavern. The night had been filled with loud laughter and challenges from overly confident patrons that Yami either shrugged off or jokingly threatened to handle with his sword.

Yami walked beside you, hands shoved casually into his pockets, his steps as steady as ever despite the amount of beer he’d downed. He glanced at you, clearly entertained by your struggle to walk in a straight line. “You’re wobbling like a newborn deer.” he teased, his smirk growing wider.

You shot him a glare, though you knew it lacked any real bite. “I’m not wobbling.” you insisted stubbornly, your voice slurring just a little. “I could walk a straight line if I wanted to.”

Yami raised an eyebrow, his grin daring you. “Oh yeah? Prove it.” He stopped, crossing his arms over his chest, clearly enjoying this far too much.

With an overly determined look, you tried to step forward, concentrating so hard that your tongue peeked out between your lips. But despite your best effort, your feet betrayed you, and you tripped. Yami quickly caught you, pulling you upright and steadying you against his chest.

“Yeah, real convincing.” he chuckled, keeping his strong arm around your waist. “Remind me to never let you talk yourself into a drinking contest again. You’d end up starting a bar brawl and lose.”

You scowled up at him, though you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at your own clumsiness. “I don’t need your help, Captain.” you grumbled, but you made no effort to move out of his hold. “I’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

His smirk grew more teasing. “Sure, Miss Independent.” he said, leaning in closer. “You’re strong as hell, but right now, you’re about as coordinated as a fish out of water. Admit it.”

“Never.” you shot back. But your pride softened, and you couldn’t hold back a smile. You let yourself rest in his embrace, at least for now.

Yami seemed pleased, but he wasn’t done teasing you yet. His eyes glinted with amusement as he added, “You know, you’re lucky I’m here to catch you when you do something reckless. Otherwise, I’d be scraping you off the pavement.”

You gasped, playfully swatting at his chest. “You’re the worst!” you exclaimed, though a grin spread across your face. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

Yami shrugged, his smirk never fading. “Probably because I’m devastatingly handsome.” he said, then leaned in close, his voice dropping to a mock whisper. “And because you’re hopelessly in love with me.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart skipped a beat. “Arrogant as ever.” you shot back, though the affection in your voice was undeniable. “One day, that ego of yours is going to be your downfall.”

“Maybe,” he replied, squeezing you a little tighter as the two of you continued down the road. “But at least I’ll have you to catch me when I fall, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, you big idiot. Just don’t make me regret it.”

Yami let out a soft chuckle, and for a moment, the silliness fell away, replaced by a genuine warmth that lingered between you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” he said, his voice unusually gentle before he quickly added, “Now hurry up. I don’t feel like carrying your drunk ass home if you pass out on me.”

You burst out laughing, nudging him playfully as the two of you continued down the path. The night felt perfect, and for a moment, you let yourself enjoy leaning into his warmth, knowing that your silly, playful love would always make you feel this light.

🍂 FUEGOLEON VERMILLION

The mission had been a resounding success, but the celebration that followed had clearly taken its toll on you. Fuegoleon had joined the squad in raising a glass—or several—to the victory, but unlike you, he’d known when to stop. You, on the other hand, had indulged a little too freely in the wine.

Now, you found yourself lying on your bed, your limbs feeling heavy, and your head buzzing in that telltale way that meant you’d had far too much to drink. Fuegoleon sat on the edge of the bed, carefully removing your boots as you mumbled incoherent protests.

“You don’t have to do that.” you slurred weakly, though your attempt at resistance was half-hearted at best.

“And yet here I am.” Fuegoleon replied calmly, his voice laced with patience as he set your boots aside. “It seems tonight I have the honor of looking after you, my love.”

You blinked up at him, a hazy smile tugging at your lips. “You’re too good to me.” you murmured, the warmth of the wine in your system amplifying your emotions. “I don’t deserve you.”

Fuegoleon chuckled softly, reaching for a damp cloth. “If that’s true, then what does that say about me? I’m the one who chooses to stay by your side.”

You let out a breathy laugh, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment before you peeked at him again. “Probably that you’re too noble for your own good.”

“Or perhaps,” he countered, his voice quieter now, “I simply know a treasure when I see one.”

The words made your cheeks heat, and you let out a shy laugh. “Stop, you’re gonna make me cry.” you said teasingly, though your voice cracked ever so slightly.

Fuegoleon smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face before running the damp cloth over your hands. “No tears tonight, sweetheart. Only rest.”

You watched him in silence for a moment, taking in the way his purple eyes glowed softly in the lamplight, his every movement deliberate and tender. “You’re really handsome, you know that?” you murmured, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

Fuegoleon paused, glancing down at you with a look of amused surprise. “Am I now?”

You nodded with conviction, your voice growing dreamier. “Mm-hmm. Handsome and kind and strong and... warm. You’re everything, Fuegoleon.”

A faint blush colored his cheeks, but his smile didn’t waver as he set the cloth aside. “You’ve had too much to drink, my love.” he said softly, leaning in closer. “But I’ll take your words to heart.”

“I mean it.” you insisted, your voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re amazing. And I love you.”

He cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “I love you too.” he murmured, his voice full of warmth. “Now rest. You’ve earned it.”

You hummed in contentment, your eyes fluttering closed as sleep began to claim you.

Fuegoleon stayed by your side, his hand resting lightly over yours as he watched you drift into peaceful slumber. Even as the night stretched on, he remained there, his heart full and his resolve unshaken. For all your stubbornness and mischief, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

🍂 NOZEL SILVA

The night had gone exactly as Nozel predicted—messy. You’d gone out to celebrate your friend’s birthday, promising him you wouldn’t overdo it. Yet here you were, kneeling on the bathroom floor, your stomach emptying every last drop of the party’s "fun."

Nozel stood behind you, his hand carefully holding your hair back, the other steadying you with a light touch on your shoulder. His usual pristine demeanor was intact, save for the slight furrow in his brow and his sleeves rolled up—a rare sight that might’ve made you laugh if you weren’t currently miserable.

“I should’ve known.” he muttered, his voice calm but tinged with irritation. “Letting you go to a party unsupervised was clearly a mistake.”

You groaned, wiping your mouth weakly. “It was... one night. I don’t always do this.”

“Precisely why you don’t handle it well.” he replied, offering you a glass of water. “Drink. Slowly.”

You took the glass, sipping carefully before giving him a half-hearted grin. “Look at you, Sir High and Mighty, tending to a lowly drunk like me. Isn’t this beneath you, Captain Silva?”

He raised an eyebrow, his grip on your hair steady. “It’s certainly testing my patience.”

You laughed weakly, leaning against the wall. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this just a little. You love me too much to leave me here.”

He let out a sharp sigh, though his hand on your back moved in slow, soothing circles. “Loving you doesn’t mean I enjoy watching you throw up.”

You cooed, turning to look up at him with a tired smile. “You said you love me. That’s rare. Must be the alcohol working its magic.”

“Don’t push your luck.” he replied, though the faintest smile tugged at his lips. “Now stop talking nonsense and rest.”

“But you’re so handsome when you’re annoyed.” you teased, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch as he helped you shift into a more comfortable position. “It’s like... brooding prince energy.”

“Foolish woman.” he muttered, shaking his head, though his fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“You'll live.” you murmured, your voice softening as sleep started to creep in. “You’d miss me too much if I wasn’t around to drive you crazy.”

Nozel paused, his amber eyes softening as he gazed at you. “Perhaps.” he admitted, his voice so low you almost didn’t hear it. “Now sleep, before you say anything else you’ll regret.”

You gave a small laugh, your head lolling to the side as exhaustion overtook you. “No regrets... just you.”

As your breathing evened out, Nozel sighed, his hand lingering on your back for a moment longer before he stood. He quietly adjusted the blanket draped over you, his usual sharpness replaced by a rare tenderness.

“Rest well, my love.” he murmured, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “I’ll be here.”

🍂 WILLIAM VANGEANCE

It had been one of those days where everything felt overwhelmingly boring. After a mission, everyone had dispersed to rest, and you found yourself wandering the halls, feeling antsy. The idea of a drink crossed your mind—just to pass the time and try something new. You'd never really been interested in alcohol, but today, curiosity got the better of you.

You found an unopened bottle of something fruity-looking in the pantry, poured yourself a small glass, and took a sip. It wasn’t bad. A little sweet, a little tangy. You went back for another, and before long, you’d emptied half the bottle. You could feel it starting to settle in—everything was a bit fuzzy, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

After a while, the alcohol made you feel a little too good, a little too brave. You thought about how lovely it would be to visit William. You had to tell him something important, after all.

You made your way to his office, swaying slightly as you walked, still feeling the warmth spread through you. When you entered, William looked up from his desk, and for a moment, his expression was a mix of surprise and concern.

"Y/N?" he asked, standing up immediately, his brow furrowed in worry. "What’s wrong?"

You smiled up at him, feeling unusually lighthearted. Without thinking, you dropped to one knee in front of him. “William Vangeance.” you said dramatically, though your voice was slightly slurred. “Will you marry me?”

William froze, his eyes widening, clearly taken aback. "Y/N, what are you—" His voice softened as he rushed over, kneeling in front of you. “You’re drunk.”

You giggled, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “I’m not drunk, I just… really love you.” you said, trying to focus on him. “You’re kind and smart and… and perfect. How could I not want to marry you?”

William’s expression softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached out and gently cupped your face, his touch tender. “My love,” he said softly, “You’re a little tipsy right now, aren’t you?”

You nodded, still smiling up at him, completely at ease. “Maybe. But it’s still true.” you said, your voice warm with affection. “You’re everything to me, William. I’m lucky to know you.”

He chuckled lightly, the worry in his eyes replaced by something softer. “You’re adorable when you’re drunk.” he murmured, his voice fond as he helped you sit back down on the floor. “But I think we should get you comfortable. You’re not thinking straight.”

You pouted, but it was more playful than anything. “I am thinking straight.” you said, leaning into his chest as he wrapped his arm around you, helping you to the couch. “I’m just being honest.”

William's arms wrapped around you more securely as he guided you onto the couch. He sat beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His voice was calm, but affectionate. “You’ve always been honest with me, even when you're sober. But I think tonight, we’ll keep the marriage talk for another day.”

You relaxed into his embrace, still feeling giddy and safe in his arms. “But one day, though.” you murmured, your eyes fluttering a little. “Promise me we’ll talk about it when I’m not… all wobbly.”

William smiled softly, his heart full of affection for you. “I promise.” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But for now, just rest. You’ve had a long day, my love.”

You hummed, leaning into his warmth, the world around you beginning to fade into the comfort of his arms. “You’re so sweet, William. I’m glad you’re here.”

He held you close, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m always here for you, Y/N. Always.”

You sighed contentedly, letting the last of your energy slip away as you drifted off in his embrace.

[nightlyrequiem]

How would Valeria deal with a significant other who is a pop star? How would the two navigate a relationship like that considering that one of them is in the spotlight?

Oh there is lots of potential for angst here.... but I have to reel myself back and keep things happy.

What an interesting dynamic too. In the real world, I feel like Popstar!Reader would be in hot water for dating such an awful person.

Valeria x Popstar!Reader

I don't see Valeria as the type to listen to pop. A few songs here and there but I think she prefers 90s rap or even dramatic classical music. She had heard some of your songs playing on the radio and liked them enough to give your name a little search. She found you pretty. You had a few scandals, as comes with the job. The music industry is cruel after all.

Maybe it was drug related, relationship drama, you being 'rude' to paparazzi even though you were only standing up for yourself. Her interest in you starts off as not much. She likes some of your music and thinks you're pretty but then she slowly starts lurking about on your socials. She doesn't follow you but she regularly checks to see if you've made a new post or a new story. Then she starts saving pictures of you. Any kind that catches her eye but a lot of them are you in more revealing outfits.

She feels frustration and jealousy whenever she sees you with friends. You posted one story where you were side hugging some guy and she was in a foul mood all day. She firmly believes that if you and her had met that she'd have a chance with you.

And meet you she did! Maybe you live in Mexico or maybe you're on tout there. Either way, by some stroke of luck you wind up in Las Almas. You were at a club, and Valeria was also at the club. The rest is history.

Valeria did in fact have a chance. Surprising to no one really. She is one fine specimen. After a few drinks you two ended up in bed together. it turned from a one night stand into something more.

It wasn't like she thought though. You're famous. You preform. You're a goddamn popstar. Which means you're on social media a lot. Which means you receive a lot of attention. You have a lot of people in your DMs. Not that you really see or answer them. There's just too many for you to do that. But Valeria sees them. You had also posted a story of the two of you cuddled up on the couch. Now everyone wants to know who she is. What she does, and she doesn't like that so much. It's not good for her line of work after all.

It's also a bit of issue for you. Cancel culture isn't real and I stand by that, but some people are unnaturally obsessive and critical of everything a celebrity (Specifically women) does. See Chappel Roan. You feel nervous that someone will somehow figure out what Valeria does for a living.

There's also the matter of you leaving constantly. Going off on trips and tours. It puts a bit of strain on the relationship. Valeria is irrationally worried that you're cheating on her. You've come to an agreement though. Every night, after every show you either call her or send her a text. Just to make sure you two are communicating. Sometimes the time zones are too different and one of you is asleep by the time the other responds but it works. You also send her videos. Of the crowds or of you in your hotel room. Sometimes though, she’ll join you. Not on stage of course but she’ll put on a hat and attend a concert or two to support you. Amazed at how monolithic you seem.

You two also decided that you won't post Valeria at all. and when you talk about her you have to be as vague as possible. For the safety of both of you.

In short, it’s kind of difficult for you two. There’s a lot of issues that need to be resolved but Valeria likes you enough to actually fix them with you.

[paintthetownblack]

Another Night

Eric x reader

Part I ; Part II ; Part III

A goofier take on sharing a coffin with Eric, and some revelations that pull the plot along.

-

Pam refused any and all words from Eric beyond that point, and took her diamond quilted pink coffin, first I had seen it, into the former dungeon, carrying it like a sulking toddler all the way across the main room, to get as far away from me as possible. She saw me as a kind of liability, I couldn't argue with her.

Eric pretended not to care about her silent protest, "if you were really serious about it, you'd go to ground out in the woods." He told her.

"I would, if it weren't already light out." She responded, before slamming the basement door. I can't understand how she manged it. And just before she did, Eric got in one last line "It shouldn't stop you." He certainly didn't mean that. I had only been there three months, as a mere employee, and two days as Eric's human, but I already knew he would rather meet the sun himself than let Pam do it.

Annoyed with his progeny, he took me into the "coffin room". There, like a pile of unused chairs, stood stacked in a corner, a couple of standard coffins. "Who do those belong to?"

"They belonged to vampires who were with us, through the decades. Obviously, they are no longer. Come." I had been so distracted by the idea of ghost vampires eyeing me from behind those coffins, that I missed the double coffin with its red lining peaking out from the edges of the lid. "You're not claustrophobic, are you?" He said, as a way of lightening the mood.

"A bit late to ask me that." Luckily, I wasn't really.

He opened the lid, the lining glowed from inside like a pool of blood. I didn't know why, but I felt suddenly hesitant to sleep next to him. It sounded in my mind more intimate than sex. I knew he was weakened by the sunlight outside, and I was somehow afraid to be next to him, when I felt he was vulnerable. I must have internalized Pam's attitude. But he took my hand and helped me inside, and in feeling his touch, I got a reprieve from my thoughts. For a second there, it was all warm and fuzzy inside my brain.

He let the lid close, and we were in darkness. Eric was completely motionless, as I struggled to find a position. I laid on my back, but my neck bothered me, so I turned to my side, to face away from him, and coming up so close to the fabric lined wooden plank made me claustrophobic, I flipped to my back again, still not comfortable, so I turned to face Eric. "Wanna swap?" I whispered, fully aware of the absurdity of the situation.

"No." I just knew he was smiling, even though I couldn't see him.

"Fine." I fluffed my pillow a bit, barely keeping myself from laughing, as the absurdity increased, and then I settled down somewhat. I bent one knee and nudged him. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, just go to sleep."

"Can I try something?"

"Can you try it quietly?"

I put my arm across him, and leaned by head on his shoulder, that was the neck support I was looking for. He didn't make a sound, or a gesture, which I took to mean he didn't mind me, so I could drift off.

I woke up at some point, during the late afternoon, Eric was still asleep, and I tried not to stir too much, as I pushed the lid ajar and snuck a peak outside. I threw one leg out over the edge, braced my weight against the ground with one hand, and slid out, rolling onto the floor. I would have made a lesser commotion, getting out the normal way. The normal way of getting out of a coffin, the kind of thing I never thought I'd contemplate. Most people only went into coffins, with assistance, of course, and never came back out. There was a rebirth metaphor somewhere in that, and I felt inclined to contemplate it, as I went outside.

The sunset was just a sliver of orange glow on the far horizon now, the warmth of the day still fresh and radiating from the asphalt around me. I could almost hear the distance between myself and the rest of the world, knowing it was just me and the two vampires inside, for miles in each direction.

The door opened behind me, it didn't startle me, it was Eric, his shirt open, his hair messy. "How are you-" I had started.

"The sun is low enough, I'll be fine." He said inspecting the sky, appearing not entirely convinced it was safe for him, but not finding any resistance.

There was Eric Northman, standing against this flame blue and orange sunset, with his guard down, not even stopping to fix his hair, it was like a moment suspended outside of time and space. It should have been impossible.

It comes at a cost. Was the line that echoed through my mind, out of nowhere. Catastrophic thinking. Always ran in the family. I tried to soothe it away, but it had taken over, and spoiled the warm halo descending around the building. Before long, it was pitch black. We hadn't said a word for a long time.

I went towards Eric, he was watching me intently. I stopped about a foot in front of him, and saw his eyes change, like he had just made peace with something, settled into an abstract idea. I outstretched my hands, and he grasped them. "Let's go for a drive." I said. He didn't hesitate, he popped inside, into his office, to get the car keys. When he re-emerged, his shirt was done up neatly, and his hair was smoothed down, he had stopped by a mirror, evidently. But he tossed the keys my way, which surprised me, though I caught them.

I was driving, that was a level of agency above what I expected. We got into his Corvette and did as teenagers do, when they want for privacy, we drove out to a makeout point near Bon Temps, a plateau on the edge of the woods, overlooking the town. There were no other cars, and I was starting to feel the embarrassment, for having driven there. Eric, on the other hand, was having quite the time, fluttering his eyelashes in the passenger seat "Did you bring me here to seduce me?"

"I brought you here, because the view is pretty. But not as pretty as you." Playing into the joke, I felt more at ease.

"Stop. You're making me blush." He had resumed his smoldering gaze and serious tone. "You are beautiful. I don't think I told you that before. For that, I am sorry." I was taken aback by that. We had lost all levity in a few words, but they were lovely words I didn't think I'd hear. And I liked hearing them. I didn't miss the levity.

"You are beautiful." I meant it, but I didn't know if he would believe. "Eric." I held his eyes, his big blue eyes, there was so much emotion in them, when he let them show it, but he often blocked it out, with his unapproachable smug act.

"Anything?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No, nothing." He seemed almost disappointed. And then he leaned over to kiss the top of my head.

The stars shone through the windshield and bathed us in a hazy glow. The windshield was dusty as well, and it added to the mood. There hadn't been a cloud in the sky all summer. That was a consolatory thought, for some reason.

I unhooked my seatbelt and moved over, up on Eric's lap. I pushed aside the hair on my neck, and leaned towards him. His fangs popped out. I held his shoulders, I could feel the muscle striations under my fingertips, it was anchoring. He bit me, holding the back of my head with a kind of care that said volumes. My whole body was aching for him, I felt my pulse reach down between my legs. What was it about my bloodline that made being bitten by a vampire seem so erotic? If that was even to blame.

Eric let go, and pulled my head down to his shoulder. I let the intensity wash over me. And I listened. There obviously was no heartbeat to listen to, there was mine, and it was rapid. However, next to it, I was hearing another rhythm, slower, less even, not a heart, a sea, with waves lapping at the shore. I could smell it, and I could see it. It was clear and cold, and the eyes through which I was seeing were low to the ground and moving sporadically across the beach, they seemed to be the eyes of a child.

I lifted my head, some of my hair got caught in his stubble. I brushed it down, I took the opportunity to graze his cheek "what were you thinking just now? What was in your mind?"

"What?" He was surprised, to the point where some of his swedish accent came through "it was an ancient memory. I was a child when it happened. Playing on the beach, watching the sea." He understood why I had asked and he shifted between amazement and concern. I got the sense that he was someone who, though afraid of vulnerability, very much wanted to be understood.

"It's a beautiful memory." I tucked some of his hair behind his ears. It was too short to stay. There was blood pooling in his eyes. I didn't know what I'd say to comfort a one thousand year old viking warrior vampire, so I kept smoothing his hair down, and it seemed to help.

"It's your blood."

"I know." I had just come to the same realization. Everytime he drank my blood, I got inside his mind.

"I hate to break up this lovely moment, but we should speak to Pamela about this."

"She is going to love this development." I rearranged myself in the driver's seat.

Eric wiped away a tear, and used it to heal the bite marks with, not looking towards me. "Are you good to drive?"

I nodded and started the engine. We made good time towards Fangtasia. Eric kept his window lowered the whole way, looking out contemplatively, gravely. We arrived to find the "closed" sign on the door. Eric's exasperated face told me this would be interesting.

He got out of the car and went inside with vampire speed. When I caught up, I saw him, arms crossed, looking unimpressed, as Pam was sinking her fangs in the femoral artery of a young girl in a silvery sequin dress. Pam raised her head, and the girl gasped. "A little privacy?" She turned slowly and defiantly towards her maker.

"Fine. Wrap up here and meet me in my office. We have important business to discuss." I went after him, feeling all the uncomfortable feelings of being walked in on by your parents, while understanding what it was like to be the parent, at the same time.

We were joined by Pam not much later, she had wiped the blood from her face and reapplied her powder and lipstick, she looked like a porcelain doll. "This better be good."

"It is." Eric responded from his desk chair. "I need you to think of something-"

"Of course, I'm the only one doing any rational thinking around here anyway."

"Cute. I need you to go to a memory, whatever specific memory. Actually, pick something from before she was born."

"That's not difficult, she's practically five minutes old." Pam closed her eyes, raised her eyebrows, tilted her head "done."

"Anything?" Eric looked at me.

I shook my head. As I stood in front of Pam, I came up blank. I took her hands, she opened her eyes, and looked at me disapprovingly. But I was looking on a newspaper page. San Francisco Examiner, 1888, "The Whitechapel Fiend?" I asked her. She stepped away from me and took her hands from mine.

"That would be Jack the Ripper to you. I was around when he was just getting started." She stood at a right angle from me, arms crossed, processing. "So you are a telepath afterall."

"There is a catch. Only when I've recently drunk her blood, can she tap into memories." Eric explained, resting his feet up on his desk.

I was like a pillar in the middle of the office, or Pam was using me as such. She stood with her arms crossed in front of me, and each time she spoke towards Eric, she leaned past my frame, then she retreated. And I was shorter than her, so it must have been comical, from where Eric was sitting.

"So her blood is in you, which means that she can see into your thoughts. And, because you're my maker, and we share the same bloodline, she can also see into my thoughts."

"On a smaller scale, but yes." Eric added.

"Just like a vampire."

"Lasts less than a day, though."

"What is she again?"

"She doesn't know." I answered her.

"Adorable." Sarcastic to the bone. "Anything else you'd like to add?"

"You were scared." I said, not sure whether I should have. "You were only seventeen, and you were scared." I felt for her, but I also wanted to humble her, if that was at all possible. And I wanted to hug her, but I was afraid of what she would do, if I tried. Eric gave her a sympathetic look, though.

"It was mass hysteria. We were across the ocean from the action, and we thought we were in danger. It was nonsense." She went to lean against the desk, back to Eric.

"I don't think it was nonsense."

"Here's what definitely is. Keeping you around. We know the extent of her powers now, and, thank fuck, the effect of her blood is temporary. She is dangerous to have around, and she has nothing on us, Eric. Let. Her. Go."

Eric was about to interject, when we started to hear a police siren approaching.

[bare1ythere]

I hate coffee it makes me feel so ill and anxious why do I keep doing this to myself

[inkovert]

I don't make the rules but - if you don't get excited at the thought of going back and re-reading the story you wrote then you're writing the wrong story.

You are your first and most important reader.

[einsatzzz]

last week im ballin, but right now im bawlin 😷😷😷 my body pain started flaring up randomly again for no reason, focusing at work is suddenly so hard. the in-between power naps are not working anymore, i tried like two times. i'll just start early tomorrow, i keep zoning out from the headache its so inefficient and unproductive for my own work standards. and risky bc work requires a lot of attention to detail and other brainpower.

only thing i can recall that might have caused this is that i got drizzled on by a bit of rain earlier and like two other times this week, but that would be so stupid because what am i? an ani//me character?? a sickly vic//torian era child??? 😭😭😭 brother! u have always been physically weak, but not like that!

on the other hand, i did significantly decrease the vitamin supplements that im taking this month (i thought i was doing well) so maybe my immune system weakened bc of it fmbdkrwhje ok guys, back to chugging more vitamins bc i apparently need it to function normally more often👍✨

fortunately no fever yet, but throat is starting to hurt. ty//lenol, salo//npas and warm saltwater save me 🙏🙏🙏

what puzzles me is that my brain actually do have the littlest bit of reserved brainpower despite the pain and aches, and its only for fucking looking at OC stuff!!!

there are two wolves inside you, one goes: ueueueueue im in so much pain, i can't do this anymore!! kms!! 💀💀 ; and the other goes: hell yeahhhh!!! ichiro lore!!!! 🥳🥳

[infizero]

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[smile-files]

i hope god loves me as much as you did

[cute kittys!!! by gabi on flickr; neighborhood #2 (laika) by arcade fire; goodnight sparky by @smile-files on tumblr; the fight is over by patrick mchale; my cat is sad by spencer madsen; a dog's midnight prayer by unknown; so big / so small by rachel bay jones; everyone i know (will die) by four eyes; the little prince by antoine de saint-exupéry; breathe (in the air) by pink floyd; sunpod by gustafer yellowgold; sweetie little jean by cage the elephant; cat dreaming by tiddler on flickr; untitled by roadarch; goodnight by whimsical animal; this is home by cavetown; untitled by @storieldraw on tumblr; plane crash blues (i can't play the piano) by phoebe bridgers; just take my wallet by jack stauber; death is nothing at all by henry scott holland; untitled by petfurniture on twitter; fading kitten syndrome by roar]

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long tag ramble below u have been warned