#but god i crave the casual and domestic | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ohnococo · 3 months

Text

Satoru Gojo SFW Alphabet

(under the cut for length)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Gojo is extremely affectionate. He craves affection, in fact. He’ll outright pout if he hasn’t been hugged when you see him. He’s absolutely that Kirby meme that’s like “I didn’t get no mfin forehead kiss 😡”

He just wants to hold your hand constantly, be draped off of you. He’s like this even as friends, so everyone around you will think nothing of it until they see him giving you a kiss - something he doesn’t mind doing in front of others.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Gojo is that friend that shows his love by hanging all over you and also by purposefully bugging you. He just loves a little playful banter and even if he didn’t he has zero boundaries when it comes to friendship.

He’s that friend who will come to your house and treat it like his own. He’s the friend that will be talking to you on the phone and then 10 mins into the conversation he’s like “hold on lemme flush” like excuse me???

It’s just that if you’ve gotten to the point of being his very best friend he’s got zero self-consciousness around you. You two are basically a living breathing unit now.

As for how that friendship starts… you can’t know how close you’ll become to Gojo. People certainly know when he doesn’t like them, but outside of that he’s so casual with everyone. So he’s also casual with you. Then you get to know each other, and he’s even more casual. Next thing you know he’s talking to someone and refers to you as his best friend. A good tell is if he lets you see him being serious, upset even. When he feels safe enough with you to let you see his less-than-pleasant emotions you know you two are close.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s a big cuddler. King of physical touch. If he lets himself get close enough he’ll actually complain about not being able to fall asleep when you two have to be apart. His cuddling is essentially acting like some kind of shawl draped across you, leaning into you, lying across your lap, acting like you’re some kind of living pillow. God help you in the summer, he’ll complain about being sweaty while he’s choosing to be stuck to you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

In canon? He doesn’t. His legacy is his students, his relationships are platonic, where there’s at least a small layer of separation. As for actually getting married or starting a family, he doesn’t want to actively bring someone into his world like that, and he doesn’t want to risk losing them. Even if they’re strong, he knows the expectations placed on him alone, and having someone he cares for like that is a risk that doesn’t line up with who he knows he has to be.

In a no curse AU though, absolutely. He loves intimacy, and closeness, and feeling like he has a unit. Settling down is a goal for him.

As for cooking and cleaning, in every universe this man is hopeless. A simple recipe works for him, but two burners on at once? Or a recipe where he needs to be occasionally stirring something between prepping other things? Nah stuff is getting forgotten, or burned, and the kitchen is going to be a mess afterwards. He just keeps using spoons then throwing them in the sink before he’s done. Stop it Gojo, stop using so many goddamn spoons now you have to wash one and the onions are burning.

Cleaning, he is perfectly capable of doing, but he hasn’t had to - going straight from having others to do it for him because it’s not something this chosen one was meant to worry about, to being able to pay people to handle it for him. I don’t blame him, no one wants to scrub a toilet, but he’s not what I’d call “domestic” and can tend to act like someone who’s never had to clean up after himself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I’m so sorry y’all… this man would break up with you over a text… it’s not a short text, at least. It’s a long one he’s typed and typed and retyped 100 times, and might have had to take a break and go for a walk in between. But it’s a text nonetheless. It’s just that if he’s decided to break things off, he’s not in a place to be able to put his big boy panties on and deal with the messy emotions that might come up in a face to face breakup.

Besides, he doesn’t want to make it worse, and the first words that come to mind to whatever you say might not come across how he wants them to, he wants to be able to think and say the right things.

It feels cold, but that’s how he is on the outside when he’s ending things because he thinks he has to force himself to be.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I’ll go non curse au with this answer, for reasons stated above, but Gojo does know he wants commitment long term. He’s a weird one though, in that when he falls he’s absolutely head over heels in love. He wants to spend all of his time with you, drag you along on all of his whims, and he will even jokingly call you his husband/wife at a certain point and talk about being together long term while cuddling, but…

This man is gonna take fucking AGES to propose. He’ll take ages to even ask to move in together. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s just that you guys are at each other’s houses so often that it’s like half of your stuff is split between the two places. And he loves you and thinks of you in terms of that long term commitment already, so the ring or the key just don’t come up in his mind.

He’s the type you have to drop hints to, maybe even outright say “my lease is up in spring, let’s move in together.”

It’s an enthusiastic yes from him. And when the proposal happens he’s the one grabbing your hand to show your ring to strangers and calling you his fiancée with a sparkly lilt in his voice, but damn Gojo just focus.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be gentle physically, tracing his fingers over your skin, rubbing his thumb against your hand while you’re holding hands. Sometimes when he’s cuddled up with his head resting in the crook of your neck he’ll blink against your skin, tickling you with his long lashes in a little butterfly kiss. But as gentle as he can be, he can also be one to roughhouse with you a bit (though always in a restrained way that doesn’t intend to hurt).

Hugging you tight and swinging you from side to side, tugging you along by your hand when he’s excited to show you something, tickling you til you’re squealing, he might even play wrestle a bit when he’s kissing you. The man contains multitudes.

Emotionally… he can be a bit clumsy. Sometimes he just doesn’t consider how his words or tone will come across before he’s speaking.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Gojo loves hugging. It’s like it clears his head, so he gives you long firm hugs often. He wraps his arms around you, putting his weight on your shoulders as you wrap your arms around his waist, and presses his face to the top of your head. He’ll rock you both side to side in the hug, and you have no choice but to go along with his movements because he’s got you so tightly pressed together. Always finishes the hugs with a big happy sigh.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

In canon, it’s hard to get out of him outright. It’s scary to give himself away just that much, knowing he can’t always protect everyone. Knowing you could very well go and get yourself hurt. You’ll know in other ways though.

In a no curse au, Gojo loves with no restraint. He’s saying it fast, too fast in some relationships. Almost casually. He feels so, so much, and doesn’t think twice before he speaks sometimes.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Gojo doesn’t get jealous. He’s too self-assured for that. And he doesn’t have any insecurities about you or your commitment, otherwise he wouldn’t be with you.

The closest to jealousy he gets is when he feels like he hasn’t had enough time with you. It’s not that he thinks anything is going on with you and whichever friends you’ve been spending time with, it’s just that he doesn’t understand why he can’t come along too.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Gojo’s kisses are slow and sweet - teasing even. His soft lips are gentle against yours, so light sometimes it tickles, and show any sign of enjoyment or even desperation, and he’s smiling into your kiss. He’s not using tongue at first, and if you try to initiate too soon he’ll pull back, brushing your noses together. When he finally does kiss you properly it’s gently, restrained, a crooked finger tilting your chin up for him, a thumb on your chin keeping your mouth softly open so he can beckon you to make a little noise for him. Once you’re making out the intensity ramps up considerably, then Gojo’s kisses are deep and wet and needy.

As for kisses elsewhere, Gojo loves a forehead kiss. Sometimes he’ll just bend his head down and point to his forehead, then once he gets that kiss he looks SO pleased with himself about it. As if you’d deny him… as if his pouty self would let you deny him! He loves giving those forehead kisses in return, or when you’re holding hands he’ll often bring your hand to his mouth to kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Gojo is great with children. He’s rambunctious, matches their energy, and is great at saying silly things with a straight face that make them laugh. He’s one of those people that babies always smile and wave to, and comes across as a safe adult to children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Getting out of bed is the first struggle for mornings with Gojo. A chronic “5 more minutes” type. Even if you get out of bed easily in the mornings, you won’t with him. He’s wrapping an arm and a leg around you and groggily pouting if you try to end your sleepy cuddle session. He just loves the closeness while everything is so quiet and still in the mornings.

His stomach beckons him out of bed eventually, though, and he’ll have the audacity to insist you get ready and go to a cafe for pastries even though you’re both starving after a solid hour and a half of cuddling in bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Gojo is one of those people that gets a second wind at night. He can tend to stay up late because of it. If you don’t mind, he’ll love to watch movies or play games with you until late into the night, head resting on your lap the whole time. Once you’re in bed is when the “would you love me if I was a worm” questions start though.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Gojo is one of those people that reveal things without revealing things. He’ll tell you something so earnest, embarrassing even, that would be a sign of closeness or vulnerability from other people - but for him it’s just his usual oversharing. The real things that matter to him he keeps close to his chest and reveal slowly and after a good while.

When he eventually says them he does so with that same casual tone he’s used to tell you about the time he laughed so hard he peed himself at the tender age of 23, but by then you’ll understand it means a lot that he’s being open about things he usually wouldn’t.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Gojo can almost be impossibly hard to anger, so if you’re the type to want an argument over something you’re going to be hard pressed to get it. He’s more the type to awkwardly laugh at the wrong time, which would just make someone already mad at him even more angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He doesn’t really let on how much he remembers, but he does. He’ll get you your exact order from a coffee shop, or buy you something you’d mentioned craving to someone else when he happened to be in the room, then if you ask how he knew he’ll just smile and say “lucky guess.”

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Gojo’s favourite moment is the first time you’d comforted him. He’ll never ask for that from anyone, and most of the time people assume he doesn’t need that assurance and comfort because he always seems so happy and unbothered by things that would worry most. But you notice, even if he’s acting perfectly normal, and offer to lend him an ear - even asking if he just wanted a hug. He does, and even if it was one of a hundred random kind gestures for you, it meant the world to him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s the type to protect from afar. He lets you handle things first, because he’s the type to have faith in you, but the minute you need help he’s there. Basically he’s always back up, but will never have you looking helpless.

He doesn’t want protection, to the point where it can feel like out of nowhere when he stops you from intervening or defending him. He just prefers to handle his own matters himself.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

This man makes AN EFFORT for special days. If grand gestures aren’t your thing, it might be a problem, but he’s the type to book the nicest restaurant in town, buy you loads of roses, commemorate anniversaries with pretty jewellery (matching, in a lot of cases).

Day to day though, he’s more lowkey. His love is shown in his physical affection, but the way he splashes out on birthdays, anniversaries, and Valentine’s Day more than accommodates that.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s got a few bad habits for sure, and they’ll take a lot of reminding (like years of it) to get him out of it. Leaving the toilet seat up, squeezing toothpaste from the middle, stealing bites of food off your plate, barging in when you’re on the toilet. Things that don’t bother some people, but can be annoying to others.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

His appearance means a lot to him, and he’s not ashamed of that fact. He’s always well groomed, and when out of school attire he wears expensive clothes that are carefully curated to his tastes. He takes care of himself: good skincare regimen, chooses outfits carefully, he even uses purple shampoo and hair treatments to keep his naturally white hair looking bright and soft.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. If he’s not with you he’s thinking about you and wishing he was with you. If he has plans he wants you there, because everything will always be better if you’re there too.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If you’re up to it, Gojo loves to be one of those couples with matching sets of things. Matching rings, him wearing a bracelet that’s from a set with your necklace, and if you’re down to be one of those especially obnoxious couples full on matching outfits when you go on dates. Not necessarily the same outfit, but coordinating colours or patterns. He has no qualms about being that couple that makes everyone cringe.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He has a few things he doesn’t love, and it’s honestly hard to pinpoint what set of things make someone a fit for him because it’s not obvious to even him.

He definitely isn’t a fan of his partner smoking cigarettes, refusing him affection or giving him the silent treatment as a “punishment” for arguments, or poor communication. The last one isn’t a deal breaker for him, but if you expect him to read your mind when you’re upset about something, you’re in for a lot of disappointment. He needs to be told things outright.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

The whole bed is his side of the bed. You’re also his side of the bed. He can start off contained, happily falling asleep as your big spoon (or little spoon depending on his mood), but soon enough he’s hogging the whole thing. A leg over your waist, his head on your pillow, his other leg half hanging off his side of the bed. Get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and you’ll come back to him sleeping with his limbs out like a starfish. Nudge him a bit and he’ll go back to barnacle mode without even waking up, pulling you in to be his little spoon again.

#reminder minors and ageless blogs get blocked #my writing #jjk headcanons #sfw alphabet #satoru gojo #gojo #reader insert #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader

87 notes · View notes

wysteria-clad · 2 years

Text

To build a home

Paring: moon boys x fem! reader

genre: slight angst if you squint, fluff

warnings: none.

a/n:

This is how Jake fell in love with the reader and how Jake revealed himself to the reader, Marc and Steven. This is a prequel to all my fics.

Named after the song, but it has a sweet ending

------

At first he was hesitant and weary of you. What if you are a threat and a risk to the system?

Marc and Steven doesn't know about him yet, but they doubt something. He never fronts in your presence.

He then finds out the only risk with you is, the risk of him actually caring about you. As sweet and gentle as you are, you are quite fierce when you wanted to be.

As you get into a relationship with Marc and Steven, you start to notice little and very subtle things. Sometimes when you are cuddling Steven, his gaze is quite different, and he gets uncharacteristically quiet. You don't ask him about it.

When you are talking and doing simple domestic things like grocery shopping, Marc's voice is bit off and has a frown on his face, but still you don't point it out.

You have doubts, but you never bring it up. You know that this is not your boyfriends. You knew he is the other alter. You don't know his name, but you get a true glimpse of him now and then. And he is never hostile to you, never. In fact, he gets really protective of you. And you let him enjoy your presence, and let him feel like he belongs together with you like Marc and Steven too. Like, he is a part of your family too.

He is a part of your family, you knew that.

One day, you are on a casual stroll with 'Marc' and you smile to yourself when his voice slips and you can almost hear an accent different from Steven and Marc. But again, you don't point it out.

You finally bring it up with Marc and Steven when you are so sure of his presence.

Of course, they are taken aback, but not too surprised. They are welcoming and accepting towards him, but they don't want to push him to reveal himself either.

You notice the way his deep eyes sparkle, just a little bit, when you walk past an adorable bakery.

You reach out to tug his hand, "Hey," you call out softly, "wanna check it out? I'm craving something sweet" and the word matches your smile. You watch him trying not to get too excited.

You are always careful to not adress him as 'Steven' or 'Marc' when he fronts. You hope and you believe he would reveal himself to you, Marc and Steven when he is ready. Until then, you pretend not to know about him and let him enjoy the little things.

And you give him the sense of belonging; part of being a family—your family with your boys.

"Babe.." you start, your voice is not too soft and not too firm. It's casual, like you are you going to say a casual thing. You sit with him on a park bench eating cupcakes, happily. "You know, I care about you, right?" your voice softens a little, gazing into his eyes.

This is not Marc or Steven.

You stretch your hand out to touch his cheek. He freezes, closing his eyes. He doesn't lean into your touch, but he doesn't flinch either. He doesn't say anything.

"You can be yourself, you know?"

Tears threaten to pool and spill from his eyes.

What is this odd feeling? Is this what being loved feels like? To have someone truly care for you? Do you really care about him and love him? Gods, no. You love Steven. You love Marc, but him? No, no, no. He moves away from you in an instant like your touch was hot coal and your words were Russell's viper's venom. He gets up and takes a couple step back from you, turning around to hide his face. He doesn't want you to see him crying.

A flash of hurt passes your eyes.

You see him move his hand to wipe his eyes.

He is scared. He is scared how your love and care makes him feel. To him, this new sensation was terrifying, yet he wanted it, needed it. This new sense of belonging and love. He is scared that once you know about him, you won't meet his eyes the same way you do when he pretends to be Marc and Steven. He is scared he won't get called 'Babe' 'Baby' 'Love' and other sweet names by you again.

He is scared, but you know this is when he needs your acceptance and care the most. And he gets it from your ever loving, gentle hands.

You immediately get up, take a tentative step towards him. You stretch out carefully and touch his arm lightly.

He turns around, not flinching from touch now.

You are beyond happy for it.

"I-" his voice cracks, and he shakes his head a little. He lets out a shaky cry.

"Hey, hey" you coo gently, "It's okay" you reach out to touch his face and cradle his face between your palms. "I know, I know"

When his eyes meets yours, the love and adoration didn't change one bit. You love him. He cries again.

You fear he would pull away again, but he doesn't. Instead, he puts his arms around you, and buries his face on the crook of your neck, finding comfort, safety and love in your arms. He trusts his heart is safe with you. You are his safe place.

"It's okay, it's okay, baby" you let him cry, and rub his back and arms in soothing, calming manner.

There it is again, you loved him even though you knew he was not Marc or Steven. You would still call him your love and baby.

He doesn't have to pretend anymore.

He let Marc and Steven to see him. They are co-concious now. And he hears supportive, encouraging words from them in headspace.

He doesn't have to hide and stay hidden in the shadows. He is finally home—with you, and Marc and Steven.

He can have this, he can have you. He can be a part of your family, with Marc and Steven.

He pulls away from you and stands back a bit to see your face, this time he looks sure of himself. He is not hesitant.

"Jake Lockley" his voice is unrestrained. His accent is thick. He sounds free, relieved. Gods, he sounds sexy as hell.

"Jake, I care about you and I love you" you don't hesitate one second.

Tears glistens in his eyes again.

He doesn't have to say it back. You know it already. You step closer to hug him. And he lets you. You pull back after few minutes to see his face and smile, "Hi"

He is still holding you in his arms, "Hola." A small smile graces his handsome features.

You swear it's one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen. You smile again and hug him tightly.

He is finally home and he doesn't have to hide anymore.

He doesn't have to love you from afar. He doesn't have to longingly watch Steven and Marc bond, hidden in the shadows. He can be part of it too.

Jake Lockley is finally home.

-------

taglist:

@twwcs @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @fayes-fics @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @devilish-mirage @syrma-sensei @gaymistakeboi @scarabgrant @mintpurplemnm @kittiesluvyou @luke-o-lophus @nana1000night @this-is-me19 @thatdummy-girl @vinsevena @hot-mess-express1 @hotbisexualmess @fandxmslxt69 @beaxtrice @ninebluehearts

#wystie-verse #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley fluff #jake lockley imagine #marc spector imagine #steven grant imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight

827 notes · View notes

nerdieforpedro · 4 months

Text

Chapter 5: Dissonance

Pleasure Principle Series

Main Masterlist/ Dave York Masterlist

Dave York x Kiara (plus size OFC)

This Fanfiction is 18+

Summary: Dave and Kiara can't seem to agree on anything that's not physical. A separation occurs and reflection is had by both parties.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual activity, a little blood, poor communication, Kiara's mom, implied domestic Dave?

Word Count: approx 4k (feelings are big 🫢)

Notes: This chapter is pretty tame actually. We're setting up for the next one. Context and all that jazz. I pinkie swear more smut is coming. Can't leave you high and dry? 😜 Plus I do smut with feelings now, sometimes.

Kiara called Dave ‘David,’ he didn't like that at all. She did it on purpose to piss him off. Tired of being led on and tired of not being fucked. Tired of wondering if they were going anywhere together or if they were just filling each other's needs for a time. After putting the medical supplies away, she leaned her forehead against her bedroom wall. She might be fine if it was just sex, but it’s not. He’s invaded her space since the first night. Granted she thoroughly enjoyed him doing so, but she thought there would be a separation. It also begged the question: did she want him to stay? Is that why she’s reacting like this?

Dave barrels upstairs, anger on his face but his tone is measured when he speaks.

“Call me by my name Kiara.”

“I’ll call you Dave when you tell me how long this is going to go on.. I’m not good with this ambiguous shit.” She does not turn to face him. If she does, he may see her eyes. They’ll rat her out. Dave’s nothing if not observant, much more than she is. He knew when all her shifts were, about how long it took her to get home. The shows she liked to watch, music she likes, what did she know about him? He’s at the very least some type of ex-military something. What exactly, she didn’t know. The man exudes confidence and can back it up though his speech, never using more words that needed but can be deviously charming when the need arises. God his mouth… even while she was pissed, the memory of it causes her to move her feet a bit closer so her large thighs press together. Damn him…

“You’re not? News to me, the last few weeks you’ve been fine with me buried in your soaked pussy while you attempted to suck the skin off my dick. We didn’t need to say anything else.” The assassin places his hands on her shoulders and turns her around to face him then, an arm at either side of her body to box her in against the wall, but doesn’t touch her again.

“But you also stay the night. Eat out with me-“ Dave laughs. Fucking smile, arrogant ass grin. Kiara can’t look at him in the face, she needs to stay mad. Confronting him is the only way to get an answer out of him. He always tells her she’s not ready, but for what?

“Just…you’re becoming…” The nurse is nervous that she’s admitting it. Saying it aloud is worse than just running it through her mind. It will be out and she won’t be able to take it back. Dave sighs, his broad shoulders slump slightly.

“Important is what you mean Peach. I know.” Her face snaps back to his. He knows?!

“If you know then why? Do you like fucking with me emotionally as well? I get sexually and I enjoy that about you…” She’s losing composure. She wants to grab hold of him, but he’s not that type of man. Casually in front of a TV or out and about is different then this type of intimacy, craving a comforting touch. Dave is much too hardened for that and she had no idea why. Her lips are quivering as she focuses on him. His face tells her nothing, gives nothing. How can he not react at all?

“Kiara you’re the one who hooked me in with emotions. I really was just going to fuck you and make it a few times a week. You being so open with what you wanted and letting me mark you. Use you, such a damn juicy and sweet Peach for me… It had me think about feelings I haven’t had since before I became the man I am now.” Dave peered into her honey eyes. It was something he had thought about since the first night. He had the idea and it was nagging at him, always on the edge of his thoughts.

“What…What feelings are you talking about Dave?” He doesn’t answer but keeps eye contact. She touches his face. “Are you saying you…what kind of feelings do you have for me? What do you want from me?” He could just tell her, but that required him to be honest. Something he has not been for years, it’s been a requirement not to be. He survived because he wasn’t. Deception, misdirection and backstabbing had kept him alive and his family fed and clothed since his military unit was disbanded, thanking him and his colleagues for their service to the Government.

“Don’t put it like that. You’re mine. I’m as unbridled in my desires as you are. It’s why we’re good together. You and I.” The confidant smirk on his face. The indignation returned. How dare he? Claim her while dismissing her at the same time. The gall of this man. Kiara wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up to his cheek, giving it a small peck.

“Is that why you won’t fuck me Dave? Because we’re so good together?” A smirk for a smirk. If he’s going to say something as off the wall as ‘you’re the one who hooked me in with emotions,’ then he’s about to learn how petty she can be.

His lips tighten as he backs away. Still staring at her. His hands tighten into fists, his right hand turning crimson again from the pressure to his laceration. “I don’t need to tell you why I won’t fuck you. I told you you’re not ready.”

“You never said why I’m not ready. Is there a way I should be preparing for you Dave?” Kiara can see his face change now, he’s seething, jaw clenched. Normally this would be a moment where the nurse would see if she can either get another barrier between herself and whoever was angry at her or haul ass to the nearest exit. She knew. This was what she wanted. She was always the one who came undone, crying, overstimulated from his hands, lips, chest, toys, anything he felt like using on her. She wasn’t able to do the same, but she could break him by appealing to his pathos which he despised, more intensely then even she thought.

“You’re really going to be pushing this aren’t you? Just follow my-” Dave released his fists upon feeling wetness in his right hand, he likely had messed up the wrap she had put on it. Kiara was being entirely too bold. She apparently had forgotten that she’s supposed to adjust to him. Why wasn’t he fighting her so much on it then? Was he tired of not admitting it? No, he had told himself downstairs already what would happen if he did what he originally planned.

“Dave your hand,” Kiara’s eyes darted to her right and saw the blood, “Dave. Let me look at it.” The fingers from his right hand touched her cheek, smearing a few drops on her cheek. She looked beautiful in red, did he want to draw her into this world? He’s been able to keep them separate with his previous marriage, so much so that his ex-wife really still thinks he’s a contractor for the FBI. Kiara knows, not everything but enough to where she’d put some pieces together.

“No. Not right now. Just let me…Fuck.” Dave whispered to himself. Her concern and confusion were understandable, but he didn’t care. “You want to know how I really feel about you. What I really think Peach? Fine.” He placed his bloody hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She didn’t react at first, but her fingers found their way into the loops of his cargo pants. It could have been the frustration at not really saying what they meant or that they had just been arguing but as their tongues danced, they crept toward the bed falling onto it and laughing at how absurd the situation was.

It was then that Kiara initiated the kiss this time, grabbing Dave’s shoulders and pinning him under her. But after a few more make out sessions they both fell asleep in their clothes. Blood smeared on the pillows sheets and their clothes.

The pair were greeted by the sunlight of a new day.

Dave was awakened first. He cleaned and re-wrapped his hand, leaving a note for Kiara that he’d be back in a few days without injuries and an actual explanation. He watched her sleeping form, the blood he’d wiped on the back of her neck and smeared on the pillow and from where his hands had roamed, the stains may not come out of her robe or her sleep shirt. Staying would be good. It would actually be the correct thing to do, have another breakfast, sit and talk. But he did actually have an assignment that he needed to do. Could he commit to another woman? Did he want to?

“Peach, I’m not going to let you go, even if you’re pissed at me.” He walked back over to the bed and sat on the edge, Kiara rolled over toward the warmth but didn’t wake. His fingers ran across her cheek, heard a soft sigh. “So responsive, Kiara. When I come back, I’ll tell you why. You’ll think I’m an idiot but...” He chuckled to himself before standing and making his way to the bedroom door. He looked back one more time at her sleeping form, “I just can’t help the way you make me feel. I thought I hated it. I don’t. You’re also not getting away with calling me David.” The assassin exited out of the house, making sure to lock the door.

Dave and Kiara communicated via text mainly over the next month. The independent contractor couldn’t go into details but he said that the assignment had evolved into a large project, one that was becoming more and more tedious according to Dave. He only gave her the broad strokes, details involved that two of the targets were already down and their hard drives were wiped. Their homes and offices were ransacked, making it look like Corporate espionage and pinned the frame job on an opposing company so it would look like the two were instigating and fighting each other. Initially, it was just supposed to be the murder of the two targets, but more money was offered for the hardrives and the ransacking. Dave put his foot down after the frame job. It was becoming way too involved for his taste so he bowed him and his team out. More money was offered but it wasn’t worth getting that involved.

York also had a more pressing matter to attend to. He needed to see her. He told her that he’d explain via his three burner phones when he saw Kiara again, but he could tell even over text that she was getting frustrated again. And that was a week ago when he last texted her. York didn’t recall who stopped replying first. It didn’t really matter, he wasn’t going to play into it this time though. She’s fine to stew for a bit and the real lesson will take place when I get back… Dave rubbed his temples. Looking around the hotel he was put up in, it was fine. He’s been in better, but it’s only for tonight. He just needed a place to sleep though he wasn’t sleeping as well as he had been. Rubbing his neck, he took a shower to try and relieve some tension, it only helped slightly. Drying off and plopping down on the bed, it still lingered. I was going to say home. It didn’t take long. I haven’t gone soft have I? No, I just…fucking care dammit. He checked in with his team, who were in a few different hotels, and they were preparing to depart tomorrow morning as well. They’d separate for two weeks then meet up for their pay out and debrief. Dave shook his head and dozed off a few times during the night.

Kiara on the other hand, was not taking the lack of communication well. She was aware that he couldn’t go into detail about his work. It was better for her that he didn’t. However they had managed to sort of not be mad at each other through their intense and bloody make out session, it didn’t resolve anything. His note was still on her bedside table and she was angry with herself for looking at it when she woke up each morning. Maybe she was more frustrated than anything, despite her attempt, Dave still had the upper hand and he wasn’t here. It was then that she decided to pack a weekend bag and visit her family. She had stopped texting him when he mentioned that he had to ‘step away for a bit.’ It meant that he was about to go do, well whatever dangerous shit he was doing. The nurse knew she should have reached back out, but picked up an extra shift to distract herself from typing the same message repeatedly and not sending it.

The drive to her parents’ home was good, a few hours to listen to her playlists and zone out. Kiara found that she should have called ahead first though. There were too many cars out front…was something going on?

“Hey baby! You were able to make it! Your brother is visiting from Tennessee. Come on in!” Her mother had seen her from the window and came out of the house in her husband's oversized flip-flops. It was quite a funny sight and Kiara laughed when getting out of the car with her bag and purse.

“Hey Mom. I didn’t know they were coming in this weekend. Are they staying?” She asked on the way into the house, removing her hoses and taking out her slippers to put on. No shoes past the foyer.

“Socks, barefoot or slippers only. Lest you’re gonna start sweeping young lady.” Kiara recalled from her childhood. There were so many happy memories in this home, it was then that her mother said something odd.

“I thought your handsome friend would have told you. Your brother and his wife are stopping by before driving to see some friends outside of New York, then they’re going to come back and stay for a few days. They may be back in the middle of next week.” Her mother explained as Kiara sat down in the living room. Everyone else was in the den, laughter could be heard even with the door closed.

“Wait…what handsome friend?” The nurse asked her mother, holding her hand as her mother went to put on her purple sweater she wore around the house. Even after ten years, that sweater was still in pretty good shape. She laughed and kissed Kiara’s cheek, flicking her hand off, put on her sweater and sat on the couch, patting the seat on the couch next to her.

“He was tall, wearing a gorgeous dark gray suit. You can always tell a lot about a man and how he wears a suit. It was tailored and fit him quite well. No wedding ring and a nice full head of hair. I mean do prefer my men bald like your father, but his hair looked very soft. He seemed very nice. We had a light lunch while you were at work and chatted a bit. Dave I believe his name is. Why haven’t you told me about him? I hope it’s not one of those…what’s it called…situationships or whatever… He seems like a good man. He brought groceries and was putting them away.” After the initial shock of what her mother was saying, Kiara was forced to think. As pissed as she was at Dave, she couldn’t recall over the last few months, when she’d last gone to the grocery store or picked up her medications. She knew she did her laundry, but not as often as before maybe…so wait…is Dave really doing all this stuff? He is isn’t he…but then why won’t he just have sex with her? Is it a game? But then why be chummy with her mom?

“I was coming to check on you and see if you needed anything but it looks like you’re in excellent hands. I picked his brain about a few things while lunch settled and he walked me to my car. I didn’t tell your father about him yet though, he’d want to talk his ear off about the Marines and how it’s different from when he served. No one wants that.” She chuckled and patted Kiara’s knee. “I see you panicking, baby. Whatever it is, you should talk to him calmly. I know you can get loud and hold a grudge. Come on, let’s go see your brother and his wife. They can see you and then get out of my house. You know what they brought?! They brought your father a damn ten gallon hat and me one of those confounded jean skirts. What the hell do I look like wearing one of those?!” Kiara leaned on the door frame of the den after her mother opened the door. The woman’s face changed from that of annoyance to glee as she saw her grandchild and the little girl ran up to her.

Her brother’s visit listed a few more hours and then they hit the road. Kiara’s father strutted about the house in his new hat and wore it while watching his Gunsmoke DVDs but her mother folded the shirt and put it in the winter clothes bin never to be seen again, huffing that her daughter in law should have just got her a target gift card. Her parents fixed dinner and they ate together, laughing and reminiscing. It was a good escape for her, though when she went to bed that night, she was left with more questions. Kiara decided she would reach out first. She had checked her phone and didn’t see any new messages from any unknown numbers, though she wasn’t sure if he needed to switch phones again. She decided to send it to what she called his ‘off-duty’ phone, though she maybe shouldn’t have done it at 3am while she was still awake and pissed, why wouldn’t he mention meeting her mom? Has he gone through all the stuff in her house? What has he seen in her house?

So I visited my parents’ house and you didn’t mention that you met my mom, made her lunch and hung out with her. The more I think about things, the more ingrained you are in my life Dave. And I’m not entirely sure how you did it, but you did, like everything I guess. So are you just keeping me focused on work and doing kinky shit with you?

What does this all amount to? What do I mean to you?

You’d better explain like your note said. It’s still on my nightstand.

I had some holiday days to use up so I’ll be off for the upcoming week, if you don’t come home yet, then I’ll move some stuff around and see if you can find it while I’m at work since you know where everything is.

Kiara read over what she had sent him and realized a fatal error - she had referenced him coming home. That’s not weird right, he had been sleeping in her bed every night that he wasn’t on his ‘assignments’ but it’s her home. “He probably knows where my damn pads and razors are for goodness’ sake. It’s become more of his house and he didn’t even have to change any decor.” She decided to type out a follow-up before laying back down and sighing,

Do you want it to be your home too Dave? Is it already? It is weird when you’re not there. I’m insane, what am I even saying

Kiara decided to set her phone on the charger and send it, unaware that Dave was home and watching his phone flicker with the three little dots before they disappeared. She figured he wouldn’t see it for at least a few more days.

He had been reading along as she had been sending the texts after he’d got in. The plane ride back was shorter than expected and he came straight to her house. Dave had been in the kitchen when the first text came in and he silently cursed himself. He was going to mention meeting her mother but then he had a job that evening and had been injured, then they argued after she patched him up. Didn’t really leave much of a discussion after since he had to leave again.

Meeting Kiara’s mother was unexpected, but not unpleasant. She was actually funny and he learned a bit more about his peach and her family life. It seems that what he had found in his research was correct, it was a fairly stable childhood with a two parent household and she was indeed the only girl of a blended family. He did appreciate that her mother didn't distinguish between any of the children by calling them step-sons or daughter in laws. They were all her sons and daughters. Her mother did surprise him though, she told him that if he made her daughter cry or hurt her, she would cut him from ear to ear and removed a switchblade from her purse and smiled at Dave. Nodding he understood her intent and had even more respect for her in that he didn’t see it coming. He had assumed her arthritic hands wouldn’t be able to move so agility, but Kiara had mentioned that she recently had to discourage her mother from working on the roof herself. While walking the woman to the car, she gave him a hug and told him that, “we’ll see how things how things go between you two and I may call you son too Dave. Have a good afternoon.” She hopped in her car and drove off.

Dave was much more comfortable in Kiara’s bed then he had been the last month, her scent calmed him and he started at the ceiling. “It’s also weird when you’re not here Kiara.” He did chuckle at how she hadn’t noticed what exactly he had been doing for her this whole time, it meant that he was keeping her sufficiently distracted. He’d been slowly learning her home and maybe before this latest assignment, he was moving his belongings in, not that he had much in his condo anyway. He could sell the place and have one less end to tie up if need be. The money can go toward and trust for his daughters and take Kiara on a small trip to start.

“I’m planning a damn life with her for fuck’s sake. It’s a horrible idea. Didn’t work the first time.” Dave recalled what he thought one evening when they were watching some British baking show. There was an older woman with bright pink lipstick talking about someone’s ‘great bake’ that maybe was a squirrel? And there was a man with white hair, maybe it once was platinum blonde, but that’s white, he dyed it white. Kiara was watching intently, her large legs draped over Dave’s lap where he rubbed her skin, slowly, pressing into her flesh, he found it relaxing with the repeated motion and the weight of her legs made him feel grounded. He looked over at her with a small smile, shaking his head slowly. He’s watching this crazy ass show because he knows she’ll watch it for hours at a time and that means he gets to sit like this for those same hours. Under her weight, pressing into her skin and feeling content, hearing her laugh and talk at the TV, asking him if he saw what one of the bakers dropped, could it ruin their bake. Despite refuting it for years, the former marine still longed to hold onto something or someone.

“You’re not the only insane one Peach.” Dave muttered to himself as he drifted off to sleep, he’d tell her when she came home, well to their home now.

Dave York apologists: @yorksgirl @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @goodwithcheese @musings-of-a-rose @iamasaddie @legendary-pink-dot @morallyinept @for-a-longlongtime @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @megamindsecretlair @daddy-dins-girl

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #dave york x plus size reader #Pleasure Principle #The York Pit #Getting deeper with feelings #dave york #dave york x female reader

13 notes · View notes

hungriestheidi · 11 months

Note

WAIT! ✋ I HAVE A REQUEST ☝️

85. “Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.” - sebchal, sure, sure!

NIKKA YOU AIN'T SEEING HEAVEN EITHER. sorry it's angsty, this time i couldn't hold back *sobs with head in hands*

“Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”

He doesn’t mean to pause as he hears the words, he doesn’t mean for his hands to still, for his fingertips to grow cold and the cold to travel all the way inside his bones, to crawl around his blood vessels until everything inside of him is shivering, a lonely boy in a big field of snow, waiting for the storm to pass.

Charles doesn’t mean it to scold, he knows well, but… what is he without the tenderness of first loves, what is Sebastian in hours like this, when he’s sure the edges of his heart are softening and whatever Charles has offered cannot suffice the deep heart wrenching call of his soul?

Charles wanted to be untethered, cared for in the aspects of intimacy just friends can’t properly fill without cables getting crossed. wires cut. This is what he desired, this is what Sebastian wanted too when the world of this casual affection was first opened for him, sexual satisfaction without complications, terms and conditions carefully laid in between glasses of red on the table of his balcony, suggestive wording and eyebrow waggling.

But whatever situationships are, Sebastian doesn’t want them, not with Charles at least.

“Sorry,” he breathes, pressing a filthy kiss to his lips as an apology, wet and noisy and messy.

He makes the best of his efforts to put himself in motion again, grasps his thighs meanly, yanks him closer until Charles whines, thrusts into him once, twice, lets him drag his nails down his back, watches the color rush to his cheeks, his eyes shut tight and the pale column of his throat exposed as his body trembles. And then… then he stops again. The divinity of sex is both drenched in religious pretense and sinful disgrace and the point where both meet its anatema and heaven.

He puts his lips on Charles’ neck, drags them down his collarbones, melts into the space between his pecs, lets the drag of his beard still make Charles shiver, watches as he looks up how easily Charles whines, keens, feels his fingers tangled in his hair.

He kisses him, every inch of him, the moles he has mapped out with nails and teeth before but that now wants to dote on like he’s crawling up the valleys of a land unexplored, untainted, unmaimed. He wants this to last, this beauty of Charles’ body in between his arms that often feels like a recollection of a thousand other desires, tender domesticity he craves.

“Seb?” Charles’ voice sounds breathy, caught between a whisper and a coarse wake up call. “Seb, look at me.”

Sebastian looks up, his chin brushes Charles’ navel.

“What is happening?”

“I think I fucked up,” he tells him.

Charles’ eyes widen. He scrambles to lean on his elbows, straightening up.

“What? How?”

Sebastian sits on his haunches, watches from above the figure he’s known skin to skin for too long, soul to soul for even longer. In the expanse of Sebastian’s sheets he’s a god of pale blemished marble, a fallen angel with sweaty skin, feverish eyes.

“I forgot what you told me,” he confesses, “That this was casual”

Charles inhales sharply. “Seb”

“Charles,” he parrots back, name for name, a bit of honesty in trying times.

“Don’t… don’t call it… not now,” he says, voice titillating in the edge between terrified and surprised, his eyes looking at the space between their bodies, the sheets all scrambled under his legs.

He sits, properly, pushes his hands against his eyes, shakes his head, breathes out. When his eyes open, he is looking at Sebastian like he’s finding someone for the first time, a novelty in tangled bed sheets.

“Give me a moment,” he tells him and Sebastian nods, knowing he’s not really seeing him, he’s going through the edges of his mind, finding words to speak whatever it’s going inside of him, whatever turmoil Sebastian has thrown him face first into. “Just… kiss me again, please.”

Sebastian takes his hand in between his own, presses a gentle kiss to his knuckles and says “My pleasure.”

#it's just mild angst it'd probably get a happy ending if it were longer #i may just make it longer some day #myfic #asks #nikka tag #sebchal #nsf/w #obviously unbetaed so some errors are bound to happen jsjdjsjds

40 notes · View notes

deblklesb · 9 months

Note

CAN U PLSS WRITE MORE CAMGIRL or (pornstar 😜) ABBY AND READER IM BEGGING PLSSS

NO CUS i was actually (🤓☝🏾) planning to write a full oneshot about them BUT i guess I'll just throw stuff here and see where i get 🚶🏾‍♀️

(a/n: i'm writing this for like 3 hours now and this turned out to be a full oneshot i guess..... tell me if y'all want me to continue/post more of this au!! I'll tag "au camgirl!abby x camgirl!reader on both parts so y'all can find it)

[(MDNI), fluff, casual hanging out, descriptions of a explicit video, some sexual content later]

reblogs are highly appreciated!

After the first collaboration, the side of the internet that knew you both was set on fire. Your inbox was overflowing and you did the usual: stepped back a little until the notifications slowed down and you could answer messages or look over them to say stuff in the next casual livestream you did every two weeks.

But here is the thing: you couldn't get Abby out of your head. And you understood it wasn't like the other collaborations you did before, because later that day she actually texted you and on top of that you felt a different glee inside.

Abby: my inbox is so full I'll probably never be able to se all the messages

You: tell me about it! same here

Abby: i was actually stretching a little. think you marked by back forever with your nails (and they're not long)

You: sorry 😅

You: but hey... that's good, ppl will know how good you fucked me

Abby: i think ppl have a lil more than some scratches on my back to realize that

Abby: and i sure have those, a video, and some good sweet memories to get off

Maybe you'd become good friends, you thought. Abby was actually a very nice woman, funny and good to be around. You hoped you could keep in touch.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"Oh my fucking God, Abby", you moaned with a sigh, eyes closed to properly enjoy that delicious sensation filling your body right now.

The way your body was feeling warm and almost too self-conscious about the things around.

All due to the tasteful hot chocolate making you almost alive again.

"Guess I can make you moan in other ways then", she smirked, getting a punch in the arm next. "Getting too bold for my taste", the blonde sat next to you on the bed, pulling the duvet to cover you both.

The rainy day was perfect to watch some movies and hang out lazily on the bed, and Abby immediately accepted your invitation. After a week or so just texting, you felt like you both could do some hanging out, right? (It had absolutely nothing to do with you craving being with her again)

"Oh right, why don't you come and put me in my place?", you chuckled, finally setting the TV.

"Honestly today it's too cold, let's watch the movie and see what happens later"

You hummed, two hands on the mug enjoying the heat spreading through your palms.

Abby was one of the most chill persons you'd known, and the moment was heartwarming and comfortable. After finishing the hot chocolates, you put the mugs on the side table. Then you widen your eyes with the feeling of a strong arm wrapping your waist, a strong body closer to yours as your face, for whatever reason, heats up.

"Is this okay?", her voice sounds good against your flesh, face resting on your chest. Abby is snuggling you and it feels good. Too good.

"Yeah, totally", you put your arm around her shoulders.

During the whole movie you keep caressing her hair and arm, trying to ignore the subtle turnings of your stomach - not literally, but that type of turns that goes up to your chest. Telling yourself it was probably the hot drink, and not the way her thumb kept making invisible patterns on your waist, or the strong muscles against yours and the domestic aurea of it all.

That night, after Abby left, you actually got off on the thought of her fucking you. But it wasn't memories that filled your mind or the vision of one of her videos. No, it was imagination. You'd imagine her getting home and kissing you, fucking you on the dinner table, saying how much she missed you and looking too needy for your touches against her while she makes you cum.

Maybe, just maybe, things were going another route.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

@/AAndrsnStuff • thinking about her (@/nsfwmenace)

You keep looking at the video playing on your screen and trying to rationalize the fact that you were tagged. She was actually talking about you.

In said midia, Abby was... Using her strap. And you knew that she was probably using the textured gadget that would rub against her pussy, on the base. On the bed, positioned in the direction of the strap, was a console in the shape of a vagina, and she was thrusting into it.

She was fucking a toy thinking about you. Hard and steady, making use of her athletic shape, hips moving in a way that made your legs clench together. Her breasts moved with the impact, an arm holding the console on place as the other rested on the headboard.

Her moans were so delicious to hear even on the phones, but were better when you remembered how they felt in person. Her breath was choppy and you just wanted to be there, under her, to pull her close and feel her all around you.

Inside your panties your core clenched around nothing. Your fingertips itched to touch her.

Before the end of the video, Abby stopped fucking the toy and loosen up the harness, strap falling on the bed before she starts rubbing her clit fast and needy. Her moans increase as she puts the other hand being her on the bed, sustaining the weight of her torso tilted back. And by the way she almost screams, her legs tremble and her abdomen contracts, you just know Abby was coming hard.

She was coming thinking about you.

"Fuck", you mumble, heartbeat fast and face warm.

Before leaving the app you look at a comment briefly.

wAIT wdym "thinking of her", you didn't use a strap on the collab video.......

That person was right, you didn't. There was no strap on the video posted by you both. But there was one when you both fucked a couple of weeks after.

And you keep thinking about that when you impulsively call her. And when you say "come here. The door will be open", before even letting her speak anything.

When Abby gets in your apartment, locking the door behind her, she immediately notices the light coming from your bedroom. She happily takes off the shoes and it's ready to, smirking, ask you how did you like the surprise. But she's caught off guard by a strangled moan, your moan, and the sound goes straight to her cunt.

If only you knew how she was going insane thinking about you. Looking at the nudes you shared and remembering how hot you felt around her fingers, her tongue, on top of her while riding her thigh, underneath her when taking her cock. You were so fucking warm and she was freezing away from you, hypnotized like a moth by the flame.

"Abby", and your voice, oh, your voice.

She woke up in the middle of the night, before recording that video, because she had the most vivid dream. You were next to her on bed, and somehow she just knew it was your shared bed, masturbating and calling for her. So fucking needy, looking gorgeous, and the way you called for her made her whole body shake. In the dream she had to keep looking and listening to you, admiring your features as you used a hand to massage you core.

But now she didn't had to lay down and wait. She could touch you in the better ways, and opening the door to reveal your figure humping a pillow and playing with your own nipples, Abby felt a deep desire burning inside. Something more than just attraction and need. The same thing she felt when, in the dream, something told her that bed belonged to the both of you.

Gulping, Abby sighed and remembered how good it felt to be with you watching movies. Simply hanging out and realizing she really enjoyed your company. She came to think, for some time, that your friendship would be so good... But after that dream something shifted, and seeing you in that moment started to solidify this change.

27 notes · View notes

vulpes-fennec · 1 year

Text

Look at That Cake (Elucien) 🎁

Summary: A series of fluffy/smutty ACOTAR winter one-shots! 12 stories for the 12 days leading up to Solstice (December 21).

Lucien helps Elain bake some cupcakes on Solstice. Sneak peek of my Secret Santa fanfiction without giving too much away (Gwynriel happening in the background)!

Notes: This one-shot takes place several months after the events of Pumpkin Fields Forever, but can still be read as a stand-alone.

Read: Masterlist | AO3

“Do you need any help?” Lucien asked.

Elain had excused herself to whip up more dessert, since everybody was craving solid food after drinking copious amounts of wine.

Most of the evening was spent ogling at Lucien’s chiseled face, the exposed triangle of tanned brown chest, his perky ass, and his muscular thighs from a distance. Elain gone to the kitchen to calm down her pitter-pattering heart. But now, Lucien was leaning casually against the kitchen door, looking like a lord’s rakish son. Well. There went her heart again.

Despite what Elain thought was a great day at the Velaris Harvest Festival, Lucien hadn’t visited her since. Elain had spent the last few months wondering where he was, recycling her memories of that day over and over, listening intently for any mention of Lucien in the Inner Circle’s conversations. Nothing.

Where have you been? How are you? What are we? Elain had been dying to ask him when he showed up at the door for the Solstice Party. She shouldn’t care so much, shouldn’t be so interested in a male who was still a stranger, despite the constant presence of their mating bond.

“You know how to bake?” she found herself asking.

“No, but I’m quite adept at cooking.” Lucien remained in the doorway, half his face shadowed and the other half apprehensive. “I just…I didn’t want you to be doing everything yourself.”

“I wouldn’t mind your help.” Elain glanced at his emerald green shirt and creased black pants. “Though you should put on an apron so your clothes don’t get dirty.” The two aprons available were her frilly pink ones. But Lucien donned the apron and swept his long, scarlet hair into a bun without complaint.

“I am at my lady’s service.” Lucien’s little bow made Elain’s mouth twitch humorously. She always fought the urge to blush whenever Lucien called her his lady. “How do I look?”

If any male could look attractive in a frilly pink apron, it was Lucien. “You look like you’re ready to bake. Start by washing these oranges.” Elain practically shoved the fruits into Lucien’s hand, face heating as she turned away.

“What are you making?” Elain was studying the cookbook when Lucien peered over her shoulder at the recipe.

“Orange and chocolate cupcakes.” A cup of flour, ¾ cup of sugar…1/2 pound of melted chocolate…gods, did Lucien always smell so good? His tantalizing scent of warm sunshine and sweet apples was distracting her from the numbers.

“Sounds delicious,” Lucien agreed. He leaned down to examine the recipe, his face nearly cheek-to-cheek with Elain’s. If she turned her head, she could probably kiss him.

“If I mix the dry ingredients…can you mix the wet ingredients and zest the oranges?” she asked faintly, trying to quell the urge to turn her head.

“Certainly, my lady,” he affirmed. Admiring Lucien’s nicely shaped ass was inevitable as he collected the necessary ingredients. The apron, slightly too small for his tall frame, made the sculpted lines of his back and chest more pronounced. Elain had never seen Lucien in a domestic setting before, so having him wear her apron left her possessive urges satisfied. Mine, Elain’s instincts proclaimed proudly. Ah, that infernal mating bond.

Elain tried to pay attention to the dry ingredients, but her eyes were drawn—once again—to Lucien expertly mixing the wet ingredients. Zesting the oranges with ease? Mesmerizing. Cracking an egg with one hand? Amazing. Squeezing a gush of juice from the oranges with the same hand? Drool-inducing.

Cauldron, the oven was not the only thing heating up in the kitchen.

Elain melted the chocolate and began to lift the heavy bowl of wet ingredients. “Let me help you.” Lucien stepped up beside her, pouring the wet ingredients into the dry bowl as Elain whisked.

“Thank you,” she murmured, his chest brushing her shoulder and sending a thrill down her body. “Here, you can fold the chocolate into the batter.” Elain handed Lucien a spatula. “Don’t fold too much. We want a swirl pattern in the cupcakes.”

“Very particular,” Lucien murmured in her ear.

“It needs to look nice,” she protested.

“I didn’t know you were such a perfectionist, my lady,” Lucien teased.

“I am not one to do things half-heartedly.” Elain poured the melted chocolate as Lucien folded the batter carefully.

“Good.” Lucien’s russet eye glimmered with satisfaction as he glanced down at her. “Because neither am I.” He began pouring the swirled batter into the tins. Elain watched him, marveling at his precision and the lack of spilled batter on the side.

Meanwhile, Lucien’s self-control was slipping by the minute. A proper conversation with his mate had eluded him all night, thanks to her family’s sharp eyes and even sharper ears. He managed to make awkward small talk with Elain, about nonsensical things like the weather and Velaris.

The mere fact that Elain had given him a present this year had made his night. But when she smiled—smiled—at the small plant he’d gifted her, Lucien felt like taking a victory lap around the icy block of mansions.

Now, she looked absolutely delicious dressed in a cute pink apron. Cauldron, that apron was going to be the death of him. But he couldn’t just let his desires run amok. Lucien hadn’t spoken to Elain in months, and he wanted to know what she’d been up to. If she ever thought about him.

Elain was truly in her element: brows furrowing, lip chewing, and earthy brown eyes blazing as she whisked the heavy cream with a frenzy. Not one hair was out of place, not a single smudge of flour on her lilac dress.

“I’m tired,” she announced after a few minutes, hopping to sit on the counter and handing the half-whipped bowl of frosting to Lucien.

“Your dress?”

Elain shrugged. “It’ll be alright. Now whisk.” Her normally soft voice was assertive in her kitchen domain.

Lucien chuckled. “My lady is very bossy. I like that.” Elain blushed, and he could feel her eyes on him as he whisked the frosting efficiently.

“Alright, now I’m going to add the powdered sugar and chocolate powder to the bowl.” Lucien sent clouds of sugar and chocolate flying into the air when Elain dumped the powders into the cream.

Elain coughed, waving her hand to disperse the clouds. “Sorry, my lady.”

“It’s alright,” she said between coughs. “I should’ve told you not to stir so quickly. Here, let me do it instead.” As they waited for the cupcakes to finish, Elain sat on the counter, hugging the bowl of frosting in her lap. A few moments of awkward silence passed.

“I’ve been meaning to ask…how have you been?”

“I’ve been alright,” she replied quietly. “You know. Velaris is the same as always.” Her brown eyes were sorrowful when she asked, “where were you all these months?”

So his mate did think of him while he was gone. It pleased Lucien immensely. “Did you miss me?” he smirked.

Elain blushed, but her pink lips were set in a line. “Answer my question first,” she demanded.

“Bossy bossy,” Lucien tsked with a smile. “Well, the last few months were unexpectedly busy: taking Vassa and Jurian to the continent for negotiations with the other human queens, reaching out to Tamlin’s former courtiers, keeping tabs on Autumn’s movements.”

“Oh.” Mild worry etched in Elain’s face. “Make sure…make sure you take time for yourself.”

Lucien shrugged. “I’m taking time for myself today. Now…did you miss me?”

Elain scowled and swatted at his arm. “That is very conceited of you.” Lucien arched an eyebrow. “I was open to spending more time with you after the Harvest Festival, but you did not show up to Velaris.”

“If that is what my lady wants, then I am happy to oblige.”

“Well, what do you want?”

A trap. Of course Lucien wanted nothing more than to find passionate love. Wanted his mate to be truly his. But he couldn’t put that pressure on Elain, especially when he hadn’t allowed himself to explore the extent of his feelings for her. She’d avoided him for nearly three years, and though she seemed more receptive to him now, he didn’t want to have his heart crushed again. “I would like to visit Velaris more often. To visit you.” It wasn’t a lie…it just wasn’t the full truth.

“I would also like it if you visited Velaris more often.” There was no hint of deception on Elain’s beautiful face.

Touch her, smell her, taste her, Lucien’s instincts urged him. Instead he said quietly, “I see you’re wearing the pearl earrings.” The creamy white pearls were lovely on her pointed ears. Lucien hesitantly before tucking a brown lock of hair behind Elain’s ear. To his relief, she did not stiffen or draw back.

Elain smiled softly and took the box of corn hair clips that she’d gifted him hours earlier from his breast pocket. He knew precisely why she bought hair clips with corn charms: a reference to when they got lost in the corn maze at the Velaris Harvest Festival. “What are you doing?” Lucien asked.

“Seeing how these look on you. I’m wearing your Solstice present, so you should wear mine.” Lucien stayed very, very still as her fingers undid his bun and gently threaded through his shimmering red hair. Click, click. The corn clips snapped on either side of his head, pulling his long, crimson hair away from his face. He missed her soft touch when Elain leaned back, eyes twinkling. “I like it.”

Lucien shook his head like a dog, but the clips stayed in place. “I have a feeling I look very ridiculous right now,” he muttered.

“You do not look ridiculous.”

Lucien puffed his chest mockingly. “This set-up is not doing favors for my reputation. I’ll have you know, my lady, that I am a famed courtier, a respectable emissary, a warrior, a son of a High Lord—”

He was cut off when Elain took a dab of frosting and swiped it on his nose. “Now you look ridiculous,” she giggled.

Lucien leaned in closer, his hands on the counter caging her in. Elain’s breath caught, and Lucien could have sworn her nostrils flared to inhale his scent. “Should I report to Rhysand that Velaris’s most famed baker is violating food safety guidelines by contaminating the frosting?”

Elain shrugged and swiped another bit of frosting from the bowl. Lucien’s knees nearly buckled when she put her frosting covered finger in her mouth and sucked, maintaining eye contact. “Taste-testing is very important in the kitchen. I thought you said you were adept at cooking?”

Gods, was she flirting with him?

Lucien smirked, leaning in even closer. “At least I use a spoon when I taste things. Not my fingers.” Elain’s eyes widened, her red cheeks betraying her inappropriate thoughts. “In the kitchen. Is my lady thinking inappropriate thoughts?”

“Who says you can’t do those things in the kitchen—Oh!” Elain let out a startled gasp, staring at something behind him.

Lucien whipped around to see Azriel and Gwyneth Berdara standing in the hallway, staring straight into the kitchen. The female had a loose grip on the back of Azriel’s shirt, and smiled brightly at Lucien and Elain. Azriel, on the other hand, looked mildly disturbed. As if he’d just walked in on two people fucking. Which was definitely not what was going on here.

“We were just baking cupcakes,” Elain’s voice was a bit breathless.

Lucien realized he had chocolate frosting on his nose. Cauldron boil and fry him. “This is not what it looks like,” he stammered, hastily wiping his face.

Gwyneth giggled at Lucien, teal eyes twinkling. Great. There went his reputation as a famed courtier, respectable emissary, warrior, son of a High Lord… “We didn’t see anything,” she said mischievously, giving the shadowsinger a friendly push. “Az is just showing me where the bathroom was.”

From the way the Night Court spymaster had smiled at Gwyneth all night to the way he allowed her to push him so casually, Lucien had a feeling there was something more than friendship happening behind the scenes. Going to the bathroom? Yeah, right. Lucien gave Azriel a pointed stare as the two passersby left.

“That reminds me, we should take the cupcakes out of the oven now,” Lucien said, moving away from Elain. Once the cupcakes cooled, Lucien tried to pipe the icing onto the fresh cupcakes, but his clumsy attempts were lopsided.

“Here.” His senses zeroed in on Elain’s warm hand around his, guiding the icing bag and making perfect swirls. Lucien held back from snarkily saying, “If you could just keep your hand there forever, that would be nice.” He didn’t want to scare Elain off.

Lucien ended up piping most of the cupcakes. He picked up the tray of finished cupcakes and followed Elain back to the family room. “We made cupcakes!” Elain sang cheerfully.

“Finally!” Varian said, stumbling over to grab a cupcake from Elain. “Thank you both. I can tell which cupcakes were the ones Lucien decorated.”

“Because they’re the better-looking ones, right?” Lucien elbowed Elain, who merely rolled her eyes.

“Say that again and I’ll put frosting on your face,” Elain said calmly. But there was a humorous glint in her brown eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind if you were the one frosting my face,” Lucien said.

Elain stood on her tip-toes to whisper into his ear. “What kind of frosting are you talking about?”

It was Lucien’s turn to blush. What was it—the third time that night Elain had let it slip that she had a dirty mind? Compared to her previous behavior of awkward avoidance, it was a welcome surprise. But was she actually interested in him, or was she simply flirting with him?

“The sweet kind.” Elain elbowed him back, red to the tips of her pearl-studded ears. Lucien grinned, taking a bite of the cupcake. Warm, zesty goodness was paired with rich notes of chocolate. “These taste good.”

“Thank you. I’ll let my new baking assistant know he passed with flying colors,” Elain quipped.

“Cupcake!” Nyx squealed happily, reaching for Rhysand’s hand.

“Did someone say cupcake?” Cassian called out. He and Nesta reappeared in the room, reeking of perfume. Lucien chuckled. At least they had the courtesy to cover up their arousal before returning.

“Where’s Gwyn?” Nesta asked, turning around to survey the room. “She’s going to miss the chocolate!”

“Where’s Az?” Cassian added. Confusion crossed the others’ faces as they looked at each other, trying to remember what had happened. A moment of silence passed before Elain and Lucien began to laugh.

“I don’t know, but we saw them ‘going to the bathroom’ earlier,” Elain giggled. “Maybe we should use the second floor bathroom for now.”

#lucien has cake #i mean we already know he has ungodly thighs #fluff #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #elucien fanfiction #acotar solstice #acotar fanfiction

30 notes · View notes

icharchivist · 8 months

Note

Since you linked the fanfic (☺️), I personally choose to believe that like 100 years after his failed assassination plot, Belial returned to Canaan once more and again Lucifer welcomed him with a smile (despite his feelings being obviously hurt, especially after last time) and this time, Belial actually sticks around for coffee and they manage to have a conversation and maybe it ends with Belial only breaking one cup instead of all of them

After that Belial starts dropping by more often and they spend time, casually, slowly rehabilitating Belial like one would a feral cat. Giving him time and space but always offering the love he so clearly craves

As a bonus, since we don't know when the story is set exactly, maybe by the time Sandalphon goes on his rampage the brothers have managed to patch things up somewhat, leading to everyone getting a happy ending, actually

Also maybe Cosmos showed up sometime during the domestication process and did her best to help, but that's just for me personally

AAAAH HI AGAIN! glad to have a little epilogue in my DMs eheheh :3c

BUT AAHHH the idea of those two finally getting back in contact after everything :sob: i'm soft. We always go back to rehabilitating Belial as a ferral cat i see.

Oh god imagining Belial being more or less in contact/not trying to kill Lucifer from the shadow when Sandalphon is on rampage is such an incredible prompt. Especially with how much Lucifer was avoiding Sandalphon during wmtsb pt1 because he didn't know how to face him + has his duty to uphold. Belial being there, more or less rehabilitated, would probably see Sandalphon destroy the world, have a good laugh at how Lucifer's little protegee went from 0 to 100 in term of how to demand for affection, but he could also probably be the one to level with Lucifer, yknow, "if you don't want someone you care about to try to kill you once again".

AND ALSO GOOD FOR COSMOS. HAVE HER JOIN TOO. The angels have always been kind of secluded in their own little community and everything, Lucifer bonding with Cosmos was one way to go out of this community, and Belial deserves to have a taste of it too. To know what it's like to interreact with people who don't expect of you to follow Lucilius's greater plan and everything.

i dig it so much. thank you for sharing <333

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous

1 note · View note

corrupt-fvcker · 3 years

Text

Sleeping Positions...

Sleeping Positions HCs ( AoT x GN!reader )

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith, Zeke Yeager

Warnings: domestic fluff, cuddling, gender neutral reader, sfw, barely there mention of spicy themes

Author’s Note: just some long-ish headcanons about cuddling with my favorite aot boys. request are open but NO S4 SPOILERS PLEASE <3 also feel free to request this HC for a character i didn’t include.

Levi Ackerman:

In the beginning of your relationship, Levi preferred to sleep with some distance between the two of you. He struggled with falling asleep with another lying beside him, waking up at your every slight movement and finding it difficult to let his guard down.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, because if that was the case, you simply wouldn’t even be allowed in his bedroom.

No, it was just because it was a foreign experience to Levi. The thought of sleeping beside you was pleasant, but the reality of it made him quite anxious.

Over time, he grows more comfortable with you. He doesn’t feel the constant need to look his best around you and impress you, meaning you get to see the captain in some more casual clothes and domestic settings.

It starts off with brief naps, whether it be just him sleeping or both of you. He eases into the practice of falling asleep beside you. At first, you’d nap in the same room but in different spaces. Usually with Levi sitting in a plush chair while you sprawled out on the couch.

Then it slowly progressed from there, taking longer and longer naps as your bodies got closer and closer together.

When you finally reach the point in your relationship where both you and Levi are comfortable sleeping beside one another throughout the night, Levi adopts some favorite positions to sleep with you.

Levi loves being the little spoon. He gets cold easily throughout the night, but with you curled around him? He’s able to sleep through the night without having to tug the blankets up once. You feel like a furnace compared to him. But he feels his entire body warm up to a comfortable temperate whenever he feels your stomach and chest pressed against his back.

He consistently wears socks to bed. But don’t you dare tease him about it because he only wears them for you. This man’s feet are freezing. Once he forgot to wear socks to bed and you woke up several times during the night because of his ice-cold feet.

When he’s the only one tired, he likes to nap with his head in your lap. Please, for the love of god, run your fingers through his hair as he drifts off. He will love you forever. He doesn’t mind if you read or, in a modern setting, watch television as he sleeps. As long as he can rest his head in your lap with one of your hands playing with his hair, Levi will be content.

When you’re the one who’s especially tired, Levi doesn’t mind if you use him as a pillow. He struggles with doing nothing for too long, this man likes to be productive. So if he needs to fill out some forms or read over some reports, he’ll happily let you use his body as a pillow as long as he can keep busy. Feel free to rest your head on his lap or shoulder if he needs to fill out some paper work. If all he needs to do is read over some documents, he has no problem lying down with you on his chest as long as he can have his hands free to hold up the book.

Now usually, Levi doesn’t like to feel too crowded. He moves around a little bit in his sleep and he will wake up if he feels trapped or if his movements are restricted. But after some intimate time in the bedroom? Please smother this man while you have the chance. Post-sex Levi is the only version of this man that craves to feel your full body weight on top of him. Yes, lay directly on top of him. He’ll run his hands along your spine and play with your hair, just please don’t leave him alone. He gets a little clingy after sex. He wants to feel taken care of as well as feel that he’s taking care of your needs.

Reiner Braun:

Now this one clings to you when he sleeps.

No matter how much space you want, no matter how far you try to distance yourself, no matter how thick of a pillow barrier you build— Reiner will find you. It doesn’t matter if he’s barely began to drift off or if he’s dead asleep, he’s body will find a way to get to yours.

I strongly stand by the belief that Reiner’s love language is physical affection. This man glows when he’s in your embrace.

If you run your nails along his scalp? He melts. Pepper kisses along his neck and jaw? He turns a dark shade of pink. Wrap your arms around him? He will not let you go for the rest of the evening.

Reiner needs physical touch. He’ll go crazy without it.

Sleeping beside you at night is one of Reiner’s favorite parts of your relationship. Being able to hold you as well as being held has become so special to him.

At night, he will either want you nestled into his side or holding you from behind. He likes to have at least one arm around you, if not both. When you sleep by his side with one of your arms tossed over his torso while your head rests on his chest, he finds it so easy to drift off. Your presence is just so comforting to him. Bonus points if you also have one of your legs thrown over his.

If your not curled up at his side, he likes to fall asleep holding you. He doesn’t mind being the little spoon, he actually loves it, but when he’s able to cradle your entire body with his, he feels all warm and fuzzy inside. He wants to protect you, he needs to protect you. When his body is shielding yours, he can sleep peacefully knowing you’re safely beside him.

Now, if you are particularly exhausted, Reiner has no issue with dropping everything to serve as your personal mattress. He will sprawl out on the couch and heave your body on top of his completely. He’ll either force himself to take a nap with you or find some quite activity to entertain himself while you sleep on top of him. Feel free to nuzzle into his neck or use his limbs as something to hold while you sleep, he wants you to use his body for your needs.

But don’t even think that Reiner is doing this out of the kindness and generosity of his heart. No, he’s just fulfilling his own selfish needs. He’s not sure what it is but there’s just something about having your entire weight on top of him that’s just so comforting. It’s addicting.

Which means that if the tables are turned and it’s Reiner who needs a nap, fully expect him to drag you away from whatever you’re doing to use you as his personal weighted blanket. Like I said, he’s just trying to fulfill his own selfish needs. It has nothing to do with the fact that Reiner’s definitely head over heels in love with you.

Also, regardless of your body type, he will grope and squeeze at any plush area of your body— thighs, ass, tummy, chest — literally any part of your body that Reiner can grab a handful of flesh. He can’t help himself. If you ask him to stop, he’ll try his best to respect your wishes but when he’s drifting off sometimes he forgets and does it anyways. But it doesn’t bother you too much because you know it comes from a place of adoration and love, and you know Reiner would never mock or tease you about your body.

Speaking of which, please retaliate and squeeze his pecs. Refer to them strictly as his “tits”, he doesn’t care what you call them as long as you don’t stop touching him. Reiner is touch starved and will put up with your shit if it means he gains physical affections.

Erwin Smith:

Before you even consider stepping in this man’s bedroom, please take into account that Erwin kicks in his sleep. Hard.

He can’t help himself. He’s not even truly aware that he does it until you let him know about it. And god, does he feel awful.

His long legs become weapons of mass destruction after 9pm. His elbows? Expect to be jabbed with them in the rib cage at least twice.

Again, it’s not intentional... he really can’t help it.

But with that having been said, this man loves to cuddle you. He’ll beg you to fall asleep in his arms if you go on a cuddles strike after getting bruised up the previous night.

It isn’t until Erwin accidentally jabs his elbow into your eye during the night that you tell him that you’re gonna start sleeping on the couch if he doesn’t clean up his act. From then on, all he’s allowed to hold is your hand at night. You enforce two sides of the mattress, your hands meeting at the middle.

And it does kill him a little on the inside.

So his solution? Soak up as much cuddles during the daytime as possible.

He enforces a mandatory cuddle time after work and just before dinner. He prefers holding you but he really doesn’t care what position you lay in as long as you’re close to him.

Erwin can usually sit pretty still during naps, he doesn’t full transform into a professional boxer until he’s at least 2 hours of sleep in.

Which means he pushes bedtime a little later than usual so that you both have time for a thirty minute nap during the day.

Erwin lives for these naps. Those thirty minutes? Yeah, that’s what gets him through the day.

He doesn’t even care if he’s not tired, he’ll force himself to lay down so that he has an excuse to hold you for a little while.

And don’t think he’s above tricking you into giving him more cuddles. In modern times, he’ll turn off your alarm clock on the weekends so that he has more time to give you some lazy morning love. And no, he doesn’t want to watch your cheesy rom-com movie for the millionth time, but he will sit beside you because that means that he has a ninety minute excuse to hold you.

He will also pull you into his lap anytime you two are alone. If you don’t want to give him physical affection at night, he’ll just demand more during the day.

Now, if he’s ever feeling under the weather or emotionally exhausted, Erwin doesn’t give two shits about your pillow barrier or imaginary mattress boundary, he’s falling asleep with you pulled as close as possible. And you’ve got a soft spot of the commander, so you allow it. When he’s not feeling 100 percent, it’s your turn to do all the holding. Rub his back, play with his hair— god, just touch him.

All he wants is for you to spend some time with him. And if you throw in some cuddles, he’ll love you forever.

Zeke Yeager:

Definitely the type pretend that he’s above all the gushy, tooth-rotting sweetness of nighttime cuddles. But he’s also the type to send a death glare in your direction when you pull away from him at night.

“Uh... do you want me to stop?”

“Did I say I wanted you to stop??”

He’s stubborn to admit that his favorite part of his day is when you get all clingy at nighttime.

Please, please, please scratch along his jaw and rake your fingers through his beard. This motherfucker will have to bite his tongue from stopping the whimper from escaping his throat.

At nighttime, if you remove his glasses for him so that you can pepper kisses along his face? He’ll melt on the inside.

When the two of you sleep beside each other, Zeke likes to either spoon or have an arm wrapped around you.

Zeke runs a little hotter than most, so if he’s feeling a little too hot at night, he’ll settle with wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Not super close, but close enough to know that you’re there.

Otherwise, Zeke enjoys being the big spoon. He loves to curl his body around yours, his arms wrapped securely around your waist as he nuzzles his nose to the nape of your neck. And yes, he will sleep with his nose buried in your hair for the rest of the night if it means he gets to smell your shampoo.

If he’s particularly stressed, sometimes he awakes during the night to smoke a cigarette. And while he does a pretty good job at crawling out of bed without waking you, you always seem to notice his absence and find him.

If he’s not ready to come back to bed yet, feel free to curl up in his lap and fall asleep with him as your pillow. He’ll finish off his cigarette and hold you for awhile before hauling you both back to bed.

If he’s ready to go back to sleep by the time you find him, he’ll wordlessly stomp out his cigarette and guide you back to bed with his hand resting on the small of your back.

Now regardless of the time of day or night, be careful when cuddling Zeke... he will definitely try to turn it into something more if he’s feeling frisky. He’s always feeling frisky.

Now if you’re tired during the day and in need of a nap, have fun trying to wrangle him onto a couch or bed. This man does not like wasting time, no matter how much he enjoys holding you. But if you’re lucky — and I mean really lucky — Zeke may have the afternoon off and will let you use him as your pillow.

He’ll turn on a nice and mellow record, maybe even smoke a cigarette as you sleep on his chest. Though don’t expect him to stay in one spot for too long, he gets antsy. Like Levi, he likes to feel productive even if the occasional relaxed evening is something he enjoys.

Now, on the rare occasion that Zeke needs a nap, fully expect him to be grumpy. Almost like a child who has gone too long without a nap. Actually, exactly like that.

He will try to steal you away from your activities to help lure him to sleep. Yes, that means petting his hair and scratching his beard until he falls asleep.

But if you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine and tell him that you’re too busy to act as his own personal pillow, expect him to pout for the rest of the day and then get ten times clingier at bedtime. Like I said, Zeke’s stubborn. He will take a nap on the couch in living room instead of your bedroom just to prove to you that he doesn’t need your cuddles in order to fall asleep. But as soon as you both climb into bed for the night, Zeke will be on your like a parasite. Don’t expect to have any say in the cuddling position if you refused him cuddles earlier that day, this is Zeke’s time to get his fill and he gets to choose the sleeping position.

Oh, and just a heads up: Zeke tends to snore in his sleep.

Luckily, it’s not too loud. Just a slightly audible rumble that comes from the back of his throat when he’s totally exhausted. But on occasions, it has woken you up.

But don’t worry, if you use this as leverage it’s more likely that Zeke will cuddle you during your daytime nap... or he’ll just tease you. Maybe both.

And don’t think I won’t go without mentioning that your desire for Zeke’s physical affection doesn’t boost his ego to the max. Oh, he lives for the days that you beg for him to hold you or play with your hair. It awakens something primal and possessive within him, knowing that you need his touch in order to fall asleep soundly. And before you ask, yes, he does tease you and mock you about it at every given chance. My best advice? Give him a taste of his own medicine.

thank you for reading!! if you enjoyed please reblog, it means the world to me and also helps support my blog <33

masterlist | tag list | about | requests: open!!

2K notes · View notes

ihatebnha · 2 years

Note

I know there seems to be debate back and forth on whether Bakugou would do casual hookups or not. I dunno, he seems to me like the type where if he didn’t have feelings for you before, fucking you would certainly seal the deal. Just seems to be the type to catch feelings no matter how hard he’d try not to (which may be why he doesn’t do casual hookups/one night stands lmao).

I dunno. Is it just wishful thinking on my part? 😅 He just seems too old fashioned for one night stands. Like he craves that peaceful domestic life with his one and only way too much for that kinda thing.

But everyone’s got their own interpretations of his character! It’s always fascinating to read different takes.

UGH emme katsupeach actually had such a good fic surrounding this idea but as far as I'm aware it's gone... regardless, THIS MY FAVORITE CONVERSATION, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BRINGING IT UP!!!!!!!!!!

I think... God. I could talk about this forever. I really could, but. For the most part, I don't think it's wishful thinking even remotely and I totally agree with you!!!

Bakugo really doesn't seem like the casual sex type, like, at all. 100% too old fashioned for reasons you mention, but also just... kind of uptight and picky at the same time. Sex has a lot of factors involved, such as finding the person, setting a time, actually doing it, the aftermath, etc... and with his schedule??? And attitude? Honestly... even if he wanted to, finding the right person every. single. time. would probably just be too much work.

That being said... I can see him trying the whole hookup thing maybe once or twice in his life, mostly because it's probably expected of him (as a hero) and he also thinks... Idk. It's doable for a guy like him.

The problem probably just becomes when he realizes that that... type of relationship isn't what he wants. Alongside the actual effort of making it happen, it bleeds into what you said about him craving something else. Something more. And I think that's when he ends up getting really fed up with the people who just want to say they've fucked a hero, or the media who constantly speculates things about him that really aren't true (pushing him to be even more reserved about his personal life)...

So is he a casual sex guy? Absolutely not. But has he had casual sex in the past? Depends on what you think, but probably.

I honestly think his sexual life probably goes something like...: nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, he becomes a sidekick/pro and wow! People wanna fuck him casually! He fucks them, it's TERRIBLE, he goes back to nothing, nothing, maybe has long term relationship and gets broken up with, DAMN! He's broken hearted so he goes back to casual sex, he remembers that hookups are terrible, and then goes right back to nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, etc... rinse and repeat.

But you know! There's so much that could happen, too. Like hate sex, because he thinks he could NEVER like you no matter how hard he tries... being fuck buddies because he thinks it's the closest he'll ever get to you.......

And my favorite.......... jaded Bakugo... who dates you after a long ass dry period so he surprises himself by being extra needy... UGHHHAIUFDASDKJFA...

Yeah, though. He's a soft, loyal man on the inside. Just like his daddy.

#bakugo #wow anon u deserve a kiss for sending me this thank u #even if i say the same every time i could answer it a hundred times over #idk #peoples interpretations are all good but ours are my favorite LOOOOOOL #ask #anon #caitie post #bakugo thoughts

124 notes · View notes

just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 3 years

Note

hey luv, can i request some simple, domestic fluff with jonathan crane? like maybe jon having a casual heart attack from seeing reader in one of his shirts, trying their best to cook them both breakfast or feeding his crows, doesn't matter. i'm just in need of pure fluff with this rowdy stinkman garbage boy

Oh pure fluff, that's what I need now and seeing this request of our favorite but oh so terrible "God of Fear" made me determined to write it!!

Thank you for the request and I am sorry for taking so long to do it!

Being one of the most known and wanted Villains of Gotham can be stressful for to only Jonathan but to his beloved as well since the batman knows of his relationship with (Y/n). Whenever he escapes arkham the first person the Batman would interrogate was her, thinking that the scarecrow would go to her first, or that she might know of his hideout, which she doesn't since he never took her there to begin with, and because he is a "hero" he never took her into custody sense she never really participated in any of his schemes or his escapes. Of course, he could have taken her for not reporting him whenever he was in her home, or going out on dates, but again he was a "Hero" who never harm civilians.

That was the only thing he was grateful to the batman for.

And despite his commitment to his life as the infamous Scarecrow, he had his other commitment to (Y/n) as Jonathan. It was difficult trying to balance between gasing the city and planning a romantic night for his hardworking Darling. So after escaping Arkham again and laying low for a few months until the batman was distracted with Joker again, to inform his henchman that he will take a couple of weeks off and they should do the same, with every few days one making sure that his lab wasn't burning.

He surprised (Y/n) with a getaway to out of Gotham to a Rural area, his childhood home to be exact. Despite is being a great mansion that has been past to generations Jonathan loathed the place but seeing how it has a lot of space and no-one dares to come near it of fear it being hunted, he renewed the home from the inside so he can use as a second area to escape to, in case Gotham no longer was safe for him, but now with his Darling that place became their home. So after making some adjustments he brought his (Y/n) to their now second home.

It was heaven for him, waking up and sleeping together, being in the same table in all three meals, and engaging into cute couple activities that he only saw on TV or read in books. It was really tempting to just forget his career in gothem and start a new just for the sake of experiencing this bless everyday for the rest pf his life.. But he knew it was impossible, so he wanted to enjoy these few days as long as possible.

Jonathan was forced awake when the sun light that seeped from between the heavy curtains assaulted his eyes. He groaned and turned around stretching his arm to your side in order to cuddle you until noon, but his brows furrowed when he was met with an empty cold space. He forced one of his eyes open and saw that you were no where to be seen. He knew that there was no reason to stay in bed if you weren't there with him, and so he stretched his limps before standing up and picking up his clothes that was discarded on the ground from your... Previous night "intimate activities", just the thought of it made grin like an idiot. He paused when realizing that his white dress shirt or missing, maybe it was somewhere in the halls, lost in your moment of passion no doubt so he shrugged it off believing that you wouldn't mind him walking around with only his pants.

"Now, where could you be?" He asked himself as he looked at your empty side. He didn't need to think more for his answer came in the form of wood cracking lightly from above him. "There you are."

He walked out of the room and made his way through the halls to the stairs that lead to the attic, which was quite spacious so he made it into a special room for his pet crows. He remembers the time he introduced (Y/n) to them, she was quite scared at first, which was very adorable to him, but with time the fear turned to simple nervousness and from that to adoration, which was some time troublesome because he doesn't seem to be able to keep her away from there, always wanting to feed and pet those dark creatures. Finally reaching the attic's door Jonathan had this mischievous thought of scaring you, the attic was mostly dark having only one big window that allows that sun light, many pillars he could hide behind without you directing him, I mean he did that many times with the batman and he was only able to catch glimpse of him, so he doubted that you would be able to even know he was around, confident with his plan he opened the door slowly and carefully to it won't make as much as a creak as he sneaked in. However, the entire plan was thrown at the window when he finally saw.

You stood there legs and feet bare, your hair a mess not brushing it after waking up probably, the only item covering you was his missing white dress shirt which was too big on you. Jonathan's eyes where wide in both shock and fascination, he could feel his heart hammer against his rib cage as you giggled from of of the crows feathers tickling you cheek. He must have made a sound some how for you turned around to look directly at him, and caused his heart ache to rise, for the top buttons were undone which showed a generous amount of you cleavage, and with the sun light bathing you, you literally shined in his. Poor Jonathan wanted nothing more than to fall on his knees for you.

"Jonathan." You called breaking him out of his train of thoughts.

You came towards him causing the crows around you to fly away to their nests. You had such a look of concern as you came closer.

"Hey, are you alright?" You asked as you titled your head to the side.

No able to hold it back anymore, Jonathan wrapped his arms around you bringing you closer to him, his nose buried further in the crook of your neck and his hummed in content when he felt your own arma wrap around him as you pressed yourself further against his body. You stood like that for what felt like hours, before you had to pry yourself away from him enough to look to his face.

"Someone woke up in a good mood." You stated with a smile that he returned.

"I did." He replied not letting you go, no that you tried anyway.

"And may I ask what is the reason professor?" You asked sounding intrigued.

The two of you started swaying with each other, until it looked like you were slow dancing to no music.

"Oh my dear it is a simple reason really." He said with a spin and he took you hand into his, his other hand resting on your waist while your own was on his bare shoulder.

"Is it now?" You continued to ask earning a him of approval from him.

He slowly stopped your small dance before taking your hand and kissed it tenderly but didn't pull it away from his lips enjoying the feeling of your skin.

"The reason my dear... Is because I seem to find myself smitten by you all over again." He confessed.

He could see a soft blush starting to show on your cheeks, embarrassed by his words, but you didn't allow it to show.

"Are you know?"

"Oh yes." He quickly said. "You fill my every thought even more than before, every minute I spend away from you feels like hours and the hours like days and the days to weeks and so on so forth."

"Then I guess nights spend scheming were terrible for you?" You asked enjoying his words and craving for more.

"Tormenting!" He almost exclaimed as the hand around your waist brought you close again." And the nights locked up at Arkham were agonizing."

"I did offer to visit you." You reminded.

"And risk the batman lurking over you even more or the cops sniffing after you?.. Never! I'd rather spent a thousand night and a day alone with the blissful thought that you were safe rather than drage you down with me."

He declared and you knew he was sincere. You pulled your hand away from his body only to bring them again to cups his face.

"Then what about me?" You asked with a pout. "I can't stand living those thousand night and a day knowing where you are but can't reach you. I'd probably go mad!"

You said as you dropped backwards dramatically but he caught you with a chuckle bringing up again to meet his blue eyes.

"You would go mad without me?" He asked with a grin.

"Of course." You answered with mot hesitation. "You aren't the only one smitten badly here, how do you think I felt when you same here all shirtless and messy?"

He raised a brow at your words the grin never leaving.

"You like that I look like a mess now?" He asked in a fake bewilderment.

"Well, yes, after all, everyone knows the uptight, serious and organized professor crame, but only I get to see the hot mess of a man Jonathan Crane." You said with a giggle.

Not able to resist anymore, with his arms still locked around you, Jonathan pulled you close to him as he leaned down to press his lips against your own and you kissed him back. The rest of your world was lost against his lips. The kiss was gentle and careful but it wasn't enough, greedy for more you sneaked your arms around his neck before running your fingers through his hair and gently clenching it as you pulled him harder against you. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled under you back gathering you against him and from the ground, causing you to let out a surprised yelp, breaking the kiss. You'd always be surprised at how truely strong Jonathan can be. You looked back to him, your eyes lost into his blue ones, you were about to lean down to continue the kiss but the moment was interrupted by your stomach growls.

You were suprised by the loud sound and because your eyes were locked on Crane's, you saw the exact moment his eyes slightly widened at the sound as well. Embarrassed and having no where to hide you buried your face against the crook of his neck. Your lover just laughed as he rubbed your back in comfort, finding the situation funny, his laughter eventually died down, but the grin was still there.

"How about we go to the kitchen for breakfast, and then... " he pressed his lips against your ears. "We can continue this after."

Lifting your head slowly to meet his eyes, you saw that the lust was still there and he could have just ignored your what he heard and continued to slam you against one of the wooden pillars so your moment of passion was not gone, but to him your needs are a priority... including food. So he slowly put you back down and with your arms locked together you made your way to the kitchen.

Yes, jonathan had some awful memories in this house, but with his darling new memories were made as the old once are being forgotten.

---

I hope you enjoyed this fic and that you don't mind the bit of spice in the end.

#jonathan crane x reader #Scarecrow x Reader #jonathan crane imagine

682 notes · View notes

inthegistoftime · 3 years

Text

Domestic Headcanons With Jesper Fahey

Domestic Headcanons With Jesper because I'm desperate and in love with him like many others, and crave more love for this man ✋🥰 Anyways, this is my first post, enjoy xx

(Please keep in mind that I only write with she/her pronouns because that is what I identify as and is were I have experience in, Thank you 💕)

you fell for this rat too?

I'm just kidding, I love him

So, after a few years of dating

and life threatening activities ofc

you two decide to settle down somewhere

you both decide to put together all your coin

you don't have much, but

eventually

you two move into a cute little cottage

on some bright green land

not too far away from society

but far enough to be safe and have some peace and quiet

It reminds Jesper of his dads farm

and oh boy does he let you know it

"you know, when I was a kid-" "Jesper, sweetheart, I love you, but you've told me this a thousand times"

he usually just chuckles and rubs the back of his neck

a slightly embarrassed smile on his face

good god he's so cute

but don't be fooled!

he's still the same cheeky ratbag you fell in love with

After you two settle into your little cozy cottage, you decide to adopt a few animals

not many, but still enough to keep you two busy

You end up getting a cow

three sheep, two lambs

A dog you named Bellamy

and a random stray cat that rocked up to your house one day

Jesper fell for the cow the day you got her

He named her Evelyn

nicknaming her Evie everytime he walked past and pet her

"Good morning Evie, ready for breakfast?"

"Ah, good girl, Evie!"

sometimes Jesper will come up behind you and poke you in the sides

it makes you jump and kinda annoys you

but the giggles he makes as he wraps his arms around your waist and burys his face into your neck is definitely worth it

he loves slow dancing with you

he is always down to dance

had a bad day?

worry not, he's putting on your favourite record rn

Want a hug?

Oh honey, that hug is gonna turn into swaying

he loves the way you relax into him

your head on his chest, whilst he rests his on top of yours

you can hear his steady heartbeat

it's soothing

Sometimes you both go out to the market together

he still wears the hat and his guns

he just wants to keep his little lady safe from the bad guys 🥺

once you bought him a pair of suspenders as a joke

he casually wears them

gotta match his fit tho

he managed to get out of his gambling addiction with the help of you

but it took time

there were fights

there were times where he gave in

there were times where he needed to be held

but you both got through it together

and came out on top, stronger then ever

This man

oh my saints

this man loves to kiss you

24/7

lips? check

nose? check

forehead? check

literially all over your face? CHECK

ofc you do it too

he loves getting kisses from you

he absolutely melts

doesn't matter where the kiss was placed

random, but this man loves when you pet his eyebrows, idc what you say

he finds it soothing and it just feels nice to him

He loves looking at you

you could be wearing something revealing that hugs you in all the right spots or the long nightgown you wore to bed last night

he would still be awestruck

acting and feeling as if it was the first time he's ever seen you

"Saints my Darling, you look ravishing"

*insert heart eyes*

he feels so lucky to have such a strong and gorgeous woman on his side who loves him to the moon and back

xxx

#jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey headcanons #jesper fahey hc #jesper fahey imagine #Jesper Fahey x you #grishaverse #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse x you #grishaverse imagine #grishaverse headcanons #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows headcanon #can you tell I'm getting lazy with this #i hate hashtags #my work #headcanons

138 notes · View notes

atlasshrugd · 3 years

Note

I've got a question for you, if you could've had one storyline for britin that you got to choose what would it have been ?

hello again fav! thank you for this ask.

oh my god. there's so many. how do i narrow it down?

from the top of my head, I would have loved to see more daily, domestic moments between brian and justin when they were in a relationship first and foremost. I know there are a few, but honestly things are more implied than shown. I would have loved to see them having more casual talks, discussions - stupid shit, serious shit, about brian's work, about justin's art, etc. It would have been nice to show them connecting in that 'partner' way in the simple moments. we have seen a lot of big moments between them, and a lot of hot moments, but man does my heart crave to see them going through their morning routine, or their little talks after they come home from work.

(ppl can say that it would have been too boring for such a fast-paced show, but MAN did we get an overabundance of babylon shots!!)

another thing I wished we could have seen more of (kind of a storyline??) is brian and justin BROKEN UP FOR LONGER. hear me out:

you can NOT tell me that you wouldn't love to see justin tormenting brian at work for longer. even though i LOVE their reunification, it seemed pretty fast. I would have loved to see an agitated brian at work with a flirty justin. just think about it: he would pretend not to know justin, but everyone would suspect something going on between them because of the aggressive stares they give each other in the halls and in meetings. justin would know things about brian that all the other partners and interns have never heard of, like "He has milk in his tea," or "Switch it to decaf he won't know the difference." And people would just be wondering HOW the hell the new kid knows these things.

brian would check on the art department WAY more than usual, and justin would "accidentally" stick his ass out when he knows the big bad mr. kinney is paying a visit. people would wonder why brian is harder on the new intern than anyone else, and why justin never gets upset like the others. but at the end of the day, brian would be pleased with justin's work because he is smart and talented and understands brian's mind like no one else.

it would be a BALL and it would end in an explosion.

the sexual tension would be PALPITATING, and tbh I just want to see more of a single justin taylor. for the majority of the show, he is in a relationship of some sort. but justin taylor on his own is a GOD. he gets what he wants. i would have loved to see him thrive on his own, while trying to get brian back, but brian being too stubborn and prideful resisting with all he can, until - obviously - he can't anymore.

(no one can resist justin taylor for long)

anyway, the whole drawn out 'lovers to enemies to colleagues to friends to lovers' would have been a GLORIOUS sequence of events. it would have shown another side of both brian and justin:

- brian being the one that is preyed on, him denying temptation for once (also reminiscent of s1 except with feelings)

- justin being the dominant one in that he goes for what he wants, developing professionally and impressing brian, having to actually flirt with brian instead of just hopping into his bed, foreplay

and it would have also been beautiful to see their rivalry become a friendship. they would still be recovering from hurts they both inflicted on each other, and brian would be in denial, but they would have eventually worked together for long enough to re-establish why they worked so well together in the first place: they understand each other without words. they would definitely talk during breaks (after the heat simmered down a little) and sometimes brian would drive justin back home when they stayed overtime. it would be a tiny, comforting slice of what was, but without the sex. and this would open so many new perspectives in brian's mind, and deepen their love.

also. uh. THE PINING.

#anyways #hope that answered something #but GOD intern!justin gets me #i need more fics like this #PLEASE #queer as folk #britin #qaf #brian kinney #justin taylor #brian x justin #mine #ask

80 notes · View notes

my-emotional-self · 3 years

Text

Toxic Love Chapter 6

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing. But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide, nightmares

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story! I apologize in advance!

After Steve and Bucky helped you get everything unpacked, the three of you enjoyed some take-out. Pizza to be exact. Well, the same pizza you had earlier with them. You had been craving it for the last two weeks and your stomach was very happy.

“Did you make your grocery list yet?” Bucky asked as he took care of the cleaning up.

You couldn’t help but laugh. As you were unpacking the few items you had for your personal kitchen, you began playing with the screen on the refrigerator. You couldn’t believe the high tech gadget and while it took you nearly an hour, you finally figured out how to add groceries to the list.

“I did. I’m surprised I was able to figure it out, it only took me about an hour,” you responded.

This made Bucky full out laugh. “An hour? That’s actually impressive. It took Steve here almost a month to figure it out before he finally gave up and asked for help.”

Trying to hide your smirk, you turned to look at Steve. He had a scowl on his face as he was looking at Bucky. “Let’s not forget I was frozen for 70 years. I’m still trying to learn all this damn technology.”

Leaning over you pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Don’t worry about it Steve. Other than my gaming setup, I’m not too big on technology either.”

~~~

“Dad, I’m home!” you called out to your father as you shut the front door to the run down farmhouse. It was just the two of you now ever since your mother’s death one year ago today. You didn’t want to go to school, you wanted to stay home. Stay in bed. But your father said it would be best to try and continue on like it was any other normal day. It would never be a normal day. Ever again.

As you turned the corner and into the living room, you saw him. Your father. Dead. Hanging from the wooden ceiling beam with a noose around his neck. “Dad?” you choked out, not believing that this was happening again. “No. No, no, no, no, NO!” you screamed as you ran to him. Upon touching his leg you knew it was too late. Way too late. He was so cold to the touch. It had been hours since he committed suicide and you weren’t here for him.

“Why dad! WHY DID YOU DO THIS! DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE!!” you cried and begged but it was no use. He too was now gone.

~~~

You jolted awake by the feeling of hands on you. Your breathing was ragged and you were dripping in sweat. Both Steve and Bucky on either side of you; their eyes filled with worry.

“Are you alright?” Steve questioned.

“How..did you…get in…here,” you replied as you tried to catch your breath. These kinds of nightmares always made you feel like you had just ran a marathon.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y alerted us that your heart rate was going through the roof. You scared us half to death with your screaming doll,” Bucky spoke quietly in the dark room. “You feel warm,” he said as he placed the back of his flesh hand over your forehead.

Shrugging him away as nicely as possible, you got out of bed. “I’m fine. I’m just going to take a cool shower. Thanks for coming to check on me though.”

Inside the confines of your bathroom you opened the medicine cabinet and took out a couple of bottles. Filling up a glass of cold water, you placed the pills in your mouth and downed the entire glass.

It had been months since you last had a nightmare. To be honest, you thought they were finally done with, until you realized the todays date. Of course. It was the anniversary of your parents’ death. How could you have forgotten? Oh right. You had met your soulmates and spent the entire day moving into your new place. Now you felt guilty for even forgetting in the first place.

As you stripped of your sweat soaked clothing, you hopped into the shower. The water mixed with your tears as you quietly sobbed and asked your parents for forgiveness.

~~~

When you got out of the shower, Steve and Bucky were no longer in your room. Instead, you found a little note on your pillow.

We didn’t know if we should give you space or wait for you so we will let you make that decision. Let us know if you need us to come back tonight. Try and get some sleep sweetheart.

Steve and Bucky

Even though the note was sweet and thoughtful, you knew instantly that you would not be getting any more sleep tonight.

By eight in the morning you were still awake and scrolling through social media when a text from Bucky came in.

Bucky: Breakfast in the communal kitchen? Everyone would like to meet you.

Oh god. You were dreading this part. You had already met Natasha, but to meet everyone else all at once? Anxiety began to creep over you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet them, it was that you had anxiety about meeting people for the first time.

Y/N: Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready

Jumping out of bed you headed for the closet to try and figure out what to wear. Was this casual? Or was everyone going to be wearing their pajamas? Did you want to dress to impress them? Or did you want to be yourself? You went with the latter, figuring if you were going to all be living under the same roof, they might as well get to know the real you.

You put on a pair of black skinny ripped jeans and a plain forest green t-shirt. Slipping your feet into your comfortable black flats, you were about to head out the door when you took a look at yourself in mirror. Steve would blow a fuse at the dark circles under your eyes. So you quickly placed some concealer under your eyes.

Steve and Bucky were waiting for you in the kitchen and the three of you headed down to the communal living area. They didn’t ask you about your nightmare and you were grateful for that.

The elevator doors opened and for once, your stomach growled at the smell of breakfast in the morning. You loved breakfast food, but you weren’t big on eating in the morning. Now breakfast for dinner, that was something you could eat every night.

Steve cleared his throat and everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the three of you. Instantly you felt your face heat up.

“Everyone, this is our soulmate Y/N,” Steve spoke loud and clear. He began pointing everyone out for you. “That’s Tony, Pepper and Bruce. You know Natasha of course and right there is Clint and Darcy. Thor and Jane are still on Asgard but you’ll meet them another time.”

You awkwardly waved. “Hey everybody.”

Tony was the first to come up to you and he shook your hand. “Tony I can’t thank you enough for my rooms here. They are perfect.”

He waved his hand like it was no big deal. “Please. My gift to you. And that is why I pay my interior designer the big bucks. She knows what she’s doing. Now, if you need anything, anything at all, just ask F.R.I.D.A.Y and I’ll make it happen. Happy to have you here kiddo. Maybe you can keep those two out of trouble huh?”

“I’ll try,” you chuckled.

Just then Bruce came up and the two of you exchanged quiet ‘hellos’ before he and Tony were off to their lab, food and coffee in hand.

“Hey, now that you’re here, maybe Cap will stop being such a grouch all the time now that he’ll get laid,” Clint blurted out and as quickly as the words left his mouth, Natasha smacked him upside the head. “What? It’s the truth. No offense Steve but you have been a real crab ass the last few months.”

“Shut up Clint!” Darcy spoke as she shoved him out of the way. “Hi there. I’m Darcy. Darcy Lewis. Just ignore him. He doesn’t think before he speaks.”

In that moment, you knew you were going to be good friends with Darcy. “Nice to meet you Darcy.”

“Now I hear that you game, is that correct?” she began to say as the two of you piled food onto your plates and sat down.

The morning didn’t go as bad as you thought. The only downside was that it now seemed Steve was in a bad mood because of Clint’s big mouth. At least you were getting to know Darcy and Pepper and they both were really nice.

Darcy asked you a lot of questions about your job and gaming. She had even asked if she could sit in on a night that you worked so she could watch everything. Of course you said she could. Hell, it would be fun to have Darcy there.

You were starting to get tired after not getting much sleep so you excused yourself and went back to your room. Tonight would be the first night that you will be working at the tower and you wanted to try and get some rest. You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

“Is everything alright sweetheart?” Steve’s voice startled you just as you were about to open your door.

“Jesus Steve, don’t sneak up on me like that,” you replied with a hand on your heart.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to make sure you were feeling alright. Especially after last night is all.”

Dropping your hand from your chest, you gave him a tight smile and put your arms around his narrow waist, pulling him in for a hug. “I’m ok Steve. Just a little tired is all.”

He placed his chin on your head and held you in his arms. You felt safe against him. Like nothing or no one could ever hurt you. You were starting to realize that maybe single life wasn’t what you truly wanted. Single life was just something that you had become accustomed to over the last year. Maybe being in a relationship again would be better for you.

#steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #dark!steve rogers #dark! steve rogers

113 notes · View notes

saturnsstufff · 3 years

Note

Mmm domestic hell bliss

Also I too can hear sing to me for techno sat drop the playlist

Also

Jackie and Wilson

“She gonna save me, call me baby

Run her hands through my hair

She’ll know me crazy, sooth me daily

Better yet, she wouldn’t care”

You were perfect to him, you never judged him for the voices. And oh how they loved you. He had told Phil about it once and he had jokes about how they loved you more then he did. You understood his violence and for that he would love you forever

-hemlock

AHHH OK OK OK I DONT KNOW WHY BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS ALL (its all typed on my phone, tomarrow ill crop it and revise it. Deepest apologies!)

Technoblade- Sing To Me (MISSO)

Warnings: violence

Talking to the mirror like I've seen him somewhere before

He said I look familiar, did we meet the other night?

Somebody once told me that there's two sides to life, what's yours?

Technoblade stood looking into the Mirrior, his all to familiar face staring back at him with casual eyes. Yet somthing within him knew there was somthing swimming with need. As of lately the voices had been driving him wild. So much so that he had Phil relocate you to L'amanburg until the phase ended. He hated to admit it, but he was truly terrified he would hurt you.

Phil offered his words of reassurance, but nothing seemed to calm the fear within his stomach- eating, and pecking away at himself.

The voices loved you, they always have. Thats why it terrified tech when a few voices made violent comments twords you. Nothing Techno would ever dream of doing to you.

I might have accidentally let the darkness eat the light And that's why

I prayed, I prayed, God sent me right to voicemail

It's like, all day my vanity is for sale

Take it away, my head is in my own hell

All he could do was lean on the sink. His face dripping with the now cold water he washed his face with. He somehow felt like splashing water on himself would make everything better. But he was mistaken...

With calloused hands he gripped at his head, the voices starting up again. The blood they craved, he had nothing for it. Nothing to offer to apease them. All he could do is sit and listen to their greedy cries.

Sing to me, I am not doing well

Getting tired of my own words

Sing to me 'cause I can't hear myself

Through the loudness of my own hurts

Call me selfish when I say this, say this

I'm kinda helpless, and I need you

Sing to me 'cause I'm not doing well

With a surge of unknown anger he couldnt help himself when his fist rose and punched through the glass. Shattering the bathroom mirrior. His eyes flaring with a brute gaze. Somthing he often tried to hide.

Was he angry at the voices? Was he angry because the thoughts wanted to harm you? Or was he angry because you were the only one that could calm them, and you were not here.

Glancing down at the shattered glass left a distaste in his mouth. You would raise hell on him for breaking it... or would you? Would you understand?

Somehow I got nominated as a king of sadness

Got so much I know that I could even feed the birds

And that's why

The memory of your hurt face came into mind. You had begged him to oet you stay. All you wanted to do was help him. Help him through the violent struggle. Yet he pushed you out "for your safety".

He wouldn't admit it. But he longed to feel your soft hands on his cheeks. Holding his face, telling him it will all be ok. He wanted that more than anything. More than anything.

He couldnt help the little tears that welled up and fell. He missed you, he missed your kindness, your soft loving heart. The heart that beat for him.

I prayed, I prayed, God sent me right to voicemail

It's like, all day my vanity is for sale

Take it away, my head is in my own hell

Thinking of you only made the voices rise up more. Many of them chanting for you to be brought home. Brought back into his arms. Somewhere you were always safe.

The cuts he now adorned on his hands from the glass stung with realism. Reminding him he was still within the moment. They almost stung as much as his heart did. He wished for you to take his hands and tend to them like you would do after every battle. You made everything better. Everything.

Sing to me, I am not doing well

Getting tired of my own words

Sing to me 'cause I can't hear myself

Through the loudness of my own hurts

Call me selfish when I say this, say this

I'm kinda helpless, and I need you

Sing to me 'cause I'm not doing well

His eyes met his own in the shattered peices scattering the floor. With almost a silent agreement he knew...

Come morning, he would be bringing you home.

#sat's drabbles #tb #techno x reader

99 notes · View notes

renidyy · 3 years

Text

Everything on the dsmp rn has its own very specific vibe that I just love.

The syndicate, full of individuals who have all done questionable things, all in one place. A collection of the wealthiest misfits of the server, identities hidden behind aliases. The base of a secret society, dimly lit by firelight and lava, hidden past a gate of trust. Meetings held at a table made of some unknown substance, something not even an immortal had laid his eyes on before. The freeing anarchist ideals, the individuality every member is allowed to pursue. There’s some sort of warm yet threatening aura about the syndicate. Everyone has a place here, everyone holds power.

The looming, unknown threat of an alien creature. The horrifying existence of a being capable of infecting people, able to turn them against their friends, their ideals, doomed to pursue an idealized goal. The brainwashing, the cult-like loyalty, no hesitation to resort to violence. We know that something is going to go wrong there, something sinister. But there’s uncertainty. So we have to sit and watch more and more people get hurt as a result of the egg. The red banquet draws closer, and we are uncertain. Uncertain of who is at risk, or what might occur. Everything surrounding the egg holds this unsettling uncertainty.

The sharply contrasting domesticity of snowchester. Snowed in on a sunny day, spending the weekends with a loved one. Survivors of war building a life for themselves, trying their best to recover in every aspect of their life. A gigantic empty house, built block by block by the hands of a god, waiting to be made a home, a safe space. The warmth behind a traumatized family just trying to learn to love life again, finding their happiness in each other, in Michael.

Dream, a living demonstration of karma. A man whose server has turned against him, his actions coming back to bite him ten fold. His inhumane treatment is fueling his descent into madness. Trapped in isolation, the bubbling of lava his company. The desperation in his eyes as he scrapes for power, falling into the depths of his own mind to find any last resort. His twisted morals and views of friendship, of people, dictating every choice. A feared man now fearful himself, alone in an obsidian room full of distorted shadows, his insanity leaving him with the hope that his friends might approve of him, of Tommy’s revival.

Wilbur, a memory so faded that the lines have been blurred. The menacing presence the mention of his name holds. A man falling off the edge, who died with his symphony, remembered for the good things he had done. The hurt he caused lingering in averted eyes, uneasy shifts of a leg, the shake in a young boy’s voice at the sight of his ghost. Ghostbur is a scar, a reminder of a wound that still aches. The need for him to have been a better man in life than he really was, the hope that in death he’s better off. The hope that he remains dead. The uncertain aura behind the existence of the revive book, threatening to bring an unhinged dead man back to finish off what’s left of his symphony, or rather, who. The bittersweet presence of a man long dead.

Quackity, the cabinet member of a long-gone country, the mistreatment by the president lingering in every choice he makes. Blood stains on white shirts, gambling chips scattered across every surface. Taking advantage of the toll Tommy’s death took on Sam to fulfill his own goals, his selfish crave for power. The messy chaos, the casual torture, the scars projecting memories onto the surface of his skin for everyone to see. The willingness to bring people down with him for his own sake. A man desperately holding onto his power as he makes a deal with the devil. Unhealed scars, tired eyes, the gambling high, rolled sleeves.

Tommy, a walking reminder of death. Both for himself and everyone around him. The jarring image of a hated, unfairly treated, and traumatized child dying and coming back, both at his abuser’s hands. The care hidden behind his harsh, exhausted words. He’s hurt, and he’s jealous, but he still puts his best friend first. ‘Does he make you happy? Then yeah.’ Ranboo treating him patiently and with care, understanding his trauma. The frustration at being worse mentally than he started off, the anger at being replaced, inching towards the realization that maybe he has a place in the life his friends started, too. Pure exhaustion behind having no space to heal, having been to hell and back.

I just think the dreamsmp is neat

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp wilbur #tommyinnit #dsmp lore #dsmp tommy #dsmp quackity #dsmp the syndicate #dsmp the egg #dsmp ranboo #dsmp tubbo

127 notes · View notes