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your summer dream | joel miller x f!reader

day four–sand

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pairing: joel miller x fem!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 9.3k series summary: fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit (and maybe a little more) in family friend joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents. series warnings etc: [NO OUTBREAK] we'll call him dad's buddy!joel, fairly soft!joel, age difference (28/50), alcohol, food, sexual tension, smut like whoa smut (will specify with each chapter), fluff, anxiety, mentions of infidelity, mentions of divorce, jet skis????, secret relationship. chapter summary: with much left unsaid from the night before, you and joel have no choice but to spend the day apart. when joel returns, you find it's harder than ever to hold back from one another. chapter warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), showering together, like extremely mild soft dom!joel, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, darlin', honey, baby, 'good girl', babygirl), cum eating, little bit of insecure!joel, filthy mouth joel miller, big dick joel miller, underwater dry humping (wet humping?), feelings, food, alcohol, joel goes golfing but for real. no use of y/n.

A/N: it begins! so, just a heads up, this friday i am embarking on my own little vacation and am not sure yet how much i'll be writing while i'm away. there might be a bit of a longer wait time for day five, but i hope this chapter is enough to sustain you all til then. love, han.

followers suggestions in this chapter: ocean swimming, showering together, hotel bed cuddling, so much boob touching and skin kissing

Early morning sunlight coats your room as you awake with a start from an admittedly light sleep. You'd been restless all night again.

Jesus, have you had a decent night's sleep since you got here?

You're in the same position you'd fallen asleep in, curled in a tight ball on your side, heart rate picking up the second you see your vibrator on the nightstand and the memory of the night before floods your mind.

Fuck. What the fuck.

It's not long after that the knock comes, a light tap, tap, tap against the adjoining door, still ajar from the night before. You sit up to see thick fingers curling around the edge.

You jolt out of bed, throwing on the white hotel robe as you pad towards the door. You hesitantly pull it open the rest of the way, coming face-to-face with a sleepy-eyed Joel. Well, sort of. You're facing him, but his eyes are cast downward, fixed sheepishly on the hotel carpeting. He's already clad in plaid shorts and a light grey golf shirt, the sandals he's been wearing the last few days replaced with sneakers.

For once, he's not smiling.

"Hi," you greet him, voice weak with lack of sleep and shaky with nerves. Fuck. You panic, suddenly fearful that this is it, that he'll finally tell you to back off, that last night had been too far.

Fifty, your dad's friend, you recall–maybe Joel's finally remembered too.

You brace for impact but, instead, when he speaks, his voice is soft, reassuringly warm…if a little sad.

"Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, finally looking up from under his lashes to meet your gaze. "I–you know I can't hang out today."

"Oh." The gloominess in his tone melts into yours as poorly-concealed disappointment washes over you.

"Hey, I–" He reaches between your bodies to take your hands in his, your heart stuttering violently at the sudden contact. "I want to. But I gotta go golfin' with your old man."

Shit. Right. You'd almost forgotten. Then that means–

"Fuck," you hiss. "And I have to get lunch with my mom."

Joel smiles sympathetically, squeezing your hands tighter, enveloping them fully in this massive grasp as he holds them to his chest, drawing your body in closer to his.

"Don't you listen to a word she said," he says fiercely. "You don't owe him–"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Good to go, Miller?" your dad's voice calls from the hallway outside and your attention is pulled from one another as you both turn to face the source of the sound, your heart pounding in your chest. Goddamnit. Here you are, interlocked with Joel Miller while your dad waits on the other side of a thin, hotel door. You attempt to free your hands from Joel's but he latches on to them firmly, refusing to let you go.

"Be right out," Joel barks before he's facing you again, bringing your conjoined hands up to his mouth. To your shock and wonder, he places a soft kiss against your knuckles, swift and fleeting.

"We'll talk later," he whispers as he finally releases you.

You can only nod, dumbstruck and breathless as Joel grabs his sunglasses off the nightstand, silently gesturing to you to close the door and get back in your room as he prepares to greet your father.

He must see the pained look on your face at that, because he's mouthing, "Later," one more time and shooting you a final devastating smile. It's that solemn vow that has you nodding again, ducking back through the adjoining door and closing it behind you.

You crumple against it, waiting for your heart to slow and your breathing to level out, the distant sounds of your father and Joel chatting in the hallway reverberating through the walls.

Later, you repeat to yourself. Whatever that brings.

You'd almost been excited to share lunch with your mom two days ago, genuinely looking forward to catching up with her. Now, you're positively dreading it.

You dally through your morning, burning all over again when you put on the bikini Joel had bought you, stupidly wishing he was there to see it. Instead, you get a swim in by yourself before the clear sky begins to fill up with ominous-looking clouds. There's tension in the air; a storm is coming. You laze your way back to your room to throw a cover-up on over the damp swimsuit, heading back out to meet your mom at the resort restaurant you'd agreed to have lunch at.

She pulls you into an embrace the minute you find her, an embrace which you, somewhat reluctantly, return.

"Hi, honey," she greets you, tone dripping with remorse before pulling back to hold you by the shoulders. "I'm so sorry about last night at dinner. I talked to your father about it and you know what? You're right. It wasn't fair to ask you to forgive Chris. I know you can make your own decisions and I know what he did was wrong. I love you and I don't want anything to ruin our time here…I miss you so much and I-I–"

She's starting to get worked up, her voice raising several octaves as her eyes start to glassy with tears. Jesus.

"Alright, it's okay, mom," you assure her. It's easier to just let her off the hook anyway–plus, she obviously feels bad. "I forgive you, okay? Let's just not talk about him anymore. Please."

Your final request is firm but you say it with a smile, desperate to ease the tension and just let the negative shit go. Truthfully, Chris and your mother are the absolute last people on your mind, your thoughts utterly clouded by the sound of Joel's voice last night and whatever awaits you when he returns today.

"Not a word," she promises you. We'll see.

The lunch bar's patio overlooks the main outdoor area of the resort, pathways of pavement and palm trees mapping the crowded grounds. The beach is barely visible from here, blocked from view by plant life and milling vacationers.

You keep going in and out of focus while you eat, sipping absently on a cocktail you've already forgotten the name of. Your gaze is constantly drawn towards the pebbled path you know leads to the resort's golf course, as if the more you stare, the faster Joel will come back.

You chat, letting your mom in on your job and your life and your roommates and your cat, while she updates you on the state of her impending retirement and all your father's antics. It's not nearly as bad as you'd thought it would be, most of the bitterness over last night's exchange fading as you finish eating and order a second drink.

Your meandering attention is swiftly recaptured when she makes an off-hand remark over dessert.

"I think it's really nice you've spending so much time with Joel."

You instantly stiffen. She sounds innocent enough (it's not like she would actually suspect anything is going on between the two of you) but it makes you nervous nonetheless, your next words coming slowly, carefully.

"Oh, yeah," you shrug. "He's nice."

It's one way to put it.

"Your father was so insistent that he joined us. I know he's going through a hard time, I just couldn't say no. I'm sorry if it's been awkward for you at all."

You smile tightly. It's been a lot of things with Joel, but "awkward" isn't exactly one of them.

"Nope," you shake your head. "Been fine. Like I said, he's, uh, nice."

God, can your brain conjure up any other word to describe the man? It's like you're too afraid that if you say anything else you'll reveal too much. Fucking hell, you're losing it.

Luckily, your mother doesn't seem to be paying much attention. She's already on her third drink, strawberry daiquiri sloshing around in a plastic cup as she talks avidly with her hands.

"I just think it's sweet of you to hang out with him," she comments with a heartfelt tilt of her head. "I always thought he was so quiet, kind of hard to talk to. Polite, of course, but…reserved."

You have to look down at the table to hide your frown. That's hardly how he seems to you. Sure, he'd been a bit distant at first, but you'd begun to see his true colours in no time. There's a softness to Joel, you've come to learn, a sweetness. He's caring and kind, confident beneath that thin layer of uncertainty; you could hear it plain as day in his commanding voice last night. You've been aching all day to hear it again.

"I don't really see him that way," you say simply, hoping your defensive tone doesn't betray you too much.

Again, you're thankful your mother doesn't press you any further or seem particularly absorbed with your answer. She starts rambling on about your dad's other friends–the ones who come over for poker on Sundays–and how they compare with Joel, while you fixate once again on that pathway to the golf course.

Then finally–finally–you see him.

You sit up straighter in your seat, watching your father and Joel emerge from the canopy of palms that line the pathway. He's still clad in his golf attire, a sheen of sweat along his forehead visible from across the resort, his salt-and-pepper curls slicked back out of his face. He's saying something to your father and then suddenly he's pointing in you and your mother's direction. Your father follows the line Joel makes with his finger before patting him on the shoulder and making his way towards you.

You're still looking at Joel, whose brown eyes find yours the second your father's back is turned. He raises one hand in a silent wave, then nods his head towards the beach–an unmistakable invitation.

You gasp quietly, nodding infinitesimally in return. Your father is nearly at your table now and Joel is ducking off towards the ocean.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

"Afternoon, ladies," your dad greets the two of you, leaning over the patio bannister, smiling down at you warmly. He's always chipper after a round of golf, you remember that all too well from your childhood.

"Hi, hon," your mother replies, angling her neck up for a quick kiss, which your father sweetly grants her. "How did Joel do this time?"

"I kicked his ass, what else is new?" your father laughs. "He wanted to hit the beach before this storm hits but I need a shower. How was your lunch?"

"Great," you chime in abruptly, rising from the table. You think you've waited long enough. "Thanks, mom. Think I'm gonna go for a walk now."

"Okay, sweetie," she says easily, seemingly none the wiser. You're still cautious as you flit away, making sure your mom and dad are engrossed deeply in conversation so they don't see you heading in the same direction Joel had gone just moments ago.

The minute you hit the sand, you scan the beach for him, finally locating his broad form on the outskirts of the crowd, not far from where you'd sat beneath a palm tree the day before.

Joel's already waded into the blue water, his golf shirt abandoned on the shore, his wide back to you as gentle waves lap at his waistline. You swallow, suddenly anxious as you strip off your cover-up and add it to the heap with his shirt, taking a deep breath before following in after him.

"Joel," you call out to him as you approach, ankles splashing against the salty sea. It's warm, you notice offhandedly, the shallow water naturally heated from the sun's hot rays constantly beating down on it. Even today, when the sky is dotted with the most clouds you've seen since you got here, the air is still thick and humid. You feel the warmth on your skin too but the burn there seems to come from another form of heat altogether.

Joel twists around and smiles, beckoning you closer with a nod of his head before he's diving headfirst into the water, emerging a moment later, deeper out now. You take another steadying breath and copy him, swimming just below the surface of the water till you pop up by his side.

The water is still shallow enough that you could stand if you wanted to, but decide it feels better to relax your knees and float, lazily drifting closer to Joel as he extends a hand to you below the clear water. You look back over your shoulder to the shore; you've strayed far enough out that the figures lining it are almost imperceptible from here. The waves are higher today, the sea brewing with life under the overcast sky.

Concealed. Safe.

Joel's tender smile is the last assurance you need to take his hand in yours and let him pull your weightless body into his so your back is against his chest, loosely floating over his lap while his strong arms wrap around your middle, the two of you facing outwards into the never ending ocean.

"S'this alright?" he breathes.

"Mhmm." More than alright, you think.

"Missed you today," he hums, his lips right at your ear and it takes everything in you just to remember how to breathe. You grip his arms around you, gliding your fingers over his skin, so soft and smooth in the warm wet of the sea.

"Me too," you say softly, almost unconsciously tilting your head back to lay it against his shoulder. His lips trail downwards along your exposed neck, raising goosebumps over your skin in spite of how stiflingly hot it feels in the sun-warmed water, below the tropical air, in Joel's solid embrace.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "Wasn't too bad with your mom, was it?"

"I'm fine," you say and, right now, you think it's true. "She said she was sorry."

"Hmm."

It's a disapproving sound, one you imagine is more for your mother than your forgiving her. He lets it go.

It's silent for a moment as you let yourself just be held by Joel. It doesn't feel uncomfortable or strange, nothing like the way you think it should feel. It feels like everything else with him; soothing, familiar, solid.

"Do you wanna talk about last night?"

You know he's not talking about your mother anymore.

His voice is low, almost distant as he plants an open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder. Your eyes flutter closed and you feel the way it makes Joel smile against your skin.

"No," you admit. What's there to talk about? Probably a lot, you suppose, but you don't want to think about it right now.

Thinking about it feels too dangerous. Thinking about it might break the spell.

And that's the very last thing you want.

"Is that okay?" you press.

"Fine with me, sweetheart," he murmurs. "You should know I liked it, though. And I wanna give you so much more if you'll have me."

"I want more, Joel."

Joel chuckles as a particularly stirring wave passes over you, his arms tightening around you to hold you in place while your bodies sway in its low ripple. The motion rocks you into him and you gasp when, for the first time, you feel his cock under you, noticeably hard beneath his shorts, colliding with your ass with each swell of the ocean's waves.

"Feel what you do to me?" Joel whispers into the hollow of your ear and for a moment, you feel your brain go blank as a full-body shiver passes over you.

Your bodies seem to move in tandem with the water's ebbs and flows then, your hips moving against him while his grind up into you in return. It's trancelike, your head fanned out on his broad shoulder, his arms banded around your middle, the tips of his fingers brushing the underside of your breasts where they poke out from the skimpy bikini he'd bought you.

You snake an arm behind you, clutching at the curls at the back of his head, the strands slick and wet under your fingernails. Joel sighs at the contact and his lips find your jaw, one of his big hands moving to cup your face, tilting it towards his. Your eyes fly open to find him staring at your lips, his own parted and expectant, so close you can feel his breath on your face.

His cock prods against you, insistent and encouraging as his eyelids slip shut and he leans in closer until–

Splash.

"Sorry, sorry!"

It takes you a second to realize what's just happened, and several more to realize where you are. A volleyball's hit the water just inches from where you and Joel are standing, the sudden interruption causing you to jump out of his arms with a gasp.

It hits you then, as you turn away from the open ocean and turn to face the shoreline, how close you've drifted back into the crowds, the water far more shallow and the presence of other beachgoers far more apparent. A man, about the same age as your father, is approaching you to retrieve the ball, while his wife or his girlfriend or his whatever-the-fuck waits several feet away, apology in her eyes directed at you and Joel.

"Sorry," the man repeats, snatching up the ball and shooting you both a contrite little wave before wading back to where the woman waits.

God-fucking-damnit.

It's like a slap to the face, the way it pulls you right out of the moment. The intoxicating trance from before is replaced by sudden panic; how long had you been this close to other people? The couple that had interrupted you hadn't been your parents, but they could have been. You'd nearly just kissed Joel in front of the entire goddamn resort.

"Fuck," you curse quietly as your eyes search the beach, stepping further away from Joel, making sure your parents definitely aren't anywhere to be seen. As far as you can tell, you're in the clear. It still feels way too risky.

"Hey, m'sorry–" Joel starts, reaching out to you again below the water, but this time you pull your hand back before he can take it.

"I don't think we can do this here, Joel," you say, wishing it wasn't true, hating the way it makes his face crumble just the slightest bit. You know it shouldn't matter; you're an adult, fully capable of making your own decisions. You want Joel, and you're not ashamed of it. But some inner child in you fears how your father would react to finding you engulfed in his buddy's arms–let alone what your mother would say. "I'll see you at dinner, okay?"

"Right," he grumbles, nodding at the sea.

You follow his eye line into the translucent water, seeing clearly now what you'd only felt before. The hard line of Joel's cock is clearly visible against the plaid fabric of his golf shorts. Fuck.

"Later," you promise him, echoing his voice from this morning as his eyes find yours again. "Later, Joel, okay?"

He licks his lips and nods again, more confidently this time, as you hurriedly rush out of the water towards the white sand.

Dinner is torture. The overcast sky has given way to a full-blown tropical storm, dense air teeming with life as hot rain drenches the resort outside the buffet, thunder cracking intermittently over the distant sea.

You can barely sit still, clad in the same dress you'd worn the night before, burning with giddy arousal every time you feel Joel's eyes look you up and down. And he does it a lot.

No one mentions Chris today, thank god, the conversation mostly centering around your father and Joel's day at the golf course and your dad's various grievances about the "uneven" slopes of the greens.

In spite of the way he keeps staring at you, Joel seems almost cautious beside you, careful not to touch you after your overreaction on the beach earlier, perhaps. The air feels thick between you, like you're still wading in the ocean together, the memory of his cock grinding up into your ass still so fresh in your mind that it's almost impossible not to think about it, especially with the way his legs are splayed wide over his chair, his bare knee nearly brushing yours beneath the table.

Every time you cross and uncross your legs, you catch his hand twitch in his lap, like he's thinking about reaching out to touch you again. Fuck, you wish he would.

"Have you been having a nice time, Joel?" your mother asks him as you eat. You glance down at your nearly empty glass (just soda tonight, something tells you to keep your wits about you), but you watch him from the corner of your eye, noting the way his jaw flexes before he smiles.

"Been real nice so far, ma'am," he tells her, eyes crinkling warmly. "Better'n I could've hoped for."

You smirk at the table, biting your lip to keep from beaming from ear to ear.

"Not bad for your first vacation in forty years, huh, Miller?" your dad grins, toasting his beer bottle in Joel's direction.

"No, sir." Joel toasts him back with a crystal glass of bourbon, his first of the night from what you've seen. His plump bottom lip makes contact with the rim of the glass and you have to force yourself to look away before you begin to wonder how it feel between your teeth.

God, he looks so good. He's donning a patterned linen shirt again, this time over dark navy shorts that reveal his tanned knees and smooth thighs. Those sweet, Southern manners are on full display in the way he talks to your parents and you find it so ridiculously hot for some reason. Perhaps because it's coming from the same man you know is capable of uttering pure filth. You've heard it more than once now, and you want so fucking badly to hear it again.

You need to let him know.

When your plates have been cleaned and the conversation begins to lull, you discreetly pull your chair in closer to the table, angling your body just the slightest bit more in Joel's direction. Your parents, focused on each other, don't seem to notice. Good.

At the same time that you take a sip of soda, you reach out below the table and curl your fingers around his inner thigh, just above his knee. You don't look at him, but you hear his breath hitch, note the way he tenses and clears his throat around a sip of his drink.

It stays there while you finish your drinks, blatant electricity vibrating powerfully between the two of you. You're shocked no one else seems to be able to see it.

"...isn't that right, Joel?" your mother is saying but you can't even remember what it is they're talking about.

Apparently, neither can Joel.

"What's'at?" He shakes his head and sits up a little straighter. His voice sounds hoarse, distant even. You bite your lip and inch your hand higher, relishing the sharp inhale it elicits, which Joel quickly masks with a well-timed cough.

"Tommy's baby is due in September?" your mom repeats.

"Oh, yeah, s'right," Joel nods just as your fingers dip below the hem of his shorts.

Soft. His skin is so soft. You wouldn't have guessed it.

"Hopefully that's the only thing that kid has in common with you, eh, Miller?" your dad teases. Joel laughs at the gentle ribbing but the sound is cut off when you press your fingers into the flesh if his thigh, hard enough to leave indents, hard enough to say, let's get out of here, please.

"Oh!" your mother exclaims suddenly, looking straight passed you and Joel. "Bill and Frank are over there, I'm gonna go say hi."

She hurriedly rises from the table and darts across the buffet, leaving you and Joel alone with your father.

Much to your dismay, he doesn't follow after her, just chuckles and sits back in his chair, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. He scrolls away absently, his attention quickly absorbed with emails or Facebook or his most recent favourite, Reddit.

The second your father's eyes are focused on the screen, Joel's hand is flying under the table, his fingers coiling around your wrist tightly. For the first time, you lock eyes with one another and the sight reflected back at you has your pulse pounding your ears. Joel's gaze is dark, hungry as his eyes flit from your face to your hand to your lips. You twiddle your fingers under his grasp, but the grip he has on your wrist is strong; he won't let you move.

"You two want to come to the silent disco after this?"

Your dad's voice cuts through the tension, though he's still looking at his phone. You, meanwhile, are still staring at Joel's lips when you answer your dad's question.

"I think…I'm just gonna go lie down actually," you say, sounding far more spacy than you intend. "Tired–I got a lot of sun today."

It's a piss-poor excuse and a terrible lie but your oblivious father doesn't seem to catch it.

"Think I might just do the same," Joel adds, his fingers constricting tighter around your wrist before letting you go, sending your body into overdrive as your heart threatens to pound right out of your chest.

Fuck. Something is going to happen tonight, you can just feel it.

Your father apparently hasn't noticed a thing.

"Well, if you're sure," he shrugs, glancing up from his phone. "We'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, dad," you mutter without really thinking much about it, finally releasing Joel's leg to stand back from the table. Your father extends an arm out to you for a hug as Joel rises from his seat, and you catch the way he adjusts himself when he stands, confirming what you'd already assumed–Joel is just as turned on as you.

"Night, kiddo. Night, Miller." His eyes are on his phone again.

Jesus, it's almost too easy.

You follow Joel out of the dining area and into the rainy twilight. You hurriedly make your way through the downpour in charged silence, the ache between your legs so fierce it almost hurts to walk. You don't touch, which feels strange after touching him for so long at dinner, for that contact to be broken.

Your breathing shallows when you make your way through the hotel lobby, your clothes soaked through and your skin damp with rain. Even in the elevator, up to the ninth floor, you don't speak; though you can feel his eyes on you, sizing you up in your slinky dress, clinging wetly to your frame. You inch closer to him, close enough your fingers brush against the elevator railing.

Kiss me kiss me kiss me, you silently plead with him when your pinky dances over his.

His Adam's apple bobs and he exhales raggedly, averting his eyes to the ceiling like he's praying to the gods to save him. You hope they don't listen.

The elevator dings then, the doors flying open as you jump apart, momentarily dazed before you lead the way out into the hallway. Despite the interruption, the moment hardly feels like it's passed–if anything, it grows more heated with each step closer you take to your neighbouring rooms, dripping rainwater onto the patterned carpet.

You're not sure who initiates it or how exactly it happens.

One minute you're standing in front of your doors, staring at each other's mouths, and the next, Joel's lips are crashing into yours and he's pinning you against the wallpaper.

He kisses you forcefully, sloppy and heady and wet from the rainwater coating your cheeks. His hands tangle in your damp hair and roam down the expanse of your back while yours clutch at the fabric of his shirt, yanking him into you with all the force you can summon. Your tongue flicks along the seam of his lips and he grants you entrance easily, a strangled moan getting caught in your throat when your tongue collides with his. He tastes like whiskey and sea salt.

His body weight leans into yours, almost overwhelmingly close, so close you can feel every inch of his broad form against you. You cant your hips into his and the burgeoning bulge in his shorts is so painfully evident it nearly drives you sick with need.

When he finally detaches his mouth from yours, his lips are puffy and his cheeks are pink and holy fuck you need him right fucking now.

"Do you wanna come inside?" Joel breathes, his lips still hovering over yours, hot breath fanning out over your cheeks.

"Mhmm." It sounds like a whine. "Yeah."

His lips twitch into a small smile and then he's pulling himself off you altogether, digging frantically into his pocket for his key card and unlocking his door, holding it open for you to step in ahead of him.

Time seems to slow down then, as you walk into his space, his suite layout identical to yours only flipped. His curtains are open, giving you a clear view of the turbulent ocean, whitecaps mapping the blue as heavy rain slopes down his balcony doors. The headboard of his bed sits against the adjoining wall, and you think it makes sense now why you could hear him so clearly the other night. His suitcase lays open on the floor at the foot of his bed, clothes and toiletries overflowing out onto the carpet. Messy, you note. It makes you grin.

Your silent appraising is interrupted by the sound of the door clicking shut and the feeling of Joel's presence suddenly taking up the space behind you.

"Christ, look at you," he whispers reverently, your entire body buzzing as he presses himself into your back, his hands slowly gliding up and down your arms. He's moving slower now too, the heated fire of your kiss in the hallway dimmed to a promising pilot light. "You're so fuckin' sexy, you know that?"

Your breath leaves you in a shaky exhale when his lips find your ear, nipping lightly at the lobe while his hands wander over your chest.

"You got any idea how bad I've wanted to get my hands on you, gorgeous? You gonna let me touch you?"

He doesn't need to ask, but you're glad he does.

"Yes–yes," you tell him, breathless from just his soft touch and his husky voice. This man is going to be the fucking death of you. You lean into him as you grab one of his wrists and guide his hand over your clothed breast. "Joel, please."

He groans at that, his hips rocking forward into you seemingly of their own volition.

"And polite, huh?" he chuckles darkly into your neck, squeezing lightly where you've placed his hand. "Shit."

You moan feebly when he squeezes your breast again, the sound seeming to encourage him to dip his hand below the hem of your neckline and palm at your bare chest below the fabric.

He pinches lightly at your nipple and in conjunction with the way he kisses your neck, all teeth and scruff and slow desperation, it's already almost too much. He's barely even touched you yet and you can feel how soaked you are.

But you're also feeling something else, something far more pressing.

"Joel, I need–" you start to say but then his one hand starts to trail lower over your stomach, distracting you pretty effectively.

"What do you need, sweetheart?"

He punctuates his question with a kiss under your ear while he hikes the skirt of your dress up over your hips, his fingers finding the bare flesh there, dipping between your legs to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

"Just ask nice, baby, I'll give you whatever you need."

Fuck.

He grinds his hips into you again, his clothed cock poking into your back and making your head spin. You fight for your life to stay focused.

"Joel–I need–" you try again, embarrassingly out of breath as his fingers toy with the edge of your underwear. Focus focus focus.

"A shower," you finally choke out.

That stops him. He chuckles, loosening his grip around you so you can turn to face him.

"Sand is in places it shouldn't be," you confess facetiously. A natural consequence of swimming in the ocean. Not really something you want to be dealing with right now.

Joel grins, his brown eyes alight.

"You don't gotta ask nice for that," he says, placing two palms on either side of your face and caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs. He ducks forward to place one quick, chaste kiss to your lips and then he's pulling away, nodding towards the bathroom. "C'mon."

"T-together?" you stammer.

"No?"

You shake your head; you hadn't been protesting, if anything you'd been hopeful. Your head just feels so foggy at the moment your fucking voice isn't coming out right. You can't remember the last time a man had left you this flustered. "No–I–yeah."

Joel smirks, already making his way to the bathroom, leaving you frozen in the middle of his room, calling back to you as he does.

"Y'can put your swimsuit on f'you're nervous," you hear him say as he flicks the bathroom light on. "But you should know I've been dyin' to see what you got under there. That little dress you've been wearin' don't leave much to the imagination."

Sure, it's the dress, you think. Not that skimpy-ass bikini he'd bought you.

"M'not nervous," you mutter, but it's mostly to yourself, as the sound of running water from the bathroom drowns out your voice.

You take a deep breath and follow after him.

The shower is already steaming up his bathroom, which, again, is identical to yours; a massive tub accompanied by a large, glass-walled, stand-up shower. You notice that the shower head is also like yours, the water falling like rain over the dark porcelain. More distractingly though, you notice Joel, standing naked with his back to you, thick muscles on full display, one strong arm outstretched under the stream, testing the waters.

"Fuck," you hear yourself whisper before you can stop it. Joel hears it too; he rounds on you in an instant and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of his naked front, greying hairs on his chest descending into a patchy happy trail, all leading to his cock, semi-hard between his luscious thighs and fuck–

He's big. You'd already begun to suspect as much but now there's no question.

You're fucking gawking and Joel just grins.

"Not too late to back out, sweetheart."

Yeah, right.

"No…Joel," you whisper, inching closer to him, your eyes raking over every perfect detail of his body. "Fuck–you are…so hot."

Fifty? There's no fucking way.

Joel laughs, the sweet sound echoing like wind chimes off the porcelain.

"That's you," he contends, extending a hand out to you. Not for the first time today. You grip it like a life preserver.

He tugs you gently into him, his smile fading as he takes in your face and body, his eyes glazing over with something else entirely. There's no fear as his fingers slip under the thin straps of your dress, grazing lightly over your shoulders as he slides them down your arms, exposing your bare chest beneath when the fabric falls to your ankles.

His breath stutters and so does yours as he traces a line back up your arms, across your collarbone and down your sternum. His touch is precise and slow, and his eyes never leave your skin.

Then he caves.

"Fuck me," he groans when his hands at last cup your breasts, kneading them under his warm palms, pebbling your nipples with ease. "So damn pretty, baby."

He dives forward to kiss your neck, his hands wandering down the curve of your back while yours tangle in his curls, sighing at the way it makes him shiver.

"Jesus…" Joel breathes distantly against your shoulder as his hands find your ass and squeeze. "This is bad, huh?"

"Terrible," you agree but your own lips are mapping the tan skin of his shoulders, wetness growing at your core when you feel his cock stiffening against your thigh.

"Can't stop, though…" His fingers hook under the waistline of your panties, slipping them over your hips till they join your dress on the tiled floor.

"Don't want you to."

Joel chuckles darkly, detaching himself from you with a final kiss below your ear.

"You sure?"

You grip the sides of his face with certainty. "Yes."

A million fucking times yes.

His responding grin is downright devilish. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

You nod, stepping out of the heap of clothes at your ankles to let him lead you into the shower.

Your bodies are quick to meld back together under the cascading stream of hot water, Joel's arms snaking their way around you again. Everything feels brand new and dizzying, that trancelike state from earlier seeming to overtake you as your hands wander over the expanse of his chest and up his neck. You drag your fingernails through his hair, pushing back his greying curls and drinking in his features. You think he looks so handsome like that; you've thought so since that first day by the pool. His eyes slip closed at your touch and his dick twitches against your thigh and it makes you feel fucking powerful.

You need him so bad it hurts.

"Joel…" you say, voice laced with adoration.

"Hmmm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

His eyes fly open, seemingly stunned into silence by your rather forward offer. His eyes scan your face, not unlike the way they had that night at the bar, like he's assessing you for signs of duplicity.

You know he won't find any.

"Or do I have to ask nicely?" you press him alluringly, splaying your hands out on his chest.

It seems to strike a nerve. The uncertainty in his eyes is replaced by something else, something far more commanding, blackness taking up warm brown as he pulls you in tighter, gaze fixed on your parted lips.

"Fuck–yeah," he growls and the edge his voice takes on makes him sound like a totally different Joel. You don't hate it. "Yeah, baby, ask nice for it. Ask nicely to suck my cock."

Your heart hammers noisily in your chest as that quiet authority you'd heard through the wall becomes more apparent than ever.

"Please, Joel?" you plead, velvet soft, remembering how that word seemed to have affected him, your eyelashes batting against the pellets of water that fall over your face. "Can I suck your cock–please?"

"Jesus," he breathes, shaking his head as he seems to come back to himself a bit. "M'not gonna say no. But normally, this ain't how I do things."

"What do you mean?"

"Wanna make you feel good first," he purrs, right at your ear, as his hand reaches between your bodies to cup your pussy in his massive hand, the tips of his fingers hovering over your entrance.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Your mouth falls open and your eyebrows knit together as a choked gasp of his name catches in your throat. Joel grins.

He slips one finger into your core, sliding in to the first knuckle with ease. Your head falls back behind you, Joel's solid arm around your back keeping you upright.

"Wait."

It takes everything in you to grab his arm in both your hands and pry him off you. You want it. You want it so, so bad. But, right now, you want him more.

He's frowning when you meet his gaze.

"I'll let you make me feel good, Joel, I promise," you tell him, and it's true. You will. "But I really, really want to do this for you. You want me to say please again?"

Joel huffs out an exasperated laugh, shaking his head again in what looks like disbelief.

"Alright, one more time," he acquiesces. "Just 'cause I like hearin' it."

"Couldn't tell," you tease him lightly but then you widen your eyes in a manner you hope comes off as seductive, trailing your hands down his belly. "Please?"

"Fuck. Yeah. Yeah," he nods, releasing you to let you step back from under the showerhead. "Go on, sweetheart."

You dutifully fall to your knees before him. His cock, now rock hard, stands right at your eye line and you're once again taken by the fucking size of him. You experimentally take him in your hand, marveling at the way your fingers barely wrap around his girth.

"Hold on," he stops you. You peer up at him, your gazes locking as his hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb tracing a line along your bottom lip and tugging at it lightly, coaxing your mouth open wider for him.

"Fuckin' gorgeous," he remarks with an awed smile.

"That's you," you assert and it's so, so true. He's never looked more beautiful to you than he does right now, water running down his arms, soft thighs spread apart, that perfect belly protruding just above his impressive cock.

Joel Miller really is a sight to behold.

His lips twitch and he chuckles, low and deep in his chest. His hand moves to grip the side of your head, encouraging you forward till your lips make contact with the tip of his cock in a delicate kiss.

"Shit," he sighs.

You dart your tongue out and taste salt, lapping gingerly at the precum that's collected at his slit and relishing the way it makes Joel throw his head back and groan raggedly.

You like this part, if you're being honest, always considered yourself pretty good at giving head, at watching men come apart from just your mouth.

And you're dying to watch Joel Miller come apart. But you've also never had a dick as big as Joel Miller's in your mouth before.

It's a stretch to take him deeper, your jaw straining as you attempt to swallow more of him down, spluttering when, all too soon, his tip hits the back of your throat. You hastily pull off, embarrassed.

"Damnit."

"A lot to take, huh?" Joel says, clearly well-aware of his size, glancing down at you sympathetically.

"So big, Joel…"

"S'okay, sweetheart, take your time," he encourages you. "Think you can take all of it?"

You nod resolutely. "Wanna try."

"Yeah, you do," Joel smirks, pulling you in closer again. "Slowly, now. Can you look at me, gorgeous?"

You do as he says, focusing your eyes on his as you open wider, ducking forward to take him back in your mouth. This time, you're ready for it; you relax your throat, slackening your jaw as much as you can, sinking down on him until your nose makes contact with the hairs at the base of his cock.

"There you go," Joel praises you. "Good girl."

Oh, fuck.

The words go straight to your cunt and you moan around him, eyes fluttering closed as you start to move on him in earnest, emboldened by the sweet sound of his praise.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Joel observes.

You nod, eyes flashing open to meet his again, your mouth still so, so full of his cock.

"Mmm, answer me, darlin'," Joel presses you, his hand tightening in your hair.

"Yes," you mumble, a muffled sound around him.

"Yes what?"

You gasp for air when you back off him, your voice coming out more wrecked than you expect when you tell him,

"I like it, Joel." You really, really do.

"Shit…and a good listener, too," Joel marvels, grin still plastered to his face as he shakes his head. "Good fuckin' girl."

You're moaning as your lips close around his length again, one of your hands gripping him at the base as you focus the efforts of your tongue around his smooth, rounded tip. You can feel all of him like this, the the heavy weight of his dick, the strong veins that line the underside, the coarse hairs that collide with your fingers at the base. He's fucking delicious.

"Fuck me," Joel groans when you begin to bob on him faster. "Oh–fuck, you're good at that."

Now you moan, intoxicated by that fucking praise again, tongue gliding along the base of his cock as you move on him, up and down.

"So good, baby, makin' me feel so goddamn good."

You whimper around him, an almost pathetic sound, but you can't contain it. No man's ever been so complimentary towards you during a fucking blowjob, certainly not your ex. The most Chris had ever afforded you was a few timid grunts and, if you were lucky, a warning when he was about to come. The sounds Joel's making, meanwhile, are generous and lewd, praising you constantly as you work your mouth over his cock.

You're on your knees for Joel and it feels more like he's worshiping you.

"S'what you like to hear, huh?" he grunts, observant as ever. "What a good girl you are?"

"Mhmm." You love it. You really hadn't known that till now.

"You're fuckin' perfect," Joel rambles wildly, his voice coming out cracked as you increase your pace. You hollow your cheeks and daringly take him deep again, your lips nudging against your fingers clutching tightly at his base while the tip of his cock pokes at your throat.

"Christ, honey–gonna come in that pretty mouth f'you don't stop."

Good, you want that. You pull off him with a pop, inhaling a lungful of steamy air as you stroke his length with the hand you still have around him.

"Please…" you repeat, eliciting a throaty groan from Joel.

"Fuck–c'mere."

He sounds urgent now, and he feels it too, the way he tugs you back by your hair almost rough as he looms over you, shooing your hand away and pumping himself hard and fast.

"Stick your tongue out," he orders you gruffly and you obey without hesitation, displaying your tongue for him and watching his hand move with intent over his cock in short, deliberate strokes.

"Can you show me those eyes, sweetheart?" His voice comes out suppliant, desperate; how could you ever deny him when he sounds like that?

You cast your eyes upward yet again, meeting his rapturous gaze, catching the moment his contorted features slacken as ropes of come paint your tongue and cheeks. His laboured moan is loud and shameless as his free hand claws at the wet walls of the shower for stability. His body jerks above you, the muscles in his belly visibly tightening before they eventually release.

You remain perfectly still while he catches his breath, slowly coming back to himself as the motions of his fist come to a stop. His hand is on your jaw then, holding your mouth open and angling your face up.

"Stay right there a sec, let me see ya."

Easy enough. The corners of your lips twitch (as much as possible with your mouth still open wide for him) at the way Joel stares down at you in amazement.

"You make a pretty fuckin' picture, babygirl," he says and you'd fucking beam if you were able right now.

"You wanna swallow it?" he implores, cocking his eyebrows.

You nod. Joel grins.

"Go on."

You keep your eyes on him as you curl your tongue back into your mouth, closing your lips and swallowing down his bitter, salty come. Joel gapes at the sight, cursing to himself quietly when you run your fingers over your cheek to retrieve the rest of his spend, closing your lips around your digits and sucking them clean.

Maybe it's a little performative. But it's worth it just to watch his reaction.

"You taste good," you tell him truthfully.

Joel laughs, breathless and a little incredulous. "Jesus, you're a dirty little thing, aren't ya?"

"Uh-huh," you smirk, letting him help you back to your feet. His lips are on yours in an instant, licking into your mouth under the stream of the showerhead. It catches you by surprise.

"You really wanna kiss me right now?" you ask bemusedly, breaking away once he's effectively stolen your breath, but his lips chase after you.

"Why wouldn't I?" he implores, crushing his mouth into yours again, his tongue swiping between your lips greedily.

"I just had your come in my mouth," you giggle against his lips.

Joel leans back far enough for you to see him frown. "You think I give a shit about that?"

You shrug shyly. You can think of one particular person who used to absolutely give a shit about that.

Joel tuts disapprovingly, like he can read your mind. When he kisses you again, it's softer, his big hands clutching at your face again to hold you in place while his tongue explores yours without any trace of inhibition.

"What can I do for you, darlin'?" he asks after what seems like hours. Your body feels like Jell-O after kissing him for so long, your brain consumed by nothing but hot steam and JoelJoelJoel.

"I believe I was promised a shower," you find it in yourself to tease.

Joel's face dissolves into a familiar crooked grin. "And all I did was a make a mess of you, huh?"

"I asked for it, to be fair."

"Thank god for that."

But then he does take the time to help you wash up for real, laving your skin clean with hotel soap and running his hands over every inch of you, slow and meticulous. It's quiet for a long while, a sense of peace taking hold as it always seems to with Joel. The only sounds exchanged are those of your shared giggles when water splashes in your eyes or your limbs wind up tangled under the showerhead.

The persistent buzz of arousal seems to fade after a while (not because it isn't intimate and sexy and perfect, because it fucking is), but because three nights worth of shitty sleep are slowly catching up with you, exacerbated by the stuffy heat of the shower and Joel's lulling, patient touch.

When your fingers are pruney and your eyelids are drooping, Joel finally cuts the water. He kisses the top of your head before he steps out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist, handing you your own from the superfluous stack left by the hotel cleaning staff.

"I'll give you a minute," he offers. "S'an extra robe hangin' on the door f'you want it."

You smile, granting him a quiet, "Thanks," and then he's ducking out of the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You assess your face in the misty mirror as you dry yourself off. Your lips look a little swollen and your eyes are burning wild above the bags that are developing beneath them. You notice the beating of your heart has slowed perceptibly.

You take a deep breath. Now what? You've crossed the threshold and then some with Joel but that tinge of uncertainty still hasn't left you. Maybe it's because of the uncomfortable realization pricking at the corner of your mind that it feels more than physical, this attraction to Joel. Acknowledging that seems more dangerous than anything you've felt so far.

You put it out of your mind and decide to play it by ear for now. Enjoy this time with Joel for what it is. Whatever it is.

You wrap his spare robe around your body and brush out your wet hair with your fingers, emerging from the bathroom to find Joel laid out on his bed, clad up in his own robe and grinning at you contentedly.

"You want somethin' from the minibar?" he asks.

"Any Blue Lagoons in there?" You're only half-kidding.

Joel's smile swells. "If only. Y'wanna order room service?"

You smirk at him fondly but ultimately shake your head. One drink and you might just pass right out. You feel like you might just do that anyway.

"Hey, I'm also...I'm more'n happy to return the favour," he cocks his chin towards the shower, as if to remind you exactly what is he's offering you. "F'you want."

"I bet you are," you snicker but then you sigh. You can hardly believe it, considering how turned on you'd felt just an hour ago, how turned on you've been since yesterday, but you genuinely don't think you can keep your eyes open much longer. "To be honest, Joel, I really am exhausted."

"S'alright," he assures you, though you catch the way his face falls, just the tiniest bit. "Would love to get my mouth on you, but that's your call, sweetheart."

You swallow tightly. Joel just keeps surprising you. You can't remember the last time a man ever claimed to look forward to eating you out.

"How 'bout tomorrow?" you suggest.

His smile is back in an instant. "Whenever you want it, darlin'."

He looks so inviting laid out on his white duvet, his back propped up against the headboard. His robe just barely reveals that heavenly patch of chest hair, the space beside him calling out to you like a lighthouse to a lost ship.

Are you really supposed to just go back to your own room now?

"Um…hey, Joel, you can say no…" you mutter, inexplicably nervous all of a sudden. "But…could I sleep here? With you? Just–just sleep, that's all."

You just really don't want to be apart from him. Not yet.

He looks taken aback for a moment, his brows furrowing as his head cocks to the side. You genuinely think for a second that he might turn you down but–

"'Course," he nods. "Was kinda hopin' you would. C'mon."

You burn with warmth, padding towards his bed and slipping under the duvet beside him. You curl into a ball at his side and when you glance up at him, you find he's staring out his window to the storm still raging outside. Silence befalls you again as the faraway sounds of roaring thunder and howling wind echo around his suite. You can't stop looking at him.

"Can I cuddle you, Joel?" you ask eventually. Joel turns to smile down at you, extending a hand across his body for you to take hold of.

"You don't gotta ask, baby," he murmurs. "I got you, c'mere."

He tugs you into his chest, draping your arm over his plush tummy. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the woodsy scent of him, masked but still very much there beneath the clean smell of soap. The steady rise and fall of his ribs beneath you is persuasively soothing and before long, your breaths begin to match his as your eyes slip shut.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" Joel suddenly asks in a hushed murmur, cutting through the fog of sleep threatening to consume you. He still sounds wide awake.

"Hm?"

Joel sighs.

"I know you got some kinda beef with your mom right now over that piece of shit ex-boyfriend of yours…maybe your old man, too, I don't know…"

You blink up at him, frowning as you work to understand where he's going with this. He takes a deep breath.

"Are you doin' all this with me to…get back at them or somethin'? It's okay f'you are. I just need to know."

His voice is level, but there's an undercurrent of concern lurking beneath them, the control he'd shown you in the shower melting away to reveal...insecurity? You shake your head.

"It's not like that, Joel," you assure him, infusing your sleepy voice with as much conviction as you can muster. "I promise."

You mean it. You don't know what it is like, but you know it's not like that.

"Alright," he nods.

He sort of half-smiles before he's wrapping an arm securely around your waist and hugging you closer into his side. You hook one of your legs over his and sigh when you feel his lips brush your hair.

You're too tired to turn the question around on him, to ask his reasons for doing this with you. Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.

"Goodnight, Joel. Thank you for letting me stay."

"G'night, sweetheart."

You drift away in the safety of Joel's embrace, descending into the deepest, most comfortable sleep you've had since your vacation began.

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irisintheafterglow · 7 months

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uno wild card: stop writing for coparenting!megumi with satoru or draw 25

me, with 95 cards already in my hand:

also cw this is angst/comfort 'cause apparently i'm in the mood for pain

"shh, shh, baby. you're okay. i'm right here. you're okay." his breath is still rapidly uneven, chest heaving while you hold him in your lap on his mattress. "megs, you need to breathe. you're okay. i've got you." it wasn't often that megumi had nightmares; but, every few months, something triggered in his mind and had him seeing monsters that weren't real. as if by instinct, you felt that something was off tonight. there wasn't any time for explanation as you peeled satoru's arms from your torso, just a hyperfocus on the panicked child in the next room over.

"i don't-i don't-" his voice breaks into strangled cries and his little fingers grip tighter on your clothes, one of satoru's old pajama shirts. fat drops run down his cheeks, eyes irritated and red. you continue to hush the boy, gently running your fingers through his hair as his tears soak through the fabric of your top.

"they won't get you, megs. i promise," you whisper into his temple, pressing your lips tenderly to his forehead. "you're okay." his chokes for air have decreased slightly, but he's still trembling like you'd just pulled him from a frozen-over lake.

"where's satoru?" you sigh, chest aching at the implications of those two words. it wasn't that megumi didn't want you there. whatever woke him up must have distressed him so much that he was actually acknowledging your boyfriend. it broke your heart into a few more pieces.

"next door, fast asleep. do you want me to go get him?" he immediately tenses against you, wrapping his arms around your neck so you couldn't get up. "megs?"

"please don't leave me," he pleads. his voice is small and riddled with fear. you nod, slipping one arm under his tiny legs so that he's hanging on you like a monkey.

"can i bring you to our bed? is that okay?"

"mhmm," he hums exhaustedly into your shoulder. his breaths have evened out to a relatively calm rhythm, but he still holds on to you like you'd launch into the stratosphere if he let go. pulling back the covers with one hand, you gently set the boy down next to satoru, who sleepily blinks open a curious blue eye.

"and where might you be going?" he quietly asks in the darkness of the room, propped on an elbow as you make to go back to megumi's bed. megumi was already fast asleep, curled into himself with satoru's hand protectively on his head.

"i'll be right back; i'm gonna go grab his wolf."

"come back quickly. i miss you," he yawns and you can tell it's taking a lot out of him to not fall back asleep. still, his constant need for your presence has you chuckling under your breath.

"i've been awake for five minutes, love."

"five minutes too long, so hurry up." it's barely twenty seconds that you're gone, picking up megumi's favorite stuffie and crawling back under the blankets with your boys. his arms unconsciously wrap around the wolf and he sighs deeply in contentment. despite the calm, your chest still felt like it was aching for the boy and it was almost too much. it almost is, until satoru's hand reaches out to brush your cheek with his knuckles. "hey, beautiful."

"hi, handsome. you okay?"

"i'm great, albeit a little sleepy," he drawls, glancing down at the snoring kid between your bodies. "nightmare?" you hum in assent, pulling megumi closer when he flips over to hug you. satoru takes his chance and tugs both of you into him until his arms stretched over both you and megumi. "he say what it was about?"

"he didn't, though it must have been pretty bad since he was asking for you," you reply. you expect a lightheartedly indignant protest, but all you're met with is a deep, deep frown. "why the face?"

"poor kid shouldn't be having nightmares so bad that he forgets he hates me." you scoff, careful not to wake the kid. your kid.

"he doesn't hate you, satoru."

"okay," he concedes, "'mildly dislikes' for the sake of comedy."

"there you go," you smile at him and he gazes lovingly back at you.

"you know, i really didn't plan for you to be part of this mentorship equation," he confesses and your eyebrow raises in question of his point. "but," he continues, pressing a kiss to your nose. "i'm so glad you're in it."

"i love you, satoru."

"you promise?"

"on the moon and the stars."

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catcze · 2 months

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#WRIOTHESLEY — Butterflies

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[ Typing… ] I will be so honest rn... if you don't like sappy lovesick shit you are going to cringe but if you DO like sappy lovesick shit 👀 say no more. He might be ooc but i do not care because i love him and I want him to love me 2 <3

“Hey Wrio?”

“Yes, my love?”

You’re not even sure if he’s fully awake. You don’t blame him if he isnt— it’s probably two-something in the morning and the both of you are neck-deep in the sheets of your bed. If anything, it’s a wonder why you’re still up.

“Nothing important, sorry,” you mumble, face buried in his chest. “Just… wondering about some things.”

“Like?”

Wriothesley’s hand rests on the expanse of your back, drawing slow, soothing shapes into your skin. When you glance up, his soft and sleepy expression greets you.

“Like… Like if you also get butterflies in your stomach and all that when you see me like... the way it is when I see you,” you admit quietly, snuggling closer, hoping to hide the expression on your face from his keen eyes.

There's a pause, and for a moment you wonder if you offended him somehow. An apology is hastily on the tip of your tongue, thinking that you'd crossed some unspoken line and had jeopardized everything.

But Wriothesley pulls you up and up before you can speak— far up enough on the pillow that you're now seeing him eye-to-eye instead of hiding in his chest. There's no anger or apprehension in his face, only a gentle fondness and the sweetest smile.

One of his hands cups your cheek and the other wraps around you, keeping you flush against him. His hands are so warm against you— so at odds with the alignment of his vision. Even his cool blue eyes are warm and soft when they connect with yours, enraptured by the sight before him.

Wriothesley's voice is a low murmur when he speaks, softened by affection. "My love, every time I see you, even in passing, it feels like my heart will beat right out of my chest. It's like the whole room just lights up and I can't see anything else but you, you know? You're in every one of my thoughts, every crevice of my heart, you wonderful thing. I take one look at you and I can never get enough."

He presses a kiss to each eyelid. His words are sweet like honey as he holds your face so gently in his palm. "I'm so devoted to you, darling. I could stare into these eyes for the rest of my life, and I would know the meaning of peace."

With one hand, he twines his fingers with yours, lifting your joined hands to his lips with reverence, and placing a kiss on the back of your hand. "Whenever I feel you under my palms, no matter how fleeting, I feel every single part of me come alive— as if you've sent sparks to me through your very finger tips."

Wriothesley's hand untangles from yours then, just so that he can guide it to rest on his chest, right above his heart. Even through the cotton of his sleep shirt, you can feel it racing under your palm. You glance up, and nearly buckle at the expression on his face. He is so, so in love with you— in every definition of the world, in every way that one person can fall in love. He smiles.

"My whole heart is yours. It beats and it sings and it aches all for you. Whenever you're nearby, I feel like I can't breathe and I can't think. All I want is to make you happy and to make sure that you are loved, and to offer you the world, should you ask me of it."

"So to answer your question—" With a grin, he ends with a peck on your lips, and his forehead pressed against yours. Under your palm, you can feel his heart skip a beat.

"Yes, honey. I do, in fact, get 'butterflies and all that' whenever I see you."

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lost-and-ephemeral · 28 days

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helloooo, can i req cuddling with love and deepspace boys? :))

Imagine: Loving Embrace (ft. main trio)

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader (seperate)

Tags: pure fluff

A/N: i'm still feeling pretty bad mentally because too many things happened and i'm no longer taking antidepressants, but this little cute request was hard to resist ♡ I decided to focus on different situations instead of writing simple hcs for cuddles

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Rafayel: Cuddles for Inspiration

"Come here, I can't find my inspiration without you."

At least that's what Rafayel always says when he can't find the right balance between painting and wanting to spend time with you. So why not combine both!

Yes, he's covered in paint and, yes, its smell completely soaked his clothes, but you never say no to him. How could anyone resist his cute pouty face when he's asking for something like this?

The moment Rafayel pulls you by the waist and sits you on his lap, be prepared to spend a very, very long time like this. Especially if he's really inspired by your closeness.

And he just can't let go of his muse in the middle of the creative process, right?

Rafayel holds you firmly but gently by your waist while his chin rests on your shoulder. His eyes are either closed as he thinks about something or focused on the canvas.

Sometimes his fingers draw invisible abstract shapes on your waist. He does it instinctively, without thinking. Or he plays with your own fingers while he draws details with his other hand.

"See? Without you, this painting wouldn't be complete."

Zayne: Cuddles for Productivity

"I need some cuddles to promote the production of oxytocin."

Zayne… Always remains Zayne, covering up his own desire to be closer to you with various medical terms and researches. It is cute in it's own way, actually.

He loves it when you hold him in your arms and he can completely relax for a while, resting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. He'll definetely call it a way to check your heath too.

Zayne loves to cuddle before or after work most of the time, but he won't refuse to be there for you during his break at work.

He needs to find the energy to keep working, after all.

He probably prefers to keep quiet during yor cuddling session, but if you want to tell him something, go ahead, Zayne won't say a word against it.

In fact, he even enjoys hearing your stories. Just make sure they don't contain things about your work that might alarm him. Otherwise, he might go back into strict doctor mode. But it's still only because of his love and care for you.

"Have you heard that hugs or any other show of affection can have health benefits, including reducing fear, stress, and pain? So it is good for both of us."

Xavier: Cuddles for Sleep

"My internal battery is completely drained."

And with these words Xavier will make himself comfortable in your arms while you're lying on the couch or bed and scrolling on social media.

And that's not even a joke, he's actually completely exhausted after spending the last couple days on missions without proper rest. You know Xavier, he either works non-stop or goes into hibernation after that. It'll take some time to change his habits.

In this state, he's more like a big plush toy, and you can do whatever you want with him. But the best idea is to play with his hair. This action always relaxes him.

After all, only in your hands he can find such a desired comfort.

Xavier will tell you about how his last mission went while you cuddle. Well, he will try to do it before sleep finally consumes him. And you'll be able to hear perfectly how his voice grows quieter and quieter with each word.

He's so cute when he's sleepy, isn't he? You can even tell him that to get a quiet chuckle in return. Xavier doesn't mind your little teasing.

"It's so warm in your arms, I swear I… I can't stay awake anymore…"

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader

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allfearstofallto · 1 month

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PLS CAN YOU FEED US MORE hero of the nation knight!childe ON MY KNEES I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND I SEARCHED EVERYWHERE FOR A FIC LIKE THIS

This took FOREVER to write, but here you go!!

Blessings Be to The Hero of the Nation

Historical AU

Yandere Hero of the Nation! Childe x Fem! Reader

TW: yandere themes, stalking, minor character death, blood, threatening, forced marriage/engagement

He kept one of your hair ribbons wrapped around the hilt of his sword. It billowed in the wind constantly and would draw watchful eyes to it. That pastel pink fabric didn't match a single thing on his brutish, usually bloody exterior, but he still kept it regardless. You tragically didn't give it to him in a blatant display of affection and well wishes for him on his journey, instead, he found the little ribbon after it'd blown off your head and up to the wind. A little pout formed on your lips realizing you'd lost it, but you decided against retrieving it. He didn't though. He picked it up and placed it in his pocket, taking it home to clean off the dirt and grime.

That same ribbon was clenched in his hands when he arrived at the gate of your manor, along with a few other gifts that he would give to you. He'd just slayed the dragon, the wretched menace that was terrorizing the nation, now and only now did he feel worthy to ask for your hand. Cleaning off all the blood and gore that was on his armor, polishing it into light metal that could blind anyone who looked directly at it, he was certain that this would charm you off of your feet.

When he was invited into your home by your parents who were surprised to see the hero himself at their door, he didn't care about the tea or the cakes. The praise meant nothing coming from them. He skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point. He wanted your hand in marriage and he wanted the wedding to be soon.

A skittish expression crossed your father's face as he gritted his teeth, “We've decided to leave that decision up to her.” Childe smirked, that was even better. He'd never met a woman who wouldn't fall for his charms.

You were called down from your room, eyelids heavy and half open, still in your thin sleeping gown with a robe over it. You were rubbing the tiredness from your eyes as you walked down the stairs, your other delicate hand gripping the banister. And when you saw him, you bowed. A deep traditional bow, given to those of a respectable higher status.

He kneeled down on one knee before you. The male kneeled for only one person, the queen herself. His sword pulled from its sheath, he laid it flat against his palms, offering it up to you. That knocked the sleepiness from his body and suddenly your eyes were wide open. Genuine shock was making your body stiff as a board and you looked back and forth to your parents who didn't say a word.

“Your visage has danced around my heart non stop since the first time I laid eyes on you. I wish to use this sword only to fight for you. Won't you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Words spoken in honor, with him meaning every bit of it. You were meant to take the sword from his hands, tapping it gently upon each of his shoulders, but you didn't. You just stood there, lips trembling, but not saying anything.

A marriage proposal via a letter was easy to ignore or reject, you didn't have to see their reaction. But never had you had someone be so bold as to propose to you in person. And not only that, the very hero that saved the Kingdom. Rumors told you he'd be marrying the first princess, she obsessed over him before he became the hero and those feelings seemed to only grow stronger after he waltzed into the city with the bloody head of the beast. Yet here he was at your feet, patiently anticipating your answer which he was positive was going to be a yes.

“I-'' you began, trying to think of the easiest way to let him down gently, “I fear that I'm not ready for marriage yet.” You said hurriedly. That wasn’t entirely a lie. You spent countless hours looking at the list of marriage candidates and scoping them out at balls and parties, but quickly realizing that none of them suited your tastes in that way. The entire idea of being wed barely satisfied you. You wanted to push it off for as long as possible.

“I'm willing to wait for you until the world crumbles. I'd even accept being your fiance until the day we die, as long as I can say you're mine,” he was persistent, you'd give him that.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously. Time felt as if it had stopped and this moment would never end. No matter what you did, he was still going to be there, “I thought you were to be wed to her highness, the princess?” You questioned him.

A scoff fell from his cherry pink lips, eyes looking you up and down, drinking in every inch of your body in that thin nightgown, “She does not interest me. Not the way you do.”

“There is really nothing interesting about me,”

“Won't you let me be the judge of that?”

Your shoulders slumped as you looked to your parents. They seemed as surprised by his persistence as you did, but weren't going to step in to help you, they always affirmed that it was your decision, they wanted you to be independent.

“Forgive me, hero, but I can not accept your offer,”

For just a split second you saw that princely expression slip. His eyes grew dark, lips in a deep frown, a rage you'd never seen before. But he was back to his usual expression in less than a second, that charming smile forming on his lips again as he stood from his knees and sheathed his sword a little too slowly.

“You wound me, my lady,” he'd mutter softly, hands still conveniently tight around the hilt of this sword, “Won't you please accept my gifts? And if you are to begin considering marriage, I hope that my proposal will be remembered fondly.”

Childe showed himself out, a little too quickly, but you didn't dare tell him to slow down. It was only once he was out those large double doors, did the air in your home feel breathable, you finally felt safe again. You watched his carriage leave from a window, watching as his eyes went dull again, losing all shimmers and feeling like a hollow mimicry of what humans were supposed to look like.

You were quite embarrassed to say you fell in love after that. Not with Childe, of course. You mentally tried to push the man from your mind after the way he startled both you and your family. Instead, your feelings developed for a commoner boy. You found yourself eyeing him when he'd deliver produce to your home, his face being one of pure beauty despite his messy exterior. As months went by, you'd catch yourself stealing bashful glances at him, locking eyes only for both of you to look away shyly. When the engagement was announced, Childe was one of the first to hear about it.

You twirled around the house in your wedding dress. Something plain and basic, but it was what your family could afford, and quite honestly, you loved it. You didn't want to take it off. Your fear of getting it dirty lessened as the days went by, until the wedding was only a week away.

“A guest for you, my lady,” one of your maids had said. Typically, when the employees of the house saw you dressed in your white gown, they'd smile at you, overjoyed as well. But she didn't. She looked worried, even a bit tense as she made the announcement to you.

“I hadn't arranged to meet anyone today,” you said a bit quietly, going to you closer to pick out something to change into, “Please tell them to wait in the day room.”

She stood stiffly for a second, then opened her trembling mouth to speak again, “I tried to, my lady. But he insisted on seeing you right now. He's just outside the door,”

A part of you wanted to ask who it was, who would be so disrespectful as to barge right up to a lady's room without her permission. But you already knew. There was a sense of unease sinking into your stomach. Unease and recognition. All the gifts and letters he'd sent weren't enough, were they? The man you were ignoring just had to come see you in person.

“Let him in,” you told the maid. She seemed confused at the ease at which you allowed such a thing, but still opened the door, revealing Childe who stood still in the hallway. He stepped past her, eyes only trained on you, “You're dismissed,” you said quietly, with a reassuring smile to the maid. Hesitance danced across her face, looking back and forth between you Childe, but she still did as told, bowing before leaving.

“You look lovely,” he said breathlessly, taking in the sight of you in that pure white dress.

“Thank you,” was all you could think to say back. Now that he was here before you, your mind was growing blank, all the things you wanted to say suddenly getting lost in fear. You tried not to notice the tension in the room, the way he was eyeing you like a predator about to pounce on a rabbit, but even your tough exterior was easy to see through.

“My heart aches for you, my lady,” he speaks softly while taking slow steps towards you. The terror of this situation made you move backwards, until your feet had made you press your back against the wall, “I fear that my haste might've made me do something…irrational.”

His dominant hand seems focused on the sword at his hip, making you look at it. It was only when you saw the red speckles all over his hand, hilt of the sword, and the oddly familiar pink ribbon he kept tied around it, did that coppery smell fill your nostrils.

With a trembling voice and a fake smile, you tried to assure him, “Any mistake is fixable, Sir Childe.”

“Not this one,” his hand continued to hold the hilt of his sword, squeezing it a few times as of testing the weight of his blade, “Do you know the best part of being the hero? The dragon slayer?” He asked, waiting for your response which was just a slow, forced shake of your head, prompting him to continue, “It's not the riches or the praise. It's not even the women.” As he speaks, one of his hands slides down from your cheek, to your neck, to the bodice of your dress. Tearful eyes look down to see him smearing that red liquid, that blood onto you white dress, staining it.

“I don't understand,” you mumbled, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“The best part of being the hero, is the freedom to do what I want. With no prosecution. Who in their right mind would stand up to the man who saved our failing nation? The answer is no one. Not the king, nor his workers, and especially not your weak little fiance,”

The sight and smell of blood, Childe's deep, hollow blue eyes, the way your heart felt as if it wanted to lurch out of your mouth. All things you tried to focus on as his words pounded their way into your skull, understanding washing over you like a wave that was trying to drown you where you stood.

“Wh-what did you do?” Your voice, so high pitched and breaking as the weight of the words forced through your body.

His hand, cold, soft, wet with blood rubbed your cheek, while his face never faltered, those dead eyes never changing, he had no remorse. It made you sick to your stomach, images of your fiance flashing through your head as you tried to imagine what he looked like, the hopeful ones saying that he was at least still alive.

“I'm going to ask again, nicely this time,” he began while pulling a ring from his pocket. Much more intricate than the one your fiance had given you, seeing as he had the hero's budget. But that didn't make you feel any less light headed when it was slipped onto your ring finger, freezing cold against your warm skin, “Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?”

#mai<3 answers #genshin #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #genshin childe x reader #childe x reader #historical au

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astraystayyh · 10 months

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nights with hyunjin <3

little fluffy hyunjin fic inspired by the fact he sends good night msgs on bubble at the latest hours. lowercase intended.

2 am

"where do you see yourself in twenty years?" you whisper, buried under the thick white covers with Hyunjin. You can't see his face, but your nose brushes against his and his warm hand is on your back, keeping you close.

"where will you be in twenty years?" he replies instantly and you feel your cheeks heat up at his words.

"hyune, just answer the question," you whine after a few silent beats and he giggles slightly, "i am. doesn't matter where I'll be, as long as you're there."

you draw in a deep breath, suddenly feeling as if his words were keeping you at his mercy, completely unarmed. "you mean it?" you ask, grabbing onto his arm tightly.

"i do," he reassures, bopping his nose softly against yours, "you are my present and future, angel."

3 am

"what are you drawing?" you ask as you enter hyunjin's art studio, two cups of chamomile tea in your hands. you place them down and stand behind hyunjin, who leans his back onto your chest, melting into your touch. you wrap your arms around his shoulders in response, softly kissing the top of his hair. he smells like your shampoo.

"a house," he replies. his left hand wraps around your thigh, grazing up and down the exposed skin. "our house, i hope," he adds quietly and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"ours?"

"mm. wanna buy you a house. with a little garden and a view of the beach."

"i'll plant lots and lots of flowers for us there." you smile, admiring the pastel colors blending seamlessly in his painting.

"just make sure they won't die," he teases and you fake a gasp, "are you underestimating my gardening capabilities?"

hyunjin blindly grabs your arm, spinning you around so you'd sit on his lap.

"nonsense, you are my little florist," he grins cheekily and you touch his cheeks softly.

"these are cute," you tell him, referencing to his now apparent dimples. little pools for you to drown in.

"you are cuter."

"I'm still not over your flowers comment."

"I will kiss you for every flower you plant."

"that's a lot of kisses."

"i know," he smiles at you, his eyes turning into moon crescents. yours.

5 am

"can't believe she still likes him," hyunjin huffs loudly and you laugh, your hand softly threading through his hair.

"it's just a show baby."

"i know but listen," he stands up from between your legs, eyes wide looking into yours, "he just told her he doesn't find her beautiful. who says that to their lover?"

"he's stupid, she's clearly out of his league and he's threatened by that."

"right!" he claps in agreement, "she deserves better."

"she does," you giggle as he lays down again, face now buried in your chest.

"you do know i find you the most beautiful person in the world?" he whispers and your eyes soften at him.

"you tell me."

"but do you know it?"

"i do."

"good, because if you didn't then I'm a horrible boyfriend too," he shudders and you giggle at the horrified look on his face.

"you aren't, my love."

later on that night, while you are brushing your teeth, hyunjin pops his head into the bathroom. "baby," he calls out and you hum in reply.

"you are beautiful," he says and you raise an eyebrow in question at him, mouth full of toothpaste.

"just making sure you don't forget it."

4 am

"I'm getting sleepy," you say quietly. it was nearing four am and hyunjin has been playing with your hair for what felt like an eternity. braiding small sections of it, only to open them once again.

"me too."

"let's try to sleep."

"don't want to," he mumbles against your hair and you chuckle. "why?"

"if we go to sleep then it will be morning really soon which means i have to leave you."

his words make your heart clench in your chest. nights with hyunjin were your favorite parts of your existence. there was no pressure, no expectations on the both of you. you could just be two humans in love, under the kind gaze of the moon.

"okay, baby. what do you want to do?"

"i just want to look at you," he says quietly and you nod, getting away from his hold. you lay your head on your pillow and he does the same, this way you're both facing each other.

you feel yourself relax completely under hyunjin's gaze, because it's filled with love. for you. his pointer finger traces over your features, delicately, as if he was grazing a porcelain vase. and you let him. his touch is so soft it makes something warm stir within your stomach. it wasn't untamed butterflies, fluttering their wings to escape. it was something comfortable and safe, finding its home within you.

"you are so pretty," he whispers and you smile softly at his words.

"so are you." your right hand rises gently to rest on top of his cheek, and you swipe your thumb slowly across it. hyunjin's eyes flutter closed at the contact and you feel a wave of fondness flood within you.

you'd do anything to preserve this serene look on his face.

"try to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." you finally say.

"you promise me?"

"i promise."

#not proofread just trying to get out of a writing slump #hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #hyunjin fluff #skz hyunjin #skz fluff #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids hyunjin

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peachesofteal · 7 months

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That nurse au? Devoured it and it lives in my brain rent free. If Simon and Johnny notice the bruises on Nurse do they share looks? Maybe Johnny tries to gently ask about them? I loved this so much.

Anon is referencing this. The way nurse x ghoap has spread through my brain like a flesh eating bacteria is insane. And I can't actually answer this ask because I'm writing it as a fic but I'm happy to give you a little possible snippet/glimpse/ramble down below:

The tablet in your hand chimes, drawing your attention away from the vending machine and to it's far-too-bright-for-this-ungodly-hour screen, to where it displays a status change in red.

268: 38.5 degrees.

Fuck. You abandon your sub par dinner options for nearly sprinting to the room, slowing to a walk to take long, deep breaths before your knuckles are rapping on the glass. Get control of yourself. Simon is too perceptive. He will panic. It could be nothing.

You don't even bother acknowledging your thought process there, the truth that is starting to bleed from your heart, through your body like a disease. The reason why you check on them so often, the reason why you can't stop thinking about them, even when you're off shift. The reason why, when you go home in the morning to go to bed, you drift off thinking about Johnny's sleepy smile, or Simon's voice, humming in your ears.

"Hi." You whisper when you slip inside. He straightens a bit in the armchair, but you're happy to see he's using it as a recliner now, progress from last week when he wouldn't even let himself lean backwards, or fall asleep willingly.

His brow furrows above the black mask.

"Hey, everything alright?" Shit. You're not surprised, you were just in here, after all. Spending too much time sitting in the chair opposite him, next to Johnny, on your break before your patient fell asleep.

"Yeah, I ah... have to draw some blood." You really do not want to wake him up, or alarm Simon, but you also refuse to lie to either of them. You fire off a text to the attending on call, just to advise him of Johnny's temperature and the impending labs that he can expect, before sliding a drawer open as softly as possible and pulling out everything you'll need. You can feel his gaze burning a hole in your scrubs, his ever present scrutiny impossible to escape. Sometimes you think he might be reading your fucking mind.

"He just fell asleep." He protests, and you think, you imagine, that he's frowning behind the mask. You think you almost know what it looks like, strong mouth pulled downwards in consternation, wide jaw gnashed tight.

"I know, but he's running just a bit of a fever." He jolts, and you hold up a hand in caution. "It's not too high, so I'm not super worried, but we'll need to check his white cell count, just in case okay? And then we'll go from there."

"Post op fever is common." He repeats the words you told him last week, after Johnny's second surgery, the one where they went in for the pneumothorax complication, and you nod to reassure him.

"Right. So, just going to do a quick blood draw and get it downstairs so we can find out what's going on." Simon shifts uncomfortably, but nods. You squeeze Johnny's shoulder softly, before swabbing the spot on the inside of his elbow.

He blinks, eyes opening slowly, confused brow smoothing when he looks from his partner, over to you.

"There's our girl." He mumbles softly, and your face heats, eyes widening in surprise before you regulate your reaction. Simon coughs, loudly, and you shake your head with a nervous smile.

"Such a flirt, MacTavish." You tie him fast, fingers a little more clumsy than usual, off balance from hearing him say 'our girl', like you mean something to them. "I just need to get some blood and then I'll leave you in peace." He shrugs, but Simon grabs for his hand and squeezes it.

"Ah come on, Si." He slurs, but reaches to cup Simon's cheek over the mask, rubbing a thumb over the fabric.

"You're runnin’ a fever, Johnny."

"Ach. 's nothing." He brushes it off, but you watch how his eyes are slow to track Simon's movements. You casually glance at the monitor, noting his blood pressure.

"Could be." You assure him. "But can't be too sure, so we're going to check a few labs, alright?" He nods, sleepy, already falling back under, and you pull the needle, taping a small patch of gauze over the puncture in one fell swoop. “Alright. Let me run these down, and I’ll be back up to check on you in a bit.” You turn, stripping your gloves off into the trash.

“We’ll miss ye.” He whispers, and you roll your eyes playfully, even as your stomach clenches.

Simon’s eyes don’t leave you for a single second, not until the door is shut and you’re out of sight.

#nurse x ghoap #idk what we're calling this #peaches asks #peaches writes #ghoap x reader #ghost x soap x reader #ghost x soap #simon riley #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader

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sugurugetofavoritemonkey · 1 year

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𝒫𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒻

Diluc x reader

You took all the pillows in the shared bed, therefore, Diluc had to find an alternative.

Fluff : No Trigger Warnings

800 words

My lovely husband Diluc deserves comfort and we deserve cuddles so here is something that I really enjoyed writing, I really hope this is good though, thus feedback is always appreciated <3

Diluc had enough of this.

He loves you more than anything, undoubtedly so.

But this had to stop tonight.

You were always stealing all the pillows in your shared bed.

“You little egoistic”, Diluc murmured while watching you sleep like a baby, with his heavy eyes. Although, even if the red-haired man was annoyed at this, he couldn’t help but gazed at you with so much love.

Diluc gave up on trying to get back to sleep after a moment.

Choosing for now to lay on his side, facing you, his left arm under his head, bringing him little to no comfort. Watching you sleep fondly was at least soothing him, a little smile forming on his lips at the picture before him.

Your head was resting on three pillows, while your hands were holding tightly a fourth pillow. His pillow. Diluc pouted at that. How many pillows do you need to fall asleep, he wondered.

Your eyes were shut peacefully, your mouth slightly agape, letting little snores slip from it. For a thief, you were indeed quite cute, he thought.

But even now, it seems that all the pillows weren’t enough for your slumber, when your hand unconsciously reaches for Diluc's shirt. His figure, apparently not close enough to your own body. Making Diluc chuckles quietly at your cuteness for the umpteenth time today. His own hand finding its way to the top of your head, threading his fingers through your hair to caress it gently for a moment. His calloused hand then decided to run lightly on your cheekbones, his thumb finishing the loving caress by cuddling your cheeks affectionately.

Your lover could almost fall asleep like this. Lulled by your little sleepy sounds, and the feeling of your soft skin under his dancing fingers.

Almost. If only his neck wasn’t bent in half, under his arm for several minutes now.

Fortunately Diluc was resourceful. If he couldn’t have his pillows then he would find something else to sleep on. Luckily, someone highly enticing was laying just in front of him. He just had to remove the pillow in between your arms, throwing it at the same time to the other side of the room, to take place in between your arms. His head relaxing on your chest, he couldn’t deny the fact that you were indeed even more comfortable than the pillows. He let out a little sigh at the warmth embracing his whole body, making him hold you tighter with his arms caging you in, wanting you as close to him as he could.

“You are crushing me right now”, came your voice heavy with sleep, not without a little chuckle from your part at the sight of your husband attached to you and without any intention of letting go. Diluc being too comfortable on his newly found pillow was a sight to behold, his broad back was covering most of your form while his loosen bright red hair cascaded on his side. You couldn't resist stroking his head lovingly, almost making him purr from the oh so pleasant sensation you were gifting him with your fingers.

Diluc was quick to answer, “A certain someone apparently stole all the pillows from me, thus I had no better choice than to find a better one, little thief.” While his hand found its way under your shirt, drawing random little shapes on your side playfully, “I don’t regret my choice though, it seems that this pillow is warmer, cozier and mainly…more exquisite I would dare to say”, your partner finishes with a kiss on your collarbones.

“I'm happy to be of use then”, you joked at him while still combing through his wild mass of hair, looking at him with a bright smile.

Diluc put all his weight on his arms to get eye-level with you, returning to his usual serious self for a second, “I always think that I can’t be more enamored with you than I am at the moment, still, each time I share a split second with you, I can not be more wrong”.

With that, you can’t find any words to match the passion from Diluc’s words, your eyes watering at the expanse of his love for you, that you can only return with a kiss, one mimicking the same fervor as his, your tongues dancing with each other for a short moment, but long enough to replicate your shared feelings.

With a last peck on your lips, Diluc returns to his previous position, his head on your chest with his hands under your shirt to let his fingers glide across your warm skin, while your own are lacing through his hair. A shared soothing moment, relishing the presence of the other, that soon changes to a deep slumber in a loving embrace.

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m4tthewsgf · 4 months

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If we go down, then we go down together.

Matt sturniolo x fem reader !fluff

Warning: anxiety attack, kissing

Author's Note: hi y'all I hope you're doing well! I came up with this while listening to "we go down together" by Dove Cameron and I just thought that it would be funny if the song was about elevators AND THEN I REMEMBERED MATT IS SCARED OF THEM so I was like YEAH!!!!!!! That was dumb I apologise but it's also kinda funny???? Idk y'all I'm really sleepy lmao. Enjoy!!! You're important!!

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One thing about Matt is that he hates elevators. The thought of being in an enclosed, tight space from which you couldn't immediately escape in case of an emergency along with at least 3 other people breathing right next to you made him shiver in fear. He still got in them, although it was not by choice, but he was always extremely nervous when he did so.

I have been dating Matt for almost two years now and I can read him like an open book; I can tell just from the way he fidgets with his necklace or earrings that he's anxious or how he frowns when he is really upset. I know how to have him calm down when he is really stressed since I've seen him go through a couple of panic attacks throughout our relationship and the thought of little him dealing with that always broke my heart.

I've known him for a while and I always knew I liked him. It always confused me how I was able to pull a man like him and most importantly, how he fell in love with me. It was honestly a confidence boost every time I thought about it.

"Baby, it's okay I'm going in there with you" I soothed him as we waited for the elevator to come the story where we were at. I always told him that to remind him that he wasn't alone and I'd be there as well, hoping to bring some sort of comfort in him and help him relax.

"Yeah but what if-" he started his usual «what if» monologue.

"Matt, there's not what ifs. You're going to be okay, I promise you, here" I cut him off as I interlocked our fingers together while drawing circles on his soft skin with my thumb, "I'm right here, I got you" I added with a soft smile.

"What would I do without you?" he smiled back and leaned down to place a sweet peck on my lips. He pulled away just in time before we heard the ding which signified that the elevator has arrived.

"Come on" I said tugging his hand towards the doors and heard him inhale sharply.

Honestly, it was kind of hilarious how scared he was of them, but that was something that I'd never say to him. I would never want to invalidate his feelings and I totally understand that the feeling of fear mixed up with anxiety is not a good combination. I mean, his fear was valid if I'm being honest, but it still made me want to chuckle a bit.

"See? Everything's okay, Matty!" I told him once we got inside and the doors closed. He just looked down at me and smiled softly. We were the only ones inside so he took the opportunity to pull me into a gentle but passionate kiss.

Kissing him has been one of my favourite things to do ever since we got together. His lips are so soft and it's one of my two favourite features of his, the other one being his eyes. Don't get me wrong, I love everything about him, but those two features are the ones I notice first in every person I meet. You see, it is widely known that the eyes are the mirror to one's soul, but I personally believe that one's mouth is as powerful as their eyes, if not more; the words that fall out of it can break you or heal you. It holds the power to make you feel insignificant like a tiny ant in this huge world or as important as oxygen. It can also make you feel worried when you see a loved one frown or warm inside when you see them smile and laugh. And Matthew's mouth always did the latter.

It can also make you feel euphoric, or at least that's how I felt every time I kissed Matt; once our lips collided, I could feel that fuzziness in my chest that only appeared when he was around. I felt as if I could lift the whole damn world with my bare hands! I felt alive! I felt safe and loved and cared for. When we kissed, nothing and no one else mattered, just the two of us.

"I love you" he whispered after he broke the kiss, his lips still brushing against mine. I couldn't help but blush at the sight in front of me while feeling his grip on my waist tighten.

"I love you more-" I whispered back but got cut off as I felt the metallic ground tremble underneath me. My eyes were locked in Matt's as I watched his widen.

"What- what was that?" he panicked and I immediately grabbed his hands.

"Baby, I bet it's nothing just-" I tried to reassure him but got cut off once more with a more aggressive shake. His grip on my hands tightened and his face went white. All of a sudden, we stopped moving.

This cannot be happening right now. I thought. I pulled out my phone to check if there's any signal but there was nothing. Not a single bar.

"Matt, I need you to listen to me, okay baby?" I softly said as I felt his hands tremble against mine. He slowly nodded his head and let out a shaky breath.

"I need you to sit down and try to control your breathing for me. I'm going to go and press the help button on the panel right there and I'm going to be right back to you in a second, mkay?" I spoke as calmly as I could and watched him as he sat down slowly. I went to the panel and pressed the button a couple of times praying that they got the signal.

"It's all going to be okay sweetheart, I promise. I'm right here" I soothed him while I sat down across from him. I noticed how he started fidgeting with the piece of jewellery that fell onto his chest and his shortened breaths.

"I- I think I'm- I'm having an a- attack" he said with a rumbling voice and I reached my hand out to hold his. I scooted over him and wrapped my other arm around his shoulder, his head now hidden into the crook of my neck.

"I know, Matty. How about we do our exercise, hm?" I whispered and started scratching my fingernails against his back. "I want you to close your eyes and imagine we're back in Boston and you're showing me around. Where are you taking me first?"

"Pro- probably my house?" he chatted and I laughed.

"Yeah but let's say you want me to take me out on a date on your favourite spot. Where would that be?"

"Oh. Well there's th- this place a f- few-" he gasped and squinted his eyes.

"You're doing great baby, so so well. Keep going for me, focus on my voice" I praised him and placed soft kisses on his hair while worry had started to fill my own body. Why are they not responding?

"It's a- a few miles away fr- from my h-house and it's a fl- flower valey" he continued after taking a couple of deep breaths.

"Really? And what kind of flowers are there?" I asked feeling the shake on his hands slowly decrease.

"There are sun- sunflowers and tu- tulips. There's other flow- flowers too but I don't know wh- what kind they are but I can re- recognise t- those two 'cause th- they're your f- favourites" he smiled and chuckled slightly.

"You're so cute" I cooed and placed another kiss on his forehead. "Now, what colours do you see?"

"There are s- so many. There's defi- definitely red, ye- yellow and pink and I t- think blue as well b- but I'm not sure. There are also so- some mountains so you see brown t- too" he shrugged.

"That's okay Matty, you're doing great. Are there any animals around?" I spoke softly and moved my hand from his back onto his hair, earning an approving hum from him. However, I still didn't get any response from the reception and I knew I had to go up there and press it again, but I didn't want to leave Matt's side. I wanted him to know he had my full attention.

"Oh yeah, y- you'd love t- them! There are co- cows, the fluffy ones that you l- like and horses!" he exclaimed, "I really ha- have to take you there." his once trembling voice was now somewhat ceased.

"I'd love that, Matt," I placed one more kiss on the top of his head, "And why is this your favourite place in Boston?"

"Well, the sunset from up there is a- amazing and I used to always go there to t- think and c- clear my head. It also reminds me of you" he spoke now with ease, lifting his head from my shoulder and letting out a deep breath which sounded like it was stored in his chest for a while.

"Really?" I asked amused.

"Yeah, its beauty is breathtaking and so is yours. Whenever I go there and look at the scenery, it always calms me down and makes me forget about any worries of mine, something that you do as well," he turned to look at me with an affectionate smile, "If you were any place in the world, you'd be that."

I placed my hands on his cheeks wiping away a few tears that had escaped from his eyes. "I love you" I reminded him and kissed him passionately. "Are you okay?" I whispered against his lips once we stopped, my eyes scanning his features for any signs of discomfort.

"Yes, my love. Thank you," he replied and kissed me once more.

"You don't have to thank me, sweetheart, it's my job to take care of you and make you fell okay, hm?" I playfully told him and poked his chest with my index finger. "Now, let me try and ring them again, it's been almost an hour-"

"Hello?" I heard someone from the other side yell and I sighed in relief.

"Hi, thank you for coming" I yelled. They instructed us to stay away from the door and reassured us that we'd be out in a couple of minutes.

"I'm going to marry you one day" Matt said casually as he pulled me up in to my feet and I stayed there in shock at his confession.

"Wh- What? You want to marry me?" I stuttered.

"Why wouldn't I? You're my happiness, y/n, and I'd love to grow old with you but only if you'd like that too" he shook his head at my shocked expression and chuckled. He pulled me towards his chest, his hand around my waist holding me closer to his body as he looked down at me. "I love you so much that I'm afraid the right words do not exist to describe what I feel when I look at you or hear your voice or just think about you, baby" he added and kissed me again.

"I'd love to grow old with you, Matt. I love you" I giggled and hugged him.

Soon after, we were rescued by a team of firefighters whom we thanked again and bid them goodnight.

"Wanna get ice cream? I'll pay!" I chimed while we were walking down the street hand in hand heading towards Matt's car.

"I'm down and no you won't, let me treat you right, princess" he winked and I blushed.

"You're such a tease!" I rolled my eyes at him and playfully pushed him away only for him to bring my hand up to his lips.

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Sloppy Problem

Lee Minhyuk x Male Reader

cw: top minhyuk, unprotected sex, idol au, minhyuk has his eyes closed and is something between relaxed and sleepy so a bit of somnophilia (i'm not sure abt it), implied multiple rounds, edging, bit of impregnation kink, breeding kink.

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y/n works as a masseuse in the happy ending spa, a place known because customers leave there satisfied. hearing this minhyuk decided to visit it, it was a busy time with promotions, photoshoots and other things to promote his new song so he deserved some time of rest.

"good morning sir, how can i help you?" asked y/n, one of the employees. "i came here because i heard this was a very good place with excellent services and i want to be relaxed for some time".

"oh i get it, so what type of massage do you want?" said y/n handing something like a menu in where all the types of massages and prices are.

minhyuk reading it started to suspect that there was some sexual acts involved in it, well after all the name of the spa is the happy ending… he haven't fuck in weeks either so it would be a good way to relax and release all that load tension. "this one" his finger pointing at the last one, a surprised reaction forming on y/n's face "woah. not everyone asks for this" mentioned the employee "over here please" he signals a room going there with minhyuk following him. "take of all your clothes please and here's a towel" y/n left the room for a while looking for the massage oil while minhyuk undressed.

"ok mr. minhyuk just relax" y/n started to do his work, applying the oil and massaging every muscle on minhyuk's god-like body, fuck he's so sexy, the bulging veins on his strong big arms, the perfect back muscles or that round plump ass that everyone want to smack. y/n was so eager to finally get to the that part of the massage. "please turn around" said y/n tapping minhyuk's shoulder and he did as he was asked, y/n's eyes widened at the majestic sight in front of him of big squishy but firm chest with suckable nipples, lickable abs and a huge bulge that even though his cock was still flaccid it looked big making y/n even more eager to have it all inside him.

slowly y/n stimulated minhyuk's nipples pinching and caressing them until they're hard, drawing some moans from the man's mouth, then y/n attacked one nipple with his mouth while touching the growing bulge under the towel. going down slowly leaving a trail of kisses on minhyuk's body finally reaching minhyuk's bulge and smelling it. the towel was no longer there and y/n was finally able to see minhyuk's beautiful body, he took the shaft in his hands and began to give it small kisses from the tip to the balls, licking the pre-cum that came out of there and then take it to his mouth gagging on it while minhyuk just moans from the immense pleasure he is feeling at that moment. he opens his eyes put his hands on top of y/n's head and push him down his cock making him deepthroat him, minhyuk was loving the gagging sounds "fuck! how much i missed this feeling" he groaned mouth-fucking the masseuse in the process.

"sir you're so big" said a teary y/n "i don't think i can take you all at once in my mouth" he said catching his breath, "don't worry. i know another hole you can use to take me" minhyuk does a turning sign with his finger and y/n do as he was told. he introduces his cock little by little making sure to not hurt y/n. minutes later the older man started moving, stretching y/n's tight hole drawing beautiful moans and whimpers out of y/n's mouth. minhyuk locked one his arms on y/n's neck and started to fuck him rough "gonna use you as a way to milk my heavy balls ok?" y/n just nodded unable to pronounce a word.

the sloppy sounds caused by the oil and y/n's wet hole can be heard from outside the massaging room but it's muffled by the moans coming from other rooms. "fucking hell… you're railing me into oblivion" squirmed y/n feeling that familiar sensation on his stomach "i'm gonna cum" he says… minhyuk was using y/n and throwing him around like he was a rag doll, a toy only for him to enjoy and feel the pleasure he hasn't feeling a long time ago, y/n's hole gapping and clenching on minhyuk's thick cock, he has been edging himself pulling out of y/n's hole everytime he feels he's gonna cum "get ready for my huge load boy" and after that he emptied his balls inside the boy's abused hole, jets of hot and thick sperm flooding y/n's insides and just when the masseuse thought he was finished, more and more sperm kept coming out, he indeed was having blue balls "sir… you came buckets inside me. i think you might impregnated me" spoke y/n with a notorious tired tone "then let's impregnate you more" minhyuk responded starting to move again inside y/n, churning all the cum inside of him with his thick meat.

"goodbye sir, see you soon, it was a pleasure meeting you and i'm glad that i could've helped you relax at least a little" they both shake hands with minhyuk sliding a paper towards y/n "the pleasure was mine pretty boy. mind you if you give me your number? i might call you for some private and more personal massages" he winked at him making y/n flustered "yeah sure" he wrote his number and slip the paper back to minhyuk "y/n hmm… pretty name" he waves a goodbye leaving a flushed y/n behind. a happy ending spa indeed.

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diorcities · 9 months

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lace teddy (ldh)

♡ pairing: haechan x reader. ♡ genre: fluff. ♡ content: parents au, established relationship, dad!hyuck, sleepy!hyuck. ♡ wc: 0,5 k an: once you enter this state you don't get to leave, huh?

you stir in your dreams as your senses stretch and intertwine in a spiral that lulls you into semi-unconsciousness before the icy touch on your arm pulls you out of the planet of dreams. because there he is, at the foot of your bed, watching you with sleepy eyes.

“mommy.” he whimpers in a whisper, pulling you out of your slumber almost immediately and shooting your body upright. “jisoo, sweetheart...” you murmur, gently removing the placid arm around your waist to take the child in your arms. he's freezing. an alarm goes off in your instinct and you panicked, thinking on repeat to protect him at all costs. “i dreamt bad things,” he confesses, rubbing his eyes as you bring him with you under the covers. “oh, baby...” you try to warm him up by stroking his back and hair. your lips leave a small kiss on the crown of his head. “don't worry, love.”

something shifts behind you as you lull jisoo to sleep. haechan's been dreaming a dream he no longer remembers because he's aware now. something's missing. without the warmth of your embrace he's getting cold, so between dreams, his hands seek for you in the dark. not awake, barely conscious, he mutters your name. is he having a dream about you?

reaching your body and drawing you to him as he gains consciousness, hearing your whispered voice saying something. completely lethargic, he nuzzles into your neck as he wakes up almost automatically; he hears you clearly now. “a monster!” the child whisper in a squeal. “oh my goodness, what makes it a monster?” he's barely awake, yet a smile flourishes on his lips the moment he hears your voices trying to stay quiet as you chuckle.

“he has tremendous teeth and it's hairy.” you patiently hear him explain. “did he harm you?” you wonder, feeling him shaking his head, “well, maybe his only crime is looking terrifying,” you observe. “maybe next time you can ask him if he's scared too.” your head lolls to one side just to see haechan peeking over your shoulder, with his cheek pressed on your skin and his eyes traveling to yours, something like love expands in your chest. “can you stay with jisoo while i check on donghyun?” you ask, watching him nodding as he lazily shakes off his dreams.

you get out of bed and walk down the hall to the half-open room. there is barely a faint light coming from the moon-shaped lamp in the outlet, which allows you to see the figure crouched in its crib. in the gloom, you approach donghyun and make sure he is okay. combing his little caramel curls out of his plump, tanned cheeks. two brown sleepy orbs blink at you. “mom... i was trying to fall asleep to fight jisoo's monster.” you stroke his hair, in awe. “were you?” you say in shock as a laugh escapes your lips. “i'm sorry, love.”

seeing that you are there, you make sure that he is well. “want to come with us?” you take him in your arms. “i'm sure you will, baby,” you assure him as he explains his scheme with slurred and sleepy words, remaking the way to your room. you're about to go inside, but suddenly stop halfway to record the intimate moment that unfolds inside the bedroom. unable to interrupt, you sharpen your ears as donghyun rests his head on your shoulder, dozing.

you barely hear your husband's melodic voice humming a song you vaguely remember hearing. savoring the name on the tip of your tongue, your heart bloom at the familiar lyrics. “the monster's gone, he's on the run. and your daddy's here...” you smile tenderly as your hand caresses donghyun's back, ultimately recognizing what he's singing.

he's there, with his eyes closed as he comforts jisoo into his arms. lyrics slipping from his lips full of love.

“beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. beautiful boy.”

#haechan imagines #haechan fluff #donghyuck fluff #haechan blurbs #haechan x reader #nct dream fluff #♡haechan

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hippiepowrs · 1 month

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he's a goner

eddie munson x gn!best friend!reader

a/n: this is the first fic i'm ever posting on here i'm so nervous plz don't eat me guys

warnings: pining. yearning. longing, if you will. just eddie being totally whipped. swearing. weed use/vague descriptions of being high. d&d terminology. one line from gareth. no use of y/n or reader's pronouns. eddie's pov.

wc: 571

Eddie’s in way too fucking deep.

Maybe this is salvageable?

No, he’s a goner.

It’s not like this is a scene he hasn’t watched before–his best friend laughing, giggling, and smoking with the rest of the older Hellfire boys–hell, it happens every week. But there’s a certain point where the high starts to hit him just right, and he can’t help himself from staring at you. Despite his typical loudness, the usual brash and joking demeanor that overtakes him, he just sits in his chair, quieter than ever. It’s not unheard of for him to get quiet, so nobody thinks anything of it.

You’re the prettiest person to ever exist, he thinks. He finds himself thinking that a lot. The way one corner of your mouth lifts a little more than the other when you smile, the way your eyes crinkle, the way you sparkle as you giggle; he loves it all. He loves the way you look when you blow smoke through your lips. He’s never been more honored to roll in his life. He’d buy all the weed in Indiana if it meant he got to watch you smoke it.

Eddie often finds himself wanting to write about you or draw you, but he’s nervous he won’t capture you correctly. You’re the kind of beauty that only the Greeks could capture. He wishes he could sculpt like them, just to be able to sculpt you.

A nudge to his arm breaks him out of his trance. He sees you smiling up at him from the floor. It’s a sight he hopes he’ll get to see for the rest of time.

“Ed,” You say, voice soft and a little tired, “Can you back me up here? Can you please tell these nerds that fighter isn’t the best class?”

“What?” He mumbles, still out of it. “Guys, literally any class is as good as you make it. Except monks.”

“Fuck off.” Gareth responds, throwing a handful of chips in his mouth.

Eddie zones back out after that. Whatever B-horror movie Jeff brought continues to drone on in the background as you and the guys continue to argue, but he can’t be bothered to listen to any of the words he hears. By the time he zones back in, the guys are standing up and brushing themselves off, clearly ready to leave. They say their goodbyes and Eddie waves them off, leaving him alone with you.

“Is it cool if I sleep over tonight?” Your voice is his favorite thing to hear. Even better than Hetfield or Dio.

“‘Course.” He says, voice more grumbly than he expected. “You know you’re always welcome to.”

He watches you stand up, watches the way your shirt rides up as you stretch, admires the sleepiness in your eyes. He wants you in his bed, next to him, he wants to wake up to your face in the morning. He wants the smell of your shampoo to overwhelm him. He wants to kiss you, soft and sweet.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He mumbles under his breath, running a hand over his face before standing back up. Your footsteps are already trailing down the hall to his room, and he quickly follows. You’re halfway through throwing one of his shirts on, which you do every time you sleep over. He’ll never get tired of the way his worn-out shirts hang off your body. He’ll never get tired of you.

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pathetic-sapphic · 9 months

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Mammon relationship HC's pt.1

Ever since he met you, Mammon has been asking himself two questions over and over again; One, just what in the three realms had he done to deserve you? And two, how was he able to live without you?

From the first time you defended Mammon from his brother's harsh words and insults, he has grown so clingy and attached to you. Once you showed him genuine affection and kindness, he swiftly dropped the whole 'I'm only here because I was ordered to' façade and unabashedly stuck by your side because he wanted to.

Yes, he sometimes struggles with telling you outright just how much he appreciates you, but he is working on it and in the meantime expresses it through actions.

He soaks up every single sign of affection you have to offer like a touch starved sponge. The pride that swells up in his chest whenever you address him as your 'first man' could rival Lucifer's.

Mammon loves physical touch and can be very needy, not that you mind. You're more than happy to give him all the love his greedy little heart yearns for and it makes Mammon feel so very loved and well taken care of.

Instantly turns to mush whenever you take his side or when you comfort him after his brother's words get the best of him. Behind all that bravado is a very sensitive and kind man, so he isn't above crying when it all gets too much. You're the only one who can see him like this and it means the world to you. Kiss his tears away and tell him that none of the things his brother say to him are true, that they do love him but don't know how to express it properly. Soothe his anxieties and doubts by promising you'll never leave his side, for better or worse.

As much as he tries to pretend he doesn't care, Mammon is the kind of demon who would give all of his gold and sacrifice himself if need be for the sake of his brother's and your well-being. So it's good to remind him from time to time just how good of a brother and boyfriend he is. After only hearing slander and tarnish of his own name for so long, Mammon craves praise. He needs to know he's doing right by you and treating you well so please be there for him and reassure him.

If you ever get both protective and possessive of him? Dude is dead. Deceased. Killed by his partner being too hot for him to handle. No because, he's used to being the jealous one and once the tables are turned he loses his mind from how overwhelmed with your love and attention he is.

He is always asking for hugs and adores being the small spoon whenever the two of you are laying on the bed. Also loves when you draw little patterns on his back with your fingers, it's like a hidden switch as it can make him very quiet and sleepy in a span of seconds.

Has to be touching you in some way, no matter where you two are hanging out. Mammon is always either holding your hand, having you sit in his lap or wrapping his arm around you just to make sure you never leave his side or, Diavolo forbid, someone gets the wrong idea that you're single and they try to flirt with you.

Is actually quite good at comforting you, especially if you're alone. Yes, it's embarrassing but his human is hurting and they need his help right now so he wastes no time before gathering you up in his arms and telling you to cry as much as you need to. After you let it all out he presses gentle kisses all over your face and wipes your tear tracks with a soft tissue. Afterwards, he offers to go get snacks and prepares a relaxing movie night for the two of you.

Loves to spoil you with gifts and is always trying to win plushies from different claw machines so that he can give them to you. Mostly because it shows that he's willing to put in effort in order to make you happy and also because it has his heart doing flips whenever he hangs out in your room and notices that you have displayed everything he ever won for you.

Mammon has a secret playlist which has your name on it and it contains the cheesiest, most romantic songs in all three realms.

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greythemed · 9 months

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𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo

˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ lovesick ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1936

he looked unreal, all tanned with his beautiful eyes half closed as he looked down, full lips unconsciously forming a pout. his chest was bronzed and openly displayed for anyone with two eyes and a drooling mouth.

you wanted to eat him alive.

it was supposed to be a peaceful morning at your parents' beach house on the coast but, apparently, your boyfriend chose violence that day. with sleepy eyes and a drowsy appearance, you immediately realized that you accidentally fell asleep while trying to get tanned by the summer sun in the morning. luckily, the book you were reading fell from your grip at some point and didn't leave a funny mark on your stomach for woo-jin to laugh about later.

how can one person be so beautiful, inside and out? was he even real, or will you inevitably wake up to find the space beside you empty, his presence fading with your dreams?

you get goosebumps just imagining it.

feeling your eyes on him, gun-woo looked up from his drawing, a big smile forming on his pink lips.

"you look like shit, babe".

oh wow, what a day to feel loved.

"fuck off". you grumbled while sitting up and picking the book from the floor next to you, gun-woo's eyes never leaving your bikini form. "what took you so long to get here?". you asked him pouty.

"your mother asked me to move the sofa three times so she could do her pilates session in the living room". gun-woo couldn't help but laugh at his answer, never imagining he'd be in this position someday.

it was your first family trip as a couple, and also the first time gun-woo went on a plane and traveled since his school's excursion in 9th grade to say the best. you were happy to see him happy. it was thrilling to see the man in another setting, different from the usual gym clothes or café outings you guys first got to know each other. you considered yourself a good girlfriend, providing these opportunities for both of you while so young, even if gun-woo was paying for basically everything other than the house you were staying. you were a good girlfriend, right?

so why the living hell was he acting so mean towards you?

"i'm sorry about that". you grimaced embarrassingly because of your mother. "just because you have an insane amount of muscle she thinks you're her personal guard". gun-woo laughs. that bright innocent smile that makes his eyes disappear.

fuck you kim geun-woo for being so mean.

"my mom used to say we should never neglect help from others, including offering help in the first place". he tells you with innocence, a sudden wave of sympathy running through his veins strong enough to make him vocalize his thoughts. you were too accustomed with this side of him, being together for almost 6 months. “she also used to say that we always must look for the best in people”.

he was too pure. so why could you only think other things like what was this man saying? and why wasn't he kissing your mouth right now?

you embarrassingly found yourself in this predicament more times than you could count with your boyfriend.

the sound of his voice didn't shake you out of your sleepy daze, looking up at him with eyes full of love and wonder. like a lovesick puppy whose brain didn't seem to register the spoken words, too caught up in its own reverie.

when he didn't get the reply he was hoping for, gun-woo finally put down the pen and paper and leaned closer to you, your knees now touching and you almost choked on your saliva.

you loved him too much. and he was so hot.

“y/n?” he asked softly, placing a hand on top of your lap, the feel of his surprisingly cold hands against your warm skin almost making you shiver.

"i was so worried when i woke up and didn't see you, figured you'd be reading here". his smile continued to be nothing other than soothing, comforting, and exclusive.

exclusive for you and only you.

"woo-jin tried facetiming early this morning but i was still sleeping, i kind of feel bad for him not being able to come this time". he rambles. "and i also feel bad for sleeping so late, i hope your parents don't mind it. yesterday was a good day".

of course it was a good day. it was gun-woo's first ever private flight and you couldn't put your mind around the fact that this man's whole life was a huge unfair exposure to only the bad in life. you wanted to cry suddenly. cry for everything cruel that happened to him. cry for his still pure but poorly scarred heart. cry for his smiles and goodmorning pecks. cry for his fucking six-pack and spy reflexes.

cry because he was yours. exclusively.

without saying a word, you gently pulled his hands away before wrapping yours around his shoulders in a much-needed hug, the love you felt for him overwhelming all your senses. his arms found their place around your waist immediately, pulling his body closer and pouring all his love into you in return.

it was his fault for dating such a crybaby and he knew it, because the second he touched your waist and ribs, the boxer knew you were about to cry because of your uneaving breathing.

gun-woo hesitated for a second, giving your body another squeeze before finally speaking.

"are you okay, princess?" his voice was calm as he gently stroked your hair, knowing damn well you got emotional in the mornings sometimes. his 'bedroom voice' - that's what you called, don't judge - was enough to make your eyes sting, causing you to snuggle closer to his neck with a nod.

"'m okay".

you loved his bedroom voice - again, don’t judge the name you came up with -, it was special for you. it held something ethereal in the fact that he dropped a few octaves to talk to you and only you. the intimacy he could bring only by speaking more calmly to you, everywhere you both were together and tangled in each other's arms like right now.

everything was different. the setting, the weather, the clothes - it made you realize for the very first time in the six months of your relationship that dating itself shouldn't be overwhelming, tiring, or burdensome.

dating should feel like the books you grew up reading and the movies you grew up watching. anything other than that, it didn't belong to you in the first place.

you felt so comfortable in his embrace like you were floating on a fluffy cloud as the sun was slowly disappearing, so warm and safe. it was just the best, being with the man you loved, and nothing could come close to how you were feeling in his presence, surrounded by his unconditional love and care.

fuck, you were sounding like a corny teenager and it was embarrassing.

"y/n, you're going to tell me what's on your mind, aren't you?". the sound of his concern was evident in his voice, reminding you that - even if this man's thighs were the size of your head -, he still was worried and soft on the inside type of boyfriend.

you were his first girlfriend. gun-woo didn't know how to do things usually.

without missing a beat, you looked him in the eye for the question.

"i love you, gunwoo-ya". you started to pour your eyes out for no reason. you blamed the hormones, your mom would blame the weather and woo-jin would blame the books you read but you didn't care.

the corners of his mouth turned up in response, a soft, sincere smile stretching across his face because he was also just that: a lovesick puppy.

"i l-love you too". gun-woo wasn't expecting that, you could tell. he was too nonchalant for his own good sometimes.

like who the fuck wears pink bright shorts at his parents-in-law’s beach house? WITH NO SHIRT ON.

his eyes were full of love as he looked at you, the sun making the already beautiful landscape even more dazzling as time seemed to stop once more, everything but him disappearing at that moment. not being able to wait any longer, gun-woo then leaned his head up, pouty lips brushing yours teasingly for a moment before connecting in a proper kiss.

his touch was soft and tender, brushing against your mouth as he had so many times before, your tongue darting out to meet his briefly as his arms around your waist pulled you even closer. the sudden change in height since you got up from the bench was a different angle for both of you.

a silent moan escaped your lips as your barely clothed breast brushed against his, giving your boyfriend the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue properly inside your mouth for another taste.

his hands squeezed your sides lightly, applying just the right amount of pressure to feel good, and just as you were about to pull him even closer to deepen the kiss, he slowly pulled back, making you want his lips more.

a smile appeared on his face at that, the smugness behind it pouting in response. you straddled him so your faces were on the same level and suddenly the boxer went exe.error404

"jagi, your mom-". he spoke, his hot breath hitting your face with each exhale. you smirked at him.

he was so mean.

"how can you act innocent right after sucking my mouth dry a second ago, you monster?".

"b-but-". oh no. his cheeks were red, wide eyes searching for one of your parents to pop up from nowhere suddenly, hands finding no safe spot to grip at your sides, finally opting to put them in your waist, almost engulfing its whole circumference because of the size of his hands.

when a few moments passed and you still remained in the same state, he finally relented and sealed your lips once more in a quick kiss, one of his hands moving up from your waist to gently caress your swollen lower lip afterward.

“is that what you've been thinking about all this time, baby?". he asked embarrassingly, eyes avoiding your brown ones for all that was worth.

you nodded, your eyes roaming all over his face before reaching out to move some of the hair away from his eyes, gathering his attention.

"sorry, but yes". you pouted, a small smile starting to appear on the boxer's mouth. you could tell he was embarrassed to hear you confess he occupies your mind 24/7 as if he didn’t know that yet. "and that you are so irritably sexy".

not even one second after, gun-woo's hand is covering your mouth with his eyes wide open and a laugh escapes your lips. he instantly mouths for you to be careful.

"i didn't even say anything wrong!". you defend, automatically tracing his scar on the right side of his face like you are already used to, brushing his hair at the end.

"you want sexy time, i know you!". he whisper-shouts, now completely avoiding your gaze. you laughed.

"sorry". you were not. "it's not my fault you're wearing pink shorts! you can't do this to me, you're mean!". you whined on his lap.

"you were crying seconds ago, what happened?!". it was his turn to pout, looking genuinely confused at your change of emotions. "woojin-hyung said you were crazy when you guys first met".

"aish- that old f-". gun-woo covered your mouth again, warning you. "he's lucky he didn't make it here".

this one is for my crybaby girlies i got you don't worry, gun-woo is here to wipe your tears and fuck your brains out - in a loving way. loved imagining beach!gunwoo a little too much.

#this was supposed to be longer im sorryyyy #hope you enjoyed anyways!!#woo do hwan #kim geun woo x reader #kim gun woo #bloodhounds fanfic #bloodhounds #bloodhounds x reader #bloodhounds netflix #bloodhounds kdrama

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