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greywritesthings · 3 days
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overwhelmed
Spencer Reid x Autistic!Reader
Warnings: description of overwhelm? sensory overload if there's any more let me know!
A/N: not sure what the inspo what behind this but here it is, i am working on another longer fic so this is a filler for the mean time, likes, reblogs and comments appreciated! Im autistic so i have a bunch of stuff I'd like to put in for a second (possible series?). For specific senarios ect ect please feel free to send them to my ask box!!
Requests are open for Spencer Reid! Disabled & multilingual characters encouraged
Part 2
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The buzz of the air con unit, the incessant hum if the fluorescent lights, the constant chatter of the co workers you were unfamiliar with all came together to create an almost physically painful environment. You adored working in the BAU but these days where it was lengthy paperwork done on painfully bright computers with the general hubbub of the office made you want to scream. It often ended with Hotch sending you home with paper files to do with spencer but he was off today and you were still intimidated by Rossi so couldn't ask him. Spencer would normally ask for the both of you but he was out with Hotch, they were doing a local death row interview together. You were exhausted and it wasn't even eleven am. You decided to stop by Penelope's office who had made it as sensory friendly as possible once she found out about your autism, something you had appreciated immensely, especially for days like today. “Hey pen? Can i stay in here for a bit?” You ask, walking into the dim room. “Sure thing sugar, you can stay in here for the rest of the day, Rossi told me to come get you for a thing anyway so come over here my fine furry friend.” she beacons you over to the seat next to her. 
You couldn't have gotten out of the office faster. Penelope had helped as much as possible but the sensory overload was too much from nine am and you haven't been able to do anything about it aside from chew on some ice every so often. 
The idea of taking the subway home made your skin crawl, but you hadn't brought your car to the office this morning, driving was also being far too overwhelming. You would have called Spencer but you had no idea when he would be home given death row inmates either got really chatty or liked to drag on the interview. You decide to just sit on the curb for a while allowing the cooler night air to calm you down enough so you can try and get on the metro without crying. 
You weren't sure how long you were sitting there, legs curled tightly against you, head resting against your knees and back pressed against the wall but you flinched when someone walked up and tapped you on the shoulder and scrambled to stand up. “How long have you been out here?” the stranger asks in the darkness. As your eyes adjust you realise its Hotch, meaning Spencer is probably here too. You just shake your head with a pleading look hoping he wouldn't ask you any more questions tonight. “Spencer is in the SUV, I've told him to take that home to save you both taking the metro tonight. Go home, tomorrow's paperwork will be dropped off at your house.He didn't let you get a word in edgewise so you just nod, thank him and wish him and Jack a goodnight, setting off towards the remaining SUV with the lights on. 
“Hi honey, you okay?” Spencer asks as you hop into the car, throwing off your blazer before settling in and pulling on your belt. “Bad day?” he asks again trying to gauge how your day went without getting you to talk. You just nod as you reach across to put a hand on his thigh to try and signal that you were okay, just exhausted in every sense of the word. You tap his thigh three times then five, three to say I love you then five to encourage him to talk about his day and not worry about rambling even if you didn’t respond. 
Once you get home you drop your things and make a beeline for the couch, flopping face down and screaming into the pillows. “Bath, shower or later sweetheart?” He knew you wouldn’t go to bed without showering but also knew you were too overwhelmed to do anything that required mental effort right now given the whine you let out into the cushions at his question. “I'm going to order some Thai, then do you want to get changed and we can watch a movie? He suggests. “Nada en inglés, por favor” is all you mumble back. He was used to your disdain of English, despite it being your first language. You knew bits and pieces of French, Spanish and German prior to meeting Spencer but since meeting him you had come to learn some Korean and Russian. “Okay dear, i'll go order, you get changed.” he says as he leaves the room going to the phone. You drag yourself off the sofa across the apartment to the bedroom. Grabbing Spencer's caltech sweatshirt and joggers from the bed that you had left there this morning and throwing your suit in the hamper to be washed tomorrow.
You spent the rest of the night curled up under the weighted throw Penelope had knitted you for Christmas on your first anniversary at the BAU and watching old Russian movies. Spencer played with your hair until you fell asleep contemplating how he was going to get you to bed without waking you up.
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lecsainz · 2 months
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˒ ⌕ CUTE MOMENTS
summary: some cute moments if you were dating one of the characters from the riordanverse.
an: my inspiration is running low 😭
( my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )
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˒ ⌕ CLARISSE LA RUE
Clarisse returned to her cabin after a day of training, only to find you cozily wrapped up in her oversized hoodie. The sight made her heart skip a beat. "Hey, that's my hoodie," she grinned, a playful glint in her eyes.
You looked up, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "I hope you don't mind. It's just so comfy."
Clarisse chuckled, walking over to you. "Nah, looks better on you anyway." She slid her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "Besides, it's not like I mind sharing with my girl."
You blushed at the affectionate words, leaning into her embrace. "You're the best, Clarisse."
"Damn right, I am," she teased, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. "But you make my hoodie look even better. Maybe I should let you borrow it more often."
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˒ ⌕ PERCY JACKSON
Percy returned to his cabin, tired after a day of training and quests. As he entered, he noticed a familiar figure curled up on his bed. It took a moment for him to register, and when he did, a surprised smile crept onto his face.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?" he whispered, not wanting to wake you.
You stirred, blinking sleepily at him. "Hey, Percy. I...uh, might have dozed off waiting for you."
He chuckled, finding your presence more delightful than any surprise. "You're adorable when you're asleep, you know that?"
You blushed, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. "Sorry for intruding. I'll go back to my cabin."
Percy shook his head, moving closer. "No way. You're staying right here." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back onto the bed. "This is the best surprise ever. I wouldn't want to come back to an empty cabin anyway."
You snuggled into his embrace, feeling completely at ease. "I might have left a surprise for you too."
Percy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What's that?"
With a sly smile, you pulled out a small bag of blue cookies. "Blue chocolate chip cookies. A little something I whipped up for you."
Percy's eyes lit up, and he grabbed one eagerly. "I love you, you know that?"
Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and Percy's laughter filled the room. He placed a gentle kiss on your blushing cheek.
"I love your cookies and you," he teased, his expression softening. "I mean it, Y/N."
Your heart fluttered at his words, and you replied with a shy smile, "I love you too, Percy."
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˒ ⌕ LEO VALDEZ
Leo couldn't help but grin as you fussed over a small scrape on his arm, your eyes filled with concern.
"Hey, Sunshine, what's with the worried face?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
You sighed, "Leo, you need to take better care of yourself. You're always getting hurt."
"Ah, it's just a little scratch. I'm practically fireproof, babe," he teased.
You rolled your eyes, but your concern persisted. "Seriously, Leo, let me help. I don't want you getting hurt all the time."
Leo's expression softened as he looked into your eyes. "Alright, alright, Nurse Y/N, do your thing."
As you rummaged through a first aid kit, Leo couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked, completely absorbed in caring for him. The thought crossed his mind – he was the luckiest demigod in camp.
When you returned with antiseptic and a bandage, Leo flashed a sly smile. "Does this mean I get a kiss for being a good patient?"
You blushed, trying to hide a smile, and replied, "Leo Valdez, you're impossible."
He winked, "But you love it."
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˒ ⌕ LUKE CASTELLAN
As moonlight spilled across the camp, you emerged from your cabin, a sheepish expression on your face. Luke, who was sitting by the fire, noticed your arrival.
"Hey, couldn't sleep again?" he asked, sensing your restlessness.
You nodded, a slight blush coloring your cheeks. "Yeah, I thought... maybe I could sleep with you tonight? If that's okay."
Luke's eyes lit up, and he patted the space beside him. "Of course, come here."
You settled beside him, feeling the warmth of the fire and the comforting presence of Luke. As you nestled into his side, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.
"Much better?" Luke inquired, his voice filled with tenderness.
You nodded, appreciating the security of his embrace. "Thanks for always being here, Luke."
He smiled down at you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Anytime, sweetheart. I love having you in my arms."
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˒ ⌕ ANNABETH CHASE
You were quietly sketching in your notebook, capturing the essence of Annabeth's features with each stroke of your pencil. Lost in the moment, you didn't notice her approaching until she peeked over your shoulder.
"You drawing something interesting?" Annabeth inquired, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
You looked up, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Maybe," you replied cryptically, revealing the sketch of Annabeth you had been working on.
Annabeth's eyes widened as she saw herself on paper. "You... you drew me?" she asked, a hint of surprise and shyness in her voice.
You looked up, a warm smile on your face. "Guilty as charged. Couldn't resist capturing your beauty on paper."
She blushed, clearly not accustomed to being the subject of someone's artistic attention. "I didn't know you could draw so well."
Leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Wise Girl."
Her blush deepened, but she couldn't hide the small smile that played on her lips. "Well, keep drawing, then," she said, feigning nonchalance.
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˒ ⌕ JASON GRACE
You sat in front of your vanity, engrossed in the process of applying makeup. The soft hum of a song played in the background as you carefully blended shades on your eyelids. Unbeknownst to you, Jason lay comfortably on your bed, observing your every move.
"Wow, you really know what you're doing with that stuff," he remarked, a lighthearted smile playing on his lips.
You turned to see him lounging there, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I'm just experimenting. What do you think?"
Jason propped himself up on his elbows. "You don't need any of that to look amazing, you know?"
You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks at his sweet comment. "You're biased."
He chuckled, getting up and walking over to you. "Maybe a little, but you're beautiful with or without makeup."
With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. The sincerity in his eyes made your heart flutter. "I'm the luckiest guy to have you," he whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss that lingered, leaving you with a warm and fuzzy feeling.
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wanderingelvis · 3 months
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Omggg cg!Elvis x littleF!reader who’s sick and keeps slipping into littlespace cuz of how sick she is so he takes care of her despite the possibility of him getting sick? 🥺
Thank you so much for the request!! I hope you like it <3
🧚 Masterlist 🧚
Word count: 2,135
Pairing: Early 70's CG!Elvis x Little F!Reader
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Oh Lord, you were trying so hard, so so hard to be a big girl.
You knew that Elvis had so much on his schedule, the Colonel was working him and you too by default. You'd been on the road with Elvis, helping out where you could like the good little girlfriend you were, but it had become all a bit too much and you had caught some sort of bug that was making you feel all kinds of miserable.
And when you were ill, well, that was the most sure fire way for you to slip into little space. You just weren't very good at being independent and coping with the overwhelming and horrible feelings you were having.
But you were trying, you really, really were. You didn't want to interfere with the schedule, Elvis had a lot on his mind and you'd be damned to cross paths with the Colonel when there was so much money to be made. Even when you were feeling your best, you still didn't like to even be in the same room as the Colonel.
All morning you'd felt achey, sore and tingly all over with a fever creeping in. Naturally, you'd been quieter than usual, trying to stop yourself from slipping but it was becoming inevitable.
Your body just wasn't strong enough and you felt exhausted and vulnerable as you sat in Elvis' dressing room as he did a run-through of his show tonight.
You'd found a spare blanket and you were curled up in the corner of the large couch as members of staff and the Memphis Mafia alike walked past you, a few giving concerned looks your way, in particular, Red, who watched as you rested your head on your arms and closed your eyes.
See, being in the state that you were in meant that you had absolutely no concept of time and when you were woken from the light slumber you were in, you had no idea how long you'd been asleep for.
"Baby?" That familiar deep, Southern voice hushed, laced with concern as your eyes sleepily opened, staring up at Elvis who was studying your state with worry on his face after Red had told him that you seemed unusually low today.
You blinked adorably up at him and if you weren't so apparently sick, Elvis would do the most unspeakable things to you.
Elvis sighed, realising how wiped and sick you were as he put the back of his coarse hand on your forehead to check your temperature, which was far too high for his liking.
You couldn't bring yourself to speak, you felt all achey and sore and your head was just so fuzzy that you were pretty much ready to let tears spill down your cheeks.
And Elvis could tell. He'd been with you for long enough now to know your little space 'tells'. You'd go non-verbal, your eyes would get all big and round and glossy, because even after all this time, you still got nervous about being little in front of Elvis - a fact that Elvis actually thought was very sweet and endearing. You'd start chewing on something too, whether it was your toy stuffy, your lip or your fingers, you'd chew on something as you tried to get all your thoughts in order. And there you were, chewing on your lip as you trembled from the fever.
"Oh little one, you ain't feelin' too good huh?" Elvis cooed, to which you shook your head ever so slightly. "Oh baby. Need me to look after you, princess?" Elvis asked as you pushed yourself up feebly, the blanket pooling by your waist as you nodded and rubbed your eyes sweetly.
Effortlessly, Elvis scooped you up in his big, strong arms and your head automatically went to rest on his shoulder as you began to chew on your fingers anxiously, wanting this horrible feeling to go away.
"Y/N is comin' down with somethin' nasty, I'm gon' take care of her, let everyone know they can go home, I ain't leavin' her today." Elvis said to Jerry before he carried you to his private elevator that took him right to the suite that the two of you shared at the top of the International.
As soon as the doors closed, Elvis began to rock you gently. "Gon' get you undressed baby, take off all yer clothes and get you in the tub, give you some medicine that's gon' make you feel all good n'better then we're gon' get you into bed to rest n' take it easy. How does that sound pretty girl?" Elvis soothed.
You nodded into his shoulder, feeling vulnerable and weak as he held you tightly, you couldn't help but let out a couple of sniffles too.
"Little one, d'ya think you can use your words f'me?" Elvis said. He knew you'd go non-verbal whenever you were feeling overwhelmed and little, and usually he wouldn't push you, but when you were feeling little and sick, he needed to know that you could still understand what he was saying and there wasn't anything more serious that was underlying.
"J-Just, don't feel good Daddy." You whimpered and oh if Elvis' heart hadn't broken in two when he first saw you on that couch, it certainly had now.
The name that you'd just called him was definitive confirmation that you were deep in little space and you needed to be treated as delicately as possible.
"I know baby, I know you don't, Daddy's gon' take care of you." Elvis promised, kissing the top of your head as you got out of the elevator into the suite.
Elvis wasted no time in taking you straight to the bathroom, sitting you atop the bathroom the counter as he rolled up the sleeves on his blue silk shirt, one that you'd actually picked out for him because you thought he would look "extra pretty" in it and began to run the bathtub full of warm water for you. He then went through the bathroom cabinet, through the one that held all of the medicines you may need for any particular reason, before he found the right one for your fever and chills.
"Now, you gotta be a brave girl f'me, I know this don't taste too good baby, but it's gon' help make you better, 'kay?" Elvis said as he poured the medicine onto a spoon, ready to feed you as you watched on, grimacing a bit, you hated having to take medicine.
"I don't wanna..." You practically whispered.
"Darlin', I know it ain't nice, but you gotta take it like a good girl, can you do that fr'me?" Elvis said, his tone becoming a little sterner than before, you taking your medicine is not something he was going to compromise on.
You nodded but not without small tears forming, making Elvis feel quietly guilty, he wished that it was him that was sick, he'd give anything to swap places with you. It really did pain him to see you in this state.
"Okay, open them pretty lips fr'me angel, just like that, good." Elvis encouraged as he fed you the spoon with the medicine.
He used his pointer finger on his other hand to poke just under your jaw ever so slightly to close your mouth around the spoon. "Good." He hissed, nodding in approval at how good you were being.
Slowly, he took the spoon out of your mouth as he studied your face, your eyes staring up at him as your nose scrunched up at the sour tasting medicine.
"Baby, that medicine ain't gon' do a damn thing stuck in your mouth like that." Elvis half-heartedly chuckled, knowing you were being a little too stubborn for your own good. "Swallow." He commanded gently.
And, like the good girl you were, you did just that - although with a grimace on your sweet little face the entire time.
"Good girl." Elvis praised softly, as he began to take off your clothes for your bath.
You watched as his coarse, ring-clad hands traced your skin, causing shivers to travel through your already sensitive skin. Elvis hushed you reassuringly, saying sweet nothings to reassure you that you were okay, that he was your Daddy and he was going to make you better, and you believed him.
After you were fully undressed and after Elvis checked the water temperature, Elvis helped you into the tub where you instantly loved the sensation of the hot water on your shivering skin.
"Does my little girl like that?" Elvis smiled warmly as he watched you smile for the first time today, even if it was only a small one.
You nodded as you brought your knees to your chest to rest your head on your knees, your head tilted so you could watch your Daddy.
Elvis grabbed a loofah and took to gently washing you, getting you all soapy and lathered up in the suds as he watched you practically preen in delight at his touch.
"Bein' such a good girl fr' Daddy, ain'tcha?" Elvis soothed.
"Yes Daddy." You said sweetly, your eyes closed in bliss as Elvis continued to wash you all over.
"That's right, that's my girl." Elvis praised as he held out one of your arms to wash it, as if you were some sort of a doll for him to move as he pleased. You were so malleable and so sweet and Elvis loved nothing more than to take care of you.
When Elvis was done washing you, he scooped you up out of the tub and wrapped you up in a fluffy towel, holding you tightly and peppering you in kisses, eliciting a few soft giggles from you.
He knew you were feeling little, you were so overwhelmed and he knew the last week had taken it's toll on you. You were a little people pleaser, so much so, that you'd taken on much more than sweet, little you could manage. You would comply to anyones request and you'd caused yourself to become burnt out and Elvis couldn't help but feel responsible for not stepping in sooner - even if he knew that if he had stepped in, you would've begged him to let you help out as much as possible because you were just a little angel sent from heaven. Elvis quickly got you dressed into your favourite pyjamas that you wore when you were feeling little. They had cartoon horses on them and you'd adorably named each one, one morning whilst Elvis was reading his paper and drinking his morning coffee.
He took special care as he dressed you, mindful that your body was still tender and sore.
As Elvis led you to your bed, you began to feel all drowsy and achey again, making you extra clingy and needy with Elvis, but he secretly didn't mind.
Elvis tucked you up in bed and placed your stuffed bunny in your little grasp, smoothing back your hair that had fallen in front of your face.
After placing a kiss atop of your head, Elvis began to make his way from the bedroom to let you sleep before he heard a whine come from your lips.
"Oh honey, what's the matter?" Elvis cooed, making his way back to the bed before you reached out your arms wide and made grabby hands at Elvis, making him chuckle ever so.
"Daddy, stay," You whimpered. You were not in any fit state to not be close to Elvis. "Don't go, need you." You mumbled cutely.
Elvis smirked as he began to remove his shoes and get atop the bed, next to you, placing one arm across the pillows where your head rested so that you were able to slot into his side and snuggle into him as you clasped onto your stuffed bunny too.
"I ain't goin' anywhere baby, now rest your eyes honey, you need to get your strength back little one." Elvis instructed, his fingers running through your hair, sending shivers through you as you let your eyes close.
Elvis continued to play with your hair as he reached over to his bed-side table with his other hand and grab the telephone.
"Jer? Yeah, Jer, tell the Colonel to tell whoever needs to know that the show ain't happenin' tonight, reschedule, cancel, I don't care. I gotta take care of Y/N, ain't no way I'm leavin' her tonight, not in the state she's in. Okay. Thanks Jer." Elvis said into the receiver before putting it down again.
You couldn't help but feel bad as you nestled into Elvis' side. "Daddy?" You said meekly.
"Yes baby?"
"You don't got to cancel your show Daddy." You said softly, your big eyes looking up at his blue ones.
"Little one, I ain't ever wanna do a show if you ain't in the crowd." Elvis said firmly and you knew he wasn't going to budge on the matter - and with that you drifted off in the arms of your Daddy.
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dottieisdotting · 6 days
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Baby Fever C.S.C
requested?: yes @urperfectcinnamonroll07 (go show her page some love too,it's rlly good)
pairing(s): Husband!Choi Seungcheol x afab!reader
genre: fluffy at the beginning and end, smut
warning(s): Bid dick!Cheol, PiV sex,unprotected sex (wrap before you tap,ladies and gents),degrading,praise,breeding,Oral (f!receiving),Seungcheol being a girl dad,
summary: your daughter's ask for another sibling and Seungcheol and you make their wish come true
word count: 3k (LORD-)
A/N: so I kinda went a little over ther board with this one but anyhoo enjoy this Cheo, brainstro of mine and make sure (if you'd like to) like,comment and reblog. make sure you eat,drink and rest,loves Yaha mwah xoxo
You and Seungcheol had the cutest family in the world as some would say. Two wonderful 4-year-old daughters Darae and Cheon-sa, with your looks but Seungcheol’s pout. They were so adorable and had you,Seungcheol and the rest of seventeen wrapped around their little fingers.
Luckily tonight was yours and Seungcheol’s date night so the girls were taken to his mothers. So you sat in Darae’s and Cheon-sa’s shared room packing and playing with them. You helped burp a doll and also put them to sleep . you hear someone clear their throat and look up from the floor,Seungcheol walks in,the girls running to hug him shouting and squealing. His gummy smile and dimples show as he bends down to pick both of them up. 
Their giggles fill the room and make your smile widen, standing up,brushing off your pants, you walk over to your husband and your children. Giving him a pat on the back as you leave the room,a small smirk on your lips. It was now his turn to be dragged to dolls play whilst you got the last of the girls’ things together for a couple nights to grandma’s house.
”Darae,Cheon-sa, c’mon time to go to grandma’s” like clockwork you hear the patter of their feet on the hardwood floors of the hallway running to you at the door. They had huge smiles on their faces,also carrying a stuffed animal each. They sit on the floor whilst they ‘help’ you put their shoes on. Darae says something unexpectedly ”Mama,daddy we want another sibling” your eyes nearly pop out of your head when she says that as they both clap their little hands in union. 
Seungcheol just stares down at you with that all knowing smirk as you nod ”another? Well you'll have to wish very hard at grandmas to see if it can come true” your voice was soft as you were so close to them. You kiss their cheeks and forehead before standing up and kissing Seungcheol goodbye as he goes to take the children to his mothers house.
It was now your time to get ready for your date. You shower and take about  one and a half hours doing everything right to the T. Leaving the bathroom with a robe and a towel,drying your hair, you head to your shared bedroom and sit at the vanity. You start to blow dry your hair,knowing it would take a while. After around 30 minutes it had fully dried and you now were deciding if you should curl or straighten your hair. With 10 minutes of debate to curl your hair and pin it back whilst you do skincare and makeup.
Seungcheol came back and walked into the bedroom seeing you in just a robe doing your makeup.  He walks behind you and tilts your head backwards and leans down pressing a short kiss to your lips. 
You continue on with your makeup, making it perfect whilst Seungcheol goes to get showered and dressed too. He walks into the bedroom, brown hair dripping and a towel wrapped lowly around his hips causing you to see his happy trail and V line.
You couldn't help but stare at your husband through the mirror of your vanity. ”stare much,sweets?” you lower your head,shit, you've been caught. But you couldn't help it, your husband was one fine motherfucker. 
You shake your head and bite your lip and continue to do your makeup as he gets dressed in black dress pants,black button up and a black tie (yk what i'm on about) but he walks out with his shirt undone whilst you were trying to zip your dress on. Your dress was stunning. It was red, ironically Cheol’s favourite colour, a slit ran up the left leg to mid thigh and it was tight, making your body show off all those perfect curves of yours. For shoes you wore your Christian Louboutin red bottoms. A gift from Seungcheol because he missed you during one of his tours with SVT
”Cheol,could you zip me up,baby?” Seungcheol nods and zips your dress up,leaving a small kiss on the back of your neck before he turns you around and wraps his arms around your waist and leans in,kissing your lips leaving you breathless. He pulls away and smirks after seeing your face. He buttons up his shirt as you watch. You spray your perfume and you were done,grabbing your little purse and you walk out of your shared room. 
Seungcheol joins you and wraps his arm around your waist,kissing the side of your neck lightly and leading you to the door ”lets go,yeah. We’ve got a reservation at 8, sweets” he leads you to his car and opens the passenger side door for you, you get in and he closes the door before walking around to the drivers side. God, he looked very hot right now. 
He gets in and buckles up before turning on the engine and reversing from the drive and starts to drive to the restaurant. His hand stayed permanently on your thigh the drive there and when you got there he opened the passenger door and held your hand like the gentleman he is.
 The restaurant itself is quite elegant, the walls and furniture are all carved from dark mahogany wood with brass decorations and accents. The lighting is soft and warm, with several candles lit on each table. The smell of fresh food cooking comes from the kitchen, and the air is infused with the scent of lavender and rose petals. The staff is friendly and attentive, making sure to cater to each customer's needs. The food is delicious and prepared with great care, showcasing the best in local delicacies and culinary arts.
One of the waiters took you over to the table and Seungcheol ordered some wine,he wouldn't drink much since he was still driving home later. 10 minutes later the waiter comes back with two wine glasses and the wine of Seungcheol’s choice. She leaves the table with a smile as Seungcheol pours the wine into the glasses before picking his up and waiting for you to do the same. A soft clink of the glasses before each of them take a sip of it,bodies relaxing as this indicates they were definitely kid-free now
They order their meals and eat with little stories of their girls,and family. You also mention that Darae wanted another sibling subtly and he raises his eyebrow and smirks slightly,nodding to the subtle comment. You finish your food and dessert and after Seungcheol pays the bill and buys another bottle of wine for the house, you get to driving home.
At home, it was peaceful,for once it wasn't a mess of girls' toys everywhere. It was quiet too,no screaming,screeching and crying for once. You slip off your heels whilst Seungcheol walks to the kitchen,pouring some wine into 2 wine glasses he got from the cupboard. He sees you walk to the kitchen island next to him and he smiles,kissing the crown of your head softly. ”hi sweets” he smiles,showing his cute dimples. You couldn't help but smile ”Hi Cheol” you reach to take a glass of wine,bringing it to your lips and sipping on it before it goes back onto the kitchen island. 
Seungcheol grabs your hips,pulling you towards him. ”sweets? Dance with me please?” you nod as yours and Seungcheol’s wedding song plays softly through the speakers. You smile and think back to the wedding,the memory still so fresh in your mind as Seungcheol spins you carefully before kissing your lips tenderly.
You kiss back,your hands lace in his hair tugging ever so slightly, he lets out a low moan as you feel yourself becoming wetter with every move he makes. He pulls away,lips a little more red. ”fucking hell, c’mon sweets lets give them another,hm?” you knew it wasn't an actual question because he knew the answer already. You nod and lean in again,bringing his and your lips together into another kiss,this one longer,more passionate with a hint of need.
His hands wrap tightly around your waist pulling your body causing you to almost grind against him. You moan into the kiss as his tongue passes your lips. It swirls around yours as he occasionally sucked your tongue. You break the kiss for some air ”i want another” you say breathless,chest heaving ”give me another,Cheol please”  he nods and throws you over his shoulder,slapping your arse for good measure and walking to your shared room. 
You bite your lip as you get to the room,the door is kicked open and you are thrown on the bed, you look so helpless,so needy,all for Seungcheol. He turns you over,zipping your dress down and taking it off you and throwing it somewhere in the room. He leaves you bare only in laced underwear. 
Seungcheol kisses up your legs ghosting over your sex and continues his kisses up your body,slightly biting and sulking little marks everywhere.
He gets up from you and undoes his dress shirt, his muscles showing, it had you almost drooling. His happy trail makes him look hotter. 
He kneels on the floor,grabbing your legs and pulling your hips to the end of the bed. Your cunt level to his face, an obvious wet spot takes up the middle of your underwear. Seungcheol licks his lips, he wants you so badly. His fingers long and thick hook around your underwear, his mind telling Jim just to rip them,but he couldn't. If he ripped that pair, that would mean he had ripped at least 6 pairs of your underwear in the last couple months.
He was nice enough tonight since he had bought you the pair for the date after all. So finally he pulls down your underwear,throwing them over his broad shoulder. He blows hot air onto your clit making you shiver and whimper slightly. He smirks again,standing up. You whine at the loss,wanting him to eat you out.
He laughs softly at how needy you have become. He reaches over to grab a pillow  giving you a soft peck on the side of your face as he does so. He taps your hips twice signalling you to lift them so he could place a pillow so he could eat you out better. ”hips,sweets,lift em’ for me” so you listen and lift them,the soft pillow slides under and you get comfortable . ”Why aren't you a good girl? Keep listening and I'll fill you sweets , so deep, make sure you will carry my child again.” 
Another thing about Seungcheol is that he had mastered dirty talk to the T and it was perfect. The right amount of praise and degradation was mind-blowing. It got you off so well. He loved the way your body reacted to his voice,his touch. You didn't know but it made him all fuzzy brained, he truly loved you so so much and he was an acts of service guy so he'd fuck you any time anywhere. 
He kneels back down in between your legs, hooking them over his shoulders,the pillow giving you extra leverage so your sex is closer to his mouth. ”c'mon sweets, pull me to where you need me so badly. Oh baby you're dripping” you take your shaking hands and lace them in his brown hair as his dark eyes stare up at you. You tug on his hair,pushing his lips to your clit making you moan in relief. He sucks at your bundle of nerves making your legs clench around his head. Seungcheol had always said that he would die a happy man if it was in between your thighs,fucking you with his tongue and his fingers.
He continues to suck at your clit,occasionally nipping at it making your hips jump as he smirks against your pussy. You tug on his hair letting the moans tumble from your mouth with no shame, you didn't have to be quiet plus Seungcheol liked your moans and whimpers,it showed him how you liked it. His tongue enters your heat quickly,licking all your juices making him moan lowly in delight as you get louder,coil in your stomach tightening every lick. You keep tugging at his hair,pushing him further into your sex, his nose hitting your clit beautifully. You back arches off the bed,toes curling as you moan out a mantra of just Seungcheol, his name rolling off your tongue as the coil is ready to snap. ”g-gonna cum,fuck… please,Cheol”  he hums in approveal as the coil snaps and your orgasm wracks through your body. But that doesn't stop Seungcheol, he keeps going,suckking and licking your release as he helps bring you back down. He carefully removes your thighs from his head as he kisses them gently,the aftershocks of your orgasm still running through your veins.
He loved you like this. All spread out on the bed,fucked out from only one orgasm. His smug look sits on his face as he knew he was the only one that could make you like this. He leans down and catches your lips in a messy makeout. Your hands go to his pants,trying to undo them whilst staying in the kiss. You undo them and tug them down,leaving Cheol to handle the rest as you break the kiss to breathe.
You lay back further on the bed as he rids himself of his dress pants and boxers, his cock hard and red tipped leaking with pre-cum. You spread your legs, your arousal dripping onto the pillow below. ”aw,poor sweets, so needy. You wanna be filled don't you? Stuffed full till you're pregnant with my kid again,hm?” All you could do is nod and mewl his name. That stupid smirk on his face again as he tugs at himself before lining his cock to your entrance. He teases you by only entering the tip making you clench around him ”Cheol,please” you beg for him just to take you but he continues to tease by only fucking you with his tip. 
You sit up slightly and hook your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you as you leave small pecks around his neck and jawline. You roll your hips as he pushes in further bottoming out as his head falls into your neck. He leaves you,still, to get used to the feeling of his cock in you after some time you simply whisper ”move,cheol-ah” and he experimentally rolls his hips as your head falls back,exposing your tits and Seungcheol takes the opportunity to move his head,mouth sucking at your nipple making you lift your head in surprise as his thrusts continue. ”fuck! Gonna breed you so well, sweets. Gonna fill you up so much,nice and deep with my cum. Give you a kid, give you my kid”
His mouth got dirtier and dirtier and you couldn’t help but to respond to it ”fuck yes! Please! Give me another,w-want your kids cheol” his hand grabs your jaw and forces your head down,making you look at the bulge in your stomach from his cock,hitting your g-spot effortlessly. Your eyes were filled with tears as the second coil in your stomach tightened once more. Seungcheol speeds up, thrusts becoming a little sloppy as he nears his climax too. 
One particular hard and deep thrust has you seeing stars as you cum. Your body is exhausted as you lay down. Seungcheol keeps his thrusts going as your legs tremble, he grabs one of your legs and hooks it around his waist. All you could do was moan and shake. Not long after you feel Seungcheol come,spilling his release deep inside of you,filling you up. His hips continue to move,fucking all the cum back into you,not missing a single drop, not letting it go to waste.”there we go,keep it nice and deep for me sweets, do that for me” 
Seungcheol carefully slips out of you,you whine at the lost sensation. ”I know sweets, I know but we gotta clean you up. I'd love to stay inside you all night,but not tonight” he says that with a small pout as he toddles off to the bathroom, butt-ass naked as you couldn't help but stare. Admiring your husband’s ass and back muscles, also the tattoos that sit at the top of his neck. 
He comes back, coming over to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. You squeal as he laughs carrying you over to the running bubble bath. He gently places you down on the floor,holding your waist as you steady yourself. You stare down at you like you're the only one in existence to him ”God, I'm so in love with you” Seungcheol leans down and kisses you gently before helping you into the bath,filled with bubbles of your favourite scent. 
”I love you too,Cheol. I swear on it. Till death do we part” you make space for him to get behind you in the bath as you relax onto his chest,interlocking your hands with his and resting them on your stomach. ”Maybe the girls will get a sibling after all” you say softly as the scent of the bubbles fill your nostrils and you almost fall asleep,being all exhausted due to the ‘session’ you and Seungcheol just had.
”I really do hope we have another little boy,but another girl wont be so bad. I've already got you,Darae,Cheon-sa and Kuma. i think and i pray to the universe that it will be a baby boy,hopefully,sweets”
A/N pt2: thank you to all those lovely people who have got my stories/imagines to over 200 likes, it's actually mental that it would happen but thank you. good night and good morning. I rlly hoped you enjoyed this piece of mine and more is incoming soon xoxo
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pablitogavii · 10 months
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Reader is on the phone with her guy friend and Pablo is jealous and want attention and stares at the reader and tries to hug the reader all the time and she pushes him away and he’s sad and then she’s done and him being sad and moody like a little child and in the end he just smashes his face in her chest and want attention and is whiny and like a baby
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"Amoooor!" Pablo yelled plopping himself on the couch besides you as you showed him to be quiet since you were on the phone.
"Lo siento..Quién es?" he asked and you whispered the name of one of your best friends form Uni who btw is one guy Gavi hates with passion. He says that you spend too much time together and that he is definitely "thought about you naked" to quote him.
"What does that cabrón want? It's almost midnight!" Pablo said and you placed your hand on his mouth so your friend doesn't hear the insults leaving your boyfriend's mouth for no reason.
What you didn't expect was for Pablo to start kissing your hand and when you pulled it away he groaned moving closer promising to stay quiet if you let him cuddle with you so you folded.
"No, for sure..if you need any help with it let me know" you were talking about his attempt to ask your friend out on a date but Pablo hated that you will spend even more time with him to help with whatever the hell he needed now. Pablo was getting so jealous although he would never admit such a thing!
Pablo started to kiss your neck sucking on your sweet spot mischievously but you pulled away giving him a death glare.
"You promised, cariño.." you whispered and he smirked up at you starting to move his hand underneath your shirt.
"I promised to be quiet nena..can you be quiet when I touch you like this huh?" he was cupping your breasts but you quickly got to your feel sitting on the sofa all alone focusing on your call.
Pablo was agitated grabbing his phone and scrolling through TikTok while you finished up your call in peace. He was so adorable when he was behaving like child hehe
"Alright, take care and I'll see you tomorrow at school!" you said hanging up and putting your phone away before moving to sit back besides your boyfriend who was ignoring you on purpose.
"Really Pablito, using my silent treatment against me?? Come on cariño, the call wasn't that long.." you said kissing his face but he still didn't say a thing although he desperately wanted to let out his frustration.
"Why is he calling you this late at night!? Is he your second boyfriend or something!?" Pablo couldn't stop himself and you giggled at his jealous reaction. Didnt this boy know you were head over heels in love with him??
"He's not my boyfriend..because my boyfriend is un campeon de La Liga..and he is España Golden Boy...and he is the most handsome guy in Barcelona..and" you spoke while kissing from his face to his jaw and neck suddenly stopping your movements.
"And?" he said making you chuckle and look up from his neck to meet those beautiful eyes that melted your heart.
"And the love of my life.." you finished sitting up and Pablo smiled wide forgetting all about his previous frustration before leaning in and putting his face into your chest leaving sloppy kisses while you ran your fingers through his messy curls.
"I just want cuddles amoor.." Pablo whined and you kissed the top to his head shaking yours with a smile on your face.
"You're mi bebé Pablito" you said to his cute pout kissing his nose and then pecking his lower lips playfully.
"I'm a man princesa!" he said making you chuckle in response.
"But you want to be mi bebé tonight, don't you?" you raised your eyebrows and he folded nodding his head and nuzzling his face into your neck.
"Don't tell anyone..." he said not liking anyone but you knowing about his 'soft side' since he was known as Mr. Tough Barça Midfielder out there while in here he was your little bebé Pablito...<3
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tenabrye · 1 year
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Omg your trigun writing!! Would you write a Reboot Vash Stampede oneshot of Roberto’s sick of Vash and the readers pinning so he “accidentally” books them into the same room with a single bed? You’re choice is it��s just fluff or mild smut but either way thank you!!
I really enjoyed writing something as cute and adorable as this.
A small sigh fell from Roberto's lips as he watched the way Vash interacted with you. He could see it. Anyone could see it. The way that both of you danced around one another's feelings. It was tiring to watch. Couldn't you both see the way the other liked you, see how much they did? Ah, he supposed not, considering how long this went on for. Four months was too long for you both to not notice this. He had to do something, and he was.
The next town was a ways away, and the heat was already getting to everyone in the vehicle. Meryl and Roberto were seated up front, with Meryl driving and the older man staring intently into the rearview mirror at the three squished in the backseat. You were seated in between Vash and Nicholas, the former having practically smushed himself up against the car door so that you would have enough space. Despite having his head turned to look out the window, he couldn't help but glance at you from the side every so often.
The other man was passed out in his seat, head leaned back and lips parted slightly as he softly snored. Your eyes closed as you let out a small yawn, causing Vash to smile softly. "You should sleep," he told you, causing you to look at him with opened eyes. His head was now turned, eyes fixated on you as the smile stayed on his face. "We probably won't hit town until evening."
"Yeah," you smiled, yet soon let out another yawn. Vash was right. That, and there really wasn't much use of staying up since all there was to do was look out the window at the sand dunes. Your head leaned back and you tried to get comfortable, eyes closing as you softly exhaled. The soft movement of the vehicle slowly lulled you to sleep, your soft snores causing the blond beside you to smile.
Vash watched you as you slept, eyes soft as he admired your calm and content features. He then stilled when you stirred in your sleep, your body moving closer to his. He raised his arm and allowed you to cuddle into his side, his arm soon lowering as it gently wrapped around you in a protective manner. Roberto watched it all happen from the rearview mirror, his eyes soon being met with the azure pair belonging to the blond. The older man chuckled softly at the way Vash averted his gaze, as if embarrassed he was caught. If only he knew was to come later.
Night was slowly approaching by the time you reached town. You were gently woken by Vash, his soft, smiling face the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes. "We're here," he told you. You glanced around, noticing that you were the only one still in the vehicle. "Everyone is inside. Meryl and Wolfwood are taking care of dinner, and Roberto is getting our rooms for tonight."
Your lips curled into a smile as you unbuckled yourself from the seat. The blond stepped back as you got out of the car. "I can't believe I slept that long."
"It wasn't as long as you might think." You raised a brow at Vash and he chuckled. "Meryl drives fast, so it only took two hours. We did have to stop a few times for breaks, though."
"At least we finally made it. I've missed the feeling of sleeping in a bed." You let out a small sigh as you stretched, your shirt rising slightly, to which the man quickly turned his head from. There was a small flush of color in his cheeks, but you couldn't notice.
"We should probably head inside before Meryl comes out," he said, and you chuckled in response. The woman was small, yet incredibly feisty when she wanted to be. Heading into the inn, you saw Roberto writing in the guestbook while Wolfwood was seen leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets with his firearm propped up against the wall, beside him. Meryl was sitting down at a table, a small menu in her hands as she scanned the contents.
The woman's eyes flicked up once she saw you and Vash. "They don't have very much to offer, but I think smoked Thomas would be fine for us." You nodded in agreement, your stomach making a small growling noise that had the blond chuckling. You were about to speak up when Roberto walked over.
"The rooms should be ready after dinner," he said, and you gave him a small nod. He eyed you before doing the same to Vash. The young man furrowed his brows and his lips parted, but Roberto held a hand up. "Although, they didn't have enough rooms for each of us, so some are roomed together."
"Who's sleeping together?" Heads turned as Wolfwood spoke up. He could have worded the question differently, you thought.
Roberto only shrugged. You felt nervous now. Did the inn randomly put people together, or was Roberto simply not wanting to say that he was the one? You weren't sure, but you would have to wait until after dinner to find out who you were roomed with. Part of you wanted it to be Vash, yet the other part didn't. The more nervous part.
You were still nervous about the situation during dinner, and it caused a certain someone concern when he noticed you were barely touching your smoked Thomas. "Are you alright?" Vash whispered, eyes soft when you turned to him and smiled as you gave a small nod. He frowned. "Is the meat not good?"
"Ah, no," you told him, "it's delicious, actually. I'm just nervous..."
"Is it the rooming situation?" He asked. You nodded and he shook his head. "Don't be," he told you, "it's just for one night, right?" He was right, again. This would only be for one night. Besides, what were the odds of you sharing a room with Vash, anyways? Slim. Very slim. Right? Right. He noticed how much calmer you had gotten and he smiled to himself before he continued eating his meal.
The rest of dinner was shared with laughs and both Roberto and Wolfwood having one too many drinks, but it was all in good fun. Being back in a town felt good. Getting to sleep in a bed rather than in the back seat of a car, let alone camping out on the sand, would feel good. Though now it came time to see who was roomed together. Roberto and Wolfwood were roomed together, and Meryl was able to have her own room. That meant that you and Vash were...roomed together.
You glanced at him and he smiled softly at you. That was what you could see on the outside. The inside? He was nervous. Really, really nervous. He wanted to tell you that you could have the room and he could sleep in the vehicle, but he knew you wouldn't agree to that. "You can have the bed," he said, slipping past you and heading to the room, "I'll take the floor."
You shook your head at that. "No, you can have the bed and I can take the floor." He stopped at the doorway and turned to face you, a small frown on his face. You knew he didn't like that idea. You only mimicked the frown and unlocked the room with the key, opening it to show a large bed up against one side of the wall. It had a nightstand on either side of it, and it looked big enough for two, maybe three, people. "Maybe we can share it?"
Share it? Together? With you? The poor blond felt like having a meltdown at the thought of being in bed with you, his cheeks already looking flush with color. Then again, you were right. The two of you were both consenting adults. "It's big enough, yeah."
He let you shower first, though he didn't count on you saving him some hot water. He took a bit longer in the bathroom than you did, but you didn't mind. It gave you enough time to pick a side of the bed and crawl in. The sheets were soft, cozy, and they smelled clean. If it weren't for the current situation, you would've fallen asleep already.
Vash soon finished and was hesitant to join you in bed. If he had a room to himself, he would've slept without his shirt. Since you were here, he couldn't do that--he wouldn't do that. He didn't want you to see the scars littered across his body. So, instead, he wore a comfortable shirt and his usual black pants. You turned and saw him standing on the other side, frowning at the way he stared at his half of the bed. "Are you not wanting to sleep in the bed?" You asked.
He shook his head. That wasn't it. That was far from it. "No," he said, slowly pulling the covers back and sliding in beside you. You both stayed quiet and very much awake for who know how many minutes, until he spoke again. "I was nervous." You stayed silent, letting him continue. "I was nervous to share a bed with you. I've never shared a bed with anyone like this, let alone someone I like."
"Like?" You questioned, body turning to face him. He did the same and nodded. "Like, or like-like?"
"Like-like," he chuckled, the corners of his lips pulling upwards into a smile. "Do you like me?"
You nodded. "Of course I do," you told him, "that's why I was so nervous about this."
Vash scooted closer to you, his nose barely touching yours now. "I guess there's no need for us to both be nervous now," he said, his voice now soft and low. You nodded in agreement and continued staring at him. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes," you answered almost immediately after he asked. You didn't even have to think about it because you knew. The blond smiled even more before he closed his eyes and leaned in. You did the same and felt a shiver up your spine when his lips touched yours. They were soft and slightly dry from the outside heat, but you didn't care. It was finally happening and you couldn't have been happier. You'd often dream of such a moment, and it finally happened.
Once you both separated from the kiss, Vash snaked an arm down and around you, pulling your body even closer to his. "I think it was fate that did this," he said.
"It does work in mysterious ways."
Neither of you knew it was the exact opposite. Neither of you knew that it was Roberto who did it all. And you never would know. At least not at the moment.
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kzuhasgf · 8 months
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late night worries
pairing — huh yunjin x 6th member!reader
it's late, and yunjin finds her way onto your bed. you soothe her worries.
tags — gn!reader (ethnicity friendly), idol!au, genre — fluff, hurt/comfort, romance word count — 1,574
notes — I couldn't sleep tonight, so I made this instead. reader is the same age as yunjin
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busy schedules, busy dates. it's common for idols to have their days, weeks, and months booked and planned out, so it wasn't practice for you to maximize and make the most out of your free time.
you and the girls have been extremely busy, which has become even more exhausting in recent weeks as you prepare for your "Flame Rises" tour, which will take you and the girls to different parts of asia.
nothing could keep you and your bandmates from giving it your all and making your first tour as successful as possible. you didn't want to, but you have overworked yourself here and there, but not to the point where it seriously affected you.
hours of long practice later, you and the girls walked back into your dorm, eunchae's eyes drooping from how drained she was. sakura used the little energy she had left to reheat some homemade food she had made days prior, hoping everyone could still eat a meal before heading to bed.
after having a quiet dinner, you all sleepily waved to each other, "goodnight," retreating to your rooms after washing up and relaxing. everyone seemed to fall asleep once they climbed into their beds, but you and yunjin had other plans.
you had no idea she was even awake. you were still up because you enjoyed having skincare routines and dressing in your comfiest clothes before going to bed, but also because you wanted to pamper yourself before another day of exhaustion began.
you patted your cheeks and lightly washed your hands after you applied moisturizer to your face. you went through your closet, taking out your favorite pajamas and hoodie (unsurprisingly yunjin's), putting them on before stretching and plopping onto your bed.
you breathed a long sigh and curled up in your blanket, falling asleep, your eyes tired from being open for so long.
it had been at least thirty minutes, and you were still dozing off. you drifted to sleep, then slowly opened your eyes again, repeating the process. some things kept you awake at night for you to be this way, but it happens to everyone, so it was okay.
your lover seemed to be going through the same thing.
yunjin couldn't help but sit up from her sheets after an hour of tossing and turning, unable to sleep due to the worries that knawed at the back of her mind. she walked through the hallway, footsteps light, before stopping at your door and turning the knob.
she peeked her head in, noticing you left your night light on, and she smiled and adored you, eyes softening, before quietly stepping in and closing the door.
you heard someone enter during your light sleep, and you raised your head, not processing anything, until you saw your girlfriend kneeling beside you, looking adorably yet unusually lost.
"baby? what are you doing here?" You slurred.
"y/n," she fidgets with her fingers.
"oh, can't sleep? c'mere."
with a sleepy smile, you welcomed her, and she gladly crawled under the covers and into your loving arms.
she laid her head on your chest, and you ran a hand through her hair, humming and kissing the crown of her head.
"what's wrong, baby?"
yunjin felt hesitant.
"I'm... scared. and nervous." you hummed again, remaining silent so she could speak.
"I've never been so tense before. the last time I felt like this was when the rankings were announced during produce 48,"
hearing that made your head perk up. albeit sleepy, you still cared about your girlfriend and her well-being, so you tried your best to stay awake despite everything in your body telling you to shut down.
yunjin, your lover who knows you so well, noticed your eyes closing repeatedly and thought you were so cute that she smiled and took a second before kissing your lips.
"you don't have to stay awake, my love. I just need someone to listen."
you nodded at her and closed your eyes, listening to her open about her problems quietly.
"I'm scared for our tour because it's the first time we've ever had one, and it's also my first time experiencing one. sakura and chaewon unnie have done this before, so they might not relate to me. for kazuha and eunchae, I've found it difficult to talk about how I feel because I don't want to burden them."
"they're much newer to the industry than I am, and sometimes, it makes me think that I shouldn't feel this way."
hearing her concerns and what they were about made your ears perk up a little. because you knew yunjin, and hearing her this distressed jolted you awake to some extent.
she always looked forward to performing, and she always looked happiest when she was on stage. you knew this well, so her nervous and unsure demeanor made you slightly concerned.
"continue, baby."
"and sometimes I don't know what to do. you're the only person I want to turn to because I know you understand me, and you'd never judge me because you love me for who I am."
"you... love me."
"I love you, jennifer." you nodded in agreement.
"it's so difficult now that everything's sinking in. are we really going on tour in two weeks? am I even prepared for it? what if I don't satisfy the fans well enough, and what if they don't like our performances?"
"all our practices have also been so exhausting. and I'm so, so tired."
"but I have to fight through. I have to because I'm not the only one going through this. the other girls are doing this, you're doing this, and just because I'm feeling a little worse than the rest of us, does that really mean I have a say in... anything?"
you shook your head, not liking her words one single bit.
"baby, enough. you're just feeling sorry for yourself now. don't invalidate your feelings like that."
"I-" she paused, pressing her face closer to your chest, then quietly said, "I'm sorry, my love..."
you sighed and furrowed your brows, apologizing for being too direct. yunjin meant the world to you, and you both knew she valued herself more than this. everything that was going on was wearing her out and her emotions.
"you can tell me anything, baby. and you know what? I'm so glad you did."
"because I am here to tell you that you really are the greatest person I've ever met. whether you're on stage, doing random dances in the practice room, chopping fruits in the kitchen, strumming on your guitar, writing songs, or lying in this bed with me,"
"nothing will ever change my mind. you are the greatest, and everyone around you thinks the same."
"you've always put yourself and your enjoyment first, so why should it be different this time? just because it's our first tour? this is my first time experiencing this too, and even though I'm also tired from all the work we've been doing, it will all pay off in the end, trust me."
"we get to see all of our fans, who are so eager to cheer, support, and watch us strengthen our bond as a group. I'm worried about making mistakes, but instead of viewing it as something to bother me, I try to look past it and be positive about it."
"I'm also looking forward to the time we'll be spending together and the hardships we go through during it."
"and, most importantly, we should not forget that you are the huh yunjin. that is who you are. you have millions tripping over for you, baby. I am actually so lucky to have you. you always look and do your best when you're having fun, so when the time comes that we have to perform, try to look on the bright side of things and enjoy, okay?"
"you. are. amazing. I love you." you repeatedly poked her nose.
yunjin was rendered speechless. she had no words to say... and didn't even realize she was crying until you put your hands on her face and wiped her tears away. streaming down her cheeks, she exhaled before closing her eyes and resting her face in the crook of your neck.
you gently patted and stroked her back, humming one of the songs she made for you in return.
"It's okay, baby, I'm here."
she quietly sobbed, wrapping her arms around your neck, sniffling, and wetting your (her) hoodie with the emotions she'd been holding in for so long.
"I, I-"
"shh, it's okay, baby. breathe."
she began hyperventilating, all her worries crashing down on her, clouding her thoughts. but eventually, it faded, and you did nothing but the best of your ability to comfort her and help her calm down. she thanked you profusely, wondering how she had met someone like you in this lifetime and how happy she was to be your lover.
"and, one last thing. jen?"
"mhm?"
"you will never be a burden to us, okay?"
she just smiled and nodded through her tears, hugging you again tightly. "okay." she whispered and closed her eyes.
you had no idea how you ended up together and how your paths intertwined, but you didn't want it any other way.
actually, you would want it in any other way. as long as it was with her.
and as long as you could do this, you would always want it, time and time again.
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ending notes — OH MY GOD I'M A GENIUS I'm an actual genius
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jjkeremika · 4 months
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Moonlight
description: Mikasa sneaks out to see the boyfriend (eren) her parents don't approve of
pairing: eren x mikasa, eremika (aot/snk)
(warnings ?: "smoking weed", groping, spanking, oral(mikasa receiving), fingering, penetration, mention of daddy, virgin!Mikasa)
It was at the dinner table at the end of the meal when she finally worked up the courage to ask. "Hey mum, dad," she started quietly, crossing her ankles. Last night they almost didn't let her go. "Is it okay if I stay at a friend's house tonight?"
Her dad sighed, and Mikasa deflated slightly. She knew what the sigh entailed. They were about to look at each other.
Her parents looked at each other knowingly, both of them recognizing that the moment they'd discussed last night was already happening.
"Mikasa," her father's loud voice commanded Mikasa's attention from her mother's lack of eye contact, "we know that you aren't really going to Sasha's house."
The weight dropped in her stomach -- oh no. She started playing with the ring on her finger, the unsettling and uncomfortable tingle of being caught spreading down her spinal cord. She silently prayed the heat rushing to her face wasn't visible.
Mikasa's eyes shifted between her two parents, who sat stoically, her father's stern expression digging holes into her skin, her mother's unreadable.
Mikasa inhaled deeply, hoping that she hasn't been silent for suspiciously long. "That's because I'm going to Historia's," she responded slowly, trying not to shrink in front of her father.
"Oh," was all her mother added, sinking into the wooden chair slightly.
"Isn't she the one who introduced you to that boy?" her dad asked. Mikasa swallowed, she didn't think they remembered that tiny detail. "Are you sure he won't be there? Are you sure you're not just leaving to see him?"
She didn't answer in time.
"No. You're not leaving tonight," he commanded. "That's final." He stood and left the table, exiting the room without so much as glancing at Mikasa, who sat in her chair, sad and irritated.
She rolled her eyes as she watched her mother chase after her husband, leaving her to clean up the table.
Eren had called her around ten, asking why she cancelled and if he could see her anyway, park down the street and sneak in through her window. She laughed, a sound which made him smile even through his car speakers. "My dad would kill you."
"Not if I kill him first," he responded, and she could practically hear the foolish smile on his face. She rolled her eyes but it sparked a laugh anyway.
"Oh my," she breathed out after laughing, "I'd be sad without my dad though. What then?"
"I can be your daddy," Eren replied, his tone more serious than earlier. "We both know you already want me to be."
To say she was at a loss for words would be an understatement. She wanted to force a laugh, play along with the joke, but the warmth brewing between her legs and the curling of her toes held her back.
The thought made her blush in a way she didn't expect. More unholy thoughts flooded into her mind, visualizing the muscular, brown-haired man kissing beyond her lips and neck, caressing spots on her body that have never been touched.
Eren hummed to himself at her silence. He was just messing with her, because the way she flustered afterwards was so adorable he couldn't help it. But usually she was stammering, yelling something along the lines of, "Eren! You can't say stuff like that!" with red cheeks and avoiding all contact.
So her silence was... notable.
He was waiting for her to say something, she knew that. But the one phrase unlocked the gates and now her imagination ran wild, reels of Eren kissing and touching places she's never noticed playing nonstop, tingling sensations of how she thought his touch would feel appearing on her skin.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come over?" Eren asked again.
Mikasa wanted to thank him for changing the subject, but his question didn't tame any of the wild thoughts trampling her brain.
"You can't come over," she answered, her throat the driest its ever been. "Like I said," she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "my dad will kill you." I can be your daddy.
Eren felt his trousers tighten as the same thoughts entered his head. He recognized her uneven breathing, the slight tense tone change. He couldn't not recognize it, he'd heard it pressed right to his ear before, when she finally let him kiss her neck. "Right."
The silence only made the blood pumping to their pelvises more noticeable.
After a few moments of the quiet seeping into their bones, they exchanged goodnights and sleep tights and ended the call.
Around two hours later, still awake as her wild thoughts led her down a horny internet rabbit hole, she received a string of texts from Eren, telling her to look outside.
There he was, waving happily at her. She put on her pajama pants and shoes and opened the window, climbing out and leaving a wooden stick to prop it barely open.
Eren led the way to his car with their hands entwined, trying to get away before anyone noticed. He held her hand as they drove to a nearby beach, Mikasa softly singing along to the music.
He took her to a beach, the two of them finding a spot near the car. Eren sat down first and pulled Mikasa onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her to hold her in place.
Eren leaned back lightly and fussed with his pockets to pull out a lighter and roll pack. Mikasa played music quietly on her phone, humming along even more softly, and watched the bundled white smoke escape into the open air, shining in the light of the clear moonlight.
He watched the waterline and sky, being careful to avoid blowing smoke near her face, as she admired the moonlight kissing his skin, highlighting his features in a breathtaking way. She felt her breathing stop when he looked over at her and smiled, her heart skipping beats.
Mikasa held her hand up, non-verbally asking for him to pass the roll. He held it to his lips, inhaled deeply, then put it out. Almost immediately after his hand was on her cheek and angled her face so that his lips were on hers, letting the smoke drift into and out the sides of their mouths and he pried her lips apart with his tongue.
She was so distracted and surprised with his kiss she forgot to inhale. Probably the point. He never let her smoke.
She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him in place, feeling dizzy from the smoke that made it through or the sudden kiss or a combination of both.
She rearranged herself in his lap without breaking apart, keeping her hands on his cheeks to prevent him from pulling away, not like he was planning on it anyway. She leaned into him until he was leaning back onto his elbows, Eren letting her take control of the kiss and resisting the urge to grind his hips under her.
Mikasa rotated her hips and Eren moaned, the action taking him by surprise. He used his core strength to lift slightly and moved his hands to her neck and back, restraining from reaching for her ass or grabbing her hips too tight.
As they kissed to music of the waves, the sound of their lips colliding together matching the sound of the water crashing into the shore, Eren's hands slowly slid down her back to her butt, yielding to the tempting feeling in his lower abdomen and firmly grabbing the round cheeks with a hard grip.
"Eren!" Mikasa yelped, giggling, and he smirked when she didn't push his hands away. Eren smacked one cheek before taking hold of both cheeks and dragging her closer, moaning at the friction against his growing erection. "E-Eren," she moaned out, tilting her head back as he groped at her cheeks and kissed at her neck.
"Yes, baby?" he whispered huskily, causing the skin underneath his lips to tingle at the vibration. Her open mouth twitched into a smile at the new, pleasant feeling racing to her pelvis. "What can I..." His lips on her skin felt ghostly, the extremely soft tingle so very enticing. "...do to you?"
Eren's hands dipped into her pajama pants while she processed his question, while she struggled to process the sudden blood rush and warm feeling that rapidly ensued. "Oh, I meant for you," he corrected, smirking, softly biting her shoulder to keep her from pulling away.
The feeling of contradictory fabrics rubbing against the palms and backs of his hands turned him on, and it made finding the exposed soft skin of her butt and thighs so much more titillating.
"Hmpf, I, I, ahhh." Moaning felt like all she could do as he pawed at her bum and kissed along her collarbones, feeling the blood pumping to and the liquid leaking out of her pelvis. His hands felt so strong and rugged and his grip was so firm and warm.
"Well?" His voice dropped octaves as it laced with sultry sex, with an unprecedented grumbling neediness she's never heard from him before. "Do you want to stop?" he asked, grabbing her ass and using his arm strength to grind her onto his lap, manually rotating her hips. She was too breathless to form words and her mind was lagging but she shook her head fervently and grabbed his head, pulling him closer to her chest, just above her cleavage, he could feel it.
He brazenly bit the shirt fabric between her breasts, his teeth just grazing against the thin skin under the shirt, realizing just now that she wasn't wearing a bra. She arched her back, puffing her chest out for him, and he felt her breasts brush against his cheeks.
One hand slipped out from her pants into the sand, supporting his weight as he sharply pushed his crotch up into hers, smirking and admiring her euphoric smile as she gasped.
She never answered his question. "Do you want to keep going, angel?" He could already feel the pre-cum leaking into his briefs.
This feeling of his hard erection against her inexperienced clit was new and enticing and favorable and a high she desperately needed to chase. "Yes," she immediately breathed out, starting to grind down on him with more haste, more need, "yes, yes, yes."
Eren's hand held onto her neck and he pulled her in for a long kiss. "Let's go back to the car," he mumbled against her lips, to which she rapidly nodded in agreement.
He gripped her thighs and suddenly lifted her over his shoulder, then stood up to walk to the car. She blushed deep red as her face and hands were close to his ass and her ass was so close to his face and the arm that wrapped around her waist to hold on her felt so tight and secure and it all made her so warm.
Her cheeks invented the deepest shade of red when she remembered the wet spot on her panties that she just knew he could smell. Little did she know it was making his mouth water, making him harder.
He finally put her down in front of the open back passenger door, onto the seats already put down, gesturing with his hand to enter first. He lightly smacked her ass repeatedly as she climbed inside, each one making her smile widen and evoking a giggle.
Eren scrambled in after her, quickly shutting the door and locking the car. Mikasa's phone continued to play music as Eren's hands reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off effortlessly.
The sight always took her breath away, and she was so distracted drooling over the sculpted abs and deep collarbones and defined pecs and hard nipples that she didn't even register that he'd slipped his jeans off.
She gulped when her eyes trailed down his abdomen, following the deep lines pointing to the prominent tented fabric, blushing and rapidly lifting her eyes back to his chest.
His airy chuckle was soothing, massaging out the breath she was holding. "It's okay," he said as he moved closer, still smiling, sitting next to her and holding her neck, "you can look." He kissed her quickly, then rested his forehead against hers. "I like when you look at me."
There was a slight pause, a settling hesitancy. "I like looking at you," she whispered softly, chasing his lips and kissing him again, following the adrenaline coupled with desire. She shut her eyes tight and held her breath. "And I like when you look at me."
He pulled back slightly so he could look at her entire face, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. "Oh, I love looking at you." It was dark, extra dark with the cover of his car, but the moonlight shining through the windows lit up her features, a shining halo outlining her whole body. "Almost as much as I love yo--"
He cut himself off, tightly shutting his eyes and scrunching his face like he'd revealed a secret he shouldn't have, like he'd spoiled a plan, ruined something special. Mikasa's eyes widened slightly, feeling her heart swell and the words I love you too lodging in her throat. blocking off the airflow.
"I didn't say that," he added quickly, nervously, fearfully, "unless... unless you..." Eren eyed her carefully, struggling to read her expression in the shadowed light.
Actions speak louder than words, and the words were lost on her anyway. Immediately Mikasa was removing her shirt, bending awkwardly to pull it over her head. She stared at him afterwards, giggling at his dropped jaw and dilated irises that were fixed on her perky nipples.
She was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable she felt with him, with their clothes on the seats, with his eyes fixed on her body. She didn't feel scrutinized; she felt admired. "Do you want to take my pants off?" she asked, surprising Eren with this sudden erotic confidence.
His eyes flicked up to hers and his dick twitched. "Oh, baby, there's a lot I want to do to you." He reached his hand out and cupped her breast, rubbing his tough palm against her hard nipple, his fingers squeezing the flesh. Their lips met in the middle, engaging in frequent short kisses, Eren leaning over her until her back was flat to the seat. "I'd be honored to take your pants off."
His lips worked down to her nipple and his tongue played with the pointy nub as his hands slid down her naked sides until they connected with the soft fabric. He pressed his head into her chest and lightly bit the skin, swiftly removing the pajamas simultaneously.
He thoroughly enjoyed the sight of his girlfriend beneath him, almost fully naked and squirming under his touch. She squeaked when he pinched her nipple. He smiled at the noise, wondering what else she sounded like.
One hand returned to her breast and the other tightly gripped her butt, Eren moaning when he felt the damp--no, wet fabric between her legs. He kissed hastily towards the spot as soon as he found it, the smell making him salivate and more eager with each sloppy kiss.
He looked up at her once his nose reached the panty line. "Can I please eat you out?" he sounded breathless, starving, like just the thought of licking her out was stimulating his anticipatory feedback loop.
"I don't know what that means." The deep blush on her cheeks was permanent now, with the mental image of Eren's face just above the warmest spot of all now taking residence in her brain. A dangerous image.
"Then can I show you?" He was subconsciously inching his mouth closer and closer, taking the edge between his teeth, praying to his goddess that she says yes.
She nodded, willing but nervous. "Please keep my bottoms on..." she added quietly, starting to feel exposed. The nerves from the unknown were starting to crawl out from under her skin, and the excitement and adrenaline were causing her heart to beat faster than it ever had before.
"Okay," he whispered against her gut, his hot breath tickling the skin just below her belly button. He looked up at her with calm green eyes, a soothing meadow of vibrant grass asking for her to fall into, to relax, and pressed a light kiss to her abdomen. "Okay."
Mikasa craned her neck awkwardly to watch as Eren returned his attention to her skin and lowered further down, until his cheeks were touching the insides of her thighs. Her stomach fluttered as she saw him deeply inhale and lick his lips, and she gasped in embarrassment and covered her eyes with her hand when Eren glanced up at her quickly before pressing his open mouth just above the wet spot, over her clothed clit.
She could feel his smirk as he sucked on the fabric, as he tried to introduce her to the sensation of his head between her legs. She could feel his lips and his tongue through the thin lace, and, when he moved the fabric to the side and his tongue touched her so wet and so sensitive skin, the tingling warmth suddenly spontaneously scattered through her blood to the rest of her body.
"Ahh!" she cried out at the foreign feeling, at the texture of his wet and cool tongue on her hot, untouched skin, adjusting to the heat and waves of pleasure after each swipe of his tongue against the small bundle of nerves.
"E-Eren!" The sound of her repeatedly rambling out his name traveled straight to his cock, and he just had to move a hand from her thigh to his erection, barely satisfying himself physically as he greatly satiated his thirst for her. "Oh, Ere-ahh!" He didn't even really need the physical touch; he could definitely cum if she let him eat her out for long enough.
Her thighs were starting to squeeze against his head and he moaned at the pressure, at the idea of her pushing his mouth further onto her, pushing him to pleasure her more. But the feeling was starting to become tortuously pleasant, almost unbearable, and as her toes curled and as her fingernails dug into his shoulders and as the blood roaring in her ears blocked out every other sound, she orgasm-ed.
"So wet, holy fuck," Eren incoherently mumbled as more fluid flooded out of her pussy, forcibly holding her thighs closer to his tongue to prevent her from pulling away, to force her to feel him sucking and licking--all of it, overstimulation and all.
"Eren, st-ahh! E-Eren, please, stop," she whined breathlessly, the sensation too overwhelming but his grip on her was so tight.
Eren released his hold on her thighs and lifted slightly, crawling over her until his face was in front of hers, only a nose's width apart. He wanted to kiss her, to prove to her how sweet she tasted, how badly he wanted her sugar high.
"You alright?" he asked, chuckling slightly despite still catching his breath.
Mikasa's chest was working overtime, her lungs overcompensating to acquire all the oxygen she moaned out and her heart still pumping to all the right places.
She nodded as soon as she could process his question. "That... felt... so... good," she responded breathlessly, having to take a breath in between each word, a blissful smile across her face.
"I'd love to make you feel even better." His eyes were darker, like the sun had set on the grasslands, leaving various shades of a darkening sunset to admire. Eren's lips pressed to her neck, kissing softly up to her jawline. "If you'll let me," he whispered just below her ear, the sensation trickling down the nerves and shivering up her spine.
Both of them made eye contact and she nodded, leading to Eren practically lunging onto her, their lips colliding a little more haphazardly than before, more greedy, like he was taking what was already his to claim.
He kissed down her neck, sucking and biting at the thin skin as his hand trailed up her thigh, back to that growing wet spot he loved. Mikasa released a shaky gasp as he pressed against it, pressed his fabric-coated finger into the wet hole.
He touched along her clit and ran his hands along the glistening muscles, and she moaned breathlessly as she adjusted to the unfamiliar touch.
"Oooh--Aaah!" Mikasa suddenly cried out when his finger slipped by the fabric and right into her, sliding in so very easily, evoking a surprising moan from her boyfriend as he considered how easily she'd take his cock.
She glanced down at him, eyes wide at the foreign feeling of an object inside her as he inserted a second, and Eren matched her intense stare, crooked his fingers, and started folding them and poking at the velvety tissue.
She couldn't describe it, but she liked this feeling more; the feeling of something filling an empty void--of him connecting with her in a new physical plane. The noises slipped effortlessly from her parted lips and the sweat slid down her body as he bit at her hips and thrusted his fingers in and out of her, alternating the angles and playing with the pace. More for himself.
"Please, daddy, I want you so bad," she demanded hastily, her voice thick with a lustful desire he's never heard before.
Eren froze at the phrase, the only sound being his rapid heart beat, contrasting against the fact that he could've sworn it had stopped. Each pulse rocketed to his cock, throbbing like it was pleading for him to listen to her, to do as she said.
"I knew you liked that," he muttered to himself, not even trying to hide the massive smirk as he lifted himself up slightly. "Are you sure, baby? Really sure?"
He started pulling off his boxers as she fervently nodded, and her eyes curiously dropped immediately to his painfully hard erection, pink and leaky like it was angry for going untouched, causing her face to erupt into various shades of pink.
"Yes," she was breathless, each gasp for air enunciated, "I want this. I want you." She reached her hand to the crook of his neck and pulled him closer, brought her lips to his. "Daddy, I need you."
He was kissing her within a heart's beat, arranging himself over her and moving her thighs around his hips, setting up his cock for what his fingers deemed the best entry angle.
"You have to tell me if it hurts," he mumbled against her lips, drops of worry reflecting the moonlight in his irises. She shivered as she felt what she presumed to be the tip against the muscles, barely touching--hesitating.
Eren didn't wait for a verbal response, only a simple kiss and head nod from her was enough to initiate the process, to start rocking his hips forward and entering her warm, wet, and welcoming cunt.
The pressure was different, and she had to bite his shoulder to take her mind off the stretching muscle--definitely bigger than his fingers. She felt him push endlessly deeper, wondering if maybe he wouldn't fit all the way, if maybe that was her price to pay for inexperience.
She could feel his cock pressing against her walls, could see her lower abdomen expand slightly as he pushed the last bit inside, gasping when his hips connected with hers.
He needed a minute too. To adjust. To reconcile with the countless emotions running through his head. To prioritize one thought and one thought only: pleasing her.
“Think you can take it, angel?” Eren asked lowly, barely taking her earlobe between his teeth before biting down on her shoulder, retaliating for the bite-mark he now proudly wore on his. "Still okay?"
Mikasa breathed out the word "Yes," fully incapable of forming coherent sentences with solid, substantial breaths, and he slowly pulled his hips away. Halfway out before slowly pushing back in.
The drag of his cock carried her body with it, probably developing a car carpet-rash on her back from being pushed up and down with each thrust. She kept her thighs tightly wound around his waist, ground back to keep the contact, to keep the pressure and the fullness inside.
She was rapidly calling out his name, tears forming in the corner of her eyes at the growing ache but the feeling was also fully overshadowed by the pleasurable waves washing through her, like each thrust was calculated to be that way. He soothed her with phrases like, "You're doing so well, baby, taking me so well," and "Such, such a perfect girl for me."
Eren absentmindedly picked up the pace, chasing his own euphoria, while Mikasa continued to wriggle underneath him, continued to rotate her hips and grind down onto his cock when it was already snug inside.
Her thighs were tightening the way they did before, and Eren could feel the sharp pain from her fingernails digging into his back, and he knew she was about to cum again, to scream out his name louder this time. She was whining out, like she was desperately trying to fight the urge, to keep the bliss coming. "Come on, baby, so close--so, so fucking close. Take my cock like Daddy needs you to, baby, the way you're meant to. Fuck, you were so made for me, so perfect for me."
"Eren! Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren, Eren!" She couldn't control it anymore and her body shivered with explosive euphoria, heightened by Eren's cock still fucking in and out of her and having just orgasm'ed for the first time earlier.
Eren pulled his cock out of her as soon as her body stopped trembling and he let himself go, cumming more than he thought he ever has. And when his eyes glazed over the beautiful, fucked-out girl beneath him with pink cheeks and a sore pussy, he felt his heart swell three times its size.
He kissed her, feeling his own eyes well up this time, but fighting the urge out of fear of worrying Mikasa, of making her think she did something wrong when she did everything so very right.
They layed on the lowered seats for another hour, just cuddling and talking about nothing of importance, before Mikasa checked the time and realized it was almost 5am, her parents were going to wake up soon, and she wasn't at home in bed, where she was expected to be.
They both rushed to put their clothes on--Eren asking if he could keep the soaked panties and Mikasa giggling, calling him gross, but still agreeing with that newly familiar tingle between her legs--and scrambled to the front seats. It was 5:30 by the time he was driving down her street.
"You can park in front of my house," she told him confidently, admiring his side profile and eying the slightly visible teeth marks poking from neckline of his shirt, making her blush as she felt the blood rushing to her unregrettably sore pelvis. "They shouldn't be awake yet."
He pulled into the driveway, parked, and turned to kiss his girlfriend goodbye. The long kiss was interrupted by a soft knocking on the window, and a fearful Mikasa pulled away to make eye contact with her mother, an unreadable expression on her face.
Eren waved goodbye to her mother, not wanting to speak for fear of Mikasa's father also being awake and not risking his presence.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell," her mother said softly, before Mikasa could even say anything. "I am going to get you on birth control, though. You think I wasn't doing the same thing at your age?"
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Little mama 2
Part 1
Warning: Fluff, Angst, Unprotected sex, Breeding kink, Daddy kink, Praise, and Fingering, Degrading kink, Oral sex(fem receiving). Unplanned pregnancy, Mention of dark past, Infidelity, Almost getting caught, Abuse.
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You awoke to kisses being placed on your neck to your shoulder. "Mornin' little one" a southern voice rang out of the otherwise silent bedroom. You giggled before turning around to face Elvis "Morning daddy" you respond smiling at the sight of him. The light shined bright out of the window, Illuminating the room.
"How'd ya sleep?" Elvis asked brushing a hair away from your face, an adoring smile on his. Oh, it felt like you slept on a huge soft cloud, it always does. After the first time you both had sex, you basically resided in his room. Of course, you still worked because you needed the money and didn't want to rise suspicion.
You had your room given to you by the hotel once you became Elvis's personal server. They wanted you to always be available.
"Just wonderful, heck I might like your bed more than you," you said playfully with a smirk. Elvis grasped dramatically "Well I can't have that can I?" Elvis said as he pushed you to lay on your back and kissed down your shoulder to the valley between your soft breasts, grabbing your left breast while suckling, and swirling his tongue on your right nipple.
"Oh!" You let out a gasp, entangling your fingers and tagging Elvis's ebony locks causing him to suck hard before switching to your other breast, his hips grinding against the silk bedsheets. He lets your nipple go with a 'pop' noise and traces kisses along your chest to your stomach to where you need him most. "Already, wet little mama?" Elvis teased a mischievous glint in those orbs you love so much.
He didn't give you time to reply before his mouth engulfed your swollen clitoris, swirling his tongue and flicking against it, his index finger playing with the entrance of your cunt in a teasing manner, with a harsh suck to your clit he plunges his finger inside, curling and uncurling against your sweet spot.
"Daddy." You whined, begging for him to let you cum. "Said it," Elvis commanded not once letting up on his attack on your poor pussy. "Please, oh please let me cum!" You wailed out, his fingers slammed into you one last time before he thrust them up as fast as he can, his palm rubbing against your clit as he did this.
"Cum, little mama," Elvis said in a soft voice, gaze locked upon your face, the knot finally snapped and you cummed on his fingers.
Elvis slipped his digits from you as you catch your breath, watching him suck his fingers clean of your slick, eyes looking into yours and a smirk on his face.
"What about now? Is the bed better than me?" Elvis jeered, "No." you giggled breathlessly. "Let's get up," Elvis said with a groan, getting out of bed, in his naked glory, you did the same after looking at his gorgeous body, and you both got dressed and went your separate ways with a sweet kiss on the lips. You still had other duties while Elvis worked, you were helping plan a menu for the new guests coming tonight.
You just finished helping around the kitchen when someone informed you, that Elvis wanted lunch, a burger, and some fries. You happily made just that and smiled all way to the dining room, it felt good to care for Elvis and to see his love for the food you made for him. He seems to be talking to someone, but you couldn't see who by the way they were sitting as you got close to see just who it was your world seemed to freeze and everything moved slowly, it was Priscilla, his wife, and the mother of little Lisa Marie. You gulp and looked down as you served him, guilt was all you could feel, she was so beautiful and seemed so nice, and you felt like such a home wrecker. Once you set his food down and hear his "Thank ya darling." you left the scene with haste, you avoided him for a few days after which he wasn't too happy about that, he showed up at your room on the 5th day, shoving himself into your hotel room/apartment when you opened the door, you could tell he was positively seething, a pregnant silence fall upon you, as you visually see him trying to calm himself down "What in god's name are you avoidin' me about." his voice held hidden rage "It's nothing." you replied looking away from him "Like hell!" he yelled walking you back against the wall by the door "Look," he took a deep breath before continuing "I care about ya...so much. Whatever I do tell me so I can fix it." his blue orbs looked into yours desperately "I feel guilty.." you trailed off "I feel like a homewrecker." you told him, he didn't reply but instead kissed you deeply like he wanted you to forget the world and it worked.
He wasted no time getting you both undressed and rubbing your clit raw until your pussy was soaking and impatiently he slowly entered your core, groaning out as your hot slick coated him. You both waited, panting from the burning white pleasure of just being connected. You let out a loud cry as he pulled out and slammed back in, your back hit the wall, one of your legs wrap around his waist, and his hand helped it stay up as he thrusted a harsh pace, though he didn't continue for long when a knock came out the door and a pretty voice called out"Hi? Umm, this is Priscilla and I was wondering if you knew where Elvis is? I heard you're his personal server?" you choked back a moan, looking to Elvis in horror once you felt him move again but at a much slower pace, a smug smirk on his face "I don't know, S-sorry!" you called back, biting your lip, feeling of his long cock rubbing along your gummy walls, his tip nudging your cervix and his little bits to your neck felt like bless "Okay, thank you." her footsteps faded away to what you assume to keep looking for her husband.
You yelped as Elvis manhandled you to the floor and pushed your legs onto his shoulders, and started hammering into you, his head was thrown back and breathless growls made him even more ravishing, the coil inside you was getting tighter and tighter, your body jerking from his erratic pounding. Your back arched, letting out a deafening scream as your cummed around your lover's dick, Elvis groaned as your walls clenched down onto him tightly, milking his cock of all it's worth. As guilty as you felt, you couldn't stop loving and fucking Elvis, and what is worst is that Priscilla decided to stay for a month with Lisa Marie, reminding you that you are a homewrecker and the past few days you had gotten sick, you would run to the bathroom, vomit your guts out and you were more tired more than not, you had a hunch, and god you hope you were wrong, you couldn't..not in the relationship you had with Elvis.
You took 3 pregnancy tests, you already had some in your room, just in case and you hoped you wouldn't have to use them any time soon but here you are. After an unbearable five minutes, you got your answer, you're pregnant. You..you couldn't stay, you refuse to stay in the relationship you had with Elvis or abort it. You started to pack, you need to leave now, it was quite a trip to get to the one person you could always count on. Growing up you didn't have the best of fathers, your father loved to beat you and your mother, until most death, one night he chose to finally set your mother free and you were next but you escaped while he was busy, your bags already packed and a ticket with money you earned you ran into the night. That's how you meet Sash Olean, her situation was not that different, she ran away from her abusive boyfriend to—be husband, and you were only fifteen. You both decided to live together, to support each other, you only had one other.
She lived downtown, in a safe neighborhood, bus drive there was two hours, but it was doable. The sun burns bright as you watch the clouds and scenery pass by, finally, you reached your destination, and thanking the bus driver you set off to your old home. The house was an off-white color with blue outlining the roof, flowers of each color went across the yard, and a white picket fence wrapped around the house, you unlocked the gate and walked to the door, nerves rolling in your stomach like a cat playing with yarn 'you can do this' you breathed in and just you as you where gonna knock on the door, it open showing a face you had seen in years and one you didn't want too.
"Why hello sunshine."
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♡ Her or Her? ♡
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Description: Mia Reed, has been your girlfriend for about three months. But something unexpected happens - your feelings for a close friend, Vada Cavell, start to grow stronger and you can't keep them hidden any longer. One day, while celebrating with Vada and popping some bottles, your true emotions burst out.
"Alright, bye. I love you," you say, planting a quick kiss on your girlfriend Mia's lips. "Love you too. Have fun," Mia replies, her voice filled with genuine warmth. Tonight, you were heading over to Vada's place for a hangout session, and surprisingly, Mia was completely fine with it. After all, Vada was not only your friend but someone Mia trusted. However, lately, your emotions have been in turmoil. You adored Mia, but there was an undeniable pull towards Vada that you couldn't ignore any longer. It had always been there, lurking beneath the surface, but now it was intesifying, making it impossble to resist seeking solace in Vada's presence.
The front door swung open, revealing Vada standing there with a mischievous smile. "You coming in or what?" she playfully taunts. Chuckling, you playfully bump her shoulder as you walk past her and head towards her bedroom. "Shut up," you retort, settling yourself on her bed. With a smirk, you announce, "Guess what I brought." Vada raises an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Something that we're definitely not of age for," she teases. "I'll give you half points for that guess because you're not wrong," you reply, a playful glint in your eyes. Vada fires back sassily, "Well, if I'm not wrong, then I'm right, so I deserve a whole point." The banter between you two always helped ease the romantic tension that lingered beneath the surface. "Just shut up and look," you say, unzipping your backpack to reveal the bottle of wine you brought. Vada's jaw drops in surprise, her eyes widening. Vada playfully nudges your arm, a mischievous smile on her face.
"Wine, huh? You're lucky my parents aren't home, or we'd be in some serious trouble. We’ll just have to stay low-key "
You smirk, leaning in closer to Vada.
"Oh, come on, Vada. Where's your sense of adventure? A little wine never hurt anyone."
Vada rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Fine, but if my parents find out, we're both in deep trouble. You better be worth it."
You raise an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eyes.
"Trust me, Vada, I'm always worth it."
You both grab some glasses and clink them together, the sound filling the room with a flirty energy. As you take your first sips, a sense of excitement and anticipation fills the air.
"You know, you've got this carefree vibe that's hard to resist. It's like you're always living in the moment."
You lean back a smug smile on your lips.
“Well, Vada, life's too short to worry about what others think. We should embrace every opportunity that comes our way."
Vada smirks, her eyes locked with yours.
"Maybe you're onto something. But sometimes, a little structure wouldn't hurt, you know?"
You lean in closer, voice low.
"Structure can be overrated, babe. It's the unexpected twists and turns that make life truly exciting."
Vada's heart skips a beat as your words sink in. She takes another sip of wine, her gaze never leaving yours Vada's lips curl into a playful smile as she leans in closer to you.
"Well, maybe tonight, we can forget about being 'lowkey' and make some unforgettable memories."
You grin, your eyes sparkling with mischief but then you remember.
Your face falls as the weight of guilt settles upon you, thoughts of Mia, your girlfriend, flooding your mind. What would she think of you now, blatantly flirting with Vada? It felt so right in the moment, but shame gnawed at your conscience.
Vada notices the change in your expression and raises an eyebrow, concern etched on her face.
“You okay?”
You shrug, trying to shake off the guilt that lingers.
"Yeah, just zoned out for a moment, I guess."
Vada's lips curl into a mischievous smirk, her eyes glinting with playful intent.
"I hope you don't zone out on Mia like this. I might have to let her know so she cuts you loose."
You feel a mix of amusement and nervousness at Vada's remark, the alcohol already starting to seep into your system.
"What, so you can have an excuse to get at me?"
Vada playfully raises an eyebrow, her voice dripping with flirtation.
"Well, I do like girls who zone out from time to time."
A surge of boldness rushes through you, fueled by the alcohol coursing through your veins. You straddle Vada's lap, unable to resist the desire that now consumes you, the guilt momentarily pushed aside.
Vada looks at you, flustered and nervous, fully aware that this isn't appropriate for either of you. But like you, she can't help herself.
"What are you doing?"
You meet her gaze, a daring smile on your lips.
"You said you like girls who zone out. Well, now you've got one. What are you gonna do about it?"
Without hesitation, Vada leans in, pressing her lips against yours. She pulls back for a brief moment, uncertainty in her eyes.
"Is this okay?"
You nod rapidly, your desire overpowering any lingering doubts. Vada dives back in, and together, you both succumb to the intoxicating allure of the moment.
And the night went on.
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Pt. 2 ?
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Playing Matchmaker for the Pretty Boy - Tsireya and Lo'ak get up to mischief, Neteyam gets a love match.
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An adorable Ta'anui Girl is set up by Lo'ak and Tsireya to draw Neteyam out for the weekly bonfire and to show him that it's alright to slow down every once in a while.
The young people of Awa'atlu would often gather as the eclipse fell over their world to enjoy each other's company in peace now that their daily tasks were complete and their parents couldn't complain. Many times Tsireya and Aonung tried to get him to come out with them, Lo'ak and Kiri had been attending their little gatherings for some time but Neteyam felt strange even thinking about leaving his home for any amount of time, what if his parents needed him? What if something happened? He thought about it until he felt sick to his stomach. No, he couldn't leave his family for any reason that he could possibly conceive.
Tsireya had heard both Kiri and Lo'ak lament at their older brother missing out on simply being young and having a little fun and being the little problem solver that she was, she devised a plan to snare Neteyam's attention long enough to come out and enjoy himself if only for a night.
Hera'trys was a known beauty from the neighbouring island of Ta'anui and a close friend of Tsireya's so she was happy to come and help, if only for a night. She was a kind girl, the sort to fill other's cups before her own even if it meant emptying her own reserves. Her arrival on Awa'atlu was not at all secretive, Tsireya had organised quite a spectacle to draw Neteyam in like a beautifully coloured male Ikran flashing their wings to their potential mate.
Hera'trys arrived by canoe, her dark hair tumbled in curls well past her waist and her blue eyes were like the ocean in the morning, shining bright with unknown hope. She wore a sheer cloth sheet draped precariously over her body which rather easily revealed her simple loincloth and chest covering adorned in pearl beads and sea glass. It caused enough ruckus to capture Neteyam's attention, more than Neteyam actually which Tsireya hoped wouldn't be a problem.
Tsireya made a beeline for her friend and welcomed her with a warm embrace, buried in Hera'trys' hair she was able to whisper to her friend how they were moving onto phase two of their plan, active seduction since phase one was complete. Lo'ak had sidled up beside his brother as planned, "Wow, she's pretty" he murmured hoping to draw his brother's interest for the girl into making conversation. "Yeah, she is really pretty" Neteyam said seeming a little awestruck at the beautiful Ta'anui women now making their way towards them, they had to be the luckiest brothers in the history of Pandora.
"Hera, this is Lo'ak and his brother Neteyam from the Omatikaya region. They've been with us a short while now but they are adapting perfectly" Tsireya introduced with a somewhat sly smile gracing her lips, both Lo'ak and Neteyam made the traditional gesture meaning they saw her which Hera'trys returned kindly. "I wouldn't say we've adapted perfectly though, we still have some trouble with holding our breath for so long underwater like you do" Lo'ak said rather conveniently which lead Tsireya right in for her next suggestion. "Hera teaches the young ones on Ta'anui, perhaps she can give you some tips Neteyam" she said rather pointedly, "If you're not too busy of course" Neteyam said quickly not at all wanting to be a bother.
"It's not a problem at all, I find everyone learns differently and the teacher should find out how in unison to their pupil" Hera said with a smile that utterly melted Neteyam's heart. "How about you go out now? You can meet us at the bonfire tonight" Lo'ak suggested and Neteyam simply couldn't say no, every fibre of his being was shouting for him to be as close to Hera'trys as possible. "Let's go" he murmured and Hera wasted no time in shedding her sheer sheet wrap and grabbing his hand to tug him right into the water.
"What's going on?" Jake asked, he was flanked by Neytiri, Ronal and Tonowari who all seemed rather invested in this new teen drama they were witnessing. "We're trying to get Neteyam to chill out" Lo'ak explained which made Jake snort with laughter, he knew his eldest son and he had always been a very serious sort of boy. Neytiri elbowed her mate in the ribs at his rudeness, "Some people are not the sort to chill out, you shouldn't force him" Neytiri gently chastised but Tsireya only smiled, "If he follows love down a path and happens to chill out while he's doing that, is it really such a bad thing?" She asked and Tonowari laughed his great, booming laugh. Of course his daughter was a match maker, some people couldn't help it but find who should be paired together.
Meanwhile out in the water, Hera was counting her heartbeat as Neteyam dove down to the ocean floor and back. Her heartbeat had always been an accurate measurement and she believed that any Na'vi should be able to do the dive and return within sixty beats. Neteyam made it thirty seven beats before needing to return to the surface for air. He gasped for it hungrily, he clearly wasn't preserving his air as he swam and doing short and slow releasing breaths. That was his problem.
Neteyam seemed to understand what she meant in theory but under the water he seemed somehow confused so she decided to show him exactly what she meant. She brought him to the surface, "Take four big breaths for me, slowly in and out. Feel it down here in your belly" she instructed while her hands pressed onto his right stomach below the surface of the water making him inhale sharply. He did as she asked and then she made a closing motion with her hand meaning to shut his mouth before grabbing his hand and pulling him down to the ocean floor with her.
The murky sand settled beneath their feet and Neteyam tried to remain calm so far under water but then Hera took his face in her hands to make him only look at her. She showed him how she let small breaths out at regular intervals in order to not have stale air circulating in her mouth and lungs. It was this sort of visual learning that he understood so well, perhaps more so because his teacher was incredibly beautiful. When she saw his eyes widen and his nostrils flare, she pulled him to the surface where he floated on his back gulping air like it was his day job. "You have strong lungs, you ride the winds on the ikran's back and it shows when you are beneath the waves" she murmured and his face turned a lovely shade of violet.
She ran her fingers over his cheek causing him to splutter in surprise and move upright to tread water beside her, "Sorry, I was just admiring your cheeks, they're such a beautiful shade right now. Such a pretty boy" she crooned and just like that he was putty in her hands, he wanted to be her pretty boy and nobody else's.
They floated together, side by side allowing the current to shift them further apart and then so very close again, so close in fact that twice her lips just grazed his shoulder which she rather sweetly apologised for. If this was an earth movie then it would surely end with the girl getting the guy and that's where this was all planned to go, right?
"Tsireya invited me to a bonfire tonight but I've never gone to one before, could I come with you so I don't get lost?" She asked, this wasn't a lie as she hadn't ever gone to one of the bonfires, at least none in Awa'atlu anyway. Neteyam thought for a moment, torn between his normal routine of staying available in case of any emergency but would he ever get a chance to go out with a girl like Hera again if he said no now? "I've never actually been to one myself" he admitted, his confidence wavering as he wrestled internally, "Then we can go together and share our first time?" She asked with those big, blue eyes looking up at him all so innocently as if she didn't just say something that would give any young man all sorts of thoughts.
He nodded, all willpower moving right out of him along with the current. "That's great! I won't be alone then!" She gasped excitedly and grabbed his hand to spin him in a circle that left him grinning like a fool. "Come, let's go back to shore and tell Tsireya how well you did!" She was a bubble of energy and it was easy to get sucked into it along with her. They made their way back with a lazy pace enjoying the sun and some playful splashing that resulted in giggling and laughter. Their fun was witnessed from the Sully Marui with Lo'ak, Tsireya, Kiri, Aonung and Roxto peering out around the corner and keeping tabs on the situation only to have to hurry to act natural when Hera and Neteyam come up to the Marui to find them.
"There you are, you wouldn't believe how well Neteyam was doing! I think he will have it down within the week!" Hera sang triumphantly, "that's great! I knew you would be able to help" Tsireya said while acting the most natural of all of the teens. "Is everyone in for tonight?" Roxto asked and there was some lively chatter who h died the moment that Hera spoke up, "Neteyam and I are coming too" she said so an eerily silent group. "I'll believe that when I see it" Aonung said which earned him a smack off Kiri because the skxawn knew the entire plan with Hera was to GET Neteyam out of the Marui and TO the bonfire and not antagonise him to do the opposite.
They all settled and chatted, Hera helped Kiri to unravel some netting and rework it so that it would hold it's desired shape longer rather than simply drooping and then Tsireya looked outside, "We've got to go but I guess we will come to get you later?" She said grabbing Hera and pulling her out of the Marui, she had a whole outfit planned for the Ta'anui girl and needed all the time she could afford to make it work out to be the most irresistible look in existence. "I told you he was sweet, didn't I?" Tsireya chuckled when she caught Hera waving back at Neteyam from the shoreline, "You didn't say he was so pretty Reya!" Her friend chastised before they burst into giggles. Their Summer of Love was just truly beginning.
Neteyam still debated making up an excuse to stay home up until he heard Tsireya in the doorway again ready to collect them. He was so lost that he didn't hear Hera come in and walk right up behind him. "Something wrong, pretty boy?" She asked and he whirled around only to stop dead and stare outright at his date for the evening. She wore a fine net skirt with seaglass and pearl details over her small loincloth and then wore a top of woven seagrass that held a single circle of seaglass the exact shade of her eyes in the hollow of her throat. Her hair was loose, down past her buttocks in tight natural coils with beach wood beads and pearls threaded throughout. She looked like a vision of beauty, she was perfect.
"Nothing's wrong at all" he found himself saying and Hera smiled as she laced her arm through his and pulled him out of the Marui before he could change his mind. Neteyam almost enjoyed the looks of envy that the other young men passed him when they saw Hera on his arm, she was a shining gem much like the seaglass gleaming on her neckline. Hera had managed the impossible, she alone had been the one to bring Neteyam all the way to the bonfire and he sat down! He was even smiling, enjoying the music and helping to hand out the food like any other teen would. Lo'ak and Tsireya were grinning like fools, thick as thieves as they viewed their plan a huge success.
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"You're not too cold are you?" Neteyam asked and Hera smiled, "No, you're nice and warm so I'll just stay near you" she replied which brought blood to his cheeks and the violet blush she loved so much too. As the evening wore on Hera moved to sit between Neteyam's feet to rest her head on his legs and stay warm as the evening took a sudden cold turn. His hands began to fiddle with her hair aimlessly, combing it out with his fingers and then loosely braiding her long tresses just to comb it out again and begin the process from the start. Hera was more relaxed than Tsireya had seen her in years, since childhood maybe or even before then.
He leaned his body over her and shielded her against the cool air, his arms pulling her back into his chest where she found the divine warmth that lulled her right to sleep. He was so very gentle, so sweet and warm. All the things she had always wanted from a potential mate, she would be a fool if she didn't say anything and let someone else snatch him up. He woke her slowly as the bonfire wound down and people began to depart to their homes. "Nooooo, I'm too warm here" she whined and he laughed, Neteyam actually laughed at her. "Come on, let me help you up and we'll get you home" he soothed but she wasn't having it and pouted before groaning and then finally relenting.
"I had a lot of fun tonight Neteyam, I really enjoyed myself" she said as they walked slowly back toward the village, "So did I, I'll have to come again" he replied which was the truth of course. "I have never met anyone like you before, Pretty Boy" she said, taking his hand and pulling him gently to face her, to really face her as she bared her heart to him. "Me either, you're a special person and I'm sure anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate" he replied and Hera could have groaned with how.dense he was being. "Someone like you?" She asked rather pointedly and he cocked his head as if considering it, and her.
"If I had you then yes, I would be very lucky" he said finally which made her heart race with hope, "I'm right here Neteyam, all you have to do is tell me to stay" she said softly as a stray tear fell from her left eye and sat on her cheek like a tiny star on her skin. He stepped closer and raised his hand to cup her cheek, stroking away the stray tear before smiling at her like a light was illuminating him from within, "I see you, Hera" he proclaimed and she threw herself into his arms, their lips meeting under the light of the stars for the first time.
Sometimes you just know when you've met your person and luckily enough for Neteyam he now had Hera who had moved from Ta'anui to Awa'atlu along with her mother to work with Ronal. If it wasn't for Tsireya and Lo'ak, he might have not met his mate for many years but now he had her by his side and he felt like he could conquer Pandora if she was by his side.
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Sve harrington × Hendersonreader like Steve and Reader are taking care of the Kids in his house and Is start Rain and the child start dance and play under the Rain. Steve Is like "WTF? that's stupid c'mon!" Reader look at he and said "c'mon It's fun!" She bring he under the Rain and Just stay here.Steve look ath the Reader and think Is beautiful.reader noticed that She said "you're hair'..." "That's not a problem" "are you aure?" And they start put near to each other.after Reader took Steve hand and start run behind a tree. "What are you doin-" like Reader Steve kiss, "It's ok?" "I like you.i Always waited for this" "soo...now?what we do Stevie?" "I now wath do now" he kiss Reader " but i don't know for After" and then like Lucas Scream "Steve we come in!" "Ok! I come!". Reader look at Steve "and Dustin?" "It's a secret.i don't know." "Ok.i think we have to go" "WAIT!!!!" "What ? " "One another kiss!" "Okk!" After like two or three kiss "Steve we have to go really!" "Ok fine :(" they come inside and max and El take Reader in One another room and are "YOU AND STEVE ARE KISSED!" "WAIT?how..?" "Me and El find you behind the tree" "really?" "Yes.you two are cute" "ok thanks.but Is a secret!" "Ok!" "You promise?" "Promise!" After Reader talk whit Steve"max and El know."
Something like that! Bye <3!
Rain kiss with Steve, I'll be dreaming of this tonight <3
Steve was standing under the porch light, his hands placed on his hips while he continued to tell the kids that they were going to get sick. He looked like a big brother who actually cared about their well beings even if they refused to listen. You grabbed his hand, pulling him out into the rain, and if Steve really wanted to he could've stayed put but he let you drag him out.
His hair got wet and his clothes grew darker from the rain, he looked like a soaking wet puppy and it was nothing short of adorable to you. "Stevie your hair." You were shocked he wasn't more freaked out about the loose curls sticking to his forehead, losing all volume.
"It doesn't matter." Steve blinked through the rain, he would've complained if it was anyone else, he would've sworn and forced his way back inside but he would've let you guide him anywhere.
"Are you sure?" You pulled your arms around yourself, feeling the cold now your clothes were wet through. He nodded and your eyes fell to his lips, his pretty, red, and now wet lips. A raindrop touched the corner of his mouth and you felt jealous. You also felt the sudden need to kiss him.
Steve didn't move when your hand touched his face and he could suddenly taste your chapstick, it was like he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. "God." Steve mumbled to himself, his hands at your side now he was sure he wasn't dreaming, now he could see you looking up at him waiting for him to say something, anything. "You don't know how long I've waited for that."
You laughed and Steve couldn't help but join you, finding the sound made his heart ache and his cheeks flush.
You looked around, the kids still dancing in the middle of the street like they were nine years old. "What now?" You were drunk on the taste of Steve lips and it was hard to even think but you didn't want this to end tonight, that would've killed you.
"I don't know, we can't tell Dustin, he'll do ungodly things to me."
Inside the house the kids called out for Steve, Lucas' voice louder than the rest, the rain had gotten a lot worse and like two idiots you and Steve were still standing in it.
"I think we have to go in-"
"No." Steve grabbed your arm, keeping you in front of him, he couldn't go all night without kissing you again, not now he knew what it felt like. "One more kiss." You smiled and Steve quickly closed the space between you so that he could feel it. After one or two more kisses he let you go, with a lovesick grin on his face and a shy smile on yours.
It took you two seconds after stepping in the house to be screamed at, you hadn't even taken your shoes off and the two younger girls were dragging you down the hall.
"You kissed Steve." Max rolled her eyes like you weren't the grown-up in this situation. "We saw."
"Yes, but it's a secret, okay?" Both girls exchanged a look but agreed, happy to know something the boys didn't. You rushed to Steve, the send you were at his side he tried to discreetly hold your hand as you whispered, "Max and El know."
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v3nusxsky · 1 year
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Hellooo I wanted to ask for a leonora lesso x reader fic that's hurt/comfort, when r has a nightmare of a previous SA she wakes up and accidentally destroys stuff w her telekinesis abilities and leo tries to comfort her but r pushes her away because she doesn't want to hurt her, Leo assures her that she won't get hurt and comforts r through it? It's oddly specific but inspired by that song beuatiful boy by John Lennon and yoko ono specifically that remix that goes [the monsters gone hes on the run and your gfs here] this is something I experience when I dream of it sometimes and you write comfort so well <3
He's gone Darling
*Authors note~ I had to check this song out I've seen it all over my TikTok but never placed the song till now.  Y'all really are giving me some amazing songs to add to my playlist &lt;;3*
Trigger warnings~ past sexual assault
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
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You hated that they could still hurt you now. It didn't seem fair. You'd suffered at their hands for years, abuse of every kind and you never told a soul due to the fear it would get worse and no one would believe you. Yet you'd managed to escape now and you were safe. You'd found a nice job in the school for good and evil. And hell you'd even healed enough and found a beautiful woman who made you feel like you were the most beautiful person in the world. Your life had started looking up until these stupid nightmares began.
At first you tried to mask them, not really wanting to admit that he still had power over you.  But your girlfriend was extremely observant and noticed you were avoiding her. She confronted you about it and you explained everything. Immediately she began thinking of anything that could help get a good nights rest. Together you decided you'd sleep in her chambers tonight and she'd watch over you to ensure your safety. Truthfully you were scared but the idea of curling up in her embrace sounded so much more appealing than the fear you felt.
That night you were all snuggled into her side, head resting in her chest as she held you rubbing soothing circles and humming to you as you fell asleep. Safe. That's all you had to remind yourself. You were safe with her. Her hand never left your back or your hair and for a while you were okay. Your little sleepy breaths were truly adorable and she couldn't understand just how they could've hurt you.
Your breathing sped up, and your limbs began to flail, tossing and turning as you tried to escape the memories and images your mind conjured up. A traumatic onslaught of the worst times of your life. Your own telekinetic abilities responding to the blur of emotions you were experiencing. Your body trying to protect itself from the threat that was no longer real. Lamps, clothing and even a few picture frames were being thrown across the room. Leonora ducking every single one and attempting to rouse you from the torment of your own mind. Your dream state was too strong and as the dream progressed so did the items being thrown as you hit and kicked out desperate to make it stop. Your crys were crushing her heart as she sat helplessly calling for you to wake up reminding you that you are safe with her and they weren't here no more. It's just your Nora.
You awoke with a frightened scream and you immediately pulled your knees to your chest rocking yourself as you cried. You hardly registered your girlfriends presence or her words of reassurance as you continued to babble incoherently about what you'd seen, what they did. Leonora knew it was wrong, that you had no control over the information you were now telling her but the rage that bubbled beneath the surface was a different monster to battle. They weren't important right now, what was important was you.
"Love? Can I touch you? I need you to calm your breathing darling girl" she murmured and you flinched away from her. "No! No touch! Please no" you sobbed absolutely broken. "Okay darling okay no touch can you take some deep breaths?" You nodded and greedily sucked air into your burning lungs. "Good girl pretty, you're doing so good. That's it keep going" she encouraged until you finally felt ready enough to throw yourself into her awaiting arms.
You sat there in silence snuffling quietly into the column of her neck. You'd nuzzle closer every now and then and she would make sure to hold you tighter. "Love? You're getting sleepy shall we try again?" She murmured kissing your head. How on earth did she know you were falling asleep cradled into her body. "Scared" you mumbled, "wrecked room" you whispered guiltily. "Hush love I don't mind about the room. How would you like to try sleeping?"
"Mmm like this?"  You mumbled not really wanting to move. Thankfully you didn't have to, Leonora shifted to lay more comfortably for you both and hummed you to sleep once more. They may have hurt you but you had her now and no one would ever do such a thing to you ever again. The last thing you heard was the reassuring words, "The monsters gone  he's  on the run and your Leo's here my beautiful beautiful beautiful girl"
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Rosalie O. || I’ve got my eyes on you
Warning • one sided love?, mentions same sex relationship as taboo (nun homophobic ion do that shit)
Genre • lil angst, fluff at the end
Pairing • Rosalie x black fem! reader
A/n: it’s 4 in the morning don’t mind my mistakes 🙃 but I put my heart and soul into this one…it’s kinda short tho but leave me alone 😭😭
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You've had your eye on her since you first set foot on this boat. She is stunning, from the way her eyes twinkle with confidence, to how her skin glows in the sun or moonlight, to even the way she carries herself. She is self-assured, knows her worth, and isn't afraid to put others in their place. You found it insanely attractive, but you couldn't act on your feelings because being in a romantic relationship of the same gender is extremely taboo, so you buried your sinful thoughts away for only you to know.
"My Rosalie, you're amazing on the piano, isn't she y/n?" Linnet smiled as she admired her friend's talent on the piano. You blinked out of your trance, nodding.
“Oh yeah she’s very skilled, such lovely talent.”
Rosalie bowed her head and thanked you, and you smiled and walked away, trying not to stare too long.
You found yourself walking towards the deck, where you sipped champagne while staring at the night sky. The stars were beautiful tonight, and the Nile glistened just right in the moonlight; you wish you had someone to share this moment with, but the type of love you desire is forbidden in the eyes of others.
"May I join you, Ms. y/n?" You turn around to see Rosalie, the woman whom you adore.
“Oh Mrs. Otterbourne, of course you can join me” you welcomed her a little too eagerly.
“It’s Ms by the way I’m unmarried” she corrected and you nodded.
"Right my apologies," you said, she gave you a small smile understanding your mistake. You watched her as she leaned against the railing, the wind blowing through her light curls; her beauty was breathtaking, her skin soft and dewy, as if she had been blessed by Aphrodite herself. Your gaze was drawn lower as you examined her attire, which ranged from Coco Chanel to Madeleine Vionnet, it was very rare for people of color to have such money to buy luxurious clothing but she could.
“She’s looks beautiful in blue.”
“Excuse me?” You jolt from hearing her voice, “I- um” my god y/n can you be any more dense, you internally curse at yourself.
“Rosalie, y/n come join the festivities!” you were saved by a drunk Simon bursting through the doors trying to reel you back into the party, but you couldn’t go back and party not after almost accidentally revealing your feelings to your crush who happens to be another woman.
"No thank you, I'm a little tired, I think I'll go get some rest, goodnight to both of you," you said as you walked up the stairs towards your room.
While closing the door you let out a breath of air you didn’t realizing you were holding. You made your way to the bathroom wanting to wash off the embarrassment you were feeling, while in the shower all you could of was her and it was frustrating.
You tried to distract yourself by thinking about tomorrow's activities, they said everyone was going to see an ancient tomb, that should be fun you thought. You were rubbing in your moisturizer when you heard a light knock on your door. You weren't in the mood to open it, and you also didn't feel like talking to anyone so you ignored it.
“It’s me Rosalie, do you mind letting me in? I know you’re awake because your light is still on.” You gasped jumping up from your seat snatching your robe off the bed quickly putting it on.
“May I help you?” You ask politely.
“You know I’m not stupid and I don’t like bein’ played for a fool” she snickered walking pass you entering your room.
“Whatever do you mean Ms. Otter- um I mean Rosalie?” You questioned tying your robe tighter around you. She took a seat on your bed crossing her legs “I mean you y/n, don’t think I don’t notice those longing stares, the way you blush when I complement your blouse or perfume, the way you-“
“Please stop! I'm sorry, okay?" you say, flustered, “I'm going to stop everything; I'm not going to look at you, talk to you, or even breathe in your direction. I know you're probably disgusted with me for having feelings for a woman, and I know it's not right," you hung your head in shame, refusing to make eye contact with her, you can't believe she found out you didn't think you were that obvious. You sat down on the vanity seat, feeling nauseous.
“You’re absolutely right it is seen as wrong but I never said I cared” your head shot up in confusion to see her wearing a flirtatious smirk “I’m sorry if my advances seemed a little- what’s the word…vague? But I am also interested in you. So no need to go boo-hooin’ and apologizin’ darlin ” you couldn’t believe your ears, Rosalie was into you?
“Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“Well I found it amusing seeing you squirm but it was becoming a little too obvious so I came here tonight to tell you I feel the same way.”
To say you were elated was a complete understatement, the most beautiful woman you’ve met like you back. Unable to contain your excitement you let out a little giggle, Rosalie noticed and smiled, you got up and went to join her on the bed.
"So what now?" When you ask, she takes your hands in hers and places them in her lap.
She smiled at you with sincerity. "I am not ashamed in who I am but I’m also not dumb either we'll be known as friends to others, but to us it'll be much more" she rubbed your knuckles with her thumb while staring at you in awe "Well I should be off to my room now it's pretty late and don’t wanna raise questions" you frowned not wanting to see her go but knowing you'd see her tomorrow brought you joy.
"Night y/n and don’t forget I’ve got my eye on you.”
"Good night Rosalie," you smiled as she kissed your cheek and exited your room, and you watched her walk down to her room before returning to yours.
"Wow, what a night."
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Tonight's mood:
In need of an all day tease and denial thing at the hands of a demon femme.
Where she's woken up before me because I had a hell of a day the day before and am tired. Her kisses are gentle, yet firm and one of the few things that can coax me out of a deep sleep. I'm still bleary eyed when she pulls the leather cuffs from the nightstand and holds my gaze as she fastens them around my wrists then attaches them with rope to the anchor points bolted to the bed.
And then her kisses are gone and she's just out of reach, but then I can see what she's wearing: her favorite lingerie set that she knows I adore on her, lacey and sheer in all the right places in a way that leaves me aching for her.
Running her hands over herself, the show is as much for her as it is for me, as a sleepy whine escapes my throat as I tug against the restraints, needing to reach out and touch her on instinct.
"Uh-uh, no touching handsome, just watch" Her voice is the softest torture to my ears because she's soooo beautiful, so perfect, she knows me so well, knows I need what she has planned, knows I'll do anything to be good for her, but my need to touch her is so strong, and I know when she's like this I'll be thoroughly wrung out by the end of the night before she curls into my side again.
She waits until I nod my understanding with a quiet "yes Ma'am" before she resumes her show as I take her in greedily, losing myself in her motions until her fingers dip under the lacey fabric of her panties and she lets out the sweetest moan, shuddering as she pleasures herself, all sense of teasing tossed aside and I can't help but let out another whine, my hips bucking, clit aching at the absence of any stimulation, of watching her fill herself with her fingers wishing it was me filling her, knowing it should be me filling her.
It's an exercise in quiet futility, the closer she gets to her release, the more I tug on my restraints, whining and whimpering softly, not enough to distract her and make her stop, but enough that she knows I'm already so needy for her. More moans spill from her lips and her breath hitches, my body tensing with hers, and then she finally finds her release and even though my body relaxes with her, there's none of the bliss that's gracing her features, only lingering, throbbing need.
She leans forward and kisses me, still breathless, before she undoes my restraints and moves out of my grasp with a smile on her lips.
Throughout the day she teases me, orders me around, and I'm all too happy to lean into it, to sink into it because I've been carrying on, trudging along for a while and I'm eager to put that weight aside for a time.
She's got my chin gingerly between her thumb and forefinger, while I edge myself me over and over for her, I've lost count how many, wave after wave of building pressure never quite peaking, pushing all thoughts out until I'm a panting, whining, whimpering mess for her, but it feels so good to be good for her, too good to stop edging, too good to dare to cum, and she knows it.
Humping her leg after being given permission only for her to look down with a dismissive "that's enough now, pup."
Clinging to her and shuddering as I stop, burying my face in her thigh and nodding, muttering a thank you.
Then later in the evening, a while after I've made us dinner, we're in bed where this day started and there's a glimmer of hope in my eyes, she'd asked me to hard pack after dinner...surely this time she'd let me cum?
It doesn't take much to make me empty headed again, she's in my lap, grinding against my bulge and kissing my neck 'til I'm dizzy with her. Just her, Her, HER in a loop in my mind. So much so that I don't even realize the static noise floating around my ears is made up of my whines and whimpers and frantic pleas of "please, Ma'am" and "baby, please" and I couldn't even tell you what I was begging for.
She murmurs something I vaguely catch as her saying I've been such a good boy, so helpful, so useful, so perfect for her and she knows those words tug at my head, my heart, my entire being, she's going to use me to make her feel good, and don't I want that? To be even more useful, just for her?
I move to touch her, to help guide her hips as she rides me and feel her hand around my throat, her quiet tsk of disappointment piercing and stopping my movements.
"Toys don't touch, baby." She accentuates the word "Toys" with an intoxicating squeeze of my throat before she starts riding as my palms plant themselves on the bed, fingers digging into and gripping the blankets.
She's driving me out of my mind, the pressure of my strap hitting just right and her moans sending tingles down my spine the closer she gets to another orgasm and my pleas start again and I bury my face in her chest, trying to resist the urge, and she lets me, because I've come too far, I can't disappoint her and it's getting so hard holding out when she feels like solace and sounds like heaven, perfection incarnate.
She never says it though, never gives permission, even after she cums, even after she yawns and peels herself out of her outfit. Not even as she kisses me, and can surely see the sticky, wet, glistening mess clinging to my thighs.
"This was fun, pup, you were such a good boy for me. We should do this again." She smiles, seemingly unaware or ignoring my desperate state, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, didn't want it again.
It wouldn't be forever either, I trust her to know me well enough to give me that release when I'm good and ready, when she's good and ready.
She knows I needed a break, and she is more than happy to give me one.
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NO NO NO I LIED!!! 46 with Fearne and Opal. 7 with Orym and whomever suits your fancy.
7. "Here. You look hungry."
Bet you didn't expect me to go with Mister of all characters fdlksjhdf but no this is a Fearne and Orym fic and it did make me tear up a bit so like, enjoy! I love their friendship and I want them to talk more ~Martin
Word count: 1,638
Content warnings: food mention, anxiety, grief (the whole fic is about grief), canonical temporary character death
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Sitting in the chilly night air on the deck of the Silver Sun, Orym was thinking about a lot of things. He'd spent a couple hours already tonight lost in thought about Laudna, and dying with her and Fearne and being brought back one short, and how to try to help Imogen, and where they could go and who it would be best to beg aid from, but now his thoughts turned towards Dusk--Yu and the Calloways.
He couldn't hold back a shudder as the image of Yu shifting into the visage of a half-elven man flashed in his mind unbidden. It made him feel sick. They hadn't actually looked anything like Will, thank gods, but it was still...deeply uncomfortable, and made Orym wonder if it was just some horrible coincidence or if Yu had somehow pried into his mind.
And the Calloways...he had hardly had time to talk to Fearne about how she felt about that whole thing. Not that Fearne was very good at talking about her feelings. As well as Orym knew Fearne by now, as much as he adored her, he didn’t understand her, and he wondered how well she actually understood herself.
There was a slight scampering sound behind him. On high alert, Orym whipped around. The deck was still empty, save for a small monkey approaching him from the hold door.
“Oh, hi,” Orym said, relaxing and sitting back down. “Hey, buddy. What’s up?”
Mister came over and made a little cooing noise. His warmth was welcome in the cold, and Orym smiled as the elemental cozied up by his side. He stroked Mister’s fur.
“Whatcha doing up here by yourself?” Orym asked. “Did Fearnie send you to check on me?” He paused. “I’m talking to a monkey.”
With another soft noise, Mister tugged on his sleeve and looked at him with pleading, shimmering eyes.
Orym formed a bright red nasturtium flower and offered it to him. “Here, you look hungry,” he said. “Do you even need to eat? Fearne always dodges the question, I’m not sure she knows. But you sure do eat a lot.”
Mister snatched the flower and put it in his mouth, where it disappeared with a puff of smoke. He gave a purring trill, but then tugged Orym’s sleeve more urgently.
“Oh, okay, buddy, is something wrong?” Orym said, concerned now. “Is Fearne okay?” He stood up. “I’ll follow you, show me what’s wrong.”
The monkey grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the hold, through the narrow hall, and to the door to the bunk that Orym and Fearne were sharing. The door was partially ajar, and even though Orym didn’t really think his caution would be warranted, he put his hand on his sword hilt as he quietly nudged the door open and looked around.
Fearne was sprawled facedown on the bunk in her nightshirt. Orym felt a jolt of terror before forcing himself to pause and notice her breathing. When he had thoroughly reassured himself that she was alive, he went over and climbed up onto the thin mattress with her. Mister followed, jumped onto the bed, and curled up at Fearne’s hip. 
“Hey, Fearnie,” Orym whispered, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep.
“Mmm,” she said, too flatly. She was definitely awake.
Orym frowned. He put a hand on her back. “Mister came looking for me. Are you okay?”
“It’s been hours,” she said into her pillow. “It’s bedtime and you’ve been out for hours.”
“Oh…” Orym winced and rubbed her back apologetically. “Fearne, I’m–”
“I’m tired,” Fearne declared, and he had rarely heard her sound quite this upset.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he told her. “I know. I’m sorry. I just…couldn’t stop thinking, Fearne, I can’t stop thinking long enough to sleep, and…and the fresh air and watching the moons makes it easier.” His voice shook. “All that thinking and I didn’t think about how it would make you feel. I’m sorry. I’m here now.”
She hesitated, then rolled onto her side to face him. With a pang, he noticed that her eyes were rimmed with red. She had been crying. The soft fuzz on the sides of her face was pressed down in odd directions, like she’d been facedown in the pillow for quite a while.
“Oh, oh...” Orym was suddenly on the brink of tears himself. He reached out and cradled her face in his hands, stroking her hair back, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Not for the first time, he was grateful for her fey nature and the fact that she didn’t have any of the usual hangups people had about physical affection. Touching their foreheads together, he murmured, “You can always come and find me, Fearnie, if you’re feeling bad.”
“Dorian used to say that when you go off by yourself it’s because you need to be alone,” Fearne said, sniffling.
“I do want to be alone sometimes, but you’re more important to me than that,” Orym said sincerely. "Always come find me. Always."
"Okay, okay, I will."
Orym nudged her to lift her head and rest it in his lap, wishing he could more easily scoop her up into his arms and just hold her like she could do to him. Scratching lightly at her scalp at the base of her horns, hands buried to the wrists in fluffy green hair and stray flowers, he said, "I'm here now, do you want to talk about it? I haven't checked in with you much recently."
There was a long silence. Orym could feel her calming down, her body relaxing. He didn't press. He figured that she would talk if she wanted to and stay quiet if she didn't.
Eventually, she spoke. "There's more being sad than I thought there would be at first."
"Yeah?" Orym stroked the velvet-soft back of one of her ears. "There's a lot of it, for sure."
"It's just all the time," Fearne continued. "I thought...I thought I knew how sad worked, it's something from a long time ago and then it stops. And it doesn't happen much."
That made sense from what he knew of Fearne's long life in the Feywild. As far as he was aware, the only grief she had ever known was the leaving of her parents. She had no experience with the constant small and great tragedies of living in the world of mortals.
Someone who knew her less well might have responded like she was a child, telling her that was just the way of life and she would have to get used to it. But Orym wasn't going to do that. After running his hand over her hair a few more times, he asked genuinely, "Do you think it's worth it?"
"Oh, yes," Fearne replied without hesitation, and Orym's heart eased. For just a moment, he had wondered if she was getting tired of it all and wanted to go home. "Do you?"
He took a shuddery breath, lowering his head to bury his face down in Fearne's hair and breathe in the intoxicating smoky sweetness of her scent. He let all of the grief that had made its home in his body and mind come to the surface, and he ached. 
Dear, sweet Laudna, her body still without her usual constant fidgeting and swaying. Being called back to life by Fearne and watching Will slip from his fingers again. The poor twins he had never and would never meet, cut down for their curiosity. Dorian leaving him and Fearne with a cold, empty space in their bed. Bertrand dying alone in an alley, finding his body too late to help him. Leaving Dariax and Opal in Byroden, watching Opal try to fight back sticky black tears while Dariax sobbed openly as they hugged Fearne and Dorian goodbye, knowing it was his fault they were being separated even though in the end it was each of their choices. Fy'ra Rai disappearing before they really got the chance to know her. Over and over, losing the people who he had met and cared for during his travels, who his wandering heart and restless body could never stay with for long.
Will. Derrig.
Further back, all of the usual devastations of adolescence and childhood. Waiting at the window for his father to come back while hearing the tears in his mother's voice as she tried to explain to the child who didn't want to understand that he never would.
And back to the ship. The weight and warmth of Fearne's head in his lap made all the grief settle back to where it had been before, infinitely bearable because it had to be. "Most of the time," he told her with a surprisingly steady voice. "Yeah, it's worth it. I'm glad you think so, too."
She hummed and brought her arm up to wrap around his back. "I'm tired," she said plaintively. "Lay down with me."
Even if he had wanted to, Fearne was nearly impossible to say no to. He scooted out from underneath her head and let her pull him into her arms to snuggle against her chest. His absolute bone-deep exhaustion struck him as soon as he was horizontal. "Next time, you just come and drag me to bed, okay?" Orym said sleepily. "Sending Mister worked too, though."
"I didn't send him," Fearne mumbled into the top of his head.
"Huh." Orym raised his head slightly to look at the little elemental, who met his gaze with a weirdly knowing expression on his furry monkey face. "Well, thanks, Mister." He reached out to pat his head. "Good boy."
Mister mimed putting something in his mouth, and Orym let out an affectionate laugh as he conjured another edible flower for him before closing his eyes and letting himself rest.
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