#wake up at midnight to drape the blanket over you instead

[avoidthings]

kitchen’s closed | t. richmond

About: Terry catches you in the kitchen late at night and has his own idea of a midnight snack. [word count: 2.1k] Warnings: Explicit language. 18+ Readers Only. Oral (female receiving), Unprotected PIV (wrap your willy, pls). I had concepts of a plot. 

It was well past midnight in North Carolina, and you could hear the crickets and other critters abuzz outside of your bedroom window. You stared at the sliver of moonlight cast between your curtains, realizing the clutches of insomnia had sunk its sneaky fingers in you yet again. 

Your boyfriend, Terry, rarely stirred in his sleep, and kept a hefty arm draped over your waist every night. Being that he was ex-military, it was sort of ironic how heavy of a sleeper he was. Some evenings you tried to count the rise and fall of his chest instead of sheep, but rather than lulling you to bed it just disgruntled you. You wanted to poke the bear awake and damn him for leaving you so smitten. 

The room was quiet aside from the bustle of the outdoors, and you thanked God your man didn’t snore or else this would feel like a torture chamber. You flipped through the rolodex of your thoughts and landed on recapping your day; you went to work, Terry picked you up and made a stop at Kroger, then you two watched some sitcom reruns for a bit. House rules were to grab takeout after grocery shopping so neither of you had to bother with cooking something. 

All that thinking of food must’ve sent a reminder to your stomach. You exhaled as it grumbled. While very cute, you would rather not see Terry’s grumpy face should he discover his miso soup missing. You perked up at the memory of slipping a pint of ice cream in the shopping cart earlier. 

It was counterproductive, solving sleeplessness with sugar, but you hoped Ben & Jerry’s would be your saving grace tonight. You peered over your shoulder to find your boyfriend as sound as ever, eyes fluttered closed like a saint. 

After a silent prayer, you wriggled from his hold and toed out of bed. You pattered around the twilight of the room, starting your mission to the fridge. Past the master bathroom, the thermostat, (which nearly broke the two of you up), and to the far right of your living space was your destination. Thankfully, the range hood light was on so you weren’t too sore of eyesight. 

You opened the freezer and plucked out your reward. After grabbing a spoon, you settled in, sitting on top of the counter. The granite was cold against your bare thighs, your body only blanketed by a worn t-shirt that hung off your shoulders. 

That first mouthful was instant gratification and you nearly rolled your eyes back in delight. 

“Baby, what are you doing up this late?” You were startled by Terry’s voice, the tone more gruff from the interruption of his slumber. 

You were caught red-handed, spoon in mouth, so you shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Wanted something sweet.” 

He hummed. Terry made his way closer, no longer a distorted shadow in your peripheral vision. He had come to bed in only his sweatpants and socks. 

Terry had a glow about him, even in the dim of your surroundings. He slipped comfortably in your personal space, stepping right between your legs. You relished in the warmth. 

You had to look up even with the extra height the counter gave you.

“Sorry to wake you. I know you have to go for your run in the morning,” you said. 

Terry gave you a lazy smile and shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. Everythin’ okay?” You nod wordlessly. 

“Hey!” You protested when he nabbed the pint from you, his hands quicker than your reflex to reach for it back. It was a battle you would more than likely lose anyway. 

He successfully hushed you by taking a scoop from the container to raise to your lips. 

“Open.” 

You held his gaze as you took what was given, inciting a groan that rumbled low in his chest. 

Terry obliged you once more and made notice of your tongue swiping to the corner of your mouth to catch what you missed. His own hunger dwelled in his underbelly. Between your job returning to the office and his growing trucking business, you haven’t made much time for intimacy as of late. 

“I think I’m in the mood for somethin’ sweet too.” The spoon and tub clattered by your side and he disappeared from your view. 

“Terry--” 

“Open,” he demanded once more, kneeling toward your feet, causing fire to crawl up the back of your neck. He did not take kindly to being ignored, and you wanted this to be an easy night, so you let your legs spread apart. 

He tossed one behind his shoulder, mumbling something inaudible to you. A kiss to your ankle, the inside of your knee, then your thigh. 

A yelp pierced the air when Terry’s large hands claimed the curve of your hips, tugging you closer to the counter’s edge. Your clammy palms braced themselves on the flat surface beneath you. You could feel his smirk and goatee rubbing on your exposed skin. 

Your breath quickened with the anticipation of what was next. His mouth ghosted over your center, blowing on your clit through your dampening panties. 

“Oh, fuck,” you shuddered. 

He was a merciless man, dropping open-mouthed kisses to your clothed center. He retreated as you tried to furl into his touch, reaching underneath your shirt to roll your nipple for more stimulation.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Terry inhaled your scent without shame. Finally, the cotton of your undies was torn from your pelvis to who-knows-where. You felt the coolness of the air over your exposed skin for a brief moment, the absence of touch not lasting long. 

You jerked, feeling his tongue swipe a slow strip up from your wet entrance, gathering your slick. He lewdly spat it back over your clit and sucked until you cried out. Terry ate you without abandon, with little regard for any manners, overtaken by his own greed. --

“I missed how you taste, baby.” Voice muffled in between your legs, his eyes flitted up at you, earnest as always. Terry’s grip maintained the underside of your thighs, keeping your legs spread so he could continue to steal all breath and sense from you. 

“Oh my God,” you moaned. Your brain and your body sounded an alarm, reeling with the increasing need for release. His name fell like a chant from your mouth. 

Two fingers pushing into you caused the band to snap, Terry immediately seeking the button that left you gushing. He was unaffected when your heel dug deep at his shoulder, urging his face further in your pussy as if it was possible. His fingertips sped in pace, turning your mewls into high-pitched squeals. 

Soon enough, your back bowed with the intensity of your orgasm. He tightened his hold, keeping you steady as the current flowed through you. “That’s my girl,” he kissed and licked you through it. Pleasure never reached a precipice when you were under his care, and you shouted to the heavens.

When your legs eventually deflated, your hands found his ears, rubbing behind them gingerly. A grunt slipped from his mouth.

Terry staggered to his feet, hooded eyes glazed over your heaving body. His teeth nipped between your breasts over your shirt, up to your collarbone and your neck. You hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him in to feel his erection prod at your inner thigh. 

Instinctively, he rutted up against you and you sighed. You were warm all over, sheeted with sweat and clenching around nothing, wanting only to be full of him. 

His lips left your jawline and found your mouth, luring you into a mind-numbing kiss. You cradled Terry’s face in your hands and took control, allowing your tongue to slot against his. It felt all the more indulgent, the lingering taste of chocolate on your lips mixed with your own arousal. 

He was still rubbing on your leg and it only intensified your need for connection. Like a minx, you curled into him, purring in his ear. “Terry, I need you. Please.” 

Your hands lowered to explore the solid planes of his body, all of its beautiful ridges and scars. He leant down so his forehead was touching yours. “Fuck, I need you too, baby. Been losing my damn mind about you,” he breathed.

Terry yanked at the waistband on his joggers and his dick sprung free. You two didn’t usually forgo protection but your cycle was around the corner, and desperation made your judgment very foggy. 

His fingers splayed under your shirt to grasp at your plush waist, thumbing the folds of your belly from where you sat. Terry pushed his way inside, coating himself to about half of his length. You sighed into his hold, legs locked at his torso, trying, and failing to meet him in the middle. 

Without much effort, he stilled your movements. Terry pulled out slowly, and slapped himself over your clit twice, leaving you to squirm pitifully. “Stop teasing and just fuck me, already,” you whined.

Terry did as told and burrowed into you in one, deep thrust. You ate your words in a choked gasp. His head cocked back as he felt your walls squeezing him, putting the cords of his neck on full display. 

Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you tried desperately to hold on to the thread of resolve you had left. Terry trampled on it when he set a brutal pace, drilling in you like you owed him something. Your ears were ringing with your own moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. It all felt like too much, far too soon. 

You pressed a hand to his chest feebly and whimpered. He promptly grabbed your trembling forearm and kissed your wrist. “I’m fucking you like you wanted, huh? Why you tryna run from me?”

“It’s t-too, m-much,” your words were slurring and you frowned through the pleasure, hoping he’d give you relief from his punishing strokes. That all too familiar storm brewed in your belly again and you couldn’t stifle any noise that left your lips. Each thrust brush on that sensitive spot within you, and you try your might to stave off your climax. 

His stare was focused on you, utterly enamored by your carnal state. “Terry!” You wailed, slapping at granite behind you and shifting to scoot away. The crack of his hand on the side of your ass rang loud and welled your eyes with fresh, salty tears. Terry landed a sweltering kiss on your lips to pacify you. 

He gripped you by the coils at the nape of your neck, and you blinked at him, huffing out shattered breaths. You wanted to ask him why he was fucking you like this, and my God what did you ever do to deserve it. But your brain could only compute expletives. You clenched and unclenched around him greedily, and his teeth gritted at the sensation.

“Stop holding back, I can feel it. Let that shit go.” And under his spell, you did, surmounting to a shaking ball in his arms. Your toes curled at his sides and his rhythm didn’t falter, his own release not far behind. You keeled with overstimulation, the air feeling sticky on your skin.

Terry’s hands abandoned your waist to cup your ass, bouncing you on his dick in hardy, final thrusts. You bite down his shoulder so you don’t scream loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. His head is buried in the crook of your neck now, sweat dripping on your collar. 

“‘Gonna cum all in this tight pussy, fuckk,” he groaned, ropes of his release starting to spurt inside of you. Your body was taut around him as his hips slowed to a halt. You were filled to the brim.

“My pretty baby did so good. So perfect for me,” Terry was panting like he just finished a mile-run, and still chose to sing your praises. He softened and pulled out, a part of you now missing. You sat there for a beat to catch your breaths, limbs still tangled together.

“Mm..’can’t stop shaking,” you whispered.

His actions had left you exhausted, drowsiness coated in every blink of your eyes. Terry separated from you for a second and he had his pants back on, scooping you up in his arms. You latched onto him like a bear, nuzzling into his chest.

If it was up to you, you’d pass out right there and crawl to bed in the morning. Something squished against his foot on his trudge out of the kitchen. 

“Shit, my socks are wet…what is that?” 

Ice cream.

--

Author’s Note: Just wanted to drop my contribution to the Terry Richmond industrial complex.

P.S. This was supposed to be Trainer!Terry but my hormone monster won. 

As always if you made it to the end, thank you bunches!

[2truehearts]

one of the sweetest, kindest and strongest people i've had the pleasure of knowing <3

[dragon-ascent]

Zhongli wants you to go to bed early. You're a night owl. Shenanigans ensue.

✩彡 fluffy domesticity + a lil suggestive!

Besides the fact that Zhongli's body composition is literally inhuman, he is a very healthy man with healthy habits. Wakes up early and exercises, drinks plenty of water, eats clean. Ever since becoming your husband, he's tried to rub some of those off on you as well.

Currently he's gripping your waist, gently trying to pull you away from the couch that you're so desperately clawing at like a wet cat. "No! I want to stay awake and do fun things!" you yowl.

"You can do fun things tomorrow, my love." Zhongli succeeds in pulling you away, promptly scooping you up bridal-style and carrying you back to the bedroom. "The bags under your poor eyes beg to be taken care of. When was the last time you had a good night's sleep? It is already an hour to midnight, and you promised you would come to bed with me." He plops you in bed.

"Once, many years ago, I had a good night's sleep..." You stare out the window dramatically. Instead of a flashback ensuing, however, your husband wraps you up all snug in a blanket. You scowl at him, a silly little blanket burrito scowling at the god, which makes him chuckle.

He plants a fat kiss on your forehead and goes to put out the night-candle. However, he turns when he hears you shifting around. "Darling, please, I want you to-"

"I'm a ghost! Ooooooo!" You wave your arms around, having turned the blanket burrito into a drape over your head, your feet poking out at the bottom.

"My love, your feet will get cold."

"Oooooo!" you emphasize again, getting off the bed and padding in his direction with your arms out in front of you. "I'm going to haunt you, Zhongliiiii~!"

Zhongli simply picks you back up again. "How frightening. I quiver at the thought." Back in bed he plants you, laying you down.

You shoot back up like clockwork, repositioning the blanket with a grin before he can. "Now I'm Little Red Riding Hood! And you're a wolf! I must flee!"

Before he can react, you've bounded out the room and back into the living room, waiting eagerly to see if your husband will follow. Unfortunately, Zhongli is not human, so he simply materialises behind you and picks you up, avoiding the chase altogether.

You squeal. "I forgot you could do that!"

"It would do you well to remember," replies Zhongli, with a light tap to your butt as he brings you back to bed - again. This time though, he lays you down and then lays on top of you, practically smothering you.

You squirm. "Hey! No fair!"

“If necessary, I shall stay atop you all night.”

“Oh?” You blush. "On top of me all night..?"

Zhongli seems to have realised the implication of what he’s said, for his cheeks begin to temper red. He coughs. “That is…not what I meant.”

That doesn't do anything to alleviate your flustered self - Zhongli makes to get up off you, but he seems to have changed his mind; his eyes gleam for a moment.

"But it could be," he adds silkily, sliding a hand under your shirt, fingers meeting bare skin. "And by the end of it, you will fall asleep of exhaustion."

You eye him in anticipation as he locks fingers with yours, your heartbeat quickening in sync with his. It's a night to remember, but he makes good on his promise.

[wcbblife]

Midnight Comfort

a/n: trying to write more to the Paige mom drabbles bc i love writing these.

The clock on your bedside table reads 1:00 am, and you groan as your head pulses with the all-too-familiar pain of pure exhaustion. You both had been awoken by a faint and muffled cry of “Mommy!” No doubt, Mia had a nightmare again.

Paige shoots up from her slumber, wrapping an arm around your shoulders immediately to stop you from jumping up and rushing into your daughter’s room. “I got it,” she reassures you, pressing a short kiss to your temple before gently pushing you back down to sleep.

“Paige…” you murmur, your voice filled with a mix of concern and fatigue.

“Seriously, I got it,” she insists, her voice soft yet firm. She goes over to your side, tucking the covers around you once more. “Just sleep.”

You know it would be better for you to take this since Paige has recovery early in the morning, but as she runs her palms soothingly along the sides of your arms, you feel your eyes start to close, and you ultimately give in to the exhaustion. The last thing you hear is her gentle footsteps as she leaves the room.

Paige makes her way out of the room and into the hallway, immediately hearing soft whimpers coming from Mia's room. She cracks the door open slowly, allowing a sliver of light to filter in. She turns on a bedside lamp, its soft glow casting gentle shadows on the walls. “Hey baby,” she whispers, stepping into the room. She’s immediately met with a hug from Mia, who clings to her legs, trembling.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Paige asks softly, crouching down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

“Momma, I'm so scared,” Mia says, her voice muffled as she burrows her face deeper into Paige’s legs.

“C’mere,” Paige says gently, lifting Mia into her arms. She carries her over to the bed and sits down, holding her close. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.”

She starts to rock Mia gently, humming a lullaby that always seems to calm her down. She strokes Mia’s hair and whispers comforting words, assuring her that everything is alright.

As Mia’s sobs begin to subside, Paige tucks her back into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. She sits beside her, holding her hand and staying with her until she feels Mia's breathing slow down, indicating that she’s falling back asleep.

But instead of leaving, Paige feels the pull of exhaustion herself. She tries to slip out of the bed, but Mia clings to her arm.

Smiling softly, Paige decides to stay. She carefully lies down next to Mia, her tall frame awkwardly fitting into the small bed. Paige curls up, tucking her legs in as best as she can, and drapes an arm protectively over Mia.

The next morning, you wake up and immediately notice Paige isn't beside you. A bit concerned, you get out of bed and head to Mia's room. The sight that greets you melts your heart: Paige and Mia are cuddled together in the small bed, both sound asleep. Paige’s head is resting on Mia’s pillow, her legs comically bent to fit the small space, and one arm is wrapped around Mia.

Paige looks adorable, her usually composed self looking slightly disheveled as she tries to fit and shift on the tiny bed. Mia has a content smile on her face, snuggled close to her mom.

You quietly grab a blanket from the chair and gently drape it over Paige, making sure they’re both cozy.

However, Paige stirs slightly as she feels the soft weight of the blanket being draped over her. She blinks her eyes open and sees you standing by the bed, a loving smile on your face. Careful not to wake Mia, Paige gently untangles herself from the small bed, planting a soft kiss on Mia’s forehead before slipping out from under the covers.

She straightens up, stretching her tall frame and wincing slightly at the cramped position she had been sleeping in. Catching your eye, she gives you a sleepy smile. “Good morning,” she whispers, stepping over to you.

“Morning,” you reply quietly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “You looked so cute.”

Paige chuckles softly, “Yeah, my back might disagree with you on that one.” She glances back at Mia, still sound asleep, before looking at you again. “I need to get ready for my recovery session.” You nod, knowing how important these sessions are for her. Paige leans in, giving you a tender kiss. “Join me in the shower?” she asks with a playful glint in her eyes.

You smile, taking her hand. “Of course.”

[llamagoddessofficial]

It was the best hidden room in his castle.

Nightmare appeared, emerging from within the liquid shadows at the far corner, taking on a solid form. The room had no doors- that was the trick to it. Only a being who already knew the room’s location in the castle, and had the ability to transport themselves through space, would be capable of accessing this place.

... Though there was no door, there was a window. Just one. A circular skylight, directly above the bed... it gave a perfect view of the stars.

It was a small, comfortable chamber, the obsidian walls draped with finely embroidered midnight blue tapestries to maintain warmth. Ancient murals, moons and interlocking patterns that had long lost their meaning, inlaid with silver- the silver caught the light from the small glowing blue stones that dotted the walls. The room was barely brighter than a dim twilight. 

Of course... the most important thing in the whole room was what was at the centre.

... Nightmare approached your bed.

A fine bed, of course. A large canopy draped luxuriously, for even more warmth, protection and quiet. Only the best for you. You were tucked under sumptuous sheets, your head upon a satin pillow, sweet little face barely visible under all the layers of comfort.

... He reached out, tucking the blanket down slightly, to get a better look at you. You were so peaceful. Your cheeks had regained some colour, over the past few days, as had your lips- but your eyelids did not move.

He knew what it looked like. If his damned brother found this room, and the sleeping human, he’d jump to conclusions (as he always did); Nightmare had stolen a human, cursed them with eternal sleep. Worst case scenario, Nightmare was tormenting this human as a sick game- best case scenario, Nightmare has grown so feverishly attached he would rather have someone sleep in his arms forever than be free to walk away from him.

...

And... well. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t enjoying having you this way. But it was missing one crucial detail.

... You would wake up the moment you wanted to.

He sat on the bed, beside you. He reached out, and gently stroked your hair... enjoying the softness and texture.

You didn’t stir.

Nightmare had felt your pain far across your universe. Like a moth to a flame, he came to you- and though he originally had only the intent to feed, he loved you the moment he laid eyes on you. Your Soul, such a pretty thing, cracking under the weight of its pain; the fractures sparkled like fault lines in a diamond. You were holding the agony within, unwilling to let anyone know. You were on the verge of shattering. On the verge of your Soul going out.

When he came for you, you didn’t protest, you didn't even struggle.

You had looked at him with an empty, accepting expression.

Perhaps you thought he was death? Cute.

... So he took you, instead. You let him put his arms around you- he had never had someone accept him so completely, his jealous desire only intensified. He carried you back to his palace, he cradled you lovingly. Once your eyes had closed, he laid you down in the quietest room, in his finest bed... cuddled under his softest sheets and guarded by his most possessive magic.

The spell in question was one he hadn’t used in a long, long time. There was nothing on any Earth that could forcibly awaken you from your slumber. No sound, no touch, no pain nor magic. No power he (or any other great being) possessed, nothing in the wide multiverse. Nothing could awaken you from the outside.

But... the moment you wanted to open your eyes, you would. The tail of the Rupert’s drop. As if waking from a pleasant midday nap, the spell would shatter into dust around you.

It was a one-way spell. That was what made it so powerful.

... He continued to stroke your hair. Your dreams were safety- he ensured nothing crossed your mind but visions of peace and warmth. You curled deeper into his dreams like a hibernating rabbit. He could sense the injuries in your slowly Soul mending, your wounds slowly healing, as you were finally allowed to rest.

You had yet to even think of opening your eyes.

At that moment, the moon emerged. Its light passed through the skylight window... catching a small array of crystals that hung above your bed. Flecks of iridescence silently scattered across the walls, and over your face. 

“... beautiful.” He murmured. “no one will ever hurt you again, my darling. no one. i promise.”

...

... You, of course... did not even stir.

[wri0thesley]

midnight musings - dottore x reader x pantalone (1.3k)

if they can agree on one thing, it is that you are most intoxicating asleep, when they can do whatever they want.

cw: somnophilia, drugged reader, dubious consent, talk of double penetration. reader is afab and wears a nighgown, but no gendered terms are used. dottore is himself. not sfw, minors dni.

[a/n: another little fic from my birthday random number generator kick! this one gave me dottore, pantalone and somnophilia. i am always a sucker for a harbinger fic!]

It’s hard for them to decide how they like you most. 

The two of them have differing opinions on it. Dottore likes you a little tearful, or a little desperate - when he injects one of his many concoctions into the crook of your elbow and watches how it changes you. The way you start panting so prettily when it’s some kind of stimulant - the way you look up at him with your eyes blown wide and your lips wet. Pantalone likes you servile and obedient with your head bent at his knee, smiling prettily up at him when he says his name but otherwise being quiet and well-behaved aside from when he tells you to bend over his desk and let him work out his frustrations on the latest Northland Bank takings from Liyue. 

As far as Harbingers go, Dottore and Pantalone work well together.

They are willing to work as one to achieve their goals, and those goals are not at odds with one another - a rarity amongst the Tsaritsa’s most trusted. Whilst the Harbingers loyalty to Her Majesty is unquestionable, there is no love lost between any of her lieutenants. But when it comes to Dottore and Pantalone . . .

Pantalone is all too happy to provide Mora to Dottore’s undertakings, as long as Dottore is willing to throw his power as the second ranked Harbinger behind Pantalone’s more governmental schemes. The two are willing to share conversation, offices - and sometimes even the bedroom. 

Partly because in that bedroom is their most agreed upon treasure of all. 

And too, it can be agreed upon, that you are utterly intoxicating when you sleep. 

They come in weary from the night’s conversations to see you, sleeping peacefully atop the blankets covering Pantalone’s bed. It was agreed you would sleep in Pantalone’s chambers - Dottore’s are rather always a mess, the inner workings of a genius obvious in the mass of papers on every available surface, the constantly unmade bed, the vials and bottles and gears that scatter across his desk and bedside tables. Pantalone’s chambers in Zapolyarny Palace, by contrast, are rather more luxurious. A fire crackles in his hearth, his bed draped in bedspreads and blankets and furs - and the greatest of all treasures lies upon the bed in a diaphanous gown that does nothing to hide the tempting curve of your hip or spill of your breast beneath the fabric. 

Pantalone lets out a soft sigh as he sees you. Dottore grins, his teeth sharp in the firelight. 

“Such a pity to wake them up,” he says, as he stalks towards the bed and reaches out one gloved hand - his palm brushes across your cheek with the most gentleness that Dottore is capable of. You sigh prettily in your sleep, resting your cheek against him. “When they’re so peaceful like this.”

“Yes,” Pantalone agrees, humming low in the back of his throat as he comes to the other side of the bed and allows himself to sit upon the edge, sinking into the feather-stuffed mattress. His hand ghosts over your throat instead, following the curve to your collarbone and over the ripeness of your breast. His own hand brushes your nipple through the fabric, and you let out a deeper sigh this time, a soft little noise of satisfaction. Dottore chuckles. 

“Ah, so needy even half-asleep,” he says, tracing your lips with his thumb. Unconsciously, your mouth opens, and Dottore takes the chance to insert the tip of that thumb between them. You murmur something softly beneath your breath before you suckle upon what Dottore has given you, and both men feel a stirring between their thighs, their cocks twitching as they imagine easing them into your sleeping mouth. 

“Surely not the only place we’ll find wanting,” Pantalone says, quirking an eyebrow - and Dottore laughs again, the noise a little like a creaking gate. It is not the laugh of a sane man, but Pantalone has found that his presence and the promise of you has helped calm the Doctor’s fires just a little. His passions do not dim, so much as they find a new outlet - an outlet with a pretty mouth and a sweet treasure laying between their thighs just longing to be discovered and plundered. 

They touch you for a little while longer. They cannot resist running hands over your hips, rucking up the hem of your nightgown until it rests above your breasts and your body is entirely on show for them. Pantalone’s fingers are slow and lingering - stroking over bare skin, tracing patterns that have you shivering in your sleep. Dottore is a little meaner - pinching your nipples when they are revealed, peaking in the cold air. He wins little whimpers from your mouth, a creasing of your forehead, a toss of your head . . . but you do not wake. 

Pantalone always ensures that your nighttime hot chocolate - to keep you warm in the wilds of Snezhnaya, he says, with a smile on his face, and you have no reason to doubt him - features just enough of a soothing concoction pioneered by Dottore that you never awaken during these little night time play sessions. 

You’re very lovely to have awake and reactive, responding to Dottore’s filthy murmurs and Pantalone’s praises . . . but there is something to be said, both Harbingers agree, to the silent acquiescence you give them whilst you sleep. You know exactly what is in your drink, of course - you have woken with love bites on your throat and stickiness between your thighs and two Harbingers sandwiching you between them enough times to make a guess - but you have no reason to fight it. Dottore especially can be . . . demanding. You have been so exhausted you have collapsed into unconsciousness after he has made you come more than once. Sometimes the sleep is a mercy.

 Dottore bends his head to suckle more love bites into your neck as Pantalone parts the silkiness of your thighs, sighing softly when you’re revealed to him. 

“They’re wet,” he says, his tone pretending to be off-hand. Dottore can hear the hunger beneath his words, though - Pantalone’s warmth is all show. He is as sharp as ice, just like the rest of the Harbingers. “How darling they are.”

Pantalone uses two fingers to spread you lewdly open, Dottore’s eyes glinting red in the darkness as he looks at you. Your folds are silky soft, webs of arousal glittering and shining in the firelight, your clit a pretty swollen pearl longing to be touched and sucked and rubbed and pinched until you squeal and whimper. His eyes drink you in greedily, drifting to the pulsing hole of your entrance; deceptively small, when Dottore knows you’ll stretch to take three of his fingers and the full girth of his cock. 

You whimper again as Pantalone’s index finger brushes over your clit, a soft little hiccup of ‘more, please’ that has Dottore’s cock begging to be freed. Your hole clenches around nothing - empty. Wanting. Needing. 

An idea flashes into his head as he watches Pantalone’s finger continue to make soft little circles about the nub, as he watches a drop of your slick leak from your empty cunt and pool beneath you. 

“Regrator,” he says, that edge to his voice returning gleeful and vicious. “Have you ever wondered if our pretty little toy’s cunt could fit two cocks inside of it at once?”

There is a beat of silence. Pantalone looks thoughtful, his finger not ceasing in the gentle, rhythmic strokes of your clit. Dottore’s breath has gotten short, savage desire bubbling up inside of him as every moment passes. When Dottore gets an idea in his head, he wants to enact it as soon as possible. If one asked, he would say it is simply how the mind of a genius works. 

Pantalone finally speaks. 

“Why,” says Pantalone. “I’ve never thought much about it. But whilst they’re so very . . . docile . . .”

Pantalone’s smile is just as satisfied and knife-like as Dottore’s - but where Dottore is dangerous fang, Pantalone is all even pearl. Neither of them is a good man. But even a bad man takes good care of his favourite treasures. 

“I think we ought to find out.”

[dullgecko]

Sklonda knows there is something seriously wrong if; when going to wake Riz up, he says "five more minutes"

PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Sklonda got home nearing midnight, all the lights were off in the apartment and Riz wasnt sitting in the living room stressing over his schoolwork for once. She half expected that he'd spent the night in his office again but when she went to check he was curled up in his bed, snoring slightly with the covers pulled up so only the top of his head was visible on the pillow. She left him be, not willing to wake the kid when he so rarely went to sleep without being forced, and went to bed herself.

It was a little bit odd when she woke the next morning and their ancient coffee machine was cold, pot still sitting upside down on the drying rack next to the sink where she left it the night before. That usually meant Riz hadn't gotten up yet, and given he'd miss the bus if he didn't leave soon Sklonda had to smile a little bit. This was something she'd never gotten to do for the entirety of his high school carreer so far; wake him up in the morning.

She knocked on his door first, opening it when he didnt answer and poking her head inside. He was still there, now tucked up into a ball against the wall and facing away from the entrance to the room. She flicked the light on, Riz groaning and curling up smaller on the bed. His tail that had been draped over the side getting drawn up under the covers as he tucked up smaller.

"Time to get up sport, you'll miss the bus if you're not fast."

"Uuugh, five more minutes mom." Riz's voice was thick from sleep, her son pulling the covers up higher to cover his eyes and block out the light.

That gave Sklonda pause, Riz never stayed in bed after getting woken up. Come to think of it, how long had he been asleep before she even got home? It had been at least seven hours since then and his crystal was still sitting in the same spot as last night, so he hadnt woken up subsequently and looked at it.

She crossed the room in a few steps, putting a hand on his back to shake him slightly and noticing the warmth through the covers. He was hot so she moved her hand to his forehead instead, the warmth more evident when not blocked by the thin blanket he usually slept under. "Aw kid, you need to tell me when you're not feeling well." she sighed, his hand coming up to hold hers against his forehead because it was nice and cold in comparison.

"hmmm? 'm okay." he cracked an eye open to look at her, the thin band of white not covered by his iris clearly bloodshot. "Y'can go to work, i'll get one of my friends to give me a lift to school. J'st... gimme five more minutes."

"No you're staying home today, in bed. This is a hell of a fever." She rubbed her thumb over his forehead, even more worried when he just hummed and rolled back over to go back to sleep without any protest about skipping school.

She left the room after a few minutes, pulling out her crystal and calling out of work herself for the day. She'd need to keep an eye on him, if he got worse he'd need to go to the doctor. Goblins didn't get sick often but when they did it could get bad quickly. It was why the cover story for Poks death was so believable.

[multifandom-worlds]

Fluff prompt 17, Loki, she/her, Eleni

When The Moon Hits Your Eye...

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 957

Warning: NA

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy, beautiful! Thanks for the request! I really enjoyed this!

Tags: @simplyholl @holdmytesseract @ladyofthestayingpower @lokiprompts @dryyoursaltyoceantears @buttercupcookies-blog

“Loki…” Eleni whines, being dragged out of her nice, comfy bed at some ungodly hour by the God of Mischief himself. A deep chuckle bubbles in his chest, listening to her protests as he tosses the blankets aside. He had a plan, not that she knew it, of course. 

Taking her hand, Loki pulls her to a standing position, hooking an arm around her waist. “Come on, darling. I have a plan for us that I know you’re not going to want to miss.”

“Does it involve waking up now? Can’t it wait until the morning?” Eleni protests, resting her forehead against Loki’s chest. She wants nothing more than to go back to bed. 

Loki chuckled again before grabbing her the change of comfy clothes he had already laid out for her. “Yes, my darling. Now get changed and meet me downstairs in 5 minutes. If you’re not downstairs in 5 minutes, I’m going to come drag you down there myself.” He kisses her forehand before handing her her change of clothes and exiting the room.

Reluctantly, Eleni gets dressed before pulling her hair back into a messy bun and exiting the room. Loki was standing there, leaning against the wall. He smiles, seeing her walk out of their bedroom. “Looking as beautiful as ever, my beloved. Now let’s go.” He smiles, taking her hand and leading her to the elevator. 

She followed him, stepping into the elevator with him and leaning against the wall. “Where are we going, Loki? Nothing is open at this hour.” She looked at him, trying to get a read on his plans, but he gave nothing away.

“All in due time, my sweetest one. It will all make sense soon,” Loki smiles, stepping towards her and resting his hands on her waist. “I assure you, I have a reason for getting you out of bed at this time.” He kisses her forehead gently, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away just as the elevator doors open on the main floor. He takes her hand before walking towards the compound doors. 

The air was crisp but not necessarily cold as the couple stepped outside, causing Eleni to shudder. Moments later, a warm blanket draped over her shoulder. “Here you go, Darling. Don’t worry; I made sure you were prepared.” Loki smiles as they get to his car. Like the gentleman he can be, he opens the door for her. Eleni steps in before he closes the door and walks around the front of the car before getting in himself. 

Starting the car, Loki drives them out of where his surprise awaits. Up on a grassy hill in the New York countryside, a blanket and hot drinks await them, the stars twinkling in the midnight black sky. 

Twenty minutes later, the pair arrive, her face lighting up slightly as she sees what his plan ultimately is. “Star-gazing? You remembered I wanted to go star-gazing? Loki... how... why?” she asks as they pull up to the hill.

“I remember nearly everything you tell me, darling. Now come. The stars won’t gaze upon themselves.” He chuckles as he opens his door after putting the car in park. He walks around, opening the door for her before offering her his hand and helping her out of the vehicle. The two of them walk up the hill, hand in hand. 

Pillows, blankets, snacks, and drinks lay in wait for them. Eleni lies down, her head resting on a pillow, gazing upwards, the faintest smile on her lips, mesmerized by the ethereal glow painted above her. Loki, however, instead of looking at the sky, his gaze was on her, his beautiful, perfect partner.  

“How did I get so lucky?” He whispers to himself, pulling his eyes away from her before joining her on the ground, scooting beside her so their hands are just slightly touching. He looks up at the sky, too, listening to her recount all the constellations and facts about every constellation she could find.

The two drive through the streets of New York in comfortable silence again, watching the city come to life around them. They get back to the still-dark compound, everyone still sleeping peacefully in their beds, unaware of anything around them. 

The pair lay in comfortable silence until the sun kissed the horizon in those early morning hours, chasing away the stars and setting the sky ablaze. “We should get going, my darling,” Loki said, carefully beginning to clean up the dishes, placing them back in the bag that he had brought them in.

“Yeah..” Eleni yawns as she rises from the ground. She picks up the blankets and folds them, placing them in a neat pile on the dewy grass and gathering up all the pillows that had been strewn about. She picks up the stack of blankets before sleepily walking down the hill back to the car. He unlocks it and throws everything in the back seat before opening the door so Eleni can take her things and put them in the backseat as well. Once she was inside, he closed the door, walked around to the driver's side and got in. 

“Thank you, Loki. Star-gazing was a good idea,” Eleni says as they get inside. “I really enjoyed that; thank you for listening to me ramble random facts.”

“I will always listen to your facts, darling. I enjoy nothing more than to hear you talk about what you love. I love having such a smart, passionate girlfriend.” He pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her lower back. “I love you, and I will absolutely take you stargazing again; just say the word, and we’re gone.” 

Eleni looks up at him, a tired smile on her lips, “Tomorrow?”

[hockeylovee12]

Hi!! I saw u were taking requests so can I request an imagine where quinn is complaining to elias or jack or anyone abt how y/n is too clingy and hears and starts to get insecure and upset and he doesn't know what he did wrong and she just like ignores him?

-- 💗❤️💗❤️

Thank you for the request hope you enjoy! 🫶

After a 7-2 win over the Sharks and completing the season series undefeated against them Quinn and a few of his teammates decided to go out to a local bar. Quinn was told a few of the other guys girlfriends and wives were joining as well and when Elias went to ask Quinn if Y/N was planning on joining them Quinn just shook his head.

“Nah she’s working late tonight couldn’t make it to the game” Quinn tells him

“Is everything alright between you two?” Elias questions with a concerned tone

“I don’t know man she’s just she’s been really clingy lately I don’t know what to do I love her but it’s like lately it’s like I can barely breath at this point the rink is my escape” Quinn complains

Elias shoots him a sympathetic look.

“You can tell her it’s just a guys night I’ll back you up I mean we both know I’m not bringing anyone to the bar tonight” Elias

“Ya lucky you” Quinn says impulsively the only thing Quinn didn’t know was Y/N was on the other side of the wall waiting to surprise him and instead ended up hearing every word said.

Frustrated Y/N leaves without seeing Quinn and heads back to their shared apartment.

Once she arrives she heads to their bedroom and changes into her pajamas before starting to cry remembering the conversation between Quinn and Elias.

How could Quinn say those things about her. Was she really that clingy?

A few minutes of crying goes by when her phone beeps and it’s a text from Quinn

Quinny 💚- Hey babe going out with the guys I’ll be back late get home safe love you

Y/N nearly slams her phone on her bedside table and resumes crying this time with more thoughts running through her mind

If he loved me he wouldn’t have said those things about me

Why am I not good enough for him

Eventually Y/N wears herself out from crying and falls asleep.

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Around midnight Quinn unlocks his apartment and steps inside. He notices Y/N purse sitting on the coffee table and sighs in relief knowing she got home safe, especially after not responding to his text which she usually does.

Quinn walks to his fridge and pours himself a glass of water before walking to the bedroom where he finds Y/N curled up on the bed. Quinn grabs a blanket from the foot of their bed and drapes it over Y/N then places a kiss on her head before walking to his closet and changing into a pair of sweatpants.

Quinn then walks to the bathroom and finishes getting ready for bed before tucking himself in right next to Y/N and peacefully falling asleep.

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The next morning Quinn wakes up to Y/N gone. He yawns and checks his phone feeling grateful that Tocchett gave the team the day off. After spending around 10 minutes on his phone Quinn pulls back the covers and walks to the kitchen where he sees Y/N sitting at the counter sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning” Quinn says walking over to Y/N and attempting to places a kiss on her cheek to which she turns her head making his attempt unsuccessful.

“Is everything ok?” Quinn asks taken back by her response

Y/N chooses not to respond and continues sipping her coffee

“Are you mad because I went out last night without you come on babe it was guys only none of the other guys girlfriends went” Quinn lies

Y/N looks him straight in the eye before whipping her head back to avoid him

Quinn gives her a strange look before walking to the coffee machine to make himself a cup before taking a seat next to her.

“So I was thinking maybe you and I could go out to lunch today Kuzy was telling me about a great new spot that just opened up down the street from us” Quinn says to no response instead Y/N finishes her cup of coffee, gets up, places her cup in the sink and walks to their room slamming the door shut.

Quinn tries to rack his brain wondering what he could’ve done to make her ignore him especially when she’s been so on to him recently about spending time together

He pulls out his phone checking his calendar wondering if he missed a birthday or anniversary but there’s nothing.

He ponders over it while finishing his cup of coffee before placing his mug in the sink and walking back towards their room

He walks in and sees Y/N standing in front of the sink in the bathroom brushing her teeth

“Y/N is everything alright?” Quinn asks

Y/N doesn’t respond and continues with her task at hand after finishing she begins walking out of the bathroom but Quinn stops her

“Seriously Y/N knock it off tell me what’s wrong” Quinn says with a little more force in his voice

“Quinn move” Y/N says

“No not until you tell me what’s happening” Quinn says blocking the opening

“Why don’t you want to go out to lunch?” Quinn asks

“How about you take yourself out to lunch it’ll be a nice little break from me” Y/N says before pushing Quinns arm down and walking out of their shared bedroom and bathroom space leaving Quinn standing there.

[woso-fan13]

NO. 9 THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

Sleeping in Shifts

You hadn’t been feeling well all day, but after dinner was when things took a sharp turn. After a nasty case of strep, you had been set up with antibiotics to hopefully knock it out of your system. Instead, you suddenly spiked a fever that left the whole team worried. The staff suggested that they send you to the hospital, they argued that someone needed to watch you: you couldn’t be trusted to wake yourself up, check your temperature, and get yourself to the hospital if it got too high. Your teammates very quickly shut that idea down. This left them with a schedule to spend the night with you. The players would be in pairs and each pair would spend 2 hours with you. They would take your temperature every 30 minutes and record it. If it got too high, the captains would bring you to the ER. Not everyone got to go tonight, but they were certain that they would all get a few chances in the nights to come. 

The first pair was Ash and Ali. At 10, they settled in right away on either side of you, they cared more about making you feel better than about keeping themselves healthy, besides the penicillin was probably on board long enough to kill the step. You curled into Ali’s side, resting your heavy head on her chest. Your arm was draped across her stomach and was latching on to her hand on the other side of her body. Ash was laying behind you, her front pressing into your back. She had a warm hand on her stomach that she used to gently rub circles. You quickly fell asleep, the fever and busy day taking a toll on you. The two talk quietly over you, pausing occasionally to take your temperature. They listened to your breathing closely, monitoring for any distress. 

Just before midnight, the door creaks open. Mal’s head pops in, closely followed by Rose. After a quick report from the others, they take up their guard. The two settle on the opposite bed, alternating between talking and playing on their phones. The first hour and a half went smoothly, your temperature was still high, but not high enough for the hospital. Around 1:45, Mal and Rose stopped what they were doing as they heard shuffling coming from your bed. By the time they looked over, you had your feet on the ground and were attempting to walk. The two quickly rush over to you, meeting you only 4 steps from your bed. Mal wraps you in her arms as Rose starts questioning you: where are you going, what do you need? When your only response is to start sobbing as you become dead weight in Mal’s arms, they know something must be wrong. As Mal lowers you to the floor and pulls you into her body, Rose quickly grabs the thermometer. Just under 104F, they become somewhat concerned. Rose grabs a cool cloth from the bathroom, easily overpowering you when you try to fight it and shushing you and humming gently when you finally give up on fighting and are reduced to whimpers. She drags the cloth over your face, neck, arms, back, wherever she can find bare skin. 

At 2am exactly, a soft knock on the door is heard just before it opens. Lindsey and Emily are taking the next shift. When they walk in the room, everyone looks overwhelmed and close to tears. Without communicating, they get to work. Emily grabs you off of Mal, reassuring you when you jump at the new presence. She walks you out to the balcony, taking a seat on the outdoor sofa and putting her legs across it. She settles you on top of her, your head just below her chin. The door opens a minute later, Lindsey rejoining the group after reassuring the others and sending them to bed. She hands a drink bottle to Emily, who slips the straw into your mouth and encourages you to sip at it. A cool liquid soothes your throat, sore from illness and crying. Lindsey quickly slips medication into your mouth, the drink following shortly after. You feel a fuzzy blanket covering you. This must be one of theirs, it is much too nice to be a hotel blanket, besides the fact that it smells like them. Lindsey settles in the chair on the balcony, throwing a blanket over her legs as well. Emily’s hand comes up to rub soothing circles on your back, lulling you. You fall asleep to the two quietly talking above you and the quiet sounds of the city below. 

Kelley and Alex are set to take the next shift, but they worry when they walk into an empty room at 4. After a brief panic and a frantic search of the room, they see the makeshift group on the balcony. Sliding the door open slowly, they work their way over to the group. Kelley pats Emily’s head before stealing you out of her arms. Alex stays to get the rundown of the previous events of the evening while Kelley takes you back inside to a bed. When she enters the room, she sees Kelley in her full mother-hen glory. She is pulling your limbs from your sweat soaked pajamas and stuffing them into clean pajamas (and yes, maybe the shirt is Alex’s and the pants are Kelley’s, but that must be a coincidence.) After you are settled in new clothes, Kelley looks to Alex for help maneuvering you under the covers properly. The two get you comfortable in the bed before Kelley runs off to the bathroom. Retiring a minute later, she puts a damp cloth on your forehead. Pleased with their handiwork, the two assume a position very similar to the one Ash and Ali were in earlier. They watch you sleep, your face relaxed except for the wrinkle between your eyes and the rosy circles on your cheeks. 

At 6, the Mewis sisters are on for the final shift of the night. They look refreshed- showered and dressed, coffee cups in hand. They quickly switch with Alex and Kelley, a delicate dance of replacing Kelley’s chest with Kristie’s lap. After the older players leave, the Mewis sisters turn on a movie quietly. Kristie keeps one hand wrapped around her coffee cup, but the other is smoothing through your hair to try and keep you asleep. Towards the end of the movie you become restless, causing the sisters to try to keep you from waking up. Their attempts are futile, as your eyes slowly blink open. They were still sleepy, groggy as you tried to piece together the night before. The two chuckle at your confused face, pulling you to sit up between them and watch the movie. You pull your blanket up and try to keep your eyes open, but they are closed before the final credits. They let you sleep, knowing that you need the rest. 

Nobody had slept well that night, but that was okay. The next few nights would likely be similar, but the team would soon be back to a normal schedule. And when your fever broke one afternoon, everyone said a silent prayer. Everyone passed out in bed that night, sleeping so deeply that they didn’t even dream. The coaches had to cancel early morning practice the next day when none of the players showed up, all still fast asleep. 

[sailorshadzter]

some more early inukag

because i am once again a fool for their love.

(lol once again, as if i ever stopped loving them)

“I don’t see why you have to go back!”  

The angry scowl does little to change her mind. “Because I have an exam,” she snaps back, hands on hips, blue eyes narrowing. “And I’d like to graduate with the rest of my class,” she goes on, shouldering her backpack as she puts one foot onto the edge of the well. “I’ll be back Tuesday.” 

 He doesn’t know what Tuesday means but there’s no time to ask because she’s gone, fading from his time into the future. Just like that, she was gone. “Kagome will be back,” Miroku chimes in, unflinching when the hanyou’s gaze is daggers in his direction instead of the well. “Tuesday is three days from now.” The monk continues, thinking of what the young woman has taught him during their time together. “And it will do us well to rest.” InuYasha curses beneath his breath but does not reply, rather he storms off back towards the village, leaving Miroku there to heave a sigh. He supposes it’s best not to argue with the hanyou- even he’s not brave enough for that, yet. And so, with one last glance towards the well, he follows after InuYasha, hoping they might actually get the rest they deserve.  

[ x x x ] 

She can’t understand any of this.  

Despite the hours she’s crammed into this textbook, she doesn’t understand a damn thing. Heaving a sigh, she pushes back from the desk she’s sat at for the last several hours, thinking perhaps InuYasha was right, and she should have just remained in the feudal era. There’s a part of her that knows she belongs there- that she needs to be there. But... There’s still a sliver of her that wants to be like any normal girl might be.  

But she wonders if life could ever be normal again. 

Yawning, she glances at the clock which reads well past midnight and decides she might sleep a while. Perhaps in the morning she might wake with a fresh start, a fresh mind. And so, she rises up from the chair and instead climbs into her bed, fully clothed and not bothering to draw a single blanket over her head. Truth was, the moment her head hit the pillow, she was asleep; it wasn’t just the hours of studying that left her so sleepy, but the days, if not weeks, of nonstop traveling. They had spent the better half of the last month simply on the go- chasing demons and Naraku, too. It was exhausting.  

And so, she sleeps, quite peacefully.  

[ x x x ] 

When he slips in through her window, he’s quite intent on bringing her back.  

But she’s asleep in her bed, one hand tucked beneath her ivory cheek, stalling him in his steps. He’s seen her asleep, of course, but there was something different about this time. Something that steers him in a way he’d not thought possible. A sigh escapes him as he sinks down onto the floor beside her bed, torn between frustration and something that felt soft and warm. Whatever his plans were before, they were gone now, and all that was left behind was his instinct to protect her, to keep her safe from whatever might be out there- in this world, and his. 

And so, he closes his eyes, waiting until she opened hers. 

[ x x x ] 

She wakes as the first rays of dawn peek through her curtains. 

Yawning, she rolls onto her other side, definitely thinking she’d return to sleep for a few more hours. But she’s compelled to open her eyes, and she’s surprised to see the snoozing hanyou at the side of her bed. Sitting up, she blinks, thinking for a single moment that she’s just imagined this, that he’s not there, for why would he be? And yet... There he was, snoring softly. 

Something warm seeps into her blood, into her veins, and she can’t help but to smile as she leans forward, all so she might drape her sheet over his shoulders. He stirs, but does not wake, and so she returns her head to her pillow. It gave her butterflies to think he’d come all this way for her, only to have found her asleep and left her as he’d found her.  

Something tells her that this was where she was meant to be.  

[ x x x ] 

She fails her exam, but she supposes she shouldn’t be surprised. 

“Are you ready?” InuYasha asks, though her bag is already on his shoulder, those golden eyes unwavering in their gaze. “It is Tuesday,” he reminds her, though he only knows because he’s asked her mother that very morning when Kagome had left for school.  

 Kagome stares back at him for what might have been an eternity, before she laughs, a sound he realizes right then that he adores. When had that happened? “Ready,” she says, knowing that deep down, there was no where she wanted to be than by his side. In truth, she was eager to return to the feudal era, to the life she’s begun to grow accustomed to.  

“Did you pass?” He asks and she shakes her head, dejected, defeated, quite unlike the Kagome he knows. It surprises him and he reminds himself that this was her usual life, of course it was disappointing that she was not able to live it fully. “Next time then,” he says as they head out the door of her room and into the hallway, thinking back to what her mother had told him to say that morning when he’d asked- right after he’d asked the day of the week, that was. “You’ll do it next time.” Her mother had said to be encouraging! And while he knows it’s not his greatest of strengths, there’s something inside of him that wants to make her feel better.  

Was he... Consoling her? Kagome shoots him a surprised glance, eyes widening ever so slightly as his eyes turn back to her. “I hope so,” she replies, a smile spreading across her face as they descend the stairs to the lower level of the house. After a round of goodbyes, they’ve made their way back to the wellhouse, about to jump through back to his time. “Hey InuYasha...” She says, stopping him as one foot is halfway up, ready to jump through. “Thanks for coming to get me,” she grins, perhaps not quite what she’d thought she might say, but the next best thing. He scowls, but his eyes are shining as he offers her his hand, and together, they leap into the well. 

Back to the other side, the other life of theirs.  

[fruitydreamlandlight]

Midnight movies

(a/n) So this is my first fanfic and I'm a bit nervous cause I haven't wrote one in forever and I never posted one of my fanfics on here so if anyone has any advice on writing or something I could do to make it look better please tell me, I'm very open to constructive criticism.

This is a merther fanfic because it the only thing on my mind

(side note I have no Idea what in doing so bare with me on this (I'm also doing this on my phone))

Desc: future au! Where Arthur comes back and Merlin has to teach him about the future and stuff and this is Arthur first time watching a movie

Tags: oneshots, first kiss, movie night, discovering gay ppl? (I'm going of a limb for this fic) slight homophobia, one POV (I don't like changing povs), fluff, not proofread!

I hope you like it

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Merlin POV:

It's been better since Arthur came back, I'm super happy, but him being the prat he is he is the worst person to teach.

I try to reach him stuff about this world! But no! Im still his lowly servant who can't do anything but clean!

So tonight instead of a lesson, I'm going to take a break and show him a movie. He's still perplexed by today's technology and he has a lot to learn. But he'll be happier if I just relax with him and have some popcorn and act like we don't have years of otherworldly experiences that no one will ever understand...

Anyways I don't have to struggle to get him to understand tonight, easy peasy lemon squeezy. The movie I picked out was a newer one, I didn't want to go into the theater and embarrass myself by confusing him even more, and possibly disrupting other people. So we're just staying at my house to watch the movie

I get the popcorn started and Arthur is startled by the sudden noise

"what the bloody hell is that?!" He exclaims

"its a microwave" I say and he only looks at me even more confused

"it's used to cook stuff, I'll tell you another night, the food inside it is popcorn, which is popped corn" I speak, not even having to stop for him to ask more questions

"how do you pop corn?" He says, I let out a little sigh and think, 'whatever it's just a simple explanation'

"when corn kernels are heated to a point they pop" the microwave beeps and I open the door, wincing a little at the heat of the bag as I pull it out

He nods and I assume he's only pretending to know half what I'm saying.

"so what is this whole movie thing about?" He says sitting at one of the stools at my counter.

"well people have movie nights where the sit in a theater or on their couch, like us, and eat popcorn" I lift up the bag as I say that "and sodas but I think you would go into a coma if you soda, so just water for you, but I have some Dr.pepper in the fridge, if you really want to try some" I grab my dr.pepper, a water, and the pop corn. I walk over to my living room and put the stuff on the coffee table and grab the remote. I fiddle with it before finally getting everything set up "Arthur!" It still feels weird to say that after so many years. "You can get in here, everything's ready!" seconds later he walks in and sits down on the couch.

"so these people are 'actors'?" He stretches out the word, we never had many performer's in Camelot because of Uther and his insanity. "Yes" I start the movie and oprn my Dr.pepper with a satisfying hiss and I take a sip.

I swing my arm over the couch and the movie gets past the long intro and reach over and grab one of my blankets and drape it over my legs and one arm, leaving my other arm for grabbing. My arm takes it place back to the back of the couch.

Arthurs eyes never leave the screen once for the first 40 minutes, I don't even think that he blinked once, so I put my arm around him to slightly wake him up, "you good, not gonna explode on me are ya?" I whisper, which sets him free, "yeah yeah, I'm fine" he sits up, he still acts like prince, I chuckle

"what's so funny?" My attention is brought back Arthur "this person is almost dead and you are laughing" I look to the screen and sure enough the main character is on the ground fighting the villain "their only characters it's fine" he sighs with a huff and crosses his arm

I look to the movie again and the main character defeats the villain, the protagonists friend walks up and grabs her hand, confessing her love, they share a kiss. I look over to Arthur who is baffled. His mouth hangs open a little bit

"b-but they are both girls." He looks up to me confused and I share the same look "and?" I say

He pause "but it's two girls, it's supposed to be a male and a female, not this" he motions to the screen. I roll my eyes "people really don't care about that anymore"

(a/n I don't really know what's the situation on homophobia in Britain or in Europe for that matter, I live in a America so I'm just going off of what goes on here)

"but that's wrong" he turns his whole body as he speaks "it's really not, people love who they live Arthur" he looks at the screen then me

"what is it called?" he whispers for whatever reason, i think he still wants to hide from his father's wrath

"it's called homosexuality, when to woman love each other it's more specifically called lesbian and when it's two men it's called gay" I turn my body to face him as well

"this world is ...so ... different" falls against the couch

"are you angry?" The dramatic music from the end credits start as I say that

"a little... I don't know what to expect anymore" he runs a hand over his face and let's out a small scream. I rub my hand up and down his side

"would you be angry if I..." I pause

"if you what?! Speak Merlin"he yells impatiently

"if I kissed you?" He stops and grabs my hand, he sits up and we just stare at each other.

"I-" before he says anything else I push my lips to his and he seems to freeze, I pull away and he's stuck

"i-i-"he mutters

"I'm so sorry, I should've let you speak" my hands cover my face, I want to curl up and die.

Suddenly I feel his hands peeling my hands away from my face

"that wasn't... terrible" he looks at me holding my hands and we don't say anything for a while, he starts to slowly lift my hands to my face and places a small kiss to them. I let my hands free and caress his cheek as he does mine and we start to lean closer

And closer...

And finally and lips collide again. It's more passionate and sweet. I let my hands fall to his waist. His arms wrapped around my neck. We pull away from each other and our foreheads lean against each other.

"i-i love you" he says sounding almost unsure

"I love you too" I smile and we both chuckle a little

He hugs me, which doesn't feel right so I lean back my head to kiss him again

I don't want to ever let go

Tonight he won't sleep on the couch, he slept right next to each other, we held each all through the night. I couldn't even fall asleep

I didn't want this moment to end, I didn't even realize the sun coming up

"are you still awake?" he whispers

"yeah I couldn't fall asleep" I whisper back

"me either" he whispers again

I peck his lips for what feels like the thousandths time

I don't think I'll ever get tired of this...

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So that's the end! Tell me your thoughts and give me some tips if you can

I dont really have a sign off so just bye for now!

[lpmurphy]

Spring in Tchakova Park

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Summary: Green was the color of the grass where he used to walk in Tchakova Park.

In which John meets a stranger in the park, Violet learns of the care and keeping of Spartans, and Cortana offers dating advice. (Complete 5/7/24)

Chapter Summary: John and Violet take a midnight walk and the woods. They quickly learn that they are not alone.

Chapter Twenty Five: Gúta (NSFW)

John had forgotten how much darker it was in the mountains compared to the city. Inky black had settled into everything around, the only light that of the deck lights and the silvery glow of the moons across the water. He hadn’t had much issue navigating the darkness when he had slipped out the back door to creep along the back of the kiva. The chrono had read well past midnight when he slipped out of the room. Vannak hadn’t returned to their shared room since his walk with Riz, the twosome excusing themselves after they all had retreated from the icy temperatures of the lake in search of hot showers and dry clothing. 

John had been unable to push the sight of Violet emerging from the water from his mind as he laid on the bedroom floor. She had slipped from the water after he did, wet skin glistening in the moonlight and nipples pebbled under the wet fabric of her bra, the thin lace clinging to her. He had tried to shake it from his thoughts and force himself to sleep but yearning ached in his bones instead as he tried to relax under the extra blankets Violet had retrieved them all from the linen closet. He gave up and threw the heavy blankets from himself with a huff before quickly dressing and setting off into the still quiet of the house. He couldn’t risk knocking on her bedroom door and waking up her family or waking up her companions that shared the room with her. 

He had chosen to slip out into the brisk night air to her window, hoping he’d find her awake and craving him in the same way he did her. He felt pathetic; they had been together only nights before, but he couldn’t escape the longing that had settled into him knowing she was only a wall away. He peered into the window and found Violet asleep in the bed she shared with Kai, her hair tumbling over her face like spilled ink. Riz’s bedroll remained empty and untouched. John raised a hand to tap on the glass and flexed his fingers as he thought better of it. He could wake Kai, he thought, and he would never live it down if he did. Yet, the wanting outweighed the fear of embarrassment as he brought his fingers to the glass in a sharp rap.

Violet startled awake as John tapped at the window pane of her bedroom. He watched from outside as she lifted her head from the pillow and squinted around in the dark. He tapped the glass again. Violet’s eyes fell on the window and confusion flashed across her still half-asleep face before her smile replaced it at the sight of him. Kai’s arm was draped over her. Violet sat up carefully to avoid waking her. 

“What are you doing?” She mouthed, brow quirked.

He gestured for her to come to the window. Violet tilted her head in question and John repeated the summoning motion, pointing to the lock on the inside of the window. She nodded in understanding and rose from the bed, carefully untangling herself from Kai’s arms. She slid out of the bed, tugged on her hiking boots, and seized a blanket from the foot of the bed.

Violet crossed the room to unlatch the window and slid it open slowly so as to not disturb the sleeping blonde. John pushed the window the rest of the way up and watched Violet slip out of the window with the precision of someone who had performed the motion before. He gave her a knowing look as her feet hit the grass below and she slid the window shut behind her. 

“Done that before?” He whispered.

“Maybe once or twice,” she smirked, “I learned everything I know from Katie. Don’t let her fool you; she was a terrible influence growing up.”

John chuckled as she turned to face him. Violet threw her blanket around her shoulders with a shiver and stepped out of view of the window with a wondering look up at him.

“Jesus, it’s so cold out here,” she whispered, pulling the blanket tightly around her, “What is it?”

His lips crashed against hers in response. John backed her against the cool concrete of the wall, leaning over her as Violet’s hands pressed against his chest, her lips moving against his. His teeth found her lip, dragging against the delicate flesh, a soft moan rumbling in her throat. The sweet sound had nearly been his undoing. John fought the desire to take her against that wall as he skin prickled with need. He sucked in a breath and rested his clenched fist against the wall just above her head.

“Feel up for a walk?” He rasped out. 

She peered up at him from under her lashes, her teeth dragging over her lower lip as she nodded up at him. John held his hand out for hers and she slipped her fingers into his. He led her across the lawn to the woods that bordered the property silently, Violet stepping carefully behind him. She watched her feet as they walked, careful not to trip over the low brush and twisting roots. 

He stopped once they reached the thicket of trees that blocked them from view. John was still able to locate the glow of the deck lights from between the thick branches. Violet’s hands found the zipper of his pants and she too  at his waistband as her lips found his again. There was nothing but hunger in the way she kissed him, her body pressed against his as she worked to undo his zipper. John’s own hands found the drawstring of her sweats. He undid the neat bow she had fastened the tie into, his lips not leaving hers as he yanked them down her hips. 

“I’m leaving my sweatshirt on,” she mumbled against his lips, “It’s fucking cold.” 

He chuckled, “Fine by me, goose.”

Her hands slid into his pants, pulling them to his thighs with a few sharp tugs. Her hand wrapped around him with a soft tug, the sensation of her fingers dragging against his sensitive flesh enough to elicit a throaty moan. His whole body reacted to her touch. His hips bucked into her hand in a request for more. He couldn’t contain his need any longer as she touched him, her breathy sighs unraveling any bit of control he clung to. His hands slipped to her waist as he hoisted her off the ground. Violet let out a soft gasp as her back met the tree behind her, wrapping her legs around his waist in invitation. John chuckled as he brushed against her, the warm slickness he was met with proving that she needed him as much as he did her.

Violet’s head fell back against the tree and a moan ripped from her throat; loud and punctuated with curses as he entered her swiftly. John smirked as the sound bounced off the trees and took a cautious glance back at the darkened home. 

“Quiet, goose,” he whispered, chuckling as she clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Sorry,” she whispered, gasping out loudly as he thrust into her again, “Oh! Fuck, John! Sorry, sorry.”

Violet cried out again as he rocked his hips into her and her eyes fluttered shut. The sound echoed through the dark and John lifted a hand from her thigh to press it over her mouth. Violet’s hand found his wrist and gripped it tightly. He could feel the whisper of her shuddered breaths and quick exhales against his skin as he quickened his pace, her nails biting into his back.

“Look at me,” he groaned, Violet tightening around him.

Her eyes snapped open at the demand, heated green boring into his own from over his hand. John swallowed his own moan and tightened his grip on her thigh, his fingers pressed into the delicate flesh. 

The crack of snapping wood pulled him from her and John pulled his lips from her neck at the sound. A low, animalistic grunt followed. They couldn’t have been far enough in the woods for wildlife, he thought. He had been sure not to bring her out that far. His motions slowed as he listened, glancing around in the dark for the source of the noise. The woods fell silent again save for the sounds of her exhales. 

John turned his attention back to Violet, the unlocatable sounds forgotten as he rutted himself into her again. She whimpered against his palm, her tongue dragging against the rough skin. The sound went forgotten as he regained his pace, the vulgar, rhythmic sound of his hips slamming against her cutting through the dark. Violet’s breaths grew quick as she clenched around him and her hands grasped at his back. He recognized her panted breaths and smirked at the desperate way she lifted her hips off of the tree to meet his own. 

Whispered voices pulled him from her again and John’s head snapped up. 

“Did you hear that?” he asked, scanning the dark brush surrounding them. He removed his hand from her lips.

“No,” she gasped out. She brought her hands to his face to turn his lips back to hers. He pressed a quick kiss to her bottom lip before scanning their surroundings again. He had the sense that they weren’t alone.

“I heard voices,” he said, straining to hear if the whispers would return. 

Violet groaned in protest. Her hands found his face again and she brought her lips to his neck, her tongue grazing his skin. He continued to scan, considering how far she would have to run from their current location back to the house. Her lips continued to move against his neck, “Baby, focus. It’s the woods; it’s probably just a raccoon or something.”

“That sounded too big to be a raccoon,” he replied, hissing out a breath when her hand wrapped around him and began those agonizing strokes.

“We’re fine. We’re not that far out,” she assured him.

John allowed her to guide him back to her, still alert as his lips crashed against hers again. Violet sighed into his mouth as she sunk back down onto him. John’s lips trailed from her lips to her jaw, his teeth grazing her earlobe before he returned to her neck. 

Another moan ripped through the dark, this time louder and closer. Violet’s legs unhooked from his waist as he dropped her, turning to put himself between her and the source of the noise.

“I heard that ,” she whispered, eyes wide as she glanced around in the dark, “What was that?”

“Quiet, goose,” he whispered, yanking up his pants. His hands found the sidearm he had holstered before waking her up. Violet’s eyes popped at the sight of it. 

“You brought me out here to have sex and brought a gun?”She hissed, her brows knitted in disapproval.

“I brought a gun into the woods at night, Vi,” he retorted, “Quiet.”

Another grunt pierced through the silence. Violet tensed behind him. Her voice was a fearful whisper as she repeated, “What was that?”

His immediate thought was gúta. He knew his sidearm wouldn’t do much against the massive creatures except slow them down enough for him to get Violet to safety, and royally piss one off. He’s seen the tusked bipeds take multiple high caliber rounds before going down. He kicked himself for pulling her out into the woods in the first place. It had been stupid; impulsive even. Certainly he could have lasted another few days without pulling her out into the dark for a quick fuck.

“Put your pants on,” he ordered. Violet nodded and yanked up her sweatpants, watching him nervously. “Stay behind me. If I say run, you run. Understood?”

“John-.”

“Do you understand, Violet?” 

She nodded quickly, his eyes falling to his sidearm as he turned in the direction of the noise. He waved her on as he stepped carefully through the brush, the grunting continuing. Her fingers knotted in the back of his shirt nervously as she followed his steps, avoiding making unnecessary noise as she followed behind him. John found the source of the noise, his eyes following on a tree that swayed in rhythm with the grunts. Whatever it was, he assumed it was large. Strong. He should have sent her back to the house, he thought. What the hell was he thinking dragging her after him?

“The sounds do not match any I am able to find when looking at animals native to this forest,” Cortana said, “They best match human sounds.”

“What is it?” she whispered.

He raised a hand and Violet fell silent behind him. He racked his sidearm. A series of shuffles and startled gasps followed the sharp noise as it echoed through the trees. John tensed and prepared for whatever would come out of the trees. He took a defensive step in front of Violet. Her grip on his shirt tightened as she looked out from behind him. 

He switched on the mounted light, hoping to see whatever it was before it saw him. The bright beam illuminated a flash of red curls and dark skin. Violet let out a surprised gasp. John lowered his weapon, dropping his eyes at the sight of Vannak behind Riz, his hands gripping her hips, Riz’s hands pressed against the tree trunk. Riz let out a gasp of her own, both Spartans avoiding John’s eye as they scrambled to find their clothes. 

“Chief,” Vannak greeted him stiffly, tossing Riz a blanket that she quickly wrapped around herself.

“Vannak,” he replied, “Riz.”

The three stared at each other in silence, John unsure of exactly how to approach the situation unfolding in front of them. 

“So that’s where they have been off to,” Cortana smirked.

Violet hit his back in a series of excited slaps, bouncing on her toes with a repeated whisper of, “Oh my god, I knew it. Oh my god, I knew it.”

Violet’s laughter broke the silence, a flicker of a smile raising Riz’s lips. John felt Violet’s hand slip into his, giving it a gentle tug back towards the way they came. She put a hand on his arm, jerking her head east towards the water in a silent recommendation. John nodded in response, his eyes not pulling away from the wide eyed stares of Riz and Vannak as they watched Violet lead him away.

Violet offered the two a cheeky smile, “We’ll move farther down. Enjoy your ‘walk’, you two.”

[dropsofjupitcr]

MIDNIGHT MUSINGS

The digital alarm clock's harsh red numbers blinked mockingly as Hunter stared at them through bleary eyes: 2:37 AM. Beside him, Ophelia let out a soft snuffling noise and shifted positions, burrowing deeper beneath the mound of blankets cocooning them both in blessed warmth. Away from the chill December night air seeping through the old dorm's leaky window frames.

Even in the shadowy dimness of their shoebox apartment, Hunter couldn't help but be transfixed by the way Ophelia's features seemed to almost glow, backlit by those faint crimson numerals. The normally bright constellations of freckles dusting the bridge of her nose and cheekbones were smudged into a burnt sienna palette in this half-light. Loose tendrils of chestnut hair fanned out in a haphazard halo across the pillowcase. In that bleary, exhausted state of half-wakefulness clinging to Hunter's consciousness, he marveled at just how damn beautiful his girlfriend - no, his partner, his other half, his everything - could manage to be even like this. Wrapped up in bunny-printed pajamas and drooling slightly, mouth-agape in the throes of a deep sleep.

God, he was so bloody lucky to be the one who got to share this view. This private, perfect, peaceful vision of the woman who had turned his entire world upside down the moment she had first stepped onto that scuffed-up frozen pond back in elementary school all those years ago. Before Hunter could reign himself in, those swirling thoughts of adoration started escaping their confines as half-mumbled verbal musings.

"Hey Ophs...you awake?"

A noncommittal hum answered him, her shapely back shifting beneath the quilted blankets.

"Do you ever wonder...I mean, just think about if things had been different for us?" Hunter continued in a hushed ramble, his voice cracking slightly from fatigue and the weight of his meandering theories. "Like, if we'd grown up in some alternate world instead of as skating partners? Do you think we'd still...you know, be a couple? Wind up together no matter what?"

A sleepy tousle of red hair appeared from the fabric nest as Ophelia turned to regard him with one bleary emerald eye cracked open, brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and exasperation.

"Are you having those dumb midnight existential asthmatic thoughts again?" she groaned, clearly only half-registering his rambling queries through her haze of drowsiness.

Hunter shrugged sheepishly, draping one thick arm around her narrow waist and tugging her plush form flush against his larger physique. The soft scents of lavender shampoo and crisp, clean linen washed over him as he nuzzled the crown of her head reverently. "Maybe..." he admitted, voice pitched lower against the delicate whorl of her ear. "Just can't seem to make my brain shut off at night sometimes, you know?"

Ophelia let out a contented sigh as she allowed herself to be enfolded into the warm cocoon of his embrace, her eyelids already fluttering closed once more. "Well, keep those racing thoughts away from my end of things, West," she purred in a drowsy murmur. "Let me at least get some damn sleep."

Hunter hummed an affirmative reply, nosing aside a few loose tresses so he could brush a feather-light kiss against her temple. He felt the tension seep out of his girlfriend's slender frame at the tender gesture as Ophelia sagged fully into his sinewy arms. For a few tranquil moments, the only sounds filling their shoebox apartment were the steady in-out cadences of their mingled breathing patterns, slipping in seamless sync with one another. One heartbeat melding effortlessly into the next. As it had since the first time they cautiously intertwined their gangly teenage limbs all those years ago.

Hunter traced abstract, soothing patterns along the sliver of exposed skin peeking from between Ophelia's tank top and pajama bottoms. Allowing the hushed peace surrounding them to settle into his very marrow.

Until...

"You don't think we'd already be married by now?" he pondered aloud before he could censor his wandering thoughts. "With like...five kids at least? Or maybe an entire hockey team's worth of little ankle-biters running around, knowing us?"

Ophelia groaned, cracking one emerald eye open again to shoot her boyfriend an exaggerated glower from the depths of her blanket nest. "For the sake of avoiding the very real possibility of smothering you with a pillow right now?" She settled the full force of her drowsy glare on the sheepish Hunter, pursing her lips in displeasure. "Go. To. Bed."

Hunter couldn't help the low chuckle rumbling up unbidden from his broad chest as Ophelia swatted him half-heartedly. His smile only widened further as he pressed another teasing peck to the tip of her adorably upturned nose, eliciting a fresh disgruntled grumble. "Roger that, babe. Going to sleep now, just like you asked."

As Ophelia harrumphed and shifted to get more comfortable against the solid wall of Hunter's torso, one last drowsy murmur reached his ears. "If we did have five kids, I'm telling you right now that potty training duty is ALL on you, pal."

Hunter simply hummed a wordless note of wry acknowledgment, resisting the urge to rumple her tangled hair in playful retribution. He knew better than to push his luck tonight. So instead, Hunter cradled Ophelia tighter and welcomed the waves of exhaustion already dragging him back under into peaceful slumber, perfectly content to pick up their silly late-night musing at a later date. Perhaps in some future reality where five squirming little bundles did indeed call them Mom and Dad, and these quiet, intimate moments would ultimately seem like some long lost fever dream.

[solemnlyswear93]

“Happy New Year” a Levi Ackerman X Reader excerpt by SolemnlySwear93

This is a one shot from a longer, completed story that you can find by clicking the link at the end.

Reader is female with a default name of “Dylan”. Feel free to insert your own name, though. I just hate using “Y/N”. 🥲

Word count: 5731

🔞 NSFW, adult content, minors do not interact 🔞

Content warnings: Consensual smut including oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex and language

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“C’mon, it’s about to be midnight.” He rubbed your lower back and then took hold of your hand, walking you over to the love seat.

You sat down side by side and you watched as Levi draped a blanket over the pair of you. He then placed an arm around your shoulders, and you nestled into his side.

You allowed yourself to enjoy the moment, your mind swirling with the confessions Levi gave to you. Neither of you bothered to pull out your phones to countdown to midnight, and so when fireworks erupted all around you moments later, you grinned up at the colorful night sky.

“Happy New Year, Levi Ackerman.” You looked at your boss. Your friend. Your real lover.

“Happy New Year, Dylan Montague.” Levi echoed back to you, his grey eyes alight with colors so profound, they took your breath away. “Will you kiss me?” He asked you nearly silently, his voice washed out by the loud fireworks waking the world around you.

You were certain you would never get used to him asking you to kiss him, and you didn’t want to. It was special. So meaningful. “To new beginnings, Levi.” You brought your face closer to his and he held the base of your neck, his fingers tangling in the curls of your hair.

“New beginnings.” Levi spoke against your lips.

You smiled for a beat, and then your lips were on his, your entire body forming to his.

You stayed like that for an obscene amount of time as fireworks popped around you and the wine and strawberries sat all but forgotten entirely.

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When at last you broke apart, the air around you was different. Charged. It was unlike it typically was, though. This time… This time it felt safe. Warm, even.

The walk to Levi’s car was silent and comfortable, and when you sat on the passenger seat of his Bentley, he pressed a few buttons on the dash and the seat beneath you warmed at once.

He had turned on your seat warmer, and for whatever reason, that solidified how you were already feeling.

“Levi…” You paused, watching him fiddle with his radio until he found the song he wanted. Soft, familiar jazz filled the space around you, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was just… Levi. A complicated, broken man that you loved. That you wanted to be close to. To know.

“Yes, Dylan?” Levi pulled away from the valet after nodding his head in thanks and you eyed his side profile in the moonlight while he drove away from the hotel.

You squared your shoulders and steeled your resolve to ask the question waiting on the tip of your tongue. “How are you feeling about… Intimacy. I just mean… If you wanted to… I don’t… Well, I don’t have to go home right now. We could… We could spend time playing chess, or watching a movie, or cooking a late-night snack.” You were rambling, but your jaw felt slack and incapable of closing. You were scared. Vulnerable, even, to be asking something like this.

Levi was quiet for a moment too long, and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking in the near darkness. You wondered if you royally fucked up, your heart thundering and your palms sweaty in your lap.

Should you give him time to process? Or should you say something else?

“I’m not suggesting we do anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You laughed a broken, nervous laugh, subconsciously tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear and shifting your gaze to stare out at the city instead of his face.

“I feel… Fine, with intimacy.” Levi’s words were slow, calculated, and precise. You didn’t dare look at him. “I feel… Fine, if it’s with you.” You heard Levi move his hand across the center console, his fingers quietly finding the bracelet on your wrist and then resting there. “How do you feel about croissants and tea at one in the morning?”

You smiled at him then, blinking away a few tears that nearly fell from your eyes. “I feel like those are the perfect snack to indulge in at one in the morning.” Your voice was shaking with the sheer amount of emotion that filled you, but you allowed it to peak through, just as you had throughout the night.

“Alright, then.” Levi took hold of your hand and didn’t let go for the remainder of the car ride.

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It was nearly two o’clock by the time the croissants were done in the oven, because Levi was particular with his cooking process. He was clean, meticulously so. He even made you wear an apron and tie back your hair, to which you didn’t protest.

You felt a bit silly, maneuvering around his kitchen in your formal gown. Levi also stayed in his suit, though he did discard the jacket.

You were a hilarious pair while you washed each dish you used to make the croissants and tea. You worked well in tandem with one another, and it made a near permanent smile form on your face.

“I still don’t understand how you can drink tea without any kind of sweetener.” You admitted while you dried the last dish and Levi stirred either of your cups of tea.

You watched him shake his head and raise his eyebrows at you. “The right tea doesn’t need sweetener, Dylan. It only takes away from the natural essence.” He eyed the tea in question with an almost holiness and you laughed at him.

“I’ll try it your way, just this once.” You relented, wiping your hands on the cotton fabric of your apron. You joined him at the counter, resting an elbow next to your cup of tea.

Levi pushed a small plate with a croissant your way. “Raspberry jam is acceptable for your croissant, though.” He gestured to a small jar of jam near you, and you nodded your head.

“Thank you for your blessing.” You teased him, carefully splitting apart your still steaming croissant, before spreading a bit of the jam around the inside with a butter knife.

“You should try a drink of your tea before you take a bite of your croissant, or the sweetness from the jam will cloud your tastebuds.” Levi sounded serious, incredibly so.

You refrained from laughing or taunting him again, and instead picked up your cup of black tea. You took a long drag from it, staring at Levi all the while. It was bitter, undeniably so. However, you could pick up on the subtle hints of malt and caramel, mixed in with the intensely overwhelming tartness. “It’s good.” You managed to say.

Levi rolled his eyes at you. “You’re a terrible liar, Dylan.” He drank from his own cup, grasping it by the rim as he always did.

“Hey now, let me drink and eat in peace.” You blinked at him innocently, taking a bite of your croissant next and nearly groaning. “Now this, this is heavenly.” You admitted before taking another bite and relishing in the sweet mixture of the taste of bread and raspberry jam on your tongue.

“Eat your food, Dylan.” Levi scoffed at you, though he didn’t actually sound annoyed, and you were certain there was a ghost of a smile along his lips.

As soon as you were done eating and cleaning the remainder of the dishes, you followed Levi into his bedroom. “Would you like to shower before or after me?” He asked you, taking off his watch and opening a drawer of his dresser to place it back in its respective case.

“Oh, um… You can go first.” You felt your face flush warm and opted to look away from him. If you were bold, you might have suggested showering together, but he hadn’t brought it up and you weren’t sure if you should, either.

“I’ll only be a minute.” He paused when he walked by you, leaning down and kissing the top of your head swiftly.

You waited on his bed a bit awkwardly until he emerged from his bathroom ten minutes later, a towel secured around his waist. You watched him disappear into his closet and then step out again with a pair of grey sweats clinging to his hips, and nothing else.

You throat was dry. Exceptionally so.

“You can wear these, if you’d like.” Levi made to hand you a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved shirt and you smiled at him gratefully.

“Thank you, Levi.” You said quietly. You stood up to go to the bathroom, and then paused when you remembered what you were wearing. “Um, do you mind?” You moved your hair away from your neck to reveal the zipper that sat near the middle of your back.

Levi’s face was blank as he stepped to you, stopping just short of your back and then deftly unzipping your dress enough that you would be able to step out of it without any issue. His fingertips grazed your skin for a brief moment, and then he was moving away from you. “You should go take a shower.” His voice sounded strained, and it only made your face warm.

“Right. Okay. I’ll be back.” With that, you finally rushed into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

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You showered your body quickly and then borrowed a dollop of Levi’s face cleanser to remove your makeup under the stream of warm water. You finished up and stepped out, drying your body and hair alike with the towel Levi left for you.

You were nervous. You could feel your limbs and fingers shaking while you brushed your teeth with a spare toothbrush, your towel wrapped around your torso all the while.

This felt like a deciding moment. A transitional moment. Or perhaps you were only pretending as much.

Regardless, your mind recalled the words Levi spoke in the car.

He was fine with intimacy, as long as it was with you.

What did that mean, exactly?

You couldn’t handle being rejected again. You couldn’t handle it if he walked away from you again.

But you also wanted to connect with him like that.

He was yours and you were his, right?

Maybe that meant he was ready for a step like that?

You were ready, only if he was actually ready this time.

Was it worth trying? Was it worth bringing up at all?

You borrowed Levi’s comb and picked through the knots in your hair, staring at your reflection while you worked.

You glanced at your dress that rested against the doorframe on a hook, your mind remembering the roof top and Levi’s sweet words there, too. His words that were for you and only you.

He apologized to your father. He asked for his blessing to be with you, even though you were twenty-nine years old.

Those things… They meant everything to you.

He meant everything to you.

You loved him. You were in love with him.

You looked at the pile of pajamas you were meant to be changing into, and then you observed yourself in the mirror once more.

Without allowing yourself to overthink it too much, you gripped the towel tightly around you and with a hand that was far too unsteady for your liking, you opened the bathroom door and stepped out into Levi’s bedroom.

He was sitting on his bed, his laptop opened in front of him, the glow of the screen reflecting on the lenses of his glasses he had put on after taking his shower.

It took him only a moment to realize you were out of the bathroom, and then he was staring at you.

Not moving. Not saying anything. Just… Staring.

You swallowed and licked your lips, stepping away from the bathroom and stopping in front of the base of Levi’s bed.

“I need you to tell me if I’m way out of line here. I just… I… You said… I don’t know.” You were losing steam, your earlier confidence floundering now that you were actually standing before Levi in nothing but a towel.

It was impossible to read Levi’s expression. He simply stared at you, and you stared back at him. Neither of you said anything else. You hardly breathed. Your heart was beating in your chest so loudly, you were certain it was actually audible, at this point.

Levi had been silent for so long; you were growing increasingly uncomfortable. This had been a mistake. A foolish wish you had. You were embarrassed and you wanted nothing more than to leave him and get dressed like you should have, to begin with.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll go get dressed.” You rushed the words out of your mouth, turning away from Levi, your face warmer than you could ever recall it being.

“Wait. Just… Wait.” Levi voice caused you to stop where you were, your knuckles turning white from the force with which you were clinging onto your towel.

You heard movement behind you and you were certain Levi had left his place on his bed. “You trust me enough to do that again?” He sounded closer than you anticipated, but you didn’t shift around to face him.

“I understand you more than I did last time. I understand why you may need boundaries when it comes to intimacy, in particular. I do trust you, though. I don’t think it would end like the first time, but perhaps my feelings are premature.” You stared down at your feet, your damp hair fanning either side of your face and acting as a needed barrier between you and Levi in that moment.

“I don’t deserve you, Dylan.” Levi’s voice was low. Lower than usual. It sounded as if he stepped closer to you, yet you still didn’t face him. You couldn’t.

“You don’t get to tell me what I do and don’t deserve, Levi.” Your own voice was low enough to match his. “I told you that I’m yours.” You finally turned to look at him as you said the last word. You nearly stumbled backward when you realized he had been standing right behind you.

Your eyes searched his face. His eyes searched your face.

You were both looking for something. Something unspoken. Something real.

“Mon cœur t'appartient, Dylan.” Levi gently, tenderly cupped your face as he gazed into your eyes. His pupils were blown wide, the grey of his eyes all but absent.

“My heart is also yours, Levi.” You echoed his sentiment, cupping his wrists and holding him firmly in place.

Levi inhaled a shaky breath of air, his eyes flickering to your lips briefly. “Can I please kiss you, Dylan?” The way he asked… The tone of his voice… It nearly brought you to your knees.

“Please, Levi.” You didn’t care how desperate you probably sounded. You wanted him to kiss you. You needed him to kiss you. You needed him.

Without allowing another second to pass, Levi closed the last of the distance between you and pressed his lips to yours. A small squeak left your mouth upon impact, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to be embarrassed.

You angled your head to deepen the kiss at once, your hands finding purchase in the longer strands of his hair and sealing his face to yours. You ignored his glasses pressing uncomfortably against you while your tongue caressed his lower lip.

Levi groaned, his hands moving to grab onto your hips rather tightly while he opened his mouth and allowed your tongue to begin a dance with his.

He tasted familiar. Warm. Minty. Safe.

Your breathing became steadily more ragged, and you were vaguely aware when the towel around you began to unfurl. Finding the last of your courage, you allowed it to fall away from you completely.

The kiss changed then as Levi realized just how prepared you were to accept him like this.

Your mouths moved wildly against each other, your hands gripping his hair and his hands pressing against your hips in such a way that you were sure there would be bruises left behind in the morning.

Levi pulled back just enough that he could look at you. His own breathing was erratic, his pale cheeks flushed in the low glow of the lamp on his nightstand. “Can I touch you, darling?” His voice was as unsteady as his breathing, and you shuddered.

Darling. There it was again. That name. That nickname. It was something you never anticipated on hearing from someone like Levi, of all people.

You loved it.

You loved him.

“Yes, Levi. You can touch me wherever you’d like.” You kissed him then, not able to help yourself any longer.

You felt Levi’s hands close over your backside and a moan bubbled from the pit of your stomach and up into his mouth.

Seemingly fueled by your reaction, Levi closed his hands along the backs of your thighs, leaning down and picking you up. Your lips stayed locked to his while he carried you the few feet to his bed. He carefully laid you on your back and you used the opportunity to openly memorize the plains and ridges of his shoulders and chest.

You took in the thin line of black hair that disappeared into the depths of his pants and your thighs closed on instinct, aching to quell the fire that burned between your legs the longer you stared at Levi.

He seemed just as impacted by you, if the large tent at the front of his pants was anything to go by.

“Come here.” You leaned up on your elbows and stared at Levi expectantly.

He crawled on top of you slowly, his hands trailing across your calves, your thighs, your stomach, your arms… You arched your body into his touch as soon as you felt his fingertips graze your nipples next. They were already pebbled from the draftiness of the room, and his touch only made them stand more prominently.

You closed your eyes and gasped, every sense in your body zeroed in on Levi and the pleasure he was bringing you. You cried out when his warm mouth, his perfect lips, engulfed one of your nipples. His tongue found purchase licking its way around your nipple and then over top it. Levi repeated this several times on each of your nipples, and your hips were canting into nothing the longer he pleasured your chest.

“Levi… Levi, I need more.” You hardly recognized your own voice, one hand weaved into Levi’s hair, the other holding onto the bedsheets beneath you.

“What do you want me to do?” Levi’s breath tickled the nipple he was currently hovering over.

“Christ, I need you i-inside me.” You were vaguely embarrassed by your request, until you felt a hand moving along your stomach and traveling down.

Down. Down his hand ventured.

He stared right at you while two of his fingers worked your slit open gently. “Look at me. I want you to look at me while I’m inside you, Dylan.” He leaned forward and kissed your lips before withdrawing again and moving to rest on his side next to you.

You turned your head and looked into his eyes while his fingers circled your entrance agonizingly slowly. “I’m going to put my fingers inside of you now.” He placed a kiss against your temple at the same moment he pushed two fingers into you at once.

You gasped, your back arching against the sudden intrusion. It was so much. Almost too much, at first. You struggled to keep your eyes open, your breathing shallow puffs of air while Levi scissored his fingers inside of you.

“Tell me when to start fucking you.” Levi’s voice was directly in your ear, his lips capturing your lobe between his teeth.

“Now, Levi. Now.” Your voice was a moan, your hips desperately trying to create the motion of him fucking you.

But then he was fucking you. His fingers began to pump in and out of you slowly, relentlessly. Somehow, he knew exactly how to angle himself in such a fashion that he was repeatedly hitting the best part of you over and over again.

“Look at me.” Levi kissed the plains of your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.

Your vision was bleary, your chest heaving, your toes curling against the bed beneath you. Still, you forced yourself to look at him. To meet his eye.

And oh, the way he was looking at you… It was overwhelming. All consuming.

So much… Was that love in his eyes?

It wasn’t long before that familiar coil was forming in your stomach, beckoning you onward, begging to unwind and release.

“I-I’m... Levi...” Your words were a jumbled pant, completely incapable of forming a complete or coherent thought.

“Let go, darling…” Levi breathed the words right into your ear once more, his breath tickling the side of your neck where he began to leave a trail of soft kisses in his wake.

“F-fuck…” Levi’s fingers curled a delicious amount, his thumb rubbing perfect circles into your clit. You couldn’t hold on, even if you wanted to. Your back arched off the bed, a gasp left your lips, and the band in your stomach all but snapped with one more perfect roll of Levi’s thumb.

Your whole body shook, your arms, your legs, every bit of you turning to a pile of nothing but bliss and pleasure in an instant.

It took you a long time to come down from your high. You couldn’t remember any orgasm from just fingers alone ever being that intense.

When Levi finally withdrew his fingers from your throbbing heat, you let out a strangled noise from the base of your throat. You pulled his head down to yours, kissing him on the mouth without a thought. Your own mouth was opened wide, your tongue moving in tandem with his, your hands holding him to you, no chance that he could part from you.

You moved to look at him, your lips still brushing his slightly. “Lie down.” You spoke against his mouth, a new spark igniting in your stomach.

Levi obliged, his eyes never leaving yours as he complied. You moved to straddle the bottom of his legs, your hands running up the base of his thighs in slow, calculated passes. “I want to make you feel good, Levi. Can I do that?” Your fingers stopped on the waistband of his sweatpants, toying with the material.

Levi appraised you for a minute, before he swallowed loud enough for you to hear. “Y-yeah. That’s… Okay.” He breathed the last word and then shifted so you could pull down his pants and boxers as one.

You nearly moaned at the sight of him springing free. He was hard, so hard, it honestly looked painful. With a small amount of hesitation, you lowered your body until your mouth hovered inches away from his pink, leaking tip.

“Is this okay?” You glanced up at his face, surprised to see how fucked out he already was. His ears were as red as his cheeks, his lips parted slightly and his eyes ablaze with a fire that filled you with arousal so strong, you almost sank onto him right then and there.

“Yes… You can… Yes.” Levi’s voice was an octave higher than usual, and he stared intently at you nestled between his legs.

Your eyes still locked on his, you hollowed your cheeks and closed your mouth around him as far down as you could go. He was so long, so thick, that your hand had to compensate for the length you weren’t able to coat along your throat.

You picked up a steady pace, your fingers meeting your lips with every stroke you gave him with both your mouth and hand. You swirled your tongue around the head of him before moving to the side and tracing a prominent vein that ran the expanse of him.

Levi was a panting, groaning mess beneath you. Each noise he made only served as kindling to the fire between your legs and you squeezed your thighs shut in a futile attempt to stop even a bit of the fluid that dripped down your legs.

A shaky hand found its way into your hair, resting gently, not really pulling or tugging. You quickened your pace in response, shifting to be able to take in just a bit more of him.

And Levi moaned. He moaned and his hips canted forward toward your mouth, causing you to gag a fair amount and gasp as you pulled off him with an obscene “pop”.

“Sorry.” You apologized breathlessly, wiping your mouth with the back of your palm.

“D-don’t apologize. I’m the sorry one. But… I would much rather finish inside of you, if you’re up for that.” Levi’s eyes searched your face, one hand closed over yours.

You smiled at him and nodded. “I’m up for it. I’m… Well, I’m also on birth control now… If you want to… If you don’t want to use a condom, I mean.” You couldn’t quite meet his eye, your cheeks flushing warm.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, that’s… If you’re okay with it.” Levi stumbled over his words, shifting on his elbows to guide you on your back.

You placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back. “I want… Can I ride you this time?” You were surprised by your own boldness, but hell, you wanted it. You wanted it badly.

Levi let out a surprising whimper, but he nodded his head. “No one has ever done that to me, truthfully.” He whispered the words, his face flushing a delicious pink once more. “I’ve never… Never let anyone ride me.”

You couldn’t help the grin you gave him, moving to straddle his hips. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing, then.” With that, you took hold of him in your hand, smearing a bit more precum along the base of him from his soaking tip. You hovered over his body, your free hand resting near his head. You brushed your opening over top of him a few times, and Levi hissed, his own hands moving to grip either side of your hips tightly.

“Fuck, don’t… Don’t tease me, Dylan.” Levi’s eyes pinched closed, his brow furrowed and his mouth open as he panted.

You finally took hold of him more firmly and then you guided his length right to your entrance, easily sinking down onto him in one fluid motion. You groaned in tandem, your hands resting over his chest while you adjusted to the welcome stretch.

It was perfect. The delicious fire being stoked by all of him. The pulsing feeling of his length inside of you. His head as he tossed it back against the pillows. He looked positively ethereal, and you couldn’t believe you got to see Levi like this.

“I’m going to move now.” You forced the words out between pants and gasps of your own, lifting your hips up and then bringing them back down again.

You found a steady rhythm, rolling your body against Levi’s, his hands moving to rest over your ass to guide you further against him. It was blissful. So fucking good, all of it.

“Harder. Ride me harder.” Levi gasped out, his hands squeezing your ass with so much strength, you were certain he would leave marks likely in the shape of his handprints.

You listened to his request, slapping down on him over, and over, steady in your pace, unforgiving in your rhythm.

You were a moaning, mumbling mess above him, one hand toying with your own nipple, the other clawing at Levi's chest.

“Fuck, Levi… I can’t. You feel… So perfect. So right.” You nearly sobbed, the feeling of him bucking to meet your every thrust, his fingers as they took over for you on your nipples. It was so much. Too much. Perfection, in every sense of the word.

You shifted your angle slightly, squeezing your walls around him with each thrust now. And then he was a moaning disaster below you. His normally neat hair was a pile around the pillows, his glasses almost fogging while he grunted and groaned and whined.

“Dylan, fuck… Don’t do that. Don’t squeeze- mphhh – me. Fuck.” Levi sat up suddenly, his arms encasing your waist, your legs going around his midsection naturally.

You were so close to him. So close, you shared the same air. So close, you could see every freckle on his skin. Every line around his lips and eyes.

Your fingers tousled in his hair as you rocked against him. This new angle was different. Deeper. The tip of him caressed your cervix with every precise flex of his hips.

Your stomach began to tighten, your toes curling into the sheets behind Levi. “I’m… I’m close, Levi. I’m… Shit, so close.” You pressed your forehead to his, gripping his hair for all that you were worth.

“Finish with me. Let me feel you.” Levi breathed against your lips; his hands splayed across your lower back possessively.

You moaned, loud and filthy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Look at me, chéri. Look at me as I fuck you.” Levi’s words landed right at your core, and you gasped.

All at once, you needed more. More closeness. More intimacy. More from Levi.

You had already kissed him tonight, sure. But this… Asking him to kiss you as you orgasmed? It was more personal. Far more personal than any other kiss you had shared.

He had already rejected you once during the heat of your passion, and you tried to ignore that memory. Instead, you found Levi’s eyes and stared into them.

“Kiss me, Levi. Please, kiss me.” Your words were an honest plea, filled with every unfiltered, unrestrained emotion you felt.

“Mes lèvres sont à toi.” Levi responded so quietly, so delicately, so reverently, you whimpered.

“My lips are yours, too. Only yours. Only yours, Levi.” With that, you simultaneously closed the distance between you, sealing your lips together. Your hearts together. Your bodies together, in every sense of the word. In every way you could be together.

With a few more deep thrusts, you could feel Levi growing impossibly harder inside you and you moaned into his mouth. Neither one of you pulled away, neither one of you broke the kiss, and as your orgasms wracked through you both, as you felt the warm strings of his release cover your insides, you held him to you in a desperate embrace.

Kissing him. Feeling him. Cradling him to you. Keeping him safe. Safe and loved.

And oh, how you wanted to say that to him. How you wanted to tell him just how deeply, how impossibly you felt for him.

But somewhere in the recesses of your fucked out, bliss filled mind, you knew that would be too much tonight. You knew several barriers had already been broken, several walls had been shattered. You knew you had gotten through countless tactical defenses that resided in Levi’s mind, and you couldn’t push it. Couldn’t push him to be more vulnerable or-

“I… You mean everything to me, Dylan.” It was Levi who spoke first. Levi who broke the sounds of you panting together, coming down from your highs.

You smiled at him, completely exhausted and spent, but happy. “You mean everything to me too, Levi.” You kissed his forehead once before withdrawing from his lap, already missing the feeling of him inside you.

Levi rolled over and stumbled to his bathroom, coming back with a few towels to help clean the pair of you up.

Together, you worked in silence to right his bed and fluff his mangled pillows. You pulled your pajamas, or really Levi’s pajamas, over your body.

And then you sat down on Levi's bed, and he sat next to you. You hesitated for a second, but then you reached for his hand and took hold of his fingers.

“Are you okay? Was that… Okay?” As tired as you were, it was important for you to check in with Levi. The last thing you wanted, was for him to withdraw from you because you were intimate again.

Levi looked at you and your breath caught in your throat when you realized he was smiling at you. Full on, openly, smiling at you.

It melted your heart. Your mind was but a puddle of feelings so intense, you truthfully felt like crying.

“That was perfect, Dylan. You are… Perfect.” He still sounded a bit awkward with his words, his confession, but it meant everything to you.

Together, you fixed yourselves beneath his duvet and settled so you were snuggled close together, your arms draped around each other.

Your fingers absently traced over the lines of his cardinal tattoo, your eyes scanning his profile as he stared at the ceiling.

“I think I’d like to get a tattoo.” You whispered into the quiet of the bedroom.

Levi shifted to look at you and you smiled at him softly. “Maybe a robin. A small one. Somewhere only I’ll see it and… And you.” Despite all you had done with Levi tonight, your face still flushed warm at the implication of your words.

“A robin symbolizes change and growth.” Levi said the words matter of fact, and you nodded in agreement, glad he already knew why you would want that specific tattoo.

“It does.” You leaned over him to place a kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight, Levi. Thank you for letting me know you like... Like this.” You pressed your face to the crook of his neck, breathing deeply, allowing the scent of him to lull you further into relaxation.

It was easy for you to fall into the waiting blanket of sleep. Just before you were lost to the night around you, you felt Levi’s lips on your hair.

“I love you, Dylan.”

The words were spoken quietly, softly, and you weren’t certain you had heard them correctly at all through your sleep filled mind. Surely, it was a dream.

A nice dream.

The best dream.

You held onto the dream and allowed it to pull you fully under, your arms securely around the man that was never meant to be the keeper of your heart.

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brainrot because ohmygod this has been on my mind all day but like...

— spending christmas eve with CHILDE and his family over at schneznaya. you're with him and his siblings in the living room, teucer and tonia's heads on your lap while your head rests on childe's shoulder. you're watching christmas movies trying to make it to midnight for christmas, but the children are already fast asleep on you and you can barely keep your eyes open.

childe tries not to move too quickly as he drapes a couch blanket over his sibling and wraps another blanket around both you and him. he leaves the movie playing, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and taking some time to admire your peaceful, resting features.

he doesn't bother to wake any of you up once the clock strikes 12 midnight. he brings a hand up to pet your head instead, kissing the crown of your hair before uttering, "merry christmas, baby.". resting his head on your own, he lets out a yawn and finally closes his own eyes.

"i love you."