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OPLA Sanji x Fem!Reader

{masterlist for OPLA Sanji ongoing story}

Tags: Slight angst to fluff, slight pining, Sanji and reader are close friends and have truama bonded, Sanji has no clue he's in love with reader the poor sap

CW: Launguage, mentions of abuse, slight WCI spoliers, mentions of drinking

“I swear I’m one shift away from throwing myself in the godforsaken ocean.” Sanji huffed angrily as he threw himself down in a nearby booth. The Baratie had cleared out for the night leaving the cooks to clean the line and the waiters to clean the dining room, but halfway through the dreaded cleanup Sanji had both metaphorically and physically thrown in the towel. The dish cloth he had been holding went flying across the room as he put his feet up on the booth he was in and groaned indignantly.

“That old shitbag won’t so much as let me breathe on the line! I’m a cook! Not a fucking waiter!” He yelled, turning his head back towards the kitchen, as if Zeff could hear his complaints.

“You think maybe it has something to do with the fact that you call him an ‘old shitbag’?” A voice came from the other side of his booth. A small smile curled his lips as he sat up some and peeked over the rounded edge of the red leather seat.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your nap time madame?” Sanji laughed as he took in the sight of Y/n laying on her back with her eyes closed in the opposite booth. “So sorry for the inconvenience, but aren’t you meant to be cleaning tables?” He teased as Y/n cracked an eye open and glared at him.

“Aren’t you?” She asked with a sly grin, earning an eye roll and angry huff from the blonde.

“Seems the only thing I’m meant to do is slowly die from boredom in this trash heap of a restaurant.” Sanji sighed as he fell back into his seat, pulling out his lighter and messing with the lid. Y/n laughed softly before sitting up and resting her arms on the dividing seat. She placed her head atop her arms and looked at him with a mock pout.

“Awww is the best chef in the East Blue all bummed that his dad doesn't like his cooking? Again?”

Sanji snapped his lighter closed and raised a finger at Y/n, pointing aggressively at her with a snarl.

“I am the greatest chef in the East Blue. Even if that geezer can’t see it.” He stated, earning a chuckle from Y/n as she sat up and raised her hands in surrender.

“Easy now, no need to shout at a lady.” She cooed as Sanji chuckled and gave her an angry smile, hanging his head.

“How dare you throw my own principles back in my face.” He chuckled as he began fidgeting with the silver ring on his finger. Y/n sighed and rested her chin on her folded arms again, smiling softly at the mop of blonde hair in front of her. She reached over the divider and brushed some of his hair from his face, earning a soft hum from Sanji as he closed his eyes.

“I think we both know he’s only doing and saying these things because he wants the best for you. Though I’ll be the first to admit, his way of going about it is absolute shit.” She laughed as she watched his lips curl into a smile. He looked up at her, her fingers brushing against his cheek as he moved.

“Yeah, I know…” He sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall. She pulled her hand back and looked at him with sympathetic eyes. “But you're a stowaway as much as me.” Sanji joked, “And yet I’m the one being treated like a sniveling child every fucking time I step foot in that kitchen.” He huffed as he looked over at her through his bangs. She chuckled as she hung her arms over the back of his booth and cocked her head to the side.

“My dumbass thought I could be a pirate and got stuck here paying off a debt cuz’ my ship damaged the hull of this ‘trash heap of a restaurant’.” She fired back, using his own words. He opened his mouth to speak but soon closed it again as he shook his head.

“Yeah that was pretty dumb.” Sanji joked as he pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the seat beside him. Y/n gawked at him before laughing and reaching forward to hit him softly on the shoulder. He leaned away from her and shouted

“Oi! Don’t damage the goods!”

She looked at him with mocking wide eyes and barked a laugh,

“Both Patty and I would have to disagree with you on that one, lover boy.” She snarked as Sanji rolled his eyes. A calm silence filled the space as Y/n sat up on her knees and looked at Sanji. She could see something was going on inside his head, and she knew him well enough to infer that he wasn’t going to say a damn thing. She studied the way his brow furrowed and noted how his eyes seemed more gray then blue in moments like these.

There was a profound sadness in him that she had only caught glimpses of in her three years aboard this ship. A profound sadness that he had more or less shared with her one drunken night in the bar when they should have been sleeping. A profound sadness that she wished every single day she could lift from him. The two sat in silence as the ship rocked softly under them; Y/n felt compelled to speak, to do anything that might help ease his overactive mind.

“Still, knowing what I know, having Zeff treating you like this can’t be good for the ole’ psyche…”

Sanji tensed up slightly at her words and Y/n mentally kicked herself for making that insinuation. She wanted to help him, but after the words left her mouth she felt a heavy guilt fill her bones. She watched as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath before smiling ever so slightly.

“Trust me, love. I may complain like this from time to time-”

“Almost ninety-five percent of the time."

“Ooookay. Almost ninety-five percent of the time, but nothing is worse than… what I came from.” He gave her a somber smile and pulled out his lighter again, flipping the lid open and closed in an almost rhythmic pattern. She returned his sad smile and pushed her baby hairs from her forehead.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned that.” She spoke softly as she looked out at the empty dining room; the tables were cast in an eerie candle light and the china adorning the tables glimmered like stars. Sanji looked at her, as her attention was placed elsewhere, and smiled fondly. He felt a warmth rise in his chest as he took in the curve of her profile. The slope of her nose, the length of her eyelashes, the round of her cheeks. The candle light of the empty room cast dancing shadows on her face that made her look otherworldly; he felt his smile, and eyes soften as he looked at her.

“Y/n I wouldn’t have told you about my shitty past if I didn’t trust you to check in on me like this every now and again.” Sanji spoke softly as Y/n turned her gaze back to him. She was almost stunned to see the expression on his face. The look in his eyes was, most of the time, reserved for the elegant ladies that entered the restaurant day in and day out. And yet here he was looking at her like that. She brushed the fond gaze off and swayed her head back and forth while giving him an apologetic look.

“I know, but it’s still not my place to dredge up old memories of abuse when I don’t even know the full story.” She responded, playing with the ends of her uniform shirt.

Sanji smiled at her and leaned forward in his seat, one hand braced himself on the seat top while the other reached forward and pulled her towards him. Y/n closed her eyes as she felt his lips press against her forehead.

“I appreciate you checking on me. It shows that you care.” He said softly, his words muffled seeing that his lips were still connected with her forehead. She smiled softly as he placed a loud exaggerated kiss to the skin there before pulling away and holding her face in his hand. “Okay?” He asked with a huge smile. She laughed at his theatrics and moved to stand up, leaving Sanji sitting alone in his booth as he looked up at her standing form.

“Whatever you say-” She began as she reached out a hand to help him up. He took it with a laugh and allowed Y/n to pull him to his feet. “-My favorite Baratie waiter.” She finished as she dropped his hand and started walking away from him, stifling her laughter. Sanji stood there with his jaw dropped as she walked away from him, his shock soon turning into a smile as he watched her shoulders shake from holding in her laughter. He let a chuckle slip out as he pushed up his sleeves and made a beeline for her.

“How DARE!” He yelled as he grabbed her from behind and lifted her off the ground slightly laughing as she yelped and then dissolved into laughter when she broke free. She began running to a nearby table to put distance between herself and him as she pointed at him,

“Not fair!” She yelled, watching as Sanji pointed back at her.

“Don’t you dare get me started on ‘fair’!” He responded as he laughed.

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Zeff stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching as Sanji ran around tables with that wannabe pirate waitress. He observed in silence as the pair laughed and threw dish towels at each other instead of cleaning tables.

The small boy he once knew, terrified of making connections with those around him due to some dark past he kept to himself, was smling and laughing as he chased around what could only be discribed as a friend.

A small smile curled his weathered lips as he shook his head and walked away, the sounds of youth fading into nothing.

“Not bad, little eggplant… Not bad…”

[moonstruckme]

Ugh, Whimsical!reader x James (not together yet) where anytime she says something he just has the most lovesick look on his face and Sirius is like “we’ve lost him, boys” but then reader quips back with something about looking at those you’re comfortable and friendly with boosts your seratonin and you’re glad to have James look at you if it makes him happy

Thanks for requesting babe!

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 932 words

“You seem like you’re feeling better today, Remus,” you say, passing him a cup of tea. You give one to Sirius, too, then James. It’s got a couple of little flowers floating on the top, James notices. Adorable. 

Remus looks a bit caught offguard. “I am, thanks. How’d you know?” 

“Your aura’s looking less gray than usual.” 

Sirius snickers. “Just like you to have a gray aura, Moons. Boring.” 

You settle on the couch beside James, crossing your legs underneath you. “I don’t think Remus is boring,” you say, voice soft and airy as dandelion fluff. “His color often just looks a tad sapped. It’s bluer today.” 

Remus seems to perk up a bit at your appraisal. He does look well, James thinks, but your noticing improves his color even more. Remus doesn’t like being viewed like a helpless, afflicted lamb, and you never have treated him like one, save whatever you put in his tea (it takes a few minutes longer to make than the rest of yours, though James pretends not to notice). 

James watches you watching Remus, and his heart gives a happy little throb. You’re so kind, considerate in ways which you play off as incidental, but he can see the effort you put into taking care of the people in your life. He doesn’t know how you know half the things you do, but you’re always looking out for them. He’ll be waiting for Sirius to come home late at night and you’ll text to ask if everything is okay, or Remus will be having one of his worse days and you’ll show up unannounced with chocolates and juniper bound with twine to “cleanse” their flat, whatever that means. Or when James was sick with the flu a few weeks ago, and Remus and Sirius both swore they hadn’t said a word to you but he’d woken from a nap to find you sitting beside him with soup and a very strong elderberry tea. He’s fairly sure your presence had healed him just as much as the sustenance. You have that effect on him. 

“Do we all have auras?” Sirius asks, and James comes out of his reverie to find his friend watching him with a poorly concealed smirk. He supposes he’s had that look on his face again. Lovestruck.

“Of course.” You give Sirius a funny smile, like this should be obvious. “Everyone has an aura,” you say, “we just can’t all see it all of the time.” 

“What’s yours look like?” James asks. 

Your lips part in surprise as you turn to look at him, your knee bumping his thigh. “I can’t see my own. I’d have to ask someone else.” 

“What about mine?” Sirius asks. 

You turn back to him. James feels the loss. “Right now, it’s mostly orange.” 

“Right now?” 

“Yours shifts a lot. A couple of minutes ago, it was pinker.” You tilt your head, considering. “You’re very sunset-y today, Sirius.” 

Sirius grins, and James knows that whatever his friend may think about auras, he’s going to carry that compliment with him for the rest of the week. “And what about our Jamesie? What’s his aura like?” 

“Oh, James’ almost never changes.” You look over at him with a small smile on your face. Maybe James is flattering himself, but he feels as though there’s a faintly secretive quality to it, like some part of your smile is just for him. “His is always yellow. Though I have been noticing a bit more red than usual lately.” 

James isn’t sure he can speak with your eyes on him like this. You’re so lovely it’s choking him. Thankfully, Remus comes to his aid. 

“Is that a good thing?” he asks. “It shifting, I mean.” 

You don’t turn away from James like he expects you’re going to. You hold his gaze, that smile broadening just slightly. It has all the soft radiance of moonlight. 

“I don’t think so,” you say. “It’s not making him any less himself, it only means that something has changed.” 

“Good god,” Sirius stage-whispers to Remus. “Look at him, we’ve lost him completely. Bet it gets redder every time he looks at her.” 

“It does, a little.” Your eyes flit upwards, presumably to colors which he can’t see but he imagines his face is starting to match. “It might be the serotonin boost. Looking at people you care about will do that.” You set a hand on top of his, thumb stroking over the knuckle of his pinkie finger. James’ mouth is a desert. “I’m happy to have James look at me if it makes him happy.” 

Sirius lets out a short laugh. “I’m sure it does, sweetheart. He’s—” 

Remus must elbow him, because he goes blessedly silent. 

“I’ve been wondering,” Remus says mildly, “do you give us different kinds of tea? They always look different from each other.” 

“Oh, yes.” You finally break your gaze away from James’, but your hand stays atop his. It’s hardly a whisper of a touch, and yet he’s very concerned you’re somehow absorbing every thought and feeling he’s having through some freaky osmosis. It doesn’t seem wholly out of the realm of possibility for you. “I make them with different ingredients for each of you.” 

Sirius quirks an eyebrow. “In that case, can I try a new one next time? This one tastes a bit like dirt.” 

You shrug, nonplussed. “If you like, but it might not do as much for you.” 

“What do you put in them?” Remus asks curiously. 

You take a sip of your own tea. “Just what you need.” 

[miupow]

Omg have you done girldad!Soobin head cannons yet?

GIRL DAD!SOOBIN HEADCANONS !

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[ choi soobin x reader ] sfw , fluff . parent au , dad soobin , mom reader , mentions of pregnancy and birth , tooth rotting fluff

a/n ⸝⸝ no i haven’t yet… but i will now !!!! i hope you enjoy~~

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soobin is the ultimate girl dad and nothing will ever change my mind about this ! his little girls are his everything and he would lay his life down in an instant for them

his daughters r such daddy’s girls he’s always the favorite parent lol !! he dotes on them and can’t ever tell them no the get absolutely whatever they want !

husband and father soobin with three daughters and a son .. his son looks just like him and is so shy and sweet ! his daughters always play with him as if he was their sister lol

letting his daughters put bows and barrettes in his hair, slather glittery makeup on his face, put a tiara on his head and make him play tea party or house with them. he’s always the dog.

him and his wife being the only two people who can tell their identical twin daughters apart and getting pissed when one is mistaken for the other. like wdym you can’t tell which is which??? starts color coding his twins so others can tell them apart 😭

he’s such a sap for his kids but he couldn’t care less , he loves them so much :( always there to support them in whatever they’re doing no matter what his schedule is, he would literally rather die than miss his kids dance recital

coming home from running errands to see both your daughter and your husband crying at the dinner table over math homework

he wasn’t very good in school so he’s extra impressed when his kids get good marks :) feels a little competitive with tyun because tyuns kids are just as genius as he is lol

he can’t stand being away from his kids :( take a child free weekend trip with him and he’s spending the entire time talking about how much he misses his babies :( always buying them gifts everywhere he goes they have sooo many toys and things because he just can’t help himself

taking naps with his kids :( soob passed out on the couch with two daughters on his chest, another daughter in his lap, his son wrapped around his leg 😭

[gyuswhore]

Shut Up (don't)

anniversary event [closed]

lee seokmin x reader

prompt(s): carrying on the argument between sloppy kisses and heavy make out

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (MINORS DNI), mean words are thrown at one another while they're fighting, heavy makeouts, fingering (f. rec), breast play, p in v, unprotected sex, soff ending bc im a sap

[a/n]: i have nothing to say. enjoy.

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Nearly getting rearended, and then breaking the heel of your shoe, to becoming the receiving end of another plethora of snarky remarks from the department weasel; it was all beginning to spill over the rim of your too warm, too full cup. 

All you wanted was to eat a good meal in front of another mindless TV show and nap the weekend away in the arms of your favourite person. Hence why the excitement at your front door was overflowing, creaking the door open to find a darker than usual hallway. You can only slip off your broken shoes and deposit your keys and bag so quickly, barely considering the amount of noise you’re making with all the shuffling and clanging in the doorway. 

“Seok! Babe, are you home?” you raise your voice a little as you enter the kitchen, slamming the grocery bags down on the counter with a loud huff. You peek out the door into the dark halls, brows furrowed. 

Opting to put away the perishables first, you grunt as you stand back up after stuffing all the frozen packages into the freezer, hand supporting your lower back. You were more tired than you’d initally thought.

Shuffling into the living room, your turn on the lights, remaining confused as ever as to why they were off. Even in an empty house, at least one of the lights would remain on. 

You nearly jump out of your skin when you register the lump on the now visible couch, taking a moment to realise it was your boyfriend, still in the clothes he had left in this morning. 

He’s shifting, groaning as he comes around to reveal his face, eyes bleary and face slightly red from sleep. 

“Oh,” he grimaces as he realises you were the one to turn the lights back on. “You’re home.”

“Why are you sleeping on the couch? Have you eaten yet?” you ask your boyfriend who’s now attempting rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

“No,” he confirms, voice still scratchy. “I’m gonna change and go to bed.” 

“Wait, I did the groceries before coming home. I can make you your favourite. You can go to bed after you eat,” you insist. 

He doesn’t answer as he simply rises and makes his way towards the hall leading the bedroom. 

“Seok? Honey, I’ll be quick, I promise. Twenty minutes tops and then you can go to bed.”

Catching up to him, you grab his hand in an attempt to get him to look at you, which he does. Except he looks…annoyed? He brushes another hand across his hair and face, looking more exasperated by the second. 

“I’m not hungry,” he says, slower than usual. Like it was taking an effort to get the words out. “Now can you please just—”

“You can’t go to bed empty stomached, you’ll wake up with a headache!”

“You’re giving me a fucking headache right now.”

You freeze. 

On instinct, you drop his hand, letting it ball into fists at his side. He blinks for a long moment, pinching his nose bridge, before turning around entirely to continue his retreat back into the bedroom. 

It’s like you’ve snapped out of a daze when you register his retreating form, zero comment from either of you after the bomb he’d planted in the room. 

“You don’t get to say that to me and then walk away,” you say, and he’s still not stopping. “You aren’t the only one who’s had a shit day, at least I’m not being an ass about it.”

That seems to do it for him, turning around with furrowed brows and an open mouth that’s ready to shoot back. “This is your problem, you can’t leave things alone.” 

“I’m sorry that I care if my boyfriend’s starving himself?” Your voice comes out louder than intended, the heat of the situation creating an emerging buzz in your head. 

“Don’t care then! Your idea of helping is whatever you want done for you, have you considered that I just want to be left alone?” He tries to control his arms movements but they explode into some waving motion anyway, eyes meeting yours in a wide, angry, accusatory hold.

“Seokmin.” His name leaves your mouth in an unbelievable laugh. “Are you listening to yourself?”

“How can I over all that clanging and banging you do the minute you step foot into this house?!” 

“You know what?” you begin.

“God, just shut up, I can’t do this with you right now.”

“This is beginning to sound like you have a problem with me.”

“I just said—”

“No! Just fucking say it. Moving in together was a bad idea and you wish you’d never asked!” You know you sound hysterical, arms thrown over head as you fight the urge to push something over. 

“Stop it.”

“I’m trying to make this work with our schedules but if you’re gonna blow up anytime you don’t get your way—” 

Seokmin tries to shut you up again, only this time he succeeds. 

In the midst of your rampage he’d crossed the distance between the both of you, opting to slam his mouth onto yours instead of using his words. 

Both of his hands have gotten hold of your face, keeping you from moving your mouth in an way except against his own. He’s taken away your power, your hands come up to grasp his forearms. 

“Seok—” you start again, but he only plants his lips on you again, sliding his tongue at the seam of your mouth to intrude even further. 

You’re mad at him. It’s taking alot to remind yourself of that. He’s trying to shut you up. He doesn’t want to listen to you. He…

Even Seokmin, with all his other worldly breath control, can’t keep his mouth on your forever, leaving your swollen lips to let you both breathe for a moment. 

“What the fuck is this supposed to be doing?’ you ask, breathless but angry.

“Shutting you up,” he reponds, gripping your waist so hard it almost hurts, shoving your entire body right into his personal space. 

You aren’t any better than him, bringing your hands up to his hair, tugging at the strands just to have something to grip on to. 

“This isn’t over,” you mumble between wet, sloppy kisses, already half gone. 

“Like hell it isn’t,” Seokmin grunts, letting go only to pull you onto the warm couch, caging you between the armrest and his own overbearing body. He’s taking over you from all sides, the muddle of your mind unbecoming of the anger that coursed through you just minutes prior. 

Pairing that with your existing exhaustion, your mind seems to be skipping over most of the filler scenes that unfold. 

Your top is gone to wind before you can register his fingers working the buttons. His hands have reached underneath your tight skirt, fiddling with the waistband of your stockings. He’s struggling with the overlapping fabrics, the existing difficulty of handling stockings earning a dissatisfied grunt from his throat. 

Opening your eyes, shifting them to focus on Seokmin’s face, you don’t doubt you look just as fucked out as he does. Pupils dilated, hair dishevelled and sticking out from everywhere, clothes barely framing where they belong. He’s growing frustrated as he instead attempts to shuck your skirt off. 

“Just—” He cuts you off again, even as you try to help with the wretched zipper. 

“Not a word out of your mouth,” he says, almost like it’s a plea, shielded under his scratchy growl. “Not until I’m done.”

This is nothing like you’ve ever seen before, your sweet, gentle boyfriend had turned into some deep monster from hell, like the events of tonight unsheathed some unfed entity that only festered on its ignorance. Despite everything, you can’t seem to complain, enjoying every bit of this as every passing moment only stacks the already leaning tower. 

And when you thought he couldn’t get any more unhinged, you hear the distinct sound of a rip! 

He’s ripped your tights. 

“Seok, I just bought those!” you blurt before you can stop yourself. 

He doesn’t answer you this time, opting to let his fingers do the talking. You feel a distinct pressure on your hot core, and you’re immediately putty. Seokmin is rubbing slow circles over the damp crotch of your panties, steady, but just enough to have you bucking your hips uncontrollably every so couple seconds. Your breathing is loud, bordering whimpers as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

It’s criminal the way he pushes into your core, stuffing you with bulk of his finger and the fabric of your underwear. And just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, he removes hands entirely. 

You nearly scream, the ache becoming near unbearable. He’s shuffling around to take his clothes off but you couldn’t care less if he fucked you half dressed. He’s naked before you can do something about it yourself, immediately planting himself back on you. 

“Put that mouth to better use,” he whispers, bringing two of his fingers to your lips, letting them push past and rest on your tongue. You start sucking on them instantly, tongue running over his long, beautiful fingers, letting him shove them as far as you’d let him. 

When he relents, he only slips them somewhere else. You watch between your flushed bodies as his sticky, glistening fingers disappear, sliding inside your ready, coated walls. Hands finding purchase on the bulk of his shoulders, he lets you dig your nails into his pristine tan skin as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Throwing your head back you can only groan into the empty ceiling at the feeling. 

“God, Seok that feels so good.”

He goes faster, deeper, separating his fingers inside you to test your limits. Finding that spongy spot, he shows no signs of relenting, now pistoning into you. 

When he stops, you come round to watch him line his hard member up to your entrance, not giving you a moment to register the emptiness. Except, you stop him. 

“Wait,” you breathe out, pushing yourself on your elbows. 

“What?” he asks, like he’s been snapped out of a trance. You maintain eye contact as you push him into a sitting position on the couch, letting his back hit the plush of the pillows. You take the opportunity to slide out of your torn and tattered tights, feeling the muscle of his thighs as you sit on his lap. 

“Fuck,” he curses when he realises what you’re doing. 

You readjust, grabbing his hard shaft, pumping him slowly as you prepare to line him up to your entrance again. Pushing your chest into his face during the process, he wastes no time in latching his mouth over the lace of your bra, licking over the fabric, pushing the tip of his tongue right where your nipple was. 

It send waves of shocks right into your core, busying the tip of his cock to rub itself on your dropping hole, savouring the feeling. Seokmin’s thrown your bra away, his mouth now in full contact with your breasts, tongue flicking across the nipple as he nips and sucks to his heart’s content. His fingers flick over your other nipple, pinching and stimulating it just the same. The sight of his fingers is doing so much to you, enough to encourage you to sink into his cock with finality. 

It’s a stretch, but nothing you haven’t been practiced to handle. He has a hand low on your hips, guiding your ass to sit on him fully. When you move it’s easier, the pleasure returning in its waves and sparks. 

“Fuck, Seok,” you whimper, as you start moving faster, bouncing on his cock, ass slapping his thighs. 

You find a place holder behind you on his knee, reaching one of your hands back to clasp his skin, the other finds reprieve in his hair, mouth still sucking on your breast. 

His palm rests on your ass, guiding you up and down his shaft in a constant rhythm, moaning into the plump of your breast. Letting go of your nipple, he throws his head back in a guttural moan, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your walls engulfing him whole. He continues to play with the swell of your breasts, fondling and groping. 

Taking advantage of the access, you lean into neck, pressing kisses onto the expanse, suckling on a spot near his ear, savouring the salt of his skin on your tongue. Your hips continue to bounce on him, but inevitably slow as you feel the burn on your thighs and hips. 

One particular landing is felt with a harsh buck of Seokmin’s own hips and you realise with a loud moan that he’s meeting you halfway, finishing what you started. Soon he’s created a pace of his own, thrusting his well oiled hips into you so good it has you blinking away the gleam of stars. 

“Baby,” your voice comes out pleading, and he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. 

“Come, baby, it’s alright. Come all over me.”

Taking his words to your cunt, you oblige, letting yourself come undone. It’s loud, it’s desperate and it’s raw, needing to wrap your arms around him in a latch for support. He smells like him, and it’s making the high continue to wreck your body in waves that won’t end. 

Seokmin cums just as your coming down from your own high, tightening his hold on you as he rams his cock into your overstimulated cunt to get his own fill of pleasure. His thighs stutter beneath you, his sounds deep and loud.

By the time he’s done neither of you have enough air in your lungs to say a word, slumped over one another as you catch your breaths. 

Seokmin is the first to recover, and your fluttering eyelids drift open at the feeling of his lips on your shoulders, leaving butterfly kisses as you remain curled into his chest, head on the crook of his neck. 

You’re uncomfortably warm, but you cuddle into his chest closer, feeling the heat that radiates off of his body. His lips have found your temple, seemingly not caring for your sticky, sweaty skin as he trails his kisses to your cheek, right next to your ear. 

“I’m sorry for blowing up on you like that. I always want you to care, please forget about what I said,” he whispers into your ear, and it’s enough to have you shuffle impossibly closer into his naked chest. It’s like you’ve molded into each other’s skin. 

“I’m sorry too, for not being understand and for blowing up on you as well. I should’ve handled my emotions better.” You lift your head for a moment to plant a kiss on Seokmin’s jaw, and then find his lips. 

He kisses you so softly it hurts, pecks of affirmation between his “sorry”s. 

“I love you,” he mumbles into your lips, and you cup his jaw as he pulls away ever so slightly. 

You can see a stretch at the corner of his lips and you realise he’s smiling; you almost weep at the sight. 

Kissing him again, you whisper right back, “I love you more.”

“Please don’t ever leave.”

“Never.”

“Promise?” 

You let out a little giggle, “Promise. As long as you won’t ever leave me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, nothing but love in his eyes.

“We still have to talk about what happened,” you say, brushing the pad of your finger across his cheek. 

“I know, and we will,” he gulps. “I think we need to sleep on it.”

You agree quietly, but quip anyway. “If I had to take a shot, I’d bet it on all that pent up energy you just unleashed. I think you feel better right now.”

He exhales through his nose, slightly embarrassed at being called out, but replies nonetheless. “It…it probably was. I do feel less tense.”

“Hm,” you hum, bringing you arms to wrap around his neck, tucking your mouth right near his ear. You trace a lone finger down the center of his chest. 

“Since we’ve decided this is a topic for tomorrow, do you think you’ve got a little more frustration in there to let out?” 

He’s still sheathed inside you, and you can feel his length begin to harden. 

You don’t realise what’s happening as you feel yourself being jerked forward, suddenly suspended in his arms as he struts towards the bedroom. Arms tightened, a hint of a squeal escapes you, and you can only giggle as he tickles whispered promises into your neck. 

Promises that you can count on him to fulfill. 

[astonmartinii]

head in the clouds | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem flight attendant!reader

there's no one more attractive than the stranger at the same gate as you at the airport and sometimes that stranger works on your best friend's private jet.

yourusername

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yourusername: violently hungover, don't tell my boss x

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user1: i need to be her

maxverstappen1: your boss follows you on instagram genius

yourusername: oh yeah lol but i'm still alive and i was still on time

maxverstappen1: you took a nap on the flight?

yourusername: it was about ten billion hours long so spare me the lecture

maxverstappen1: you're so lucky we're friends otherwise i'd fire your ass

yourusername: you love me too much to do that maxy (and i know way too much about you) x

user2: how did you get this job?

yourusername: nepotism babes x

danielricciardo: i think you masked it pretty well for the first three hours

yourusername: THANK YOU

danielricciardo: but i did hear you throw up around hour four

yourusername: nothing like a tactical chunder on your childhood friend's private jet

landonorris: i for one couldn't tell you were hungover

yourusername: well look who's my new favourite, you should fly with max more often

danielricciardo: he's only saying that cause he has a crush, I'M STILL YOUR FAVOURITE

yourusername: whatever helps you sleep at night x

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landonorris: reunited and it feels so good 😊

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user3: always obsessed with this pairing

user4: they're cute but i know they're so annoying to fly with

danielricciardo: i knew you missed me :)

landonorris: of course i did you big sap

danielricciardo: so you didn't replace me with a younger and sexier version of me?

landonorris: not technically no

oscarpiastri: i'm just gonna take the compliment, thanks dan :)

danielricciardo: massive compliment, i'm extremely sexy

user5: thank the lord daniel is back who was going to make lando blush all the time?

danielricciardo: believe me he doesn't need me to do that when he flies on air max that's all y/n

landonorris: DANIEL?

danielricciardo: she took these photos - look at the blush. LOOK AT THE MATERIAL

yourusername: i think i'm just a better photographer than you two combined so i just capture my subjects well

danielricciardo: nope. i think lando just has a BIG FAT CRUSH

maxverstappen1: LMAO

yourusername: who wouldn't? (i'm shaking)

user6: wtf is going on here?

user7: i think we're witnessing bullying

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: getting some padel in on the weekend off

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user9: max really puts his hyperfixations above his beef because who thought we'd see him playing with george after baku

danielricciardo: how did lando get through a whole session with y/n there he can barely get through a sentence around her

landonorris: why are you so obsessed with exposing me in public

danielricciardo: funny.

yourusername: he did very well, he took a few balls to the face but he took them like a champ.

maxverstappen1: i'm sure he'd rather be the one putting balls in your face. get it? his balls? sex?

yourusername: i got it, you're not funny pal

maxverstappen1: well i think i'm hilarious so

user10: poor lando is going through the ringer rn

yourusername: whipped all of your asses call yourself professional athletes?

alexalbon: you were freakishly good what is your trick?

yourusername: only time i'm not playing padel is when i'm asleep or on a charter with max it's the only thing i can be better than him in

landonorris: you're definitely better looking than him and like 10 million times nicer than him

yourusername: you're not too bad yourself norris, you've just bagged yourself an extra bag of peanuts next flight x

alexalbon: romance is dead

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f1wagsupdates: this is y/n y/ln potential new girlfriend of lando norris. she is a close friend of max verstappen, to the point that after she finished university and was without a job, he financed her education to be a air hostess, the job she now has on max's private jet. as far as we know she's never been in a public relationship but she also lives in monaco, is a padel enthusiast and has exchanged flirty comments with lando. also, she's a real one because she refuses to charter if jos wants to fly on air max - she slays for that one

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user13: if she's a longtime, potential childhood friend of max, the jos thing probably makes sense

user14: gosh she's so pretty

user15: giving your bestie a job and a life where you get to have her travel with you everywhere is really what nepotism should be

user16: for real where's my friend who will pay for me to learn to be a air hostess so we can hang out all the time

user17: i think her and lando would be cute

user18: and they would also make sense, they'd have a schedule that completely lines up and y/n would understand the sport and the lifestyle

user19: she also knows all of his friends already and they seem to get on with her

user20: "never been in a public relationship" she's just like us

user21: except she's gonna pull lando freaking norris and we're all still lonely

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yourusername: THE way to spend your saturday, perks of the job x

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user22: hey siri play that should be me by justin bieber

maxverstappen1: glad you could take a break from being a tourist to actually come watch me

yourusername: lies i'm always there you just don't know because i sit in hospitality so i can drink ;)

maxverstappen1: is that why my mum looked so happy to see me after sitting with you in hospitality?

yourusername: NO! sophie just loves me

user23: omg y/n and sophie just chill in hospitality? i love them

landonorris: i heard mclaren have great hospitality and actually has a cup of tea with your name written all over it

yourusername: hmmm we'll see if it beats the team who broke the cost cap on catering but i'm willing to take that risk

landonorris: i promise it's worth your time

danielricciardo: @maxverstappen1 look he's finally making a move 👀

maxverstappen1: ugh finally !!!

yourusername: yall mind? ACTUALLY i'm not coming back to red bull you're annoying

user24: has the bullying worked ?

mclarenf1

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mclarenf1: lando is back on the podium with a p2 finish with oscar just behind in p4 congrats papaya boys!!

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user25: LET'S GOOOOOO THE WIN IS COMING I CAN FEEL IT

oscarpiastri: congrats lando :)

landonorris: your podium will come oscar you're killing it right now

user26: omg faves i can't wait until the double podium

user27: y/n in the likes ..... 🤔 makes you think

yourusername: idk what you conspiracy theorists want to hear but you don't need to know everything that happens in the drivers' personal lives and i can like posts of my friends doing well

user28: so you're not together

yourusername: you people have the reading comprehension skills of a rock

maxverstappen1: congrats mate, try not to get too drunk tonight, air max is scheduled early in the morning 👍

landonorris: i'll be there no worries

danielricciardo: of course he will, his favourite will be there

landonorris: laugh all you will but i have a pack of peanuts promised to me

yourusername: i'll put salt in their drinks don't worry lando

maxverstappen1: i have done nothing wrong?

yourusername: i am in solidarity with lando

maxverstappen1: i'm ur best friend?

yourusername: he's cute :)

user29: you can't tell she doesn't like him back

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danielricciardo: podiums give you balls. balls get you girlfriends.

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user32: HOLYYYYYYYYYY SHIT

maxverstappen1: they are not awake yet lol they're going to kill you

danielricciardo: i'd like to see lando try. y/n i am afraid of though.

maxverstappen1: you should be, a girl once threw a drink over me in the club for walking into her and y/n went feral. i was afraid and impressed

yourusername: had to protect your virtue max

maxverstappen1: much appreciated, probably the only time i've been attracted to you

landonorris: AND THE LAST TIME

user33: considering their new relationship just got exposed, they're doing pretty well

yourusername: oh we're waiting until daniel is in an enclosed space where if he tries to escape we all die :)

landonorris: he's going to regret this before such a long flight, esp with a hungover y/n

danielricciardo: is it too late to say i love you guys?

yourusername: free enchante merch and i'll drop it

danielricciardo: done.

landonorris: Y/N???

yourusername: what were we really going to do? plus i've had a crush on you for so long people would definitely know by now if i wasn't dead in bed

landonorris: you had a crush? why was i the only one getting bullied?

maxverstappen1: please refer to my comment about the feral club night

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landonorris: on a scale of 1 - 10 how annoyed would you be if someone joined a particular club on your private jet?

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user35: THE MILE HIGHER CLUB?

maxverstappen1: you're banned from the bathroom now, get a UTI i don't care do NOT shag on my plane

landonorris: so is that a 10 definietly not?

maxverstappen1: i will make sure you will never be able to use it again if you have sex on my plane with my best friend

landonorris: understood 😅

yourusername: i don't know how you did it but you made your first post about me even less romantic than dan's and his mentioned balls TWICE

landonorris: but i love you so that's all that counts right?

yourusername: i love you too but i also clean that plane so no one will shag on it or i'll scrap them

landonorris: i get the message no mile higher 😭

yourusername: but at least you get extra peanuts and the best pillow for life

landonorris: you spoil me too much

oscarpiastri: happy for you mate, it was painful watching you mope around the garage

yourusername: awww you moped ???? that's so cute

landonorris: i moped because i really liked you and daniel made it his mission to embarrass me constantly in front of you

yourusername: babe i've cleaned dan's sick off the floor of the jet nothing he could say could make me not like you

landonorris: thank the lord cause if i didn't ask you out i think i may have combusted

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yourusername: the 4am call times and mad max tantrums have all been worth it to meet you <3

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user36: god i have seen what you have done for others

maxverstappen1: now you're together i can say this, 1) i love you guys and i'm glad you're happy. 2) lando saw you once at a karting competition and had a crush ever since this was not new

landonorris: THAT WAS BETWEEN ME AND YOU

maxverstappen1: and he confessed that seeing you in your uniform is what finally pushed him over the edge

landonorris: STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING

maxverstappen1: bro don't worry you guys are together, you're set for life

landonorris: thanks for having faith i guess?

maxverstappen1: BRO SHE IS SUPER DUPER IN LOVE WITH YOU

yourusername: he's not wrong

landonorris: hehehehehehehehe

oscarpiastri: he's literally sat in hospitality giggling and kicking his legs btw

landonorris: proudly so, my gf LOVES me

user37: lando got a gf before a win and i respect that

landonorris: i love you, can't wait for the rest of my life with you

yourusername: i can't wait, i'll even play golf with you x

danielricciardo: mate at least wait until the six month mark before you propose

landonorris: no promises x

note: hope you enjoyed, had this thought and i just had to do it. i'm working on requests and mamma mia p4!!

[tightjeansjavi]

snooze

A/N: this is all @corazondebeskar fault 🥺

~Word Count: 717~

Summary: Joel loves to nap

Pairing | Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: none, domestic fluff, soft!joel, peepaw!joel and a sprinkle of angst, readers nickname is honeypie and lady, reader has no physical descriptions (given the content of my blog, all fics are +18 minors dni!)

The last thing Joel Miller ever expected after the outbreak was finding himself in a domestic situation where he had the luxury of fucking napping.

He loved to nap.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep in the porch chair out on the back deck with the sun warming his face. He’d set his guitar down to the side, cross his arms over his chest and mumble about how he’s just gonna rest his eyes for a few minutes.

When you come outside to check on him, he’s snoozing, soft snores slipping past his plush lips. Face relaxed, and the once permanent furrow of his brows is no longer present.

Sometimes after dinner he’d situate himself on the couch with you and Ellie on either side of him while he lets Ellie pick out a movie to watch. He’ll argue that he won’t fall asleep..this time. But between the blanket draped over his legs, and Ellie curled up with her head in his lap, he’s dozing off with his head resting on your shoulder.

His favorite time to nap is arguably right after lunch. Specifically Sunday’s because it’s the one day out of the week where he’s not on patrol, and he gets to spend his whole day with you.

The sunroom is a new addition that he and Tommy built together. There’s a built-in bookshelf along the wall that is brimming with all different genres of books. There’s even some house plants. The main star of the room is the cozy chaise lounge. It’s a bit faded, and has seen better days, but he loves it.

His eyes are already droopy when you move to get up from the spot you were sitting on. He loved it when you would read to him, and today’s book was Wuthering Heights.

“Where you goin’,honeypie?” He rasps, peeking one eye open to look over at you.

You place your hand over his covered knee, squeezing it gently before you lean over and press a soft kiss to his cheek, and then his lips. “Laundry is probably done by now. I’ll be right back, okay?” You brush away a few strands of his soft curls. He’s been growing his hair out lately, and the grays in his beard are more prominent. You’ve never stopped loving this man, and he’s never stopped loving you.

“Hurry back, please. Miss you already.” He murmurs, lips curving into a lazy grin.

He’s a sap. A real softy now that he has no reason to fear. You and Ellie, and this town have turned a lion into a house cat.

“You’re a real softy, Joel Miller.” You whisper and brush away a few stray breadcrumbs from his patchy beard.

“Mhm. ‘S’cus’ of you, lady.” He teases gently.

You peck his lips once more, lulling him to close his eyes. Rest, Joel. You have all the time in the world to sleep. To love. To relax. To live. All the time, my love.

His lashes flutter as he sinks further into the couch, awaiting your return so he can snuggle with you once more.

Taking care of the laundry and tidying up the kitchen takes all of 10 minutes for you to complete. You find yourself thinking about the days when 10 minutes could either mean life or death. 10 minutes used to feel like 10 seconds. To run. To hide. To fight. 10 minutes now felt like 10 hours. 10 years.

You and Joel fought hard for this life of peace and not a day goes by where you don’t feel grateful for it all.

When you return to the sunroom, one of his legs is sticking out from under the quilted blanket, and he’s sprawled out entirely. His skin holds a warm glow from the trickling sunlight coming in through the windows.

He senses your presence even in his light slumber, and his arms subconsciously reach for you.

I’m here. You reassure him as his eyes open, droopy with sleep. He looks scruffy and soft at the same time. A big ole teddy bear; all yours.

Missed you. He murmurs softly as his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you back against his strong chest.

Missed you too, Joel. You melt into his warm embrace. Heartbeats steady, calm and at peace.

Two house cats basking in the sunlight, bellies full, and hearts warm.

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[angels-fantasy]

On my lady days soooo

Bakubaby period comfort?

Comforting You On Your Period

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Details: reader has a period, umm just talks avout cramps and stuff

Word Count: 469

IM SO FUCKING PISSED BC I LITERALLY JUST WROTE A WHOLE THING FOR THIS AND THEN IT FUCKING DELETED i dont even wanna write it anymore but im still going to especially bc my sweet dear asked for it 😼 and im also on my period #bloodsisters

you groaned as you lied in a fetal position on your bed, clutching your stomach. cramps were your worst enemy right now, especially since they were making it hard to even move, but that's why you had katsuki.

you heard him walk into the room and place something on the nightstand next to your bed. he sat down next to you on the bed and rubbed your shoulder, "i brought you some ibuprofen and water. sit up so you can take it."

you groaned more, "but it hurts..."

"but if you take it then it won't hurt."

well, he had a good point there.

you cursed him internally and sighed, forcing yourself to sit upright. he handed you a few pills and a glass of water to drink them with.

after you did so, you placed the glass back on your nightstand and went back to lay down but you were stopped by your boyfriend.

"hey if you're gonna lay down you can't fall asleep. you need to eat something with the medication, so i'm gonna go get you something. what do you want?" he asked.

you wanted to be upset at him for not letting you rot away in bed, but he was going to bring you food so it was okay. you told him what you wanted to eat and he nodded, leaning down to give you a kiss on your head which made you smile.

"you're such a sap."

"shut up."

a moment later he came back with the food you requested and you sat up slowly, accepting it from him happily. you pat the spot in bed next to you, "come sit with me, kats. we can watch tv together."

he did as you said and sat next to you, putting on the movie you requested to watch. you'd been watching this movie on repeat for the past week which would annoy him if it was anyone else, but it was you, so it was okay.

while you munched on your food you began to feel better and finally felt some relief from your pain. you leaned against katsuki, "thank you for taking care of me."

"'s no problem." he said, leaning into you too. the two of you embraced each other for a while until you felt your food-coma begin to hit and you slowly laid back down, bringing him with you.

"let's just-" you yawned, "take a nap..." you said, already half asleep. katsuki laughed softly and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back as you slept.

sometimes he wondered if he was doing an okay job at attending to your needs, especially because he knew he was more of a 'tough love' kind of person. but moments like these helped reassure himself that he was doing a pretty decent job.

authors note

sigh

im still mad that the first version got deleted smh but WHATEVER i just need to go to sleep. if theres any mistakes or stuff that doesnt make sense pls lmk because im literally half asleep right now lolol kay goodnight!

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[farfromharry]

Summary: you hated Christmas before spending it with your boyfriend Lando, now you couldn’t think of anything better than the holiday

lando norris x reader

w/c 409

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Christmas hadn’t always been your favourite holiday. It used to be the time of year you always dreaded, and for some reason it seemed to always come around too fast. But then you met Lando and everything changed.

You had no idea if it was because you were in love or if he truly was just magic, but he managed to completely change your opinion on Christmas with ease. Whether it was heading out to the markets in his hometown, decorating the house together or even sitting around wrapping presents, you suddenly loved it all.

If someone were to ask where your ideal place to be was, you’d tell them it was in Lando’s arms on Christmas day, belly full after a large dinner and heart warm after a day spent surrounded by family and love.

That was exactly where you were now and you wouldn’t ever dare ask for anything more.

Presents, dinner and the vast majority of the festivities for the day were done, now it was time for everyone to relax and watch the film that had been thrown on to entertain. Some members of the Norris family were napping, others had their eyes trained on the TV; You were a mix of both.

You were on the verge of falling asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, but he could tell there was something on your mind that was stopping you.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered, his lips dragging across your temple as he spoke.

You smiled, nuzzling further into his warmth. “How much I love you.”

If it were possible, you could have sworn you felt his heart beat quicker at your words. Lando knew that you loved him, but sometimes he failed to understand to what scale. Being reminded always served to make him incredibly flustered.

“Sap,” he teased.

A quiet laugh fell from your lips and if you could have gotten closer to him, you would have. He wrapped his arms even tighter around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you got comfortable.

“I love you too, though.”

You hummed, eyes closing and sleep finally getting the better of you. The Brit smiled to himself, his hand stroking your back in hopes of making your sleep more pleasant.

He too didn’t know how he’d turned you from Grinch to Buddy the Elf in such a short time, but when it meant moments like this, he wasn’t complaining.

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[mysticalabhainn]

Shota Aizawa x GN! Reader | Relationship Headcanons ♡

Summary: General Relationship Headcanons and thoughts on Aizawa as a partner. Not Gender specific. SFW.

Warnings: Mental Health is touched upon in this, so if that upsets you read at your own risk.

- Shota doesn't generally regard his own mental ans physical problems so much as he does yours. He's aware it's a problem, so please don't be hesitant to help him work on it.

- He's not a perfect person but he's trying his best foe you and those around him.

- When he's feeling down and in his head too much he comes to you for comfort and reassurance.

- Seeks you out a lot when your both home, he won't admit it to anyone but he's touch starved and craves your love and attention always.

- Has definitely thought of starting a family with you, taking care of another human being wasn't something he's thought of previously, but with you in his life he feels like he could be a great father.

- You stay up late with him, helping to grade papers, you like to leave little star stickers on everyone's papers, despite if they did well or not. The students know that Mr. Aizawa was not the one to put them there.

- You bring him lunch when he forgets to pack one, you'll both sit in the empty classroom catching up on each other's days.

- He leaves the softest kisses on your lips in the morning when he leaves for work.

- Loves it when you play with his hair while your going to sleep, it helps him fall asleep faster.

- Finds you absolutely endearing when you steal his clothes or even one of his winter scarves that are just as cozy as his sleeping bag.

- Speaking of his sleeping bag you both definitely have joint naps together in it.

- He runs cold, so don't be surprised when his ice cold feet seek your warm ones out.

- Blushes like crazy when you compliment him, it could be any kind of compliment as well! Doesn't have to be about his appearance.

- He basks in the praise.

- Wasn't hugged enough, please hug him :((

- Likes it when you braid his hair back before he goes to train.

- Isn't one for PDA but will hold hands in public or even lock pinkies.

- He's a secret hopeless romantic and would DIE if anyone found out.

- He's such a little sap.

- If you come home with a baby kitten, he will absolutely tell you "no" for the first half hour, until it's sleeping in his lap. That's his cat now, not yours.

[shinynewboots]

Listen to your Heart Part 2: Adam x pregnant!reader

AN: The long-awaited second and final part of Listen to Your Heart! I hope you all enjoy! This one is just pure smut lol

Warnings: 18+, smut, cunnilingus, Pregnancy (and reader being insecure of her body), cursing, breeding kink, no beta we die like Adam

tag list: @madmiriam, @tanuki0-clock @starbright349 @ukor02 @jennieyeager

Part 1

You and Adam had been adjusting to life at the hotel as best you could. You had attended all of Charlie's activities (as silly as some of them were) and you felt like you had made genuine connections with the occupants of the hotel. You had also become the unofficial hotel doctor and would be asked various medical questions that you tried to answer to the best of your ability (only so many things you could do with bloodwork or proper equipment).

In all, you enjoyed your time at the hotel. And you knew he would never admit it, but you knew the hotel was growing on Adam as well.

Speaking of growing, your stomach had grown exponentially since your arrival at the hotel. You could no longer see your feet (a fact you would moan to Adam about constantly) and you were now 7 months pregnant. Possible redemption (and fucking birth) felt so close and yet so far away.

Adam had become even more affectionate as your stomach grew. He almost constantly had a hand on you (or more accurately, wrapped around you) whenever you were around each other. He loved to spend hours rubbing your stomach and talking to 'Hellion'.

You had started to become more fatigued as the days dragged on, your beloved Hellion sapping most of your energy and nutrients. Little Leech, more like it.

There was one such afternoon when you were feeling particularly fatigued that Adam had come to check on you after you had told him you were going to lie for a nap an hour before.

"How are my favorite girls doing?" Adam asked, sliding into bed beside you and placing a large hand on your stomach.

You smiled softly. "We don't know that Hellion's a girl."

"Nah, Hellion is definitely a girl." He replied, rubbing your stomach gently.

"You sound confident, or rather more confident than normal."

Adam only smirked and lowered his head to trail soft kisses down your distended belly. He was slow and methodical and his facial hair tantalizingly brushed against your stomach. You closed your eyes in gentle pleasure and stretched your arms out over your head.

You missed the mischievous look Adam gave you as he made his way to the waistline of your pajama shorts. He grabbed the waistband with his teeth and began to slide them down your legs. Your eyes shot open and your legs came together.

Adam gave you a questioning look. "What's wrong?"

You felt your face heat up as you stared down at him, his face so close to your core, begging for him to continue. "I just don't feel attractive right now. I look like I'm about to pop."

Adam frowned and crawled up the bed so that he was facing you head on. He gripped your jaw softly, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip in a teasing way.

"Y/N, you're fucking gorgeous. I've never seen someone glow the way you do, especially now since you're carrying my kid."

"Adam," You whispered, your breath quickening.

"It takes everything in me not to fuck you all over every inch of this hotel. You literally make me go fucking insane, seeing you swollen with my kid. If I could, I'd keep you locked in here forever and never leave this bed."

Your breathing hitched and all you could do was nod. Hearing him confess to be almost constantly going over the edge just at the sight of your body made you crave his touch, his kiss, his body.

Satisfied with your reaction, Adam resumed his place down below your core and finished pulling off your shorts, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze.

He began to kiss up your left thigh, lingering and sucking in the sensitive area. A moan escaped your mouth, which encouraged Adam to suck your soft, sensitive skin even more, leaving love bites in his wake.

His kisses became licks as his tongue made a path to your core, his tongue savoring the taste of your skin and his face making that of a starving man.

You reached out your left hand and tangled it in his messy hair, your fingers wrapping possessively around the strands. Adam moaned as you pushed his head down closer to your core. Your legs parted to allow him further access and his warm breath tickled the bundle of nerves that sat in agony, waiting to be touched.

"Adam," You moaned, your hips bucking in anticipation. Adam responded in kind and suddenly his tongue found your clit and swirled around it slowly, savoring you like a dessert one has been waiting for all day.

"You taste so fucking sweet," Adam whispered between licks. One of his fingers played at your entrance until he decided to push it in slowly.

"Fuck," You whimpered. Your eyes were closed in ecstasy and in that moment you knew you would simply die once more if he were to stop his passionate acts. Your hand wrapped in his hair pushed him further into your core.

Adam continued to lick and suck at your clit, your juices and his saliva mixing together in a way that made him want to drink from you for the rest of his eternity.

"Fuck, Adam," You moaned, your back arched and your hands clinched. He used that moment to insert a second finger into you, your walls surrounding them tightly and taking them captive.

You were so close to the edge, you could feel the orgasm build in a more intense manner than you had ever felt before.

"I'm about to-"You moaned before every thought in your head was erased and replaced with the pure ecstasy of the orgasm Adam had brought you to. Your body spasm and shivered and your the walls of your cunt tightened around his fingers like a boa constrictor.

You panted, your eyes wild as your watched Adam emerge from your cunt. His face glistened with the sheen of you, his eyes ignited with passion. You looked over at his crotch to his cock hard beneath pants.

"Strip," You commanded, still breathless and on your back as you stared over at Adam. Adam said nothing, but stripped out of his clothes and lay on the bed beside you. His hand lazily stroked his cock as he took in the site of you, heavy with his child and utterly spent from the orgasm he gave you.

You rolled over (an impressive feat considering your current state) so that you were crouched over Adam. You straddled his waist and grabbed his cock from his hand, thrusting it into your body. Your was still wet and tight from your orgasm. Adam gasped at the sensation, his face one of pure bliss.

You gathered yourself, letting your body accommodate to the feel of his large cock. Adam grabbed your hips with his hands and squeezed tightly.

"Fuck," Adam groaned as you began to ride his cock, making rhythmic, slow movements. Your breasts, heavy under the weight of pregnancy, bounced with every thrust.

"Fucking bitch, you've never been more sexy than you are now, pregnant with kid."

Adam's confession made your heart flutter and your hand move to your clit. You rubbed purposefully circles around your clit as you rode him, pushing you both closer and closer to the edge.

Adam moaned and bucked his hips up to further thrust into you and you felt as though you were being utterly impaled in the most delightful way. You felt so sexy, swollen and riding the father of your child as he stared at you with adoration and lust.

You felt yourself so close to the precipice. So close to the knot in your belly that had formed becoming unraveled.

"Adam I'm about to come," You whimpered, your hips grinding against his own in a more frantic motion.

"Come for me," He breathed out, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter. You felt your cunt tighten as you peaked at your orgasm, trapping his cock. Adam let out a groan and you could feel his warm seed filling your womb.

You straddled him for a moment longer, your eyes still seeing stars. Sweat coated both of you and found yourself shiver as you came down from your second orgasm. You slowly removed yourself from Adam and slowly flopped over to the side of him, his cum rolling down your love-bitten thighs.

Adam pulled you close so that your head lay on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and his hand found its familiar position on his stomach.

You smiled softly as Hellion kicked when she realized her father was near. Though not conventional in the slightest, you were excited about this odd life you shared with Adam and your future child (especially if it meant more lazy napping days to come).

[ordinary-barbie]

there's something about the summer - jean kirstein x reader

tags: female!reader, some smut but not explicit, tooth-rotting fluff

minors/ageless blogs dni.

you were never a huge fan of summer, but a certain sandy-haired guy manages to change your mind. modern AU. title from "summer mood" by best coast. buckle up because this is a bit of a long one.

Walking away, talking all day Ooh, I want you Ooh, I want you But there is something about the summer There is something about the summer There is something about the summer

to be honest, summer was never your favorite season. sure, getting time off from school was nice, and going on family vacations was fun, but you could never say you were in love with it. that is, until you met jean kirstein.

it makes perfect sense that jean adores summer. the man is a walking ray of sunshine! at first, you're baffled when jean says it's his favorite season. how could he possibly love the hottest time of the year?

jean lights up as he explains what he loves about summer: beach days. lying by the pool at his mom's house. ice cream dates. the sun setting after 7 pm. it's such a freeing time, and makes him feel like a little kid again. (you playfully roll your eyes at his enthusiasm but secretly, your heart melts. jean is just too damn adorable.

jean, the sentimental sap that he is, is determined to make your first summer together great. the man has a document in his iPhone Notes app with potential summer fun ideas!

he's so lame (affectionate)

Jean takes you to his favorite beach, a 5-hour drive away from home. he loads up on both of your favorite snacks for the trip and trusts you with the aux cord. there's a lot of loudly singing to pop songs, even though jean, bless his heart, can't carry a tune to save his life.

you're definitely familiar with this beach in name (and through friends' Instagram photos) but you've never made the trip yourself. and after you and jean get settled into your airbnb and decide to explore, you wonder why it took so long.

the beach is located on a little island along the coast, 3 blocks away from where you're staying, and its gorgeous scenery takes your breath away. miles of sandy beaches and beautiful oak trees laden with spanish moss are there to greet you and jean. the two of you interlock fingers as you stroll along the beach and check out the pier.

jean finds another reason to love summer the next morning, when you decide to bring along a book in your tote so you can lay out on the beach and read. when you first emerge from your shared bathroom in your favorite bikini, jean has to keep his jaw from completely unhinging. goddamn, how did he luck out with the prettiest girl in the world?

it's such a good-fitting bathing suit, hugging your body in all the right spots and making your tits look amazing. jean blushes, still amazed at how you can get him so hard without even trying.

spoiler alert: you don't make it to the beach that morning - jean manages to convince you that your post-breakfast activities should involve him mouthing at your breasts under your bikini top and eating you out until your bottoms are soaked instead. (you should be mad at him for ruining your reading time but you can't be too upset after multiple orgasms.)

after a post-sex nap (jean, responsible king that he is, brought a box of condoms and some lube just in case) and a thorough session of sunscreen application (again: jean the responsible king, though the two of you also relish the opportunity to have your hands on each other again), the two of you do manage to make it out to the beach for an afternoon of lazing around.

you're reading a romance novel that one of your friends recommended to you, and jean has his sketchbook and colored pencils out. ("my little monet," you lovingly tease him, giggling when the tips of his ears turn pink and he smiles bashfully.)

after a couple of sleepy, relaxed, sun-soaked hours on the beach, you and jean head back to the airbnb, and he reveals what he's been working on. it's a picture of you, lying on your stomach as you smile at the book you're reading. the amount of detail jean puts into the drawing makes you feel warm inside. jean is so damn talented, and it flatters you to be considered his muse.

you beam at jean before pulling him into a deep kiss. "i'm so lucky to have you in my life," you mutter into his sandy brown locks, and it makes him want to melt. the feeling is oh so mutual.

the rest of the trip seems to pass by in a blur. jean is game as you pull him into vintage shops and museums, and you humor his touristy desire to go on a guided tour and chill out in the golf cart while your boyfriend plays a few holes. truthfully, you haven't been on a proper beach vacation in ages, and you're so glad jean convinced you to be whisked away for a few days.

you and jean vow to go on a beach trip every summer. he's already getting excited at the thought of bringing your future kids to his favorite beach, and your heart seizes at the thought. you'd been ambivalent to the idea of having kids at first but there's something about jean that makes you want to form a family with him someday.

one thing you and jean bonded over when you first met through mutual friends (thanks Sasha and Marco) was music, and you learn that jean is a huge summer concert fan. whether it's a big festival or just one of your favorite artists, he wants nothing more than to just vibe to the music with you. one year into your relationship, he convinces you to go to bonnaroo with him, which is huge because you do not do camping. but spending a weekend on a Tennessee farm with jean, jamming to a bunch of artists and feasting on festival food by day and snuggling under the stars by night, ends up being pretty damn romantic.

back to that first summer. jean usually spends the fourth of july at his mom and stepdad's lake house, and jean's mom insists that you tag along so she can finally meet the girl that her jeanbo is so wild about. you're nervous at first - you never know what will happen when you meet the parents.

however, all your worries melt away when jean's mom envelopes you in the biggest hug. the two of you end up adoring each other, which makes jean's heart swell (at least until he catches the two of you giggling over old childhood photos his mom has on his phone)

jean's stepdad is pretty great as well. he's an affable guy who makes a mean turkey burger and is delighted that you laugh at his terrible dad jokes. jean's stepsisters, who are both teens, love you and crack jokes about how their dorky stepbrother managed to land someone as cool as you. when the two of you are cuddled up in bed on the last night of your trip, you tell jean how welcomed you feel by his family, and he's relieved that his two worlds have merged together so perfectly.

there's so many summer memories that you and jean hold dear, no matter how big or small. you tell him how you and your younger brother used to stand out in the front yard on summer nights and watch the fireflies flit about. you both decide to check out a new custard place that opens up and become determined to try as many flavors as possible. movie dates, so many movie dates, whether they're in a theater or at home (and jean prefers the ones at home since they usually lead to makeouts). parties with your mutual friends. summer weddings that leave you both misty-eyed.

thanks to jean kirstein, you've warmed up - pardon the pun - to this magical stretch of time from late May to September. it's not like you've never had fun during summer, but this man (this beautiful sunshine boy) has made you appreciate the season in so many ways. jean embodies summer to you, and you can't think about summer without being reminded of jean.

during your third summer together, you and jean are on your annual beach trip, but something feels different. after a delicious dinner and dessert at a local restaurant, jean decides to take you out to the beach, ostensibly to get some pics of the sunset (you've gotten used to jean being your personal paparazzo by now, and you must admit, the guy takes good photos). however, once he drops to one knee and takes a small box out of his pocket, everything clicks into place for you. jean's been different this trip, still his normal goofy self, but with an undercurrent of something else that you realize were probably nerves. you can barely get any words out through your tears, peppering him with kisses.

you hear a camera flash go off and spot Sasha, who somehow managed to keep herself hidden during the proposal. you envelop her in a big hug, grateful to her for introducing you to the love of your life. you can't believe that jean is going to be yours - not just for this summer, but for every summer forevermore.

[merlincmgirl]

ABO - Hound x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You're just coming into your normal heat and you need your Alpha with you. Only problem is, he's tying up loose ends with Fox when the heat finally hits.

Characters: Hound, Fox, Thorn (mentioned), Grizzler

Pairing: Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 6,379

Warnings: Alpha and Omega dynamics, oral (female receiving), PinV sex, fingering, doggy style, aftercare, fluff and smut, they're both saps for each other.

Author's Note: I hope I did Hound proud in this one.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to look after her?” Hound frowned, looking between a joyful Grizzer and a grumpy Fox. It would only be for a few days but damn if he wouldn’t miss his girl.

Taking everything in him to not roll his eyes, Fox answered his little brother. “We’ll be fine. She’ll stay with me while I complete all this flimsiwork” Fox grumbled, nodding to the piles and piles of flimsi and datapads on his desk. Grizzer whined, rubbing her snout along Fox’s calf.

“She needs to be walked regularly, Fox and she has some warm milk before bed to help her after working a case. I asked Thorn to make sure that she’s entertained while I’m gone, you know when you’re guarding the Chancellor” Hound reported, remembering to list off everything that would ensure the massiff would be comfortable during his leave. He hated being away from her, but he trusted his brothers to look after her right.

“Stars Hound, would you kriff off?!” Fox growled, crossing his arms and leaning back on his desk. Grizzer sat up, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gazed at Hound expectantly. Almost like she was encouraging him to go. “Haven’t you got your girl to look after? Shouldn’t it be hitting soon?” Fox reminded, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.

Hound glanced at his chrono and winced. “Yeah, you’re right, vod. Are you sure it’s okay for me and Grizzer to be off duty?” Hound asked one more time, knowing how difficult it was when they were down men.

Letting out the long suffering sigh only an elder sibling could, Fox forcefully turned Hound around and shoved him towards the door. “Yes, go look after your cyare, she needs you more than we do right now. Anything short of a Zillo Beast will be dealt with. Now go! You’re making my office a mess just standing here” Fox ordered, tapping Hound’s pauldron affectionately before opening the door and pushing him through it.

He heard Hound spluttering on the other side before he turned to Grizzer. “Alright, girl, let’s get this over with so we can maybe get to the barracks before the next shift starts” Fox groaned, scratching Grizzer’s head as he flopped into his seat. She let out a rumble before collapsing on Fox’s feet under the desk, quite content to nap while her handler was away.

“Cyare? Sorry I’m late, traffic is worse than normal today, go figure. How are you feeling?” Hound called out, kicking his boots off by the door. Already he could smell a sweet scent flooding the air around him. Your heat would be soon, if not here already, from what he could tell.

“Hound?” a small voice called from the bedroom, and Hound quickly gathered the food and water supplies that he had already prepared this morning when your heat was threatening to arrive. It sounded like you were already in your nest, riding the first waves of your heat as you tried to get comfortable. He had already lost a number of blacks to your nest building, but he didn’t mind, as long as his girl was happy and cosy, that was all that mattered.

As he walked into your shared bedroom, he found you in your nest of blankets, pillows and his clothes. You were curled into yourself, clutching the water bottle and burying your head into his pillow as you tried to fight off the cramps.

“Oh, pretty girl, I’m here. You’re going to be okay. How are you feeling?” he shushed, placing the supplies next to the bed. They would need to be in easy reach of you and him as you both rode out your heat. He regretted not getting here fast enough, you were obviously uncomfortable already.

Shivering, you reached out for him, wanting to tug him into your nest and scent him. But Hound pulled away, shushing your whines and leaning down to brush his lips against your temple. He had to get all of his ARF armour off first before he could enter your nest.

“Cold… so kriffing cold! And the cramps… nothing’s working Hound” you complained, switching onto your back to try and get comfortable. You huffed as a pillow was stuck under your back and you tugged it out, throwing it to the edge of the nest. However you growled when you realised you wanted it back, there was a space next to you that would be perfect for it when you rolled over onto your side.

Hound must have realised what you wanted, as he picked it up and placed it in the exact spot you were thinking about. It had your Omega instincts purring to know that your Alpha knew you so well, that he could predict your needs and take care of you. Tilting your head, you reached out for him again, letting out a little chirp of interest.

The trooper laughed, slipping off his blacks before finally taking your offered hand, letting you tug him into your nest just how you wanted him. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief, surrounded by all the comforts and luxuries his beautiful Omega had provided in her nest. When she pushed him onto his back and cuddled up into his side, he went willingly, arms coming around to press her tighter into his side.

Throwing your leg around his waist, you buried your nose into the scent gland at the base of his neck, feeling the tension bleed out of your body. You felt more relaxed than you did this morning, as Hound continued to press large warm strokes up and down your back. He smelled of hot chocolate, petrichor and a hint of spice that warmed you to your core. It was a lot stronger now that you were going into heat, and you could only just imagine what your own scent was throwing at him.

Hound let out a small purr of contentment as you traced patterns all along his chest. He buried his nose into your hair, taking in your delicious scent of vanilla, peaches and rose after a rainfall. Closing his eyes, he rested one hand on your belly as the cramps seemed to ease up with his presence.

“Was Grizzer okay?” you mumbled into his neck, and it was only Hound’s good hearing that helped him understand what you said.

“She was, cyare. I think she was excited to spend some time with Fox… and Fox with her” Hound admitted, making you chuckle.

“Oh? Have you lost your place as her favourite?” you teased, pulling away to lean up on his chest. You couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful brown eyes, the way they sparkled with amusement and held such love for you all at once had you pressing a kiss to his nose.

Scrunching his nose up and beaming at you, he pulled you back down onto his chest. “Never! She knows who her Daddy is” Hound scoffed, shaking his head at the thought.

His words sent a cramp through you, imagining calling him Daddy in another situation. A very risqué situation that had you both trying to quieten down your moans.

“Sorry, cyare” he winced, kissing your head and soothing the cramps with careful and gentle strokes. “I meant that Fox seemed more relaxed with her around. He definitely has favourites, and Grizzer is one of his favourites. He even lets her around base while the others have to stay in the kennels. Thorn told me he has a bag of massif treats in his belt that he carries around” Hound explained, grinning at his older brothers and the way they spoilt his 2nd best girl.

“When the war is over, we’re going to get Fox a therapy dog” you grinned, feeling the way his chest rumbled and shook as he laughed beneath you. Hearing the way his laugh echoed around your room, you relaxed further into your blankets and his hold of you.

“Good idea, mesh’la. He’d probably cry” Hound agreed, running his hand through your hair before pulling away slightly. “Have you eaten and drunk anything yet, love?” he asked, keeping his tone light and casual in case you thought he was chiding you. Sometimes around your heat, it could leave you pretty distracted and you didn’t always remember to hydrate and eat before it was a full on heat.

“I had some water before you came back. I couldn’t eat anything though, feels like my stomach is rolling every time” you mumbled, grimacing at the thought of food right now.

“Hmm, okay mesh’la. How about we have a light snack and see how you feel later, huh? Will you do that for me?” he suggested, cupping your cheek and running his calloused fingertips over your cheekbone and down across your jaw.

The thought of disappointing your Alpha made you want to whine and you quickly nodded at him in acceptance. Maybe something light would help after all. Your reward was instant, as Hound beamed at your answer, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before turning to grab some supplies.

“Drink at least half of this, then I want you to lie down on my chest” he instructed, getting himself comfortable against the pile of pillows behind him. As he watched you drink down half a bottle of water, he fluffed up the pillows surrounding you in the nest, wanting to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. When you were finished, he helped guide you so that you lay with your back against his chest, so he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

“Here now, my sweetest girl, try some of this. It should help stop any nausea” he suggested, passing over little cubes of meiloorun fruit that he had brought especially just for your heat.

Leaning back into him, he plucked one of the cubes from the tray that rested in your lap, and held it up to your lips. Feeling just how much he loved you and was devoted to you by the small act, you couldn’t help but sigh and open your mouth for him. He continued to hand feed you fruit and snacks until you became full and you shook your head from his gentle fingers.

“You did so well for me, Omega. Got to make sure you have everything you need for when this heat hits” Hound smiled, pressing kisses down from your temple all the way to your chin. You tilted your head to the side, eager to let him explore more. However, before he could move, you let out a loud yawn that you tried to muffle with your hand.

It was no use, there was no way you could disguise that yawn.

Chuckling, Hound shuffled down the nest, getting comfortable as he ran soothing hands up and down your sides. “How about we take a little nap, mesh’la? It’ll help you feel a bit better” he suggested, already hearing the way your breaths started to even out and relax more for him.

“’Kay, but only for a bit” you mumbled, fighting another yawn as you finally felt safe. You were at home, in your nest with Hound wrapped around you and you knew that if something was to come through that door, then he’d protect you. Purring in delight and safety, you finally succumbed to sleep.

When you woke up, it was to the feeling of being too warm, your skin felt hot and sticky against the blankets and you felt so uncomfortable. An ache was rolling in your stomach and you buried your head into the chest underneath you, trying to get comfortable. You knew your heat had well and truly started, as you could feel the slick spread between your thighs and a burning need was starting to creep up your spine.

“Hound” you whined, biting your lip and brushing your nose against his scent gland. The flood of his unique smell had you pressing even closer into your trooper. He smelled of hot chocolate, petrichor and a hint of spice that was impossible to find anywhere on Coruscant. But it clung to him like a second skin and you couldn’t help but breath him in deeper.

Hound woke with a snort, eyes blinking rapidly as he woke up suddenly, ready to face whatever was going on. He looked down to see you practically rolled on top of him, your leg hooked around his waist as you buried your face into his neck, letting out quiet sighs. Oh, you were definitely in heat now, he could smell your scent flood the room. The sweet smell of peaches, vanilla and roses on a warm summers day filled the bedroom, and he knew without having to see your face that it wouldn’t be long before the cramps flared up again.

“Shh, it’s alright mesh’la, I’m here. I’ve got you” Hound whispered, stroking up and down your back as he resettled you into his side. The heat coming from you was like a furnace, and already he could feel a thin layer of sweat settling in between you both.

“Please!” you growled, feeling consumed by the heat. Your thighs rubbed together, trying to stave off the arousal that was beginning to drip from you. Already that ache and need was becoming insistent, and you couldn’t help the whine that slipped out at the pain that was starting to build as well.

“Lets get you out of these clothes, huh?” he suggested, pushing himself up onto his knees and gripping the hem of your pyjama shirt. It clung to your skin as he pulled it over your head, and you shivered, burying yourself back into the soft fabrics of your nest. “Nearly done, sweet girl. Lift your hips up for me” Hound instructed, the soothing baritone of his voice helped calm down the instinctual urge to just push him on his back and mount him.

Pushing your hips up, you felt his long, calloused fingers slide beneath the waistline and pull them down off your legs. The material was soaked through with your arousal at the crotch, and it clung to your pussy lips until Hound tugged them free. Groaning, you couldn’t help but let your legs fall open for him, glad to be naked and free from any restrictive clothes.

“Kriffing hells, my little Omega, you’re soaked” Hound cursed, eyes zeroing in on your glistening folds. He stepped out of the nest for a moment, which made you let out a displeased growl. “Just taking these off, mesh’la. It’s okay” he soothed, stripping his blacks off.

He handed them back to you and you focused on putting them in the perfect spot, right by your head so you could be surrounded by his scent and his warmth. Fluffing them out a bit and making sure they were just right was all you could focus on at the moment, needing the nest to be absolutely perfect for you and your Alpha during your heat.

“That’s perfect, my good little Omega, that’s the perfect spot. Can I come back into your nest now?” he asked, a small adoring smile on his face at seeing how you wanted to be surrounded by him. A part of it he knew was your Omega instinct, another part reminded that you were also like this when not ruled by them.

Not wanting to be away from him any longer than you had to, you reached for him, pulling him into the nest now that you had deemed it right. “Hound” you groaned, running your hands over his defined chest to his shoulders before you reached for the bun at the top of his head and pulled it out. His long curls came cascading down, and you soaked in the little sight of pleasure that Hound released at the feel of his hair being free.

Leaning into him, you wrapped an arm around his neck, lowering him down to you until your lips brushed together. It was an electric kiss, and you couldn’t help when your tongue flicked against the seam of his mouth, or when he opened them for you so you could lick into his mouth. Running your tongue over his teeth and swallowing his deep moans, you let out a purr of contentment, as his hands squeezed at your hips, holding you close.

“Lie down, ad’ika” he murmured, barely pulling away enough to get the words out as your lips brushed against each other.

Hound helped lie you on your back, and you whined, running your hands up and down his powerful arms. You wanted him closer to you. “Please, want to feel you” you pouted, knowing he couldn’t resist you when you were looking at him with lust blown eyes.

Hound nodded, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of your head. He ran his fingers through the strands of your hair, pushing it away from your face before curling them around his fingers and pulling slightly. It wasn’t a hard pull but it resulted in you gasping, legs sliding against his as you looked up into his beautiful oak-coloured eyes.

“Mesh’la” he whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from you as he felt his cock twitch at the warm, wet heat that was pressed against it. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. Fill you with his cum. Shaking his head, he leaned down to press another kiss to you, this one more passionate as he let out a deep rumble in his chest.

“Alpha!” you breathed, eyes sliding shut at the noise and you ran your hands down his back, feeling the dips and hills of his muscles as he shifted over you. Sighing, you felt him lay kisses along your cheeks, skirting the edge of your jaw before descending down the column of your neck. He tilted your head further back to give him access and you let out an answering moan while his warm, talented lips sucked marks down your neck. He grazed his teeth just over the mating bite he had left on your neck, soothing it with his tongue as you cried out, thighs clamping around his hips at the burst of pleasure that shot through you at his touch.

It was always a sensitive spot on you, and it was of the upmost disgrace if anyone but your mate touched it. Hound enjoyed running his nose along the mark, especially as it always had you writhing in his lap and the sweet smell of your slick punctuating the air. The one on his own neck was always a place he covered up, just in case anyone would see he had a mate and he didn’t want anyone but you touching it. Every time you ran your fingers over the bite or pressed soft kisses along it, he was putty in your hands.

“Stay still for me, Omega, can you do that?” he ordered, pulling slightly on your hair to get you to focus on him. He smiled as you nodded, and he rewarded you with a quick peck on your lips before he pressed kisses all the way down your body. He sucked marks on the curve of your breasts, right where your chest band would sit so you would be reminded of him when your heat dissipated. His fingers tickled down your sides and you giggled, flinching away from his playful touch.

Hound chuckled against your belly, blowing a raspberry on your skin and enjoying the laughter you let out at that. It was so good to hear you happy and having fun, it fed his Alpha instincts to know you were so comfortable with him.

“Alpha!” you grumbled, urging him to get on with it.

“Sorry, mesh’la” he grinned, nipping at your side before sliding down the bed, setting himself between your thighs. He couldn’t help but growl at the intense scent of you hit his nose, it was so strong he could almost taste your slick on his tongue before he even had a chance to move. Nuzzling into your inner thigh, he let out a small sigh before he placed a kiss there.

The ache inside of you was becoming too distracting, and you needed him to get a move on otherwise you would combust. Reaching for his long curls, you tugged on them, bucking your hips up into his face.

“Now, now, my pretty Omega, I said stay still” he chided, hands gliding up from your knee to your thighs. He squeezed the thick flesh in his hands before pushing them open, spreading you wide for him. “Don’t want me to get the cuffs, do you?” he asked, sending you a flirty look from between your legs.

“Kriff! No! I’m sorry” you whined, shaking your head as you tried to stop the rush of want and need that hit you at the sight of him between your spread legs. As you were pulling your hand away from his head, Hound shook his head and reached to stop you, hand enclosing around your wrist.

“No Omega, you can pull my hair. Want to know how much you enjoy it when I get a taste of this delicious cunt” he smirked, giving your wrist a soft squeeze before he went back to work at the apex of your legs.

As you were covered in your own arousal, your heat making you even more drenched than usual, Hound kitten licked around your core. He never ventured too close to where you wanted him, just licking up and tasting the sweet juices that had run from you during your sleep.

Just as you pulled sharply at his head to direct him where you wanted him, Hound slid his fingers between your folds and peeled you open for him. He growled lowly at the sight of how wet you are for him, and he couldn’t help but dive right in. His talented tongue flicked at your clit briefly before falling to your entrance, determined to collect and taste the sweet nectar from the source.

You cried out, hips bucking against his face as he feasted on you. The wet sounds of your desire and the slurping of his mouth was filthy, and if you weren’t already in heat, you’d feel your cheeks flush at the noise. But it was all you could do to hold onto him, your hand coming to clench at the soft blankets and pillows near your head. “Hound! More!” you begged, as he ran his tongue around your entrance, stretching you open on his tongue first.

“Greedy girl” he chuckled, before shooting you a filthy look. His mouth was covered in your arousal, some had even reached his nose. The pupil of his dark eyes were blown, only a small slither of brown showing around his pupil. But he bit his lip playfully before his mouth fell to your bundle of nerves he had until now, ignored.

“FUCK!” you shouted, as Hound lathered your clit with attention, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his shoulders pushed your legs even wider. It seemed like he wanted to drown in your juices, and you believed he could. You felt so slick down there, both his saliva and your own arousal mixing. Heats with Hound was always powerful, messy but extremely satisfying.

“That’s a good girl, let me hear you” Hound purred, the vibrations sending licks of pleasure up your spine at the feel of them against your clit. He pressed two fingers into your soaked entrance, and you whined at the intrusion. Because of his mouth and how wet you was, they glided inside of you. He let out a moan of appreciation as he began curling his fingers up and down, searching for that spot inside of you.

A large gush of arousal spilled out from his fingers as he found it, and you rocked your hips against his hands, chasing the feeling. Gasping at every brush against your sensitive spot, you were surprised when Hound pressed down on your lower stomach, right where your pubic bone was. Instantly everything felt magnified. His fingers felt bigger, the waves of ecstasy he was showing you against your clit felt like it was dialled to a thousand and he kept up the motion – holding you down and fucking you on his fingers.

Tugging at his hair, you tried to writhe under his hand but he was too strong. He kept you in place, licking around his fingers for a moment before returning to your clit. He increased his pace, a third finger sliding in to join the others as he fucked you on his hand.

The sounds that were coming from you would have had you embarrassed at any other time, but right now, in the middle of your heat, you didn’t give a damn. Hound was making you feel so good, made you want to spread your legs more so he could get closer to you.

The coil inside of you was getting tighter and tighter, leaving you gasping and calling out his name. You didn’t think you would be able to stop the inferno that would rip through you if you fell over the edge of pleasure. “Alpha!” you whined, eyes scrunching up as you tried to last a little longer.

“Cum for me, Omega. Cum for me” Hound growled against your clit, fucking you faster with his three fingers.

His words were all you needed as you screamed, every muscle in your body tightening at your release. Waves and waves of hot, boiling pleasure burnt through your veins, and you could barely register that you were clutching and shaking at Hound, fingers still buried tight inside of your cunt.

“Shh, that’s my good girl. You’re so beautiful when you cum, nearly made me finish as well. Love you, my beautiful girl, my wonderful Omega” Hound praised, raining kisses along your face and temples as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your shuddering entrance.

The soft reassuring tones of his voice helped you come back to reality, as he held you against him, whispering praise all along. Warm, strong hands ran up and down your sides as he pressed lingering kisses to the crown of your head.

When you send a short questioning chirp to him, Hound relaxed even more, burying his face against your neck. “You did so well for me, love. How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, content to go at your pace, even though his cock was throbbing for attention.

“Good, so good, Alpha, butt… it’s not enough. Can feel it building again. I need you to knot me” you mumbled, resting a hand on your stomach and already feeling the tightening of muscles underneath your palm.

“Alright, pretty girl, I’ll knot you. Going to tie us together until there’s no way you won’t be carrying my pups” he swore, pulling himself up onto his knees over you. He stared down at you with such a loving look that you blushed, flicking at his leg. He chuckled, unable to stop admiring how perfect you were for him, how beautiful you looked lost in your pleasure. The pleasure that he had created inside of you.

However his chuckle was cut short as your hand slid down his chest, circling his nipple before trailing down his stomach and running through the little hairs underneath his belly button. Your hand slid lower, gripping his velvety hard length and realising that he was spilling pre-cum down his shaft. Sitting up a little, you spat on your palm before taking him once more in your hand. Hound let out a loud groan, his bucking up into your hand.

As you pumped his solid length, you could feel the way he twitched beneath your fingers. On every up stroke you would twist around his head, and Hound struggled now to reach out to grab you, instead twisting his hands into the blankets. With every stroke downwards, you felt the swelling at the base of his cock, his knot beginning to form to lock you two together.

“Mesh’la, baby, stop” Hound panted, hands coming to grip your wrist to stop your fun. You shot him a pout and he chuckled breathlessly. “Keep doing that Omega, and I’ll be finished before I even get inside of you” he reminded, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Want you inside of me” you agreed, nuzzling your nose against his.

“That’s what I thought, turn over pretty girl. Hands and knees, little Omega” he instructed, voice dropping low with a hint of Alpha in it.

It had you moving quickly, turning around on your hands and knees and presenting yourself to him. You angled your hips, making sure that he could see just how soaked and swollen you were for him.

“Stars! You look so pretty like this, my beautiful Omega. I can’t believe you picked me to be your Alpha” he breathed in awe, running his hands over the globes of your ass before spreading them for his eyes only. Yes, he was one lucky bastard having you like this all to himself.

“Alpha! Hound! I love you” you reminded him, his words cutting through the fog in your head just enough that you could hear the self-deprecating in it. Your Hound was always thinking that others were better than him, it had been drummed into him since a cadet on Kamino. But you didn’t believe that, he was amazing and special and handsome and yours. And you wouldn’t stop telling him that until he believed you.

“Love you too, mesh’la” he smiled softly, leaning over you to press a kiss to the base of your neck. “Spread your knees a little wider for me, that’s a good girl” he praised, positioning you just how he wanted you to and making sure you were comfortable.

Sighing, you rested your head on the pillows that was soaked in the scent of you and Hound, and you reached behind you to entwine your fingers with those on your hip. It felt so right to have him like this, to be ready for him to fuck you and knot you. The heat would last for a few more days until it sputtered out, but just feeling this close to Hound, having him take care of you and be your Alpha. It meant more to you than he probably knew.

Hound gave a low grunt as he pumped his cock a couple of times before lining himself up against your entrance. Feeling the squeeze of your fingers around his in consent, he began to push his length inside of you. He went steady, not wanting to hurt you as well as not wanting to blow his load too soon. You felt incredible around him. The soft, warm, velvety clutch of your walls around his length had him gritting his teeth, trying to control himself.

“Alpha!” you whined, shoving your hips back as he was taking too long. Hound let out a loud groan, hands squeezing your hips to still you. It did nothing but encourage you, and you spread your legs wider to hand him pressed closer against you.

“Kriff! Karking hells, baby” he hissed, eyes squeezed closed as he took in deep breaths. You were so tight around him, even though he had opened you up. It felt like lava was pressed around him, he needed a moment just to catch his breath. “You okay, Omega?” he asked, running a soothing hand up your spine.

“Will be when you move, come on Alpha. I need your knot, please” you cried, burning desire racing through you at the memories of his knot locking you together.

Hound growled, hands squeezing your hips tightly before he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into you. “Greedy little thing, I’ll give you what you need. Only when I’m ready” he said, voice slipping into Alpha tone that had you whimpering and baring your neck for him. Hound didn’t waste the chance, falling over your back and sucking marks along your neck.

You cried out as the position forced his cock deeper inside of you. With every thrust in he was grinding against you, making you clutch at the sheets beneath you to try and hold onto something. Feeling teeth graze your neck, you whined, nodding and hoping he knew you granted permission.

It seemed Hound did because he bit down onto your neck, not enough to break the skin but enough that it would leave a mark come morning. Pulling back, content he had marked you up once more, he began to really fuck into you. Hips driving you further up the nest as he continued to thrust inside your clenching hole with powerful and hard movements.

With every thrust inside of you, pressing deep inside of your core, you could feel his knot swelling, getting bigger and bigger with each roll of his hips. You wanted it so badly, you couldn’t help but buck your hips back into him, hoping it would catch with each slam of his cock inside of you.

Hound couldn’t help the broken moan that fell from his lips as he felt your walls clenching tightly around him. He knew it wouldn't be long, he could already feel his knot swelling and catching on your rim. But he wanted to hear you as you came around him. Twisting his fingers into your hair, he gripped the hair close to your scalp and pulled. The reward was instantaneous, you clenched tight around him and a loud cry of his name fell from your lips.

“Want to hear you” he panted out, pounding into your drenched hole.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” you sobbed out, eyes scrunched shut as you felt your release approaching. With every broken cry forced out of you with his powerful thrusts, you were getting closer and closer to your edge.

“That’s it little Omega, can feel you shaking around me. Go on, cum! Cum for your Alpha” he growled, hand sliding between you to rub at the bundle of nerves that was swollen from his attention.

You were just on the edge, struggling to be pushed over enough to finally reach your orgasm. “Alpha!” you moaned, tears slipping from your face as he grunted in your ear.

“Cum for me, Omega, and I’ll give you my knot” he whispered, words hot and heavy against your ear.

It sent you hurtling over the edge, waves and waves of pleasure washing through you at the way he touched you and encouraged you on. Through your shuddering, you could feel the way that Hound’s knot was catching on your rim. With one, two, three more thrust, it had caught inside of you. Hound hissed out, grinding his cock deep into your quivering channel and shooting his load as he shook above you.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, toppling you onto your side with him while you were still locked together. Hound pulled your hair away from your neck, placing his head there and sighing softly. You smiled, one arm holding the hands around your waist, the other coming to stroke through his long strands. It was perfect, the both of you coming down from your highs, only the sounds of your ragged breathing and racing hearts between you.

When your breathing returned to normal, you turned to look at Hound as best as you could. “I love you, you know that right? I wouldn’t have picked anyone else but you, Hound” you admitted quietly, dragging your fingers over his scalp.

The answering rumble from his chest made you grin, but you needed him to know just how special he was. He buried his head into your neck, pressing a light kiss to one of the marks that he had put there. “I know, I love you too” he breathed, squeezing you tighter to him.

“Good, and I’ll keep telling my big, brave Alpha that until he listens” you teased, the grin breaking into a smile now.

Hound rolled his eyes, nose scrunched up at the words. “God you sound like something from the holonet” he grumbled, shaking his head. Listening to your giggles, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Keeping one hand still wrapped around you, Hound reached for the water bottles and snacks he had set up in easy reach. “Drink this for me, love” he instructed, opening the bottle for you and handing it over.

Eagerly you drunk it down, the water soothing against your throat. It helped centre you a bit more, and you didn’t realise how thirsty you was until Hound was taking the empty bottle from you. “Thanks, I guess I needed that” you muttered, leaning back into his chest. He passed you some of your snacks, keen to keep you full in more ways than one. All these caring actions made your heart flutter in your chest and you ducked your head as you thanked the stars for throwing Hound into your path.

“Got to keep your energy levels up, mesh’la. We’ve got 3 more days of this” he reminded, kissing your shoulder. He cursed when he tried to shift his hips into a more comfortable position. “Kriff, next time I want you to ride me. At least then I can see your pretty face” he grumbled, feeling his knot tug on your pussy.

You whined, gritting your teeth at the feeling of him moving. It flared up some of the latent heat that had been waiting in your core, ready for the next round. “Hound!” you growled, tapping his thigh to keep him still.

“Sorry mesh’la, just wanted to hold you properly while you eat and drink. Want to take care of you properly” Hound apologised, wincing as he ran soothing hands up and down your sides.

“You always take care of me, Hound. Next time we’re face to face because I want to see your pretty face too” you cooed, turning around to brush your lips against his cheeks.

“Alright, alright. That’s the next plan of action. But first finish your snacks” he insisted, pulling you tighter against his chest and sighing heavily as he relaxed back into your nest.

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•+* Biggest Man In The Room*+•

synopsis: in which someone feels out of place..

wriothesley x reader modern au!

“Miss Y/N! Miss Y/N! Theres a strange man at the door!” oh yes, the thing that most teachers would be terrified of, but your kindergarteners are just a little clueless

“Dont worry guys! just remember to be kind and respectful” you say as you open the door for your heavily muscled boyfriend Wriothesley

“This is Mr. Wriothesley, do you wanna introduce yourself Wrio?” you ask him as you place a tiny chair at the front of the rainbow carpet on the ground

Wriothesley, mesmerized by the amount of children who look up to you agrees and takes a awkward seat “uhm.. Hello, Im Mr. Wriothesley and I am the Chief of Police along with my partner, Jacques” he gets slightly nervous due to the amount of curious, and un-filtered judgement in their eyes.

You then encourage the intimidated little kids to “its ok guys, Mr.Wriothesley is very kind!” you smile as you talk to them. Filled with encouragement, an excited little boy asks a question “Mr.Wreeotheslay uhm..uhm.. are cops funny?” the boy nervousley fumbles around after butchering his name, Wriothesley chuckles and says “Yes ofcourse! i am hilarious..”.

a little girl’s hand then races up “do you have a girlfriend?” she asks, looking at him intently. Wrio then flashes a panicked look at you and you chime in with the a giggle “Yeah Mr.Wriothesley.. do you have a girlfriend?”

uh oh

Wriothesley goes through his mind on all the possibilities he could say, and what feels like the sea of children starting at him would say “well uhm..” he blubbers out “my girlfriend is a very lovely woman who is inspiring to you all—“ before he can finish his thoughts the class erupts in various oohs and giggles “whats her name?!” an over enthusiastic girl says

“well—“

“No stalling Mr. Wriothesley!”

he takes a deep breath “My girlfriend is Miss. y/n..”

a loud moment of giggles and chuckles erupts through the crowd, you eventually settle them down and say “I guess you found our little secret.., Mr.Wriothesley will read you guys a nap time story while I set up the cots for nap time” the class nods their heads while you pass Wriothesley a cute little bedtime book to settle the kids down

Eventually they all fell asleep and it was just you two awake in the room, whispering you ask “So, how are you feeling?” after a moment of thinking he responds “I feel very uhm, very silly for admitting this.. but I was nervous.. you spend so much time with these children that I consider their opinion on me as apart of yours” your heart softens at that moment “I—you really think so Wrio?” you ask while playing with his grey-ish hair “Im positive, these children are very important to you so their opinion is valued to me”

“aww you sap”

“no? im a person”

“ugh you know what I mean”

“Miss y/n..? is nap time over?”

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a/n: I hope you guys like this one :P haven’t written a full fic in a while I might make this like a series type thing bcs I love this niche

Good morning/Good afternoon/Good evening/Good night

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proofread by @orbitsaturn (≧∀≦)

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hiii! can you please write some hsfw hcs about sapnap? 💖

₊ ๑ ˗ˏˋ Sapnap nsfw hcs

Sapnap x fem!reader

tw: smut;)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆·˚ ༘ *⋆.ೃ࿔*:: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆·˚*⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You can't tell me he's not a man who gives blowjobs, like he is obsessed with you once he starts he doesn't stop, overstimulating you pushing you to the limit

Sapnap is a thighs man DENY ME, he would be looking at them all day, playing with them when they both fuck, holding them to go faster or just to annoy you when he eats you out, and if you squirt??? Oh god get ready he won't stop before you give him others.

"Please Sap I'm gonna.." you gasped "Yes darling?" He sees you with those fucking eyes you turn back tour face when he continue fingering your cunt "Sap, sap please I'm gonna cum so good" you cry in the pillow after that you close your eyes the pleasure ran through your whole body shuddering and when you open your eyes again you see him smiling at you "that was crazy baby can you do it again?" he asked "what? Yes?" your confused voice made him laugh "I suppose you could"

Think of his beard scratching you while he mouths your pussy, stimulating you.

He LOVES literally loves when you ride his face, holding your thighs so you don't run away from him and overstimulating you

"Sap please" you cry "I can't" watching how he sees you from below. "You can and you will, babe" he said with his hoarsely voice going back to his action.

Its a missionary man, he likes the cowgirl and spooning, he is fine with trying different things but trying not to hurt yourself too much (like knife kink and others).

While he fucks you he likes to take you in his hands and give you long kisses, also he likes to hold your hand above your head his other hand is in your hips and sometimes on your abdomen squeezing it when he sees his bulge inside you.

"C’mon babe i know you can give me one more…" He said with his hands on your hips fucking you deep "Sap- oh fuck sooo good..." His speed was almost bestial, your tits bounced and tears of pleasure felling down your cheeks for being overstimulated "so good for me princess, just let it go out, cum with me i know you can honey" He saidwhile filling you with his warm cum.

He LOVES your tits, holding them squeezing them and licking them also he sometimes take a nap too in them.

He likes see you when he's fucking you, he likes to leave hickeys on your neck, he likes receive them too. You have make up him so they don't appear on their streams (sometimes he forget because he dont care them so the chat its crazy).

Fuck in the bathroom or his bedroom covering your mouth because Dream and George are in the house.

I could say that he likes to fuck on the couch when George and Dream go somewhere outside the house, and if they come back he just pulls your skirt down and continues fucking you.

"Sap they are back" you gasped "I don't care sweetheart, come on you can do it without moaning"

If you sleep over at his house and go get a glass of water, he will follow you and hug you from behind scaring you, then he will start a make-out session that will end with you on the counter while he eats you outside and then fucks you covering your mouth.

"Stop moaning love, we don't want George and Dream to find out, right?" He said covering your mouth, fucking you faster and harder "where do you want it?" He asked coming down to kiss your body "Shit, in-inside pleasee, fucking me so good" you said grabbing the sheets in your fist "you're so tight cutie, I'm going to cum in this nice tight fucking pussy"

He has a lottt of kinks

Teasing, overstimulation, orgasm control/denial, size, hair pulling, switch probably, sweet and dirty talk, fuck in the mirror, breeding...

And that's all for now(? I hope you like it:)

[bookofbonbon]

Love tta!! if you don’t mind me asking, how long have aemond x reader been sleeping in the same room?

Hi! Thank you ♡ and of course you can ask!

tta headcanons: the evolution of sleeping - aemond targaryen.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader.

Word Count: 800+.

Through The Ages Masterlist.

Aemond fatigues faster than most because it takes him a lot more energy than the average citizen to perform his day-to-day tasks after losing his eye.

It started out quite early on after meeting him - Aemond would nap during the day, and you would either go about your day as normal or continue with your studies in his room while he slept.

Then one day you end up falling asleep on the chaise lounge in his room before him so, he just leaves you there and goes to his bed (he makes sure to bar the door to his room beforehand though, he isn’t stupid enough to risk someone walking in).

From there, it just becomes a part of your routine to nap together depending on what the two of you get up to in the day.

You always sleep on the lounge and Aemond in his bed.

One afternoon you wake up with a stiff neck though so, Aemond has a larger, more comfortable lounge brought to his room.

You both also just sleep wherever you are at the time whether that be under a tree in the gardens or in the family room.

On the anniversary of your maiming however, you always struggle to sleep.

Something that Aemond was aware of; you'd spoken to him before at length about how bad the nightmares could be.

It’s particularly bad in your seventeenth year and Aemond’s sixteenth because you weren’t getting any rest during the day either.

So bad that Aemond finds you wandering the Red Keep in the middle of the night by chance upon his return from Old Town on dragon back with Aegon.

Aemond insists you come with him for a warm drink (Aegon making a comment about how much of a sap Aemond is toward you but, it goes over your head because you’re so tired).

At first you refuse because of the late hour but, Aemond reminds you that he’d just been on dragon back and still had quite a bit of adrenaline coursing through him so, he wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

Sneaking in through the hidden door, you enjoy your warm drink while Aemond cleans himself up.

You wander his room while he does that and notice an unfamiliar book on his bedside table.

Taking a seat on his bed, you open up the book and begin to read - the book making no sense as you slowly begin to drift off until your sound asleep in his bed.

There are several conflicting emotions going through Aemond when he returns to the sight of you sleeping in his bed.

Yearning (and desire but he quashes it) at the sight of you in his bed.

Relief because you were finally getting some sleep.

Panic when he spots his journal resting on your chest.

It’s only opened to the third page so, there’s some relief in that but, it doesn’t do much to remedy how panicky he feels.

Pushing the feeling to the side though, he pulls the blankets over you and takes your usual spot on the lounge.

He’d just have to deal with the blowback in the morning.

Opening his journal, Aemond begins to write when a strange sound comes from where you sleep.

He doesn’t think anything of it and returns to writing until the quiet sound begins to sound like quiet choking.

Aemond rushes to your side and wakes you up and, you immediately burst into tears and cling to him.

Aemond’s already hurting heart breaks for you and he wraps his arms around you and slips beneath the blankets.

He strokes your hair and sings a song he’d heard you singing many times before.

The two of you fall asleep like that.

When he wakes the next morning, you’re gone.

He meets you at midday and the two of you speak nothing about it except for you asking about the strange book you began reading on his bedside table.

Aemond is horrified when you tell him that despite how confusing you found it, you quite liked it and would like to read the rest of it.

At night fall, you find yourself standing in Aemond’s room again.

He tucks you in and makes a move for the couch but, you pull him beneath the blankets without a word.

It becomes routine every year on the anniversary and slowly seeps into your nap routine as the two of you opt for resting together in his bed instead of your usual spots.

Aegon walks in one day when Aemond forgot to bar the door and spots the two of you.

He attempts to lord it over Aemond’s head but, immediately backs down at the threatening look on Aemond's face and Aemond asking, "are you challenging me, brother?"

Aegon never speaks of it again.

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Goodnight - John Constantine x Reader

Word Count: 987

Summary: When your partner is haunted by as many demons as John is, and carries too much weight on his shoulders, you learn to take the little moments as they come. Nobody ever promised love would be easy – in fact, it had been explicitly stated from the time that you were little that it took work. So, when you get a quiet moment, one where Constantine comes through the door before collapsing into bed, you cherish it.

Notes: Requested by @bellagomez-barriga. I used Prompt #25, “good night kisses”, from the prompt list “a hundred different kisses.” It was just a request for some general fluff for Constantine – I tried, I do love this mess of a man, but I don’t know much about him. This is probably my shortest work yet, didn't have much to go on.

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The fleeting form of sleep was softly leaving your mind single file. The was no abrupt wake-up call, no banging at the doors and windows, or a crack of thunder. In fact, the room you had been sleeping in just moments ago remained as silent and lonely as it had been when you had finally laid down for a nap. 

With a grumble you reached forward, bleary-eyed, before knocking the phone on the nightstand closer. You didn’t think before clicking it on – quick to close your eyes and shield your head from the onslaught of white light. When a minute had passed you finally peaked at the screen. It was 10 at night. Well past sunset and well past the alarm you had set. You figured that you had silenced it one too many times, only thankful that you had nothing else to do for the rest of the day. 

But that still left the matter of what had woken you. 

It had not been your body, which argued against every movement of yours as you sat up, scanning the dark room for anything different. 

Still nothing seemed to step forward from the shadows. No demon or apparition appeared before you. Not that it would feel too out of left field considering the things you had seen since Constantine had become a more permanent fixture in your life. 

Your wondering did not continue for much longer when you heard the bedroom door creak open and a slouched body shuffled through the door. 

John had certainly endured better days, you noted, before the man of the hour himself fell face first onto the bed. 

A moment passed in utter silence before he shifted onto his side, one hand reached out to rest on your leg. Like he was making sure that you were really there beside him. 

Gently you reached down and took his hand in your own, giving it a squeeze. 

The cold outside must have been unforgiving, because you could feel how the chill of the air had sapped away any warmth he had. Something you made a note to remedy with thick covers and cuddles, if he was in the mood. 

It was his voice that broke the silence that enveloped you both. “Did I wake you, love?” 

“I’m not sure, something did – but I was overdue to wake up from my nap anyways,” you cooed, reaching out to push shaggy blonde hair away from his face. 

It was almost painfully obvious how the day had worn on him. It had been a rougher one then, though you were sure he would try to spare you the details instead. Skin still ice to the touch, fingers barely wrapped around your own. You could bet his coat was soaked through as well. Even his hair was damp from the slowly rolling rain that had been making its way into town for the larger part of the day. 

But none of that mattered when Constantine seemed to melt under your touch, content to lay in the bed with your hands in his hair. 

You didn’t have the heart to chastise him for soaking the covers. You could always pull out another set, or bundle up together on the dry side of the bed when he was finally changed. Still, it couldn’t be comfortable to be so cold, and warmth would make itself at home faster when he was in something dry. “John?” 

There was a half-hearted grumble in response before he opened his eyes to look at you. 

“Come on, let's get you into something warmer.” Gently you stood, trying to pull the tired sorcerer up with you. It was a challenge, he certainly didn’t want to move, but it wasn’t anything that a few quick pleas and a pair of puppy dog eyes couldn’t fix. 

It seemed to work enough though, because once he was up and moving, John made quick work of changing into something more comfortable – even if you had interrupted him by throwing a fluffy towel directly at his head in a silent request to dry off. 

Minutes later John made his way back into the bed, pulling you against his chest. His eyes were closed, and for a moment you thought he was asleep before he spoke once more. “You’re staring.” 

“You’re attractive.” 

You could hear the amused huff and see the quirk of a smile resting on just the edge of his lips. 

You had gotten quite good at shooting back compliments. And while the first few might have caught him off guard, he had grown accustomed to the comments by now. Though he would never admit that in front of anyone else. 

Moments like this – where the world was quiet, and you had John in arm's length without the weight of a life on his shoulder – when everything was finally still. They were a rare commodity. And one that you cherished greatly. And it wasn’t always easy, John could be brash or a little too full of himself. The two of you still fought. You still woke up alone maybe more often than you wanted. 

But minutes like this, where you could feel his heartbeat under your hand, and see some of that responsibility finally melt away. They made every challenge the two of you had faced seem minuscule. 

Nothing worth fighting for was ever easy, but loving him was easy enough. At least to you. 

You could hear his breathing beginning to even out – he wasn’t asleep yet, but he would be soon. You could go for a round two of napping yourself, especially with him by your side. 

Gently, trying your best not to startle him, you pushed forward, placing a kiss against his lips. He responded lazily, opening his eyes to look at you as you settled back into your spot. “Goodnight.” 

He paused for a moment before you felt his arm tighten around you. “Goodnight, love.”