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arachine · 1 year
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♡ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و 。・* . . . their firsts .ᐟ
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ᥫ᭡ featuring :: neteyam, lo’ak and kiri sully
ᥫ᭡ includes :: their first kisses & times !!
ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature
ᥫ᭡ general tags :: sexual content (nothing explicit), fluff
ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters are aged up, dry humor
ᥫ᭡ note :: depending on the attention this receives, i may or may not make a part two with spider, tsireya, and a’onung >_<
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♯ first…kiss with neteyam .ᐟ
+ neteyam’s got that older brother charm. a real gentleman, through and through—which isn’t the least bit surprising because he’s neytiri’s son, after all. and given this, he just…naturally excels at most things, even kissing. when it happens, it’s kind of almost unreal, sort of like a fairytale. he’s just so…good at it, doesn’t rush you, or force his tongue down your throat, or do anything that would even slightly make you uncomfortable. 
no, he’s slow—methodical. takes his time with you because he wants to taste you, and commit it to memory. i’d like to think he even makes you laugh before he goes in, because he’s just like that, you know? like, yeah, he’s got neytiri’s whole face but he’s still his daddy’s son—he’s got the smugness and attitude to prove it. 
♯ first…time with neteyam .ᐟ
+ god, i don’t even know where to begin. every fiber of my being believes that he’d make it the most comfortable, painless experience ever. usually, most people dread their firsts—simply because their partners didn’t: 1) prep them properly, 2) make sure that they finished, or 3) provide aftercare—but neteyam? yeah, he’s going above and beyond, and checking off every single one! you being in pain and miserable was simply never an option.
as previously mentioned, i’d like to think he’d try and calm your nerves by making you laugh. just a few jokes here and there, just to get your mind off of the initial stretch of his fingers working you. 
— “who’s the prettiest girl on pandora?” he teases, leaving zephyr-light kisses all over your face. you think he’s so corny, but giggle anyway, shoving lightly at his chest. 
“stop it!” but he’s relentless, still peppering your face with kisses, still prodding your slit. you’re so distracted by his attempts to calm your nerves, that you don’t even notice his finger is all the way in. not until he pulls it out and praises you for opening up for him.  
— “see, look at you,” a gentle hand rises to caress your cheek, “so pretty.” 
♯ first…kiss with lo'ak .ᐟ
+ the concept of patience is entirely foreign to him. patience and him are like oil and water. they just don’t mix. he’s a here, now, and fast type of guy, always has been. and when the moment arises between you two, he’s the first to initiate it—however, it’s no fairytale moment. it’s toothy, wet, and inexperienced. 
i’d like to think it’s you who has to take the initiative when it comes to kissing. and through this, he begins to get a sense of the things you like: how slow he should go, how much tongue, where he should hold you, and how he should move his lips. eventually, he gains enough confidence to kiss you the way he’s been wanting to kiss you—which is hard, and rough, and passionate—just a lot less toothy and wet. 
♯ first…time with lo'ak .ᐟ
+  it’s all baby steps and hand holding with him in this department too. this is the one instance in which i don’t think he’d charge into. i think after kissing you for the first time, he’d use some of that knowledge to decipher how he’d go about it. at first, he’s like incredibly scared to touch you, just hovering over you like a sheet of paper, scared that if he uses just the slightest amount of strength, you’ll break or something. 
— “does that hurt?” / “can you feel that?” / “maybe if we try it this way…” / “am i in?” 
the sentiment is cute, thoughtful even. because don’t get me wrong, a man that takes the time to ask you how he should touch you, where he should touch you, and how you’re feeling during sex is amazing. bravo to any guy who does it (it’s the bare minimum), but lo’ak does it to the point where you’re questioning if he’s scared of pussy. overall, i think this is something you’ll have to take the initiative for too.
— “lo’ak if you don’t touch me right now, i swear to god i’m going to kill you and then myself.” 
♯ first…kiss with kiri .ᐟ
+ my sweet girl. my bestest girl. i just know it’d be so fucking cute. like actually, the type of kiss where your leg slowly springs up (i.e. the princess diaries). yeah, it’d be that good. girls just do everything better anyway, and it’s kiri, so the expectations were already high (duh). the thing about kiri is, when she kisses, she really commits to the kiss. she doesn’t do half-assed, because kissing is like dessert. 
it’s supposed to be (especially first kisses) sweet, and airy, and dizzying—and it is! the amalgamation of her tender touches, and the little giggles in between, and the teasing ‘run and follow’ your lips do…are all things that add to the experience. a kiss with kiri will literally have you on speed dial with uhaul, trust and believe!
♯ first…time with kiri .ᐟ
+ like neteyam, she’d be so attentive. just making sure you’re comfortable, reassuring you, whispering words of encouragement, and checking in on you mentally. she knows that sex can be exhausting (both physically and mentally), so i’d like to think she’d spend extra time on foreplay and aftercare than she would during the actual act itself—not that she had to spend much time on you anyway, because getting you to finish wasn’t something she considered to be much of a feat. 
also, kiri is a princess, she’s literally the first born daughter. she may often appear to have a tough exterior, but…it’s just a front. dote on her and shower her with the same affections she showered you with, treat her like a little doll and watch her crumble underneath your fingertips from the smallest of praises. 
— “such a sweet girl, staying open for me.” / “could watch you do that all day.” / “nobody touches me the way you do.” 
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mvybanks · 1 year
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Hii! Can I request something where reader is best friends with JJ (secretly in love) and was supposed to sleep at his house (luke’s already in prison) after a kegger because she doesn’t want to sleep alone at home (or for some other reason you can decide) but JJ forgot and brought a random girl to sleep with instead. Reader is hurt and ignores him, JJ not knowing what he did wrong but when he remembers feels bad and tries to make up maybe leading to a love confession? Hope this makes sense & you can write this!! Really like your writing❤️❤️
too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
a/n: hii, thank you!! i really hope you like this!
warnings: ANGST, mentions of sex
word count: 2.8k
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if there was one thing that living in the outer banks had taught you was that life is never easy. not for people like you, anyway. you get beaten up and forgotten about constantly, but that’s just how it’s always been for pogues.
yet, you’ve never felt unlucky or cursed.
being a pogue might have meant that you couldn’t always afford what you needed, but at least you knew that you would never be alone. your life was full of love, friends and laughter.
and of course, your best friend. the only person in this world that you were sure would do absolutely anything for you. he was your rock and you were his. anyone with eyes could see how in love he was with you, how he looked for you whenever you weren’t around, which was rare, how his whole face lit up when he made you smile. anyone, except you.
jj maybank was never an easy person to understand and most people couldn’t warm up to his reckless behavior and childish comments made at the worst of times. but you did, because he might have been difficult but he was so worth it. you had never met someone with a bigger heart and you actually felt lucky to be a part of his life.
what you hadn’t realized was that you were the most important part of it.
“do you think we’ll ever get out of this island?” he asked one evening as you sat on the beach between his legs, your back against his chest while his arms circled around your torso.
he rested his head on your shoulder and you sighed, “don’t know. where do you wanna go?”
“it depends. where do you wanna go?” icy blue eyes looked at you expectantly.
“why? you following me, maybank?” you joked, but there was no humor in what he was saying.
he gently kissed your exposed shoulder, a simple act that wasn’t new but that always managed to make you shiver.
“just wanna be wherever you are,” he mumbled against your skin.
you nodded twice as you felt your heart trying to jump out of your chest, “good. you won’t get rid of me that easily, you know that?”
he chuckled, “wasn’t planning on it.”
you stayed like that for god knows how long, enjoying the comfortable silence and staring at the stars above you. you took his hands in yours and interlocked your fingers together, at which he answered by kissing your cheek.
“hey,” you asked after a while, “can i sleep at yours tomorrow? my parents are out of town and you know i don’t really like being alone.”
he raised his head from your shoulder, “why are you even asking me that? you know you’re always welcome, love.”
you blushed at the nickname, “wanted to make sure you were okay with it first,” you shrugged.
“ ‘course i am. plus, i’d never leave you alone. i know how scared you get,” he teased.
“shut up, i’m not scared,” you said pushing his head, eliciting a laugh from him.
“sure you aren’t.”
it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to act like that. you’ve always looked like a couple from the outside, which was probably the reason why it was always hard for you to find someone. that, or maybe it was your best friend that scared them off with just one look, but you didn’t know that.
although neither of you had ever had the guts to confess your feelings, jealousy was something that you couldn’t hide and jj very aware of that. he had tried to shake off that feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw a guy talking to you or that weird sensation in his chest when you started dating someone, but it was impossible to not notice them.
sometimes those feelings would cloud his judgement, the heartache was too much and he had to shut off all of his emotions in order to forget about his pain. he loved you, so much that he believed that you were better off with someone else, and so he settled for being just your friend, a part of your world, and as long as you would keep him with you, he was okay with that.
until he wasn’t.
it was pathetic, he knew that. the drink in his hand was probably his fifth or sixth one of the evening as he watched you dancing with another guy at the party you two were attending with your friends. he sat far away and if someone didn’t know him, they would’ve probably thought he was a creep from how much he was staring. but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, his beautiful best friend, the person he cared about the most in the world, swaying her hips to the music while some guy had his hands on her.
would you bring him home? or would you let him bring you to his place? was that why you insisted on going to that party, just so you could hook up with someone?
jealousy had obviously taken the best of him as he had even forgotten that you were supposed to sleep at his place that night, and you’ve always loved those kind of nights with him, where it was just the two of you and no one else. of course you weren’t going to do anything with that guy, you were only trying to have fun, just like he always did at keggers.
he was an hypocrite and he hated himself for it.
“hey, cutie,” a strange woman’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
he turned around and an attractive woman was sitting by his side. she wrapped her hand around his bicep and her intentions were clear, especially when she put her other hand on his knee.
“you look lonely. everything okay?” she asked, although she didn’t really seem that interested in what he was about to say, not that he could see that as drunk as he was.
“love is bullshit, you know?” he said and his angry voice caught her off guard. she took her hands off of him and tried to follow his eyes, always fixed on you.
“ah. i see,” she nodded her head, understanding exactly how he felt, and then grabbed his chin to make him look at her.
“listen,” she continued with a soft tone, “gonna be real honest with you. i came here because you’re hot and i wanted to hook up with you. so can i help you take your mind off whatever is going on with you?”
he sighed and thought about it, his eyes went back on your figure, completely unaware of what was going on while some guy whispered something in your ear, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
“c’mon. we can go to my place,” he said looking at the woman next to him.
you had just pushed away the guy in front of you who was starting to get too close and handsy, when your eyes wandered in search of your best friend. you looked around until you finally saw him, walking towards his bike with a girl under his arm.
everything in you stopped.
had he really forgotten about you? tears pricked at your eyes and you knew you needed some air, so you walked away from all of the drunk people around you and sat on the beach nearby.
you couldn’t believe it. the same guy that would’ve given you the moon, if he could’ve, had forgotten about you, how was that possible? was a hookup more important than you? you felt angry more than you felt sad. angry at him for not even thinking twice, and at yourself for feeling heartbroken.
he wasn’t yours. so why did everything in you ache at the thought of him bringing another woman to his place?
you took your phone from your front pocket and looked at his contact, weighing if calling him would’ve been a good idea. you decided to leave it alone and called another friend who was at the party.
“hey! where are you?” kie shouted through the phone.
“i’m on the beach. can i ask you a favor?”
when she found you, you blamed your red and puffy eyes on the alcohol, but you knew she didn’t buy it and you wordlessly thanked her for not prying. she silently drove you to your empty house and offered to stay with you, but you needed time alone.
once you got inside, you finally let yourself cry. no one was there to judge you or to ask you what happened, and you were actually glad about that.
‘that’s what happens when you fall for your best friend, huh?’ you thought to yourself.
you should’ve seen it coming. of course he was going to hook up with someone. just because you had to be a baby about being home alone didn’t mean he had to deny himself some fun. and you felt stupid, you shouldn’t have cared about this.
so you fell asleep on the couch in the living room, your tear-stained cheeks as a reminder of your heartache.
meanwhile, jj was lying alone in his bed, an arm thrown over his eyes as he couldn’t believe what he had just done. he knew he was a little bit drunk but he didn’t expect to moan out your name while another woman had her lips on his neck. she felt so humiliated that she left his apartment, leaving him in shock of his actions. he barely slept, if he even did that, the only thing he knew was that he got up from the mattress the next morning with you running through his mind. as usual.
he texted you multiple times, but he never received an answer and anxiety of what had might happened to you was eating him alive.
jj: hey did you get home okay?
jj: are you home?
jj: can you just let me know if you’re safe?
but nothing. when you didn’t answer to his calls, he got too much worried and decided to swallow his pride and drive to your house. the storm outside was raging and he wasn’t even sure if his bike would’ve made it so he decided to walk — no, he actually ran to you. the thought of you being hurt gave him all the strength he needed to run to your front door.
he knocked countless of times and then it hit him: you were supposed to sleep at his place. fuck. he shouted your name over and over again, and you heard him every single time, but you weren’t going to forgive him that easily. you might have been a fool for thinking he should’ve cared more about you than some girl but he was the one who treated you as if you were the only person in this world. if that wasn’t how he felt, then why did he act like it?
“OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE!” he kept yelling, his voice muffled by the rain and yet so clear.
after a particular loud thunder, you decided to grant his wish. you might have hated him in that moment but the line between love and hate is incredibly fine.
and there he was, completely soaked, bloodshot eyes looking at you and full of regret. the sight of you wearing his sweatshirt almost gave him a little bit of hope of being forgiven.
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i completely forgot,” he was panting loudly and you wondered if he had walked under the rain just to tell you that.
you shrugged and faked indifference, “i don’t care. why are you here?”
“yes, you do. you care and i’m sorry, i really am. i don’t know what happened, i don’t know how i forgot about this,” but he did. he had acted childishly, he had entirely lost sight of what really mattered.
a stranger having his hands on you? that didn’t matter, that wasn’t even worth mentioning. you mattered.
only you.
“listen, jj” you sighed, “i don’t wanna talk about it. i hope you had a good night. can i go back to my movie now?”
now he noticed what was really going on. he cursed himself for not getting this sooner and he really hoped he was right about this.
“nothing happened.”
“don’t know what you’re talking about. goodbye, jj,” you went to close the door but he stopped you, his hand colliding with the wood.
“nothing happened between me and her. she left before anything could’ve happened. i-“ he ran a hand through his hair and prayed that he wasn’t going to ruin this, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
you swallowed and suddenly your mouth felt very dry, “i told you to go.”
he got closer to your face as his hand was still trying to force your door open, “please. i saw you with another guy and i completely lost it, you have to believe me. i’d never forget about you, pretty girl,”
“don’t you dare call me that right now. i told you to leave! ” your voice was raising while you tried to keep your tears at bay.
“no, i’m not leaving,” and the look in his eyes was full of determination.
“fine, then i’ll call the cops until you do.”
“okay, you do that. but i still won’t leave,” his face was too close to yours and you couldn’t bear it, so you shoved him.
“go. away.” you yelled.
“stop pushing me away!” he raised his voice as well, a little bit farther from you now.
“and you stop acting like you care about me!” that hurt him the most and you regretted it immediately.
“i don’t care about you now?” he chuckled humorlessly and threw his head back, his hands covered his face and then moved away the hairs that had stuck to his forehead due to the rain.
“jj, i-“
“no, no, please! tell me how i don’t care about you. tell me how i feel about you, go ahead. ‘cause if that’s what you think then you really know nothing about me. i bet you think i don’t love you either, do you? that i haven’t been painfully in love with you since the moment i met you, that everything in me doesn’t hurt whenever i see you with someone else, that you’re not on my damn mind every single minute of everyday. you don’t know that i haven’t been able to be with anyone for months now because i can’t stop thinking about you.”
tears were already streaming down your face and you couldn’t believe what he had just told you. you looked at him, panting and hurting, and everything inside of you screamed at you to run to him and hug him but you felt paralyzed.
“you know what? fuck this, forget about what i said.”
he began walking down the driveway of your house, his own tears mixing with the rain, when he felt your hand on his forearm and he stopped his movements.
“i don’t wanna forget,” you said and finally your mouth was on his.
you wrapped your hands around his neck, ran your fingers through his wet and messy hair, and his hands went on the back of your head and on your back, gripping your shirt as if it was his lifeline.
and it was messy and desperate, the both of you completely soaked in the rain but it was perfect, because you were his and he was yours.
you pulled away for a second — “not yet,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again. you giggled in his mouth at his eagerness and you had to put your hands on his chest in order to breathe.
his blue eyes were looking into yours and there was nothing in them but love. you cradled his face in your hands and rubbed his wet cheeks with your thumbs.
“i love you, too, j. i didn’t mean to say that you don’t care about me, i’m sorry. i was just mad and i-“
“it’s okay,” he interrupted you and pecked your lips once, “i know. and i’m really sorry about last night. i was jealous and drunk, i shouldn’t have done that. i know that you’re not mine and that’s not how i should-“
“i’m yours,” you mumbled on his lips, which curled up into a smug smile.
“yeah?” you nodded, “i’m yours, too.”
you gently grabbed his shirt in your hands and began to slowly walk backwards to your front door.
“wanna show it to me?” you smirked at him.
and he didn’t waste another second without showing you how much he loves you.
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babygirl-riley · 3 months
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Hi can i please request something where simon and his wife find out one of their kid's friends has abusive parents so they decide to adopt them😢💔
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You noticed it, the bruise, the way the little girl would ask things. So when you brought it up to Simon, immediate action came through
A/N: OH MY HELL, this hurts a lot. But I am so glad that the child will have a safe and loving home. My heart HURTS!
Hope this is something that was worth waiting for! 😌
Warnings: mentions of abuse, physical abuse, neglect abuse, childhood trauma, child abuse, angst, trauma, PURE FUCKING DEPRESSION, fluff, wife!reader, husband!simon, swearing
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You froze, your blood turning ice cold, your heart breaking. You noticed a small scratch on the child, when you lifted their shirt it was worse. “I got into the snacks. Daddy didn’t like it.” She whispered holding back the tears.
You inhaled deeply feeling the shake of it. You never would believe it. No way someone would hurt a 6 year old child. The puzzle pieces started to form together, the way that she would flinch whenever you would lift a finger. The way she would be shocked about handing her a snack. A small snack anything. It made your heart break even more knowing that there were signs.
“What about your mom? Where is she?” You asked softly putting her shirt down.
She looked away from you. “I don’t know.”
You looked into her beautiful blue eyes. God a child. You nodded and told her that she was spending the night, that you would talk to her dad. Luckily her dad approved acting like nothing was going on. You noted that you would drop her off the next day. You called Simon right after that.
“I’m almost done here sweethear.’ Do you need me to pick anything up for dinner?” He asked sweetly right when he picked up.
It was silent on your end. Making him perk up a bit. Until he heard the sob. A sob that he never heard before, he adjusted himself. “What’s wrong,” He asked softly but with concern. When you kept quietly sobbing he started to pack up. “I’m comin’ home.”
“Okay…I will tell you when you get here.” You choked out in more sobs. Trying to get yourself together, hearing little footsteps pattering outside your bedroom door.
“Mummy,” Your daughter said through the door. “Lilli and I want pizza! Can we get pizza!”
“Of course hun, one second mommy is in the phone. I will let daddy go grab some!” You said back in which you heard little cheers before the footsteps sprinted away. “Grab pizza.”
“‘lright then I will be home soon. I love ya.” He whispered feeling more concerned.
The girls were excited to see Simon coming in with pizza. Your daughter running to him squeezing his leg, giggling when he moved his leg up to walk forward as she clinged harder. You looked over at Lilli who stood in the corner waiting for him. She just watched as he placed the pizza down on the counter then looked up at you.
“Is it okay I can eat?” She mumbled. You nodded and knelt down.
“You can always eat here sweet girl.” You whispered as her face beamed running over to your daughter.
Simon looked over at you as he placed pizzas on plates. You still stood in the hallway, hugging yourself. He looked down at Lilli. “Here Lills use both hands, go sit with Millie. Y/n and I will join soon yeah?”
She cautiously and gently grabbed the plate from him. “Thank you.” She whispered before sprinting to sit next to Millie.
Simon came and kissed you softly. “Let’s go to the room.” He mumbled before you followed him in.
Right when the door shut the sob came out. Simon quickly grabbed you pulling you into a hug. “Love, what’s goin’ on?”
After a few quick breaths you spoke. Explaining everything, from the time he was out on his 3 month assignment and finding the bruises and cuts. Simon listened to every word, asking questions to make sure you knew what you saw. That it wasn’t just a kid being a kid.
Simon’s leg was bouncing hard up and down. You knew of his past, you knew saying these things would bring up memories of his that he tucks so far away from him, was coming to light. Simon stared at the wall for a moment, thinking. He knew the signs well, it was the same signs he gave when his father would beat him and his brother.
He thought about every scenario, the first one was to go to the bastards home and beat him until he saw god himself. Kill him and possibly have the team help cover it up. Make the man get the taste of his own medicine.
Simon thought about how tiny Lilli is, how quiet she would be when he would come around. It wasn’t for a couple months before she warmed up to Simon. Loved playing with him when his daughter would invite for a tea time. Would always sit on the other side of him when watching movies. It was like she was a Riley.
Simon thought of the time when he was her age. The things his father would do to him. “Do you think he ever…”
“Let’s not think that,” He said quickly shaking his head. You nodded and sighed he knew you were worried about him too. The way you waited and watched him. “We have to get her out.” He said darkly, trying to pull himself together. “Now. Not tomorrow now. We get pictures we get everything that we need to take it to the police.”
“How? I just don’t know what to do for tomorrow. These things take time what if…” You started to say before trailing off.
“Laswell,” Simon said standing up quickly. “I’m calling Laswell.”
Two years, it had been two years since that incident happened. It took months before having your daughter have her best friend become her sister. However, papers took longer than expected but court said that both of you can take her in, unless things changed. It made both you and Simon nervous. “We will keep goin’ day by day until we find out yeah?” Simon said comforting you as you shared your thoughts of how long it was taking.
But today was different, giggling and happy screaming echoing through the house. It was Lilli’s birthday, friends of her came and your family. Balloons and decorations plastered the home. Presents lined up neatly on a table as everyone talked to one another. The kids playing with each other.
You watched as Lilli and Millie played together with their cousins. You smiled as you placed some plates down to some guests. You felt a hand gently grab your shoulder. “Do ya have a second.’” Simon asked as you connected eye contact. When you nodded yes, he said he would meet in your shared room. You walked yourself up as you waited. When you heard the door open Lilli and Millie were with Simon.
“Daddy I was havin’ fun.” Millie groaned as she came next to you.
Simon smiled as he looked at both Lilli and Millie. You noticed his eyes were red. You frowned as you thought of the worst. “I wan’ to do this privately. Mum doesn’ even know,” He grabbed an envelope on his dresser looking at you and handing it. “Read it love.”
You curiously grabbed the envelope and grabbed the paper inside. You gasped as you clasp your hand on your mouth looking at Simon whose lips trembled. “What’s wrong?” Lilli’s voice said quietly. “They said no huh.” Looking away and Millie grabbed your leg about to cry.
Your heart broke but soon swelled when Simon knelt down to her. Gently placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, with tears in her eyes. Simon’s heart raced in excitement. Love. Relief. He heard his voice crack as he tried to say something. Then inhaled deeply. “No Lills you are now Lilli Riley. You are our babygirl now. Ya staying here forever.”
Lilli gasped as she looked up at you then at Simon. “Really! Thank youtha kyouthankyou!” She started crying as she wiped her eyes constantly.
Simon chuckled and nodded as he cried with her rubbing her shoulder. Millie yelled in joy and ran to her. “Lilli! Lilli! We can have forever sleepovers!”
Lilli giggled as she hugged Millie jumping up and down with her. You looked down at Lilli’s birth certificate and adoption papers. Stating that indeed Lilli is now yours. You looked at Simon as he wiped his eyes before looking at you smiling. Before he said anything he was tackled by the girls, the three of them laughing as they hugged.
“Mum come on!” Millie yelled as Lilli came to grab your hand to lead you to both Simon and Millie.
You went on the ground as both you and Simon hugged the girls. Your girls.
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nisuna · 2 months
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Need more yuuji smut!!
So hear me out-
bestfriend!yuuji finding your depressed ass in the park while it's raining and you're soaked. So he takes you home and take care of you and puts you to sleep in jis clothes.
Then wakes you up by eating you out and then .. you know.. the rest of the stuff
Holy shit am I in my angst era? 😭 Yuji is 100% my comfort character, so this was very nice to write. He's so boyfriend oml I love him so much<3 I don't even care if this does well or not. I really needed this, tysm for the idea!!<3
⚠️ If you or anyone you know struggles with their mental health or has thoughts like these, please look up your local s*uic*de prevention hotlines. Everybody deserves to get help, and everyone deserves to live. It might not always be as easy as in my little story, but please look after yourselves, I love you all so much and thank you all for all of the love and support🫶🏻 As someone who's been struggling with their mental health ever since their early teens I can say that I definitely can't speak for everyone on this matter, but maybe some will find comfort and familiarity in this
TW: angst, s*icid*l ideation, mentions of declining mental health, hurt and comfort, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, body worship, nipple play, body appreciation, mating press, confession, a lot of crying, this is so dear to my heart, supportive!bff!yuji
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Everything has been fucked lately. Your job sucks, school isn't going great, your social life is almost nonexistent, your family is a mess and you just want some peace and calm. You've been home constantly, but you just can't stand it anymore, which is exactly why you went outside for some fresh air. And as if the universe was giving you the middle finger as well, it started raining. But you just couldn't be bothered anymore. Life sucks and your mental health is declining. So you don't even flinch at the rain hitting your lowered head. You don't care that your clothes are soaked at this point. You just sit there and take it. You've been sitting here for what feels like hours. There has been multiple nosy on lookers that passed by mumbling. Some of them showed concern, but some of them were threw disgusted looks at you and assumed you're some kind of junkie that's loitering around in their peaceful park. You couldn't care less, nobody was actually brave enough to approach you anyway, so you let them talk.
It's getting cold, but you can't bring yourself to move. You're soaked and it's getting dark, but you feel like you have nowhere to go. You're starting to feel numb, your hands and feet are cold and you almost can't feel them anymore. This is actually quite nice, you're neither sad nor mad, you feel empty, but it's not uncomfortable like it usually is. You feel calm, you're not worried. You think that freezing to d*ath might actually be a good way to go. It would be like falling asleep without having to ever wake up again. For the first time in weeks you felt yourself smile. You've made up your mind, nobody will miss you anyway so why bother. But as you were about to lie down, you heard a familiar voice screaming your name.
"What the hell-", you thought to yourself as you sat back up and looked around. You didn't have to wait long before seeing a familiar figure run towards you.
"Y/N!!! Where are-? Oh my god there you are. I looked everywhere for you. What are you doing?", he reached out to grab your shoulders, only for you to flinch away.
"Yuji, what are you doing here?"
"Well, you weren't picking up my calls and I got worried." When you didn't give him an answer, he continued, "Are you alright? Whoa you're soaked and my god you're ice cold c'mon let's get you home. I don't want you to get sick.", he grabbed your hand, trying to get you off that bench. But you didn't budge.
"Y/N? What's wrong c'mon let's go-"
"No, I'm fine, really. Just leave me be."
"What are you even saying? How could I? You are in no condition to be left alone. It's freezing and you're soaked c'mon let's go home-"
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMN IT!", you screamed and felt tears leave your eyes. Shit. When you reached up to wipe away at your eyes, Yuji stopped you and wiped your tears with his sleeve instead.
"Y/N I don't know what's going on, but please let me help.", he knelt down, squeezing your trembling hands and giving you a warm smile.
"Why do you care so much?", that came out way too wobbly for your liking.
"Why do I care? Y/N, you're my best friend of course I care. How could I not? Look at you."
You were at a loss of words, so he continued. "Is it okay if I touch you more?" Nod. As soon as you gave him the okay he pulled you into a tight hug. It took you a bit to relax, but you eventually gave in and let your emotions run wild. You were shaking, crying loudly in his embrace. All the built-up tension of the past weeks came flooding out, but he was there to catch you. He held you close as you let go. He didn't say a word until you calmed down a bit.
He pulled away to take a look at your puffy face. "Let's go over to mine, hm? What do you say?"
"Fuck it.", you thought as you nodded and got up.
"Want me to carry you?"
"No, that's embarassing. I can walk alright.", you huffed.
"Don't worry, it's late. Nobody will see."
"Okay."
After he wrapped you up in his jacket, you got on his back and let him carry you to his apartment. He's so warm and smells really good. You subconsciously nuzzled your face closer to him. Falling asleep like this would be way nicer than alone. You thought of that as you closed your eyes and hugged him tighter.
Luckily, he only lived a couple blocks away from the park. He was gentle when he set you down as soon as you arrived.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it.", there it was again, his sweet smile. "You should go take a bath before you get sick. I'll lend you some of my clothes." Nod.
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You felt like a new human being after the warm bath. His clothes were also warm and smelled like him. It was oddly comforting. Has he always smelled this good? Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.
"Oh wow, you look better already.", he grinned.
"Yeah", you cracked a smile back at him, "I do feel a lot better. Thanks a lot."
"Of course! Now, what do you want to eat, you must be starving? How long were you out there anyway?"
"All day actually...", you confessed.
His shocked expression made you giggle as he pushed you into his kitchen.
After a good meal he said you could go sleep in his bed. He'd sleep on the couch tonight. But you stopped him. "I don't want to be alone. Can you sleep with me tonight."
"Sure, I thought you needed some space and didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Can we cuddle too?"
"We can do whatever you need."
That's how you found yourself back in his arms for the nth time today. The atmosphere was calm, as you were exchanging occasional remarks while watching something. You don't know what overcame you, but you just felt so safe and taken care of that you leaned in for a kiss. However, you quickly pulled away when you felt him stiffen up and not kiss you back.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. God, I'm so stupid. You probably hated that. Shit, please don't hate me-"
"No, please calm down, it's alright. It's not that I don't like this. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"You're in a very fragile state right now. I don't want you to do something you might regret."
"But I'm sure, I really want this-"
"Sleep it over. Just one night and if you still feel like it tomorrow I'm down. I'm here for you. We can cuddle all you want, though. I just don't want to take advantage of you."
You shot him your biggest pity pout and when that didn't work you gave in. "Alright, alright, I guessss.", you huffed and fell into his embrace. Both of you didn't talk much after that, there was a bit of tension, but you didn't act on it. When you finally drifted off to sleep it was enveloped in his warmth and smell.
You haven't slept this well in a long time. And you definitely haven't been woken up this nicely in a long time, either.
After such a good night's sleep you didn't expect to wake up to your best friend between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy.
"Hi, good morning", he rasped, morning voice heavy. "You just looked so cute wiggling around in my arms and when I checked you were already so wet down there. Sorry, I couldn't resist.", he said while softly kissing up your thigh.
"It's alright, let me wake up first, though ah-", you couldn't finish your sentence, because your head snapped back with a moan, as he dove back between your legs.
"Sorry, but I need this just as bad as you do. You taste so good. God, I've been missing out on this this whole time? Just lay back and let me take care of you."
You couldn't say no. Not that you were able to say anything at all with his skillful tongue and fingers working your cunt open. He made you a whimpering and sensitive mess in a matter of a few seconds.
"Shit, how are you so good?", you let out a drawn-out moan, but didn't get an answer from him. His actions spoke instead of him, as he had you cumming on his tongue soon after. Once he licked you clean he slotted his body between your legs and kissed you nice and deep.
"Mmh", you moaned against his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.
"Tastes good, right?", he grinned.
"Shut up", you playfully hit his chest, grinnig right back at him.
"Alright, my turn.", you smiled, trying to get him to lie down only to be pushed back, as he got on top of you again.
"Nope."
"Hey! Not fair, I wanna taste you, too.", you pouted at him.
"Maybe next time. Today's all about you, I don't want you to lift a single finger. As I said, lay back and let me take care of you."
That was an offer you definitely couldn't refuse. So you gave him a nod and waited for his next move. His next move was a very welcome one, as he finally rid him himself of his shirt. You always knew he was well built from years in the gym and other sports. But seeing him like that up close made you gush. His front was mouth watering, and his arms were to die for. He was huge. You would've rubbed your legs together to ease your pain if he wasn't keeping your legs open with his body between them. You didn't even notice you were staring until he spoke up.
"You're practically drooling."
"Fuck, sorry.", you shrieked looking away.
"Don't sweat it. Oogle me all you want, I dig it.", he smiled, pulling your face back in his direction.
"Can I touch you?"
"What kind of question is that? Go for it!"
His skin's so soft, but the ripples of his abs and chest are brick hard. He let you explore his body before grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle kiss.
"My turn.", he whispered against your fingers before pulling your shirt up and exposing your tits. Your nipples were already hard from all of the stimulation earlier.
"Fuck, they're so pretty.", he whispered, grabbing one in each hand and giving them a hard squeeze.
"Shit.", you moaned, back arching off the bed and pussy rubbing against his hard cock. To make matters worse, he leaned down, licking a thick stripe up your neck and pinching your aching nipples between his fingers.
"Off. Now.", he demanded, already helping you pull the shirt over your head. You were finally fully exposed and he ate it right up. He leaned back down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and massaging your other breast. He made sure to pay equal attention to both. It felt really good, but you were getting impatient, already grinding against his hard crotch.
"Yuuji~~", you moaned at a particularly hard suck. "Don't tease. Pleasee, I need you.", you whined.
"Shit, sorry I got distracted. Wait here, I'm gonna go get the condoms."
Before he could leave you, you stopped him.
"No, wait, please don't. I want to feel you.", you said, already digging your nails in his arms at the mere thought of doing it raw.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive.", you smiled reassuringly.
"Fuck, alright. Got it.", he swore and rid himself of his boxers.
Once again you were staring. He was bigger than you thought. You definitely couldn't wait any longer. You needed him inside of you immediately.
He didn't make you wait long before he started to slowly bottom out. Your moans grew embarassingly louder with each inch that filled you up.
"Shit, you're so tight. Please loosen up, you're gonna kill me."
"Sorry, it just feels so good.", you mewled back arching and pressing your soft tits against his hard chest. "Kiss me, please~~" He immediately obliged, crashing his mouth against yours. It was so raw and messy when your tongues kept mashing together, but it just felt so right.
"I'm gonna start moving now. I'm gonna fuck you so good."
You nodded and pleaded. Your wish was his command, so he finally picked up his pace. And god, was he good with his hips. With each thrust and shift of your legs, he kept hitting you deeper and deeper until you practically saw stars. It's so cliché, but you felt like you were in heaven.
Your nails kept grazing his broad back and shoulders, but you didn't want to hurt him, so you held back. As if he had read your mind, he leaned down and whispered against your ear.
"Do it. Mark me up, it doesn't hurt. Please don't hold back."
So you didn't hold back anymore. You let your emotions run wild, exploring his body with your hands. Shyness long forgotten, as you left long red streaks all over his back, occasionally pulling him down for a kiss.
The world stood still. You never noticed before, but he has always been there for you. He was the only person that you ever felt loved by. How had you never noticed. Even if you two never said it out loud before, you loved each other. It had to be love. You felt overwhealmed as his fingers slipped between your bodies and started rubbing thick circles in your sensitive clit. Your breath hitched as the words you kept secret for far too long came tumbling out.
"I love you, Yuji. I love you so much, thank you for always taking care of me. I only have you in my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. Please never leave me, I need you."
If he was taken aback by your words, he didn't show it. He just pressed his lips against yours and kept rubbing and moving his hips until you came undone. And as you were moaning and arching your back, he finally answered.
"I love you, too. So, so much. I always have. I promise I will never leave. No matter what happens, I got you. Forever.", that's when the dams broke down and tears were spilling from your eyes. You just hugged him close and thanked him.
Not long after, he was reaching his limit as well. So he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pounded away until he filled you up to the brim. All the while he was kissing your tears away and saying how good you were for him and how well you did.
When his hips finally came to a halt, he gently put your legs down and kissed you again. He was gentle when he pulled out and you winced as you felt his cum drip out of you and onto his sheets.
Immediately after, he pulled you close, hugging you like he was about to lose you and you were able to calm down a bit. But the bad thoughts came back as you whispered against his skin.
"Today was so stressful and you must've been worried sick. What if I have another breakdown. I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to stress you out. I don't want to break your heart if anything happens to me."
"Y/N, look at me.", he begged, hands on your cheeks.
You finally looked back up at him, tears stinging your eyes.
"You're not a burden.", he whispered, giving your forehead a gentle kiss. "I will protect you forever. For as long as I live, I will always be here to catch you. No matter what happens. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to endure everything silently and on your own. I promise, things will get better. I will be here each step of the way. I love you so much, so please don't leave me."
You wanted to believe him, you wanted to get better. Maybe you finally could with his help. It's a big gamble, but you're gonna bet all of your cards on this relationship. After a long pause, you gave him a silent nod and burried your face in his chest, all while he was gently patting and kissing your head.
Life and everyone else might be shit, but at least you got him now. He was worth living for.
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If you read this far, thank you so much<3 I hope I can make some lighter and happier content soon, but I'm on a roll right now *sigh* Please stay healthy and look after yourselves, mwah
Hope to see you all very soon<3
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cameronspecial · 3 months
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Let Me Get This Straight, Angel
Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Suggestive Ending
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.5K
Summary: Y/N's craving leads Rafe to believe she wants more out of their relationship.
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Y/N gets cravings sometimes, especially when she is on her period. Most of the time, she’ll just ignore it, but sometimes, it gets so bad that she needs to act upon it. And Rafe is more than glad to get her whatever she needs. Candy. Chips. McDonald’s. He loves giving her anything she needs. Y/N rests her head against Rafe’s stomach, chewing at her bottom lip. Rafe’s thumb comes up to the bottom of her mouth and tugs her lip out of her mouth. “Don’t do that, Angel. You are going to hurt yourself. What’s wrong? Are you nervous?” he questions, lacing his fingers through her hair. She shakes her head, “No, I’m craving something.” Rafe immediately takes his phone out and pulls up Uber Eats. “What do you want? Ramen? Sushi? Pasta? Pizza? Cheeseburger? Pancakes? Or I can go down to the bistro you like that doesn’t do delivery and get you the turkey bree sandwich you like so much.” Her head moves from side to side again, taking a second to think about it.
Her eyes light up at the realization of what she wants and she sits up. “I want Three Guys,” she announces. Rafe darts up from his seat, “Excuse me.” Thinking he didn’t hear her correctly, she repeats herself. “I want Three Guys.” When she said she had a craving, Rafe wasn’t expecting her to want to have a fivesome or worse a foursome without him. “Let me get this straight, Angel. You want me to go out and get three other guys to have sex with you?” he says with a dangerous edge in his voice. He’s prepared to hurt whoever she has been fantasizing about. Y/N’s eyebrows come together, “What are you talking about?” 
“You said you wanted three guys. So unless you are suddenly into cannabilism, which I really would prefer over the alternative, I can only assume you are asking for a fivesome.”
“What? No! Rafe, Three Guys is a bubble tea drink at Coco. It’s milk tea with three different toppings,” she explains, taking his phone into her hands to pull up the drink on the app. He takes the phone back into his hand and reads over the drink’s description. His arms pull her into him, “Thank god! I was about to kill whoever you wanted to have sex with.” “Rafe, I am fully satisfied with you. You don’t have to worry about me ever going to anyone else for my needs,” she whispers, straddling his lap. He nods and kisses her, “Good. Now, let me order us our drinks, Angel.” She watches as Rafe places the order and sees that they have about thirty minutes until their order gets here. “Looks like we have a little time before our order is here. And all this talking about guys has gotten me going,” she suggests, connecting his lips with hers and grinding down on him. This is his chance to remind her that he is the only one she needs.
Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @queen-shadow22 @nonbullshit-toleratingkindagirl
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senseichaos · 1 month
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VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL
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I'm crazy, but so are you,
I'm crazy, but you are too
Summary: Alastor surprises you with a Valentine's gift, causing you both to find out things about each other that would bring you closer than ever before
Genre: Romance, Angst
Warnings: Sexual themes, Angst, hurt slight comfort, psychopathic Alastor, implied sadism, self deprecation, talk of murder, let me know if you see any more!
NOT PROOF READ (YET)
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"My fawn, I have a surprise for you!"
You look up from your book, face lighting up as you place the book onto the couch next to you. Currently you were just reading a book in the hotel lobby, mostly alone in the area save for husk cleaning the bar as usual. Niffty is currently fixing some windows that had been broken, Sir Pentious is in his room doing god knows what, Vaggie and Charlie are out getting dinner, and Angel is at work. Which leaves you.
"Hm? Really?!" You ask, not expecting a gesture from Alastor on Valentine's day. Alastor grins, reaching his hand out for you to take which you do politely. In an unexpected movement Alastor pulls you lightly so you come close to him, placing a hand onto the small of your back as he gives you a proud gaze.
"Yes my fawn, it's valentines day is it not? Come,"
Alastor leads you up the stairs, taking you to his room one one of the higher floors of the hotel. This is all a surprise to you, really. You'd never expected Alastor to get you something for Valentine's! Let alone a surprise. You can't hold that excitement inside of you at the fact that Alastor is going to surprise you with something! You practically buzz with excitement when Alastor leads you down the hall, looking up at him as you fiddle with the side of his overcoat.
"What is it, what is it!!" You ask with excitement, bouncing on your feet as Alastor settles in front of the door to his room, not yet opening it. Alastor laughs, adjusting his monocle and shaking his head.
"Patience, dear! Have I taught you nothing?" He utters with a grin, fixing his coat after you had meddled with it.
"I'm allowed to be excited Alastor!" You pout, folding your arms as Alastor rests his hand against the wall. He gives you a humorous gaze, laughing at your words with a grin.
"You are, fawn. But there is a difference between patience and greed~" He purrs, pressing hks microphone to your chin, tilting it up a tad; scowling at this action, you grab the top of his microphone and push it back to his chest. Alastor's lower lids rise.
"I am not greedy! You've never surprised me before..." You frown, looking at the ground beneath you. It wasn't wrong, at least you don't think. Alastor has never really given you a huge surprise like this before.
Alastor takes a step forward, hooking his finger beneath the leather of your collar.
"Now that is a lie. I surprised you just last week with this beautiful collar," Alastor speaks, pulling his finger away from your neck, dragging his claw down the column of your throat as he goes. You can't help but lean into that brief touch, flicking your eyes back into his as he stares at you with an odd adoration.
"I guess that's true.." You mutter, itching the side of your neck as you take your eyes from his own again. You instead look at the wall, focusing on the deteriorating wallpaper. Though you feel Alastor's claw press against your jaw, tilting your face back towards his own
"You guess? But it is true, my dear. I think you forget that I love you just as you love me," He says lowly, leaning in closer to your own smaller, meeker figure. You can't help but shrink backwards, feeling that odd fear buzz through your cold sinner veins.
"Do you really?" You ask, eyes blown as you stare. He chuckles, kissing your forehead and pulling away, leaving your skin burning on the area he kissed. Alastor quickly and deftly places his fingers onto the the doornob, twisting it with a neat skill. The skill of a man with property, you could describe.
"Hm, does this prove my point?" Alastor asks, pushing you into the room by the tip of his microphone staff.
You gasp, looking at the room. His room has a nice, neatly set table in the middle of his forest backdrop, which has cups of coffee and crumpets on it, along with some of your favorite sweet treats that make you drool to even look at. There's even a beautiful bouquet of dried roses set in the middle just near the edge of the table, meaning you can see Alastor completely when you eat.
"Oh my gosh! Alastor, this is.." You clasp your hands over your mouth, tears welling up in your vision as your heart swells from the pure kindness of the action. You watch as Alastor waltzes in front of you, prideful of his actions.
"And you say I don't know you.. I have your favorite music, your favorite food, your favorite drinks anddd" Alastor outstretched his hand, standing in front of the table completely with that grin of his that makes you melt. "Your favorite radio demon~!" He sing songs, causing you to laugh, running up to him and hugging yourself into his arms.
Though often you don't hug Alastor, but it's in these moments where he welcomes it that you value. He always hugs you warmly, as if his whole body is enveloping you in a swaddle. You feel small in his arms, almost like a baby.
You nuzzle yourself into his chest mumbling:
"Oh thank you Alastor this is so.. thoughtful. I didn't think you were capable of such a thing," You giggle, looking up at him with teary eyes as those butterflies swarm inside of you. That way he looks at you is so soft, before he laughs, tangling his fingers into your hair and pulling very lightly.
"Now don't ruin the moment, my fawn. It impolite," Alastor chastises, giving you that sadistic look that makes you fall to your knees and take what's given. Those dark eyes, that tight grip, that sharp smile, those piercing teeth. You bite your lower lip, laughing with a flustered blush as you push his hand away.
"Sorry Al' I just.. this is incredible! I'm so excited! I can hardly hold in my squeals," You squeak, jumping very slightly on your toes. Chuckling, Alastor folds his hands behind his back, though not before resting his staff at the side of the table. "Squeal all you want, my dear! You make a lot of noise anyway," He says with a lascivious smirk, leaning down to your level just to get a good look of your scowl and humor it as he feels necessary.
"Ew Alastor! I don't wanna squeal anymore.. but- EEEEEEE!" You squeal, flapping your arms with joy as Alastor sits himself down at the table. What you don't expect is for Alastors green magic to circle around your waist, effectively picking you up and placing you on your chair. He ignores your frightened squeak and flinch at this, instead leaning forward and resting his chin on his intertwined fingers.
"C'mon my dear, the coffee should be the perfect temperature!" He utters, nodding his head towards the cup of coffee at your side of the table. You nod, taking a small sip of the sweet coffee. Sweet? That's new. Alastor doesn't like sweet things.. which makes it all more surprising that he's given you sweet things.
"Oh actually! It's not huge but i did get you something," You interrupt your thought, remembering the Valentine's gift you had found on the streets of hell weeks ago. Alastor smiles wider, not expecting you to get him something in return. He feels gratitude that you did, though, not often does he get gifts.
"Hm? You did? How sweet of you, my fawn!" Alastor asks brightly, watching as you twist your body to grab something from your back pocket. What he doesn't expect is for you to pull out a light gray feather, a very slight shimmer against its surface. It almost looks like the feather of an angel with it's heavenly sheen.
"I found it on the street a couple weeks ago whilst on my outing, it's an exorcist feather!" You exclaim, passing it towards him with a proud smile. Taking it in his fingers, he examined it with a soft but peaceful smile, taking in every piece of it before smiling brighter.
"Ooh~ now this is a thoughtful gift!" He says, opening his mouth and placing it into his mouth, tasting it. He slowly drags it out, trailing his tongue around its entirety to taste every part of it. You give him a disgusted look, peering at him through your lashes before pulling it from him. Or at least attempting to, he pulls it away before you have a chance to reach it.
"Ew Alastor don't taste it! You don't know where that's been!" You scold, taking another sio of your coffee. Alastor holds it in his hand, tasting a little bit more of it by placing his red tongue against it kn random spots. You give him an exaggerated gag, causing him to finally pull it away with upturned, happy eyes.
"It's tasty, dear! Is that not part of the gift? A beautiful feather of an angel and the tasty remnants of death! I can't think of anything more delicious~" He pauses, lowering his lids seductively. "Besides from my fawn, of course.." He purrs, causing you to flush before swatting his hands.
"Alastor! That's gross...!" You exclaim, taking an aggressive bite from your (extremely delicious) crumpet. You almost forget that you're supposed to be mad before Alastor's condescending laugh rings in your ears, causing you to look back up at him with down turned brows.
"Oh come on dear, I know you just love it when I'm dirty!" Alastor says with a teasing gaze, before leaning forward and attempting to kiss you. You quickly move your head away, causing him to give you a short peck on the corner of your lips. When he pulls away, he seems proud, almost greedy with his affection.
"You just tasted an exorcist feather and you think I want you to kiss me with the same mouth, ew!" Alastor hums at your words, tilting his head.
"I guess you just don't like the flavour the same way as me," He says, taking a sip of his black coffee. Alastor can't stand sweetness, that's for sure. But it does still surprise you that he has a crumpet and a slice of your favorite cake Infront of him.
"Okay fine.." You sigh, leaning forward to invite Alastor into a kiss. He grins, clasping his hand onto your cheek and leaning forward, purring: "Lovely!"
Finally he presses his lips onto yours, quite literally immediately forcing his tongue past your lips. You moan surprised at this, gagging as he presses his tongue to the back of your throat - definitely on purpose - though you don't pull away. Alastor doesn't kiss you often, and that's a fact. So this moment, despite being uncomfortable with his sadistic ways is still powerful and makes your gut rearrange. The way he digs his claws into the back of your neck, twisting your head slightly so he can kiss you deeper, effectively taking away your breath. But you don't care if he suffocates you. You don't care if he kills you. Right now all you want is for him to continue massaging his lips against your own.
Or that was until he finally pulled away, licking a stray piece of saliva from his lip. You finally snap from your daze, flushing deeply and wiping your wet lips.
"Are you done?" You ask, taking a short sip of your coffee in an attempt to calm your fiery veins down. Alastor chuckles, taking a bite from his crumpet and only slightly flinching from the sweet flavour.
"Yes my dear, a kiss cannot last forever." He says, leaning his head against the back of his hand. Nodding, you bite your lower lip, finding something to say to take your mind from that intense kiss.
"So what are you gonna do with the feather?" You ask rather abruptly, chanting the subject with a swift execution of words. Alastor could detect as such, but he choses not to point it out to save your dignity. Instead he nods, twirling the feather between his fingers before speaking.
"Hmm, I will most likely place it at my bedside." He pauses, grinning and looking back up at you. "What do you plan to do with these hours of fun with yours truly? He asks, taking a neat sip from his black coffee. You can't understand how he drinks the stuff, being so strong and bitter. You can only have it sweet.
"I just want to talk with you, Al'. I don't remember the last time we just got to sit and.." Your words slowly jumble off into nothing's, realizing that you're rambling. Though when you look up into Alastor's eyes he doesn't seem annoyed, hell he even looks as though he's hanging off your every word with deep enjoyment. "Talk." You finish, pointed with your words as they drip from your tongue.
"Really, because I recall sitting down and having tea just last week," Alastor recalls, tapping his chin in mock-thought. You shake your head, taking a long sip from your coffee. "No I mean, I don't remember the last time we did something just for us. Just a moment where it's- just unbridled conversation between lovers for hours.." You utter, twiddling your fingers together as a pang of anxiety hits your gut. You swallow it down, not wishing to show your anxiety to your partner.
"Hm, I guess you are correct with one thing. We haven't done anything just for us in a while," Alastor answers, shrugging his shoulders as he looks down at the food in front of him. He seems content, cozy even. You don't often see him at such peace.. and you want him to be at such peace more often- hell you want to be at such peace more often.
"Doesn't it make you sad.. sad that we don't just have time for us?" You ask rather suddenly, looking up at him as he places his feather into his coat pocket. He lowers his lids, tilting his head softly as he speaks with a buttery tone: "Whatever do you mean?" Alastor asks, leaning his cheek on the back of his hand dreamily.
You sigh. "I mean.. doesn't it make you wish we could just be together for hours.. spend a whole day, even! Just us, laying in bed.. dancing to music, having tea.. cooking! Anything.. I just want to feel more connected to you sometimes.." You utter with a soft-spoken tone. Alastor almost seems sympathetic, hell empathetic for a moment. But he isn't, you can tell... But even still he leans forward, that smile across his face as he speaks with such an odd tone.
"Now now, dear. If you wanted a day like this why didn't you just say? Why leave it to the time we are supposed to be laughing and having fun?" Alastor asks, shaking his head softly as he moves his hands as to accentuate his words. You shrink into yourself in realization that all this time you felt a lack of deep connection with him you could have.. told him.
"I-I don't know I guess I just.. I only realize how much I need time like that now, when I have it.." You mumble, rubbing your palm across your eye before picking up the thin fork next to your sweet cake, wishing to take a bite to make you feel less sad. Though Alastor just smiles wider, giving you a soft look with his red intimidating eyes.
"Now why worry about the future when you have what you want right now? I promise you that spending time in the now will make this much more productive and enjoyable," Alastor says with such power, pulling at your strings to make your emotions mold to what he wishes. Though he isn't wrong, even with that later of manipulation with his tone. It is best to let this moment happen without worrying about the future.
"I guess you're right, Alastor." You finally say after a pregnant pause. Alastor chuckles to himself, watching as you take a joyful bite of your cake. After tasting it's sweet flavour you practically buzz with happiness, squeaking to yourself. "Thank you, my fawn."
You finish your happy 'squeeming', laughing softly at Alastor's words. "It wasn't really a compliment, but take it how you will." You say with a shrug, diving into another forkful of the delicious cake.
"You know," Alastor says suddenly, a grin churning on his face. You look up from your cake from big eyes, swallowing your mouthful of cake.
"Hm?"
"I recall this memory from my childhood sometimes when I'm with you, this memory from my childhood that is more pleasant than any other," Alastor begins, looking up at the sky-like roof above in thought and rumination as he speaks. Yet you hang into every word, leaning forward in your chair with such infatuation; You wish you were nestled in your lap to take in every huff of his breath as he tells his story.
"I was sitting beneath this tree reading a book my school had demanded me to read, for a project of some sorts. But the book was actually rather interesting! It spoke of love and loss, and it gave me this odd comfort," Alastor tells, Almost painting a picture with his hands as he describes the story to you. He moves his hands with every word that he annunciates, making everything he says seem even more rich and delightful for your brain as he goes on.
"It was like it was telling me that no matter what I do in my life, one day I will get this feeling again. And now, well now when I'm with you I get that odd feeling of comfort." He finishes, folding his hands in his lap as he watches your dumbfounded expression. He can't help but smirk.
"Alastor.. that's the most you've ever told me about your life on earth." You say with such a grin, kicking your legs in your chair with cheer. Alastor taps his pointer finger against his chin in a thinking moment before shrugging, giving you a sly smile. "Yes, I suppose it is, isn't it?" He asks, those buttery eyes of his low lidded. You bite your lower lip, poking your fork into your cake.
"You aren't lying are you? Please tell me this isn't a joke.." You beg, taking a piece from the cake with your dainty fork. You don't eat it, though, instead holding it at the end of the fork as you speak. "Why would I joke to my love about something like this?" Alastor asks, watching your body as your heart sits tremulous inside of your chest.
You look at the ground "I don't know, this whole thing it just doesn't feel real to me. And this- this childhood memory of yours.. I feel like I'm going to explode with happiness." You finish your sentence with a large almost painful grin, before dropping it down into a rather small smile. Alastor hums, poking his dainty fork into a piece of his own cake.
"Is that not good, my dear?" Alastor asks before taking a bite of the sickeningly sweet cake, he does make a bit of a face and the flavour, but he eats it all the same. You value that in this moment. Not often does he do something that actively makes him uncomfortable for you, so you feel as though he's sacrificing his life right now. You can't help but think of him as sweet for a small moment.
"It is! it's just.. this is the first I've ever heard of your past," You reply, drawing circles on the table with your hand as the other continuing to hold your fork with the piece of cake at the end. Once again you hear Alastor hum in acknowledgement, watching as he gives you a large unreadable grin.
"Would you like to know more about my past, my dear?"
You blink, biting your lower lip as your heart clenches beneath your rib cage.
"Please," You utter with glassy eyes, set on taking in every second of his story. Alastor replies to your enthusiasm with a chuckle, placing his fork down and clasping his hands together as he leans back onto his chair. He begins to speak, a whimsical propriety in his voice.
"Hm, alright then. You do have to understand that my life on earth may not be the most pleasant of lives," Alastor warns, tapping his foot against the grass beneath absentmindedly. You shake your head, dead set on hearing something more about his life as a person."I don't care."
He grins widely, eyes creasing with its largeness."Lovely, now," He begins, talking with such pride you can't help but sink into every word. "I remember this time, I was I think around my early twenties when I killed my first victim-" You interrupt with wide eyes and a tap of your finger against the table.
"Woah woah woah, why are you staring out with this?" You ask. You completely didn't expect Alastor to start out with his murder. You know that he was a cereal killer as a man, that is for sure- but you didn't expect him to tell you about it.
"Listen my dear, it's impolite to interrupt." Alastor chastises, brows high and nonchalant. You bite your lip, shrinking backwards into your seat. "Sorry Allie."
Alastor's smile grows. "Hm. I had killed this victim in the dead of night, it was an act of self defense I do admit. But, that feeling I got was like no other when his lifeless body laid dormant at my feet," Alastor describes, picking up his staff that he laid at the side of the table. Looking at the staff, Alastor drags his hand against its handle, his eyes dark and reminiscent, almost longing.
"I had this system after that. I would kill one person, eat them, and bury their bones in the forest behind my house. I was very good at giving no trace of myself, to the point where my killing became news that I had to cover on my radio show! How comical is that, hm?" Alastor suddenly perks up, laughing to himself as he finishes talking. He takes a sip of his coffee, one hand places against his staff as he watches you laugh awkwardly.
"I mean you are killing people, so not extremely comical." Alastor laughs again at this, swatting his hand in your direction. You finally take a bite of the cake on your fork, eyes pointed at Alastor as you do so in a judging fashion.
"Oh don't worry about that my dear, I promise if you were alive in my time I wouldn't have killed you. You most likely would have become my wife," His voice lowers as he speaks becoming flirtatious with his tone. At his words anxiety pools at your stomach, causing your skin to ripple into goosebumps; And yet you can't help but crave for more.
"In my life on earth I wouldn't have dated a cereal killer.. " You mumble, looking at the grass below as the goosebumps on your skin begin to fade with that fleeting adrenaline filling fear. But when you look back into those eyes of his, it comes back with a harsh waft. Those dark eyes, they send you into a trance.
"Well what are you doing now then?" He asks, leaning forward on the table with a sly gaze.
"..dating a cereal killer..." You utter guiltily. Alastor reaches across the table, planting his and against yours intimately. You feel tiny electric shocks of love go through you there, making you smile at his clawed fingers as they lay against your wrist. "Exactly, my fawn. Don't assume things about yourself, especially when it is just plain wrong. What have I done to hurt you?" You laugh at this, pulling down the collar of your shirt to reveal a healed bite mark across your shoulder.
"Exhibit A." You announce with a grin.
"Well that was during sex, darling. I wouldn't count that. And also you liked it," Alastor responds, taking your hand into his own. You shiver, feeling his claws draw a line from the bottom of your wrist to the middle of your palm. "Mhm.. touche! It still hurt.. and felt good.." Your words slowly jumble off into nothing, realizing that Alastor, in fact, has never really hurt you.
"Well then I didn't hurt you did I? I promise you I would never go out of my way to hurt you in a way you wouldn't enjoy," Alastor assures, tapping his claws against the bottom of your wrist as he grins.
"I love you, Alastor. I also really appreciate this cause I know you don't like sweet food but you're still eating this with me." Alastor chuckles, leaning over the table to ruffle your hair in a condescending way.
"Anything for my little fawn, hm? Anything I can do to make you smile is mine to give." Alastor says, pointed with his words. There is a confidence to his words, as well. Not that there isn't always but specifically when he said smile. He wants you to smile, and yet he loves to make you scream his name and cry out for him.
He wants to break you. And you let him.
"Can I tell you something about my past?" You ask, looking up as him with teary eyes. Alastor nods, taking another bite of his (now finished) crumpet. "Of course, I'm a very good listener." He replies after swallowing, blinking at you with an extraordinarily endearing gaze. You have to stop yourself from getting flustered.
"I know.." You mumble, fiddling with the sleeves of your coat. Watching with dark eyes, Alastor crosses one leg over the other in his chair, ears perking up at the silence. Sighing, you ready yourself to speak, biting your lower lip before just letting the words flow.
"I never liked anyone my whole life on earth, I mean.. I died early, I know that but still I have never felt any attraction to anyone. Anyone ever." The words come out anxious and almost scared, matching the way your hands shake in a tremulous way. And yet Alastor makes you feel better by laughing, humming at words.
"Ever? How odd, me neither!"
Your eyes widen. Never really asking anything about Alastor, you don't know why you are surprised. You often worry that you annoy him if you ask too many questions, so you guess this is your sign to ask him more.
"What, really?" You gasp, clasping your hands together as you lean towards him with attraction. Alastor just hums in affirmation, taking another reluctant bite from his cake. You think to yourself for a moment, before shaking your head and continuing.
"Well.. anyway. The only feeling I ever got towards anything was this idea of.. being with someone like you. And I know that's crazy, that I would feel attraction to the idea of dating a psycho but the label fit. I'd never changed, even into my 20s when I died I never felt attracted to anything but this personification in my head," You start, flushing deeply as you talk. You don't dare look into Alastor's eyes, too scared to see his reaction to your words. Whilst continuing to speak, however, you find that you don't feel any sort of distaste from his frame. "And I have to admit, that you are the embodiment of the personification in my head to a degree I can't even begin to explain."
Silence flourishes the air for a thin moment, making your throat clog up with regret. And yet to your surprise, you feel one of Alastors claws press at your chin, tilting your head to look at him.
"Why do you tell me this now, dear?" Alastor asks, looking into your teary eyes with an unreadably soft gaze. Your gaze shifts away from him and you bite the inside of your cheek, kicking your legs nervously beneath the table."Because I think that I completely understand why," You mutter, tone strangled as his claw begins to press slightly harder into your skin.
"Why is it, my dear?"
You sob, pulling backwards from his hand so you can shrink into yourself.
"Because I'm crazy! I just know it. All of this, this thing we have- it's all part of my delusional self. I can't love anyone unless I have this feeling like I'm in danger. I need to be on edge to be comfortable and feel this feeling I feel right now.." You cry, breathing beginning to become choked and ugly. Staying silent for a second, you take awful whiny breaths in, calming yourself. Not once do you look up at Alastor.
"I hate myself Alastor.." You utter out, another heap of tears dripping down your cheeks. To your surprise, Alastor is next to you in a flash, gripping your cheeks and making you look up at him. His smile is wide and sadistic and yet his eyes are soft and pseudo-empathetic."Now now my dear, do I look like I'm judging you? I'm crazy as well. We are both just psychopaths with a twisted idea of love." He assures, claws digging into you very slightly as he pulls on your cheeks, forcing you to smile.
"How so..?" You sniffle, pulling his hand from your cheeks. Yet instead Alastor just grips the back of your neck, ensuring that your eyes are on him at all times. He needs your full attention. "I like the idea of pulling on someone's strings and controlling them to submit to my every desire. You like the idea of being controlled and that thrill you get from the danger of it all." He says lowly, voice flowing into your ears with such tremor you can't help but stare at him with an adoration.
"Are you saying we're the same? Because I would never kill anyone.." You say softly, blinking at him. Alastor chuckles, shaking his head at your words. He almost tuts them, really, his chuckle being almost mocking in a way that you can't understand. You can never understand him, never completely. And perhaps that's the way he likes it.
"No no no, my dear. I'm saying that you and I fit perfectly into each other's idea of love. We are similar in those parts of ourselves, and that's what makes us fit so well together, hm?"
Your breath catches in your throat. He's right. He's so right. You are both broken souls that bring out the best you can out of eachother. Nothing will ever be normal with him, and nothing will ever be normal with you. And yet.. and yet your heart beats at such a fast pace you fear your adrenaline will spike through your skin.
"I guess this makes sense.." Is all you say, breathless with your words.
Alastor hums, trailing his hand from the back of your neck down your chest, until it reaches your hand. Pulling you by your hand to your feet, he brings you into a warm addicting hug. You moan into his embrace, shivering with goosebumps as his breath tickles against your ear.
"so do you really love me, really really?" You ask, teary eyed and tired.
"I really, really love you my dear. I'd kill every sinner in hell to keep you." There's a sinister tone to his words, and even yet you value them more than you can admit.
"That means a lot to me , Alastor."
"I'm glad, my fawn."
At peace, for now at least.
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Pleasing (grumpy h blurb)
In which Harry's acting kinda grumpy, and y/n helps him... destress. :)
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Harry’s hand slams onto his phone, muting the blaring chimes of his 6 AM alarm. His head hurts and his eyes are heavy, and the thought of having to get out of bed, get dressed, and go to a business meeting when it’s still dark outside makes his feel physically ill. 
He’s tired… beyond tired. Last night had been another one of his annual “In-Chef nights.” He’d been up on his feet, cooking meal after meal from 6 PM all the way until midnight, and had then spent an additional two hours with his staff cleaning up. He’d driven home in the cold rain, and didn’t even have enough energy to change into his pajamas when he got home. He just stripped down to his briefs, and collapsed into his bed.
 Running on barely four hours of sleep, he’s feeling cranky and miserable and irritable. The sound of his alarm has been nagging at him through three snooze cycles, and he knows if he stays in bed any longer, he’s going to be running late. 
He forces himself to blink his eyes open. He feels gross and sluggish, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, and letting out a loud groan. The early morning meeting he has today isn’t even one that he’s excited for… he hates the constructors that are helping him open a new Pleasing location in New York. They’re bad communicators, and always make mistakes in the plans that they’ve made. Harry’s a very particular man, he’s picky about the way his food is cooked, a neat freak in his home, and has an organized schedule that he never strays from. So working with these incompetent people, who somehow always manage to royally fuck something up… god it really gets Harry frustrated. 
He yanks the blanket off of himself and swings his legs over the side of the bed. His feet meet the floor, and it’s ice cold. Great. 
This is just fucking great. 
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“Jesus fucking christ.” 
Harry takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes to calm himself. It doesn’t work. His nostrils are flaring and his eyes have turned a dark, angry shade of green. “I fuckin’ said last week that I wanted gas stoves. So why is there an order for six electric stove tops?”
Ian, the contractor, fumbles in front of Mr. Styles, cheeks turning red. “Uh-um, t-the installation of the electric stoves was cheaper.”
“What did I explicitly ask for,” Harry seethes.
“Err– t-the gas–”
“So what in your right mind made you think that I’d be okay with this?”
“I– well, sir, we just wanted to go with the option that was more affordable–”
“Do you think I give a fuck which one is cheaper?” Harry yells. “For fuck’s sake, I’m running a multi-million business!” He slams the papers he’d been holding onto the desk in front of him and stands up angrily, his chair scratching loudly against the hardwood floors. “Get this fixed, today,” he says before storming out of the conference room and slamming the door behind him. 
He locks himself into his office, and sits in his chair, rubbing his red-veined eyes. He’s too tired to have to deal with all this shit today. How hard is it for people to follow instructions? His life would be so much easier if everyone else didn’t fuck up so much. 
He sits there for a few minutes with his head in his hands, fingers still rubbing at his eyes to try and soothe away the burning feeling he feels every time he opens them. His head is starting to hurt, a pounding migraine so intense that he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, and his stomach hurts. All he had to eat today was a black coffee before he went into that horrific meeting five hours ago. 
Yes, the one hour meeting they had planned had ended up taking five hours instead. He literally had to clear his schedule to fix all the fucking mistakes that they were making. They’d chosen the wrong tiles for the floor, ordered the wrong stove tops for the kitchen, and had designed all of the countertops to be one inch too low… it literally pained him to be working with such incompetent designers. 
And now he was behind on his work. 
He lets out a tired sigh and turns on his desktop, opening his emails. The bright screen makes his eyes sting, and he has to squint to read the tiny word on the screen. He scrambles around in his drawers and finds his reading glasses, but still, the words blur together and make his head hurt. He bares with the pain, and spends an hour or so responding to emails and filling out paperwork, until there’s a knock at his door. 
“What is it?” he calls out a bit snappily, not looking up from his paperwork. 
He hears the door jiggle, trying to open but struggling against the lock. “It’s me, Mr. Styles!” 
Immediately, he puts his pen down and unlocks the door for his sweet y/n to come in. She’s holding a plate of food for him, and looks up at him with her pretty smile, cheeks warm and dimpled with kindness. 
“Hey puppy,” he murmurs, surprised. She hadn’t come in for the majority of this week because she had finals. In fact, she just had her physics final just this morning. 
“Hi!” she says enthusiastically, entering his office. “Teddy told me that you’ve been here since 8, n’that you haven’t eaten anything all day.” She looks up at him with her adorable bambi eyes, “How come you’re allowed to scold me for not eating enough at work when you’re skipping meals too?” 
He smiles lightly, “you’re right puppy, that’s hypocritical of me.” 
“Very hypocritical,” she nods resolutely. “So, I brought you some food! I had Teddy make it, ‘cos I know he’s your favorite.”
His stomach growls at the sight of the fettuccini alfredo in front of him. He’s starving but he’d been way too caught up in his work to think about getting up to get himself any food. “Thank you,” he says, taking the plate from her and picking up her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. 
“It smells yummy, so I want some too,” she says, sitting down on the chair behind his desk. “But we gotta eat it quick, ‘cos I’m supposed to get back out there in five minutes.” 
“Thought you weren’t meant to come in today?” he says, sitting down next to her. 
“I wasn’t scheduled,” she says, shoving a forkful of the pasta into her mouth, “but then Grace texted me asking if I could cover for her. She got the flu.” 
Harry hums, grabbing a tissue from his desk, and wipes off the little bit of white sauce clinging onto y/n’s lips, her mouth full of deliciously creamy and garlicky pasta. “How were your exams?”
She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Don’t talk about it. So hard, but everyone else said it was super hard too, so hopefully there’s a fat curve.” She claps her hands excitedly, “But at least I’m done! No more school for the rest of the month!!!” 
Despite his initial grumpy mood, he can’t help the smile that graces his face. His girlfriend is literally the cutest thing in the world, especially when she gets all giddy and excited like this. She’d been really stressed out and MIA all week because of her exams, so it’s refreshing to see his lively and happy y/n again. 
“So proud of you puppy,” he says, cupping her cheek and giving her a kiss. 
She twirls a forkful of pasta for Harry and feeds it to him. “Are we gonna hang out tonight?” she asks. 
“Of course. Need t’cuddle tonight, you’ve been so busy I feel neglected.” Just sitting with y/n for a few minutes has already calmed Harry down, the stress in his body fizzling away. 
She giggles cutely. “Okay baby. We can spend alllll night together.” 
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The ache in his stomach fades away after finishing the pasta that y/n brought for him, and after popping an advil, he feels his headache start to slowly go away as well. He’d gotten an email that the electric stove tops had been returned and that an order for the gas ones had been put in, so he’s feeling more relaxed about that as well.
He lounges around in his office until y/n is done with her shift, and they sneak out the back exit to head home together. He’s got a one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh, and he’s feeling much better than he was this morning when he’d been all grumpy and stressed out. 
When they get to a stop light, his phone rings. He thinks nothing of it when he picks up, not even looking at the caller id. “Hello?” he answers casually.
“Er– Hi, Mr. Styles.” 
Harry rolls his eyes. It’s Ian on the phone. “What’s going on?” he says tersely.
“Um… so we figured out the stove issue, which is great…” 
The light turns green. “Okay…?” Harry says, slightly annoyed.
“So… well– the stove company said that the shipment is gonna take a few weeks, which is gonna put the construction schedule behind since we can’t install the countertops until we put the stoves in, which means…” Harry sighs in disappointment, already knowing what’s coming. “Well, it means that the restaurant might not be ready for the opening date that we’d set.” 
“Ian,” Harry’s knuckles are turning white around the steering wheel, and he’s using every cell in his body to keep his voice steady so that he doesn’t start yelling in front of y/n. “When I signed that contract with you, didn’t we agree it would be done in three months?”
“I– yes, it’s really unfortunate–” Ian stammers, but Harry cuts him off.
“I don’t want to hear fuckin’ excuses,” Harry bites. “We signed a contract.”
“Sir, I don’t know what to tell you,” Ian says casually.
“How about we start with the fact that this issue could’ve been completely avoided had you simply followed the plan that we had agreed upon?” Harry’s voice is steadily rising, an angry fire to his tone. “Or how much money you’ve already cost me from all the mistakes you’ve made? I signed a contract and I expect the deadline to be met. It’s far too late to push back the opening of the restaurant.” 
“It’s out of my control–” Ian tries to explain, but Harry won’t hear it.
“Jesus christ, do I need to do everything for you?” Harry bursts. “Call the company and tell them the delivery is for Harry Styles! Figure it out with the investors, pay them extra! We will not be pushing the date back, not when we’ve already invested so much into it.” Harry hangs up the phone angrily and throws it into his lap. “Fucking hell,” he breathes angrily. 
Y/n sits next to him quietly, her eyes wide. “Everything okay?” she asks timidly.
“S’fine,” he bristles tersely, pulling into his parking spot. He puts the car in park and gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him with such aggression that y/n winces for the car. 
Scrambling behind him like a little puppy, she follows him into his penthouse. There’s an angry furrow in his brow as they ride up the elevator, and his lips are pressed together in a frustrated line as he types out a message on his phone. He storms into the kitchen without even glancing at y/n, and pours himself a glass of ice cold water to maybe help himself calm down. 
Y/n stands shyly behind the kitchen counter, not saying anything but watching him quietly.
“Just a second, puppy,” he says, his tone impatient and clipped, pushing past her to head into his home office. He dials the number of one of his restaurant’s business partners on the phone, and spends nearly half an hour figuring out what they were going to do. 
“I want a new fuckin’ contractor,” Harry rants.
His partner. Niall, gives out a hearty laugh, “I know mate, but don’t worry. I’ll figure it out for ya. I know the guys over there, I’ll give ‘em a ring and see if they can get your appliances sent over any quicker.”
“Thank you,” he mutters gratefully. Finally, there was someone who knew how to get shit done. He hangs up the phone and runs his fingers through his hair frustratedly. His headache is back and his neck and shoulders hurt from being so tense.
Y/n knocks on his office door, and he sighs heavily. “Not now, puppy, v’got to send some emails.”
She steps in, despite the fact that he’s dismissed her, with sad eyes and a pout on her lips. “If this is how it’s gonna be all night then… I’m just gonna go home.” 
His eyes snap up. “What?” 
“You’re working and being all… grumpy,” she says quietly. “So I’m gonna get an uber.”
“Y/n, don’t be like that.” He looks at her with an exasperated look. “Something important came up, v’got to deal with it.” 
“I’m not trying to be like anything,” she shrugs. “You’re stressed out and you don’t wanna talk, so I feel like I’m just annoying you by being here.”
“Baby…” he sighs, rolling away from his desk and getting up to go stand in front of her. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest in a shy, almost protective manner, and she has her bag hanging off of her shoulder, fully prepared to leave. Standing in front of her, he can see the sadness in her eyes. “Don’t go, m’sorry.” 
“I know you’re upset…” she whispers, looking down at the floor, “but that doesn’t give you the right to be snappy with me. It hurts my feelings.” 
Oh, his precious girl, so sweet and sensitive. His heart breaks a little bit, knowing that he’d made her sad… he’d been so caught up in his own stress that he’d neglected her feelings. He knows that she was probably so excited to come over after having finished all her exams… and he knows that she’s sensitive. She gets teary eyed whenever someone uses a stern voice with her, cries for days if she ever gets yelled at. Of course it would hurt her when he pushes her aside and snaps at her to leave him alone.
He pulls her into his chest, “Sweetheart, you’re right, m’sorry. I shouldn’t be takin’ it out on you, you’ve done nothing but been sweet t’me all day.” She’d brought food for him when he was hungry, was cheerful and lovely on the car ride home, and had tried to talk to him when he was upset… only to get pushed away at the end of the night.
“I wanna stay, but not if you’re gonna be mean,” she says into his chest.
He presses a kiss to her hair, “no, m’done puppy. Not gonna be mean, promise. Please, stay?” 
She looks up at him and smiles softly. “Okay,” she puckers her lips and leans up for a quick kiss. “Thank you.” 
He smooths his hand over her hair, and rests his head atop her cheek, still hugging her close. She’s warm and smells sweet… holding her in his arms is all he wants to do for the rest of his life.
“How about I go take a shower while you send your emails, and then we can go to bed?” she suggests, pulling away.
He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. No more emails tonight, I can send them in the morning.” It’s late at night anyways, it wouldn’t make a difference if he sent them now or tomorrow. 
“M’getting in that shower with you.”
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In the shower, y/n washes away all of Harry’s stress and worries. She lathers up the loofah with the rose scented body wash that she keeps in his shower, and rubbed it all over his chest and back and biceps. She even went so far as to lift his arms above his head and scrub his armpits for him, making Harry cackle at how silly she was.
Then, she took his yummy smelling shampoo and had him bend down so that she could wash his hair for him. She threaded her fingers through his hair and scratched at his scalp deliciously, scrubbing his hair as though he were getting spoiled at the salon. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as the foamy shampoo dripped down his forehead, but she always made sure to rinse the bubbles away before they got into his eyes. 
They got out and dried themselves together, standing in front of Harry’s heater in their towels for a few minutes while y/n brushed her hair. He changed himself into only a pair of boxers, while y/n opted to skip on undergarments (it’s very important to let ur pussy breathe!!!), putting on only a pair of thin sleep shorts and one of Harry’s huge t-shirts. 
“M’gonna give you a massage,” she tells Harry once they’re both changed, shoving him onto the bed. He chuckles to himself at her weak attempt to manhandle him, but complies easily, settling onto his stomach so that she could straddle his back. She squirts some lotion onto her hands and warms it up between her palms, then rubs it smoothly onto Harry’s broad and muscular back.
“Mm, thank you baby,” he groans. “So good t’me.” 
It’s all innocent at first – y/n knows that Harry was stressed out and probably super tense, so she thought giving him a nice massage to work out the knots in his shoulders would be nice. But, of course, with Harry shirtless underneath her, it’s hard for her thoughts to stay completely pure. 
Harry’s so strong and muscled… it’s so hot. He feels firm underneath her hands, her palms smoothing over the ridges and curves of the muscles in his toned back. His shoulders are broad and his biceps look huge, even without being flexed or anything. The skin of his back is warm and smooth… so soft and tan. Her mouth waters as she rubs her hands up and down his back.
Her fingers find his shoulders and she kneads them deeply, which makes Harry let out a loud groan. His shoulders are particularly tense, and her little fingers are rubbing the tight knots in them so nicely. “Harder baby,” he grunts, and she obliges. Her thumbs dig deep into the meat of his shoulders and rub in slow, painful circles.
She uses all her strength to massage him. He’s so built, every inch of his back covered with hard muscles, that it takes a lot of energy to really get in there. She has to put her entire weight into her hands and press deep onto his back. Luckily, the lotion made it easy for her to glide over his skin and knead his sore muscles. The groans that he lets out tell her which spots to focus on. 
His eyes are shut, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. It hurts so good. His cock has started to plump up a bit, twitching every time her delicate fingers knead a particularly painful knot in his back. She keeps rubbing him, digging her fingers into his muscles, and the pressure in his cock grows unbearable. 
He flips himself around, unable to deal with it any longer. Y/n gasps at his sudden movement, then finds herself short of breath when she settles herself back down on his lap and feels how hard he is underneath her. Straddling his hips in nothing but her little, thin pair of sleep shorts, she can feel him… feels the curve of his cock, restrained in his boxers, and feels the ridge of his tip nudging against her clit. She’s sure that he can probably feel her pussy too, feel every fold and the tiny bud of her clit.
He smirks up at her when her little pussy flutters around nothing, twitching so delicately against his clothed cock. Her center feels hot, keeping him warm while she sits prettily atop him. “Keep going baby…” he says, voice low and dangerous. “M’arms hurt so much, can you rub ‘em for me?” 
He pouts up at her, but it’s a mocking pout. He knows exactly what she’s thinking about, and it’s much more filthy than his innocent request for an arm massage. 
Nonetheless, she squirts some more lotion on her hands and brings them down to his strong biceps. He’d been to the gym yesterday for arms, so he wasn’t lying when he said they were sore. But also, that means they’re particularly pumped today, firm and delicious… y/n just wants to bite them. 
His hands rest on her hips while she rubs her palms up and down his arms, his thumbs tracing soft circles onto the skin of thigh where her shorts have ridden up. She looks like she’s intently focused on rubbing his arms, but really, she can’t stop thinking about the way his cock feels underneath her. He subtly grips her hips and presses her down harder onto the hard bulge in his pants, and lets out a strained breath through his nose. Y/n similarly feels her breath catch in her throat, her hands pausing momentarily as she flutters her eyes shut.
“Feels so good baby,” he murmurs when her hands migrate up to massage his chest, rubbing circles over his swallows and tracing over his butterfly delicately. It’s a not-so subtle innuendo to fuel the fire of the sexual tension burning between the two of them right now. 
The hands on her hips start to slide upwards, under her shirt to rest on her warm tummy. He can see the soft peaks of her nipples poking through the shirt she’s wearing. “Baby… show me y’pretty tits, please?” he begs. He slides his hands even higher until his fingers graze the undersides of her breasts. “Had such a long day, I deserve a treat don’ I?”
“Y-yeah,” she agrees softly, taking her shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. She’s left topless, her perky nipple peaking in the cold air of Harry’s bedroom, and her wet pussy pressed firmly to his hard cock.
She continues rubbing his chest with her tits out, and Harry takes it upon himself to do the same to her. He plays with her tits, holds them in his palms and rubs his thumbs over her hard nipples. Still, it’s not enough. 
“Come closer, baby,” he murmurs lowly, guiding her forward. She inches forward slowly, back arching while holding herself up with her arms, until her boobs are hanging in front of Harry’s face. 
He sticks his tongue out and leans up, attaching himself to her nipple and sucking it into his mouth gently. His tongue licks the soft bud gently, and he hums happily. “Mmm, baby, so nice to me,” he mutters, switching to her other nipple, “Lettin’ daddy play with your pretty tits ‘cos I had a long day.” Hand engulfs the breast that he’d just hand in his mouth, palming it gently while his tongue plays with the other. His teeth skim her soft skin gently, and he starts sucking. Each purse of his lip and pass of his tongue sends a shock straight down to y/n’s center, and she’s absolutely, totally drenched. Her heart is beating erratically in her chest, and she can’t help herself before grinding herself down. 
Since she’s lifted herself up to align her tits with Harry’s face, she’s no longer sitting on his bulge, but instead now sitting on the butterfly painted on his abdomen. She presses herself onto his abs, soothing the dull ache that comes each time he hums around her breast.
Her boobs are so plump and plushy, dangling in front of his mouth and covered in his spit. His hands grope her chest sensually, pushing her breasts into his face and letting himself indulge like a teenage boy. He lets them bounce on his face, skimming his lips against them then pulling himself back, teasing himself. He nudges his nose against them, and they jiggle prettily right in front of his face. God, he’s making himself so hard, playing with her tits like this, having them all up in his face. All he can see is her skin, the roundness of her breasts, the soft bud of her nipples. No matter which way he turns his head, he makes contact with her, her nipples skimming his cheeks or his lips dancing against her sideboob. 
“Jus-” she gasps when he takes her boob back between his lips and sucks, tongue curling around her nipple, “Jus’ wanna make you happy daddy.” 
“Doing so good baby, taking caring of me so well,” he murmurs, barely moving his lips from her skin before reattaching to her areola. “You know what would make daddy so happy?” 
“W-what?” she whimpers, pushing her clit down against his hard abs.
“If you got on my cock and got yourself off. Could you do that for me, puppy?” 
She nods eagerly and shuffles herself down, shoving Harry’s briefs down. His cock bounces up and slaps against his stomach, the tip completely slick with his own precum and arousal. She doesn’t even bother warming herself or Harry up – the massage and his little play session had gotten both of them 100% ready.
She doesn’t take her sleep shorts off, genuinely too excited to stuff herself full of his cock. Grabbing him by the shaft, she hovers right over his hips and slowly guides him into her dripping cunt. The slide in is easy, absolutely no resistance from how wet she is, and she’s able to bottom out on the first go. 
Her hands rest on his chest to support herself, and she starts to lift her hips, up and down, skin meeting skin with every drop down. Her nails dig into his flesh, and it hurts just as good as her massage had. She’s riding him like she never has before – usually she’s a bit of a princess, mostly grinding her clit down and rubbing herself on his cock slowly until her thighs start to burn and she whines for Harry to take over. 
Now though, with the way he’d teased her all nice, she’s bouncing on his cock properly, using all her strength to pull herself all the way up, then drop back down. She sets a messy pace for herself, but it doesn’t matter. He’s hitting all the right spots in her, and that’s all she care about. 
Harry lies on his back in bliss, her pussy absolute heaven around his cock. Her messy pace and high bounces have her tits jiggling, and Harry pushes himself up onto his elbows to get a better view. “Fuck, puppy, you’re an angel.” 
He brings a hand down to rub her at her clit, fingers rubbing tight circles as she grinds herself on him. “Gonna cum baby,” he groans, “Are you close?”
She whines out, and nods messily, eyes shut as she keeps herself going. 
Harry throws his head back, and shuts his eyes, rubbing her clit faster and faster until she’s cumming, clenching around his cock and squeezing him so tightly. His vision goes white his ears start to ring, and he’s in absolute heaven.
Y/n collapses onto his chest, and he spurts out long streaks of cum into her warm pussy, balls clenching with every release and his hips twitching upwards, trying to get as deep into her as he possibly can. She lays on top of him heavily, breathing hard with rosy cheeks and a glistening forehead from how hard she’d worked to get them both to their end. 
He pulls her up for a kiss. What had he even been stressed about, again? 
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cuubism · 11 days
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physical therapy, part 6.
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Hob's been wavering on things like timeline with Dream because, well, he doesn't want to push, but he does obviously want more. There's a lot that he wants, and he thinks Dream wants it too. But Hob can be patient. Definitely. For sure. He's the epitome of patience.
In any case, after a few more dates which are oh so very patient, and in which Dream seems to be gradually coming more and more out of his shell, Hob finally takes the plunge and texts him:
If you want, come over to my place this weekend and I'll cook for you, and adds his address.
He paces nervously while waiting for a response. Dream coming over... he doesn't know how that would end. Well, it would hopefully at least end in Dream eating a proper meal, but other than that...
It's really not so long before he gets a response, though it feels like an eternity.
Okay, writes Dream, with a smile. 🙂 Should I bring anything?
Just yourself, writes Hob.
A shame, for I was planning to arrive incorporeally.
Hob smiles to himself at the comment. Dream is so much brighter once he decides he’s allowed to be.
On the agreed-upon date, Hob spends a truly excessive amount of time getting ready. He’s not even cooking anything elaborate, as he felt convinced he’d wind up fucking it up out of nerves if he did. But really, the quality of his food isn’t the wild card. What he’s nervous about is Dream’s response to being in his home. To being alone. Whether he’ll be okay with it. He doesn’t want to make Dream nervous.
But Dream arrives on time, and he’s smiling when Hob opens the door. He’s also carrying a huge canvas.
Oh!” Hob says, distracted from even kissing him hello. “What have you got there?”
“It is for you,” Dream says, and turns the canvas around so Hob can see it.
It’s a large painting of a rather clever-looking cat, bright colors and bold swathes of paint. It reminds Hob of Dream’s finger paintings, actually, but far more precise in technique. It’s lovely. It’s so cute. And much more playful than Dream’s older art, the pieces he had shown Hob from before his injury.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous,”  he says, and Dream smiles shyly. “I take it your grip’s been feeling steadier, then?”
“Somewhat,” Dream says, following Hob deeper into the flat, as Hob takes the painting and sets it on top of a low bookshelf, propped against the wall. Later he’ll have to hang it up properly. “I am. Enjoying painting again. I think.”
It’s so good to hear. Each time Hob sees Dream he seems incrementally better. Less frozen. More outgoing. And it always makes Hob realize that he’s only gotten to see a fraction of the life that truly exists inside of him.
“I’m so glad to hear that, darling,” he says.
It hurts to think of the version of Dream that might have been there before being hurt. But Hob likes the Dream that he gets to know now.
He leads Dream into the kitchen and bids him to sit down at the table while Hob serves their food, which is staying warm on the stove. Normally, when he invites someone over, he’d offer them wine, but he doesn’t want Dream to get the wrong idea. God, he’s probably massively overthinking things. He’s being totally paranoid, he knows it. But it feels so important that it be right. He’d never forgive himself if he made Dream feel unsafe around him, even if it was by accident.
“I am curious what you’ve prepared to attempt to persuade me to change my habits,” Dream says, after taking a sip of the water Hob’s handed him.
“Something with a lot of butter,” Hob says, and Dream laughs softly. Dream needs it, though. He needs something that’ll stick to his bones.
What he has is tarragon chicken—fried in, truly, an excessive amount of butter—served over rice with string beans. If this can’t encourage Dream to eat real meals, nothing can.
And, gratifyingly, he’s right. Dream devours it, and has seconds. As he eats his own serving more sedately Hob wonders when the last time was that somebody actually cooked for him.
They barely even talk, but Hob doesn’t mind. He just wants Dream to eat.
“You can cook,” Dream says, and Hob laughs.
“Was that in question?”
A light blush graces Dream’s cheeks. “When you first mentioned cooking for me, I had the thought that you were a catch. For that reason among others.”
Hob can’t help himself from smiling—and perhaps blushing a bit, too. “I’ll have to keep it up, and maybe you’ll keep me.”
Dream looks down at his food, but murmurs, “I would like to.”
So Hob takes his hand on the table and squeezes it.
Later in the evening, when they’ve been ensconced on the couch for a while watching mindless telly, Dream’s head on his shoulder, Hob says, “You can stay over if you want. No expectations. Just don’t want you walking home in the dark.”
He’ll walk Dream home if that’s what he really wants, but it’s already midnight and it really might be easier to just stay put.
“Am I allowed to stay over in your bed?” Dream asks, and Hob’s pulse jumps.
“That’s what you want?”
Dream nods.
So, heart still beating hard, Hob says, “Alright. Come on, then.”
And Dream takes his hand as Hob draws him up.
He gets Dream situated with some of his pajamas, which are far too large on him, and with a spare toothbrush and so on, and when they’re finally ready he tries not to be too awkward or nervous as he climbs into bed and gestures Dream to follow, saying, “Come on, love.”
He expects Dream might hesitate, but he doesn’t, just crawls into bed after him and presses himself all up against Hob’s body, laying his head on Hob’s chest. And— God. He’s really decided that he trusts Hob. It puts a lump in Hob’s throat.
He feels like a fucking teenager again, stomach all fluttery just at the feeling of Dream lying against him. In past relationships, Hob had mostly jumped in sex-first, questions-later. But maybe there are more benefits to taking things slow than he thought. It makes every tiny thing feel monumental.
“Comfortable?” he asks, and Dream nods, hair brushing Hob’s chin.
“Yes, thank you.”
Hob pulls the blankets up over them, pets his hair. Dream lets out a long, happy sigh, and snuggles closer.
I’m going to keep you, Hob thinks. “Goodnight, Dream,” he says.
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idyllic-affections · 6 months
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i have thoughts
okay so my personal favorite hc about scara/wanderer is that he has doll joints but hoyo is a *redacted* and also he has cracks on his skin after he fights (which he has to fix)
SO
İMAGİNE: blind reader, a little sibling to wanderer (maybe theyve also suffered from dottore who knows) and wanderer is kinda insecure and reader is like stfu idc
(im totally not planning on writing a romantic version on this totally mhm --> is in writers block and has been thinking about this for *months*)
thoughts pretty please
the wounds on your skin.
summary. the wanderer does not get wounded like a human does.
trigger & content warnings. blindness written by a sighted person (i am visually impaired but not blind, so if something is inaccurate, please correct me!), insecure wanderer is implied.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. slight reverse comfort. wanderer & blind!younger sibling!reader. 0.4k words. they/them pronouns used for reader. wanderer has doll joints in this.
author's thoughts. i can be the platonic to your romantic hehe 🫶🫶🫶 i agree though i LOVEEE wanderer with doll joints. and i also love wanderer who does not get wounded like a normal human.
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"is something wrong?"
the wanderer peers in his sibling's direction, scoffing, despite his nervous fingers habitually picking at and tracing the wounds on his skin that he had yet to repair. the cracks. his elbow joint clicks slightly as he raises one arm, resting his chin in his palm. he shot them a look he knew they couldn't see.
...though, they could almost certainly feel it, given the sharp intensity of his eyes. if they did, they pretended not to notice.
"i have no idea what you're talking about."
it was their turn to scoff now, turning their body towards him. their eyes didn't quite land on his face, but did land in his general direction. he knew they were scrutinizing him even without their sight. "please. you've been quiet all day since we encountered those fatui agents earlier."
he doesn't say anything.
"...is there something on your mi—"
"i'm sore," he snaps, then winces a bit when the harshness of his own tone reaches his ears. he softens his voice a bit when he goes on. "i'm just sore, [name]. that's all."
unbothered, they pointed out, "you don't get sore."
"yes, i do."
"no, you don't," they insisted, "just— ugh, gods, brother, is it the cracks?"
he, again, fails to respond.
this time, they don't say anything either.
their hands blindly reach out for his, squeezing his fingers in theirs when they do find his hands. a thoughtful hum rumbles in their throat as their thumbs rub comfortingly over his knuckles.
"you're not human, so i won't say those cracks don't make you any less human, because you never were in the first place—"
if he had a heart, he's sure it would have stopped in his chest. had anyone else said something like that to him... maybe they wouldn't be dead where they stood (nahida really wouldn't like that, he thinks), but they would have most certainly left crying.
since it was his sibling, he chose to hear them out.
"—rather... you are no less of a living thing because of it. you have feelings and thoughts and you deserve to be treated as such." they gently turn one of his palms over, releasing the other. with tender fingers, they traced up his forearm, until they finally encountered one of the cracks in his porcelain skin. calloused fingertips carefully traced the area of the wound. "you're not any less alive simply because you get hurt differently than humans do."
the wanderer still does not reply. he feels his throat tighten ever so slightly. they don't say anything else, hoping that their point had been communicated with those words alone.
his skin was cold against theirs, but nonetheless, both the wanderer and his sibling found solace in the contact.
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ju1cyfru1t · 7 months
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Hey, this is my first time requesting something, but I was wondering if you could do the ROTTMNT boys x a reader who’s like terrified of needles? Like the sight of one is fine but once they hear about a finger prick or a shot they freak out and start to cry? It’s kinda weird but I experienced something like this earlier and I just got the idea… Thank You!
Hope you love it! :) <3
rottmnt x reader
S/O with trypanophobia/deathly afraid of needles
hurt/comfort? gn reader, romantic? but could be read as platonic.
mentions needles, wounds, and stitches
PLEASE just ignore if any info in this is wrong I’m not a doctor man
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You had gotten injured on a mission and had a pretty nasty, deep cut on your thigh.
Not to worry, Donnie’s first-aid in on the way. So there you were in his lab as Donnie observed the cut through his goggles.
“Yeah, that’s gonna need stitches…”
Your stomach dropped, your horror evident as you squeezed your boyfriends hand. “Stitches?…with, like, a needle? No way!”
Leo
“What? Are you scared?~” Leo teased (fucking idiot), laughing a little bit.
“No! I am-” Your stomach flipped and your breathing hitched as Donnie pulled out a special needle and thread from his kit, images of it piercing your skin filled your mind. “Oh god…I can’t do it.”
“Relax! You’re in good hands!“ You looked up at Leo horrified at his words, before both turning to look at Donnie. “Hey! I’ll have you know-“
“Shhhhh! Y/N, really, you’ll be fiiine just calm down bro!” Leo patted your back. Obviously, this was not helpful. First of all, being told to calm down NEVER soothes anybody, and second he called you ‘bro.’
“Mm-mm. No! No way! Look, it’s-“ you hissed in pain as you gripped your leg to cover your wound, “…fine.”
“Not really, Y/N…” Donnie sighed, threading the needle.
“Yeah! What if it gets infected and we have to like, amputate your leg?” You knew Leo was trying to help, but he really wasn’t. Why the hell would he say that anyway? (fucking idiot)
“No, please! I can’t!” You squirmed trying to get up, desperate.
Leo lightly grabbed your shoulders, trying to gently lay you down on the table, “Relaaaax. I know you’re scared, but I’ll be right here the whole time, I swear. Besides, I’m sure Donnie is gonna numb it or whatever, right?”
Your breathing was extremely uneasy tears spilling from your eyes. “No! Stop.”
Leo grabbed your hand again, squeezing it. “Come on, Donnie, isn’t there anything else you can do?”
Donatello sighed, rubbing his temple. “ I suppose…we could try to just patch it up with some gauze, but I’m not sure it-“
“Great! Then bust out that gauze.” Leo rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.
He didn’t really show it, but he was extremely worried and did feel a little guilty for not taking you seriously at first. He hated seeing you so distressed because he didn’t really know what to do.
Raph
“Why not?” Raph looked at Donnie and then down at you, he didn’t really understand.
“I just can’t, Raph, please.” You squeezed his hand tightly, your chest was tight and your face went pale at even the thought of having a needle in your arm.
“He has to Y/N, you’re hurt. Tell em’, Donnie.” Raph nudged Donnie and he sighed, a little frustrated.
“Well, Y/N…it could get seriously infected if you
don’t-“ Donnie began to thread the needle.
You began to squirm, trying to get up but Raph gently squeezed your shoulder with his free hand to keep you down, his face wrinkling in concern. “No! I-…I can’t! Stop, please!”
“It’s ok, Y/N. Raph’s right here, no one’s gonna make you.” Raph couldn’t stand to see you so afraid. “Donnie, can’t you just like, put a band-aid on it?”
To which his younger brother raised an eyebrow, a little annoyed, “No, Raphael, I can’t just ‘slap a band-aid on it.’ …but I suppose I could patch it up with some gauze and medical tape.”
“Awesome! See, Y/N, you have nothing to be afraid of.” Raph smiled down at you, trying to be reassuring. He didn’t completely understand, but he did know he wasn’t going to just let you be distraught if there was another solution.
Mikey
“Don’t worry, Donnie’ll take care of you. He’s the best in the business, baby!” Mikey beamed, not realizing what you meant. Donnie smirked at his brothers compliment, nodding a small ‘mhm.’
“No! Really, it’s ok! It’ll, ah! Heal just fine..” You looked down at your leg, the stinging, throbbing pain still surging through it.
“Nuh uh! Come on, Y/N. You’ll be fine!” Michael rubbed your back as Donnie dug through the first-aid kit and pulling out, in your opinion, an un-fairly sized needle and some thread.
You felt undeniably terrified in that moment at the image of being stitched up and having a needle pulled through your skin over and over. The color left your face, your adrenaline rushing. “No! I said no! Mikey, please!”
Mikey frowned, feeling your terror with you. “Uh, Dee…maybe you should just patch them up with some bandage.”
Donnie looked between both of you, before shaking his head, “Alright.”
“Good! No needles. You’re ok, Y/N. I’m right beside you.” Mikey smiled in his usual optimistic way and he put his arm completely around you, but was definitely still saddened. He’d never seen you so frightened before, even when you were attacked to be put in this situation in the first place. He made a mental note of this event for future reference.
Donnie
“Why not?” Donnie furrowed his brows, pushing up his goggles with his free hand, squeezing your hand back in his other one.
“Please. There has to be something else you can do.” You looked at him pleadingly, and he narrowed his eyes, thinking for a second.
“…I don’t know, Y/N. It would be a lot safer to just do stitches. For example, it could get infected, or scar, or-“ He began to thread the needle, tying the end.
“No! Donnie, don’t!” You thrashed around, trying to hastily get up, the pain in your leg worsening at the pressure.
“Y/N, hold still!” Donatello grabbed your arm gently to hold you from standing up. He didn’t comprehend how deep your fear was. “I know it’s scary, just hold on-“
“No! Stop! Get it away from me, I can’t!” You struggled, kicking your feet and tightly gripping his arm. Tears formed in your eyes, your breathing quickening.
Donnie pulled back, dropping the needle back into the kit. He wasn’t expecting that reaction, his eyes softening into concern as he finally realized your genuine terror.
He sighed, a little frustrated but trying to be understanding, “Ok. Alright, how about just some bandage and gauze? Is that ok?”
You nodded, still a little anxious as your hands shook slightly. “Sorry, Donnie…”
“Don’t apologize.” He gently and carefully wrapped the bandage around your leg. He definitely didn’t show it properly, but he did feel bad. He didn’t mean to scare you and if he had known, he wouldn’t have even suggested it. It bothered him to hear how genuinely afraid you were. He would just have to remember for next time, but hopefully there wouldn’t be a next time.
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Hihihi hello! Can I ask for a snippet where Villain and Hero are fighting and Villain gets concerned about Hero getting more sluggish only to find out Superhero has been torturing him? Maybe some extra angst and hurt/comfort please 🙏🙏🙏
It was clear to both of them that there was something unbelievably wrong with the hero.
Although the hero didn’t realise why they were acting this way right away, the villain’s fighting changed. They got more defensive, stepped back and back into the corners of the alley, rather out of carefulness than actual fear. That only upset the hero more and their mindless lashing out got more violent, got more frustrated and tiring.
God, the hero was already crying out of anger. Their mind seemed to be screaming, nails scratching blackboards, people screeching, traffic echoing between their ears. As if their mind was playing tricks on them by being as loud as possible and the hero couldn’t take this anymore — the pain and the humiliation, it all mixed together and turned them into some unpleasant devil that was ready to kill the villain if they had to. Ready to act and defend themselves, ready to fight, ready to—
“I think that’s enough,” the villain said. They managed to catch the hero’s wrist and pin them against the wall closest to them. With their face pressed against the bricks, the hero tried to hide the tears in their eyes. “Deep breaths.”
Involuntarily, the hero obeyed and even though the villain’s hand was on their shoulder and lower back, they could breathe perfectly. They closed their eyes and concentrated but the frustration wouldn’t die that easily. Their mind was still restless, enslaving them.
“Good. Turn around.” The villain didn’t let go of them yet but their hands guided them, strong enough to prevent an escape. The hero couldn’t look them in the eyes. For a long time, they didn’t say anything.
The hero didn’t know what was worse: the pain or the fact that the villain had noticed. But they assumed this was their own fault. They had been mad, had been totally out of control.
“Are you eating enough?” the villain asked. Their stare was hard and despite their words, the hero couldn’t begin to imagine that they actually cared.
“…I guess?”
“Getting enough sleep?” The villain could be rough, they could be raw and sometimes the hero felt like it was more of a game to them. As if all of this was happening for the hero to let out their energy. The villain was fast, they were strong and the hero was sure they could attack them a million times and they wouldn’t even be injured.
“Kind of,” the hero said. The villain looked puzzled, curious even but there was also something in their stare which the hero couldn’t name. It wasn’t the lack of terms, it was the fear of what would be the answer.
The villain looked down at the hero’s body, studying every part of it but they didn’t touch the hero anywhere. In a way that was a relief but the absence of caring fingers left a hungry hole in the hero’s stomach.
“I don’t want to ask,” the villain said gently out of a sudden. “I think I know the answer but I don’t want to ask the question.”
“I am fine,” the hero hissed. “I am perfectly fine.”
“You’re not fine. You were basically tipping over.”
“I was kicking your ass,” the hero said.
“More like trying to gently tap it,” the villain answered. They were quick to catch the hero’s jaw. Their grip was soft and it was that exact touch that the hero craved. “Now, listen. I know of someone, a hero, who got killed because of this. I wasn’t close with them but I am close with you and I am telling you, dear, I will not watch you die.”
The hero took in a deep breath and their mind eased a little. They had someone on their side, thank god. Sometimes they felt like it was them against the whole world, even though they were a hero and even though they had the support they needed. Sometimes, the whole world was on their shoulders and someone had cut their calves open.
“It’s…not that big of a deal.”
“It’s you superior, right?” the villain asked. The grip on the hero softened. “They always go for the stomach. Arms or legs are too risky. After all, their heroes are still supposed to do their job.”
The hero stared at them, strangely impressed by the villain’s observations but pain started to rise in their throat.
“…yes. But I don’t understand?” The hero’s eyes burnt again, burnt harder than hot asphalt in summer. “What did I do wrong, I…I don’t…I can’t understand…”
The villain didn’t answer and they were silent for a while. However, eventually they reached out to wipe the tears away.
“It has nothing to do with you. Power does strange things to people. Power eats people and spits them out. It changes them to reveal what they truly are and it never stops, it never changes. I wish I could tell you that your superior is a good person, that they didn’t mean to do this, deep down.” The villain looked at them pitifully. “But they’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I am sorry.”
The hero’s eyes were glued to the ground beneath them. They took the villain’s hand.
“I’m so stupid,” they whispered.
“No,” the villain answered. “You’re not. Can I take a look at your wounds?”
The hero nodded and the villain’s warm fingers on them were reassuring, speaking to them, almost loving them.
And, hell, the hero hoped the villain wasn’t another wolf.
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spacebarbarianweird · 1 month
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Hello again,As discussed, here is the corrected enquiry:I would like to read a HC where Astarion and Tav go to a masquerade ball or similar festival where he is supposed to dress up, I look forward to the outcome
Sorry it took so long! All your requests are waiting in line!
For celebration I've chosen Lliira's Night which is known for dances and masquerade balls.
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Astarion x You
The Lliira's Night Festival caught you on the outskirts of Neverwinter.
You have always been rather timid and a bit paranoid. Those big city festivals are infamous for debauchery.
Though, deep inside, you've always wanted to go.
At least, now you don't have to be afraid of anything.
Astarion won't let anyone hurt you, he will never let your hand go.
He is reluctant at first but then agrees to go.
Though he refuses to wear any mask or a costume.
He looks like a traveler who has been caught off guard by an unfamiliar celebration.
As for you... You take it as a challenge.
You dye your hair blue and get a golden dress. But as you walk together through the festive city you notice that most of the people have intricate masks.
"Your face is rather bare, don't you think?" Astarion chuckles.
"Yours too".
"Darling, it would be a pity to hide this pretty face from people", he draws an invisible line along his nose. "You want a mask, don't you? Use your words, my sweet."
You nod, knowing that the mask he's about to bring you won't be cheap or legally obtained.
Astarion distracts you making you watch the fireworks and disappear in the crowd.
He returns before you notice his absence - fast as a vampire, with the ability to walk on the ceiling, he has stolen a beautiful star-like mask from a drunken nobleman.
It fits perfectly and smells with expensive perfume.
You drag Astarion into the dancing crowd.
Lliira's Night is about joy and happiness.
Gods know, Astarion has had so little of them.
He talks. All the time. Jokes, banters, flirts with you as if he was still trying to seduce you.
And you realize something is wrong.
He doesn't behave like that when he is fine.
Astarion talks when he dissociates, he buries his fears in words.
"Are you all right?" you ask touching his cold cheek.
He stares at you as if not recognizing you. There is a panic in his crimson eyes.
Disgust on his perfect face.
Horror in his posture.
You grab his hand tighter and leave the crowd.
It's difficult to find a safe place for you two as the whole city is festive and crowded, but you manage to take him to the Inn and hide in the room you share together.
It's still not quiet enough - his sharpened senses are overwhelmed with voices and smells.
Astarion sits on the floor, piercing his scalp with sharp fingers.
You sit beside them, taking your mask off and hoping the sight of your face will calm him down.
"I am sorry," he finally says. "I've ruined it for you. You should go and dance, I will wait for you here."
You caress his cheek, and he snuggles up to you like a scared cat.
"Bad memories?"
"Such night festivals are a perfect hunting spot. Everyone is too drunk to notice they are flirting with a vampire. "
You feel the wave of embarrassment.
How couldn't you realize?
Astarion didn't want to go because he'd been through two hundred Lliira's Festivals, hunting and seducing.
"Why didn't you tell me? You could just tell me you didn't want to go?"
"I thought I could do it. Could forget it."
You spend the rest of the night in silence. His head is resting on your chest, and Astarion is soothed by your heartbeat and breathing.
You don't even notice the noise from the fireworks.
The next night you are ready to leave the city, but Astarion doesn't let you pack your things.
Together you return to the empty square, which looks like a cemetery of lost masks.
Then he takes your hand and invites you for a dance.
You dance in silence to the music in your heads, clumsily and happily.
If anyone sees you right now, they will think you are just a drunk couple, too wasted to go home.
Your legs finally get too sore, and you sit on the ground unable to stand up.
Astarion kneels beside you and kisses you.
He doesn't say anything, but you know he is fully present.
At this very moment.
With you.
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HAS ANYONE SENT THIS ONE YET I'M SORRY IF THEY HAVE BUT - “I love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don’t get to have you, but i do.” wiiiiiiith Frankie please ily
HANNAH YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE 🫠 you agree the first to request and I am happy to deliver but GOD ALMIGHTY IS IT HOT IN MY ROOM OR WHAT?! I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR SUCH A GOOD REQUEST. I hope you like this 🫶🏼
Pairing | Frankie Morales x Female Reader
Word Count | 1K (THESE WERE MEANT TO BE QUICK AND EASY DRABBLES WTF)
Warnings | Soft!Frankie (He needs his own warning), loss of virginity, unprotected PiV sex (Seriously, don't do this kids) and just general fluff.
This is part of my 500 followers celebration. If you want to request a 500 word Drabble, check out this post and head into my ask box. The more the merrier. 
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 You can feel the nerves coursing through your bloodstream as Frankie stands at the edge of the bed and takes his shirt off. You’re trying to catch your breath, and failing miserably, after he’d teased two orgasms from you with his mouth within half an hour. He’d kissed all the way up your naked body, soft and wet open-mouthed kisses until he was pressing his lips to yours and you were tasting yourself on his tongue. All of this was new and whilst you were thoroughly enjoying yourself, you couldn’t settle in yourself that there was still plenty of time for it to all go wrong. 
Frankie had never been planned like this. He’d been your friend, first and foremost, but somewhere along the line things had changed. He’d flirted back with you; he’d started buying you drinks and making excuses to see you on your own without the rest of the guys around. Then, a week ago, he’d kissed you. You’d pulled away almost immediately and for a second, he thought that was it, rejection and the end of your friendship, until you took his hands in yours and told him the real reason. You were scared because no-one had kissed you before. Scared because that meant no-one had touched you either. Scared because surely that made you weird, right? 
Frankie had softened immediately, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug before placing a kiss to the crown of your head. He promised to not pressure you, promised to let you do this on your terms, when you were ready. He wanted so badly to make you feel good, to show you how much you meant to him, but only when you were ready. 
“Are you sure, hermosa?” He whispers to you now as he crawls up your body, just as naked as you are, “You sure you want me?” 
You cradle his face in the palm of your hands and bring his lips to yours in a kiss as your hips widen to accommodate his frame between your legs, “Yes Frankie,” You whisper, almost as quietly as he did, “Please make me feel good again.” 
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He runs his fingers through the seam of your pussy, gathering the slick that he’s drawn from your already onto his fingers before he’s using his fist to spread it over himself, he wants to make this as easy as he can for you. You hold your breath as the tip of his cock nudges your entrance and he’s looking straight through your eyes and into your soul. 
“Relax baby,” He breathes into your ear, “Just breathe for me and it’ll be okay.” 
You let out a deep sigh and watch his face as he slides himself in. He’s got one hand gripping the curve of your waist where it meets your hip whilst he’s leaning on his other hand which is placed next to your head. It’s uncomfortable, but you curse all the romance books you’d read in your life up until now for saying it would hurt, because despite Frankie’s size, there’s nothing painful about this. 
His thrusts are slow and he’s searching your face for any signs of discomfort. When you throw your head back and moans your name, he knows you’re okay, he knows he’s giving you everything you wanted, and he’s spurred on to move faster, just enough that whenever he pushes his cock back into your deliciously tight heat he’s pulling a moan from you, or your fingernails are digging into the skin of his shoulders, and then eventually you’re moving your hips to meet him. God, you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. 
He leans down and presses soft kisses to the corner of your mouth because he doesn’t want to drown out the sounds he’s pulling from you, “Are you okay baby?” He asks, “Is it okay?” 
Your hands are back on his face again and you manage to breath out, “Ohmygod, yes Frankie, it’s so fucking good,” Your turn your head to his and kiss him, “Is it okay for you?” You ask. 
He thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever heard. He’s the first man you’ve ever had sex with, and you’re worried about him enjoying himself? God, where did he find you? 
“I love it baby,” He growls into your ear as his hand moves between you, rubbing at your clit, he’s sure he can get you to come again, “I love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you,” He can tell from the frequency of your moans and the clench of your pussy around him that his fingers are so close to bringing you over the edge again, “They don’t get to have you, but I do.”
All of a sudden, you’re arching up into him, his name is shouted from your lips and your pussy is fluttering so hard around his cock that he has to still himself in you whilst he works you through your third orgasm. 
“Good girl,” He moans into your ear as he starts to move again, “Such a pretty girl when you come for me like that.” 
He could say anything at this point, and it wouldn’t matter because all you can focus on is how it feels like he’s set you alight. There’s pleasure in every inch of your body, your skin is hot, you’re overwhelmed but it just feels so good. It’s takes very few movements for Frankie to bring himself to his own orgasm inside of you. His hips still and you can feel him filling you up. He’d asked if you wanted him to buy condoms before he came over that night, all you had to say was that there was no need, praising the lord for your birth control pill. 
He collapses on the bed next to you, dragging you into his arms as tears prick at your eyes. You bury your head in his chest and try and hide the soft sobs, but he’s always been a clever man. 
“Are you crying?” He’s moving your chin with his hands to look at him, “Did I hurt you?” 
You shake your head, “I’m just happy Frankie, you were perfection.”
He’s wrapping you up in his arms again then, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head, whilst his hands are rubbing soft patterns on your skin, “Sleep hermosa,” He whispers, “Sleep, and then I’ll show you what else you’ve been missing.” 
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moonstone01 · 2 years
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Brat
Stranger Things 
Eddie Munson x Female Reader 
Word Count: 6.2K
Warnings: SMUUUT, LOTS of Dirty Talk, Spanking, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Arguing/ Angst, Crying/ Hints of Dacryphilia. 
A/N: I love this one. The thought of being put in your place by Eddie fucking Munson? Yes please. I didn’t do very much proof reading because I was eager to post after a writer’s block, so that is why I’m posting this at 2:22 AM.
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You and Eddie don’t normally argue, but recently the arguing is nonstop. It all started when he was pissy one day after being frustrated with Lucas not showing up to hellfire. 
“Eddie, can you-” 
“No, y/n I’m busy,” He snarled at you, which was unlike him. You knew that he was stressed out from the lack of a member, but you didn’t really like the way he was being snappy with you that day. 
“You know, it’s not my fault Lucas bailed on you, you don’t have to be such a dick.” You raised your voice a little bit at the rude way he dismissed you. You were only gonna ask him to help you zip up your skirt. You walked into his bedroom from the bathroom, where he was sitting writing out posters for the club. Walking over to him, you spun around and continued to ask your question. “Can you zip me up?” You questioned with raised brows. 
You heard him let out a loud sigh and throw his writing utensil down. He grabbed your zipper and yanked it up. The sound of the zipper forcefully going up was heard, and then accompanied by a yelp. 
“Ow! Eddie!” Whipping around, you furrow your eyebrows at him. He had yanked the zipper without care and it ended up pinching you, the skin feeling red hot with the sting of blood. Finally his attention was brought to you, in some shock at the fact that he hurt you. Eddie was about to mumble an apology, but you were tired of his attitude.
“What the fuck is your problem?! You’re so inconsiderate to the point you just pinched the shit out of me! You could’ve broken my zipper!” You yelled this time, you were overreacting a little bit, but seeing him in such a dismissive mood was very unlike him. At your yelling, his eyebrows furrow, angry now. 
“You know, I didn’t know it was gonna fucking pinch you, but I’m trying to get this done, so can you please stop your bitching and whining and go!” He yelled, making it clear he was getting fed up. A breathy and short laugh escaped your mouth, in disbelief. 
“Bitching and whining? Fuck you, all I needed was some help with this god damn zipper, but you’re so busy with your stupid childish game.” You mock, and you know you’ve struck a nerve when he stands up, completely forgetting about the campaign. The look on his face was angry, brows furrowed and a small pout on his lips, and you started to walk away from him rolling your eyes. 
“Fuck me? No fuck YOU, y/n. I’ve been trying to get this finished for months now, and Lucas bailing just made it ten times harder because now I have to scramble to find a replacement.” He followed you into the kitchen of his trailer that you now basically live in. You have been dating for five months. The arguing had come and gone like this easily recently, so you thought it was just another argument like the rest this past month and you’d both apologize for the reactions. This one however turned into something heated, causing you both to say things you didn’t really mean to each other. 
“I hate you! I just wish you would leave!” You yelled at him on the verge of tears in the middle of your debate as he complained about your bitching and whining. You didn’t really mean it, and you regretted saying it the moment it came out, but you were so tired of hearing all of the things that were wrong with you. The problem was, the both of you hadn’t even said that you loved each other yet, so this hit Eddie hard. The words caused a still between you two. 
Hate. You hated him. It hung in the air silently, the both of you looking away from each other. You had your hands on your hips, looking up at the ceiling, trying to hold back your tears but to no avail as one spilled out. You wanted to say something. Something to retrieve what you had just said because you knew it hurt him, but you couldn’t get it out without sobbing. You truly loved and cared for Eddie, and you knew the sweet and loving person he is did not take well to it. So, you stood in silence as your lip quivered. Until Eddie’s heavy footsteps were heard walking towards his bedroom, slamming the door shut with a bang. 
Finally, you let out your tears, sobbing harder when you heard another loud bang come from his room as he threw something against the wall. You sniffled, trying to calm yourself. It was almost unbearable, because the fact was that you actually loved each other, but you both didn’t want to say it the way it felt so soon. You found yourself sobbing even more at the fact that the argument is over, and there was no redeeming yourself at that moment. You then decided that you needed to leave, to go for a walk or something. You needed to walk it off. And so you did, you grabbed a coat, and made your way out the door, shutting it lightly so as to not alert Eddie that you had gone. 
You were out walking for about an hour, not wanting to go back to face him because you didn’t know if you’d be able to get the right words out and apologize. A part of you was still angry at him though, a part of you not wanting to apologize to him because he had said some hurtful things to you ‘Ditz. Stuck Up. Pain In the Ass. A Bother.’ It all stuck with you, but you had said equally painful things to him. So when you finally decided to return after crying for a while, you entered the trailer once again. It was quiet upon your arrival back into the trailer, but only one thing had changed. Peering around the door, his bedroom door had opened, but it was only opened a crack. 
You crept in slowly, and shut the door as quietly as possible. For a while, you stood at the end of the short hallway, debating going in there. It was awfully quiet, and it was tortuous. You had finally decided to creep your way to the door, trying not to make noise as you approached. Opening the door, your eyes find Eddie in bed, facing the wall on the right side of his bed. Then your eyes find the source of the loud bang that you heard. Eddie had thrown the large boombox off his dresser and into the wall. It was destroyed. 
You decided it was best to lay next to him and not say a word, realizing you didn’t want to pry anymore. Because you obviously had been prying too much that day. As you sat on the bed, he flinched at your presence. Then you heard a sniffle. He was crying. He shifted his body weight more into the right side of the bed, not wanting to interact with you at that moment and also not wanting you to see his emotional state. You hadn’t even laid down yet, and he was already making it known that he did not want you there. Your legs swung up as more tears threatened to spill at the situation, and you hesitated your next actions. You turned to him, wrapping your arm around him and rubbing his arm soothingly. Instead, you decided to try and get what you needed to say out. 
“Eddie…” He stiffened at your words, not wanting more tears to spill. “I didn’t-”
“‘S fine,” he sniffled, cutting you off from talking about it more. He then sat up, trying to hide his face as best as he could, and grabbed a blanket from his closet. You saw it though, and it was not fine. Tears had dried up on his face, and his eyes were puffy and red from crying. It broke your heart. With his blanket in hand, he began to exit the room, avoiding all eye contact with you. “Night,” he mumbled on his way to the couch. You fell asleep crying quietly to yourself. 
That morning, you walked out of his room and saw him huddled up on the couch, lightly snoring. He was cold, the blanket not providing that much warmth. You walked into the kitchen, preparing to make the both of you breakfast. When it was ready, you went over to wake him with a light shake. You smiled sincerely down at him when his eyes rolled out of the sleep he was in, not looking very refreshed. He gave a small smile back, but not his usual genuine ones. You moved out his way to let him stretch, to which he raised his arms over his head. He noticed the breakfast on the counter as you walked over to get it for him.
“I made you breakfast.” Mustering up the most enthusiasm you could. He smiled down at the breakfast you gave him, he knew you felt bad for what you said. 
“Thanks,” he said, barely making eye contact. The rest of the day was spent barely talking to each other, and Eddie getting angrier throughout the day. However, this anger had stemmed from something long past the hellfire club situation. It stemmed from the memories of last night. How you snapped at him, called him names, and most of all the fact that you hated him and wished for him to just leave. He knew it wasn’t really true, but the fact that you were more comfortable and confident saying you hated him over I love you deeply saddened him. 
He started to ignore your comments, questions, and concerns. Every single one, until after two days of this silent treatment, you snapped.
“Eddie!” You yelled, fed up with the fact your boyfriend was completely ignoring you. Immediately, his demeanor changed from a calm, nonchalant one, to an angry one just like that night. 
“What?!” He yelled back, gripping the steering wheel harder on your way back to his trailer from school. He made eye contact with you for the first time in hours. You had yet to even apologize for what you said, but that stubbornness still resided in you after the things he had said to you as well. After a moment of eye contact, you squint your eyes and scoff at his behavior. 
“I’m so tired of this silent treatment.” You tell him, your voice laced with venom. 
“Well, you should have thought about that before you started this.” Snarling back at you and looking back at the road. Another argument ensued, obviously. You entered the trailer still arguing, but his uncle was sat in front of the television, looking at the both of you arguing. Mumbling an apology to his uncle, you headed for the shower. Eddie heading for his room. The both of you didn’t talk to each other much that rest of the week, unless it was to argue. One of you would say something, and the other would scoff and say something snarky. ‘Oh so now you wanna talk to me? What do you want? I don’t care.’ So on and so forth.
Back to the present, it is now Saturday, and the silent treatment has become a game. It was as if you were waiting for the other to speak up to quickly call them out for even speaking. It was becoming unbearable for you. For him too. You were ready to apologize, in fact, you have been ready to apologize. However, Eddie has been making it almost impossible by now. The way he blew you off made you want to defend your case, and you were getting tired of it. He could, however, tell something about you. 
You were becoming increasingly desperate to be touched. If you were being honest, you wished he would fuck your attitude out of you and make you apologize right then and there. The way you would start to unfurrow your eyebrows and look down at his lips when he was yelling. Watch him do simple tasks that you wouldn’t even notice to froth at the mouth over. Squeeze your legs together when he would come out of the shower dripping wet, the only thing on being a towel hanging at his v-line. It was undeniable, and Eddie knew, and he was beginning to catch on these past couple of days. It was like you were starting these arguments on purpose, desperate for him to at least speak to you in some way and for his eyes to be on you. So when you find yourself staring at him practicing for his upcoming concert for corroded coffin, you can’t help but speak up. 
“Eddie,” clearing your throat after you let his name out. He’s noticed the way you’ve been staring in his peripheral, so he stops playing, and looks up at you. Not with anger, but with curiosity written on his face. Your legs hang over the edge of the bed as you rest an arm underneath your head to look at him. 
“W-what are you playing?” you try to make conversation, desperately wanting to talk with him. He shrugs at your question. 
“D’know…what’d you care?” Scoffing, he looks back down at his hands as he continues to play the guitar. You know you shouldn’t, but you want him to pay attention to you so badly, so you pry. 
“God you are such a fucking dick,” you let out a laugh, and looking at him in disbelief. He stops playing again and looks up, eyebrows slightly furrowed, you smirked slightly at getting the attention you wanted. His eyes stare at you, looking you over, plotting his next words carefully. 
“Am I?” he questions, raising an eyebrow and taking his guitar from off of his shoulder. You can tell his demeanor has changed, almost playful, but still a little bit annoyed. 
“Yeah. For the past few days actually you’ve done nothing BUT be a dick.” You slightly raise your voice and sit up on the bed, watching as he turns around towards you after putting his guitar up. He moves slightly over to you, combativeness in his eyes. 
“You haven’t been the best either.” He rolls his eyes. “In fact, you’ve been a bitch all week, y/n.” He raises his voice slightly, the feeling of another argument coming on. You don’t take this one very lightly. 
“Of course! I’m a bitch, huh?! You are so fu-” He comes towards you and grabs your jaw forcefully and cuts you off from your yelling and cursing. 
“I.” He yanks you up from the bed, replacing himself in your spot as he yanks your shorts down, eliciting a gasp from you as you weren’t wearing any panties. 
“Am so.” He seethes, forcing your oversized shirt over your head. His hand grabs your arm and bends you over his lap. Eddie's lips coming down to your ear as he speaks. 
“Tired of this fucking attitude.” He tells you through gritted teeth. Completely naked on top of his lap in an instant, he grabs your throat with his left hand, forcing you to look up at him while his right hand massages your ass. 
“Is this what you want? Hmmm?” The tone of his voice changing to a more teasing one. A heavy smack of his hand coming down on your ass suddenly, you whimper out desperately, the sudden change in mood already has you soaking your thighs. This is exactly what you want. 
“You need to be touched? Getting bitchy ‘cause you haven’t been getting my attention?” Another smack coming down, a little harder this time, causing you to let out a light moan. 
“Fucking spit it out, brat.” He hisses, wanting you to tell him exactly what he’s been wanting to hear. 
“Yes, I need you to touch me,” you mumble out, straining a moan as his hold on your throat is causing the blood to rush to your head. Another smack coming down on your ass, lurching you forward. This time, he doesn’t give you very much time before he lands another one on the sensitive skin.
“That’s what I thought, you fucking brat.” He winds his hand back, landing a devastatingly hard one on your ass once again. You cry out, the pain stinging beautifully because while it hurts, you love it. The way he’s finally giving you the attention you haven’t had in a little over a week. 
“Eddie,” Calling out, tears beginning to prick in your eyes. 
“Don’t cry now, sit here and take it.” He hits the left cheek now. “This is what you wanted, hmm?” The hand coming down and smacking the right one once again as he slightly raises his voice. You lurch forward, but are stopped by his hand on your throat. You nod frantically as a tear slides down your cheek. This isn’t the first time you’ve been spanked, Eddie actually gets rough like this sometimes, but only when he’s pissed. You obviously don’t mind being spanked, especially when you deserve it. Two hard smacks come down on both cheeks. 
“Aww, is my baby crying? You want me to stop?” He asks in your ear when you sobbed out, massaging the burning skin. You shake your head no immediately, you want to take it for him. You can feel his dick hard poking at your side. He’s comando under those loose sweatpants, which you also had shamelessly looked at today.
“That’s what I thought,” His spanking and smacking continues until you let out a particular sob. So loud that the neighbors probably could've heard it if they were outside at this hour. He brings you up to straddle his legs. He looks over your face, smiling at the tears that he has made fall. His lips come up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. When he pulls away you sniffle as another tear falls. 
“So pretty when you take it so well. Too bad you’ve been such a brat” The palms of his hands soothing over your waist, you flutter around thin air at his words. He picks you up, clinging to him as he gently moves with you. Your back comes into contact with the bed, wincing at the sting on your ass as it comes into contact with the material of his bed. His lips immediately come into contact with yours once he has laid you down. Your lips move slowly together, but soon his lips engulf yours. Open mouthing you, his tongue is in your mouth, taking his time. The both of you relishing the kiss, sighing occasionally from the lost time you could’ve spent enjoying each other rather than spending it arguing. 
The pace of the kiss is unchanging, until his hands splay over your thighs, giving them a firm squeeze. When you moan into his mouth at the contact, his lips quicken onto yours, coming back to the reality of the situation. You were still in for it. His hands grip your thighs tighter, in a bruising hold. His lips make their way down to your jaw, sucking and biting at the skin. You go to run your fingers through his hair, but your hand is quickly shot away. The pursuit of his lips goes down to your breasts, where he pays special attention to.
Licking. Biting. Kissing at your nipples, playing with them with his hands when his lips were not occupied with the other. You arch your back into his body, needing friction on your clit. He finally starts to make his way down your belly, pecking your two hip bones. You watch in a desperate haze as he ignores where you need him, and glides his tongue around your thighs. He watches you as you squirm. He slides down to the ground, and pulls your lower body half way of the bed. You wince in slight pain as your sore ass slides across the mattress and your legs wrap around his head. 
“Look at you,” He smiles smally up at you. “I knew you were needy but I didn’t know you were this needy sweetheart.” His mouth hovering over your clit so closely you can feel his breath hit the nerve as he speaks. Your cunt flutters at his nickname for you, you haven't heard it in so long. The teasing is beginning to be unbearable, and you moan at the fact that he hasn’t even touched you yet but he’s so close. He laughs at your neediness, and suddenly licks through your folds. He comes up immediately after. You groan out at the loss. 
“Jesus, so wet and all I’ve done was spank you, you really are a slut for me hm?” He muses, and puts his tongue right back where you need it. His tongue works through your folds slowly, collecting your wetness. He hums at the taste of you, and begins gliding his tongue faster. You squirm because you know he is purposefully ignoring your clit. Finally, his tongue flicks over your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. His tongue flicks faster, causing you to reach down for him. Your reach, however, is stopped when he grabs both hands and pins them to your thighs. Your hips buck up when his speed reaches a maximum, you whine out at the feeling. 
His lips then wrap around your clit, sucking harshly. You moan, your arms being forced down as you write underneath him. He’s sucking and swirling his tongue around the nerve. He knows you're close by the way you’re bucking your hips as best as you can up into his mouth. Switching his technique between flicking and sucking, you feel the pressure building. 
“Eddieee,” you draw out his name as the pressure is about to explode. He hums against you, and releases one of his hands from his grip on your left arm, moving it down to your entrance. His middle finger begins to tease at your entrance, and then sinks it in. You finally grab a fist full of hair as he curls his finger up into you and sucks your clit simultaneously.  A long and strung out moan escapes your lips as his speed into your cunt quickened and you feel your body jolt and twist in pleasure as your orgasm approaches. 
“Yeeess,” you cry out as you orgasm all over him. The sound of his sucking and the wet noises his fingers made into your cunt also filling the room. It was filthy, the sight before you, and you’re busy catching your breath after your release. He hums against you once again as he licks you up for good measure, making lustful eye contact with you while doing so. 
He makes his way up towards you again, kissing and licking his way up as he did when he was making his way down. His lips make their way over your rising and falling chest.  They stop at your neck, leaving marks on the skin. You squirm underneath his sucking and nibbling, growling when you whine at the sensation. Suddenly, he lifts his lips off of you and flips you around onto your stomach. Your legs come up so you’re on your knees for him, he laughs at the small action. An unbeknownst smack comes down on your left cheek, arching your back. 
You hear him shuffle behind you, taking his sweatpants off. Now, you both are completely naked. There was no warning before his dick slipped through your folds, your hips grinding on him in desperation. He lets out a disapproving ‘tut’ at your hips trying to insert him into you. 
“Remind me, what’do you want sweetheart?” He leans down over your back, wanting to hear you spit out filth to him. When you don’t answer him, a smack comes down onto your ass again, hard. 
“You, Eddie please!” You whine out, panting from the heat of the moment. “I need you to fuck me Eddi-” His dick slams inside you, having easy acess from the way you were arching your ass up for him. You moan loudly as you stretch around him with some difficulty. It had been a while, so he stays still inside you, completely bottomed out inside you. Once you move your hips back and forth on him, he grabs them in a tight grip and begins to pound into you from behind. He pushes your head into the mattress at the roughness of his thrusting. An animalistic sound comes from your mouth at the feeling of his slow, but rough pace. 
“Mhm,” he growls loudly, “You like that? You like when I get rough with you? Fuck this attitude right outta you?” His voice is taunting. The palms of his hands slide to your ass and grip the sensitive skin, successfully spreading them apart. 
“Yeah.” You draw out, barely able to form words. The pace quickens slightly, you can hear his grunting from time to time as he slides into you. Your cunt squelching around him. The noises you were making. The way your’re ass up for him. His patience that has been run thin all fueling the moment. A hard smack comes down on your ass, again. Your cunt is so full of him and it consumes you. Everything comes flooding out. 
“Eddie…fuck baby I’m sorryyy,” you whine, reaching your hand back to find his. The reaction you get is him grabbing both hands and pulling your face up off the mattress. He pins both of your hands behind your back with his right hand and grabs around your throat again to pull you flush against him. His thrusts get rougher into you, and you feel him hit a devastating spot inside you. You try to escape the grasp he has on your hands to touch him, but he keeps your hands firmly in place as he rams into your cervix. 
“What was that? I can’t hear you,” he pants in your ear, knowing the position making it harder for you to function. 
“FUCK…Eddiie I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you basically sob out in a frenzy. “Sorry, baby, sorry.” Repeating your babbling, unable to care if anyone heard your desperate apology. He moans against your ear at the apology, slowing his thrusts down and flipping you around onto your back in a quick move. His hands push the backs of your thighs up so your knees are touching your breasts. A whimper escapes your lips at the new position as you’re able to see him now. His eyes are hooded, hair wild and frizzy. He leans down to kiss your lips, slow fucking into you to catch his breath. This position is perfect like the position he had you in seconds ago, perfect access to your cervix. 
“What’re you sorry for sweetheart?” He asks after catching his breath, wanting to hear the whole apology now that you’ve established where you both stand. 
“‘M sorry Eddie,” you pause, throwing your head to the side as his pace begins to speed up a little bit. “I didn’t mean it baby, ’m sorry for being a brat.” You mumble out and move a hand through his hair, trying your best to look up at him through your pleasure. He smiles and looks up and down over your body. 
“Good girl.” He says before resuming his rough and fast pace. Your cunt contracts at his words of praise and the way he’s pressing the right spot. You moan loudly and nod your head frantically because your second orgasm is approaching. 
“Yes, Eddie…” You throw your head back and raise a hand to his cheek. Both of his hands are still residing on the backs of your thighs. “Fuck, I love you…I love you so much.” You tell him while looking right up at him, dead serious. His brows furrow in pleasure and his mouth hangs open at your words. The way his hips start to drill into you makes it impossible for you to hold on much longer. You know your words had affected him deeply, so you aren’t surprised he says what came next. 
“Fuck, y/n say that again sweetheart.” He moans, wanting you to tell him you love him again. 
“I love you, Eddie, an ‘m sorry for what I said.” You cry out, tears running down your face in both pleasure and happiness. He squeezes your thighs reassuringly and starts to falter in his thrusts, but making sure he keeps up for you. 
“I love you too baby, it’s okay I got you.” He coos down at you, knowing you were close and wanted to make up with him. A particular thrust into you had you throwing your head back and clawing at his shoulders in ecstasy as your second orgasm raked through your body. Eddie held your shaking thighs and felt the flood beneath him, his dick slipping out of you for a moment. His mouth hung open at the sight of you shaking and convulsing underneath him. He taps his dick on your clit for good measure before sliding back into you, still on his verge of cumming. 
It only takes him a few thrusts before his pace starts to falter, your throbbing cunt around him not making it easy for him to continue for much longer. He moans as his high approaches, letting go of one of your thighs to grab your breast. 
“Fuck, y/n,” He moans loudly and cums inside you, the heat of the liquid felt throughout your cunt.  Fucking it up into you more as he bucks inside you while riding out his high. He pulls out and pants to catch his breath. You moan at the loss. The two of his fingers came to push his seed back inside before it could slip out as you wiped some of the tears that had spilled during your intercourse. His fingers came up to your mouth, and he watched as you licked them clean. 
“Good girl.” He smiles at you, then moves to go to his bathroom. He opens his door but quickly stops when the door only makes it three fourths of the way open. 
“Oh shit.” He quickly slams his door shut again. His body turning towards you and diving to the floor for his sweatpants. 
“What?” You ask worried. 
“My uncle is sitting in the living room watching television.” He whisper shouts, worried he might’ve seen him standing there, dick and balls fully out. You begin to hysterically laugh, unable to control the hilarity of the situation. He gets his sweatpants on, slightly cracking a smile as you lay there, naked and laughing. His uncle could’ve just gotten here and heard some of it, or he could’ve heard all of it. 
“You think he heard us?” You try to calm your laughing. 
“No shit, he heard us, I thought he was working tonight.” He begins to laugh with you. 
“I need a towel babe,” you whine, your thighs soaked and your cunt dripping again with his cum mixed with your wetness. Eddie looks down at your cunt, and is transfixed. 
“Eddie.” You whine again, and close your legs, looking at him seriously. 
“Alright baby I’m getting it.” Flashing you a smile and kissing your lips quickly. You watch as he opens the door slower this time, and you can tell he immediately makes eye contact with his uncle at the end of the hallway by the way his face lights up with a light blush. 
“Hey, uh, did you uh, hear any of that?” He nervously asks his uncle. 
“Yes, yes I did Eddie, all of it.” You can hear his uncle say faintly. Eddie laughs weakly and goes for the bathroom. You giggle at the newly found information. He comes back quickly and shuts his door even quicker behind him. You can tell he’s quit embarrassed, being that his uncle has just been subjected to his sex life. He comes over to you nonetheless, and wipes up the mess for you. Your hands run over his arms, being touchy as always after sex, the both of you always were. The towel is thrown elsewhere in his room, and he picks you up, flipping himself onto the bed while holding your naked body. You shift your body onto his right side, and sling your leg over him with a hand playing with his long strands of hair. His right hand lays on your back, running his hand over it soothingly.
“I’m sorry for what I said.” You mumble, starting to feel yourself getting upset again. The memory of a week ago creeping up into your mind. “That was so stupid I shouldn’t have said that. I never meant to hurt you.” Tears begin to prick at your eyes. 
“Baby, it’s okay.” Eddie’s left hand coming over to slide a thumb along your cheek. 
“It’s not, because I love you, I don’t hate you.” A light sniffle comes from you, and the tears start to flow. “I don’t want you to leave, Eddie.” You sob underneath him. You feel him sit up slightly, trying to look at you better. 
“Y/n, look at me.” He says sitting up a little more so he could see your face. You move up to sit up next to him, looking down slightly from your sudden outburst of emotion. While you had been arguing, the anxiety of those words you had said haunted you. The possibility of you and Eddie coming to an end had been eating away at you for this past week. You didn’t want to lose him. His thumb comes across your fallen tears, and he laughs a little at your emotions. 
“Sweetheart, I love you too, and I am not going anywhere.” He leans in to kiss you, letting his lips linger on yours. “If I was going to leave I would’ve, I want you and your bratty attitude. I’d never leave you over this stupid shit.” His lips come towards yours again to land another reassuring kiss on your lips. You laugh, sniffling again. 
“You sure?” You laugh lightly again. 
“Positively sure, y/n.” He raises his eyebrows at you with a smile. You lean your head on his shoulder and he grabs your left hand and rubs his thumb soothingly across yours. It was quiet for a moment, until you started to sniffle again. Eddie stops his movements, wondering if he heard what he had heard correctly. Then, you shuddered and a tear fell onto his shoulder. He looks over at you quickly.
“Y/n, what's wrong now?” He asks while looking down at you, crying on his shoulder. You roll your eyes up to look at his, tears blurring your vision. 
“I missed you.” Your lip quivers at him. He laughs at your crying over him. His hands reach around you and he pulls you into his lap, placing them on your hips. He lets out a sigh. 
“Baby, I missed you too, I didn’t know you missed me this much though.” He laughs again and runs his hands up your body, making their way to your face again. His hands hold both of your cheeks. “You look so pretty, y/n.” He leans in to kiss both of your cheeks. You really don’t know why you were so emotional, but it was probably from the built up stress, finally being able to release it all. 
“I love you.” You reassure him again, wanting him to know you do. Not wanting him to go another day without knowing. 
“I love you too, c’mere.” He holds you against his chest and shifts to lay down, basically having you crushing him. Eddie doesn’t mind, he loves when you lay right on top of him. You let out a few sniffles before you start to doze off. Eddie hands rubbing your back soothingly, and throwing his blanket over top of the both of you. One thing about Eddie was that no matter what, he always made sure you were taken care of. Even when he was mad at you, he would open the car door for you, leave out a towel for you whenever you got in the shower, and refused to let you drive with anyone else besides him. 
You took it all for granted the past week, and the emotion of it started to bubble in your chest again. He sighed above you, rubbing your arm calmingly. 
“Y/n, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry this much. I really did fuck the attitude outta you, sweetheart.” You both laugh at his comment. After going over that really, you were alright, you finally started to doze off when his hands started to slow on your back. You hear him start to snore lightly above you shortly after he stopped moving, and you follow his lead quickly.
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artstelle · 9 months
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Not Mine To Keep
The first time Arthur came to Merlin's shop, he looked so out of place, unsure of what to do. Merlin guessed he was either too "manly" to be seen buying flowers, or a rich prat who never had to buy his gifts himself. Neither were exactly wrong guesses. He felt bad for the woman the man was buying the flowers for.
They had a rather unpleasant encounter that day and Merlin was sure the man would never, ever come anywhere near the shop again, and would probably tell everyone he knew not to buy from there either. So it was a surprise when he saw the other man again. He said that while the employees were rude, the place unfortunately had the best flowers around. Of course, that would be a better excuse if the man actually bought any flowers that time.
After that, it became a regular thing, Arthur visiting once a week. At first, he asked questions about flowers, then it turned into them chatting, insulting each other sometimes and joking, laughing.
Merlin knew he shouldn't, but he was sad and depressed when the man – Arthur, he learnt – stopped coming. He was worried when Arthur didn't show up for two weeks in a row, but weeks turned into months and he accepted that the other man had probably just grown bored of their little conversations.
And then, he just showed up. Merlin welcomed him as he would any other customer, tried not to stare or ask demand an explanation as to why he just vanished. But he knew he had no right to, they were two strangers having casual conversation, that was all. If Merlin had feelings for that gorgeus blond man who turned out to be actually funny and charming, then it was his problem alone.
Arthur stayed silent for some time, and he seemed nervous, god knows why. He looked at his hands, the flowers, the walls and anywhere other than at Merlin. Just as the silence started to be too much and Merlin thought maybe he should say something, Arthur opened his mouth.
"I had things to deal with. Things to arrange. Both personal and business issues." Merlin wanted to say there was no need for explanation, but was too shocked by Arthur's next words to say anything. "I am sorry."
Arthur Pendragon did not apologize. He would show that he was sorry, but never put it into words.
But Merlin had to talk, because the man was looking at him, obviously waiting for an answer. "Oh, um... O-ok." What he wanted to say was: why do you look like a kicked puppy? "It's fine, life gets busy sometimes." That seemed to ease Arthur's mind, if the smile that formed on his lips was any proof. His beautiful lips, how nice it would be to kiss them. Oh for god's sake! Merlin had to get rid of those thoughts.
"Well, is there anything you want? If you aren't going to buy anything, I can get you a chair, but you're blocking the way. Though I don't think I can talk much, there's a big order I need to prepare." He didn't mean to sound harsh, didn't want Arthur to leave, but it was hard to go back to how they used to be. Maybe in a week, he would stop wondering what the personal matters he had to arrange were.
"Actually... I want to. I'm here for a bouquet."
Oh... Ok then. That was unexpected. Merlin remined himself that there was nothing for him to be sad about.
"Ok, which one?" He showed the bouquets that were prepared for customers to choose from. It helped them to see how the thing would look before purchasing, it and was faster to have some made up already when it was busy. And if they didn't sell, Merlin took them to the local hospital to give someone a little smile. "Or do you want a custom made one?"
"A custom one. But I was hoping you could help me choose the flowers." Arthur twisted the end of the ribbon on the counter around his finger.
"Sure, it is my job." Stop being so nervous, Merlin told himself firmly. "What kind of bouquet do you want?" He didn't want to know but he had to ask.
"To show... Something that says 'You are important to me' and 'I think of you all the time.'"
Merlin's heart hurt so much he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide it. It was no surprise the bouquet was for Arthur's lover, but he would never have expected Arthur could say such things. He must really love her. "And 'I wish to spend more time with you.'" Arthur looked at Merlin for the first time since he had entered the shop that day. Merlin wished he wouldn't. "And..." Please, enough, go tell those things to her yourself. I don't want to hear them! "'I love you.'"
Merlin turned his back, knowing he should be happy that Arthur had found someone he loved. Arthur often talked about the girls his father threw his way and how he never had any feelings at all, at least most of the time. Whenever that happened, Merlin thought about Arthur's first visit to his shop, the bouquet he'd bought, but he couldn't bring himself to ask who it had been for.
"I'll make something." He bit his lip while choosing the flowers. Merlin stared at the bright lamp to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks. He didn't want to make a fast and simple bouquet just to get away from the situation. It was important to Arthur, and if Merlin couldn't be happy for him, at least he could do his job right.
After who knew how long, he had the flowers ready. "Here, I hope she likes them."
But Arthur did not reach out to take them.
"I hope he does," he said instead. "Keep them, please. They're for you."
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Look… I drew that in November. Then when I was posting, I realized I forget to add the bouquet and since then it is waiting to be posted in my wip folder. Not even wip! I put that in completed folder cause like, it was mostly done. I wanted to pick flowers with correct meanings. I gave up and just drew a pretty bouqute cause it is better than never finishing it. Please pretend they have suitable meanings to what Arthur wanted to say.
I wasn't planning to write something that long! Wow.
Edit: I posted it to ao3 too. Here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48305071
Flowershop AU for @merlinbingo
art by @artstelle
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BIRDS OF A FEATHER (satoru gojo x reader)
a/n: (wc: 0.9k) gojo-centric, dad-to-be!gojo, implied pregnant!reader, angst to fluff, i literally don’t know what made me write this it just happened :/ it’s kind of different from what i normally write so i am kinda nervous but hope you guys enjoy it <3
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Satoru Gojo always knew what would become of him, what was expected of his hand that wields a power like no other. 
He was strong—the strongest, which came with a league of it’s own. The title had it’s glitter and gold; people fawned to him like bees to honey. He was it—the sight to see. 
However, Gojo found that his reputation often preceded him. 
Maybe he was a bit naive, a bit premature with his flashy conclusions, but he can now admit that he was wrong to assume that the top would be less lonely than the bottom. He thinks they're equals, that people choose to ignore how many similarities they truly have. While one may be flashier than the other, they isolate you all the same. 
He vaguely recalls a memory—one from where he was young, barely nineteen years old, as Yaga stood before him and shook his hand with a forceful pride. 
The Untouchable Satoru Gojo, he’d called him, eyes swimming with that oh-so-familiar glimmer of satisfaction with a tinge of insatiable jealousy. 
Gojo remembers shaking his head at the comment, scoffing through gritted teeth about how that’s not necessarily a compliment.
Because what people tend to misunderstand, is that being untouchable also implies that Gojo’s unable to touch. Unable to let people in, let someone know him for who he is instead of what he can do, what he can be. 
Gojo doesn't know what will become of him when he’s no longer the strongest. He doesn't know what he is, if not the very best. He doesn't think he has much more to offer if he can no longer provide the power and protection that all of those around him seek. 
If a bird has no wings, will it still be asked to fly? 
The more he thinks about it, Gojo’s not sure if the flightless life of an animal made to soar is one worth salvaging. Maybe it’d be better to end it’s suffering—the humane and moral thing to do. I mean, it has no purpose now, right?
The two of you sit in the chilly waiting room of a doctor’s office. 
God, does he hate hospitals. He’s never had the privilege of associating them with anything good. To him, it’s not a place of miracle workers or second chance rehabilitation—it’s one of blood and pain and heartache. One where he’s dropped people off just to never see them again. One that takes a part of him with it every time he walks between its fluorescent and grim hallways.
However, today will be different. Satoru Gojo will leave a hospital with a reason of love and hope—because today, he will be seeing his baby (or rather, his soon to be baby) for the very first time.
A little clump of cells submerged in the warmth of your body, something that will grow into one of the greatest blessings Gojo is ever supposed to know. Today will be the first time he sees the creation on the tiny little ultrasound screen. The first time he’ll hear it’s rapid heartbeat, similar to that of a mockingbird’s. 
He nervously fiddles with his hands—hands that have caused just as much destruction and damage as they have prevailed with grace. Hands that have carried thousands of corpses; some he knew, some he loved. Hands that can harm as easily as they can heal. 
How on earth is he supposed to use these same hands to protect a child—his child? Something so small and pure and defenseless? When he can barely protect himself, when he can barely protect you?
His stomach gurgles and festers with bottomless fear as he begins to understand just how in over his head he truly is. 
This was a mistake. A mistake that’s going to get innocent people hurt. A mistake that will let him get a taste of the sweetest love he’s ever known, just for it to be ripped from the hold of his palms and leave him barren and hollow. 
Noticing his anxiety—his twitchy fingers and restless sighs—you casually slip your hand into his, intertwining the two of them as if they're puzzle pieces molded solely for one another’s fit. 
Gojo looks over at you due to your sudden touch, and he see’s your reassuring smile—one that instantly fills him with a warmth indescribable to the past-him. He thinks about his nineteen year old self again, wondering if the teenager could have ever imagined a love burning this bright, feeling this safe. 
He looks at his hands again, now holding your smaller ones. His hands, ones that gently brush away the stray hairs from your forehead. Hands that worship your ever-soft skin with tender touches and purposeful caressed. Hands that will hold your child—a gift, half him and half you—with all of the love he can muster from his shattered and poorly bandaged heart. 
With a new perspective, Gojo thinks about the wingless bird once more. Maybe, it doesn't need to be pardoned, maybe it can find a new purpose. 
No one is just one thing, right? Sure, we have things we’re known for—chickens lay eggs, hawks soar over their prey, and Satoru Gojo is the strongest. But that’s not all they are, nor is it all he is. 
He knows that he loves you, weak or strong. That he craves your touch, no matter the state of his infinity. He aches for the taste of your cooking, no matter if his stomach is filled to the brim with sweet delicacies or is eating itself alive from the inside out. He knows he’ll always want to return to the warmth of your bed, whether he’s sleeping on the finest of mattresses or flat upon a concrete floor. He’ll want you all he same—always. 
And for that grounding reason, Satoru Gojo knows that whatever may become of him, strongest or not, he will be a father—a great one, at that. 
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