#but some cuddling and napping on the shoulder makes it all worth it

[mondscheinprinzessin]

What else can one ask, need and want in a friendship???? 😌 truest shit ever <3

Burping into each other faces, making fun when the other throws up, slapping a banana into the sleeping face - who doesn't want that friendship🥰

Two curly-haired "angels"

#answered #and we all know where that banana has probably been before #but some cuddling and napping on the shoulder makes it all worth it #matelas

[denwritesandcries]

sleepy!Tara Carpenter Headcanons

Pairing: tara carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: In all the times you fall asleep with Tara, she's always in your arms.

Word count: 1,7k.

Content: cursing, mentions of ghostface, fluff, slightly angst, LOTS of cuddles, sleep disorders, tara's horrible sleep habits.

A/N: Alright, I don't know who first started the headcanon of Tara sleepwalking, but thank you cause it made me think about things.

English is not my first language.

- Tara has many different facets of behavior when she's sleepy and all of them end with her acting like a clingy koala.

- Will use you as her personal pillow at every opportunity she gets, whether in quick naps or during the night. Don't even try to escape it. Head lying on your shoulder or lap, leaning against your body and completely melted in your arms.

- If she's too drunk after a party, she'll pass out on you the second you lie down and even if she's mad after a fight, she'll drag you to the bed by your wrist and put your arms around her waist, fixing you the way she wants, before crossing her arms with a frown and her back turned to you.

- It's no use tho, a few minutes later she turns around again to bury her face in your chest or neck and intertwine your legs together. A stupid argument isn't worth a bad night's sleep, even if she's still very mad at you (she’s not).

- Has frequent nightmares, but doesn't like to talk about it. Tara wakes up scared and with her heart racing and becomes extremely shy and quiet as she asks you to hold her tighter.

- She insists that her dreams don't scare her anymore, but the way she's clearly alarmed after it happens tells you enough to know that it's not true, so you just do as she asks and do your best to make sure she doesn't spend the nights alone and embarrassed of being affected by it.

- Tara often can't go back to sleep after them, so she follows you around the apartment while you stay up with her, insisting that she's not tired even though she yawns loudly while you prepare a late-night snack or put on some random show for you to watch on TV.

- Poor baby has had a lot of trouble falling asleep since Ghostface – she has practically chronic dark circles under her eyes – let alone sleeping peacefully, so when it happens, Tara sleeps like a rock. As if there could be a bang in the house and she still wouldn't wake up.

- It’s a sleepwalker and sleep talker. Tara is very restless – you've already been kicked a few times because of that. Better be prepared to be frightened a lot until you get used to it, because she won't admit that she actually does this. You don't know if she just doesn't want to admit it out of shame or if she's in denial – or maybe she's just gaslighting you for fun, who knows? Your girlfriend can be a little smartass when she wants.

- Tara says disjointed words most of the time, what she's dreaming about or conversations you've had throughout the week, topics you didn't even remember talking about but suddenly her hoarse voice wakes you up and she's mumbling about something silly that the core four did together or even full sentences that leave you simply confused.

- At first you think she’s actually talking to you and you poke her to ask what she's saying and she wakes up irritated. Girly gets so, so grumpy about you waking her up, why the hell did you do that? She was so comfortable sprawled on top of you. What is that? No, she didn't say anything. Shush.

You wake up one night with a hand too small to be another Ghostface slapping you squarely in the nose, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking around in alarm, only to find Tara in the far corner of the bed lying in a way that couldn't possibly be comfortable, one of her legs hooked into the crook of your knee.

“...the car,” she mumbled and you moved closer to hear better, confused and scratching one of your eyes to ward off the tiredness.

“What?” You ask quietly, holding back a yawn, “What you said, baby?”

Tara shifts her position, looking slightly uncomfortable, her hand almost reaching you again as she rubs her face into the pillow.

“No,” she turns again, “The blue car.”

Why does it feel like she's angry with you?

Noticing that her eyes were still tightly closed, you arch an eyebrow and lightly shake her shoulder.

“What car?” you ask when she finally opens her eyes.

“What?” Tara looks just as perplexed as you.

“The car. The blue car,” you repeat, curious, “What about that?”

She stares at you for a long moment, seeming to try to assimilate what you're saying.

“You woke me up to talk about a damn car?”

"You tell me!" You exclaim, “What’s with the blue car?”

Tara snorts in complete disbelief, adjusting herself back in your arms and choosing to ignore your confused expression. You lay there, cradling her safely and being the one without sleep this time, wondering what the hell car she was talking about.

- Sometimes she murmurs variations of 'I love you', spoken softly against the skin of your neck, so over time it stops confusing you and becomes just captivating.

- You almost have a heart attack when you see her sleepwalking for the first time, thinking that someone had broken into the apartment.

- Sam had to sit down with you and explain to you that Tara does this since they were kids, after the high scream you gave when you saw a five-foot shadow trying to open the wardrobe with unfocused eyes and failing miserably.

- You woke up the whole house – including your girlfriend – with the sound, but at least it gave you all a good laugh and a completely confused Tara cursing everyone and going back to bed.

- In defense of her and your sleep, this doesn't happen that much. These are peculiarities that occur mainly due to stress; if she has a fight with you or Sam, for example, or during college tryout season.

- It also happens because of the nightmares she has. You and Sam are convinced that this would improve if she went to therapy like her sister, but you know how stubborn your girlfriend is.

- This also becomes captivating, you no longer wake everyone up when you find her sitting at the kitchen counter writing a grocery list in the dark because she forgot to do the task during the day and kept that in mind.

- You always gently guide her back to bed and she curls up around you immediately, because as much as the 'You can't wake a sleepwalker!' thing is bullshit, it's better not to have to deal with the sad pout on her tired face when this happens.

- Tara is a BIG cuddler. Even if she doesn't stay like that all night, she has to have your body touching hers and fall asleep like that.

- She is usually the little spoon, but likes to be the big one when she is angry or feeling protective about something.

- It's comical when that happens, it's like having a little backpack clinging to you, even if you're not much taller than her, because Tara insists on trying – she never succeeds – to rest her chin on the top of your head in those days, so the difference is always stark. Girl is determined.

She's upset after a stupid party where a random guy hit on you, practically foaming at the mouth while mumbling about 'That fucking dumb bastard, how dare he?' on the way back.

Your girlfriend is still upset as you prepare for bed, even though your reassurances and soft kisses have calmed her earlier anger. Now she's just quiet, insecure.

You lie down among the sea of pillows and blankets spread out on the bed, opening your arms: “Come here, dear.”

Tara goes, but instead you feel her weight sink into the mattress behind you under the blankets, warm arms wrapping around you tightly.

She only truly relaxes when she buries her face in your hair and breathes in your scent. You feel her melt, like she can't get enough of your touch.

- Her favorite position, however, is when she is turned to you, her face buried in your neck and her body pressed against your chest, with your arms around her waist keeping her close.

- Likes to nap during the day and stay up late making movie marathons or finishing college work. Takes every chance she gets to simply rest with her head on your thighs for a few minutes.

- On those occasions when you are not with her and find her dozing on the couch, Tara will wake up for a moment, blink her eyes innocently and ask you to join her for just a few minutes. Her doe eyes can be very convincing, there's no way denying her that.

- You promise to yourself that you won't fall asleep, but you end up passing out less than 20 minutes later, with her warm body sprawled on top of you. It's like you can't help it, your girlfriend is basically a walking heater and she's so comfortable.

“Tara, I need to finish this book.”

“But baby,” she takes your hand in hers, rubbing circles into the wrist with her thumb, “Lay here with me just for five minutes. Please?”

You sigh, knowing you’ve lost immediately: “Fine, but just a little.”

- She’s not really afraid of the dark, but feels safer in a brighter place, sometimes leaving the door ajar to let a flight of the light from the hallway enter the room.

- You buy her a cute night light as a gift once and she gets angry at first, thinking you were mocking her, but over time she starts to shyly take the item out of the drawer to turn it on on days when nightmares haunt her. You keep a few extras at your dormitory too, just in case.

- She doesn't snore or breathe through her mouth – in fact Tara is very silent except for her occasional murmurs – but sometimes she breathes heavily in her chest due to her asthma. She loves it when you rub your hand up and down her back to calm her and follow her breathing, especially on days when she's feeling under the weather.

- She sleeps with as many blankets and pillows as she can fit on the bed and curls up in them like a ball – don't worry about feeling too hot, she almost always ends up monopolizing them all at some point during the night.

- Set several times to wake up in the morning, all with the same default sound because music annoys her.

- Always gets satisfied when she wakes up next to you, the sleepy smile marking the dimples in her cheeks while there is a good morning kiss waiting for you.

- In short, sleeping with Tara may have its... peculiarities, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #scream #scream 6 #jenna ortega x reader #jenna marie ortega #tara carpenter fluff #denwrites

[leighsartworks216]

To Be Warm And Comfy

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

I was only going to write down this little idea before I took a nap... And then I ended up writing the whole thing

The crochet theme actually came out of nowhere for me. I cannot crochet anything more than a chain to save my life, but I do loom knit from time to time

Warnings: self-deprecation, low self worth

Word Count: 776

Main Masterlist

First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

AO3

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Slotted between his legs, you rested your back against Astarion's chest. His arms coiled around your waist and held you close, while he pressed his nose into your neck and peered over your shoulder. With practiced hands, the yarn slid through your fingers at the perfect tension, hooked and worked together into rows of perfect stitches.

He'd never seen anything quite like it. During his living years, he focused on intellectualism and law, not crafts. And during his servitude, sewing and embroidering came about from necessity, though he did still enjoy them. This was incredible. He couldn't stop watching as you worked in smooth movements to crochet your little project. You wouldn't tell him what it was, but he was content simply to watch.

For several weeks, this became the nightly pattern. You'd lay back in his arms while he held you, watching you work away in silence or with idle chatter. When you finished for the night, you'd set your project aside where it wouldn't get damaged, he'd gingerly bite into your neck and take his share, and he'd lay down with you as you drifted off to sleep. Usually he stayed, if he'd had enough to eat during the day and didn't need to sip on some boar or squirrels. Sometimes he would read while you crocheted, sharing his favorite bits with you. It was nice. Peaceful.

You told him, one night, that you were almost finished. He'd watched with rapt attention then, studying the way you fastened off and weaved the excess yarn back through the stitches. He'd realized almost a week ago that it was a sweater, but it was almost a marvel when you held it up by the shoulders in front of you both to show it off.

He kissed your jaw with a gentle squeeze around your midsection. "It looks wonderful, darling."

You hummed, smiling brightly. "I'm really glad you think so." You sat up and turned in his arms. He didn't fight to keep you where you were, though he certainly missed the solidness and warmth you provided. You held it out to him. "Put it on."

He frowned, confused. "Don't tell me you spent weeks making that just to give it away?"

"Of course I did, now put it on."

"I'm hardly worth the effort," he scoffed. He did not accept the gift. His expressions mixed oddly - light-hearted joy, befuddlement, self-deprecation - all flooding his system and overwhelming him. He simply could not grasp the fact you'd go through all the effort for him. "Surely it would look much nicer on you!"

You sighed, understanding and long-suffering. "Tell you what, if it doesn't fit or you don't like it, I'll keep it. Deal?"

He sighed, too. He'd hardly be able to refuse it once he put it on. But you nudged the sweater in his direction again, and how could he say no?

You watched with a wide grin as he slipped it over his head and slid the sleeves along his arms. It was... really nice, actually. Warm and soft without feeling constricting. It fit him perfectly.

"You're always so cold," you explain, wrapping your arms around his waist and relaxing forward until your chin was against his chest. "So I made you this. You can wear it when touch is too overwhelming, or if you feel too out of it to cuddle. I just want you to be warm and comfy."

He chuckles breathlessly, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. "I'm sure I'll be very comfy in this."

His undead heart ached. You went through so much trouble. He'd seen you struggle to find enough of the same yarn, watched you cuss and groan every time a stitch fell or when you had to undo a section because you miscounted. He'd held and massaged your hands when crocheting began to wear them out. 

And still you persevered. For him. You even ensured it would fit a little loose, so he wouldn't be claustrophobic. It was... a lot. To have someone go through all this trouble.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up until he could give you a proper hug. He nuzzled his cold nose into your neck, and he sighed. Softly, sweetly - completely relaxed.

"Thank you." He bit his tongue before he could ask if you were sure, if he really was worth the effort. Surely, by making the sweater, you'd proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was. "I shall cherish it always."

"I love you," you coo sweetly by his ear.

He must look like a fool with how wide he's smiling. "I love you, too, dear."

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[2knightt]

the gangs love languages<3

!warnings!

1.GN!reader-mentions of reader being ‘pretty’

2.minor swearing

3.i did NAWT proofread ts. we die like men.

Johnny Cade ;

I’m getting strong physical touch and words of affirmation vibes.

do not even try to lie to me he would TOTALLY be holding your hand 24/7.

with the gang? you guys have your pinkies intertwined! on a walk? holding hands! cuddling? holding both hands, scandalous!

he hugs you so much. he doesn’t get it, you don’t get it, nobody does.

he just, likes hugging for some reason???

but YOU have to hug him first, he will NOT hug first.

absolutely LOVES being the little spoon. may hurt his ego a little bit, but ykw, it’s worth it in the long run🙏.

he’s so touch starved. he doesn’t know what the loving touch of anyone feels like. so PLEASE, treat johnnycake nicely.

he will CONSTANTLY tell you look look gorgeous. constantly.

“you look stunning today. n-not sayin’ you don’t look good everyday! i mean you’re a real looker ya know and-“

he doesn’t know how to function because he thinks he messes up everytime he tries to speak to you :(

homies that whipped fr…

ANYWAYS, back onto track🙏

when you two are alone he’s actually so sweet with his words i can’t.

“dunno how i got this lucky. huh? i didn’t say anything.”

“you look real good in that shirt, babe.”

“love you so much. so, so, so much.”

Dallas Winston ;

it’s physical touch and acts of service. do not play with me right now, i know i’m right.

i don’t really think dally’s good at expressing how he feels in any shape or form.

so he shows you love by having his hand on your hip, kissing you, stealing cute accessories for you, holding the door open etc.

if you’re expecting him to go on rants on how he loves you, you’re in the wrong place. that’s all sodapop but we aren’t on his section, are we?

anywhere and everywhere you guys go he will have his hand on you. not just because he’s protective but i think it gives him a sense of security and calmness.

like, dallas knowing you’re safe, makes him happy.

SPEAKING OF HIM BEING PROTECTIVE— he will intimidate someone by having his arm around your shoulder and staring right into their eyes.

kisses are his favourite thing💆‍♂️ he told me himself.

he steals shit for you. i know he does, we both know.

dally ain’t well off so, he’s gonna do what he does best. steal.

want that necklace? SNATCHED! want cigarettes? ALREADY IN HIS HAND! pepsi? YOURS ALREADY!

“you want some chips, doll? i’ll get ya some. don’t you worry your pretty little head over it, eh?”

“but you’re broke, dall.”

“what did i just say?”

Ponyboy Curtis ;

QUALITY TIME QUALITY TIME QUALITY TIME!!!

words of affirmation too ig.

ponyboy definitely finds so much comfort in just sitting in silence with you.

he thinks it’s a nice break from the loud bumbling idiots in his house.

like you could be napping in his room and he’d come in if the gang got too loud and sit next to your sleeping body and just read.

he reads out loud to you. now, i don’t know which category that falls under but he does. like, a lot.

“ ‘To the soldiers and me it's all worth it. Risking life, dodging or taking bullets, and pulling triggers. It’s all worth it.’ “

“what?! that’s so sad pony!!”

“well, that’s what the book says y/n.”

he’s another one that finds comfort in knowing your safe. actually, most if not all of the gang feels like that.

you’re definitely his first relationship so i can see him being hesitant on physical touch, but he can and will write you a cute lil note with 0 shame.

“dear y/n, i just wanted to let you know that you looked really cute today—well, you look cute everyday. but you get what i mean, right? anyways, meet me at the dingo at 4PM. I’ll treat you this time.”

expect notes like that to just randomly fall out of your locker.

ponyboy quotes corny romance books in those notes. i just KNOW he does.

at the end of your note one day there will be a;

“ ‘so no, he didn’t give me flowers or candy. he gave me the moon and the stars. infinity.’ — reminded me of us.”

Sodapop Curtis ;

HE IS WHIPPED FOR YOU so it’s probably something like, lovesick-ish.

it’s definitely physical touch and words of affirmation to the maximum.

he is ALWAYS bragging about you to EVERYONE and ANYONE.

he talks about you to steve

“i think i’m gonna marry ‘em steve. i can see the wedding now!”

“you said that last tim-“

“SHUT UP!”

and even to customers!!

“they’re just so sweet! they’re the most beautiful person ever!”

“thats great kid. can you ring up my fucking chocolate bar now?”

he’s always smothering you in affection.

he just loves you so much he just needs to squeeze you with love!!

when he sees you just standing around or cooking he’ll come up from behind and hug you. he might pick you up n swing you around a little but ykw that’s what makes it special.

he ain’t afraid to sweet talk you bro.

“there you are! my pretty little lover, huh?”

“you’re so cute, you know that right?…right babe?”

you guys cuddle all the time it’s SICKENING.

you’re always in his arms and he has this grin on his face like he just won the goddamn lottery.

if you guys were to walk around town, he’d have his arm around your waist the whole time. like, the whole time.

he’s so in love it makes me sick just writing about it.

Darry Curtis ;

darry is a simple man dare i say.

he definitely shows love by spending as much time with you as he can.

he works two jobs so he doesn’t have all the time in the world to hang out with you, but when he does? he LIVES for it.

he’ll cook supper with you and teach you a new recipe his mom used to make, he’ll sit on his chair while reading the newspaper as you rant about your day, ANYTHING.

no matter what he’s doing, he will ALWAYS listen to you. it’s like a super power.

“that’s great baby.”

“you aren’t listening are you, darry?”

“yeah i am. you said you got tipped 10$ by one customer.”

you ain’t hear this from me but, sometimes when darrys in a real good mood he’ll give you gifts.

he has a jar separate just for you! it’s got money for dates, anniversary gifts, presents, all of it!

sometimes he’ll go take out some of that money and buy you something sweet<3

darry, also, isn’t one to tell the whole world on how he loves you. but, you do understand how he shows love.

even you cherish the minutes that pass by as you sit next to darry on the couch with your head on his shoulder and his arm around your shoulders, sitting in silence.

silence that speaks a thousand words when it comes to sir darry curtis.

Steve Randle ;

just like his best friend, he’s shouting to the world about you too. just, not as loud.

he respects his own privacy, so i can see his being physical touch and acts of service.

he’s a man of respect, obviously. he is one to throw his arm around you to show you off every once and awhile, but not much.

he’ll mostly hold your hand. when i say mostly, i mean all the time btw.

it’s all he does.

“steve, you can let go now. i’m home and you know you can’t come in!”

“..nah.”

he acts like he’s in debt to you for no fucking reason???

like you need something fixed around the house? DONE. grocery shopping needs to be done? ALREADY BOUGHT AND PUT AWAY.

he holds car doors open for you. he does, i can see it now. i’m just delulu

sometimes he acts annoyed with you when you ask him to do a simple task, while he’s doing it.

“steve, can you get me a water?”

*sighs and gets up*

“you have legs you can do it.”

he says that while he’s pouring the water into a glass cup with a lemon slice on the side with ice cubes already in the drink.

he loves you, he really does.

and he will say it, just not often.

he has too much pride for that….

no he doesnt.

he rants to sodapop about you while he fixes cars like a teenage girl talking about her crush.

Two-Bit Matthews ;

homie just wants to show you off to the world😭😭

he’s so proud of you he goes down the streets yelling that he’s officially dating you not literally…he isn’t that insane LMFAO

he gives off physical touch and..oddly enough quality time.

i feel like two-bit really likes the both of you at the curtis house sitting on the floor, your head on his lap while his hand sits on top of your head as you two watch whatever cartoon is on.

two-bit DEFINITELY wants to spend every waking moment with you.

“c’mon angel, let’s go get beer!”

“two, i don’t drink.”

“well, i do. so, lets go!!”

he will definitely walk everywhere with his arm draped around your shoulder.

instead of you being the trophy wife, HE’S the trophy wife fr.

he’s such a pretty princess and he expects to be treated like one!

he gives you all his time so it’s only faire you give him all of yours.

“what does math have that i don’t y/n?!”

“i need to pass this class, baby. you know i suck at math.”

“well, thats even more of a reason not to do it! why bust your ass over it?! come over here and let me LOVE YOU!! JEEZ.”

all two-bit does is brag about you..like, its all he does.

“yeah, sorry your hamster died. but did you know that i’m dating y/n?-“

author notes;

1.FIRST POST ON THIS ACCOUNT RAHHHH!!!

2.pulled this out of my ass LMFAO

3. hope it aint too bad tho💔💔

may 2nd, 2023. 11:57PM.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey! Saw that your requests are open :]

Could you write a scenario where Gwen, miles n pav are looking for Hobie in his universe for whatever reason, just for them to find him and his s/o taking a nap together on a rooftop together 🥺?

I just kinda wanna see hobie/y/n in the perspective of other characters <3

Thanks in advance ❤️❤️❤️!!!

‘Hobie’s not picking up.’ Pavitr said.

‘Neither is y/n.’ Gwen replied, pocketing her phone after the third failed phone call.

‘Hobie’s phone is probably dead, he let’s that thing drain to it’s last percentage and y/n is probably busy on a mission.’ Miles tried to justify as he, Pav and Gwen walked through the streets of Hobie’s dimension in search of their friend to hang out but the longer the trio went without seeing Hobie -or you for that matter- in places they believed he’d be; the last place being the pub he frequents where Hobie’s band mates informed them that they haven’t seen him in a while, the more worried they’d become for his well being despite not needing too, but still he’s their friend and friends worry about one another; no matter how capable they are.

‘Have you tried his place?’ One of his mates tells them, ‘can’t hurt if you haven’t.’ They added, raising the pint glass to their lips as they downed the rest of their drink in a couple of gulps. ‘We have, he wasn’t there.’ Miles said and they put their glass back down on the table, wiping their mouth with the back of their hand, shrugging their shoulders. ‘You know how Hobie is with his dislike for consistency and all that. But if I were to guess where he is -if he’s even there at all by the time you lot get there- it’ll probably be up on the rooftop of that half arsed complex they’ve left to rot.’

‘Where would we-‘ ‘I think I know where that is,’ Gwen cuts in, remembering her time spent here and the places she’s been due to Hobie helping her get her bearings of the place, one in particular having stuck out more so then the others. ‘Thanks for the help.’ She tells them right before looking to Pavitr and Miles, jutting her head towards the exit of the pub. ‘Come on, if I’m right, he shouldn’t be too far from here.’ She tells them as she, Pav and Miles left the pub and began making leeway to their next destination.

‘They’ve been here the whole time!’ Miles exclaimed upon seeing you and Hobie fast asleep with you practically cuddled into Hobie’s side, your face buried within the crook of his neck as your hands clung to his waist while one of Hobie’s hands were at your waist, keeping you anchored to his side as his other hand was holding onto your forearm that rested comfortably across his hip bone; Both of you looked at peace within the others presence, it was a sweet sight to behold for the trio that it made the goose chase all the more worth it’s frustrations.

‘You’ll wake them!’ Pavitr shushed Miles but he couldn’t care less when he saw what was in his friend’s hand, his brows immediately raising. ‘Pav, are you taking pictures of them asleep?’ Gwen piped up, also having caught on.

‘You expect me not to? Look at them!’ Pavitr was the one to exclaim this time as he gestures to yours and Hobie’s still slumbering intertwined figures. ‘They’re love incarnate, the beautiful vulnerability brought forth by their comfortability with one another,’ he sighs longingly as he snaps another picture of you two, ‘to have a relationship where your soul feels at ease with that person, to have all your walls come down when you’re with them to the point you are able to hear the song of their heart, soothing you into a slumber filled naught with dreams but memories.’

‘So kinda like the male and female skeletons that were found romantically embracing one another.’ Miles said. ‘I guess I can see the comparison.’ Gwen piped in as she looked closely at you and Hobie, her eyes immediately noting some movement in Hobie’s hand as it subconsciously intertwined itself with yours and giving it a squeeze, almost like he was making sure you were still with him. So it made Gwen smile when she saw you reciprocate the squeeze with one of your own; It was so obvious that the relationship you and Hobie had was one of love, respect, loyalty and above all else trust.

It’s a relationship anyone would die to have but it takes a special person to have that type of relationship and Gwen couldn’t be happier that you and Hobie found each other. You two were the missing pieces that you’ve been searching for so long, Gwen couldn’t imagine the imminent relief you must’ve felt whenever you and Hobie held hands knowing that you were finally where you were meant to be, to be able to see clearly, to be able to breath; Gwen might not be a hopeless romantic like Pavitr is but she couldn’t help but want a relationship like yours and Hobie’s one day because that’s the day when she knows she’s found her person.

Miles took note of how Gwen looked longingly at you and Hobie and wondered if she thought the same as he did, to have what you and Hobie had, to find his person whom he can spend every waking moment with and still feel how he felt when first meeting them; in adoration and awe, to have someone whom he can be unapologetically himself and hope that they feel the same with him, to be able to fall sleep on a rooftop somewhere without fearing all the possibilities that could happen in your moment of vulnerability.

Miles deeply wished to have the kind of love his parents have, the kind that you and Hobie have for it was, in Pavitr’s words, a love that transcends the need for words, for words weren’t enough to convey how you felt compared to the intimate act of soul searching within each others eyes.

‘We should leave them be for now.’ Gwen said softly to Pavitr and Miles whom had no qualms in agreeing to leaving you and Hobie alone, though not without admiring both of you one last time, just as you nuzzled yourself deeper into Hobie’s neck and Hobie’s little smile before they all headed back to hq.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman atsv x you #spiderman atsv imagine #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #hobie brown atsv #spiderman atsv imagines #spiderman atsv #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #spiderman : across the spiderverse #spiderverse x you #hobie brown x you #hobie x you #hobie brown fluff #hobie x reader #hobie brown imagines #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spiderverse

[steveharringtonat3am]

Sunday lovin'

wc: 648

warnings: domestic bf!steve, food and eating

You wake up slowly, sun streaming in through the blinds. Steve’s strong arms are wrapped tightly around you. He feels so warm that you don’t wanna move for the rest of your life. But you do start to stretch, squirming gently out of his grip.

“Where are you going?” Steve’s morning voice whines in your ear. You turn to face him, smiling softly.

“As much as I’d like to stay in bed with you, I have breakfast to make for the two of us.” That makes him hum happily but he pulls you tighter to his chest.

“You could keep snuggling with me?” He kisses your temple, sighing happily.

“Baby…you’re gonna be very hungry in about thirty minutes so how about I make breakfast, bring it up, and we can keep cuddling?” He sighs dramatically, letting you go.

“Fine! But if I die due to lack of cuddling you better write on my headstone that it’s your fault.” He pouts as you climb out of bed.

“Oh relax you big baby!” You ruffle his bedhead, kissing his forehead quickly before heading into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Steve pretends to sleep but you can see the eye cracked open as he watches you hum along to a song that’s been stuck in your head for a week. He was so grateful that you had agreed to move in with him. You were so sweet all the time and he did not know how he survived without you.

Meanwhile, you head into the kitchen, pulling out some turkey bacon, eggs, and your blueberry pancake mix. You turn on some pop music, singing along as you start to make breakfast. You try to be quick, knowing that eventually Steve will get impatient and come down here and you really don’t wanna bother him.

He’s been working a lot lately, the job at his dad’s firm practically killing him. He hates that people know he’s the boss’s son, and especially hates how people expect him to be useless. You know the job drains him so you figure breakfast in bed is the least you can do.

You pile the plates high with bacons, pancakes, syrup, and sunny-side up eggs. You balance the plates on a tray with two tall glasses of orange juice. When you finally make your way upstairs, Steve is already sitting up.

“I wanted you to be sleeping baby!” You pout as you set the tray on the nightstand. He smiles regardless, reaching for the delicious smelling food.

“If I was sleeping I would have missed listening to your adorable singing!” He winks as you set the tray on his lap.

“Oh just eat your pancakes.” You grin anyways, sitting next to him and taking your plate. He smiles, cutting himself a large bite and shoveling it into his mouth.

“This was so worth you climbing out of bed!” He chews with his mouth full, smiling when you shoot him a disapproving look.

“You deserve it baby. Been working so hard lately.” You start to dig in too, humming when it tastes pretty good.

“I haven’t been working that hard.”

“Yes you have. I know that being at your dad’s firm has been…difficult so I wanted to do something nice for you!” You shift to sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re so sweet…I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I know!” You boast, content to sit in silence with your adorable boyfriend and eat your breakfast.

Soon enough, your stomachs are full and your plates are empty. You set them on the nightstand, curling up to him again with a yawn.

“Morning nap?” He suggests and you smile, eyes already starting to close.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.”

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[s0lam33y]

shuriri hcs [new and updated!]

side note: these aren’t the same HCS that I uploaded on my old acc. Some may be similiar but anyway hope it’s obvious that I did better on these. enjoy them and reblogs/feedback is always welcome.

Timeline: about two years after the bpwf film.

Shuri’s convinced that they need a theme song when they go on missions but they have opposite music taste.

Shuri always makes corny ass vine references and it makes Riri cringe.

“Shuri, quit talkin’.”

Shuri practically lives in Riri’s dorm. She’s there so often that Riri kinda expects it.

Shuri cannnnot stand when Riri brings up the whole bulls game situation because she ends up fighting for her life.

Shuri loves to rest her chin on Riri’s head, if not her head then her shoulder.

Riri is the big spoon, all the time. Rarely, does she ever get spooned.

They’ve been told that they remind the lab staff of an old sassy couple because they always throw fake shade at each other.

Riri always up on herrrrrr, but shuri doesn’t mind at all.

Once they decided to play fight and Shuri forgot about her panther strength…Riri ended up with a bruise on her thigh.

Riri did not know how to work her kimoyo beads at first and ended up calling a council meeting once my accident.

Their height difference. That’s it.

they always some how matching? Not necessarily color coded but they always for some sort of matching accessories or shoes.

Shuri has no comebacks…at least not when needs them so she just agrees with what Riri says.

“Who’s the man in the relationship?”

“Your mother.”

“What she said.”

Riri asks dumbass questions in the middle of the night.

“You’d still fuck with me If I was a butterfly right?”

“No.”

Riri taught shuri how to drive an actual car on the road and they damn near crashed Riri’s red barracuda.

Shuri’s always braiding her hair.

“Would you hold still?”

“Braid less tight, then maybe I would.”

when they go out together, Shuri’s social battery runs out so quick because she’s much rather be home.

When they go shopping, Shuri’s always carrying Riri’s bags.

“You the one with super strength not me.”

Shuri sleeps 60 percent of the time so when they hang out, half of it consists of naps and it rubs off on Riri.

Shuri always making some smartass comment about Riri’s height.

“I think ironheart would be more of a success if she was taller.”

“Literally fuck off.”

Riri is genuinely unhinged because she knows how fine Shuri is.

“Drop yo drawls, bruh.”

“Riri, we’re in a council meeting.”

“They can watch-“

“You can never be serious.”

“I’m being so serious.”

Shuri cannot take a compliment for some reason. Every time Riri says something, she gets kinda shy.

Riri ‘borrows’ Shuri’s clothes.

“Yo, can I get that hoodie?”

“What-“

“I’ll give it back.”

“I know you won’t, but here….”

Shuri is so petty when it comes to her lab so Riri has her own area.

Shuri gets her mad on purpose to hear that Chicago accent. Trust she gets it.

Shuri’s a morning person and ends up having to drag Riri out of bed every single morning.

“Just get up.”

“M’coming.”

“The alarm went off an hour ago.”

Both of them love them some chains.

Riri’s unhinged, we know this but so is Shuri, just more subtly.

“We got five minutes till your next class starts.”

“Girl….”

“I’m just saying, I felt like it was worth mentioning.”

“I missed a week of school cuz of you, TWO YEARS AGO….and I need that 4.0 GPA, I’m goin to class.”

Shuri cannot stay still when she sleeps and it pisses Riri off so bad but she doesn’t say anything about it. She’s also a blanket hog so Riri has no choice but to cuddle with her.

They argue over things that don’t really need to be argued over.

“For the last time…Chicago Pizza isn’t the best.”

“What’d you just say?”

…

“Chicago was not Micheal’s best song, you’re just saying that because you’re from Chicago.”

“Shuri, i want to have a peaceful evening.”

Never let them play Uno together because it ends up in some sort of argument.

“You only took two, take four-“

“I’m not taking four cards.”

“Fuck you mean, I put down a plus four.”

“Take it back, I’m not taking four cards, Rianna.”

The same way Riri takes Shuri’s clothes, the same thing happens with Riri.

“Is that my MIT sweatshirt?”

“No.”

“….”

“It’s comfortable.”

“So it’s my sweatshirt?”

“I didn’t say that.”

As previously stated, Riri is UNHINGED…so trust that her comments make everyone turn around sometimes especially when Shuri’s done with training.

“And the jog was quite nice- are you paying attention?”

“Mhm mhm, y’all do ab workouts too?”

“My eyes are up here.”

“I know.”

“What was the last thing I said?”

“….”

“….”

Shuri hates hanging up the phone. She sleeps on the phone, eats on the phone and sometimes they just sit in silence.

#shuri udaku #riri williams #black panther #shuriri #shuri x riri #mmcanons

[baratiddyappreciator]

Rainy Days with the Baki Cast

Been a while since I've made any of my own HCs, so we're going back to doing that., just for this one then I'll finish my asks lmfao (I'm so sorry these take so long)

Baki:

He's a little bummed that he can't go out and train outside, but he gets over it pretty quickly once he accepts that the rain probably isn't stopping anytime soon. Once he accepts that, you can absolutely convince him to just take it easy and cuddle up with you and Musashi to watch a movie.

Boredom snacks. But like, teenage boy snacks. His "oh I'm gonna get a snack really quick, I'll be right back" is usually accompanied by him eating an entire rotisserie chicken in one sitting. He doesn't even feel remotely bad after, and will actively go back for more snacks.

If you have candles then now is the perfect time to bust them out and make a cozy atmosphere. He'll go through each candle you have with you and will absolutely insist on smelling each one. If you have a lot (like me) then he's going to wind up with a headache, but in the end you'll both have a candle you like.

If the power goes out, that's when he just dips to go train in the basement. Light all the candles you want and open all the curtains to let as much light in as possible, but he's downstairs in the dark, probably fighting a bug. He'll pop up once in a while to see if there's any updates on when the power will come back, otherwise he'll just keep training or napping.

Would he be down to go play around in the rain? Absolutely. He'll come in all muddy and soaked to the bone but it's worth it because you two will have an absolute blast. You're absolutely going to have to have a shower or a bath after though.

Sleeping next to him while it's raining is just perfect. He's warm, hugging you and nuzzled against your shoulder or the top of your head, Musashi is laying on your legs (probably doing that really loud doggy snoring but it's okay we love him) with the thick blankets piled on top of you, the sound of the rain hitting the roof. It's pure bliss and incredibly relaxing.

Kozue:

She doesn't mind at all, it means she can go straight home after school and take some time to either finish all of her homework, or work on a hobby! She accepts that if it's really coming down it's probably not letting up for a while either, so she just settles in to wait it out.

She doesn't really snack out of boredom, but she will have something warm to help warm her up, especially if she just came out of the rain. Usually it's fresh popcorn, but she's not opposed to just having some cookies and hot chocolate.

Do you have candles? Because she's got one or two really nice ones. Her favourite is an Elderflower and Honey scented one, it's calming and makes the room smell really fresh, but she's also got a nice woodsy one that goes well with a rainy day. She's open to using whatever smells nice though!

Power outages suck, but she's prepared! She's got a chargeable lamp that holds roughly ten hours of battery, and she's got some pretty big windows! So she's got her curtains open while there's still some light doing whatever she can to keep busy and once it gets dark, she'll turn her lamp on, but she's not opposed to candles around the house to light things up either!

She won't really play in the rain with you, but if you're getting caught out in the rain she'll definitely race you back to any form of shelter. A store? A bus stop? The front door? She's taking off with no hesitation, barely even bothering to call a "Race ya!" over her shoulder so you know that it's actually a race.

Sleeping with Kozue while it's raining out is very cozy. Her bed is soft and full of pillows and plushies, so you'll both wind up cozy and covered up while it rains. You can hear the rain hitting the roof a little, but it's more pleasant background noise than anything.

Hanayama:

Oh it's raining out? Okay, well, he's still got things to do, and a little rain never hurt anybody (it probably has but he doesn't care) so he's going to keep going on as normal, just a little soggier because he definitely forgets an umbrella. Normally one of the guys brings an extra or there's one stashed away in the car, so he doesn't get soaked, but he does get a bit damp because there aren't many umbrellas wide enough to shield his shoulders.

He's not really a huge snack person, but if it's been raining long enough he might be persuaded to have some fruit. Just bring him a bowl and he'll start picking at it. It'll be long gone before it's time for a meal, but you wouldn't think so considering how slowly he eats them. He will have a nice warm drink though.

He doesn't really care if you want to burn a candle, just nothing strong because he'll most likely get a headache. He doesn't have a single candle in his house that he's aware of, but I guarantee you that there's one or two stashed away in a closet just in case power goes out. They're not scented, but they're better than nothing when it comes to a light source.

The person you want to be with when the power goes out. He's not phased by anything, but if you think he's stupid enough to not have the backup generator serviced regularly then you're dead wrong. Because yes, he has one. He doesn't have a lot of food in the fridge, but he doesn't want what he does have to go bad. As for what he does... Well, for the brief time before the backup generator comes on, he'll just stare out the window, even if it is pitch black out.

He's not going to play in the rain with you, nor will he race you, but he will go for a walk with you if you ask, even if it's just around the covered parts of his property. Otherwise, he'd prefer to just lounge around, maybe watch the news or read the papers to see what's going on, or maybe he'll even manage some "business" with his gang.

Sleeping with Hanayama while it rains is relaxing for the first few minutes until he properly drifts off and he starts his impression of a whale with a respiratory infection. His snoring is so loud it actively drowns out any thunder, which is a bonus if you're scared of thunder, but if you're not used to his snoring you're screwed.

Chiharu:

Are you kidding?! Do you know how much effort he puts into his hair?! He's not going to get it ruined by anything other than a heavy make out session or a proper fight! He's staying inside and he's pouting about it the whole time because all the humidity will make his hair frizzy.

He'll snack like Baki, to be honest. Maybe not an entire rotisserie chicken, but he's more likely to have a full meal and call it a snack. He'll even make you some too! Just don't question how salty all his food is, he's just gotten used to his own cooking and doesn't notices that he uses way too much salt in his food.

He cannot be trusted around candles. Not in the slightest. He'll play with the wax, light and extinguish the wick about a dozen times and probably forget it's there and burning until he knocks it over. Now there's wax all over the floor and the jar is probably broken. Do yourself a favour and keep your candles in a specific spot he won't walk past often.

He's oddly good at handling power outages. The second the lights are out he's begging you to make a pillow fort with him to watch movies that he downloaded on his phone forever ago and never remembered to delete. He'll eventually just pass out, leaving you to do whatever you want.

Gives you the dirtiest look imagineable if you suggest going to play out in the rain, but that's only if he's already done his hair. If it started raining before he woke up he won't even bother styling and will just comb it back to keep it out of the way. If his hair is already ruined then yeah, sure, fuck it why not? He'll come play around in the rain with you. Expect him to jump in a big puddle and soak you though.

Sleeping with Chiharu during a storm wouldn't be relaxing at all. You can't hear the rain all that well because he sleeps on the ground floor, but the walls are thin as hell, and he snores almost as bad as Hanayama. He makes goofy noises too, so if you do manage to sleep, he'll probably wake you up with some sound you didn't think he was capable of making.

Katsumi:

Not upset, rain happens! He likes it, it's an excuse to stay in and just have a comfortable day. If he's at the dojo he'll train and hang out with his friends and students, but if you're both at home (his apartment or his parents house) he'll take the chance for some prime cuddles and a movie.

He doesn't mind having snacks, but if he's hungry he'll be more likely to wait until it's time for a meal. Unless he just had a meal, in which case yeah, he'll probably bust open a bag of veggie chips and chow down. He's shameless too, he just zones out and then snaps back to reality once the bag is empty, it's why he portions it out into a bowl and then puts the chips away.

He also can't be trusted around candles when he's alone. He'll forget that they're burning until he walks past it possibly hours later and catches a whiff of it. Then it's an "oh yeah, haha, that's going, whoops!" He likes woodsy scents, but he also likes the smell of baked good scented candles, they remind him of his parents.

He's great with power outages. If you're at his apartment and the power goes out, he'll basically set up a giant nest in the bedroom where you two can cuddle and do nothing for a few hours until the power comes back on. But if you're at Doppo and Natsue's house then prepare for the chaos of having him and his dad together with nothing else to do. They're going to spar.

He'll absolutely light up if you ask him to race you through the rain, and he'll mercilessly demolish you. You think it'll be something fun or cute at first because he's a slow start but then he zips past you with zero hesitation to wait for you at the end goal.

Sleeping with Katsumi during a storm is bliss. The bed's comfy, he's curled up with you, the rain is barely audible beyond what you can hear through the window, and you'll both probably fall asleep while watching a movie on his laptop. You'll both wake up the second power comes back on though because he has a billion things in his room (including the ceiling light) that will turn on the second power comes back on.

Jack:

Well, I guess it's just raining now. He doesn't care. He can work out perfectly well inside, so instead of doing endurance training outside, he'll just do some weight training inside with some mild endurance training thrown in to make him feel a bit better about it. The least likely out of everyone to divert his day, he's dealt with some pretty bad weather back home and just gone on with his day, this isn't any different beyond the volume of rain.

He doesn't snack during the day. He'll just wait until the next meal to eat, and then he eats a lot. Usually it tides him over, but if it's late and the day's done, he might have a hand full or two of your snack, the only downside being he's got bigass hands, so they're some fairly large handfulls.

You can do whatever you want. Candles? Sure. Incense? Yup. Wax melts? Go for it. He doesn't care in the slightest as long as an open flame isn't unattended in his apartment. As a matter of fact, you can probably convince him to keep a wax melt in the bathroom or bedroom so he can have a calming scent in those areas of the apartment. Though if you have anything that smells like apple pie or apple cider then he's all over it.

Completely unphased by a power outage. He can still do his workouts perfectly fine without power, and that's what he's going to do. If he's taking a break from that though, he'll take the time to just spend some time with you. Be it lounging around doing nothing or watching you do a hobby, he's all for spending some time with you while you both wait for the power to come back on.

Asking him to race you back to the apartment through the rain is a quick way to realize that he's both much faster and more coordinated that you would ever assume, and that he's going to be a smug ass about it. He'll wait for you inside, already changed out of his wet clothes by the time you get there and open the door.

Sleeping with Jack while it rains is bliss given form. He'll fall asleep cuddling you. The rain is only just audible through the windows, but you'll mostly hear him softly snoring and his heartbeat. The only downside is that because he's such a heavy sleeper he probably won't be able to wake up and comfort you if you're scared of thunder, but as long as you just tuck against his chest you're perfectly fine.

Kosho:

He's annoyed with the weather, but he doesn't really care. He trains indoors anyways, so it's not that big of a bother, just a mild inconvenience at best. He'll probably just train for a little then do some basic stretches while doing other activities. You're going to find him doing the splits and reading a book.

He won't snack, but he will have warm drinks. Coffee, tea, hot chocolate, he's all for them, especially if it's a cold rainy day, because then he embraces his comfy bitch era. You'll probably find him doing stretches and activities around the house with a blanket on his shoulders and a warm mug nearby.

He actually has a few candles of his own that smell very woodsy in the fruit tree sense. They just smell like fruit trees, that fruity overtone with that slightly woodsy musk undertone to them. Anything fruity is an instant hit with him.

Perfectly fine during power outages, though he doesn't really like them. He doesn't want anything in the fridge to go bad, so he pretty much restricts access to it to keep things cold for as long as possible. He'll eventually give up on that though, because you'll find him standing in front of the fridge going feral and eating literally anything that catches his eye.

He's not going to play in the rain with you, and he'll rarely race you to a dry spot, but he will go for a walk with you as long as you've got umbrellas and the rain's not too heavy. The second he sees lightning though you're both going home.

Sleeping with Kosho during a storm is a special event, because it's one of the few moments he'll actively seek you out to cuddle to sleep. Every time, without fail, he'll come up and drag you to bed to snuggle up and fall asleep. Beyond the ambiance of his home, there's not much noise to be heard other than maybe the occasional rumble of thunder.

Kureha:

Terrible. The absolute worst during rainy days. He hates it, it's annoying. You always get some sort of event in the hospital whenever it rains. People are cranky, wet, and more likely to slip, fall and get hurt enough to require a visit, especially if it's raining heavily and they think that just because they're in a car they're invincible. Newsflash, in a car vs a transport, the car usually loses!

He eats crackers with a nice goat cheese spread and a veggie on top as a snack, and this is no exception. He likes his crackers and cheese, especially with a little bit of pepper on the top. Good snack. Get him some hummus and watch it vanish in front of your own eyes.

He doesn't particularly care about scented candles, but anything with lavender or oud wood is an automatic win with him, those are two of his favorite scents. It also helps ease the tension of his busy day and helps establish an atmosphere of relaxation.

Terrible with power outages. He's got so much to do, and while he could train, he's got a strict routine, and overtraining isn't his style (He'll leave that to Jack thank you). He spends the entire time whining about not having power and being bored out of his mind, but if you have board games or card games he'll shut up and do those.

You think he's going to race around in the rain? Absolutely not. It'll make his hair frizzy, and he's seen enough broken elbows and tailbones to never want to run anywhere with iffy traction again. He'll walk with you though. Speed walk, sure, but it's a walk!

Sleeping with Kureha is never peaceful or nice. He's just as feral in his sleep as ever, the only difference is that he'll wind up so tangled in blankets that he won't have the chance to obliterate you with a well-placed kick to your spine. He's going to stick his cold ass feet against your skin though, don't trust him.

Retsu:

Rain is rain, he'll be perfectly happy going about his day as normal with a small chance he just takes it easy to watch the rain and just exist for a minute. It's easy to forget to breathe these days, and a rainy day is a perfect opportunity to meditate and reflect a bit.

He'll have a little snack, but he's mostly drinking tea with honey in it rather than a snack. He will make cosy meals since it's raining out though. Soups, bread, warm comfort food is perfect with the darker weather.

He doesn't mind you having candles, incense or wax melts! As a matter of fact, he's got some of his own tucked away for a day like this! Much like his mysteriously scented pillow, all of the scents he has are vaguely familiar and homely, but not in a way that you can identify beyond this one candle that outright says it's oatmilk and vanilla scented. It's not lying either, and it's one of the candles he saves for really yucky days.

He's fine during power outages. Open all the curtains, he'll set up some candles to make sure you both have light, and set up a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor. It's a perfect chance to just let him talk about anything and everything that comes to his mind.

He'd love to play around you while it's raining, but he wants you to be careful! He doesn't want you getting sick or slipping, and he makes that clear, so you only get a few minutes, but that's more than enough to make memories.

Sleeping with Retsu during a storm is peaceful. Everything smells like home and safety, he's cuddled up with you under some blankets. It's a very healing experience and you absolutely will end up crying if you've had a bad week.

Doppo & Natsue:

Doppo doesn't really care that it's raining, but Natsue LIVES for it! She loves when the weather forecast predicts rain because then she can dress all cosy and she won't have to worry about watering her plants out in the garden. She'll try and convince you and Doppo to also just dress comfy and take it easy for the day.

Natsue likes providing, but so does Doppo. They just spontaneously make snacks for you and each-other to share, and if Katsumi happens to be there too then he gets some as well. Snacks change depending on who prepared them, but they're pretty good either way.

Natsue loves candles, if you have a collection it will double in size and be merged with hers. Just claim an entire closet for candles at this point, it'll be easier. Doppo doesn't really care as long as the house smells nice, but he likes wood wick because of the crackling.

They're both fine during power outages. You'll all just wind up working on your own hobbies until it's time to eat or go to bed. Most of the time it's an entirely silent affair, unless Katsumi is over, then things are a bit more lively since Doppo will absolutely rough-house with his son like the good old days.

Doppo will absolutely take you out if you ask to go goof around in the rain, but Natsue will politely decline. She'll just watch from the sidelines as two of her favourite idiots go and get soaking wet. As long as you both clean up your mess, then she's got nothing to say other than have fun!

Safe sleeps and frequent naps. They're not ashamed to admit that rainy days are nap days unless they have plans that can't just wait until the rain ends. You'll all wind up napping on the couches, in bed, just anywhere comfortable and big enough for the three of you to cuddle up, not a single sound can be heard from outside other than thunder and the wind, maybe rain if it's really coming down hard against the windows.

Shibukawa:

Oh he loves a rainy day. He'll go and just chill out at home or talk shit with Tokugawa over some tea. He'll calm down a lot when it's rainy, admittedly. Something about the smell of ozone and the chill to the air just mellows him out and makes him tired, so if he does train it's more low-key.

Not a snacker, he'll mostly just drink tea or a proper beverage to tide him over until there's a meal, but if there's a small quick snack that you're having he'll have a little bit. One or two bites, really.

Can't trust him around candles, because he'll find a way to replace your nice smelling ones with awful smelling ones and then you'll both be disappointed in him when you actually need one to be lit. As for him, he's probably got some random half-gone old candle laying around somewhere that he forgot about. It smells really good, but it just doesn't burn well.

Pretty good during power outages, he'll just do some easy training, read a book, meditate and watch the rain. If it's too dark to do any of that though... Well then he'll just go to sleep. It's as simple as that, really. He's only got the one eye left, so he's gotta take care of the vision he has.

He oddly enough just wants to sit and watch the rain instead of messing around in it. No going for walks or a race to the door (though if one happens it's because he wants to go in and relax), he just wants to sit on the porch under the roof and just watch the rain and enjoy himself. You're more than welcome to join him.

Sleeping with Shibukawa during a storm is oddly sweet for him. No pranks, he just follows his routine and then kisses you on the forehead and pulls you into bed for a cuddle. Whatever allows him to stay warm and comfortable, he's all for it, especially if there's nothing left to do for the day.

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[drewsbuzzcut]

I Wanna Stay Here Forever

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: a few cuss words, a hint of stress about money, mentions of being naked

The shrill, incessant beeping that was coming from the alarm clock brought you out of your sleep. Your very warm, very comfortable sleep. You were cuddled into the heaps of pillows and blankets on the bed, and Mat was cuddled into you. Well, more like on top of you. The majority of his body overlaps your own. His stomach is pressed against your side, almost fully pressed to your stomach, his head is placed in the crook of your neck- his breath tickling you every so often, and one leg thrown over both of yours while one arm is resting over your waist and the other is raised over both of your heads. Your favorite giant heater.

You start to squirm under Mat once you realized the alarm hasn’t been snoozed. He is still dead asleep.

“Mathew,” you groan out and pinch his side to wake him up.

He just mumbles incoherently, pulling your body closer to his.

“Mathew, turn off your alarm,” you whine.

“S’not mine,” he sighs out.

Shit…

“I’m off. Remember?” He continues.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You blurt out, quickly sitting up and pushing Mat off of you. You were probably going to be late now.

You had a shoot booked this morning and if you weren’t on the subway in 40 minutes, you’d be late and in lots of trouble. You still sit in bed for a few more minutes, though. You contemplate over why you decided to book something on Mat’s off day. You sigh and mumble jumbled up curses under your breath.

“Just stay,” Mat muses, attempting to pull you back down into the bed.

“I can’t,” you whisper, hand brushing some of his hair away from his forehead.

“Please. Stay here. With me. We can stay cuddled up in bed, or we can even cuddle naked. I know how much you like that; my warm hands traveling all over your body- nice and comforting,” Mat tries to convince you.

He’s absolutely correct, you love cuddling- even more when you’re both naked. He always give you little massages, and gives you kisses everywhere he can reach. It was truly tempting.

“No. I need to get up. I need this shoot to cover the rest of my rent next month,” you state, getting completely out of bed when you only get silence from Mat in return. You just assumed he had fallen back to sleep.

You sluggishly get through most of routine until you’re interrupted by Mat. You were applying some light lipgloss when you felt his arms wrap around your shoulders. He gives you little kisses on your temple and squeezes you as close to him as possible.

“Stay,” he says again.

“Mat, I can’t. I want to, but I need this pay,” you say back.

“I will cover your rent next month,” he says so simply.

You turn around in his hold, so you can get a good look at him.

“No. I don’t want to do that. I’m a big girl! I can pay my own rent!” You declare.

“I know that, babe. I’m not trying to take that away from you, but how often do we get to spend a whole day together?” He reasons.

He did have a valid point. You always looked forward to his days off. You’d always plan out the entire day. You don’t know how this one day slipped through the cracks in your brain, causing you to book something you needed.

“Please. Just for next month, only. After that you can pay rent for all the other months,” he begs.

When you let out a deep sign, Mat lets go of you and jumps excitedly. He throws his arms in the air, but then quickly wraps them around you, so he can carry you right back to bed. The whole time you’re giggling, happy that he’s just happy to be with you.

Yeah, you might get berated by your modeling agency for canceling last minute, but it was worth it- especially when you woke up from your first naked nap of the day to see Mat completely relaxed, hair standing in all directions and a slight pout on his lips. The sun highlighted his pale skin, making him appear angelic. His breathing even and soothing to your heart. Both in the same position you were in when you first woke up this morning. You pressed many kisses to the top of the shoulder that was closest to you, hoping to wake him up so he can return the affection. It made you giddy just thinking about sharing kisses with Mat.

These moments made it all worth it.

a/n: Another little idea I had! This takes place a little over a year into their relationship. Hope you all enjoy!

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[ghostlykeyes]

Hey, I'm really happy to see you back! I hope your break was good, you definitely earned it. Could I get some relationship headcanons for Power dating a human who's not a Devil Hunter? If not that's okay, still love your blog!

Thank you!! 🖤

Power

You're an enigma to Power, at first, even if she'll never admit it. Most of the humans she's interacted with are devil hunters, meaning they're just looking for an excuse to put her down. The other humans aren't much better—always yelling at her for shaking soda bottles, throwing vegetables, opening a bag of chips in the store. But you? You give her ice cream and brush her hair and worry about her after she's been in a fight. You're nice. It's that niceness (and the choking flame that burns in her chest when she sees you being that nice to anyone else but her) that convinces Power that dating you might be worth a shot. She's not one to engage in silly human rituals, but for you? For you, she will.

Power thinks you're probably the best person alive, and she swears to protect you. After all, she can't just let the Only Good Human die. Of course, this means she'll rip devils apart for you. But she looks out for you in little ways, too. Power insists that you buckle your seatbelt (even if her own isn't buckled, the damn hypocrite) and holds your hand firmly while you're on the sidewalks—wouldn't want you bumping into people or stumbling into the road, of course.

Going along with this, Power tends to be incredibly overprotective. She just doesn't trust humans, and she knows that a lot of people might try to take advantage of your kind, good nature. If you ask her to play nice with your friends and family, she will, but she'll always be looking for them to slip up. She'll be damned if she lets them say anything about her beautiful, kind, perfect human—if someone sneaks a mean comment or snooty look into a conversation, Power's instantly glowering at them. One more wrong move, her glare says, and I shall be feeding you your teeth.

If she isn't allowed to eat lunch with you, Power will raise absolute hell. She loves to sit next to you at the table, your thighs squished comfortably together. Power sits still for you to gently push chopsticks full of rice into her mouth, and slides her vegetables onto your plate when she thinks you aren't looking. (Sometimes she lets Denji sit at the table with you—other times, she banishes him to the other side of the restaurant so she can have alone time with you. He won't complain, or snitch to Aki that Power's essentially unsupervised, as long as you sneak a few hundred yen into his pocket so he can order dessert.)

Power always calls you, "my human". She wants everyone to know that you're hers and hers alone.

Getting Power to do basic chores is an absolute nightmare, so sometimes Aki will use time with you as an incentive. "If you take the trash out," he tells her, "I'll bring you and (y/n) to the aquarium later." It usually works, even if Power grumbles that it's completely unfair to use her precious human as a bargaining chip.

Power absolutely thrives off of physical touch and she will do anything to feel your warmth. She always has to be holding your hand, have her arm looped through yours, or resting her head on your warm, soft shoulder. Piggyback rides are a favorite of hers, too. She loves wrapping her legs firm around your waist and clasping hands across your chest. On your back, completely supported as the both of you dissolve into giggles, is one of the only things that makes Power feel truly safe.

It follows, then, that Power is addicted to cuddles. She's all over you whenever you're laying down for an afternoon nap or settling on the couch for a movie. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, plops her head in your lap, stretches her stomach over your thighs—whatever's most comfortable. When Meowy settles in, too, the cuddle pile is complete and Power is content to spend the rest of the day snuggled into your warmth.

If you have time while she's out on patrol, Power entrusts you with caring for Meowy. Most people might see changing the cat's litterbox and opening her canned food as an inconvenient, bothersome chore, but you know Power much better than most people. Meowy is her entire world, and the fact that she trusts you to look after the cat is an enormous sign of her affection and care for you.

Hopefully you're good at sharing, because Power is great at taking. She just doesn't understand why anything would be off-limits if you're dating each other. Isn't that basically an agreement to share everything? She'll help herself to the rewards points you've been stacking up, the chewing gum in your bag, your clothes. You'd be more frustrated with her if she didn't look so damn cute in your sweatshirts.

If Power's confused about aspects of human culture, she always comes to you for an explanation. She loves that you never make her feel stupid for not understanding something. Plus, she just likes the sound of your voice, so that's an added benefit.

Power spends a lot of time trying to convince you that all devil hunters are positively evil. It's not that she cares much if they kill other devils—she just doesn't like the way that they look at her like she's a dog on a leash, just waiting for her to bite so there's an excuse to put her down. They're all full of malice, she claims, and if you see one in public it would be prudent to throw rocks at them. (You don't, of course, but she keeps insisting that's probably the best course of action.)

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[hippiegoth97]

Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 7

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Smut, swearing, alcohol use, oral sex, masturbation, squirting, exhibitionism/voyeurism, fingering, unprotected sex, difficulty achieving orgasm, crying, homesickness, mentions of vomit, mentions of domestic violence, fluff

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Part 7: Express Yourself

Monday, March 27th, 1989

You spend the rest of the week, and the one after in a comfortable routine. You wake up, Eddie drives you to school, you breeze through classes, and he picks you up again. Most days you go to the woods or his trailer and fuck like wild animals. Sometimes you just cuddle and watch TV, or he reads Lord of The Rings to you. You love when he does that, his voice is perfect for reading stories aloud. He knows how to put just the right emotion behind the words, you've told him before that he should be an actor. But he always laughs when you say that, shushing you so he can keep reading.

Today is the beginning of spring break. Hawkins schools all follow the same break schedule, so usually you, Mom, and Dustin go on a trip to a cabin in the woods and visit national parks. They're still going, along with Mike, Lucas, Max, the Tanner twins, and even Will, Jonathan and Jane who flew in from California. Mike's sister Nancy is also going to help chaperone the children, and obviously spend time with Jonathan. You're staying behind, as you have some studying to do for the finals coming up soon after break. And Eddie couldn't get the time off of work to join you, despite Mom insisting he come along, too.

Before they all set off on their journey, everyone gathers at your house, and Eddie just happens to have stayed over the previous night. You're sitting in your room, listening to your stereo with Eddie's head in your lap. You stroke his hair, and his eyes are shut as the two of you lounge about in your pajamas. The kiddos are helping your mother ensure they have everything they'll need at the cabin for the next week and a half, their voices clamoring together to form a buzzing beast of sound. A little bit later, the kids go suspiciously quiet, and Dustin's footsteps make their way down the hallway to your room. You’ve left the door open, since there's no funny business going on at the moment. Dustin stands in the doorway, eager to get your attention.

"Hey, Y/N? Could you come help us with something?" He asks, a little too gleefully. He's up to something, and the other kids are certainly in cahoots with him.

"Okay?" You raise an eyebrow at your brother, patting Eddie's shoulders for him to get off of you. He grumbles, his eyes still closed. He must've fallen asleep, the touch of your fingers on his scalp is very soothing to him. "Eddie, baby. Get up, the kids need something." His eyes open slowly, and he rubs the sleep away. He's so cute when he just wakes up, like an unruly housecat basking in the sun.

"This better be good, Dustin. I was rather enjoying napping in your beautiful sister's lap." Eddie says through a yawn, sitting up to kiss you. You smile against his lips, even half-asleep he has a quick wit.

"I promise it'll be worth interrupting your...cuddling. Come on!" Dustin crinkles his nose at your affectionate display, running excitedly back down the hall. Eddie stands, stretching his arms above his head which draws noises from him that unintentionally arouse you. You can't help staring at him, gazing at the edge of his stomach becoming exposed as he forces himself out of dreamland. Eddie isn't even trying, but his body moving that way is turning you on. He opens his eyes, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips as his arms slap down to his sides. He smirks at you when he notices you gawking at him, taking your hand in his.

"Hey, angel?" Eddie grabs your attention, your cheeks flaring red as you realize he's looking at you. "I love it when you get all flustered, sweetheart. Let's go see what the children wanna show you, hm?"

"Fine, but after that I think we might need some alone time." You stand before him, taking his other hand. You press your body against his, putting a knee between his thighs. You bite your lip, looking at him from under your eyelashes. He groans quietly at your actions, he can't believe how insatiable you are sometimes.

"Anything for you, love." He kisses you again, denying your tongue access as you try and use it to reel him in. "Naughty girl." He chuckles, pulling you towards the doorway. You roll your eyes, putting your neediness aside to go see what the hell is going on in the living room. Eddie holds your hand tightly, and you walk down the hall to see everyone standing around quietly. They're all smiling at you, beaming sets of teeth. There's balloons floating around the room, and Dustin stands in the middle of everyone, holding a large box in his hands. It's wrapped in dark red paper, with a black bow on top.

"So, what did you want to show me?" You ask, unsure what they're up to. Mom seems to be in on it, whatever it is. She's sitting on the couch, waiting anxiously for the kids to reveal the surprise. She's also holding her Polaroid camera, and it's here that you realize what day it is.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!" Everyone shouts, including Eddie. The volume startles you, but Eddie rubs your shoulders to keep you relaxed. The kids blow harshly on noise makers, tossing confetti into the air. You can't believe you forgot your own birthday, you pulled a complete Sixteen Candles on yourself.

"Jesus, guys. I totally forgot." You laugh, hiding your face in embarrassment. The others laugh with you, and Mom snaps a picture of your reaction.

"Well, we're happy to remind you, darling." Eddie says, kissing your cheek when you reveal your face again. "Are you ready for your present?" He's very excited to show you what he and the kids put together. He guides you over to a chair, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you closely. Dustin steps forward, bowing dramatically to put the box in your lap. You notice now that although it's wrapped, it has a removable lid. The kids sit down, on the floor, couch, wherever they can fit, and wait anxiously for you to open your present.

If there's one thing you don't like about birthdays, it’s having that sea of eyes staring at you when you open gifts. But you'll happily put up with it, seeing as the kids were sweet enough to go to all the trouble before their trip. You apprehensively lift the lid from the box, paranoid that Dustin rigged it with a spring-loaded pie to hit you in the face. He pulled that stunt last year, and you still haven't recovered. But what you find inside is anything but a prank. Your eyes bulge out of your head at the sheer amount of various objects inside. There's a few items wrapped in the same red paper, and a couple small black boxes tied with matching ribbon. The rest are various favorite snacks of yours that they didn't bother to wrap, though you don't mind. Everything is nestled in black tissue paper, waiting for you to reveal their secrets. "Shit, you guys went all out." Everyone giggles at your shock, Eddie's laugh vibrating in his chest against your back.

"Well, come on, sugarpuff! Take a closer look at what's inside!" Mom says, snapping another picture. You set the lid on the floor, deciding which gift to open first. You take the mysterious package in the middle, it feels like another box. You gingerly tear the paper away, revealing a D&D starter set.

"That one is from all of us at the Hellfire Club, figure that should help you get started since you're one of us now. I'm sure Eddie will help you build the perfect character to play with." Dustin pipes up excitedly. The other club members nod in quick agreement. Another click of the camera signals your cue to open the next gift.

"Thank you, guys! I can't wait to start playing with you." You set the kit down, taking out another item that looks a bit too much like a bottle of booze.

"That one's from me!" Mom says, clapping her hands. You tear away the paper, revealing some red wine.

"Thank you, Mom. I'll make sure to get some use out of this tonight." You quip, and she snaps another photo. You put it down, reaching for the next gift. This one is softer, you suspect it's clothes, or something.

"Now, that one is from me, specifically. Eddie helped design it, though." Dustin says again, even more excited about this particular present. You open it carefully, confirming your suspicion. It's a shirt, you hold it up to look at what's printed on it. And what you see makes you gasp. It's similar to the Hellfire Club shirts everyone wears, but this one has an extra special design on it. There's the signature flaming sword and chain mace, but the dragon in the middle has a tiara on its head. And the words read 'Queen of Hellfire', referring to you.

"Oh my God, Dustin! This is so sweet! Thank you!" You turn the shirt around for everyone to see, holding it against yourself to guess how it'll look on you. Mom clicks the camera again. Dustin blushes, ecstatic that you actually like it. "I love it, it's so bitchin'!" You almost tear up at how thoughtful this present is, and Eddie kisses your neck before whispering in your ear.

"I'm glad you like it, love. There's still more, a couple things from me. Open the heart-shaped box." He coaxes you to keep going, and you set the shirt in your lap to open your second to last present. You untie the ribbon, letting it fall inside the mass of paper below. You pull the top off, your jaw falling open at what's inside. You take it out of the box, holding it in your hands. It's a guitar pick necklace, just like Eddie's. Only this one has 'Eddie's Girl' carved into it in fancy letters, inked with gold paint.

"Oh, Eddie! Did you make this yourself?" You ask, and he makes a simple 'mhm' sound at you. "It's amazing, baby. I love it!" You turn slightly to plant a feverish kiss to his lips. The kids let out a collective groan of disgust, but you just wave them away. "Can you help me put it on?" You gaze at him, finding nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

"Of course, sweetheart." He grins at you, taking the necklace from you carefully. He opens the clasp, and you pull your hair forward out of the way. He brings it around you, placing the pick on your chest while he secures the clasp together again. He lets it drop, watching how perfectly it rests above your beautiful tits. "There you go, baby. It looks even better on you than I imagined." Eddie kisses you again, much shorter this time though. Another click of the camera, and a few 'aw's later, the kiddos set to work packing up the car. Eddie stays seated with you for a little longer, planting butterfly kisses all over your neck.

"Happy birthday, sugarpuff!" Mom chirps as she walks by you, taking the Polaroids to stick them on the fridge.

"What about the last box?" You ask Eddie quietly, not wanting to make a big deal about it. 

"Oh, that? It's something for later, just between you and me. You can open it tonight, once we have the house to ourselves." He chuckles, gripping your hips suggestively. Eddie's continued mystery surrounding your final gift makes you painfully curious, and a bit nervous as to what it could be. "Let's get everything else put away, sweetheart." You nod excitedly, and he helps you pick up the mess. He tosses the garbage for you, and you put the bottle of wine into the fridge to chill for later. The rest goes into your room, temporarily resting on your vanity.

You shut your bedroom door, watching Eddie carefully place the final box on your nightstand for after you’re alone. He turns to you, smiling kindly. He's standing at the edge of your bed, his hands at his sides. You slowly move closer, giving him a hungry stare. You can't resist pushing him onto your bed once you reach him, quickly straddling his lap. "I love you so much, Eddie." You press your lips to his with a primal heat, tangling your hands in his hair immediately. He grabs your ass, massaging the flesh roughly. You moan into his mouth, letting his tongue slip inside with ease. You don't bother battling for dominance, you want him to take control. You want to lose yourself within him, you crave his touch so badly in this moment.

"I love you too, princess." He says as he breaks away to breathe. His forehead rests against yours, leading your hips to grind on him. Your breath hitches when his boner rubs against your clit, the thin material of your pajama bottoms providing little barrier between you. You want to keep going, but sense that you'll be interrupted by everyone saying goodbye as they leave you two behind. Eddie shares the same thought, stopping your movements on him. "Let's cool down a minute, I'd hate for one of the kids 一or your mother一 to walk in on us in the middle of our special celebration." He grins at you, pressing another peck to your lips. You nod, sliding off of his lap to sit beside him. Luckily, his pants are dark enough to not show the damp spot of his precum from far away. Eddie does his best to get his erection to disappear, or to at least not be so painfully obvious. Thinking about basketball usually helps, he has such disdain for sports.

"You seem focused. What are you thinkin' about?" You ask, perplexed by his furrowed eyebrows. You playfully poke his chest, and he bats your hand away. Not in a mean way, but your touch does nothing except rile him up further.

"I'm trying not to have a tent in my pants, if you must know. Thinking about things I don't like typically helps." There's no particular tone to his voice, he's too lost in his own thoughts. Every time he attempts to think about sports, you keep popping up instead. "Dammit, it's not working. I just keep seeing you in here." He sighs, turning to you with frustrated eyes.

"I can help you out, love. It'll take no time at all, I can hear the kids fighting over who's gonna sit where in the car. They'll be at it for at least ten minutes, though I doubt we'll need that long." You bite your lip, putting your hand in Eddie's lap. He gasps at your touch, clearly very sensitive. "Oh, my poor baby. Just relax, I'll make it all better." You lean into him, your lips dangerously close to his. You flash him a temptress grin, and far be it from him to resist your charms.

"Alright, but the second someone comes down that hallway again, I'm gonna push you off of me and hide it under your pillow." Eddie says sternly, unable to decline your offer. He's so needy for you, it's almost painful.

"Fine by me. You wanna lay back for me, Eds?" You suggest casually. He does as you ask, his legs still hanging off the bed. You grab the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to let his dick spring free. He isn't wearing any boxers underneath, which makes things easier for you. You kneel between his thighs, gripping his length in your hand.

"Fuck." He moans, trying to stay quiet. His tip is red and swollen, leaking precum profusely. You lower your head to take all of him into your mouth, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. "Shit, your mouth is heaven-sent, I swear." He holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail, keeping it out of your face. You tuck your necklace inside your shirt as well, keeping it safe. Your tongue swirls around his cock as you suck him off, and he can't hold back the stunted whines and moans that leave his mouth. His sounds make you so wet, you're tempted to touch yourself as you blow him. But there's plenty of time to get your own rocks off later. Right now, it's all about Eddie. You stroke his thighs and under his shirt with your hands, running your nails along his skin to heighten his senses.

You suck his dick as fast as you can, not wanting to risk getting caught in the act. You gag on him over and over, wet noises filling the room to mingle with Eddie's symphony of moaning. You hum onto him, sending vibrations through his shaft. He grips your hair tighter, using his other hand to push you deeper onto himself. Tears run down your cheeks, but you let him use your face any way he wants. You're so eager to please him. You breathe through your nose, keeping yourself calm as Eddie shoves your head down repeatedly. You can tell he's close, his breath always stutters as his climax builds.

"Fuck, baby. I'm so close. Be a good girl and swallow it all." He struggles to speak, his mind is swirling with thoughts of fucking you senseless, eating you out, marking you with dark hickeys all over your body. You're like a goddamn drug to him, and he'll never get enough. You let Eddie's hips buck up into your face as his high is about to overtake him. You moan around him, giving him that extra little push over the edge. "Shit, I'm gonna cum." He croaks out, his release spilling down your esophagus. His body shudders, and a light sheen of sweat coats his skin.

Once you've swallowed every last drop, you pull yourself off of Eddie's cock. He's panting on the bed, gazing at the ceiling. "Do you feel better now, darling?" You ask, watching his dick soften as it's fully satisfied. For now. You're still kneeling before him, awaiting your praise.

"Yes, very much. Thank you, angel. You always take my cock so well." He says, out of breath. He sits up, pulling his pajamas back on. You sit beside him once more, and he kisses you again while placing his hand over yours. "The rest of tonight is gonna be all about you, though. I promise. It is your birthday, after all." He pulls your necklace back out of your shirt, and you lay your head on his shoulder. "Do you really like it, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, stroking the pick in his fingers. He wonders if he should've bought you something more sparkly, instead of making something himself.

"Of course I do, baby. It's beautiful, and I love being your girl." You gaze at him, searching his eyes. Finding some self-doubt there, you do your best to reassure him. Gently grabbing his chin, you turn his head to face you. His big doe eyes meet yours, and your heart flutters as you get lost in them. "Eddie, I love it. It's the best present anyone's ever given me, and you made it with your own two hands." You take hold of his hand caressing the pick, to drive home just how much you cherish his gift. "This is so much more valuable than all the jewelry you'd find in a store, darling. I'll never take it off."

He lets the necklace fall to your chest once again, realizing how silly he is for second-guessing himself. A single tear rolls down his cheek, and you gingerly wipe it away. Eddie doesn't know how you manage it, but you frequently draw deep, intense emotions from him. "I can't believe how lucky I am to be with you, Y/N." He cups your cheek, stroking your supple skin with his thumb. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your stare.

"And I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have you in my life, Eds." You close the gap between you, and his hand migrates behind your neck to hold you closer. Your mouths move slowly, holding back for the possibility of being interrupted at any moment.

Right on cue, Mom knocks on your bedroom door. "Sugarpuff, we're about to head out. Come say goodbye." She calls to you, not opening the door to disturb you. You pull away, giggling lightly together.

"Coming, Mom." You call to her, listening to her footsteps descending back down the hallway. You reluctantly get up, pulling Eddie's arm to join you. He doesn't want to stop showering you with love for a damn thing right now, but Dustin will refuse to leave if he doesn't get his hugs. "Baby, c’mon. It's one more thing until we're all alone. Then we can do whatever we want." You waggle your eyebrows, alluding to what you have in mind. Eddie groans, letting you pull him to his feet.

"Okay, but only because you're very convincing." He smirks at you, smacking your ass as you turn to lead him. You can't hold back the moan it draws from you, whipping your head back to shoot him a glare. "Sorry, I'll behave. For about…five more minutes." His tongue plays at the edge of his lips, he's such a filthy little fucker sometimes. Shaking your head at him, you continue walking back to the living room to say your goodbyes.

You and Eddie make sure everyone gets a great big bear hug, especially Mom and Dustin. As much as you look forward to having the house to yourselves, you're gonna miss this giant band of misfits every second they're away. Mom and Nancy lead the hoard outside to the two vehicles, splitting the group up evenly between them. You and Eddie stand in the driveway as they all pile inside, though it's definitely a tight squeeze. "We'll be back in ten days. Don't burn the house down!" Mom says after rolling down the window.

"We won't! Have a good time, and drive safe!" You reply, and she nods before rolling the window back up. Everyone waves at you, smiling with excitement for their journey. The two of you wave back, watching them pull away from the house and down the road.

Once the cars have fully disappeared from view, Eddie stands behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. He plants harsh kisses and bites on your neck, immediately drawing your attention. "I finally get you all to myself." He says between marking you, smirking against your bruising skin. You moan quietly, tilting your head to the side and pressing your ass against his crotch.

"Let's take this inside, Eddie. I'd hate to traumatize the neighbors." You resist the urge to let your eyes flutter closed, although it's tempting to let him take you right here on the front lawn.

He whines dramatically, giving you one final bite before speaking again. "If you insist, darling. But they're missing out, they could probably stand to learn a thing or two. Lord knows the hicks in this town aren't very kinky." His hands travel upwards to honk your tits jokingly. You gasp, swatting his hands away. You whip around to face him, scowling. His cheeky grin fades, and he gulps at your angered expression.

"Eddie! Go inside! I'd rather not spend my twenty-first birthday at the sheriff's station, if you don't mind!" You push him firmly by the chest, leading him inside the house. Eddie almost trips as you step through the threshold, sending him stumbling to the floor. He's about to stand back up, when you stop him. "You stay right there." You command, slamming the door shut without breaking your stare.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Really, I一" He tries to plead for forgiveness from the floor, but you have no intention of giving it to him. Not yet.

"Stop talking." You burn. Eddie's eyes widen at your tone, surprised at you exerting dominance over him. You stare him down, inching your way over. "You've got a real problem with listening, Eds. And I don't appreciate being groped in front of the entire block." You're standing above him now, feet on either side of his body. He watches you cautiously, not daring to crack a smirk at what he thinks you're up to. You purposefully kneel over him, before straddling his lap harshly. He grunts at your weight falling onto him, unable to control his dick growing underneath you. "So hard for me already, baby?" You speak in a mocking tone, grinding yourself against him aggressively. Eddie's hands raise to hold your hips, but you smack them away. "You don't get to touch me unless I say so. Got it?"

He's utterly speechless, you've never been one to take charge. But he can't say you're not driving him crazy by doing so. He's absolutely loving this. He decides to be bold, to egg you on. "You know, you're real sexy when you're angry." He's smirking again, you hate how smug he can be sometimes.

You grab his mouth, squeezing it between your fingers. "I said be quiet." You lean down to bring your face just centimeters above his, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss as you continue to hold him. You break away after a moment, staring deep in his eyes. Your breath fans over his face, and he just lays there, hypnotized by you. "Now, are you gonna be a good boy and do as I say?" Your question carries a very large warning. If he doesn't behave, you might just have to punish him. Eddie's completely dazed, it's like his wettest dream is coming true.

"Y-yes." He stutters, taking a deep breath. "I'll be a good boy for you." His cheeks flare up at calling himself a boy, but he can't help feeling even more turned on all the same.

You smile at him, though your angry lust is simmering just below the surface. "That's what I like to hear, baby. Now, do you want me to ride you right here? Or on the couch?" You tilt your head at him, impatiently awaiting an answer. You've been continuously rubbing yourself against him, winding the both of you up. You refuse to let him hear your moans, holding them back with a newfound willpower. Eddie has been more vocal, though his sounds are kept behind sealed lips.

"Oh, I get a choice?" There he goes disobeying you again, and you will not stand for it. You immediately stop grinding against him, standing up. You put a foot on his chest, holding him down when he tries to follow you.

"Now you don't. Since you refuse to listen, you're going to be punished." You step off of him, going over to the couch. You sit down, spreading your legs wide open with your hands resting on your knees. Eddie sits up to see what you're doing, eyes boggling at your position. From where he's sitting, he can see the damp spot that's formed in your pajama shorts. He licks his lips, wanting so badly to dive right in. "See something you want?" You ask incredulously, and Eddie just nods. "Well, that's just too fucking bad isn't it? You're going to watch me, but you can't touch. Not me, or yourself. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand." He sits back on his palms, his legs laid out in front of him. He's eager to watch the show, to see how far you're willing to deny him, and yourself. You nod silently, standing briefly to take off your shorts. Just like Eddie, you've opted to go commando. You sit back down, slowly spreading your legs as wide as you can to show him just what he's missing out on. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of your dripping pussy, watching your arousal glisten in the light.

You slowly snake your arm up the side of your body, bringing it to your chest. You grope your own breast through your shirt, moaning obscenely loud as you massage the flesh. Eddie's cock twitches in his pants, he's tempted to take it out and stroke himself as you play your little game. But he knows he's being punished, and he wants to make you happy. So, he keeps his hands where they are. You tweak your nipple, moaning again. "Oh, Eddie." You whimper, teasing him. He groans, unable to hold back his reaction to you. You drag your hand further down, traveling down your stomach and in between your thighs. Your fingers graze over your clit, drawing more sounds from your lungs.

"God, you're so fuckin' sexy like this, Y/N. You have no idea." Eddie says, his dick straining against his pants. His eyes are glued to your every move, anticipating what you'll do next.

You continue to circle your clit, calling Eddie's name and cursing over and over. At first you were exaggerating the noises to make him lose his mind, but now you're really enjoying yourself. The exciting novelty of having Eddie watch you touch yourself is winding that familiar knot inside you tighter and tighter, and quicker than you expect. You want so badly to give in, to let Eddie touch you and fuck you. His face tells you he's already convinced you'll call this off at any second, and your stubborn nature gets the best of you. You up the ante, slipping two fingers inside your soaking cunt. "Eddie." You moan again, curling your digits just right inside yourself. He's better at this, but you love watching him squirm with need. "I bet you wish it was your fingers instead, hm? Or your cock?" You struggle to speak through your moans, this whole scenario has your senses at unexplored heights.

"Yes, God yes. I wanna touch you so bad, sweetheart." Eddie groans back, trying very hard not to cream his pants from watching you. He's breathing heavily, and he's not even really doing anything. His words push you further, and you pick up the pace. You rapidly finger yourself, a constant stream of moans flowing from your lips. It won't take long for you to lose control, every part of this act is fucking mindblowing for you. Wet noises from your pussy mingle with your cries of ecstasy. You want to let it all go. You want to see the look on his face when you drive yourself over the edge.

"You want me to cum, baby? Should I make a mess all over my fingers?" The knot is wound to its limit, threatening to snap at any second. You're sweating through your shirt, and from the bends of your knees as well. Eddie's hands dig into the carpet as you continue to fuck yourself, he's never had this happen before. He can't believe you're going to make him cum without even touching him.

"Please, princess. Keep going, make yourself cum." He begs, wanting to see you lose control by your own hand. The knot finally snaps at his words, your back arching as your orgasm rips through your body ruthlessly.

"Oh, fuck, Eddie!" You scream, your cunt clamping down on your own fingers. Your legs shake, and you keep thrusting to extend your pleasure. A flood of juices bursts from your pussy, soaking the cushion beneath you, and splashing onto the carpet. Eddie groans, his own release spilling inside his pajamas as he watches you explode. After a few moments, the bliss dissipates and you pull your fingers out of your cunt. Your walls clamp down on nothing, making you whine weakly.

"Jesus, Y/N. You're so gorgeous like this." He can't stop admiring the scene before him. You're limp against the couch, arms at your sides, eyes fallen closed. Your legs are still spread, shiny with sweat and arousal. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, you struggle to catch your breath. The couch beneath you is darker than the rest, and a puddle rapidly soaks into the floor. Eddie stands, wincing as his cum drips down his legs. You'll both be needing a shower in a minute, but first he wants to check on you. "Did you enjoy yourself, babydoll?" He walks over to you, sitting beside you on a dry seat on the couch.

You force your eyes open, looking at him tiredly. "Yeah, that was a lot of fun. I forgive you, by the way." You reply breathily, your heart still pounding in your chest. He chuckles, taking you in his arms to carry you to the bathroom. "Where are we going, Eds?" You ask, not too keen on being moved at the moment.

"We are going to take a shower. We've made quite the mess, sweetheart." Eddie replies, walking you down the hall into the bathroom. He doesn't bother shutting the door since nobody else is home, and he sets you down. You struggle to stand, your body feels like melted silly putty. But he helps you steady yourself, before going to turn on the water. He assists you in lifting your shirt over your head, then he removes his own clothes. He sticks his hand inside the stream of water, checking to make sure it's hot enough. "It's ready, sweetheart. C’mon." He beckons you to him, gently leading you under the showerhead.

"Mmm, that feels nice." You sigh, letting the water rush over your body to wash away the cum and sweat coating your skin. You close your eyes, dipping your head under to soak your hair. You hear the click of a shampoo bottle, and look to find Eddie prepping the soap in his hands for you. You turn your back to him, leaning your head in his direction. His fingers work their way through your locks, massaging your scalp. You moan quietly, not meaning to get so easily revved up again.

"You doin’ alright, baby?" Eddie asks in your ear. Dammit, he's so hot when he does that.

"Yes, my love. You just have magic fingers." You mean it innocently, though Eddie takes it another way.

"Oh, is that so? Would you prefer I use them...somewhere else?" He chuckles lowly, removing his hands so you can rinse off.

"Maybe later, Eds. I'm still coming down from the little show I put on, but it's your turn now." You reply as the soap washes down the drain. He raises an eyebrow at you, not sure what you mean. You open the shampoo, pouring some into your hand. You gaze at him calmly, and he curses his dirty mind. "Turn around, darling." He does as you ask, and you can't help looking at his ass. God, it's so perfect, just the right size and shape. You're tempted to smack it, but hold yourself back.

He sighs deeply as your fingers work the suds up on his head, unable to stop his dick from hardening again. He doesn't mean for it to, but every touch you give him drives him absolutely mad. Eventually, you let go, switching places to let him rinse. The rest of the shower goes similarly, the two of you taking turns sensually washing each other's bodies. It gets very steamy in here, but you don't want another round just yet. Right now, it's just about being close, and expressing how much you love one another.

Once you're all clean, you shut off the water and step out onto the tile floor. You grab a couple towels, handing one to Eddie. You wrap your body up, tucking the corner to hold the towel in place. You gather your dirty clothes, and walk back to the living room to retrieve your shorts before bringing everything to the laundry basket. You glance at the couch and floor, hoping you have sufficient chemicals in the house to clean up your mess.

"Hey, sweetheart! You wanna open your last present?" Eddie calls to you from your bedroom, sounding very eager to show you the last little surprise he has in store.

"Yes, please!" You call back, running down the hall to your room with excitement. You find Eddie sitting on your bed in a fresh pair of boxers, holding the box in his hands. You put the dirty clothes away, and pull on some panties and a long shirt. You jump onto the bed, sitting as close to him as you possibly can.

"You're gonna love this, sweetheart." He hands the box to you, and you hold it for a minute. You shake it a little, trying to guess what it is. There's a small object rattling inside, but it's only in about half of the box. "Hey, no guessing! Just open it." He chides you jokingly, smiling wide.

"Okay, okay." You say, slowly pulling the ribbon loose. It falls into your lap, and you open the lid. You're a bit confused about what's inside, taking a moment to inspect it. You take out the objects, holding them in your hands curiously. After closer inspection, you realize what these are.

The item that was rattling around is a sparkly, pink twenty-sided die. And the other is a small book that it seems Eddie has made himself. The cover has a heart on it, drawn in red ink with your initials in it. There's twenty numbered pages in the book, each of which has a different sexual act on it. You flip through them, admiring Eddie's handwriting and the detailed illustrations he drew to go with each number. "What do you think, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, his knee bouncing anxiously. He can't read your face, watching intensely as you take in what he's given you.

You can't believe the effort this man has gone to give you such meaningful gifts. You turn to Eddie, unsure what to say. You truly love the present, eager to try it out with him. "You're amazing, you know that?" You smile, stilling his knee with your hand. Instinctively, you lean in to kiss him, brushing your lips against his. It's a brief kiss, but only because your lips feel a little bruised from all the others you've exchanged today. You rest your forehead against Eddie's, holding his hand as you show appreciation. "I love it, baby. It's a great gift, and it's very 'you'." You giggle, flipping the pages again with your thumb.

"Very 'me', huh? Whatever do you mean?" Eddie asks in sarcastic offense.

"Well, it's very thoughtful, and nerdy." You smirk at your next thought before saying it aloud. "But it's also extremely dirty, all of which are things I love about you." He chuckles at your assessment, amused with how you think of him. He lowers his head to kiss your neck, and you don't bother holding back a moan. There's no need for it now in a big, empty house.

He speaks seductively to you between kisses, tempting you to heat things up again. "Since you like it so much, how about we test it out, hm?" Eddie bites down on your throat, reeling you in. You're just about to cave to his charms, when the phone rings. He feels your weight shift as you try to stand to go answer it, putting his hand on your thigh to make you stay put. "Leave it, Y/N. They can call back." He continues marking you, but you wriggle away. He whines with indignation, not appreciating being interrupted.

"It could be Mom checking in on us, I don't want her to worry. Just take a pause for a sec, Eds." You gently insist, jogging down the hall to reach the phone before the final ring stops blaring. You catch it just in time, bringing the receiver to your ear. "Hello?" You say, expecting to hear Mom on the other end.

"Hi, is this Y/N Henderson?" You hear Chrissy's voice speaking to you through the phone, she sounds like she's been crying. You're unsure how she got your number, maybe from the phone book. You're also curious as to why she's calling your house. "Hello?" She asks, as you've been distracted by trying to work out what's going on.

"Yeah, it's me. Sorry, I just wasn't expecting to hear from you. How are you?" You ask, unable to help being a bit annoyed that she's cutting into your special time with Eddie. But she wouldn't call for no reason, this has to be serious.

"I'm...okay. I guess." Her voice shakes on the line, she's clearly afraid. Eddie walks into the room, curious what's going on.

"Who's on the phone?" He whispers, eyebrows furrowed as he leans against the wall in his underwear. You wave him away to listen to what Chrissy wants.

"Is there something I can help you with, Chrissy?" You inquire, and Eddie's eyes widen at finding out who it is. She tries to speak again, stuttering her words.

"I-I thought about what you said. I know you wanna help me." You hear her on the verge of tears, shattering your heart into tiny pieces.

"I do, Chrissy. What do you need from me?" You try to sound as calm as you can, comforting her with your words.

"Um...I'm not sure, I don't know what to do. I just don't want to be here in this house with him anymore." She sobs, unable to hold in the tears.

"I know, it'll be okay. Just一" You contemplate what to say next, unsure of how to actually handle this. You look at Eddie, who's staring with his lips pursed. "Is he there now?" You ask, needing to start somewhere.

"No, no. He's out late for a work meeting, but I have nowhere to go. My parents love Jason. He's very charming, when he needs to be." She laughs wryly, you can sense how isolated she truly is.

"You could always come here." You offer hastily, but she's quick to shoot you down.

"No! No, thank you. I appreciate it, but I can't ask you to do that. If he even has a hint of where I am, he'll lose it. I think I have to get a plan in place before leaving." You realize now that Chrissy hasn't fully thought this through, she just doesn't want to be hurting anymore. "Shit, Jason's pulling into the driveway. I have to go, but I'll call back when I get this figured out. And please don't call me, I don't want him to pick up. Thank you, Y/N. I wouldn't even be thinking about this if it wasn't for you." She sounds almost relieved, knowing someone sees her pain and wants to help.

Before you can reply, the line goes dead. "She hung up." You murmur, sitting on the chair next to the phone. Your elbows rest on your knees as you lean forward, your hands laying limp between your legs. Eddie comes over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You're almost numb, worried about what might be happening to Chrissy right now. You just hope she'll call back, your stomach churns at the idea of her losing her nerve and never speaking of it again.

"What did she say?" He asks, concerned at the color draining from your face. You clear your throat, shuddering breath leaving your lungs.

"Chrissy, uh, wants to leave Jason. She doesn't know what to do, and to be honest, I don't either. She doesn't have anywhere to go, not even her parents can help. She sounded so scared, Eddie." Your eyes meet his, glistening as tears begin to form. "And she was crying, it must be so awful for her. But he was coming home, so she had to hang up. I hope she'll call again, we can't leave her and the baby in that house." You sob, frantically shaking your head. Eddie kneels before you, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He sighs, giving you a half-smile.

"We won't, 'kay? We'll wait for her to call again, and we'll drop whatever we're doing to go help. Just relax, sweetheart. I know you're worried about her, so am I. But we can't do anything about it right now. We can't risk Jason finding out anything until Chrissy and the baby are safe." You nod, taking a deep breath to calm down. You're already racking your brain to come up with a plan, and a story for the cops. You can't tell them that you saw Chrissy's bruises when Eddie was selling drugs at her house. You'll have to lie to protect both of them. "Hey." He gently snaps you out of your thoughts, looking into your eyes with purpose as he caresses your arms. "Relax, we'll work it out later. Let's have some dinner, alright?"

"Okay.." You let him help you stand, making your way to the fridge to find something easy, but filling. You pull the magnetic door open, the white light illuminating your face. Inside there's plenty of supplies for sandwiches, soda, beer, and a lot of frozen foods in the freezer, too. So many choices, and you can't manage to pick something. "Mom stocked up for us before she left, she said we'll need plenty of fuel for our 'romantic time', as she called it." You say semi-mockingly, Mom's specialty is not subtlety. You laugh as you recall her phrasing, always dancing around the real words with innuendo.

"Your mother sure has a way with words, darling. An amusing trait she has undoubtedly passed on to you." Eddie chuckles, standing behind you. He rests his head on your shoulder, seeing what's in the fridge as he's quite hungry. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. "Jesus, there's enough to feed a small army here. What looks good to you, baby?" Eddie's never seen so much food in one house before, the pantry at home is always pretty bare.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing. It's a bit overwhelming, isn't it?" You reply, eyes scanning over every individual item, asking your stomach if that's what it desires. Your gaze falls onto an old childhood favorite, pizza rolls. You grab the large plastic bag, showing Eddie. "How 'bout these?" You ask, hoping he says yes.

"Hell yeah, I've always liked these." He takes the bag from you gleefully, heading to the oven. He puts the bag on the counter, setting the oven to preheat. "I haven't had them in a long time." His back is turned to you, clumsily digging around in the drawer under the stove to pull out a pan. Eddie sets it on the stove top, ripping the pizza rolls open to pour a generous amount onto the pan.

"Looks like I made the right choice then." You smile, though he can't see it at the moment. You lean backwards against the counter, your hands gripping the edge to support your weight. Eddie twists the bag to close it, putting it back in the freezer. He stands across from you, crossing his arms casually.

"And now, we wait." He grins at you, his stomach rumbling a second later. You're about to give him a witty retort, when the phone rings again. Both your eyes widen, immediately wondering if it's Chrissy calling you back. You run over to the phone, picking it up on the second ring.

"Hello?" You ask, breathing heavily as your heart pounds in your chest.

"Sugarpuff!" Your slump a little, mouthing 'it's Mom' to Eddie. He nods, almost disappointed. "Are you alright, Y/N? You sound winded. Oh, I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" She titters, making you roll your eyes. Her worry about potentially cutting into your personal time with Eddie is embarrassing, yet endearing.

"No, Mom. We're just waiting on some pizza rolls to be ready. Did you guys make it there safe?" You ask, bringing your breathing to its normal rhythm.

"Oh, yes! Will did get car-sick, but he's always been a sensitive boy. Everyone else is doing great, and the cabin is much nicer this year. We miss you and Eddie, though. You'd love it out here. It's like they planted even more trees, or something. It's beautiful!" Her underlying tone is solemn, though she's trying her best to stay positive.

"I know, Mom. We wish we were there too, it's very quiet in the house now." You reply sadly. Eddie listens intently to your words, noticing your longing to be with your family.

"Well, I'd hope it's not too quiet." She laughs, and you do too.

"Never." You laugh dryly, trying to quell the sting of sorrow at the back of your throat. By the sounds of it, you're missing out on one of the best trips your family has ever had. With a beautiful view to boot, it's the perfect place to unwind and unplug from everyday life. You've always loved the great outdoors, it makes everything wrong with your life feel so insignificant. Even when Dad was still around, no argument or bout of the silent treatment between him and Mom spoiled those trips. He was like a different person at the cabin, a perfect husband and father.

He'd take you fishing at a nearby river, giving you the best bait to ensure you had the biggest catch of the day. You'd hike through the woods, with him pointing out different types of edible plants using a little handbook he'd bought from a roadside convenience store on the way to the cabin. And every night of your trips, you'd roast marshmallows on a campfire as he told scary stories. The tales he spun usually scared you shitless, leaving you clinging to his side as he spoke in the spooky voices. But he'd always tell a good joke to make the monsters go away, before putting you to bed inside. You were never outside for it, but once you and Dustin had been put down, he'd sit outside with Mom to gaze up at the sparkling night sky. You could hear them sometimes as they sat in the swing on the porch, pointing out the constellations and exchanging 'I love you's. The bittersweet memories pull a tear from your eye, and you can't hold back your sniffle. 

"Well, I'll let you go, sugarpuff. Be safe, and I'll call to check in every couple nights, okay?" Mom says, also fighting back tears.

"I will, Mom. Talk to you later. Have some extra fun for me, okay?" Your breath shudders as you exhale. How is it possible to be homesick when you're at home?

"We will, Y/N. Have a good night, and Happy Birthday." She replies with a stifled sob.

"Thanks, goodnight." You put the phone back in its cradle, turning to Eddie. Your lip trembles, your eyes stinging with fresh tears. He rushes over to you, hugging you tightly. Once his arms are around you, you bury your head into his chest as you sob uncontrollably. You cling to him, digging your fingers into his back without hurting him.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm right here." Eddie coos softly, stroking your hair as you cry. He feels awful, you really only stayed behind because of him. Sure, you have finals to study for as well, but you could've brought your books along with you. He curses his stupid job not letting him take the time off, he wants nothing more than to drop everything and drive you to the cabin right now. "I'm sorry, angel. I should've had you go with them. I hate to have you miss out on the trip." He sighs, kissing the top of your head.

You poke your head up to look at him, an almost annoyed expression on your face. "It's not your fault, Eddie." You sniffle, reaching around Eddie's arms awkwardly to dry your eyes. "I wanted to stay here with you, okay? Yeah, I miss Mom and Dustin right now. We’ve taken this trip every year, ever since I can remember. When Dad was still with us, it was like we were a normal family for once. But I can miss one time, there's been so many others. And there will be many more in the future. On the other hand, I haven't been able to spend this much uninterrupted time with you before." You nuzzle his neck, peppering his skin with warm kisses.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? I can drive you there right now if you want me to." You hug him tighter, speaking against his throat.

"You're very kind to offer, Eds. You're the sweetest man in the world for that. But I am telling you this once, and I'm not gonna repeat myself." You drag your tongue along his flesh, making him groan quietly. "I want nothing more than to be here with you, okay?" You nibble on his earlobe, backing away to arm's length. You sniff again, smiling as best you can at the moment. Your hands play about with his, forcing yourself to slow down. Just a minute ago, you were crying your eyes out, and now you're heating things up again. It must be making Eddie's head spin, it certainly is doing so to yours. 

"If you say so, angel. But if you change your mind, just tell me." He's not exactly convinced by your words, but he won't go back and forth with you on the subject. He clears his throat, trying to calm himself after you've just riled him up with your mouth. His eyes flick to his crotch for a moment, hoping he's not noticeably hard right now. Seemingly in the clear, he looks at you again. "The food won't be ready for a bit, love. Should we clean up your little mess from earlier?" He smirks cheekily, replaying the image of how said mess was made in his mind. Well, so much for not having an erection right now.

"Yeah, we probably should. I’d hate for it to soak in too far. I'll dig around the cabinets for some supplies." You move past him, taking a sneaky glance at the not-so-subtle tent in Eddie's boxers.

"I saw that." He calls after you, stopping you in your tracks.

"Saw what? How easy it is for me to get you hard?" You retort, continuing to walk to the kitchen sink. You bend down, ass in the air as you search the bottom cabinets. You're not exactly sure what you're looking for, reading the labels on every bottle and aerosol can to see what everything is used for. Eddie turns around to see what you're doing, his breath hitching as he finds your perfect ass staring him in the face. He swears sometimes you're truly going to be the death of him. He says nothing, admiring the view as you root around under the sink. "Think I found what we'll need. I hope you like flowery rubber gloves." You attempt to stand while cradling the supplies in your arms, bonking your head on the inside of the cabinet. "Ow!" You shout, falling to your knees, the items you were holding clattering to the floor.

"Jesus, princess. You gotta be more careful." Eddie tries not to laugh, but the way this looks from behind is a bit silly. He gets on the floor with you, rubbing your head with his hand. "You okay?" He asks, carefully leading your head out of the cupboard.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You grumble, wincing as you touch the newly forming bump on the back of your skull. "I may have inherited a lot of interesting traits from my mother, but my clumsiness is something I definitely got from Dad."

"Is that so?" Eddie gathers the items off the floor, setting them on the counter before helping you stand.

"Oh, sure! He was always bonking his head on things, just barely missing corners with his shoulders. Oh, and his dick accidentally landed inside his secretary!" You joke bitterly, brushing yourself off once you're on your feet. Eddie backs up defensively, taken aback by your sudden aggravation. You sigh when you see him do so, squeezing your eyes shut a moment to breathe. "Sorry, that shit just really hurt. And every time I get hurt like that, by being clumsy, it reminds me of him."

He nods, moving closer again. "It's alright, angel. I get it. Now, you mentioned something about flowery gloves?" He pokes your nose, smirking slyly at you. You hand him a pair, sliding on some of your own. The two of you carry the cleaning products to the living room, assessing the damage. "You want the carpet, or the couch?" He asks, unsure this will even work.

"Um...I'll take the couch, I guess." You bite your lip, already dreading this task. But you can't just leave it there, Mom will kill you. Well, maybe she won’t go that far, but she loves this couch. It's the first piece of furniture she bought when Dad took half of the house.” You wish you'd at least put a towel down earlier, but things were a bit spur-of-the-moment. You look at one another nervously, sharing a nod and stepping into the trenches. You sit on your knees beside the soaked cushion, and Eddie gets on all fours on the floor. The chemicals sit between you so you can both easily reach them.

You spend the next few minutes spraying and dabbing and scrubbing the mess away, surprised at how well it seems to be working. The fumes aren't exactly pleasant, but you don't want the house to reek of sex either. Satisfied with your work, you put everything back in the cabinet and let the cleansers dry. "We might need to go over it again later. It's hard to tell when it's still wet." Eddie says as the two of you wash your hands.

"And how do you know so much about cleaning, Eds? I've seen your room, ya know." You flick water from your fingers into his face teasingly, wiping the rest onto your shirt. He scoffs, rubbing the droplets away with his arm.

"Man, you're a rude one tonight. And if you must know, I had to figure out how to get blood out of my clothes when the sports would kick the shit outta me." He's about to shut off the sink, when his gaze falls to the spray-hose beside the faucet.

Your eyes widen when you realize what he's about to do. "Eddie, please don't!" You plead, reaching forward to stop him. But it's no use, he's quicker than you. He pulls the hose, pointing the head at your chest.

"Any last words, baby?" He grins, training his fingers on the trigger. You shake your head, swiping at him in an attempt to steal the hose. "Oops, too slow!" He taunts, before squeezing the handle and spraying you with water.

"Eddie! Stop!" You put your hands up to block the stream, but he's already soaking your shirt and hair. A puddle forms on the floor, making you both lose balance. He slips on the tile, losing grip on the hose. You manage to take it from him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"Shit! Give it back!" He laughs, trying to stay upright to regain control. You're giggling like a maniac, dousing him in the cold water. You both laugh uncontrollably, going red in the face as you fight for power over the spray. Eddie wrestles you to the ground, pinning you on the soaked floor. The hose is abandoned, clanging against the cabinet as it swings back and forth. Eddie lays over you, holding your hands above your head. You've both gone quiet now, staring fervently in each other's eyes. Your hair is matted to your faces, and your clothes stick to you uncomfortably. You shiver at the cold, contrasted by your hot breath fans in one another's mouths.

"You win." You murmur, surrendering to Eddie's control. He smirks, rewarding you with a feverish kiss. He lets your hands free from his grip, which immediately wrap around him to pull his body closer. Your legs spread instinctively, Eddie's cock brushing against your cunt through the thin layers separating you. You moan into him, dragging your nails down his back. He grinds against you, quickly hardening inside his boxers. His lips move to your neck, nipping and sucking your flesh to give you dark hickeys. "Eddie." You whimper, tangling your hands in his damp hair to tug on it. He groans into your neck, biting down even harder than before.

"I love you so much, sweetheart." He says breathlessly, pulling your shirt over your head. He stares at your tits, your nipples erect from the cold water. He immediately takes one in his mouth, tweaking the other between his fingers teasingly. You dig further into his hair, more beautiful noises falling from your lips.

"I love you too, baby." You reply as Eddie's lips make their way along the valley between your breasts. He loves kissing you, marking you, worshiping you. He feels so privileged to just be in your presence, let alone touch you in all the ways you like. Everything he does to you is like magic, setting you aflame with every touch and kiss. "Eddie?" You ask, and his head raises to look at your fuckstruck face.

"Yes, angel?" He smiles at you, eager to hear what he knows you're going to say.

"I want you." You hope those three words are enough, his hungry eyes diminishing your nerve. 

"You want me to what? Use your words, baby." He chuckles, roughly grinding himself against you as he keeps up the eye contact. Your mouth falls open, letting another moan slip out. God, he's so fucking hot when he teases you.

"I want you to fuck me. Please?” Your tone gives him exactly what he wants, he can't get enough of you begging him to be inside you.

"And how exactly do you want me to do that?" His hands grope your tits, distracting you from his question. He still peers down at you, eyes burning with lust.

"O-on the counter. If that's alright." You can't help blushing at how unsure you sound as you speak, but his expression doesn't change.

"Anything you want, princess." He kisses you again, shoving his tongue in your mouth just long enough to steal your breath away. He stands, scooping you off the floor with his strong arms. He sets you on the counter, putting himself between your legs. Your feet dangle above the floor, making you feel small. He pulls at your panties, struggling to peel them from your slippery flesh. You assist him, letting them fall to the floor with a wet smacking sound. His fingers disappear between your thighs, easily slipping inside your dripping pussy.

"Oh, God." You moan, gripping Eddie's shoulders as he curls his digits perfectly.

"You're so wet for me, and not just from the faucet." He jokes, increasing his pace. Your head falls forward, mouth wide open as you continue to moan and whine. "Don't hide your pretty face from me, baby." He speaks lowly in your ear, using his free hand to put you upright.

You grin at him, lowering one of your hands to palm his dick over his underwear. He groans as you stroke him, his breath shuddering as he's already so wound up. "I need you inside me, love. We can take our time later. I can't wait anymore." You whine as you tug on his waistband, and he helps you pull his boxers down. He kicks them away, removing his fingers from you.

"Open." He orders, raising them up to your lips. You happily suck them clean, moaning at the taste. "Such a good girl for me." Eddie lays you down on the counter, kissing you tenderly. He takes hold of his length, rubbing it against your clit a few times. You both moan aloud at the sensation, and you're just about to tell him to stop teasing when he shoves himself all the way inside you.

"Fuck!" You cry out, your hands gripping the edge of the counter. Eddie holds your hips firmly, letting you adjust to him filling you up to the hilt. "You can move now一"

The sound of the oven timer going off interrupts you, signaling your pizza rolls are ready. "Shit, guess we'll have to continue this later. Unless you want dinner to burn." He's about to pull out, when you stop him.

"No!" You almost shout, and he quirks an eyebrow at you. "Just...carry me over there. We can turn the oven off and leave them in there to stay warm until we're done." You suggest hastily, not wanting to stop now. You can't, not for a damn thing. The house could go up in flames around you and you wouldn't want to stop fucking him.

"You'll do anything to keep having sex with me, won't you?" He laughs in disbelief, you really are a different kind of woman. 

"Obviously.” You roll your eyes at him. “Can you please just stick to the plan?" You sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck to hang onto him. He holds your thighs, keeping himself sheathed inside you as he walks to the oven. You quickly reach behind you to shut the heat off, before holding tightly onto Eddie again. "Okay, there. No burnt pizza rolls. Now please, please continue." You lick his lips playfully, taking his bottom one between your teeth. You tug on it as you look into his eyes, letting it go and pouting at him.

"Gladly." He replies simply, slamming you against the cupboards beside the stove. He sets your ass on the counter so he won't drop you, but his grip tightens on your hips as he starts thrusting inside you roughly. 

“Eddie!” Your nails dig into his back, drawing blood. He groans at the sting, fucking you faster. His dick hits your g spot just the way you like, every time you two have sex he's gotten even better at it. A knot slowly builds inside of you, tangling itself further with Eddie's every stroke. His face is buried in your neck, biting and sucking on your skin to mark you up even more than he already has. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby. Everything you do is unbelievable." You pant as you cling to him. Your praises fuel his fire, making it his mission to drive you insane. He lets your neck be, moving on to your chest again. He kisses and bites every inch of flesh he can reach, relentlessly pounding your pussy. Your bodies are slick from your water fight and newly formed sweat, making it difficult to keep a good grip on each other. Nonetheless you carry on, moaning and swearing and saying vulgar things as you go. 

"You dirty little slut, begging me to fuck you in your goddamn kitchen. I bet you'd like it if I fucked you all over this house, wouldn't you?" He grunts through his thrusts, biting your nipple between his teeth as he awaits your answer.

"Fuck, yes. I can't get enough of you, baby." You moan to him, your insides burning as that knot continues to grow.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me, so tight around my dick." His words encourage you to flex your walls around him, and his pace falters. "Jesus, sweetheart. You're gonna be the death of me doin’ that." His large brown eyes bore into yours, waiting for you to clench him again. You do as he silently asks, and his breath catches in his throat. "Fuck. I'm gettin’ close, princess." He pounds into you even faster, one hand leaving your hip to rub your clit in desperate circles. Your body feels like it's fizzing, just waiting to burst.

"Yes, Eddie! Just like that…feels so good! Make me cum, baby…wanna cum all over your cock." You're practically screaming, begging him to send you over the edge. Waves of ecstasy wash over you, signaling your quickly approaching orgasm. Your heart is racing, your breath coming out fast and shallow. Eddie's just as fucked out as you are, barely hanging on as he's about to lose control.

His stomach tenses, signaling his end. "Shit, I'm cumming." He chokes out, cock pulsating as he empties into you. You feel his release coat your walls, but Eddie keeps going to drag you down with him. "C'mon, angel. Make a mess all over me." He pleads, overstimulated as he continues to thrust for your sake. You're so damn close, but you're not sure he can keep fucking you for much longer before his dick goes limp.

"I'm really close, love. Please, just一 keep going." You pant, digging your nails deeper into his back. He tries to keep himself hard enough to get you off, but it's not working. He pulls out, and you whine at the loss. But he drops to his knees and frantically licks and sucks on your dripping cunt. "Oh, fuck! Don't stop, Eddie!" It's almost frustrating how close to the proverbial edge you are, though seemingly unable to fall off of it. Tears prick your eyes, and you hold Eddie's head firmly between your legs as he continues to work you over. He sticks his tongue inside you, your hips bucking off the counter. His tongue leaves your aching hole, quickly replaced with two fingers pumping into you rapidly. He licks your clit as he hammers your pussy, pulling out all the stops to make you come undone.

"You can do it, angel. C’mon, cum for me." He coos, sucking your clit harshly between his lips. His words and final action are what finally snap the knot, knocking the wind from your lungs. You try to call his name, or scream, but no sound comes out. Your legs shake uncontrollably, and your hips buck against Eddie's face. Juices spill from you, and he drinks them all up. Your high eventually subsides, letting him free from your grip. You slump against the cupboard behind you, breath shuddering as shockwaves continue to radiate from your soaked cunt. He stands, stroking your sides carefully as he looks you over. "You were such a good girl for me, Y/N. I bet you're real hungry now." He chuckles, smiling wide as your eyes open to look at him. "You good?" He asks, concern blooming on his face.

"Mmhmm." You answer, gulping in air. "I'm fine, Eds. I was getting a little frustrated at the end there, took too long to cum."  You explain breathlessly. He tuts, giving you a chaste kiss.

"My poor angel, I'm sorry. Will a beer and some pizza rolls make it better?" He holds your hands, kissing your palms to calm your pounding heart.

"Yes, that sounds amazing right now. I'm starving." You say as your stomach rumbles. He backs away from you, searching nearby drawers to locate an oven mitt. He slips on the one he finds, bending down to pull the rolls from the oven.

"If I had to describe you in one word, Y/N, it truly would be insatiable." He observes as he puts the baking sheet atop the stove. You giggle, amused that he repeatedly uses the word towards you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't absolutely adore it, and Eddie clearly means it in the best way possible, as he's the one directly benefiting from this trait.

"And you wouldn't want it any other way, baby." You hop off the counter, opening the fridge to retrieve two beers. Eddie pops them open, and the two of you stand at the stove, proceeding to devour the entire pan of pizza rolls in the nude.

To be continued...

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[robynlilyblack]

I’ll make it up to you

wife! Luna Lovegood x fem! mute! reader

Summary: Y/n prepares a beautiful dinner for hers and Lunas second anniversary, but sadly, it doesn't goes to plan when Luna is a no show

Warnings: established relationship, muggle! reader, kissing, mentions of food, eating and sex, light angst, hurt/comfort, featuring wife luna and dora the mischievous niffle x

A/n: 1.5k words, their niffler is named after pandora, first time writing for luna x thank you for the request, enjoy xx

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It had been a long day but taking the early morning shift to get off a couple hours earlier would be worth it. Dropping your keys in the dish you shrug off your coat, brushing off the little droplets of snow that have already begun to thaw

After hanging it up you take a seat, promptly taking off your boots before skipping up the short half flight of stairs to your bedroom. Reaching the top you can’t help but smile at the arched ceiling above your bed. Not only did you find your wife’s painting beautiful but your pet niffler, Dora, was napping on one of the beams with what looks like your neighbors silverware in her hand

Walking up to your wardrobe, you decide she can keep the ware for now, today was your anniversary, no need for a grumpy niffler on yours and Luna's special day. Opening the doors you crouch down, grabbing the box from the back which held the outfit you had bought just for the occasion

After changing you feel a small nudge into your ankle as you quickly fix your hair. Looking down you see Dora has woken up. You hold out your hands, curling your fingers to encourage her and she jumps into your grasp. She scrambles around to your shoulders and you gladly accept your new companion as you head back down and into the kitchen, getting started on dinner

You were going to make Luna the best meal, muggle style, which in your opinion tasted better than magic made meals but maybe that's because you were a little biased towards all things muggle being one yourself. If you had told yourself five years ago you’d be married to the most wonderfully weird witch and had many a magic pet you’d think yourself mad, but you wouldn’t replace it for anything

Silent giggles escape as Dora jumps off your shoulder and decides fruit as no place in their designated bowl and would make a much better napping spot instead. She watches you prepare dinner, placing it on the stove to simmer, hanging a few decorations about, including a bunch of flowers that were made up of Lunas favourite wizardry ones and your favourite muggle ones

Everything was ready, perfect, the clock just struck 7 and she should be home any minute…7.10…any minute now…7:30…any minute?

When the clock strikes eight you feel your heart breaking, Dora must feel it too as she floats up in front of you and offers you a hair pin that you swear is one of Lunas friends Ginnys

You give Dora a smile, accepting the gift, and sign to tell her thank you. She then cuddles onto your lap while you decide to eat your meal, not wishing to waste it, and after not eating since lunch in prep you were starving. 

When nine rolls around you place your wife’s food into some tupperware before getting changed into some pajamas, finally letting the tears fall as you climb into bed. Dora letting you cuddle her briefly before you nod off and she goes about her own business

Luna quickly made her way into the cottage, gifts in hand, she had gone to pick out some after work but got a tad distracted. Safe to say in a few weeks Dora would have a little brother to teach all her mischievous tricks too

“Bug?” she calls out softly, a smile matching her sweet tone but it starts to a pout when there’s no sight of you nor sound of feet shuffling, you always met her at the door

Walking into the living room she sees a dim light from the balcony of the bedroom, she wonders if you’re listening to muggle music again, or maybe Dora has decided she needs light whilst spreading out all her loot from the day

It’s only when she enters the kitchen and flicks on the light with her wand her heart aches. The lonely tub of food on the table, fork placed neatly on top with hers and your favourite flowers looming solemnly behind

Her eyes flick to the grandfather clock “Oh” she sighs out “I’m so late” she notes sadly, gently laying the gifts down on the table as she reads the little note

Hi x thought you might be hungry, if it’s gone cold place it in the oven at 160 for 30 mins, love your bug x Oh and make sure to put it in a proper bowl first because this tub will melt…can’t lose another good tub!

She giggles at the last part but her heart hurts that she missed the dinner you clearly spend a while preparing

“You’re still dreadful at hide and seek” she looks over to the cupboard, to which a little head pokes out “Where is she?” Luna asks, even if she has an incline

Dora jumps out from the cupboard to the floor, walking out of the kitchen and to the living room before stopping and pointing up at the soft glow emitting from the bedroom

“Thanks” she says, pecking Dora on the head before heading up to the bedroom, leaving Dora to run back and steal the fork above the tupperware before following

As Luna reaches the top and her eyes fall on the lump in the bed she feels relieved. Approaching the bed she makes her way around to your side, however as she draws closer she notices the shine on your cheeks

Kneeling down her heart breaks, she never meant to hurt you, nor ruin your second anniversary together. She runs the back of her fingers over your cheek tenderly, being sure not to wake you, before pressing a kiss to your glistening cheek and standing up

Luna quickly gets changed, getting into the blue slip she had bought especially and climbs into the bed behind you. Her hands slither around your sides, bringing herself as close as possible as she nudges her nose into your hair

“I love you bug” she whispers and she kisses your temple “I’ll make it up to you”

You woke slowly, eyes fluttering as you became aware of your surroundings, the bed, the light, Dora’s light snores from above, but especially the arm and leg draped around you. 

Opening your eyes you look down to see Luna cuddling you, head on your chest, arm and leg holding you securely in place, her long blonde hair beautiful scattered across her shoulder and face

Your hand comes up to move a strand, then moves down to flick over her soft rosy cheek. You felt at peace knowing she’s safe, that’s she’s home where she belongs, even if your heart still stings from last night. But you know her, she would never hurt you on purpose, she’d have a good reason and you’d hear it

You slowly shift under her grip, eventually moving your pillow around which she whines into as she cuddles it. Stepping into your slippers you quietly make your way downstairs and into the kitchen. When you get there you pout at the uneaten food but then your eyes widen

Two perfectly wrapped gifts in the prettiest paper. Your heart warms, dots connecting as you run your fingers over it. You don’t open them, Luna would want to see your reaction as you would hers, so you busy yourself with breakfast

Around 30 minutes later you’re about to flip the last pancake when you distantly hear the patter of footsteps behind you. Just after you flip it and are about to turn around you feel Luna hugging you from behind

“Hi” she leans up and kisses your shoulder before hooking her head over it

You take one of her hands in yours squeezing it to say hi back before placing the pancake on the pile with the rest and taking the pan off the heat

Luna turns off the hob for you, which you press your fingers to your chin briefly as you turn around to say thank you

“I’m sorry I was late” she apologises “I found something at work and it gave me the perfect gift idea and then I may have ran into Hagrid who had a spare egg…and I couldn't resist” she gets bashful near the end, both of you knowing how many pets you both have in the garden and nearby woodland due to the general half giant 

You just smile at her, about to start signing when she steps back, revealing the slip and your mouth drops open

Luna tilts her head before she notices, blush grazing her cheeks “You like it?” she steps back, turning her hips to show the sway and your eyes widen, smile forming

Your soon eyes snap back up after losing yourself, becoming flustered as you nod shyly, gesturing a soft and sweet ‘You look beautiful’ with eyes filled with love

She lights up “Thank you bug” she steps forward “Can you forgive me?” 

You nod again, signing ‘always’ before pulling her in for a hug which she accepts right away

“I’ll make it up to you” she murmurs into your neck, placing a kiss there, her words like a promise that you know she’ll keep

Thank you for reading ♡

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[mattsdae]

help wanted part 4

read part 1, part 2, and part 3

tags: joe young x masc reader , leather/latex , frotting , making out , nipple play (?) , reader likes joe’s tits but can we really blame him , gambling ig , honestly not a lot happens , mostly fluff and plot shit

synopsis: joe looks good in his new costume, but reader feels like he’s being… watched.

word count: ~5.4k

a/n: sorry for the long wait! hopefully this is at least a little worth the 3 weeks with zero updates lol also i’m using readers forgetfulness to my advantage cuz idk any of the side characters names so i just wrote that reader doesn’t know anyones names.

joe was asleep by the time the lion king ended. turns out, crying your eyes out for the entire morning was tiring, so he took a little nap. the only issue was that he fell asleep on your shoulder. he was worried about you, so he got nice and close, cuddling up and falling asleep.

you had to sit through his nap, which sucked since the remote was out of reach and you couldn’t put another movie on. you sat still, listening to his little snores as he clung onto your arm. you let boredom (and comfort) take over, falling asleep with him on the couch.

you woke up a few hours later, curled up with a blanket over you. at first, you didn’t question it, rolling over and pulling the sheet up to your chin. it took a second, but you suddenly remembered joe. you popped up, looking over the living and dining room. you looked at the coffee table, finding a handwritten note.

Y/N,

you fell asleep, so i decided to go. i rewinded the tape for you! i had a lot of fun. we should do this more often!

:)

joseph young

you didn’t realize, but you smiled as you read the note. he had nice handwriting, simple but neat cursive that was still easily legible. he put a proper signature at the bottom as if it were a legal document, which only made you smile more. it was endearing to say the least. you kept the note, putting it in your bedside table drawer.

as you tidied up the tapes, you started to make up excuses in your head for what happened. it wasn’t like it was a date or anything. all you did was watch movies, it wasn’t a big deal. even though it ended with his head on your shoulder, so what? you could excuse all of it. you decided to ignore the dry humping and the fact that you came to the thought of loving him.

later that day, you got a call from dave talking about another orgazmo film you were going to do lighting for. you agreed a little too quick before catching the date and time. now, it was that date and time. you were talking to one of the prop designers, leaned up against the wall outside as you smoked a cigarette.

“honestly, i don’t get it, but maxxx asked for it so here i am.” he took a drag from his own cigarette. like most people on set, you didn’t know his name. people come and go pretty often, so you learned to tune out any names. it’s gotten to the point now that you can’t remember who anyone is, even if they’ve stayed around for months. usually, it gets to the point where it’s too awkward to ask.

“so is it supposed to be sexy? the whole orgasm-inator thing or whatever it’s called?” he shrugged with a smile.

“maxxx is into some weird shit, dude. i wouldn’t put it past him.” you nodded, smiling as you remembered multiple examples of his weird fetishes.

“y/n! need you in here!” dave called out. you answered before putting your cigarette out and going inside.

“what do you need-“

you cut yourself off, staring at joe as he spoke to the costume designer. he was wearing a new outfit, one made of latex or possibly leather. either way, it was tight fitting and shiny, hugging every inch of him perfectly. his shoulders and arms were exposed, which weirdly turned you on more than anything. you’d seen his dick, yeah, but never his bare arms.

he was muscular, much stronger than his loose button ups and long sleeves showed. his chest hair poked over the material, bringing attention to his expose collarbones. you felt insane, getting worked up over something like arms and collarbones. like an early englishman calling women harlot’s for exposing their ankle.

“you good?” you blinked, brought back to reality as dave snapped his fingers in front of you. your face heated, quickly adjusting yourself for no particular reason. “i just need you to set another umbrella by the couch.”

you nod, quickly getting to work to avoid any more suspicious. just as you tightened the knob, locking the angle in place, joe walked up.

“hey!” he grinned. you smile subconsciously.

“hey..” you hummed. you blushed, realizing you deepened your voice like a middle schooler trying to impress his crush. he giggled.

“why does your voice sound like that?” his eyes twinkled, a large grin on his face as he asked. you almost smiled just looking at him, but you stopped yourself.

“uhh, i’m a little sick.” you committed, keeping your voice weirdly raspy and deep. you felt your face warm up as you heard someone nearby huff out a small laugh.

“oh, really? are you okay?” his eyes widened, concerned. you shook your head, turning away to mess with the already set up light.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you turned away, squatting down in attempt to end the conversation. he put his hand on your shoulder.

“are you sure? you need to get some rest if you don’t feel well.” you shook your head, avoiding looking at him in case you spaced out again.

“i’m fine, joe. i promise.” your voice faultered. finally, you looked up at him. he always had a pout, a small downturn of his lips that only got more exaggerated with strong emotions like worry. you kept eye contact, refusing to look anywhere else.

“okay..” he leaned back. you went back to your job of acting busy, only for him to stay put. “did you see my new costume? it’s a little weird, right?”

“yeah, i saw it.” of coarse you saw it, it was the first thing you witnessed when you opened the door and yeah, it was weird. that’s why you were so freaked out about being turned on by it. “it looks good.”

“really? it’s a little.. tight.” you didn’t look, but you heard his hand run over the costume, likely trying to point out where it was tight. you refused to look, knowing what would happen if you did.

“i think it looks fine, man.” you keep your gaze away. he says a small hmph before walking away. you kept doing your work, finishing whatever dave asked you to do. eventually, you had a break and went outside for another smoke.

you heard the backdoor open slowly and shut just the same. you knew who it was, you didn’t even have to look. you felt joe walk closer, stopping a few feet away. you glance, catching a look at his costume in broad daylight. it looked just as hot as it did inside.

“are you okay?” joe asked. you nod.

“yeah. why?”

“you just.. you’re acting weird. ever since we kissed, you’ve been avoiding me and you didn’t even look at me when i was talking to you earlier..” you kept your head down, unable to say what was so clearly on your mind. “are you mad at me?”

“no! of coarse not! i just.. i dunno. i’m just not my normal self right now, you know?” he nods. he crossed his arms, subconsciously covering himself. “i think the costume looks great. sorry for not saying it earlier.”

“you think so?” he lit up, now smiling.

“yeah. you look really nice. can i say something? and promise you won’t laugh.” he agreed. “i wasn’t looking at you ‘cause i was worried i’d get hard.” you heard shuffling above you, but you decided to ignore it.

“really?” he beamed, clearly excited by the fact that you found him sexy. you nod. “i didn’t know people were into this stuff.. so you like this?”

the truth was, it wasn’t the outfit that turned you on; it was his body. the way it hugged every little curve perfectly and showed off parts of his body you never thought to notice. it showed how strong and sturdy his body is, contrasting his sweet gaze. it was whiplash, switching between eye contact to checking his body, going from an innocent little mormon boy to a strong man.

“yeah, i guess i do.” that was an easier answer. he nods, looking away. you flick your cigarette, glancing over his body again. “can i touch you?”

“hm?” you didn’t even mean for the question to come out, but with it now floating in the air, you committed.

“can i touch you? i think you look really nice and i.. i want to feel it.” you chewed on your lip as you waited for an answer. you glanced up above you, noticing the suspicious open window directly above the two of you. he looked around before taking your hand and leading you inside. as you two walked through the door, everyone looked before quickly averting their gaze. you blushed, narrowing your eyes as the entire crew acted busy while joe dragged you up the stairs and into a makeshift dressing room, which was just a bedroom with only a futon and different clothes hung up.

“where do you want to touch?” he asked, shutting the door behind you and locking. you glanced down his body, struggling to choose. deciding against answering, you instead responded by kissing him, pulling him close by the back of his neck and leading him to the futon.

as joe sat, you straddled him, legs planting on either side and holding him still. his hands moved to your waist, holding you as well. while his thumb rubbed circles onto your hip, you explored. your palms, sweaty from anxiety, squeaked over the material. he hummed.

“you look so good, baby..” he huffed as you felt over his chest, brushing over his nipples. “just can’t get enough of you, can i?”

he nods in agreement, unaware of the subtext. a subtle confession. you circle your hips, slowly grinding against him as he did before. he whined, fingers digging into your sides. you pull back from the kiss, glancing over him. his face was pink, rosy cheeks matching his flushed chest. his forearms tensed as he moved your hips himself, frustrated by your recess.

“you’re just too much.” another quick confession that could be covered up. you tried to stay professional, avoiding any hint of your true feelings, but you weren’t sure joe would notice if you were being obvious.

one of your hands wandered to his face, holding his jaw and cheek before returning to the kiss. it felt just as intimate and experimental as the first time. joe gripped your hips, still pushing and pulling. your brushed his nipple again, making him whimper. you pull away, looking at him.

“can i touch you here? is it okay?” you gave a little pinch to make the message a little clearer. he whines, nodding. you closed the gap, hand moving away from his jaw and to the straps of his costume. you slowly undressed him, studying how every touch felt. his arm lifted, letting you take it off. his skin was smooth, gentle and soft in contrast with the muscles underneath.

you removed the other strap, moving it low enough to expose his chest. you nearly drooled at the sight. the shock made you realize how little you’ve seen of him. even though you’ve seen his most private area, you still didn’t get the privilege to see the rest of him. his shoulders tensed, shy under your gaze.

“you look so pretty,” you hum. he nods, reassured. considering you were ‘straight’ only a month ago, you were shocked by how infatuated you were. his chest flushed, rising and falling slowly as he looked over you at the same time. his hands moved under your shirt, exploring your skin. you buried your face in his neck, moaning into his flesh as he massaged. you kissed, licking over the muscle and causing him to squirm.

“off..” he mumbled, pulling at your shirt. you pull back and he lets go of the material. you chuckle, leading his hands back to the hem.

“if you want it off, you gotta take it off.” he makes eye contact, expression nervous and seeking approval. you nod. he lifts the shirt over your head and looks at your abdomen. he stares.

“you’re skinny.” you start to laugh, which makes him shy. “no, i didn’t- you’re shirt..”

“it’s fine, baby.” he’d never seen you with a shirt or pants that actually fit, usually 2 or 3 sizes too big. he was confused by it, you could tell by the fact that he offered to give you extra shirts he had that would fit better when you first met him. his hands found their way to your waist. he squeezed, making you squirm and giggle.

“you’re ticklish?” he grinned. you shook your head, straightening your expression and pushing his hands off.

“nah, man. i’m not-“ he grabbed at your sides again. you whined, trying to wiggle away as one of his arms wrapped around your hip and held you still. you pushed against his chest as he smiled up at you. he let go after a few seconds.

“you’re such a liar!” he giggled as you complained. you felt a twinge in your chest, guilt burning for just a moment before he kissed you again, cutting off your rambling. a small smile formed, melting into his touch as he started to unbutton your jeans. your hands hovered over his, waiting for him to go for your sides again, but he was far too focused on what was in your pants.

you reached for his chest again, making him whine as he touched your cock over your boxers. he was gentle, almost scared to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. you grind into his hand with a moan, confirmation to keep going. you stayed attached to his chest, circling his areola. he shivered, bringing a smile to your face.

“you sensitive there?” you teased. he nodded, head kept low as he moaned. he touched you the same way you did him, trying to mimick each move in the same order. his thumb rubbed just under the tip, you moaning in response. “come on, baby. touch me. please?”

he obeys, sliding your boxers low enough to expose you to him. he stared for a few seconds, watching as you twitched in his palm. you whined, pinching his nipple to make him move. he moaned, his cock now twitching from within his suit.

“why don’t you touch yourself, too?” you suggested. he glanced up as you took a hold of his hand, tracing over each indent on his palm. “you got big hands, i’m sure you can hold both at the same time.”

he nods, also pulling his pants just low enough to expose himself. you bit your lip at the sight, watching him pull your hips closer. he hooked his thumb onto his cock before taking a hold of yours, pressing them together. you moan as he moves his hand slowly. he nodded, taking your moan as verbal encouragement and quickly jerking both of you off.

your hips bucked, thrusting into his fist every so often as you fondled his chest. you buried your face in his neck, licking the skin before attaching your lips. he moaned, his free hand grabbing onto your bicep. you pinched again.

“there.. just like that.” you moan into his mouth, mumbling praises as he sped up, desperation taking over sensuality. you whined as he moved away from your lips, pressing his face into your shoulder. he moaned rythmically, just as you did. you lifted his chin, pushing his head back before dipping down.

he gasped when you licked over his nipple, teeth grazing over it as he grabbed onto your hair. he twitched, the jump made evident by your touching cocks. you moaned as well, the brief friction taking you by suprise. you suckled on his breast, just like you did to girls. he whined as you did so, unable to decide between watching and throwing his head back in pleasure.

“i’m.. i think i’m close-“ joe whined, gripping harder as he did the same to your cocks, desperately moving up and down. you moan at the admission.

“you think you can wait for me?” he nearly wailed, making you smile against his chest.

“pleaseee..”

“kiss me. i’ll cum faster if you kiss me.” he quickly grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up and pressing his lips to yours. you melted, openly moaning into his mouth as you throbbed within his grip. he kept pulling, remembering how much you loved it before. he took advantage of it, yanking at your locks passionately.

before you knew it, you were cumming all over your own bare chest and his latex costume. he moaned as you did, rushing to catch up and cum at the same time. he succeeded, pulling your hair one last time as his hips stuttered against his own fist. it was overwhelming. his hand in your hair, fist squeezing your cocks together as it moved, his lips against yours. it was all too much.

you whined, softening in his grip as he slowly lets go. he whimpered, too. your cocks lazily pressed together, just barely overstimulating both of you. you finally pull away, ending the kiss. he looked up at you, pupils blown and eyes wide.

“what?” you ask, wondering why he looked at you that way. his expression didn’t change as his eyes flicked between each of your features.

“i know you’re a boy but..” he trails off. his hand reached up to your face, his thumb running over each of his favorite features. he parted your lips, noting their reddish hue after kissing, before caressing your cheeks while looking into your eyes. it was intimate, letting someone caress your face while pointing out their favorite features with each touch. you flushed under his gaze. “you’re pretty.”

“you think so?” you didn’t mean to ask the question, it slipping out before you could catch it. you voice was soft, barely above a whisper. he nods. you felt hot, heat suddenly overwhelming you as he looked away from your eyes and studied your features ahain. there’s a moment where both of you watch eachother, you being too scared to even think about what he meant. eventually, you pulled apart and cleaned up.

filming felt awkward now. for some reason, it felt like everyone was watching you. filming ended and while joe usually left soon after wrapping, he stayed behind, waiting for you to leave. at first, you didn’t understand why he’d stay, but he quickly made it clear as he made conversation.

“i’m hungry. do you want to get something after you’re done? my treat!” he smiled at you. you agree absentmindedly. “can we get mcdonalds? i heard the big mac’s good!”

“you heard?” you chuckle as he confirms. “so you’ve never been to mcdonalds?”

“no. my mom always cooked for us ‘cause that’s what a woman is supposed to do.” you grimace.

“you know, women can do other things, right?”

“yeah, but that’s what my mom and dad always said.” you decide to leave it there, too tired to explain feminism to him. you were frustrated anyway, considering you were left alone to clean up all by yourself. you assumed most of the actors left, but the film crew should be helping disassemble everything. you knew the lazy assholes maxxx hired as help usually fucked off and waited for you to finish, but at least dave would help. even he was nowhere to be seen.

joe stayed behind as you did a final sweep to make sure everything was reset. you found one of the doors shut and a distant rumble of voices behind it, a suspicious sight considering you assumed everyone was gone. you opened, slowly poking your head in and finding the entire crew, actors included, standing around yelling at eachother.

“no, dude! did you see the way they were looking at eachother? they’re totally fucking!” a voice called back, continuing a conversation you missed the first half of.

“man’s looks in love! they’re totally dating!” a girl spoke up.

“why not both? you’re acting like it’s one or the other!” you stepped in, shutting the door behind you as you entered.

“i swear! they were flirting outside and y/n was complimenting him!” you furrowed your brow, just barely recognizing your name in the sea of words.

“i just don’t see him as the type.. i mean he doesn’t even look gay. also, didn’t he fuck ava?”

“he probably likes both, dude. dave likes guys and girls, too.”

“he’ll fuck anything as long as it has a pulse. either way, joe’s the queer one of the two.” joe? why were they talking about him? you glared at the man who said it, who quickly realized you were listening in and stopped talking.

“what’s going on?” you asked slowly, watching as a few people held their hands behing their back. you stepped forward, looking at the producer, who turned with you to avoid showing his backside. “what are you holding?”

“uhhh…” you grabbed for his wrist, making a 100 dollar bill fall to the ground. you paused, staring at the cash as some people snuck out of the room. “why are you holding that?”

“y/n, it’s fine.” dave spoke up, directing your attention towards him. he was sat at a fold up table, a shoebox next to him along with a clipboard with multiple columns and rows. “it’s just a friendly little bet. gotta keep morale up, right?”

“what’s the bet?” at this point, the room was almost fully empty as everyone escaped. you and dave stared at eachother, him smiling innocently. he looked away for a second, fiddling with the corner of the paper.

“i just want to preface by saying, i didn’t tell anyone anything.” you furrowed your brow, only getting more confused. he slid over the clipboard. on the paper, you four columns, each labeled.

not gay | fucking | dating | both.

the worst part was, fucking was the most betted. you stared, mouth agape. “everyone saw you eyeing up joe the last couple of times you worked together, so when people started talking, i told them to put their money where their mouth is. most people thought you just had a fat crush on joe, but lily said she saw you guys flirting outside, which kinda skewed the vote.. everyone wanted to change their votes, but rules are rules. they know they can’t-“

“you’re fucking with me, right?” he paused before shaking his head. “how long has this been going on?!”

“yeah, well, people noticed how you changed your shirt in the middle of filming and how you stared at him. not to mention the fact that he’s waiting for you to finish putting everything away so you could go out. there’s actually a lot of proof. he keeps dragging you off into his dressing room, you spaced out when you first saw him in that costume..”

you stared in disbelief, unable to even find an excuse. everyone was watching. everyone knew you liked him and everyone assumed he liked you. you felt sick. the idea of the entire crew and a legion of pornstars betting on yours and joe’s queerness made you ill.

“obviously, i’m the bookie because it’d be cheating for me to vote since.. you know.” you cringed. “but it’s all for fun! i promise there isn’t any malicious intent.”

“you’re making a bet off of me and joe being gay, that sounds pretty malicious.” dave shrugged.

“it’s not out of ill-will. it’s just a fun bet-“

“about me and joe being gay?”

“yes!” you scoff, grabbing onto your hair and groaning.

“you have to call it off, dude. if joe finds out-“

“he’s not gonna find out-“

“if joe finds out,” you emphasize. “he’s gonna freak out.”

“how do you know? he seems pretty into you. he probably thinks you guys are already dating.” you rolled your eyes at the assumption.

“joe just got ex-communicated. if he finds out that what we’re doing is gay..” dave laughed, a large grin spreading as he held onto his chest.

“what? he really believes that bullshit you spew about just being friends?!” you glared, ready to argue back before he interrupted. “i know you think you know joe well, but be honest with yourself. you barely know the dude outside of sex, how would you know how he feels about being gay. did he ever mention the idea of being gay as a bad thing?”

you stayed quiet, realizing that no, he hadn’t said being gay is a bad thing. even when he questioned it, he never said it was wrong. he called it a sin once, but he easily could have meant masturbation. you looked away.

“maybe try talking to him. you know, not about how hot he looks in latex.” you flushed. “ava said you two were gonna go out to get something to eat, so you got the perfect opportunity. bring him to mcdonalds, get him some shitty nuggets and a big mac, large fry too, and ask him about himself. spend some time together. actually do something that doesn’t involve sex.”

you glared, genuinely angry at dave for assuming what you knew about joe. you hands trembled a bit before you huffed and walked off. you stormed down the stairs and found joe, sat cross-legged on the ground, poking around at some of the cameras. he jumped back when he saw you, quickly putting it back into place.

“oh, hey! did you see everyone? i thought they all left and they came down the steps, but they were acting all weird. did you talk to th-“

“let’s go.” you grabbed his hand, practically dragging him towards your car. “what do you want from mcdonalds? you said a big mac, right?”

“oh, uhhh.. i heard the nuggets are good-“

“whatever you want. you can get nuggets, a burger, a fuckin’ mcrib, i don’t care. it’s on me.” joe nods, following quickly as you opened the car door for him. he thanks you and you quickly get in on the other side, rushing to the nearest mcdonalds.

there was a few minutes of silence, you too angry to start speaking and him feeling the rage radiating off of you. you tried to think of an ice breaker. it was awkward, realizing that dave was right. you didn’t know anything about joe. you knew what he looked like and where he liked to be touched, but nothing personal. you cleared your throat.

“so.. tell me about yourself.”

he did. he talked about his childhood, being a middle child with 5 siblings. he talked about his mom, how she loved cooking and he always wanted to help, but she’d shoo him off and say it was a womans job. he talked about being mormon, what growing up was like within the mormon faith, he even mentioned a girl he was supposed to marry before they broke up. he also talked about what he liked and what he wanted to do. turns out, he always thought video games were cool, which started a conversation about your playstation and the games you had.

you got several things from mcdonalds, creating a buffet for the two of you when you got back to your place. you showed him the games you talked about and taught him how to play tony hawk’s pro skater 2. he loved it and you did too. both of you fell asleep on the couch, him laying on your chest while you played, mumbling to him about techniques, even though he was clearly unconscious. the next day, you hung out some more. you made breakfast together, went out to the mall together, got lunch together. it was amazing and by the end of the day, joe stood awkwardly outside your car door, fingers twiddling.

“so.. i’ll see you again, right?” you nod. he looks down. you took what dave said to heart, refusing to have sex with him during your time spent. you were sure that’s what he was thinking about. he had fun, but the one thing you two were comfortable doing was excluded.

“if you want to come by, just let me know. i had fun.” joe nods. there’s a moment of silence, only the crickets chirping making noise. he circles your car, going to the driver side. you roll down the window. “what are you-“

he kissed you. a quick peck like a couple would do before parting. he pulled away, taking in your features for a split second before rushing to his car and leaving. you flushed. maybe he did like you.

[dumbkatsu]

omgg hi!! I saw your post about writing your own TGCF X readers- Would you mind if I were to request a Mu Qing X Reader istg this man only has X Feng Xin stuff and I'm on the brink of insanity T^T THANKS MAN

Hey anon! I understand your struggles for real

Mu Qing is so pale that he turns so red when he blushes that you might be afraid that he has a sunburn

Speaking of which. If you convince him to go to the beach he'll dip himself in sunscreen and stay under the umbrella the whole time.

Be careful though bcs Feng Xin might throw him in the sea when he is taking a nap

Contrary to Feng Xin I think mu Qing would be more of a ghost of tsushima and dark souls type of guy. Even shadow of the colossus.

He had his fnaf phase and he's not proud of it

This bitch has a full 12-step face routine. 

He feels very relaxed afterward though

We all know this dude is a first-class tsundere so be prepared.

Sarcasm is a constant in your relationship.

A lot of teasing comments to make you scoff and laugh with him.

He can be a prick at times but the intention is there.

After all, he expresses his feelings better with actions than with words.

When it's raining and you forgot to bring something to cover yourself with. Don't worry he'll be there with an umbrella at hand.

He would first nag you about being stupid and not being prepared when it was obvious it was going to rain -_-

But he then makes sure you are fully protected. Even if his shoulder does get wet.

If he is in a specially good mood. He'd treat you to some nice warm food or drinks.

On the outside you might think he finds you annoying as hell.

But deep down he loves you sosososo much you have no idea how much he loves your silliness.

A lot of comfortable silence moments for sure. He feels so at peace with your presence.

Also, I can totally see some library dates and museum dates.

Cuddling with Mu Qing would be incredibly relaxing. He would dim the lights and put some soft R&B to chill.

He would stroke your hair and listen to you talk about your day.

He has a bit of a tough time waking up, but he isn't a sleepyhead. He just needs some incentive.

And seeing you in the kitchen preparing coffee for both of you and feeding his cat Min couldn't be incentive enough.

If you want to try random things with him. You do need to convince him a little. He thinks some things are lame. But then he sees your excited face and he reckons that if it makes you happy then it's worth the try.

He can surprise you at times too! With a bit of help from his trusty f-friends (and surprisingly enough Hua cheng and Pei ming), He prepares a night out doing the things you love and going on sappy romantic dates.

(He won't admit it but he got emotional when you saw me before you. You saw him tear up at the end of the movie)

When it comes to kissing he can be a bit hesitant at first. But when he gets more confident his kisses are direct and passionate. They make you know how much he loves you and wants you.

He generally holds his liquor but when he gets drunk you've never seen him more clingy. It's crazy he won't let go of you and he only wants cuddles and lowly rambles on how you are so beautiful and how thankful he is to be with you.

As cold as he can be and as hard as it is to get him to open up to you and get him to talk about what bothers him to you, you have to keep trying because deep down this little boy just wants to be understood and to be listened to without judgment. So when you see him obviously upset at something, sit him down get him to relax and talk to you.

A/N: I'm baaaaaack. I'm so so sorry anon for the delay but I've recently entered a writer's block bcs I had no idea what to write. If you think this is too short don't hesitate to ask me for more! Don't worry other anons that sent requests, I will respond to you soon ;)

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[norel-ravenclaw]

You can choose the consort(even multiple, if you want) but when you have the time can you please do a court of darkness fic where MC is really sick but she’s like “I want cuddles” and the LI is like “No, you’re sick” but at some point they give in?

How Can I Say No to You?

Fandom: Court of Darkness (otome game)

Featured characters: Fenn Luxure, Toa Quelsum, Rio Voleri, Lynt Akedia, Lance Ira, Roy Invidia, Guy Avari

Genre: Fluffy Romance

Rating: sfw

Word count: 1000

Description: MC is sick and feeling lonely, eventually convincing her consort to cuddle with her. Fluffy feels~

WARNINGS: | none really | a couple pet names | mxw |

Thanks for the request! This was adorable and so sweet. Hope you like it!

Fenn Luxure

- When you got sick, he insisted you stay in his quarters where he and Violet would be available to take care of you.

- Will he listen to Letty’s scolding for passing off lecture duties to Roy? Of course not. Staying with you is much more important.

- He’ll prop you with the finest pillows and comb through your hair with his fingers, read to you, and make sure you take your medicine.

- You ask him to hold you when the chills start, and he wastes no time crawling under the covers with you, delighted that you would crave his comfort.

- He doesn’t care if he gets sick too, then you can stay in bed with him longer.

- When you finally sleep soundly, he’s so relieved. Now you can heal, and his heart can settle, knowing you’re going to be alright.

Toa Quelsum

- Of course you weren’t about to bother Toa with something as silly as a cold, but when he hears from Knight that you collapsed after lectures, he drops everything to bring you to your bed.

- He wastes no time in diagnosing your illness and preparing the medicines himself.

- Knight is given detailed instructions on when to administer your treatments when the prince is unavailable, but Toa is there with you every other second he can spare.

- You wake at several points to see him surrounded by paperwork sitting at the foot of your bed.

- When you beg him to cuddle with you, practicality makes him hesitate, but your tearful eyes quickly make him abandon reason.

- His sweetheart needs him, so he holds you close for the rest of the night.

Rio Voleri

- Your big boyfriend is a big ol softie when you’re sick.

- He fusses and brings you more soup than you can eat.

- Blankets? You’ve got six. Bread to stave off nausea? White or wheat?

- Cuddles? Well, the headache and sniffles don’t seem appealing at all. But such thoughts are quickly abandoned.

- Is there anything better than a big warm hug from a big warm-hearted man with the healing soul of a golden retriever?

- He feels no regret when he catches the sniffles too. Seeing your smile as he held you in his arms, feeling better at last, was well worth it.

Lance Ira

- Your grumpy boyfriend is peeved that you got sick.

- Who’s going to take naps with him and Gruscha?

- But finding out you’re ill from Hawke? He’s in an even worse mood.

- He’s an awful bedside nurse until he sees the beads of sweat on your face, and how pale you are.

- Lance sits on your bed and you get a glimpse of his handkerchief - embroidered with your initial.

- He remembers when you gave it to him, out in the forest. And tonight, he’ll return your kindness and doting in full.

- When you ask him to cuddle you, his immediate reaction is to reject. But of course, he can’t resist your pouting eyes any more than he can Grushca’s.

- The sigh he lets out is impressive before he settles on top of the covers and puts an arm around your shoulders.

- He doesn’t stop rubbing your shoulder until you’re in a deep sleep, and unaware of the kiss he places on your hair.

Lynt Akedia

- Cuddles? Cuddles.

- He doesn’t care if he gets sick. All that matters is holding you close until you feel better.

- He’ll have Tino bring the best blankets and pillows, until you’re in a nest of comfort to heal.

- Of course he’ll stay with you, not letting anything get in the way of taking care of you.

- Although, Tino might have to be in charge of making sure you get your medicine as he keeps falling asleep with you throughout the day.

- But he is the best at making sure you have proper rest. He won’t let you out of his arms until you’re completely better.

Guy Avari

- You don’t get frightened easily anymore, after being the lover of an Avarian prince. But this flu has you weak, and the fever has taken so long to break…

- The moment he sees the gleam of fear in your eyes, his annoyance evaporates.

- Jasper gets the order to cancel everything he can. Medicine is gathered. The fluffiest blanket taken down from the wardrobe.

- He sits nearby, reading and complaining at you off and on. When you reach a trembling hand out to him, he graces you with his signature scowl.

- There’s too much to do to risk getting sick.

- …But he can’t stand seeing you so miserable, and the dragon curls up with you at last.

- He’ll protect you from anything, everything. His queen will be sequestered away in the dragon’s den until she is ready to stand with him again.

Roy Invidia

- Tea and flowers fill your room within days.

- Roy wastes no time in bringing you all the best herbal teas. He makes sure you drink plenty to keep hydrated and to stave off your illness as quickly as possible.

- He can’t help but fuss and dote on you. You are his precious flower, after all, and he can’t stand seeing you wilting like this.

- The perfect prince comes to you as often as he can, bringing you meals and medicine.

- Early evening when you start to take a turn for the worse, you beg him to stay. Of course he has so much to do, so much to lose from being absent.

- But he’s never able to deny you anything. So he agrees to spend the night with you, holding you close and comforting you when the fever spikes.

- He will always take care of you, be there for you. Nothing in the world can stop him from being there.

#norel writes #court of darkness #court of darkness voltage #fenn luxure #roy invidia #toa qelsum #lance ira #lynt akedia #rio voleri #guy avari

[imhereformarvelwomen]

Oo oo Wanda x little!reader going to the park an playin on the swings an seeing frogs and ducks in the lake!

Thank u @fluffyblanketgecko for my first request / prompt!

You woke up from your nap, well, It was supposed to be a movie day with Wanda since she was off work today. But the comfort of cuddling with her on the soft sofa was easily enough for you to drift off.

Wanda was in the kitchen making some lunch for you, little sandwich triangles, some fruits and biscuits. You looked around dazed, looking for her from the sofa. “Mommmyyyy??” Came your confused call.

Wanda walked in “I’m here baby, did you have a nice nap?” She stroked your hair out of your face. “Mhm” you nodded clutching your favourite stuffy to your body.

“So, would you like to keep watching movies, or we could go to the park? It’s a very nice day.” You took a minute to process and think about the question, wanda was patient as always. “Wanna go out.” Wanda picked you up from under your armpits and stood you up on the sofa. “Okay sweetheart, let’s just get your hair brushed, it’s gotten a bit tangly from your sleeping.” You grumbled but knew it wasn’t worth arguing over, the faster mommy did your hair the faster you could go to the park.

Wanda brushed your hair out making sure not to pull too hard, once she was finished she patted your back twice, signalling you to get down from the sofa. “You wait by the door while mommy gets your lunch packed up okay?” “Mkay” you said, waking to the door and putting your boots on, Wanda was very impressed when she got to the door with your packed lunch. “Wow! You got your shoes on all by yourself how clever.” you hummed “well cauz they don’t have no laces see” you held your boot up, almost falling over. “Oh yes yes I see” wanda chuckled putting her hands on your shoulders to stabilise you. “Now, Hold mommy’s hand and let’s get going”

You held Wandas hand all the way to the car. What an achievement for your explorative self, you normally wondered to investigate anything that caught your eye. But you was good today, and held onto your mommy. Wanda unlocked the car and picked you up, putting you in the passenger seat and doing up your seatbelt. She shut your door, walked round the car, and got in the drivers seat. “And we’re off!” She smiled at you.

You arrived at the park, well the car park of the park. Wanda got out and got the pack lunch basket out of the back of the car, before coming to you and getting you out. You saw the swing park out of the corner of your eye and started to walk over, paying no attention to moving cars. “Woahhhh” wanda quickly ran over and grabbed your arm. “You have got to hold mommy’s hand until I say okay?” You looked at the floor wiggling your feet around. Wanda lifted your head with her hand so you were looking eye to eye. “I wouldn’t want to be bringing auntie Nat a squished baby now would I? She would be very upset at me…” She said jokingly. You let out a little chuckle then thought for a moment. “Sorry mommy” you said honestly. “It’s okay honey, now let’s go play on those swings huh?” You quickly nodded multiple times making Wanda laugh. You walked into the park and turnt left into the swing park. Wanda pushed the gate open, you went straight for the swings, those were your favourite for sure. Wanda lifted you up and sat you on the swing, and started pushing you. “Higher mommy!” Wanda pushed harder, “higher mommy!” You repeated. “If I push you any higher your feet will touch the sun!” She chuckled.

When you had your fun Wanda slowed and you got off. “Do you want to go on the slide?” Wanda asked, pointing it out in an excited voice. “No wanna see ducks” you said, it was already planned next in your mind. “Oh okay, cmon then” she took your hand and pushed the gate open, leading you through and to the lake. “Wow lookie lookie” you pointed at the frog jumping in. Wanda sat herself down a bit further back with the basket. “What a pretty frog, uncle Pietro likes frogs you know?” You didn’t know that. “Take it home?” You Asked. “No sorry honey we can’t, he lives here with all the duck friends”

You hummed in agreement, you would make uncle pietro a frog drawing instead you thought.

Wanda got the packed lunch out, and set it out over the little blanket that was in the top of the basket. You were mesmerised by the ducks, and Wanda was mesmerised by you. She tapped you on the shoulder, you turned round and she handed you a little triangle sandwich. “Thank youuu” you said happily.

Wanda got a big sandwich out and started eating it, she shuffled next to you, closer to the lake, and wrapped her arm around you shoulder. “Love you mommy” you said gently almost making Wanda squeeze you from a cuteness overload. “Love you too sweetie”.

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