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scarletts-scribbles · 3 months

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Sleeping Beauty

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: Hey! I am so sorry this took so long! Things got busy and life was in the way so enjoy an almost 4k long saga of pure Nat fluff as a humble apology <3 (excuse editing mistakes, its too late :,)

⁀➷ Summary: The 5 times Natasha Romanoff falls asleep where she shouldn't and the 1 time she does.

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Falling asleep was usually done in a bed. Preferably a comfy bed with a large spread of blankets to nestle into. That was your idea of a good place to sleep at least. However, as you’d come to learn, Natasha wasn’t exactly picky on where she chose to sleep.

The first time it had happened, the two of you were on a long train journey across Europe. You had been tasked with a mission in Prague, and Natasha insisted on accompanying you – which of course, you didn’t object to. Despite the urgency of the mission, the train ride had offered a rare moment of respite from the chaos of your usual lives.

You were only a couple hours or so into the half-day long journey when Natasha had seemingly lost interest in the book she’d been reading over, shifting in her seat as she folded the corner of her page and set the book on the small accompanying table. The train the two of you were riding was fairly modern, which made a pleasant change for once, so the luxury having a table with your seats was definitely something she was going to make use of.

You glanced over down at her, observing her subtle movements. She caught your gaze and offered a small, mysterious smile before leaning back in her seat. She sat there for a moment before you heard her shift again, this time you felt Nat’s head come to rest against your shoulder, her whole body leaning into your direction as she cosied up to you.

“You quite comfy there?” You teased gently, earning herself a small laugh as the redhead hid a smile against your shoulder.

"Very comfy," She replied, her voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through your chest. "You make a good pillow."

The corners of your lips rose into an amused grin, “Is that so?” You rolled your eyes playfully as your hand came to settle on the back of her head, fingers running softly through her gorgeous red curls.

As the rhythmic clattering of the train wheels continued, Natasha's breathing gradually slowed, and you could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against your side. The next time you’d looked down at her, her eyes had fluttered closed. Not in the way that someone rests their eyes but in way that someone closed their eyes after they’d given into the lull of sleep.

My, my, Natasha Romanoff. How you weren’t going to forget this.

You stole glances at her every now and then, admiring the serene expression on her face as she surrendered to sleep. It was a side of Nat that few were privileged to see – she was vulnerable, peaceful, and utterly captivating. Her usually alert demeanour softened in slumber, her features smooth and unguarded. Usually, this type of vulnerability was reserved for spaces where she couldn’t be witnessed but here, she was, curled up on your shoulder, sound asleep for the world to see.

You didn’t dare to disturb her, afraid that any sudden movement might wake her up. Instead, you shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position, careful not to jostle your sleeping girlfriend too much.

But as time passed, you found yourself growing accustomed to the weight of her head against your shoulder, the warmth of her body seeping into yours. It was a sensation you hadn't expected to enjoy as much as you did, feeling oddly content in this shared moment.

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Now that was the thing about Natasha, she never failed to surprise you. Natasha Romanoff, the dangerous Black Widow herself. You could’ve never imagined she could possibly be so soft like this. It was from that moment onwards that you’d started to take a more thorough note of her sleeping habits.

The next memorable time had been only a few short weeks later. The pair of you had returned home from your mission and after a day or two settling back in, you both had to do the one thing every Avenger dreaded.

Mission reports.

They were just so boring! Of course, you understood why they were necessary for health and safety and such, but those reasons never seemed to be enough encouragement to sit from the hours of typing up, signing and filing documents. But it had to be done.

At least this time you had Natasha with you. The pair of you always did yours together anyway so being on joint missions just simplified the task. It wasn’t hard by any means, just very, very tedious.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you stared at the mountain of paperwork in front of you, scattered across the table. Natasha, ever the professional, sat next to you, her expression stoic as she typed away on her laptop. The dim lighting in the room only added to the monotony of the task at hand.

"Nat, how do you manage to make something as bland as just typing sound so deadly?" You quipped, earning a small smirk from her, “You type with such assertion. It’s honestly impressive.”

She glanced at you over the rim of her reading glasses (the ones which you’d picked out for her even though she had insisted she hadn’t needed them) her green eyes locking onto yours. "Practice, darling. Lots and lots of practice."

As you both continue typing away, the monotony of the task begins to take its toll. After what felt like an eternity, Natasha finally pushed her laptop away and stretched, her muscles groaning in protest. "I think we've earned a break, don’t you?" She suggested, looking at the clock on the wall. "Why don't you go grab us some food? I'll stay here and finish up the last bit."

Relieved to escape the paperwork for a while, you agreed eagerly. "Food sounds good love. What are you in the mood for?"

She thought for a moment before replying, "Surprise me. Just nothing too greasy, please."

You nodded, standing up and stretching your own tired limbs. "Got it. Mind if I go take a short walk first, I could really use some fresh air, be back in a bit?"

“Yeah of course sweetheart,” Nat smiled and waved you off, “Take your time darling, we’re in no rush.”

You stretched out your arms as you stood up, shaking out the dull aches that had formed before moving round to Nat’s side of the table to plant a sneaky kiss to her cheek, “I won't be too long, maybe half an hour at the longest.”

Your kiss left her warm inside, and you shot her a small wave as you headed out the room. You hadn’t realised how tired you were until you’d started walking around the compound. The heating had been set so it would be comfortably warm for the two of you and the sudden chill of the outside air had you snapping awake. Going for a quick walk didn’t take long, all you really wanted to do was move around a little so after 15 minutes or so, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and made a pickup order at a local takeout place.

You’d decided pasta was a safe bet for dinner. Plus, you’d added a fruit smoothie for Natasha too. It didn’t take long to collect your food; it was only a short walk away and they’d actually made it fairly fast. In total you’d taken around 25 minutes or so, not too far from your estimate and you hummed to yourself casually as you made your way back the meeting room where you and Natasha had set up in.

As you approached the meeting room, you had to balance the bags of food in your arms, you pushed the door open gently, trying not to disturb Natasha in case she was still working. However, what you saw instead made your heart melt.

There she was, slouched over slightly in her chair, her head resting on folded arms with her curly red hair falling messily onto the desk. The dim reflection of light from her open laptop cast a gentle glow on her peaceful face, accentuating the tired lines that usually went unnoticed.

The sight of your girlfriend snoozing was adorable. You could never quite understand how just small redhead could be so cute. Gently, you reached out to brush a few strands of her tousled hair away from her face, helpless to stop your lips from forming into a soft smile.

The bags of takeout were momentarily forgotten as you carefully set them down on the nearest surface. Sitting down you turn her laptop to face you and quietly get on with completing what was left of her report. The weight of the day's responsibilities seemed to fade away as you typed, your prior displeasure being replaced by a quiet contentment in simply being with her.

It didn't take long to complete and after finishing up the report, you closed her laptop gently and put it away before you gathered the takeout bags and set them on the table, arranging the food neatly – it was still warm luckily.

With a tender smile, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Natasha's forehead, eliciting a soft murmur from her. It warmed your heart to see her so at ease, even amid her exhaustion.

Settling back into your chair, you allowed yourself a moment to simply watch her slowly come round from sleep and as Nat stirred awake, blinking sleepily, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at her drowsy expression. "Hey there, sleepyhead," you whispered affectionately, reaching for her hand. "Dinner's ready whenever you are."

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Some people like to say that twice is coincidence but three’s a pattern. And this was certainly a pattern if you’d ever seen one. But you never expected it to happen twice in the same day. Of course it wasn’t a bad thing or anything, if anything you found it adorable that she trusted you enough to be vulnerable and open around.

You loved that she was so comfortable around you. And that comfortability really came to show a few months later when the pair of you had headed down to the gym to train together. The gym had become your shared haven, a place where the two of you could escape the stresses of daily life and focus on the physical and mental benefits of training.

On this particular day, the gym was buzzing with activity. The rhythmic sound of weights clinking and the occasional thud of medicine balls hitting the floor filled the air, Clint and Thor could also be heard grunting and throwing playful insults as they sparred together. Natasha and you decided to take residency in your usual corner.

As you both warmed up, you couldn't help but notice that Nat seemed a bit more fatigued than usual. You could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the subtle signs of a restless night, and the weariness that clung to her movements. Now that you thought about it, you faintly remembered being woken up by her tossing and turning and you began to wonder if she had even managed to get any sleep at all. You couldn't help but worry about pushing herself too hard.

"Come on, Natasha," you said, concern lacing your voice. "We can take it easy today. It's okay to rest. We don't have to push ourselves so hard every time."

But Nat only flashed you a tired smile, appreciating your concern. "I know, but I need this today. It's my way of clearing my mind and getting a bit of release.”

You nodded but as the session progressed, you made sure to keep a watchful eye over her, just to make sure she wasn't overexerting herself – you knew exactly just how she could get carried away. Yet despise her obvious fatigue, the two of you moved seamlessly through various sets of weights, pushing each other to improve.

Eventually, it was obvious you both needed a short break. Natasha stretched, taking deep breaths to regain some energy. You suggested finding a quiet spot to rest for a few minutes, and she agreed. You both settled down, and Nat leaned against the wall, closing her eyes briefly. After a few minutes the fatigue seemed to catch up with her all at once. She let out a soft sigh, and without intending to she let her head drop and gave into the exhaustion that had been lingering since the night before.

You observed as Natasha's breathing steadied, her features relaxing as she drifted into an unexpected slumber. A small smile played on your lips as you realised just how tired she must have been to actually fall asleep amongst the general clatter of background noise.

“You with me Widow?” You cooed in a low voice, hand coming to move aside a strand of sweat soaked hair from her face, biting back a smile as when she slowly woke back up, mumbling something incoherant to herself before looking up at you through sleepy eyes, “Awh look at you nodding off like that, come on baby, that’s enough for one day.”

You gently helped Natasha to her feet, supporting her as she rubbed her eyes and stretched. She blinked groggily, her eyes meeting yours. A faint grin tugged at the corners of her lips, appreciating the care in your voice.

“You awake enough to go get something to eat or do you wanna go get cosy on the sofa for a bit?”

“Can we watch a movie or something?” Natasha murmured softly, her hand finding your own and intwining her fingers in your own.

Of course you agreed. Nothing sounded better than to cosy up and snuggle whilst you watched a film together. It was especially nice considering how it’d give Nat a chance to unwind a little, finally letting her actually rest. Not just saying shes resting then going about her day as usual like she’d normally do.

You settled onto the sofa, Natasha snuggling close, her head finding a comfortable spot in your lap. Gently, you began to massage her scalp, feeling the tension slowly dissipate under your touch. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room as you scrolled through the movie options, eventually settling on Lion King, knowing it was one of her favourites.

The movie began to play in the background, but your all attention was on the peaceful expression settling across Nat's face.

“Oh my sleepy baby girl, again?” You whispered knowingly, recognising the way that her blinking began to slow, taking longer and longer for her to reopen her eyes, “Natty sweetheart, if you’re this tired do you not want to go up to bed? It’d be a lot comfy than sleeping on me my love.” You asked, your hand finding its way to her hair, gently massaging her head of red curls.

Your question fell on deaf ears however as Natasha had already given in and let herself fall back asleep. This wasn’t a problem of course, for now you’d be content to hold and watch over her as long as she needed.

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By now you’d gotten used to Natasha’s sleeping patterns by now. It was an endearing habit by now. Still despite everything, she’d never complain or whine, always content just to fall asleep where she was.

You’d always reminded her that she only had to ask and you’d be more than happy to get cuddled up in her bed with, but she’d never found it in herself to ask.

Your favourite time it happened was only recently. You and Natasha were attending one of Stark’s galas, truthfully the pair of you didn’t really care much for them but Tony had insisted on everyones attendance so you’d both decided to dress up for the occasion.

Natasha looked stunning, her gorgeous curves being accentuated by a beautiful black dress. You were beyond proud to have her on your arm.

As you entered the grand ballroom, Nat's soft hand in your own, you couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her. The way she carried herself with such confidence and grace never failed to captivate you.

The dim lights and elegant decor created the perfect backdrop for the event. As the gala continued the unfold, the two of you shared tales, whispered secrets, and effortlessly danced the night away. The drinks seemed to flow endlessly. Eventually you made the smart decision to switch to plain soda, meanwhile Natasha kept going.

Seeing her like this certainly wasn’t something you were used to. “I’m Russian, I can handle it.” This was her usual go to phrase when it came to drinking. You’d never seen her like this, spinning around your arms dizzily as a vodka-fuelled blush danced across her cheeks.

Despite her insistence that she was fine, you couldn't ignore the signs of her growing inebriation. Her once graceful dances turned into playful stumbles, and her words started to slur.

“Nooo, I’m fine, really, come, come dance with me.” Natasha smiled giddily, letting her hands flow over you and she span.

With a playful smile, she urged you to join her on the dance floor once again. As you twirled around together. The spinning and laughter continued until, inevitably, fatigue slowly began to creep in.

In the quiet moments between songs, she leaned on you, her eyes betraying the weariness beneath the intoxication.

You took this as sign to ease her away and you’d managed to get her settled in a small seating area away from the main floor. Now that she’d slowed down, she finally seemed to feel the effect of her drinks hit her. Her wide-pupils gazed up at the ceiling, adorably rambling off in incoherent babbles.

“Do you think we should get you to bed darling?” You smiled innocently, your hand slipping down her dress to rest against her slightly overheated skin.

She closed her eyes, still smiling up at you “Mm’ just fine here wi’ my favourite pilla’.”

“Your favourite ‘pilla’, hm baby?” You chuckled, shaking your head as she sleepily cuddled into your shoulder.

As Natasha drifted into a tipsy slumber, you couldn’t help but cradle her gently, even though this may not have been the most convenient of situations but you were certainly going to enjoy it.

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Now all things eventually come to an end. Movies, books, and for the two of you, Nat’s little habit was about to be broken.

She’d come home late that night looking a look paler than usual, well, pale for Natasha’s standards anyway. When she’d left this morning her hair had been beautifully plaited, now her curls just hung loosely by her shoulders.

Nat shuffled into the living room where you’d been perched up with a book, kicking off her shoes and letting her bag fall to the floor as she came and nestled into your side.

“Long day?” You murmured softly, setting your book aside as you opened up the fluffy grey blanket you’d had previously draped over your knees to allow her to snuggle beneath it instead.

She simply nodded, biting back the urge to whine, “I hate those stupid meetings.” She grumbled, her voice holding the dragging weight of exhaustion.

Governor meetings were something every Avenger had to attend. They were painstakingly private about it meaning you were never allowed to accompany each other to them. The meetings varied a little from person to person but the main just of it was answering a long series of very repetitive questions and going through countless past missions and their details. Having to sit and listen as some fancy higher ups tried to pick you apart for every individual detail and mistake - and well, with Nat’s reputation of being constantly on Ross’s nerves, they weren’t going to go easy on her.

Nat rubbed her temples, a headache pounding behind her eyes. "And the fluorescent lights in that room... ugh, they're the worst," she added, wincing at the memory of the harsh glare. Her voice was a little raspy, most likely the result of having to constantly explain herself to idiots for the entire day.

You gently massaged her shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles, “Do you want me to get you anything for that headache my sweet girl?” Your voice was kept low as your offered, not wanting to run the risk of making it any worse.

Your girlfriend sighed, leaning into your soothing touch. "Just some water would be nice," she replied, her eyes closing momentarily. After handing her a glass of water, you noticed her head nodding forwards slightly as she fought to stay awake.

"You look like you could use some rest," you suggested gently, anticipating her usual move to drift off to sleep on you whilst you stayed cuddled on the sofa.

But to your surprise, the redhead looked up at you with a faint, almost anxious smile. “Could you... carry me to bed?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, clear vulnerability thickening her tone.

You weren’t sure you’d heard her correctly at first. You asked her to repeat herself to which she barely mouthed her prior words. You were helpless to stop your heart from melting at her request, realising just how drained the poor thing must be feeling. "Of course, my dear," you replied tenderly, carefully scooping her up into your arms, cradling her close as you carefully made your way into your bedroom, “I told you Natty, I’ll always be here to take you to bed.”

There it was, the moment Nat had finally asked to actually go to bed for once. It was a long time coming and you’d loved being with her for every step of the way, even if it had involved her falling asleep in some pretty less-than normal places.

As you laid her down on the bed, Natasha snuggled into the pillows, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Thank you," she murmured sleepily, her heavy eyes already drifting shut.

With a soft smile, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Anytime my love. Just close those eyes and get some rest, I'll be right here the whole time."

And right there you stayed, arms wrapped around her and the woman you loved slept against your chest in your shared bed. Finally she was getting the rest she deserved and there was nowhere else you’d ever want to be.

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fireinmoonshot · 1 year

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one giving the other their jacket / covering them with it when they fall asleep with hangman please?

It hadn’t been his idea to have a beach bonfire on one of the coldest nights in winter. The wind chill from the sea was adding to the cold air, and while the bonfire had done the trick for most of the night in keeping him, his squadron and the others who had attended warm, it was wearing off now that the bonfire was starting to get smaller.

You, being his best friend, had sat beside him for most of the night except for when you’d gotten up to chat to others or get a drink or a snack. But when the night started getting cooler, you’d happily settled down on the chair right beside Jake, enjoying the comfort of his warmth.

Jake turned to you a little after 11pm when it started to get noticeably cooler. You were snug into his side, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close so you didn’t get too cold.

It was just a friendly thing to do, he thought.

As if he’d do it with anyone else but you.

“You warm enough?” He asked. “I got a blanket somewhere in the car if you want me to run and get it? Or I can start saying my goodbyes and drive you home?”

He’d decided not to drink as much tonight – only a couple at the start of the night, which was hours ago by now so they’d mostly worn out of his system – so that he could drive you home and you wouldn’t have to worry about getting a lift with someone else. It was a rare occasion for Jake not to be drinking, but he’d never forgive himself if you didn’t get home safe . He wanted you to be able to rely on him.

You shook your head. “Nah, I’m fine. I’m warm enough right here. We can stay longer.”

Jake nodded and tugged you closer into his side. That was when he noticed that you’d started shivering. You tried your best to stop it, not wanting him to notice, but it was too late.

“You liar,” Jake narrowed his eyes at you, a playful glint in them. “You’re shivering. Okay, you stay right here and I’m gonna go and get the blanket from the car.” He started to stand up, fully intending on getting the blanket for you, when you stopped him by grabbing his arm gently, tugging him back.

“I’m gonna be colder if you go, so sit your ass back down. I’ll live.”

He wasn’t going to give up that easily though. He huffed and sat down beside you, starting to pull off his jacket. It was one of his best winter jackets, fluffy and warm on the inside and wind proof on the outside. And Jake… well, he was hot enough to stay warm without it.

He turned to face you and gently draped his jacket over your shoulders, pulling it close around you to make sure it wasn’t going to fall off and would do its job at keeping you warm.

“That better?”

The warmth was immediate from the second he put the jacket on you. Both from the material itself and the lingering body heat from Jake. You snuggled down inside the jacket and buried your chin into its warmth. “I’m toasty now.”

Jake smiled and leaned back into his chair, moving to wrap his arm back around your shoulders and pull you into his side again. You were still shivering, but as time went on he noticed that stopped as you got warmer.

He didn’t notice, however, that you’d started to drift off onto his shoulder until Coyote walked past him and pointed it out to him. Jake glanced down at you, unable to move. It was like he had a cat on his lap and he couldn’t move out of fear of the cat moving off of him. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up.

Then he saw that his jacket had started to fall off of your shoulder.

Gently, he raised the arm you weren’t leaning on and moved it to pull the jacket back up over your shoulder to try and keep you warm and hopefully fast asleep. You, luckily, didn’t stir at all and he was able to relax after fixing the jacket.

Jake smiled to himself and looked down at you, sleeping soundly on his shoulder. As long as you were warm and comfortable and as long as he didn’t wake you up, Jake would be happy.

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silverynight · 2 months

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Nothing romantic about it

"I want to spend the day with you. Today."

Izuku feels for a moment that there's something important he's missing but doesn't think too much about it because he's distracted by the way Katsuki looks from the floor to him. He's flustered, but Izuku doesn't know why, he doesn't have to be... They've spent a lot of days together now that they're friends again.

However, Izuku doesn't think too much about it.

"Of course, Kacchan!" Why not? He loves spending time with him. Always. Why would today be different?

It's like some sort of weight vanished from Katsuki's shoulders, because he suddenly looks happy, more confident and almost relieved. He grins before shoving a red box with a ribbon in Izuku's hands.

"Get ready for the best day of your life, nerd! I'll see you in the common room in an hour!" He smirks before going away.

Izuku takes the lid off the box and realizes that it's filled with homemade chocolates. He squeaks in delight before taking one and biting into it; of course it's delicious, he makes a mental note to thank Katsuki.

Later, after walking in the common room and seeing all the pink and red decorations in it, Izuku finally realizes what he was missing: It's Valentine's day.

Does Katsuki know it? Maybe he doesn't and just asked to spend time with Izuku like it's any other day, or maybe he knows and he just wants to be with him because they're friends. Because Izuku is aware this day is not only about romantic relationships...

Suddenly the chocolates make sense now. Worried, Izuku decides to buy a couple later for his friends. He can't believe he completely forgot about it.

"Deku-kun, we're going to watch a movie! Do you want to come?"

"I'd love to, but I promised Kacchan I'd spend the day with him."

"Oh, I see..." Uraraka grins and Izuku realizes too late what that knowing smile means...

"No, it's not like that!"

Uraraka keeps grinning even though Izuku tries to explain to her there's nothing romantic about it. It doesn't help his case that Katsuki walks in then and takes Izuku's hand before pulling him away from her.

"Come on, nerd, we have a lot to do!"

It seems Katsuki had planned all of that a while ago because he already has a permission for the both of them to go outside.

They go to the shopping center; Izuku is excited and walks in every store that has All Might themed stuff inside. Katsuki buys him an All Might watch that makes him so happy he can't help but pull Katsuki into his arms.

Katsuki doesn't let go of his hand unless is extremely necessary and Izuku, despite getting a little bit flustered because of it, gets used to Katsuki's warm palm against his.

When they stop to eat a crepe, Izuku realizes that the place is full of... couples. It's only natural of course, it's Valentine's day but it makes Izuku wonder what the people around think about them...

It doesn't matter anyway, because they're just hanging out as friends.

Actually, the only thing that matters is that Katsuki seems to be enjoying himself quite a lot. Izuku has never seen him smiling so much in a while.

They go back to the UA and their friends convince them to stay in the common room and watch a couple of romcoms with them. Oddly enough, Katsuki doesn't complain too much, he sits on the couch next to Izuku and puts an arm around his shoulders.

Izuku gets flustered for a moment, before he convinces himself that it's nothing to worry about and just eventually relaxes into Katsuki's personal space. He even falls asleep for a couple of minutes before waking up and finding Katsuki looking fondly at him.

They're alone, but the movie is still playing on the screen.

"You look tired, nerd."

"Yeah... Uhh..." Izuku can't hold back the blush that spreads from his cheeks towards his neck in seconds. "I think I should go to my room now, it's late."

Katsuki just nods but he leans even closer to him.

"Happy Valentine's, Izuku," he whispers before pressing a soft kiss against the green bean's lips. "Come on, I'll take you to your room."

Izuku blinks, his mind is completely empty or perhaps full of the memory of Katsuki's lips on his and can't even bring himself to say anything coherent. He doesn't even protest when Katsuki takes him in his arms and nuzzles against his cheek while he walks towards Izuku's dorm.

So... It seems he had the wrong idea about what actually happened that day. But Izuku is too flustered to talk about it with Katsuki, but he'll speak to him in the morning.

He has to, because it seems he has a boyfriend now.

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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Being Carried by Team Free Will

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Summary: Three glimpses into being carried in the arms of each of the members of Team Free Will. Reader has she/her pronouns.

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

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[Y/N] was in the passenger seat of the impala, resting her head against the window. She and Dean had just finished a simple salt and burn case several hours away from the bunker and were now on the drive back. They had left pretty early that morning, [Y/N] had only really had a couple hours of sleep the night before and had been awake for nearly 20 hours straight; she was tired. Dean looked over at her while he was making a right turn and noticed that her eyes were half closed. He reached over and turned the radio down and she looked at him.

"What's up?" She asked sleepily.

"Get some sleep, we have another two hours left before we get back". He reached behind him into the back bench with one arm and pulled up one of his fannels that was sitting there, handing it to [Y/N]. "Here, you can use this as a pillow". She smiled at him with a silent thank you and took the flannel, bunching it up between her head and the window. She closed her eyes and let the low rumble of the car lull her to sleep.

Dean couldn't help but steal glances at her throughout the drive, she looked so peaceful. He had felt lighter since she started joining Team Free Will on hunts. He had been trying to drop hints about her moving into the bunker, since she pretty much just lived in whatever motel was closest to the case she was working on. Sam and Cas both noticed how Dean was suddenly interested in having more movie nights and inviting [Y/N], or always inviting her to stay the night at the bunker after post-hunt drinks at the bar, or always suggesting they ask her to join them on cases.

[Y/N] couldn't pass up any opportunities to be close to Dean, she had been harbouring feelings for him ever since they met. He made her laugh, and made her feel included and wanted. His company was easy to enjoy, and she didn't want to assume anything, but she suspected that he may have feelings for her too. She often caught him looking at her when he thought she couldn't see, he was constantly complimenting her on her looks, what she was wearing, how she could get information from anyone, how good she was at taking down monsters; anything and everything he could think of to compliment her on.

[Y/N] was half asleep when she felt the car come to a stop and the engine turn off, they were back in the bunker's garage. Curiosity got the better of her and she decided to keep her eyes closed, just to see what Dean would do. Would he wake her? Leave her asleep in the car? She wanted to know, so she kept her breathing deep and slow, not letting on that she was awake. She heard Dean open his door and get out, closing it behind him. She had to admit she felt disappointed, maybe he would just leave her to wake up on her own. However, the disappointment only lasted a few seconds because her door was open, and Dean's hand was there to stop her falling out since she'd been leaning on the window.

"Alright, let's get you to bed". Dean pulled [Y/N] from the car, holding her around her shoulders and under her knees close to his chest. She let her head rest on his shoulder as he carried her down the stairs of the bunker.

"Hey! How'd it go?" [Y/N] heard Sam's voice, but Dean quickly shushed him, nodding down at her to show Sam that she was asleep. "Oh, sorry, we can catch up later" Sam now whispered, and Dean walked past him to the bedrooms. He made his way to the spare room that [Y/N] tended to sleep in whenever she was staying over, and he lay her down gently on the bed. He pushed her hair out of her face and covered her with a blanket.

"In the morning I'm gonna ask you to stay, I hope you say yes". He whispered to her and kissed her forehead, before turning off the light and going to find Sam, leaving [Y/N] smiling to herself as she settled in to the bed she could now say was hers.

Sam

It was late, and the boys were out on a nearby hunt. [Y/N] had been in the bunker's library all day answering phone calls and texts from both Sam and Dean, looking through lore books to help them with their case. She was lying on her side on the couch that had recently been added to the library, a book laid out beside her and her hand propping her head up as she had been flicking through the pages. It turned out to be a banshee, and a couple of hours ago Sam had texted her to say they had killed it and were on their way back. Not being familiar with banshees, [Y/N] had continued reading, wanting to be ready in case she ever had to face one.

As the time went on, [Y/N] had become more and more tired. She eventually let her eyes close for a few minutes, just letting them rest. She let her hand fall from her face and leaned her head on the arm of the couch instead. After a few minutes she was fast asleep, her breathing slowing and her body relaxing. She didn't hear the bunker's door open or close, or the boys' footsteps as they walked down the stairs and into the library. It was Dean who walked in first and saw [Y/N] fast asleep. He stood in the entranceway and looked at her fondly; she had become like a younger sister to him since she moved in. She made Sam happy, and he couldn't ask for more than that. He looked over his shoulder at Sam as he walked in. "Looks like your girlfriend fell asleep waiting for you". Dean chuckled and patted Sam on shoulder as he left them to it.

Sam made his way over to her and crouched down in front of her. He took the book from in front of her and moved it to the table behind him. A strand of her hair had fallen over her face as she slept, he tucked it behind her ear gently before softly stroking her cheek, making her eyelids flutter open. "Sammy?" She looked into his eyes.

"Hey". He smiled at her. "Thanks for all of your help, Dean and I made it back without a scratch". She smiled back at him at this news. "Come on, let's go to bed". [Y/N] and Sam had known each other for a few years now, but had only become close in the last year when she had moved into the bunker. Their relationship had developed slowly, both of them pretty shy about their attraction to the other. Sam had referred to [Y/N] as his girlfriend for the first time only the previous week, sort of by accident during a conversation with Dean, but it had felt right. They both still had their own rooms in the bunker, but most nights one of them would seek out the other. [Y/N] moved to sit up while rubbing her eyes, clearly very tired. "Hey, let me carry you?" Sam placed his hands over her shoulders. "Don't want you falling on the way". Too tired to protest, [Y/N] simply nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck while he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and the other under her legs. He lifted her from the couch and began walking towards the rooms.

She smiled as she noticed that they passed her bedroom and Sam continued on to his. He sat her down on the bed and began to remove his clothes while she did the same, though slowly and lazily due to how sleepy she was. Once they were both down to their underwear, they slipped under the covers of Sam's bed, and he pulled her close so she could lay her head on his chest. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head and began to rub his hand up and down her back. [Y/N] soon fell back to sleep, this time in the comfort of Sam's arms.

Castiel

[Y/N] was on the ground, and her head had a dull ache. She looked around but her vision was blurry. She was in the middle of a vampire hunt with Cas, the two of them had taken on the case by themselves since Sam and Dean were already busy on another hunt. It had been going well, just two vamps to take down, until one of them managed to whack [Y/N] on the back of her head, knocking her to the ground. Her knees stung as she tried to stand, desperately looking around to try and focus on something, but her eyes weren't cooperating. She was starting to panic, breathing quickly and not knowing who or what was around her.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth travel from her forehead down through her body, her knees stopped stinging, the ache in her head dampened, and her eyes were finally able to focus on the angel in front of her. Castiel kneeled down and moved his hand from her forehead to cup her cheek, his eyes staring intently at hers before roaming her face and her body, looking for any further signs of injury. "Are you okay?" He asked her, concern plastered on his face.

"The vampires, where are they?"

"Dead, we got them, don't worry about that. How do you feel? How is your head?"

"It hurts a little bit but not as bad as before you healed me, thank you Cas". [Y/N] smiled at him and covered his hand on her face with her hand. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead before grabbing her hands and pulling both of them up. Once she was standing, she started to sway and fell forward into Cas' arms. He held her steady and looked down at her, the concern on his face intensifying.

"You're dizzy?"

"Yeah I guess I am, just a little, sorry".

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I'll carry you".

"You don't have to carry me Cas".

"Will you let me anyway? I like it when you're closest to me". [Y/N] blushed at this. She had feelings for the angel, which is why she didn't hesitate to suggest that the two of them take on this case before waiting for Sam and Dean to finish with theirs; she liked being alone with Cas. [Y/N] lived at the bunker with the boys, hunting with them and Cas. Every time the angel would make an appearance in the bunker she found herself hoping that he would stick around for a few days. She had taught him how to cook, and how to dance, she studied with him in the library and went on supply runs with him whenever the opportunity came up. She often wondered if he liked being around her as much as she liked being around him, and he had just confirmed that he did. She smiled up at him and nodded, letting him hook his arms under her legs and around her shoulders while she wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried her a short walk to the car he had driven them in and sat her down in the passenger seat.

The drive back to the bunker was pretty quiet, [Y/N] kept stealing glances at Cas, admiring his facial features and the sparkle of the street lamps in his eyes. He also stole glances at her when she was looking away, wondering if her blush was because she had feelings for him.

Cas insisted on carrying [Y/N] from the car down the steps of the bunker and all the way to her bedroom, only letting her down onto the bed. He touched her forehead again, looking for any signs of harm. "I'm fine Cas, just a bit tired".

"Okay, you should sleep. If you need me you can call for me". He turned to leave the room but [Y/N] called for him, stopping him from stepping through the door.

"Um, Cas?"

"Yes?"

"Would you mind, like only if you don't have something else to do, staying with me for a bit? I'm sorry, it's just sometimes after hunts if I get hurt I find it hard to fall asleep when I'm on my own. If it's not too much could you just stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course I will stay with you. Would you like me to sit at your desk or lay down with you?"

"Oh, do you... do you want to lay down with me?"

Cas tilted his head to the side, not answering straight away but thinking about his answer. "Yes, I would like to lay with you". He noticed that this caused her to blush again, and he also noticed that he enjoyed making her blush. They both got under the covers and Cas turned to look at her. "[Y/N], would you like me to hold you? I liked carrying you, I would like very much to hold you in my arms until you fall asleep". She nodded, trying to hide the deepening of her blush while she moved over to lay her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and pressed his lips to the top of her head. "Sweet dreams [Y/N]".

The end.

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earl-grey-teacake · 3 months

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hey! first of all, the idea of baby!au is fantastic. I love all your points. you already wrote about galex "stressed out of their minds new age parents" and that was fascinating to read! would you mind to elaborate the same about carlando? pretty please 🥺🙏🏻

Awww! Thank you!!!

Of course I can write a Carlando one!

Carlos and Lando didn't mean to adopt Oscar. It just sort of happened. One minute they are in Australia and the next thing they are taking a 1 month baby home. Thankfully Carlos know how to take care of a baby and make a bottle and change a diaper because Lando was incredibly lost.

Lando is very sensitive to Oscar's emotions and baby's are very emotionally volatile. While Oscar is much calmer than other babies, it can go from 0 to 100 really quick. Lando's vibe is "Oh my god, what am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing. Wait, I do know what I am doing. Nevermind, I was very wrong."

Carlos is a bit more capable due to experience but the downside is Oscar prefers Lando more and it makes taking care of him incredibly difficult. Carlos brings a "I want to help you. Just let me help you" energy that quickly becomes "I know you communicate mostly through crying but can you try a different method." Carlos wants to zone out sometimes but he can't.

Oscar wrecks terror on their marriage and social life. The only thing that is really intact is their job. Oscar's pickiness pushes an unequal distribution of labor in certain areas which strains the marriage. Oscar also doesn't have the energy to be around a lot of people for long periods of time, and his parents keep an active social life.

They had to go to couples counseling a month into the adoption which helped them find equal ground when it came to balancing childcare and their marriage. It also helped that Oscar met Logan and now was fairly content as long as he got to play with Logan.

Lando also started bringing Oscar onto his streams which garnered him a ton of new subscribers. Oscar was fairly content being held and staring at the lights and moving pictures and people found him to be adorable.

Oscar slowly enjoys Carlos's company without Lando in the picture but Carlos is the more responsible party. Feeding, doctor appointments, making sure Oscar has a hat every time he goes outside to protect him from the sun.

The one activity they do enjoy together is golf. They get a couple hours on the course and Oscar gets to sit in his carrier and nap in the golf cart.

Babies are expensive and Oscar is no exception. The issue is that the biggest expense is the wi-fi. Oscar has a designated time to see Logan, whether it be in-person or through Face Time. If George and Alex are free, a play date is an easy thing to organize. However, a face time call is usually the result. The issue lies in Oscar falling asleep with the phone in his hand but will wake up and cry if the phone is removed.

Oscar, like Logan, is a clingy baby. Even though he doesn't say it, he still clings to Carlos's shirt when he has to leave for the race. While he doesn't cry most of the time, he does get upset and hides his face. He also does the same thing with Lando. Carlos is sad but he laughs it off and tells Oscar he'll be back. Lando, however, will carry Oscar as much as he can and is very reluctant to hand him over to the caretaker. While he doesn't cry, Oscar's sad little face and his outstretched hands makes the departure very difficult.

I hope you like it! It's not as cheery as the one I did for Galex but I wanted to show the difference in dynamic and parenting style.

Thank you for sending the ask and feel free to send me more!!!! :)

#f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #carlando #carlos sainz #lando norris #oscar piastri

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TEARS AND FEARS

The Dawn of Regret ch4.

summary: Joel is an addictive man, it is impossible to move away from him. Even though he is an asshole at times

pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

w.c: 4.1k

Warning: smut (mdni), sex (piv), vulgar language, nipple play, overstimulation, lots of petnames, slight angst, a little trauma, fluff.

a/n: Hello, if there is any mistakes i am sorry beforehand. It has been a while since i last updated the story because i am kind of having a hard time. If anyone reads it, enjoy! And i would love to see your opinions, i am always open to criticism.

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After spending some time with him, seeing his affectionate side it feels unfair to go back to your own place… trying to adapt your daily life because he feels like an addiction. Your body craves him, your soul feels empty. It has not been that long since you started having “something” with Joel, yet you feel like he is a part of your life for such a long time. You are aware that you should be prepared to every stupid thing from him. he might act like a total piece of shit the next time you see him or he might treat you like a sweetheart.

You feel like you have been bewitched. It is stupid to be under his spell so easily yet here you are, thinking about him once again. Even though you were with him a couple of hours ago. To be honest, it gives you hope. To be able to feel something other than fear, disgust or anger in this fucked up world. You feel hopeful after all those years. When the darkness fills the sky, you sit in your living room trying to get yourself busy. Walking around your living room, counting your fingers… Finally, you feel tired enough to fall asleep.

When you wake up in the morning you find yourself getting ready to see him. You feel giddy when you walk towards his place, fiddle your fingers. You knock three times knock, knock, knock… when he does not open the door you feel defeated, starting to head to your place. “Where you goin?” you feel your cheeks heating up when you hear his voice and go back to him, finding yourself once again under his gaze. “Hi, good morning.” You grin widely. “Came to make you fall in love with me.” you giggle, you are being way too clingy you know it. This is not how you usually are, he makes you like this. Like as if you should be taken care of him. His lips twist upwards to your stupid boldness. “You reckon’ it’s eight in the morning sweetheart?” though his tone is snarky, you only hear “Sweetheart”. “Are you going to invite me in?” “No” you roll your eyes but a part of you feels resented, your face drops instantly. “Come on sweetie, if you keep pouting how are you gonna make me fall for ya?” he chuckles and motions you to get in. When you brushed passed him, his scent fills your nostrils, you feel electrified because of your arm grazing his. It’s welcoming. You make your way to his living room and sit on his couch. This is not your first time in his place however for the first time you feel bashful. You were quite lively a minute ago, now you want to blend in his couch and disappear. “You are awfully quiet today.” He plops down on your side. “I Just don’t feel like talking.” He does not question, does not force you to talk. When your feelings start to overwhelm you and tears roll down on your cheeks, he does not make any implications, pulls you in his arms and kisses the top of your head. “Are you in love with me yet?” “Yes, I think I am going to propose to you.” you laugh. He is on his good side today.

You spend hours in his place with absolutely doing nothing. It does not bother you at all. The silence of not talking, in fact it feels peaceful. You are not as cheerful as usual, he knows. But he does not want to force you to talk unless you don’t want to. “Joel?” you call his name; he tilts his head to right and raises his brows to show you that he’s listening. “Did you know that if you eat enough apple seeds it can kill you.” he looks at you for a minute dead in the eyes then he chuckles and with a sudden motion he pulls you in his arms. “You are a freak.” He laughs. At that moment you feel like your heart is going to explode. He is so warm, so welcoming. As much as unpredictable he is not a bad man, at least for the ones whom he cares. You gather your courage up and wrap your arms around his torso and nestle your head on his neck. His chest heaves with each breath he takes. He strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head. The moment feels so domestic. You in each other’s arms, it does not feel strange though. It feels like home, “This is what it’s meant to be.” You think.

You kiss his chin without thinking much and peer up at him with pleading eyes to show him what you want. He does not do anything to stop you but he does not encourage you either. With a stupid courage you continue kissing his neck, nibbling on it. Your lips tasting his skin. Even if it turns him on he manages to hide it very well because his breath is steady. Your pussy throbs with expectation but he is annoyingly calm. You slide your hand towards his crotch and stroke his cock through his jeans. He snorts, likes it very much and this time he can’t hide how turned on he is. Yet he refuses to help you out. You sit there on the couch, he embraces you, you stroke his cock and nibble on his neck. You decide to leave him on edge even though you are soaking wet yourself. When you stop touching him he looks at you with a questioning expression. You softly sigh and get off from the couch and ask him innocently, as if you just not got him rock hard “Do you want some water? I am kind of thirsty.” “Could use some water.” he replies and you sway your ass intentionally while heading to the kitchen. He laughs, you are not being sneaky at all but he still wants to grabs your ass while imagining himself pounding into you.

You take your time in the kitchen to calm yourself down a little so you can tease him when you return to the couch without you getting too worked up. When the images of you two fill your head and make your mouth drool your cunt sizzles with anticipation. You want him so badly. But again if the manages to keep his cool, you can do that too. While you are so deep into your thoughts two strong hands wrap your waist thumbs stroking it. “OH MY GOD JOEL!” you exclaim because he scares you. “Got you scared sugar?” he murmurs into your ears while resting his chin on your shoulder, it makes you want to moan. His warm breath tickles your neck. “A little, yeah.” You shortly reply. Though you want to stay strong and pull yourself together, he is pretty distracting. The smell of his minty shampoo coming from his freshly washed hair mixed with coffee is distracting. When his half erected cock barely brushes your pussy, you feel the urge to moan, or even grind on him. “What took you so long, sweetheart?” you blink unable to find a coherent excuse. “Was thinking.” “About what?” “You know, just uh… stuff.” “hmm, stuff…” his tone is not mocking yet he implies that he knows what took you so long. While one of his hands continues to grab your waist his other hand makes its way to your waistband, his thick and long fingers going left to right on it, thumb softly grazing your flesh, his lips on your neck kissing it so gently as if it is a delicate flower. You tilt your ass back to increase the pressure between your ass cheeks with the hope that it may be rub your wet cunt. “Sugar, are you okay?” he whispers, you nod. “Why are you tryna grind on me then?” you want to whine or deny it but it is useless, “Oh shut up, as if you didn’t come here to tease me.” He snorts. “If you ask like a good girl, I may help you.” “Joel, I’m so wet. I need you.” this was all it takes for you to surrender. “There we go sweetheart, was that so hard?” he coos, cocky bastard. He slowly moves himself back and forth against you, you are both clothed but you can swear that he can feel how warm your pussy is. He starts licking your neck, his hot saliva burns your skin. You whimper. Before you know it he slides his sweatpants and boxers, not completely taken off but enough to free his thick cock. You slide your jeans as well and when you are about to slide your panties of he grabs your hand “Not so fast baby girl.” He coos in your ear; warm breath tickles you once again. His request surprises you but you comply. He spits on his free hand and warms his cock just a little so it can move easily, the other hand makes its way to your left tit from your waist. He starts rubbing the tip of his cock to your whole through your panties. The friction feels amazing. With each movement your panties get soaked and he moves it easily. “Such a good girl for me. begging for my love and affection. Aren’t you?” you bite your lip and rest your head into the crook of his neck because his words make you dizzy. He slightly presses the tip of his cock inside your hole through your panties, just so little that you whine when he pulls away you whine. He bites your earlobe and you wince in pain but since he is such a gentleman, he sucks it better.

Your breath starts picking up, so does his. You both get excited but teasing feels so good that you are more than willing to wait. “Yes, Joel please keep going.” You moan. His cock sliding back and forth on your panties feels ecstatic. “Gotta lay you down and ruin your pretty hole sugar.” He whispers and when you nod, he lays you down on the kitchen floor. You catch a glimpse of your panties and though you know it is wet, the sight embarrasses you. He gets on top of you and starts kissing you hungrily. Your togue entwined with each other. You kiss sloppily. He takes off your sweater and unclasps your bra while you are both panting, your lungs hungry to oxygen. He starts with kissing your throat, licking a stripe and leaving your throat wet. He kisses between your breasts and you wait for him the makes his way on your tits. You’re unable to talk, just whing and moaning. When he kisses your nipples you cry out loud, for a second you forget that you are in the middle of a fucking apocalypse because it feels like heaven. He licks them back and forth for a while but then he bites your left nipple and his hand is circling the right one. He licks and sucks your left tit when all you are doing is moan in ecstasy. When he stops toying with your tits, he kisses them gently one more time and continues to his kisses with your ribcage, going down and down till your bikini line, you think he’ll just remove your panties but he does not. He kisses your pussy through the fabric, laps your juices on it. He pulls your panties aside and exposes your bare flesh to himself and starts kissing it directly. The noises are so filthy that even if you are not a religious person, you feel like a sinner. His tongue moves up and down between your folds. “Oh god Joel please please…” you moan without even knowing what you want. He rubs your clit while licking you like the tastiest food, once you start throbbing, he stops and watches your pussy releasing its juice and clenching around nothing. “So pretty, such a pretty pussy baby girl. And it is all mine.” You nod pathetically, he watches the juice drip. After you make a mess, he cleans you with his mouth, the tip of his nose grazing your clit.

Even if you just released, you don’t feel satisfied enough because you’d rather hearing his balls clapping your ass while his cock stretching you. He sees your disappointment and leans to kiss your forehead, “We are not done yet sweetheart, don’t pout now.” He chuckles.

He slaps his cock on your clothed clit back-to-back. When you moan, he rasps “Yeah? You like that?” he continues slapping your clit before he sticks his cock inside your panties and his cock nestles between your folds. He starts moving his cock again. when his cock rubs itself on your soaked underwear he growls. Wet sounds coming from your skins gives you goosebumps. He continues teasing your hole, he loves it. he loves you whing and squirming, craving for his dick inside you yet he keeps edging you. “Joel fuck me please.” You whine on the verge of tears. “You gonna cry for me baby girl?” you never saw him being this rough. Yes he was never gentle but this… this is new and you like it. When you don’t answer he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “Answer me sugar, are you gonna cry for me?” “yes, yes…” you say and nod. “Okay then, when I see those tears I may fuck you like you deserve it, but until then...” he slaps his cock on your clit again “…this is all you can get.” When you start whining, he continues with his teasing, then you cry… you cry because you want to get fucked. You feel so guilty for craving a man who is older than you for a split second but when you feel his hands sliding your underwear, fucking finally, and he pounds in your hole splits you open the feeling washes itself away. your tummy bulges with his cock and he smirks to the view. He takes your hand and drags it to your tummy bulge and presses it. “Look at you sweetheart, took it like an angel. I’m so proud of you.” his tone is condescending but his gaze is so soft. He slowly starts moving once you adjust to his size you whimper “Faster damn it!” he laughs and complies your wish. His cock is buried inside your pussy, your walls squeezing him. You can feel his cock twitching in your hole, it sends you over the edge that you start throbbing uncontrollably “Joel I’m close… I’m close.” You whine and he starts rubbing circles on your clit to make you come “Me too sweetheart, but ladies first.” He mutters, “Such a gentleman” you roll your eyes but when he fastens his pace you come in an instant. He groans and asks through his groans “Where… do you want… sugar?” “On my tits” he releases his seeds on your tits.

He leans on you and presses his forehead on yours, you both sweaty and panting. His hand cups your cheek “You did so good.” Your tummy fills with butterflies, you feel warm and fuzzy. His praises make you feel like an important woman. His approval gets you dizzy. “Catch your breath, I’m going to get the tub ready.” He leaves the kitchen while you rest on the floor, watching the ceiling. You feel a weight on your chest. It suffocates you. Yes you have feelings for him but at the end of the day he probably uses you for his needs. You feel tears creeping up on your eyes but shake your head suddenly. It does not matter, even this is something you think. After what feels like eternity all by yourself, he returns to the kitchen you realize his hair is wet and he wears different clothes. You thought you’d be taking a bath together so it saddens you. He crouches down then picks you up in his arms, taking you to the bathroom, gently placing you into the warm, clean water. “Thought you’d join me.” “I cleaned up myself.” He pours some shampoo on his hand when you’re inside the tub and he’s crouching beside it, rubs the shampoo on his hand and slowly lathers it on your hair. He is gentle, unlike half an hour ago. Massaging your scalp thoroughly then rinsing it. he repeats it one more time and then grabs a bar soap, starts washing your body. His calloused fingers rubbing every inch of your skin. You’re both silent. Your chest rising when you breathe in, falling when you breathe out. He is careful, takes his job seriously. “Are you in love with me yet?” you ask, laughing at the end so it could seem like you are joking however you are serious. He knows you mean the question but he focuses on your laugh and plays dumb “Yeah, I already plan our wedding.” Rolls his eyes. He does not want to break your heart because it is mostly his fault that you are growing fond of him, but falling in love is not that easy for him. though he deeply cares about you, he can’t name the feelings. “Rinse yourself and imma get you clothes.” He leaves the bathroom and you do as you told. You see two towels he folded up and left for you, can’t stop from grinning ear to ear. You are convinced that he is about to fall for you, he is convinced that he won’t.

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The silence lingers around once again when you both are positioned on the couch lazily. With every touch, with every kiss you feel as if his existence consumes yours. This is no longer you; this is someone who loses their sense of self. It might be because you have already nobody else to love and so much love piled up in your heart, on your body that you want to relieve your aching soul with him. It gives you a reason to go on, he gives you a reason… Maybe you are mourning for your loneliness while leaving your logic out of the equation. Nothing is certain, nothing is infinite.

You are so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear when he calls your name. “Sweetheart?” he nudges you to get your attention “Hmm?” “You okay?” “Yeah, yeah sorry.” “Are you sure? You seem a little pensive.” “I’m fine.” You brush it off. In reality you have never been so scared. The uncertainty engraved on your soul suffocates you. Just a couple of hours ago you were happily letting him to soothe your tired body, your anxious mind now you are a prisoner of your thoughts. “Even if he loves me, is this gonna work?” you think. “I don’t mind his age but what if he loves me back and I lose him.” Pointless fears eat you alive and when your stomach growls you realize how hungry you are. This time, you want to cook something for him. “Joel?” “hm,” “I’m hungry” “okay.” “Can I cook something?” “Help yourself sugar.” You head to the kitchen once again, having flashbacks of a couple of hours earlier. You find some canned food that does not look promising at all, going through his pantry you end up with pasta with canned tomato sauce… with the cordyceps breaking out you were unable to eat pasta or bread even for such a long time, you remember the times when you help her to garnish the pasta with basil, you’re laughing without knowing what future holds for you. For after god knows how many years you decide to eat pasta again.

When you finish cooking you grab two plates and fill them with pasta and make your way to Joel, he is sitting and watching a documentary. You join him and hand him his plate. “thank you, sweetheart.” He mutters his eyes focused on the old tv. You start eating and try to watch the documentary but it is so damn boring. You finish your food and look at the screen, Joel seems pretty interested in you on the other hand are try so hard not to yawn. To be fair you try to seem interested on the documentary but it is not only boring but also old as fuck. The people on it probably dead you think. A low huff leaves your lips and Joel throws a glance at you. “Bored?” “No, it is really interesting.” “Are you sure sugar?” “Positive.” You don’t know why but you keep lying to yourself and him. You are desperate to show him that you deserve his love, that you are a match indeed. It’s stupid really yet at the time you cling to a glimmer of hope that Joel may love you. Your eyelids droop and you pinch yourself to stay awake. His eyes twinkle with amusement. You seem so cute that he wants to kiss you all over. “There is nothing wrong with getting bored by the way.” He says his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh come on! You literally chose the most boring damn thing.” He chuckles “It’s not my problem that you are not sophisticated enough to grasp the concept.” “Joel, it is about building a house!!!” you protest and grab the remote with a swift movement, he tries to take it back and when you lay back, he towers over you. He starts tickling you and you giggle uncontrollably, your fingers loosen and remote slides between your fingers, hits the floor. You lock in each other’s eyes. It feels as if time stopped. You lick your lips but then he pulls himself back. His gaze hardens all of a sudden. Then he finds some stupid excuse to leave you in the living room. You don’t know what the hell has happened. What have you done to shift his mood.

The rest of the day goes uneasy. He gives you cold shoulders. For a while you are able to ignore the attitude but after some point it feels insufferable. You don’t know that his guilt resurfaced again the moment he saw your innocent face, unaware of his filthy persona. He thinks you are a naïve little girl, but in reality, you are a grown ass woman. His conscience never leaves him alone. Thanks to you the agony lessens but then it resurfaces again. He remembers his daughter and what would he do if Sarah was in this situation. He’d be furious. So he gets furious, not to you but to himself however you take it personal. He knows you are pouting on the couch but stubborn enough to not to return. You wait, wait and wait. The waiting makes you uneasy and you decide to face it. You make up scenarios in your head to prepare yourself from any fucked-up response from him, those only gets you angrier. When you barge into his room he sits at the edge of his bed. “Do you have any idea how stupid this looks?” “What?” “Joel don’t play dumb with me!” he looks at you piercingly. “Should I remind you again that we are nothing.” your throat burns, you know once you start talking, you are going to cry. “YEAH? KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT BUT YOU ARE JUST A COWARD.” You yell, not knowing where that voice comes from. “I didn’t promise you anything. You can’t blame me for being such a naïve little girl.” “THEN WHY ARE YOU KEEP GIVING ME THOSE NAMES? WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME YOUR SWEETHEART IF WE ARE NOTHING.” That becomes your last straw. You start screaming him meaningless words and punch his chest. As opposite to his usual attitude he does not say anything back. Because you are right. When your anger subsides, your fear shows itself. You start repeating the same thing repeatedly “I am scared of losing you Joel.” Tears flood down on your cheeks, your chest heaves with each sob. He never saw you like this, you are a mess. He pulls you in his chest and embraces you tightly. Cooing In your ears “It’s okay sweetheart. I got you. I’m not going to leave you.” he chants it like a prayer in your ears over and over again so that you can calm down. He pats your head, brushing your hair with his fingers. With your sobs dying down he kisses your temple softly. He does something he has never done before; he apologizes with a shaky voice his eyes are teary. “I am sorry sweetheart, for everything.”

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jusalle · 1 year

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hey can I request an imagine where the reader is sick and neymar wants to take care of her but the reader doesn't because shes afraid of getting him sick too however neymar insists in taking care of her and at the end he gets sick too and then they end up being all day in bed watching movies cudling having hot baths etc both sick 💕💕💕❤️

♡ Neymar Imagine ♡

•sick days•

Right now you were sick, you had a stuffy nose and a slight cough. You were at your apartment basically hiding from Neymar.

Ney was your boyfriend. Ney always wanted to take care of you 24/7 but you knew he had important games and practices and he couldn't risk getting sick.

You were tired from being sick so you decided to take a quick nap.

You wake from somone entering your room which made you confused because you don't remember inviting anyone over.

You turn and see the one and only Neymar Da Silva Santos Júnior.

"Ney..what are you doing here?" You said quietly

"Y/n I've been calling and messaging you for the past 2 hours and I started to worry and you havnt even called me for the past 2 days" he said softly

"Sorry Ney my bad" you said

Then out of nowhere you coughed

Then you looked at Ney and he gave you the 'why didn't you tell me sooner' face.

"Amor, why didn't you tell me you were sick!" Ney said frantically

"Ney Amor, don't worry I'm fine the sickness will wear off in a couple days and you need to leave so you don't get sick" you said as you started pushing Ney out the room

Then he made a complete stop

"I am not leaving until your better plus I have a good immune system so I won't get sick Amor" he said firmly to get his point across.

You knew better not to argue with Neymar so you let him have his way with you.

"Fine Ney but if you get sick, it's completely on you" you said chuckling.

Ney told you to lay down in bed as he gets some cough medicine and he makes hot chocolate.

Once he comes back he hands the hot chocolate to you and he lays in bed with you as he puts on a movie.

After awhile both of you guys were tired so you guys end up falling asleep together.

••••

You woke up to the sound of somone coughing and a sound of a stuffy nose.

You already knew who it was

"Neymar Da Silva Santos Júnior what did I tell you yesterday" you grumbled to ney

He nervously laughs cause he knows he didn't listen to you

"And what happend to Mr 'oh i won't get sick I have a good immune system'. " you said looking at him

He just nervously looks at you and gives you a apologetic smile

"Atleast we get to be together eh?" He said grinning at you

You couldn't help but smile at his cuteness and shook your head as you laughed at ney

"Your lucky I love you Idiot or else I would've scolded you" you said gently to Ney as you wrap your hands around his torso

He gently kisses your forehead as you guys sit in silence

"Also it's your fault you got sick Ney!" You said

"Amorr you ruined a moment we were having come onnn" Ney said whining like a child

"Ney stop whining before I kick you out my apartment and be alone while your sick" you said glaring at Ney

Once you said that he completely just stopped whining and hugged your waist once again as he stares at you

" I don't understand Y/n even when your sick you still look cute or even adorable even" He said whispering into your ear

You smiled as he said that and you guys lay there just enjoying eachother company

After awhile you heard light snoring and you saw it was Ney that was already psssed out

"I love you Ney even on sick days" you said kissing his forehead before falling into the darkness top.

••••

Hello my lovelies! this was a short one but I hope it was good I thought it was a little cute one but send more Suggestions cause I be having fun writing these 🤭

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themultifandomgal · 9 days

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Will Halstead- Your Sick

This was a request. Hope you enjoy!

I met Will 2 years ago having worked at Mollys bar. We quickly became friends, and eventually we ended up becoming roommates. Over the 2 years feelings developed, well I know on my side they definitely have but I have no idea how Will feels.

I wake up hearing Wills alarm go off early in the morning. The sun hasn’t even risen yet. I groan barley sleeping last night due to being so cold and feeling sick. I begin coughing into my bedsheet to try and drown out the noise. I hear Wills footsteps walking passed my door, but then they stop and the door opens revealing a worried looking Will

“That’s a nasty cough. You feeling alright?” Will asks. I shake my head in response

“Feel sick and cold. My heads starting to hurt and so is my throat” i cough out. Will places his hand on my forehead

"Hmmm you do feel warm. Let me take your temp" he says before leaving my room. Will quickly returns holding a thermometer and painkillers in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Putting them down on my bedside table Will checks my temperature “hmmm 102.7. Bed day for you I’m afraid. I’ll make you a hot lemon and honey drink before I go to work”

“Thanks” I sniffle feeling full of flu

“I’ll phone you later. See how your feeling. Get some rest” Will tells me before leaving for work.

I don’t manage to fall asleep and it’s still dark outside when my phone rings

“Hey” I croak out answering the phone

“How are you feeling? Have you eaten anything?”

“Been sick a few times” I reply before having a coughing fit

“I’ll be home in a few hours, just try to rest”

“I’ll try” I say, again coughing up a lung before hanging up the phone and trying to get comfortable in bed.

I must have eventually fallen back asleep for some time because when I wake up again the sun is shining. However I feel worse that I had earlier. My body is now aching, my nose is stuffy, I also still feel super sick, but finally Will returns home

"How are you feeling?"

“Like crap" I reply shivering in bed

"Have you eaten anything?" Will asks sitting on the edge of the bed

"No. Been sick again”

"Just drink the water slowly, little sips. Can I take your temp again?"

"Yeah" I sigh

"103.3 Jesus it's going up"

"M'cold" I say wrapping the bedsheet round me more

"I know, but you can't get to warm. Let me go and get some more Tylenol and some more water"

“You don’t have to do this Will”

“I know but I want to” I give Will a little smile of appreciation.

As the days go by Will is amazing and thankfully with his help I start to feel better within a couple of days, however my feelings for Will have only grown. Will and I sit on the couch in the living room with the TV on. I notice Will’s looking at me rather than the TV

“What?” I question looking at Will

“Nothing” I raise my eyebrows at Will not believing him at all

“You’ve been staring at me for the last 5 minutes”

“Can’t I appreciate beauty when I see it”

“What?”

“Im sick of hiding my feelings for you”

“Your feelings? I’m confused”

“I’m in love with you, have probably since we met but I was so scared to admit it since I was with Natalie. Then when she left and you moved in those feelings just… I love you and I’m no longer going to hide it” I sit there stunned at what Will just said “please say something” but instead I lean forward and kiss him on the lips

“I feel the same way” I reply smiling.

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francesminos-tt · 5 months

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can you write some joffron with lactation kink 👀👀👀🫦🫦🫦

I made it into a sequel to my nuhon inspired piece. I am not sure if it counts as lactation kink. I hope you enjoy this!

“You are burning up, my prince.” The old maid frowned after placing the back of her hand on Joffrey’s forehead, “How do you feel? Do you need anything? Wine?”

Joffrey nodded, his breath ragged and his cheek pink from the fever.

“Where is Rhaenys?” Joffrey asked, his voice so hoarse that it was barely audible.

“The little princess is sleeping.” The old maid helped Joffrey sit up and handed the prince a goblet of warm wine.

“My husband?” Joffrey sipped the wine, but his throat was so sore that even swallowing hurt.

“The lord is in the training yard.”

Joffrey half hoped to hear that his husband had left for Driftmark again. Daeron had stayed in Dragonstone for over three months now. He had never spent so much time under the same roof as Joffrey. He even agreed to let Rhaenys have a wet nurse, which was a huge relief for Joffrey. They still slept in separate quarters, but Joffrey was so used to sleeping alone that such arrangements didn’t bother him at all.

The low fever had started two days ago. Joffrey must have caught a cold from falling asleep while cooing Rhaenys. By the time the maids came to wake him up, the sun had already set and he had stayed in the cold night air for too long. The symptoms came the next day. Sore throat, stomach cramps, headache, and fatigue.

“Do you need me to inform Prince Daeron about your condition, my prince?” The old maid wiped some sweat from Joffrey’s forehead, “You might benefit from your alpha’s presence.”

“No.” Joffrey didn’t hesitate for a second before refusing, “My husband must not know about this.”

“My prince…”

“Can you fetch my milking supplies?” Joffrey interrupted the old woman, indicating that his decision was final, “I think my breast is swelling again.”

With the help of the wet nurse, Joffrey no longer needed to squeeze the last drop of milk from his breast to feed his daughter, so his scarred breast finally had some time to heal. The bite marks and scratches were mostly healed now, and he even started to produce more milk than before when he was no longer so stressed. He resumed breastfeeding Rhaenys again last week, this time with enough milk to last her for more than a few hours. However, he couldn’t feed her today due to the fever, so he had to milk his breast before it became too swelled.

“Of course, my prince.” The old maid gave him a hasty courtesy before exiting, leaving Joffrey alone in the spacious bedroom that seemed too large, even for a royal prince.

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Daeron hadn’t expected to stay in Dragonstone for so long. He had planned to stay for a short while, a couple of weeks, maybe, to make sure his pup was well-fed before going back to Driftmark. Even though Lucerys had relieved him of the duty of being the omega’s sworn sword, Daeron still considered protecting Lucerys to be his life’s work. Marriage wouldn’t change his passion and royalty to Lucerys, and he had held this belief so firmly until three months ago, when Joffrey had said to his face that he had failed his duty as a husband and an alpha. At first, Daeron couldn’t understand his husband’s words. He had taken care of Joffrey’s heat, made the omega pregnant, and been present during the childbirth, what else was required of him? What other duties should he carry out?

After a few days of considering, Daeron finally came to a conclusion. Perhaps Joffrey did have a point. He should have known how hard it was for an omega to raise a pup without an alpha. Even Lucerys had barely managed to do so. It would be no surprise that Joffrey failed at such hard task. After all, Joffrey was not Lucerys. No one could be Lucerys. Perhaps Joffrey could use a little help to take care of their daughter.

Daeron remained on Dragonstone instead of going back to Driftmark as planned, but he soon found out that he couldn’t be more wrong. He was no use in terms of looking after a newborn.

Daeron witnessed first-hand the horror of breast-feeding a baby. Joffrey’s breast was covered with more scars than a common soldier, and the baby sucked its teeth mercilessly into its mother’s flesh, deep enough to draw blood. Daeron, a seasoned knight who had experienced war and battle fields, almost winced in pain as the baby kept sucking Joffrey’s nipple, but Joffrey himself didn’t even blink, as if he had already been used to this.

“You don’t have to watch, if it makes you uncomfortable.” Joffrey said to him after the omega noticed Daeron’s pained expression.

“Does it hurt?” Daeron asked, keeping strict eye contact with Joffrey because he didn’t dare to look down at the bloody mess of Joffrey’s breast.

“Yes.” Joffrey answered simply, as if Daeron had just asked a stupid question, “That’s what happens when a mother doesn’t have enough milk.”

“How do you manage to keep her alive with barely enough milk?” Daeron didn’t mean to blame, but Joffrey clearly thought otherwise. The omega’s face hardened at Daeron’s words.

“With flour diluted in water and my blood.” Joffrey replied in a cold voice.

“You should have told me. You are putting both yourself and our pup in danger.”

“You weren’t here.” Joffrey retorted defensively as he moved away from the edge of the bed, away from Daeron, “It was you who strictly forbid me to use a wet nurse.”

“I didn’t know- Lucerys has never-”

“Stop mentioning my brother’s name!” Joffrey interrupted the blond alpha harshly, startling the baby and sending it into a crying fit. Little Rhaenys was a robust baby despite not getting enough milk. Her cry was piercing and violent, as she began to kick and struggle in her mother’s arms.

Daeron didn’t know what to do. He never had to calm a screaming baby. He just sat there and stared helplessly at Joffrey.

“Get out.” Joffrey patted the baby gently on the back and kissed her soft blond hair, but the look he threw at Daeron was icy cold.

“I am sorry, Joffrey. I shouldn’t have said that. Please, let me stay. Maybe I can help.” Daeron reached out for the baby, but Joffrey hugged their daughter tighter, as if Daeron was a threat to his little girl.

“I said, GET OUT.”

Daeron was about to argue again when he noticed the robe Joffrey wore was stained red on the chest, the soaked fabric sticking to the omega’s skin, leaving no room for imagination. Joffrey’s breast had become plumper since the pregnancy, the nicely shaped flesh looked fuller and softer, like the juiciest fruits. Daeron had almost forgotten how it felt to hold Joffrey’s breast in his hands, kneading the soft flesh and feeling it changing shape to mold into his palm. Daeron felt his own pulse began to quicken, blood rushing through his body to the most inappropriate place.

He found himself aroused by the sight of Joffrey’s naked tits.

Daeron fled the scene with tail between his legs. Like a coward.

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“Nicely done, lads. It’s all for today.” Daeron threw his training sword to the ground and raised his voice to address the whole crowd, “I expect to see you all here first thing tomorrow.”

The soldiers looked both relieved and terrified at the same time. They had never expected the young lord to be so tough. They didn’t know Prince Daeron so well; they only knew that Daeron the Daring and his blue dragon Tesserion were part of the Greens’ main fighting force. His marriage to Prince Joffrey was part of the peacemaking pact. The soldiers had been worried that Daeron might be cruel to them and their prince, but luckily, the alpha barely spent any time on Dragonstone. It was a surprise that Prince Daeron had stayed on Dragonstone for months this time.

Daeron, having no idea what the soldiers were thinking, was already on his way back to the castle. After Joffrey had driven him out of the nursing room, the couple went back to their normal relationship. They merely coexisted in the same castle, both trying their best to stay out of the other’s way. They didn't dine together, neither did they sleep on the same bed. Daeron had actually moved out of their shared quarters, to avoid seeing Joffrey in a thin robe again.

He couldn't face it. He couldn’t face the arousal and desire he felt toward his husband’s body. It might sound strange, but Daeron had never experienced such strong desire before, not even for Lucerys. For Lucerys, he only felt peace and affection, but never the urge to take. Lucerys was like a delicate flower, better admiring from afar than plucking it from the stem.

Joffrey was different. Daeron hadn't really observed his omega mate carefully until now. Their wedding night and the few heats they shared were a blur to him. What did it feel to hold Joffrey in his arms? Did the omega moan during their intercourse? What did Joffrey’s slick taste like?

Daeron couldn’t remember a single thing about Joffrey, but one thing he did know. He had never tasted Joffrey’s tits. That was probably why the thought bothered him so much. He was dying of curiosity.

Daeron ran into his daughter’s new wet nurse while still thinking about Joffrey’s tits. The wet nurse was a chubby young omega with round face and full breast. She almost fell on her knees after realizing who she had just bumped into.

“I-I am terribly sorry, y-your grace.” She stuttered, holding the small bundle in her arms.

“I am not your grace.” Daeron said, ignoring her apology, “Grace can only be used to address a king.”

“S-s-sorry.” The young omega looked like she was about to cry.

“What are you doing here with my daughter?” Daeron’s eyes fell on the small bundle, a lavish velvet blanket with dragon embroidery, with some blond hair visible among the thick fabric.

“Prince Joffrey isn’t feeling well today. The little princess is upset for not seeing her mother, so I thought a small walk might help.”

Daeron should be furious at his husband for trusting their pup to this stranger, but all he could think about right now was the fact that Joffrey was alone. Alone on the extravagant four-post bed wearing nothing but his incredibly thin night robe…

“Your gr- I mean, my prince?”

Daeron was snapped out of his dirty fantasy, extremely ashamed and frustrated.

“Make sure my daughter is well-fed and taken care of.” Daeron said after clearing his throat, “I am going to pay my husband a visit. You never saw me here.”

He left without waiting for an answer.

Joffrey winced when he began to put pressure on his breast. For some reason, he actually produced more milk after finding a wet nurse for Rhaenys. Perhaps it was the reduction of pressure, or the fact that his skin finally got a chance to heal. Or, it was because the presence of his alpha.

Joffrey tried his best to ignore the last possibility. He was too proud to admit that he needed Daeron’s presence to stay healthy. He didn't want to be a dependent. He didn't want to beg for Daeron’s mercy in order to survive.

The fever had worsened in the past few hours, and if he didn't get the milk out as soon as possible, it would only get worse. His breast had already begun to hurt, so he needed to hurry.

Joffrey bit his lower lip and pressed harder, massaging around his nipple before squeezing, but only a few drops of milk managed to leak out of his swollen nipple. He wiped the drops off with a warm cloth, and let out a defeated sigh.

“Come on,” Joffrey muttered, “Don’t make it harder for me.”

He was sitting on the couch in his solar, his robe pulled down to his stomach, exposing his neck, shoulders, and plump breast. He had all his milking supplies ready, lots of warm cloth, a few glass bottles, ointments, balms, and a bucket of hot water. He had asked the old maid to leave him alone, in an attempt to save the last bit of his decency, but now he began to regret his decision. He could definitely use some help now.

Joffrey was about to try again when a familiar scent invaded his nostrils. Incense and burned wood, reminding him of a sacred sept. Daeron’s scent.

The omega lifted his head abruptly, only to find his alpha husband had entered the room at some point undetected, now leaning against the door with light violet eyes fixed on Joffrey’s naked body. After the initial shock, Joffrey instinctively tried to pull up his robe, hiding his nakedness from his alpha mate, but he had forgotten about the supplies around him and ended up knocking off the water bucket with a loud bang. His next instinct was to run, to get away from his alpha, to preserve his last dignity, so Joffrey stood up hastily and tried to retreat to his room, but the spilled water made the floor so slippery that he lost his balance almost immediately.

Daeron rushed to his side so fast that Joffrey thought the alpha must have used some kind of teleportation magic. Joffrey found himself in a pair of strong arms before he even realized what had happened. Daeron had pulled him into a tight hug, the alpha’s strong arms wrapped around his waist and the sweaty training shirt sticking to his naked breast.

“Are you all right, Joffrey?” Daeron asked worriedly, sweeping the omega off the floor so that the hot water would no longer be a threat.

Joffrey couldn’t answer. Not because of shock, but because Daeron had accidently put too much pressure on his tender breast, and now it hurt like hell. Cold sweat broke on Joffrey’s forehead, as he let out a pained whimper.

“What is it? What is hurting? Tell me, Joffrey.”

“Let go of me.” Joffrey managed to squeeze the words out through gritted teeth, “You are hugging me too tight.”

Daeron loosened his arms immediately, but he didn't put Joffrey down. Instead, he carried the half-naked omega back to the bedroom and placed Joffrey down on the soft bed. It was surprise enough that he chose to remain skin contact with Joffrey outside heat, but what surprised Joffrey more was that Daeron made no intention to leave after placing Joffrey down.

“What do you want?” Joffrey raised a confused eyebrow after a long, embarrassing silence. His breast still hurt, but it had become manageable.

“Making sure you are all right.” Daeron half lied. He did want to make sure Joffrey was okay, but he also wanted to enjoy the beautiful view of a half-naked Joffrey. Why had he never noticed the sexy part of his husband?

“I am all right.” Joffrey’s confusion turned into a frown, “I want to have some privacy now. I am sure you have more pressing issue to attend to, so please, leave me alone.”

“There is no issue more pressing than you.” Daeron didn't even realize what he was saying after the words left his mouth. Those words just came so naturally as if it was the most logical thing to say.

“I don’t know what game you are playing, but I don’t want to be part of it.” Joffrey scoffed and rolled his eyes, “I am going to ask you again. Leave.”

“No.” Daeron’s reply was quick and without hesitation. He seemed determined to barge in and take away the last bit of Joffrey’s dignity.

Joffrey took a sharp inhale, held it for three seconds before slowly letting it out. It was a technique he had learned from the maester to calm down and relax. He needed to calm down, or he would explode.

“I am going to milk myself,” Joffrey said in a low voice, “are you sure you want to stay and watch me milking my tits dry like a cow?”

Joffrey meant the words to be an intimidation, but he had no idea that it only served as a provocation of Daeron’s desire. What did Joffrey mean by milking himself? Was he going to squeeze those beautiful, full, pink tits to let the milk out?

Daeron felt a sudden rush of warmth down to his groin. The mere thought of Joffrey squeezing his own tits with teary eyes was enough to make him hard.

“Let me help you.” Daeron offered, swallowing.

“Are you fucking mad?” Joffrey looked more furious than before, “Look at me! Leaking milk like a cow. I guess Lucerys never tells you about this side of raising a baby, doesn't he?”

Joffrey pulled his robe down, completely exposing his breast to Daeron. He was pale from staying inside for too long. The old scars had mostly healed, but Daeron could still see some discoloration around his pink nipples. How come he never noticed how supple Joffrey’s skin looked? How appetizing his cleavage was, how structural his collar bones were and how tiny his waist was compared to his plump breast. How come he never knew his omega mate was this sexy?

Daeron couldn't help but reach out for Joffrey’s swollen nipple. He felt some wetness on the tip of his finger as he wiped off a drop of creamy milk from the cute nipple. Then, as if being possessed, Daeron slowly brought his finger to his mouth, and licked the drop of milk clean.

Joffrey had no strength to struggle, or even slap Daeron’s hand away, partly because of the fever, partly because the alpha pheromones made him dizzy. What. The. Fuck.

“You are sweet.” Daeron murmured, reaching his hand out again, like a small child stealing the icing from the cake before the big feast.

“No,” Joffrey made a desperate attempt to move away, but he had nowhere to run, “don’t touch me.”

“I am your alpha, Joffrey.” Daeron cupped one of Joffrey’s tits in his hand, running his rough thumb over the tender skin, “Let me help you, my omega. It is my duty to look after you.”

“No!” Joffrey meant to shout, but his voice came out so soft that it sounded more like a desperate whimper than a rejection, “No! Let go of me! I don’t need your help or your pity!”

Despite his words, Joffrey was weak in front of Daeron. His pulse quickened, his breath became ragged, and he was sweating like a fountain. He felt incredibly hot, so hot that as if someone had set a fire inside of him, burning him alive with all the heat. Joffrey wasn’t unfamiliar with this feeling, and that was exactly the reason why his panic was building.

He was in heat.

Daeron didn't let go. Of course he didn’t. He had never respected Joffrey enough to value the omega’s opinion, why start now? The blond continued to play Joffrey’s tits, feeling the weight of the milk, squeezing and kneading, letting the soft flesh change shape to fit in his hands. Joffrey let out a muffled cry when a rush of creamy milk leaked from his nipple, the rush so strong that it managed to reach Daeron’s jaw.

The alpha’s eyes darkened as he wiped the liquid clean. His pheromones had become so invasive that Joffrey felt like a prey in front of the predator.

“No…” Joffrey tried again, “Leave me, please. You don't have to do this.”

“Do what?” Daeron asked, kicking off his boots and climbing onto the bed, “Attending your heat?”

“You knew.” Joffrey closed his eyes in a poor attempt to save his grace.

“Of course I knew. Your sweet scent has the ability to influence mine. Here, feel it. I am already hard for you, my omega.” Daeron took Joffrey’s hand and led it down to his hard cock.

“You are not hard for me, husband.” Joffrey shook his head and smiled sadly, “You are just a victim of biology. It’s driven by your alpha instinct.”

“The instinct is still mine.” Daeron replied as he took Joffrey into his arms, careful not to put too much pressure on the omega’s breast this time.

Joffrey bit his lower lip to swallow a low moan. Omegas during heat were extremely sensitive, the lightest touch from their alpha was enough to arouse them, making their skin prickle with anticipation and desire. Joffrey would rather die than admitting that he was aroused by Daeron’s intense scent and undivided attention.

“Does it hurt?” Daeron gently traced a finger from Joffrey’s collar bone down to his cleavage, then following the healing scars and finally reaching the swollen nipple, pink as the freshest cherry.

Joffrey didn’t need to reply. His teary eyes were enough clues.

“Don’t cry.” Daeron lowered his head to kiss Joffrey’s tears away, “I am going to take good care of you, all right? I am going to suck your tits dry, so it won’t hurt anymore.”

Joffrey finally let out a whimper when Daeron took one of his nipples into the alpha’s mouth. Daeron teased the little bud with his tongue, drawing circles around it before sucking gently. Having his alpha mate suck his tits felt completely different than nursing his pup. Daeron didn’t bite him, but he was no less cruel than the demanding baby. He turned Joffrey’s sensitive nipple into a plaything, and took away all of Joffrey’s pride, reducing the omega into a whimpering mess of tears and moans.

“No…no, please,” Joffrey tried to break free from the alpha, but failed miserably, “why are you doing this to me? Why do you have to be so cruel?”

Daeron sucked harder on Joffrey’s nipple, feeding on the omega’s milk. Joffrey’s milk was warm and sweet, the perfect nutrition for their baby, the epitome of motherhood, and the most delicious thing Daeron had ever tasted. He kept sucking and sucking, until his mouth was full of Joffrey’s sweet milk, before swallowing the creamy elixir down.

“I have no intention to treat you cruelly.” Daeron said after swallowing another mouthful of Joffrey’s milk, his lip stained with the creamy liquid, “As I said, I am helping you.”

“You are humiliating me.” Joffrey lowered his eyes, unable to look at Daeron’s milk-stained lip.

“No.” Daeron cupped Joffrey’s cheek with his free hand and forced the omega’s face up, “Trust me, that’s not what I am doing. I will never humiliate you.”

“Then why are you treating me like a milk cow?” Joffrey sounded offended, “Does it make you feel better, taking away all my dignity and reducing me to this humiliating state?”

Daeron frowned. Why did Joffrey speak like that? As if swelling with milk was a bad thing? In Daeron’s opinion, it was the most natural and beautiful thing.

“I am not taking away your dignity. I am honoring you.” Daeron wiped away Joffrey’s tears, “I am sorry that I didn’t worship you like I ought to. I want to make up for it. Let me prove to you that I can be the perfect alpha for you.”

“And you expect me to believe that?” Joffrey actually chuckled, “Your words are nothing but the product of alpha pheromones. You don’t like me, and I don’t like you.”

Daeron covered Joffrey’s lip with his own, for he couldn’t stand to hear another self-belittling word from the omega. He grabbed Joffrey’s other breast, and squeezed his free hand between the omega’s legs. Joffrey was already so wet and so ready for him.

Joffrey jumped in surprise when Daeron inserted two fingers into him. The alpha kept kissing him, passionate and invasive, and kneading the one tit that still filled with milk. Joffrey was overwhelmed by the continuous stimulation, whimpering, moaning, tossing, twitching, like a worm that struggled from its life. Daeron was everywhere. His mouth, his tits, and his pussy were all conquered by the alpha. He didn’t know what to feel, as saliva, milk and slick all rushed out of him.

“You are so beautiful, my omega.” Daeron murmured against Joffrey’s lip, but unfortunately, his omega couldn’t hear him, for Joffrey was shaking violently in his first orgasm since the pregnancy. It didn’t matter, though. Daeron planned to repeat it for a thousand, no, a million times until Joffrey believed him.

Neither Daeron or Joffrey left their bedroom for the next seven days.

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Neymar jr

Part 3

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“You’re not sleeping at all?” I asked sat on the bed, secretly enjoying the show he was putting on which I don’t even think he was aware of; while taking off his jacket and loosing the tie.

“Need to keep an eye out just in case” he answered, took a quick look outside the window before getting comfortable on the chair. Legs wide open, arms on each side and hair disheveled but looking as fluffy as ever, his unwavering eyes on me causing me to shift but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking away first.

“Are you just gonna stare at me all night?” I asked eyebrows raised at him.

“I could do that yeah” he said with an amused smirk on his face when he noticed I was getting flustered.

“after all I’m suppose to make sure you’re safe at all times sweets.” He said adjusting himself on his seat.

“Suit yourself” I gave him a fake smile rolling my eyes and got up to get ride of my trousers and got under the cover with my back towards him.

“What the hell?” I looked down at chocolate bar that was thrown at me, rudely waking me up. I didn’t even remember falling asleep last night.

“You’re welcome.” Neymar mumbled taking a bite of an identical chocolate bar in his hand.

“What’s the plan?” I asked unwrapping the chocolate and dragging myself out of the warm sheets walking to the table that had maps scattered on it. Where did he get those?

“We can’t stay here longer but there’s a safe house a few hours away.” He said walking to stand next to me and point at one of the maps.

“I’ve never heard of this place.” I thought out loud.

“That’s the purpose now get ready we need to move.” He said and I nodded quickly putting on my trousers and grabbing my boots my half eaten chocolate bar between my teeth while I struggled to tie my laces.

“How we gonna get there? We can’t really use the car anymore. Bullet holes don’t tend to go unnoticed especially in day light.” I said while we made our way to the parking lot. Neymar’s hand on my back guiding me while he was scanning the area.

“I know sweets.” He suddenly stoped walking and I didn’t have time to ask before he took a step towards me causing me to take one back my back pressed against the cold surface of a car he pushed my hair off my shoulder and dragging the back of his hand down my arm causing goosebumps to rise.

“I found another car.” He said. Our chests almost touching while his hand slide down to hold my waist.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled a hundred thoughts running through my head with him this close to me.

He really is pretty.

What I didn’t expect was for him to lean further and while I almost froze up I was quick to understand what’s going on. There was a couple a few meters away and the lady was looking right at us.

“We’re being watch sweets.” His voice in my ear brought my attention back to him.

He was covering my body with his while trying not to look suspicious even if they just looked like an ordinary couple we couldn’t take any chances. I noticed his eyes watching their every move from the side mirror of the car we were currently pressed against.

I hummed wrapping my arms around his neck playing along. I was barely able to contain my smirk when he tensed up under my touch and relaxed almost immediately breathing out harshly in my ear causing me to shiver however my eye remained on the lady who gave me a small smile wrapping her hand around the man’s arm and making their to the rooms.

“They’re gone.” I whispered.

I felt him hesitate before taking a step away from me causing my arms to slip away from his neck to his chest.

His heart was beating fast. his eyes were on my hands and I was quick to drop them to my sides.

“Which car we taking?” I gulped.

He didn’t say anything just nodded his and I didn’t waste another second to jog over to the car getting into the passenger seat and mentally preparing myself for a long drive.

“Cosy.” I said looking at the cottage in front of us.

My limbs were stiffed after the long drive and I hoped that we could settle there for a while. The cottage was covered by tall trees for miles and miles the last sign of anyone was when we passed the gas station about two hours ago.

“Cmon” he said entering the code. Once the door clicked opened he held it open for me to step in first.

“We should be fine for at least a few days till I can get a hold of your father.” He said causing me to stiffen.

My father.

Coming to think of if it seemed like me and Neymar were the only one at the house the night of the attack. Well, except for Maria but even she wasn’t supposed to be there. I could remember vividly, saying goodbye to her after she wished me luck as I was about to talk to my father asking if I needed her to stay longer in case something goes wrong but I assured her everything’s fine.

“Where was my father that night?” I turned back to Neymar.

“He left about an hour after I got there. I’m sure he’s fine.” Neymar said fiddling with the iPad in his hand which had the security cameras of the perimeter displayed on it.

“Where were the other guards that night?” I pressed harder my stomach twisting violently when my father’s voice echoed through my head. Maybe father decided the tragedy was needed sooner than later.

“He had an important meeting and was escorted by the security team.” He could practically see the gears turning in my brain.

I just hummed not convinced but on the other hand it didn’t make sense for him to change his mind that fast especially when he had just assigned Neymar to me. Why bother with a bodyguard if the plan was to kill me.

I huffed walking to the kitchen when my stomach growled, happy when I found a can in one of the cupboards and checked for the expiry date.

“Do you know how to make it?” Neymar said nodding his head at the can in my hand a bit too amused for my liking.

“How hard can it be?” I shrugged trying to find the instructions.

“Hmm. Give me that.” He huffed taking the can from my hands and shooed me out the kitchen.

“Bossy.” Normally I would’ve fought back a bit more but I was absolutely clueless in the kitchen and I was hungry plus he seemed to know his way around.

I wasn’t wrong when half an hour later he slide a dish towards me that I could’ve sworn looked like it was made by a professional chef saying a quick thank you, I didn’t waste another second to dive in. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips when I tasted it which caused him to chuckle.

“What? This is really good.” I said taking another bite as he settled across from me with a plate in front him.

“I know I’m just that good.” He said smugly and rolled my eyes throwing one of the apples, that were in the bowl next to us, at him. He caught it easily shaking his head as he laughed.

He’s got a beautiful laugh.

I had a smile on my face for the rest of the dinner. After we were done with the food I insisted on washing the plates as he made the dinner not wanting to be total brat, which is what led us to be standing side by side by the sink. He was drying up the plates after I had finished washing them. The simple domestic task almost seemed too foreign to me especially after the past few days.

Father was washing the dishes while I was stood next to him barely half his height, complaining about the fact that he didn’t braid my hair exactly like the picture I showed him. He splashed me with water causing me to shriek and giggle. He had a gentle smile on his face.

These memories almost felt bitter after everything that happened in the next years.

I didn’t even realised that I had zoned out before Neymar grabbed the plate from my hand “you good?” He asked softly and I nodded happy that he didn’t question me further.

“The bedroom is upstairs and there should be some clothes in the wardrobe too.” He said leaning his back against the counter after he placed the last plate in the cupboard.

I nodded and made my way up the stairs to the bedroom, grabbing some clothes from the wardrobe just like he’d told me and made it to the bathroom.

A quick shower would do just fine. I was finally able to relax when the hot water hit my skin however I was soon interrupted when I heard clattering sound in the bedroom at first I though I was imagining it or perhaps it was Neymar. I decided against calling out his name just in case it’s an intruder. I wouldn’t want to announce myself, so I let the water keep running to not raise suspicions and wrapped a towel around myself, cursing when I couldn’t find anything to use as a weapon.

“Easy there sweets it’s just me.” I jumped and turned around looking at Neymar who was grabbing some clothes from the wardrobe just like I’d done a few minutes ago.

“You dickhead.” I glared at him.

He flashed me a toothy grin before he started unbuttoning his shirt and I had to physically restrain myself from reaching out to feel his tanned tattooed chest. Damn him for looking so good.

He started to unbuckle his belt, dark eyes tracing the water drops down my bare legs. The small towel wasn’t doing much to cover my thighs clenching together and I knew if I’d stayed there longer we’d both be in trouble but two can play and I wasn’t about to back down so I turned around, dropped the towel, didn’t even bother with the door anymore and got back to my shower. Satisfied with the groan that left his lips.

The next morning I was woken up by the sound of grunting from somewhere in the house not knowing what the hell was going on, I warily made my way downstairs, rolling my eyes when I saw it was just Neymar doing push-ups in the middle of the leaving room. Shirtless.

“Morning.” He smirked when he caught me checking out his tattoos and I groaned making my way to the kitchen.

“You’re really not a morning person.” He chuckled. I glared at him and raised his hands in surrender.

“We need food..” I said looking inside the empty fridge.

“What are you doing?” He asked as I made my way past him towards the front door and put on my shoes.

“We need food.” I said again and almost on cue my stomach growled. He didn’t argue further and threw on his hoodie, securing the gun in his waistband.

The drive was shorter than I remember. Once we made it to the supermarket he was quick to make his way to my side opening the door and offering me his hand to help me out and didn’t let go of my hand even when we were inside either. I could tell he was tensed from the way he kept clenching his jaw and glaring at anyone who dared to even look in my way.

When it was our turn to pay for our stuff, he handed me the items while I scanned them so we could get out of there faster. Half way through I noticed that I forgot yogurt.

“Keep scanning I’ll just grab something from the back real quick.” I told Neymar and he reluctantly nodded letting go of me.

I finally found the one I wanted, bending down to grab it, a sharp object was pressed to my side which made me stop and roll my eyes; of course I’m going out because of yogurt.

“Don’t make a sound bird.” I was surprised to hear a sweet voice whisper in my ear tho.

We both heard a loud scream at the front followed by a gun shot. So much for being quiet I swear Neymar could never keep it down but I wasn’t complaining as it was enough to make her loosen the grip on me and for me to draw out my knife from my boots but she wasn’t a complete amateur like I originally thought and acted faster than I expected, swinging her knife and sliced my arm causing me to drop my knife. She didn’t give me second to breath before she had me slammed against the fridge with enough force that broke down the glass doors.

“Who sent you?” I struggled against her trying to point the sharp end of her knife away from my face. This time she wasn’t holding back but neither was I. I brought up my knee kicking her in the stomach and punched her square in the face.

Her nose made a cracking sound and she went flying back but managed to hold onto the shelf behind her not before knocking some bottles off the shelf tho

“You little bitch” she screamed holding onto her nose.

“Oops” I winced her nose was definitely broken.

She went to jumped on me again but I dived out of her way just in time and made a run for my knife however she still managed to grab my leg causing me to trip over. Luckily there was a bottle near where I landed and I stretched my arm reaching for it and smashed it against her head but this time she didn’t even flinch.

“Really? What are you?” I shouted.

I rolled on my side just before she could stab me and finally wrapped my hand around my knife turning around diving it in her stomach.

She gasped as I held up her body on top of mine “who sent you?”

But before she could open her mouth there was a gun shot sound.

“I had her” I screamed at Neymar who had his gun raised.

He jogged over at me pushing her lifeless body off of mine and helped me up.

“Are you okay?” His eyes were looking me up and down for injuries.

“She was about to tell me who sent her.” I shouted at him but he ignored me grabbing my face and moving it side to side.

“Neymar” I called out his name louder and this time his eyes snapped to me.

“I’m okay.” I said more softly when I noticed he had blood dripping down his lips and brow and also he was fucking limping.

“Are you okay?” I asked so quiet that I wasn’t even sure he’d heard it but he suddenly pulled me to his chest, holding the back of my head and I wrapped my arms around his neck holding onto him tightly.

The adrenaline was wearing off, my back was starting to sting from landing on broken glass and my arm hurt like hell.

“Cmon we need to go.” He whispered lacing our fingers together and guiding me to the exit.

“Hold on.” I said grabbing our groceries bag and a yogurt pack, pulling out a twenty and skipped over to him.

“You’re crazy.” He mumbled shaking his head to which I only shrugged opening my yogurt and taking a spoonful.

When we made it back to the house I went up to the bathroom knowing he’s following me. I grabbed the first aid but he stopped me, slipping the box out of my hand. His chest was pressed against my back and I slowly looked up locking eyes with him in the mirror.

He slowly turned me around and a yelp escaped my mouth when he grabbed the back of my thighs and put me on top of the counter standing between my legs.

He didn’t even spare me a glance as he started cleaning my arm.

Meanwhile I grabbed a towel damping it slightly and bringing it up to his face.

At this point he was done wrapping up my arm so I grabbed his chin making him look at me and started cleaning his face.

He hissed when I reached his lip causing me to playfully roll my eyes and whisper ‘big baby’ which he responded with pinching my thigh and I slapped his arm with the towel.

“Be gentle with me sweets.” He said glaring playfully back at me.

“What now?” I whispered tilting his head to the side to clean up the blood on the side of his neck.

“We really need to find your father.” He said his hands drawing circles on my hips.

“I might have an idea or two about where we can start.” I whispered dropping the towel in the sink.

“You know where your father is?” He asked taking a step back from me causing me to frown.

“No, I said I might know where to start looking for him.”

“Listen this isn’t some sort of games you play when you’re bored princess; if you know where he is you need to tell me.” His eyes darkened.

How dare he accusing me of thinking this as a game when it’s my life that’s on the line.

“I’m very well aware that this is not a game. For fuck’s sake who do you think you are mansplaining my life to me.” He opened his mouth but before he could talk I continued.

“No. This is just another job for you. You’ve been ordered to keep me alive” I jumped off the counter and took a step closer to him, our chests almost touching.

“Oh you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into pretty boy.” I raised my hand running a finger down the side of his face before wrapping my fingers loosely around his neck.

“You’re just waiting up for your next order. Who knows.. it could be that you have to end me don’t get me wrong, I won’t go down without a fight Ney.”

“Nothing personal sweetheart.” I whispered in his ear.

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michelle-is-writing · 11 months

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Missing You, Ben Hardy

Since Ben left for filming a couple months ago, I’ve been okay. Of course, I’ve been missing him ever since he left. The text messages and phone calls have made up for the lack of conversations we used to have, and the constant pictures he sends me help me still feel connected to him. But lately, I’ve been missing him the hardest, and I couldn’t tell you why either.

During the day, I’m fine. I go about my daily rituals as usual, but at night, when I get ready to go to bed, it’s like I’m hit with a mix of sadness and longing for Ben to be back by my side. Some nights, I can’t fall asleep until it’s past three or four in the morning. I can’t explain why - it’s just something that happens now.

For some reason, tonight is the worst it’s ever been for me. I’ve tried everything I can to fall asleep. I’ve taken melatonin, turned off every bright light, made sure that there were no noises coming from anything, turned my phone off, everything. I even tried to meditate for a while, but I eventually gave up when I realized it wasn’t working for me either. I've also had “relaxing” music playing since I first started getting ready to go to bed, but that obviously didn’t work either.

Every time I close my eyes, images of Ben flash in my mind. I remember specific times like when we go out together and just enjoy each other's time. I’m also reminded of the times when we go out with friends and how Ben always holds me to him in front of everyone with his arm tight around my waist and my back pressed against his chest. It makes me feel like he’s so thankful to have me there with him when he does this. More importantly, I remember the times when he said things exactly like that to me. Hearing the love of your life say, “I’m so happy to have you in my life,” is something that you’ll cherish and remember for a very, very long time - if not forever.

The only problem with that is with moments like these when you can’t be with them. In that case, you’re left to simply think about that special person rather than see or hear them. You can’t hold them or love on them. You can’t even laugh with them and see their face crinkle up because of that laughter. So, you’re left to miss them immensely, and it sucks.

It really sucks.

Looking over at my alarm clock, the bright red lights tell me it’s almost 4:30, and I’m left to groan in response. Last night, I didn’t pass out until 3, and I had to wake up for work today with only 4 hours of sleep in my system. I don’t want to have another night like that. Granted, I may not have to work tomorrow, but still. I don’t want to fall asleep at the same time people are getting up to start the day if I can help it.

Frankie beside me stirs in her sleep before getting up and heading out into the living room. At that, I kind of laugh. She must’ve gotten tired of me constantly tossing and turning. I’m tired of it too, but it’s not like I can do anything about it.

With a sigh, I turn on my side toward the wall and try to close my eyes once more. At first, I’m joyful that finally, nothing pops up. No images of Ben or anyone else. Just the darkness of what I’m hoping is looming sleep.

For a few moments, this lasts until I start thinking about how nice Ben’s touch felt against my skin. The way his slightly rough hands had such a gentle grasp when he touched me is something that can wake me up instantly, but I’m trying to not let the memory of it do that. However, reminiscing on his touch seems to be too much for me as I actually feel his touch on me now despite him being six hours away. The mind can certainly be one powerful thing.

“Are you awake?”

As soon as I hear Ben’s voice, my eyes shoot open and I quickly turn over to see him standing by the side of the bed, a smile on his face. Granted, the only light in the room is the dim red hue coming from my alarm clock, so I’m assuming the lines on his cheek mean he’s smiling.

“Oh my God!” I exclaim, nearly jumping out of bed to throw myself at Ben. Thankfully, he’s quick to catch me in his arms, but that doesn’t stop us from tumbling down onto the floor with a soft thud, resulting in laughter coming from Ben. Conversely, I immediately pull back to look at Ben despite the room still being pitch dark.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, my hands searching his face and head for any injury, again, in complete darkness. His answer comes to me in even more laughter, his hands quickly finding mine to press soft and gentle kisses to the skin.

“Darling, I’m fine, but I do have to say that was one of the best welcome home greetings I have ever gotten,” Ben assures me before leaning forward to press another kiss to my lips, but his lips meet the side of my nose instead. We both know that one of us should really turn the light on so we can see each other, but going by the fact that I’m on top of Ben, it’ll have to be when I decide to let go of him.

Smiling, I nuzzle my face into his neck. “I’m just happy you’re home,” I tell him, sitting back on his lap so I can turn on the bedside lamp. Ben’s hands instantly make their way to my hips when I do this, his fingers lightly massaging the skin of my exposed waist as soon as they make contact. Once the room has some light flooding through it, I look down at Ben and smile upon seeing his face after so long of having to settle for just pictures or FaceTime. He smiles back at me, a happy sigh falling from his lips afterward.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, darling,” Ben murmurs, a blissful gaze falling over his face. Sliding his arms up from my hips, he rests them against my back all while simply holding me to him as we lie on the hardwood floor of our bedroom. “Could hardly sleep without you, it was horrible.”

At his words, the corner of my lip upturns knowing he missed me too, but at the same time, he probably suffered the same sleep deprivation as me. “I had a hard time sleeping while you were gone too,” I tell him, feeling my body begin to relax on top of him. “I haven’t gotten much sleep either, especially tonight,” with a smile, I press a kiss to Ben’s jaw as I lean my head up a bit. “It's a good thing since you got home early, babe.”

Ben smiles with me in response to my words before swiftly sitting up with me still clinging to his body, my legs now on either side of him as his face rests mere centimeters from mine. The action surprises me for a short second until I let out a small giggle, my brain reminding me of my boyfriend’s superhero muscles that allow him to do those things with me, things that make me absolutely crazy.

“Let’s get back into bed, yeah?” He suggests, standing up with one hand pushing him off the ground and the other keeping my body against his. Once again, I cling tightly to him, my rigid stature only relaxing when my back makes contact with our bed. However, Ben doesn’t move, and instead, he remains on top of me. After a few moments, I speak up.

“Are you comfortable?” My question makes Ben quietly laugh as he knows putting his entire weight on me is not always comfortable, but I won’t complain either.

"I always want to be on top of you, love," He tells me with another sly chuckle before shuffling down in the bed. Now lying mostly on my torso and in between my legs, Ben peers up at me from where he lays his head on my stomach. “How about now? Are you comfortable?”

“Very,” I tell him, moving a hand to comb through his blonde locks. Once my hand touches his head, Ben nuzzles his face against my hand like earlier. In only a matter of seconds, Ben's eyes fall shut as he a soft sigh leaves his nose.

“I missed you… so much,” he admits, “I’d really like it if you came with me next time, even if it’s just for a week,” Ben’s eyes open after his last statement, looking intently at me as I process his suggestion. It would be great to spend that time with him, but I never asked before as I didn't want to distract him while he works.

"As much as I loved your greeting from earlier," Ben speaks up once more, breaking me away from my thoughts and over I’d love it even more if you greeted me like that after filming.”

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codename-mom · 4 months

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The boiler breakdown

Summary: It's winter, the boiler in Hotch's appartment is down and there is no repairman available. Jack has to sleep with his father and as a sleep-talker, he has an interesting point of view on all the members of the BAU team

Characters: BAU team (Blake era) and Jack

Contents: this text is part of a self-challenge on the theme "It's cute but...". So, it's supposed to be funny and/or cute with a slice of bitterswitness. Hope you'll enjoy it!

TW: well, I think it's just fluff on this one. :)

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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“I'm cold!" moaned Jack, curled up in a ball under his comforter.

He gave his father, kneeling beside his bed, a pleading look, surely hoping that this would be enough to solve the problem that was plaguing him. Aaron stroked his hair tenderly, his heart aching to see his son shivering under his nose.

“I know, buddy, but the repairmen aren't available right now.”

The day before, the apartment's boiler had failed, leaving all its tenants at the mercy of winter's torments. Outside, the snowflakes were falling merrily on the sidewalks or crashing into the windows of homes. A time that the child would have loved under normal circumstances, if the temperature in the home hadn't dropped drastically during the previous night. Warm at school, he had spent the evening glued to his sire, sniffing loudly to remind him how cold it was. The BAU director, for his part, had taken advantage of his office hours to try to contact specialists, but had been offered appointments on unlikely dates, when he had only managed to reach someone.

“Why don’t you do the repairs?”

“Because I don't know how to do that, he confessed. I never learnt. It’s a very specific job. But I can bring you another blanket if you like.”

“No. It won't be enough," decreed the boy, tears welling up in his eyes.

Hotch couldn't decide whether he was really that cold, despite the thickness of his blanket, or whether he was just putting on an act to get his point across. He admitted that it wasn't exactly heated within these walls, but the sweater on his back did the trick for the time being. However, he also knew that children cooled down faster than adults, so it was quite possible that he was really struggling to warm up.

“Okay, he sighed, defeated. Come with me.”

“Where are we going?" Jack asked right away, looking much less unhappy.

“In my bedroom.”

“Is it hotter?”

“No, but you'll be less cold if you sleep with me.”

“Okay.”

The kid flung himself into his arms, a smile up to his ears, and Aaron got up to take him to his own bed. As soon as his little feet were on the quilt, the boy made a strategic withdrawal underneath it and pulled as much fabric as possible back to him. His father watched the strange caterpillar form its synthetic cocoon with unabashed amusement but remained standing by the bed base. Then Jack's disheveled head popped up from the soft mass and saw Hotch's fleeing movement.

“Where are you going?”

“I've got to start the dishwasher, prepare the breakfast table, your schoolbag and a couple of other things," he said as he read the time on the clock radio.

It wasn't even half-past ten yet, so he was a long way from being finished for the evening. In addition to the necessary tasks, he hoped to be able to take advantage of his son's absence around him to manage chores that required a bit of calm.

“Okay, agreed the toddler, very serious. But come back soon.”

“I’m in a hurry.”

He turned his back on him and left the room just after, leaving the door slightly ajar to let in a trickle of light. Despite being seven years old, Jack still needed his nightlight to fall asleep, and would wake up immediately if you had the misfortune to turn it off. Hotch heard some parents boasting that their offspring, sometimes younger, were already sleeping in the dark, "like grown-ups"; but he wasn't the least bit concerned. He knew plenty of adults who wouldn't fall asleep without a light source in their room, and a number of people he'd put behind bars had been forcibly locked in the dark. A punishment that had bruised the shaky psyches of these fragile children. It was out of the question for him to deprive his son of this source of comfort, even if he preferred to sleep in the dark. And he wouldn't push him to follow so-called societal norms that still too often did more harm than good. As long as it didn't endanger his health, he did everything in his power not to traumatize him any more than he already had been through his own fault.

Back in the living room, he did as he said he would, trying to make as little noise as possible, then took a few moments to himself before brushing his teeth and putting on a T-shirt and pajama pants. A shiver ran down his spine. Without the thick mesh, the cold of the place was more biting. He left the bathroom, checked that all the doors and windows were closed and that the lights were off, then returned to the darkness of the bedroom. A comforter ball stood motionless in the middle of the mattress. The traffic on the nearby road made it impossible for him to hear Jack's breathing and determine whether or not he was already asleep. Reassembling the box spring on his side, he lifted the still-accessible eiderdown and slid underneath. The creature next to him unfurled at once and little hands pounced on his shirt. Clinging to his arm and torso, Jack shivered.

“You’re still cold?”

“Yes.”

“You'll be fine in a few minutes, reassured his father, placing a kiss on his wild hair. Now close your eyes and try to sleep.”

“Good night, Dad.”

“Good night, champ.”

As expected, the child drifted off to sleep less than a quarter of an hour later, gradually loosening his grip on his top. Pacified by his descendant's slow breathing, Hotch fell asleep soon afterwards. Silence fell on the icy apartment. After two hours, the silence was broken by Jack's high-pitched voice.

“Dad?”

Aaron's eyelids opened almost on the spot, and his attention promptly focused on the little being beside him. However, he soon realized that the boy's breathing was still that of a drowsy person, and the glow of the nightlight – which he had brought from the next room – allowed him to see that his eyes were closed. He smiled. He hadn't had much opportunity to welcome his son into his home after his separation from his mother, but the latter – once they'd mended their differences – had confirmed that their creation was the talkative type, even if unconscious. And since taking care of it himself, he had witnessed more than once the curious but harmless phenomenon of nocturnal logorrhea.

“Yes, Jack," he answered without raising his voice too much.

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too.”

“Can ‘ have a cookie?”

The FBI agent held back a burst of laughter that could have snapped his son out of his trance and took a few breaths to quell his hilarity. It wasn't the first time he'd had a conversation of this kind with Jack, but their dialogues had always taken an unexpected turn. Tonight was no exception to the rule. Recovering from his emotions, Aaron hilariously replied:

“Sure. Here.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

The child closed his mouth to chew his imaginary cake and quietly went on with his night, as if nothing had happened. Hotch, amused, shook his head, and soon went back to sleep.

A few days later, the team was called to the other side of the country for a new investigation. In the jet, the agents proceeded as usual, discussing the details of the case in hand and the deployment of each of them once on site. But this time, a smile split Aaron’s usually impassive and serious mask as he completed the casting.

“What are you smiling at? This case isn't particularly amusing,” pointed out a puzzled Morgan.

“It isn't, indeed, he confirmed, before confessing; I was just thinking about something.”

“Something funny, obviously, stressed JJ, curious. May we know what it is?”

“It’s… it’s a thing Jack did.”

“Is he all right?” immediately worried Garcia, who had stayed on the line to ask Spencer something.

“Yes, yes, he reassured her on the spot. It's just that, currently, the apartment's boiler is on the blink.”

Unwilling to open up normally about his private life, Hotch nonetheless threw himself into it, because the cause of his temporary elation was, in truth, the people sitting around him.

“Is that supposed to be funny?” Blake raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Of course not. It's freezing cold in the apartment, but I can't find a technician available, he complained wearily. The first slot I've been offered is in March. It's almost as if all the boilers in Virginia broke down at the same time.”

“Remind us when this is supposed to be fun,” the former liaison agent turned profiler asked, a mocking eyebrow raised in his direction.

“I’ll be there. Jack is too cold in his room, so he sleeps in mine while we wait.”

“Is it warmer there?” said Reid, wide-eyed.

“No. But he's apparently too small to generate enough heat to keep himself warm in bed. Which is paradoxical because it's a real hot water bottle.”

“You must have restless nights," laughed the blonde in a cross-legged dress.

Three years earlier, just after the tragedy, Jack had spent more than one night sleeping in his father's bed, and the latter had had to deal with the little boy's boundless energy in his sleep. Although barely a third of his size, the kid took up a considerable amount of space under and on the comforter, alternating every conceivable position without ever worrying about the presence of his sire beside him. Aaron soon stopped counting the number of times he had been savagely dragged from his dreams by a slap, an uppercut or a kick from his little roommate.

“Well, he wiggles less than he did a few years ago, he noted with some relief, but he still talks in his sleep. And here’s where it gets fun.”

Early on, he and Haley had noticed that Jack made sounds in his sleep. What sounded like gurgles at first became more and more intelligible as the boy learned to articulate words.

“They say people who talk in their sleep can't lie," announced Spencer.

“It’s true, said his superior with a smirk. Which makes for interesting conversations.”

Hotch had remarked that these unconscious gibberish were neither systematic nor very sensed when he let the boy rant on his own, but the situation changed completely when someone came into communication with him at that moment. The child was then curiously able to respond to solicitations in a rather clear manner.

“Like what?” wanted to know the former police officer, intrigued.

“The first night, he started saying that he was loving me.”

“It’s cute!”

“Wait for it, the giant tempered. I tell him I love him too, and he follows up by asking me for a cookie.”

“It wasn't interested at all,” JJ realized while the others laughed.

“Not at all.”

“What did you do?” inquired the youngest of the group, very attentive.

“I said, "Sure, here." He thanked me and went on with his night.”

A good part of the group burst out laughing as they imagined the scene. Others simply smiled.

“You pretended to give him a cookie?" said Derek, a hint of reproach in his voice.

“Obviously, he had one in his dream.”

“It's cute and, at the same time, a bit devious.”

Penelope had a special affection for her supervisor’s son – the BAU’s first-born – and the latter had to curb her ardor regularly to prevent her from literally drowning Jack in gifts. In fact, he understood that she was less appreciative than the others of the trick he had played on his offspring.

“And what else does he say?" continued Alex with her usual serenity.

“As Reid pointed out, people who talk in their sleep can't lie. So, out of curiosity, I asked him for his opinion on each of you.”

“You did that?”

“Don't worry, Morgan, he said you were a cool big brother with great muscles and that when he grew up, he wanted the same arms as you.”

This time, the hilarity was general.

“The arms still need a bit of work.”

“A little bit, yes, smiled Derek, who regularly maintained his musculature. But I’m fine with that.”

“Me? Me?” leapt the analyst from behind her webcam.

“Then he said, "I love Penelope so much! She's so funny, she's so the best and the superhero of the BAU."”

“Oooooh! Is it possible to have this engraved on a plaque that I can hang on my door?”

Her colleagues laughed heartily, and Hotch imagined how Strauss, his superior, would look if he agreed to her request. Already criticizing him for letting the young woman flood her office with toys and photographs, each less professional than the last, he couldn't imagine what she'd say if she came across a sign engraved with this quote. In the back of his mind, however, he noted that it might serve as a gift idea for her, perhaps in the form of a T-shirt.

“In case we haven't already told you, your son is an angel, sir. And I love him so much too.”

“I’ll tell him.”

“What about me? What did he say about me?" said Reid impatiently.

Despite his lack of social skills and aversion to physical contact, the doctor of criminology and other fields got on quite well with children. Surely helped by his still childish mind on many subjects, he had no difficulty talking to them and they naturally trusted him. Jack was no exception. In his own way.

“Spencer, he looks like a giant noodle, but with brain like no other!”

Morgan, Garcia and JJ immediately chuckled, while Blake and Rossi smiled in unison. Aaron tried to hide his when he saw the annoyed look on Reid’s face.

“A noodle?” he repeated, obviously disappointed.

“With a brain like no other," Dave reminded him, not quite able to regain his composure.

“I didn’t say it was always grandiloquent. Or positive.”

He kept to himself the fact that he found the description rather realistic. The young agent was taller than he was, which wasn't noticeable at first glance, since he was usually stooped or lanky, his arms and legs undulating around his scrawny torso. That was for the noodle side. For the rest, those five doctorates and his eidetic memory spoke for themselves.

“Did he say anything about me?" pursued Alex, sitting on the bench next to the square.

Blake had recently joined the BAU, replacing Emily Prentiss, who had left to join Interpol's London branch. The newcomer taught forensic linguistics, but her instinct and natural clairvoyance made her an excellent profiler. Gentle and caring, she quickly took the youngest member of the unit under her wing, and the two got on wonderfully well. An understanding that was echoed by the other members of the team, who rapidly made room for her among them. Hotch, who was very close to her own age, liked her very much and had already spoken to Jack about her, showing him shots of her with the rest of the group.

“He doesn't know you very well, but he said you had a good air. And that you had a pixie side.”

“Pixie?”

“In his vocabulary, that means "mischievous".”

“Perceptive," she said with a wry smile.

“Not that much, I hope.”

The teacher added nothing more, contenting herself with a mysterious pout that did nothing to reassure her supervisor. Apart from Rossi, who was older than him, all the other agents under his command were between ten and twenty years younger than him, and some days their mental age seemed to decrease so much that he felt he was running a day-care center. By hiring someone from his own generation, he had hoped that this new recruit would give him a chance to catch his breath. But that might not be the case.

“What did he say about Dave?”

“Ah, Uncle Dave, Aaron sighed, repeating the nickname Jack always attributed to his mentor. He said, and I quote, "I'd like him to come every day and cook, because with you it's no good."”

This time, eyes widened and mouths dropped open in amazement at the little boy's reflection. Hotch guessed the giggles that threatened to cross some people's lips.

“I admit, it's a double-edged sword, he confessed, remembering that he'd had the same reaction that evening. And he’s not completely wrong, to be honest.”

Indeed, the agency director may have been good at many things, very useful for his work, but he had the peculiar gift of being unable to make anything remotely edible when he tried to cook. It wasn't for want of spending hours listening to his mother explain how to make this or that preparation, but nothing helped. Regularly, he tried his luck again, as soon as something clicked during the night, but to no avail. Jack was clearly doing better than his seven-year-old self.

“I'll make you some boxes," said the novelist pityingly.

“Thank you.”

“And JJ?" went on Derek, who had just remembered that one of the team hadn't yet gone through the toddler's sieve.

“I fear the worst.”

“No, it’s okay, announced Aaron. He said you'd make a great model for Kung Fu Barbie.”

Caught off-guard, everyone hesitated for a moment before laughter erupted from all sides. Evidently, the father had told his son that the slender blonde trained regularly in the martial arts and had no trouble knocking down men of her stature, if not more.

“Oh, my God…” JJ hiccupped, crushing a tear in the corner of her eye.

“If I find one in a shop, I’ll buy it for you.”

“I can’t wait.”

The hilarity began again, then gradually subsided as everyone caught their breath.

“Does he remember anything about the next day?” Blake questioned, concerned.

“Absolutely not. I, on the other hand, remember, he said, before adding. Yesterday, he pointed out that I was no good at DIY, but that he loved me all the same.”

“Honor is safe," joked Rossi as the giggles resumed.

“You know what?”

“What?” answered Morgan.

“I wish all briefings were like this. You have to admit, it's a lot nicer.”

Everyone abounded or nodded in agreement, and the flight continued unhurriedly, the cabin for once bathed in a light, festive atmosphere.

___

An happy new year to all of you! /o/

Thanks a lot for the attention you give to my works. Don't hesitate to leave a comment, I'll be more than pleased to answer it.

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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when you love someone | late 60s!elvis x gn!reader

summary: you had a hard week and all elvis wants to do is make you feel better

wc: 1.7k

warnings: depression, mentions of anxiety, set after filming live a little love a little, gender neutral reader, written with my love and tears

note: 2 fics in one week ?? that's so crazy. i wrote this to comfort myself so i hope it's comforting to some of y'all too. somewhat inspired by this song. send in requests yall!! as always, may contain inaccuracies and mistakes. enjoy.

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you and elvis had been dating for a couple years now, meeting him on the set of one of his movies as an assistant. it was going well and you were happy to be able to travel with elvis whenever he was off filming. until word got out about your relationship and the colonel forbid you from stepping foot on set during this recent movie. not only would you be unable to see elvis for a long period of time, but you'd just lost your job as well. times like these made you grateful to have elvis around since he had offered to help you with rent until he could move you into graceland.

however, being home all alone was taking a toll on you. elvis was to return soon and you were a mess. you hadn't called him nor returned any of his phone calls in a week, dishes were piling up, and god knows when you last showered. you didn't even know what day it was. you'd been glued to your couch for the past week, refusing to get up for anything. elvis was probably worried about you but whatever. he's better off without you anyway, right?

you were on your fourth nap of the day, falling asleep to the sound of a random show on tv and drowning out the sounds of the telephone in the distance every hour or so. you didn't even realize elvis had shown up to your house.

he was grateful you had given him an extra key before he left since you didn't bother going to the door. the sight broke his heart. he first noticed the pile of mail he accidentally stepped on when he first walked in, picking it all up and bringing it to the living room where he saw you asleep peacefully, dirty dishes spread around the coffee table. it wasn't any better when he stepped foot in the kitchen, looking at a sink full of various pots and pans coated with dinner that must have been made three or four days ago. it was no wonder you hadn't returned his calls. he was worried sick about you. even being in your house, he was still worried, unsure of how you'd react to him being at your house when you woke up.

any other man would grab their things and leave, completely ignoring the state of a house this messy. but elvis wasn't any other man, he was your boyfriend and he adored you. it upset him terribly knowing you must of been feeling bad recently for your house, which was once kept so pristine, to end up in such a mess. the fact you'd have to clean this all up one day must have been adding on to your stress as well and he wasn't going to have that. time to get to work.

starting with the living room, he quietly began bringing dishes to the kitchen, washing, drying them and setting them back where they belong. he didn't forget the pots and pans either, scrubbing away for what felt like ages and laying them out to dry. he swept and wiped down the counters for you as well along with discarding any empty food packages you'd thrown around and hadn't bothered to pick up. you were still sound asleep by the time he finished cleaning the kitchen and living room so he went ahead and did your laundry too, not forgetting to fold and put away your clothes in the way you liked them organized.

he hated waking you up for anything, but it was getting late and he knew you'd regret napping like this so close to your usual bedtime. he kneeled down to the couch, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "hon?" he said, shaking you softly from your sleep.

you opened your eyes to a concerned elvis, looking at you with sad, tired eyes. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, your brain finally registering that your boyfriend was in your own home after being away for a month. "elvis?"

he flashed a smile at you. "hi baby, what's goin' on?"

you sat up slowly, patting down your unbrushed bed hair. you looked around, noticing the lack of dishes and the new cleanliness of your home. "what-elvis. please tell me you-"

"don't worry about it, it's the least i can do." he sat on the edge, leaning in to give you a much-needed kiss until you backed away from him, covering yourself. "don't. you shouldn't see me like this. i thought i had another week."

he frowned. "oh baby, you're still beautiful." he kissed you anyway, placing a hand on the side of your cheek. "i came home early cause you wouldn't answer my calls, i was worried sick, darlin'"

you turned away from him, avoiding eye contact, embarrassed. here he was, the most handsome man to ever exist on this earth was in front of you while you sat there with your unbrushed hair and clothes from a week ago. "i'm sorry."

he turned your face back towards him. "none of that, no apologizin'" he stood up and held out his hand. "lets go run you a bath, sound good?"

you took his hand as he took you to the bathroom, passing the kitchen and finding yourself feeling guilty for letting elvis do all of this for you, especially for letting him see you like this. he drew you a warm bath, helping you undress and helping you in as he sat on the edge of the tub, washing away a weeks worth of dirt from your hair and body. he was gentle with you. massaging your scalp with your favorite strawberry shampoo and rinsing it out carefully. you noticed the bathroom was cleaned too. there was that feeling of guilt again. you couldn't even look elvis in the eye, not even while he was humming one of the songs he used in a recent film as he conditioned your hair.

"which one was that?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"what? the conditioner? it's the strawberry one, did i use-"

you rolled your eyes playfully. "no, the song."

his lips perked up, chuckling softly. "i didn't even realize i was hummin'" he shook his head, moving onto rinsing your hair out again. "almost in love."

"excited to hear it." you murmured, running your hands through the soapy bath water.

"you'll like it." he reached for the towel behind him, drying your hair thoroughly. "at least i hope you do." he joked.

your face scrunched up as he went a little too rough drying your hair, mumbling a quiet 'sorry'. "why wouldn't i? i love everything you release."

he unplugged the drain and helped you out of the tub, handing you a towel for you to dry the rest of your body off as he fetched you some clean clothes. "is that right? don't lie now."

you dried yourself off, "yeah elvis, i hate everything you release." you said sarcastically as you put on your clothes. you tried to ignore how he also did your laundry for you, shaking off the guilt.

"there we go, that's what i like to hear." he joked. he picked up your brush and placed both hands on your face, giving you a quick kiss. "you're awful." you said. he grinned at you, tapping your nose with his finger. "aren't i just the worst?" he took your hand again, pulling you to your bedroom. he sat you on the edge of the bed as he got behind you, brushing away gently. you took a quick glance in the small mirror sitting on your dresser and watched as he brushed your hair. your eyes welled up with tears. you felt so undeserving of elvis and his kindness. the guilt was starting to eat away at you. there weren't enough words to describe how much you loved elvis and how well he treated you.

it wasn't long until elvis noticed your tears, setting the brush aside and turning you towards him. "oh no, baby. c'mere." he pulled you in a tight embrace, letting you cry into his shoulder as you held him tightly. "let it all out, i got you."

"i'm so sorry, you shouldn't have done any of this for me. i don't know what got into me, it's just been so hard." you said in between sobs. your anxiety finally caught up to you. losing your job and fearing you'd lose elvis too, you didn't know what you would do without him.

elvis rubbed your back up and down, letting you vent and cry. "i know hon, i know." he whispered. "'m here now. i'll take care of you." he had his own insecurities, often worrying about what fans think of his movies. how he was unhappy with how a lot of them turned out and how badly he wanted to move on from them. it was something he often spoke to you about. you were the one who made him not give up on his career, you gave him that boost he always needed. it was always you, now it was his turn for a change.

you apologized over and over again for making him take care of you. the tears just wouldn't stop. he released you from his embrace to crawl up to the headboard, you following shortly after. he pulled you in his lap as you rested your head on his chest, sniffling softly. "don't want to ever hear you apologize. none of this is your fault, you got that? i just wish you knew how much you mean to me." he said, running his fingers through your damp hair. "love you so much, little one. so damn much. wish i could take those nasty little thoughts from your head and deal with 'em myself."

"you don't wanna know what my thoughts are like, elvis. i wouldn't wish it on anyone." you mumbled.

he sighed. "i'm sorry you have to go through that, baby. you don't deserve that. at least i can make 'em go away for awhile." he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close.

"thank you for everything, really. i love you."

"love you too, little one. always will." he replied softly, going back to humming the same song from earlier as he rocked the two of you gently from side to side, leaving you in your own little world for a little while.

#my mental has been very very bad but i am so grateful i have elvis he does truly make me feel better lol #elvis x reader #elvis #elvis presley

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macchiadinchiostro · 6 months

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Tony Stark × reader

CONFERENCE

(i apologise for any spelling, grammatical or lexical mistake, English's not my first language. enjoy!)

I was sleeping peacefully in my bedroom when a screaming Klaudia, knocked down my bedroom door, mumbling like a madwoman and starting frantically rummaging through my wardrobe and all my drawers.

What the hell is going on.

I wake up grumbling and blinded by the light that suddenly came on.

«Klo? What the hell?" I rub my eyes, watching my roommate fumble through my clothes.

"What the hell? What the hell?! You're kidding me, right?" she shouts furiously "You've been sleeping for three and a half hours! Three! You said you were going to take a quick nap and you slept, three. Damn. hours. Come on! You promised me that this time you would be on time!" she frowns tossing me a t-shirt and skirt.

I don't know exactly how long it took me to understand what she was talking about, but clearly too long because she started screaming and mumbling again.

While I was getting dressed I then learned that I am a shitty friend, because I had forgotten that for her birthday I had promised to accompany her to an event she had been waiting for months: Tony Stark's conference on I don't even remember what, what it had been toured all over the United States and eventually made it to Miami.

She's been talking about it since forever, she's just his biggest fan. She knows everything there is to know about him, all his work, his projects and since it has become of public dominion that he's iron man, her obsession just increased.

I mean, I can't blame her but I can't say I'm happy to go either, to be honest.

I just know him for fame, it's not like I actually follow him or what he does.

Anyway, Klaudia is one of my best friends so, I won't complain any further.

I finish to get ready in no time, we get in my car, and we head to the congress.

° ° °

It's. impossible.

He had been talking for more than two hours, without taking a break nor drinking even a little bit of a water.

Everyone here seems to be focused solely on what he's saying, without losing a single word.

I feel my eyelids getting heavy once again.

I've been fighting to not fall asleep almost since we arrived and when I'm about to pass from our world to dreamland, Klaudia, gives me a sound elbow. My eyes go wide open and I sit up on my chair, adjusting my posture and hoping it'll help to stay awake.

«How much will this take?» I whisper rubbing my eyes forcefully «He usually takes a break after the four hours.» she responds seriously.

My jaw drops to the floor «I'm sorry, after how much?» I exclaim a bit too loudly since everyone turns to us and Tony Stark himself stops talking.

On one hand the silence feels so good I might just fall asleep on the spot. On the other hand I might not cause he spotted me and instead of falling asleep, I want to die on the spot.

Anyway, I clear my throat and nod a little excuse and he starts talking again.

If looks could kill, I think I'd be dead, buried and decomposed from the way my roommate is looking at me.

Anyway, she quickly moves her focus back to Stark so I can relax my shoulders and return to my desperate attempts to not fall asleep.

After that, however, I can't help but notice how Stark's gaze meets mine more often than it did before, which definitely helped me to give myself an attitude and wake up.

He's not looking at me, it's impossible. He must be looking at someone he knows sitting behind me or something like that.

I try to ignore his insistent glances and to convince myself that I'm just being paranoid, but now that i pay more attention to actually understand if I may have schizophrenia and I'm seeing illusions or if he's actually looking at me, I can't help but notice that I may not have it.

I turn around a couple times to check who's sitting behind me but I don't notice anyone who could be close to him.

What if he's a actually looking at me then?

I mentally slap my forehead. No way.

The hours pass more quickly than expected and in no time, he gets off the stage announcing a break.

While I'm out of the congress' room, enjoying some appetisers from the buffet, someone taps on my shoulder.

Please no, don't give me a speech now.

I snort under my breath and without bothering to turn around I start talking «Klaudia I know. I know I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a fool of myself in front of everyone embarrassing you too. Seriously. But you have to try and get me anyway! That guy talked for four hours without interruption! Four hours! It's... It's insane! I couldn't bear it anymore!» before I could go on anyway I get interrupted.

«Oh, you couldn't bear it anymore uh?»

My heart stops.

This is not Klaudia's voice.

It's the first thought that crosses my mind.

Please don't be who I fear you are.

It's the second. Then I turn around.

And fucking shit.

it's the third.

#tony stark #iron man #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #marvel #fanfiction #marvel fic #part 1

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