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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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A Helping Hand. Bestfriend! Steve Harrington x Reader

A Helping Hand.

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Summary: Restless and horny, trying to sleep when, Steve offers to help his best friend out. Cause what are best friends for right?

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, f orgasm, m orgasm, best friend!Steve, swearing, kind of dry humping, Steve cums in his pants, fingering (f receiving) IF THERES ANYTHING ELSE I MISSED LET ME KNOW

Wordcount: 1841

It's been almost 45 minutes since you both got into bed and Steve can hear every time you sigh and feel every time you shift. You silently hope he's asleep because you really want to roll onto your other side but if he's even the slightest bit awake he'll make that sad little noise he does when you move away from him. The movie you were watching ended ten minutes ago, and you watched through the entire credits as they rolled up the screen until the VCR turned itself and the TV off.

You didn't get like this often, squirmy and unsettled, especially in the presence of Steve because he usually helped calm all of those things. So sleeping in his bed, on a Friday night after watching movies and hanging out, wasn't something you were new to. Something you were new to however, was the ever prominent throbbing of your clit that just wouldn't go away. You weren't blind, Steve was hot, he'd been hot the minute he hit puberty, and you were crushing on him years before that, but of course it was just simpler to settle as friends.

You never had that conversation with him, never jokingly asked "what would it be like if we dated" because you both knew it would just be like now, except with a little more sexual intimacy. You couldn't bare to hear what Steve would say, hear him laugh about how he could never see you like that, because that would hurt far more worse than if he wasn't attracted to you.

You sigh again, shifting slightly from where you lay, with your back pressed against his chest, almost uncomfortably warm, despite the cold weather outside. Steve instinctively pulls you closer to him in his tired state, but with his hand splayed across your stomach you can't help the small whimper that escapes you when your ass touches his hips behind you. You squint your eyes, hold your breath and go stiff in his arms, still hoping he was asleep enough to not catch the sound that just came out of you.

But of course, he did.

"You okay?" he mumbled softly, his warm breath fanning across the back of your neck.

"Y-yeah, sorry just thought you were asleep, you startled me a little" you lied, attempting to settle back into his pillows. Steves hand was searing hot where it was on your stomach, his fingers dipping slightly lower, the tips of his fingers trailing across the bare skin exposed from your shirt riding up.

"Steve" you breathed, trying to keep your composure.

He hummed, nuzzling his nose against the back of your neck.

"Steve, you- I- can't, I need you to-" you're stuttering over your words and Steve finds it all too amusing, smiling even though you can't see because he knows exactly what it is that you need. Steves not an idiot. Sure his heads been knocked loose one too many times, but he isn't blind when a female is this close to him and horny. So testing his luck he drops his hand a little lower, not much, but enough for your breath to hitch in your throat, and the rough pads of his fingers to coast across the elastic of your underwear that peak over the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"All you have to do is ask" he says nonchalantly, voice still raspy from almost falling asleep.

"What?" you ask, turning your head slightly, trying to get a glimpse of him behind you. "What are you t-talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about sweet thing" he laughs through his nose, nudging it once more against you. "You need something yeah?"

His hand slides lower.

No. This can't be happening can it? Your best friend is not about to slide his hand between your legs right now... Right?

"Say the word and I'll stop right now" he says while lowering his hand again, fingers dipping past the waistband of both your shorts and panties, trailing them lightly through the soft pubic hair at the top of your mound, until they slid between your slick folds, the palm of his hand just bumping past your clit.

You both moaned in unison. Steves hips instinctively pushed themselves against you harder, and you didn't hesitate to push back.

"Fucking christ, you're soaked" Steve mutters, slowly sliding his fingers up and down. "You been like this all night?"

"A little" you whisper, rolling your hips slowly against his fingers. "It got bad when we got into bed"

Steve lets out a little hum as he rocks his hips lightly into you, which only spurs you on. You're in bed with your best friend, riding his fingers like this is some casual thing you both do all the time.

"Is t-this weird?" You ask, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, when his fingers began rubbing slow circles.

"D'you want me to stop?" he says and halts his movements.

"No... Do you want to stop?" you ask suddenly panicked you made him uncomfortable.

He continues his circles "I wanna do a lot of things, but stopping isn't one of them"

You whimper and shove your face into his pillows. This isn't happening, this is a dream, and Steve Harrington can't be THIS good with his fingers right? But he's rubbing those perfect circles, and it somehow feels better than any time you've touched yourself. Bringing your orgasm to the surface almost suspiciously quickly.

"Steve" you say breathlessly, reaching down to grab his wrist, stopping him.

"Yeah? You okay?" he says leaning his chin on your shoulder to catch a glimpse at your face.

"Yeah" you laugh in disbelief "Really okay actually, but I uh, don't wanna cum yet" You swallow thickly, turning your head back just enough to look back at him. "I w-wanna help you too, but I'm not left handed"

In an instant Steves hand slips from between your legs, grabs you tightly by the waist and rolls you both over onto your other side, both of you now able to use your dominant hand.

"Better?" he asks, blowing a piece of hair away from his face.

"Yeah" you squeak, attempting to settle back into his pillows, now warm from where his head just was. You reach behind you slowly, trailing your hand across the expanse of his thigh before your fingertip made contact with his erection. He flinched slightly at the sudden touch, but eased into it, slowly sliding his hand back down across your stomach.

"Wanna take these off?" he asked quietly, finger sliding across the waistband of your shorts and panties.

"Kind of, but-" you admit trailed off, slowly beginning to palm him over his sweatpants, and from what you could tell, he definitely wasn't wearing boxers.

"But what?" his voice a whisper yet you could still hear the small groan that escaped when you squeezed him gently.

"S'not fair if I'm naked and you're not" you say with a hum, melting back into his hand when his fingers slipped into your panties once more.

"You'd still have a shirt on" he argued, and you could hear that stupid smirk spread across his face. "And" he teased, biting down on your shoulder quickly. "I'm already shirtless, so it's only fair" he emphasized. "If you take something off too"

You rolled your eyes, trying to think of something witty to say back but then he slipped a finger into you and every part of you melted. Your head dropped back forward into his pillows, mouth agape and brows scrunched together. You were sure you had started drooling but the way his finger slowly moved in and out of you, the way he curled it just enough, you didn't really care.

Hand halted over his hardened cock, unable to keep a rhythm when he was touching you like this. "I can't focus" you whine, trying to palm him once more.

"So don't baby" he breathed "Don't worry about me"

Your head dizzy with the way baby rolled off his tongue, so easily, so sweetly, it made your heart swell and tears prick in your eyes because goddamnit you were in love with your best friend and seconds away from cumming on his fingers.

So selfishly you moved your hand from him, bringing it to the hand between your legs, pressing it tightly against you while your hips rocked on their own accord.

"F-fuck Steve" you whimpered, turning your head into your shoulder.

"Yeah?" he laughed. He couldn't believe he had his best friend riding his fingers like this, in his bed, like all those wet dreams he'd woken up from before in this very spot.

Your hips moved faster, rolling to meet each thrust of his finger, the palm of his hand bumping into your clit perfectly that it had your orgasm build up so quickly, you almost didn't know when it started.

"I'm- I'm- Oh god Steve, you're gunna make me, uhh-ah!" you cried out, body convulsing against him, his arm keeping you tightly in place while still managing to fuck his fingers into you while you rode your orgasm out.

"That's it baby" he praised through gritted teeth, your hips rolling harshly, making your ass bounce against his cock. "That's my girl" He panted, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, knowing you were cumming like this, he wasn't going to last much longer.

Your orgasm seemed to last forever, it just kept rolling and rolling, until you felt like you could barely breathe, but had no intention of asking Steve to stop. Only slightly coming to your senses when your orgasm slowed and you felt Steves hips moving in time with yours.

"Can you cum like this?" you forced out.

"M'bout to, fuck, you're so sexy fucking yourself on my fingers, I- Fuck!" he shoved his face into your shoulder as his hips picked up their pace, and after only a few harsh thrusts he was cumming. "I fucking love you" he growled into your skin, biting down on the small part of it exposed from where your t shirt had slipped down on your shoulder.

The two of you stayed like that for a few short minutes, catching your breath while your heart still thumped in your chest.

"Steve?" you whispered.

"I know what I said" a kiss to your shoulder. "I meant it, we don't need to talk about it right now"

"Was just gunna ask if you wanted to clean up in the shower... With me?" you turn onto your side, pouting slightly when Steves finger slipped from you, but he didn't let you go far, his hand coming up to hold your waist. You smiled, all to fondly, and Steves heart got caught in his throat when he saw you looking at him like that.

"Can I kiss you first?" he said quietly, afraid that you might say no, that what the two of you just did, wasn't what he wanted it to be.

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip a sly smile creeping up onto your face as you pushed his hair back with one hand. "Only if I can kiss you back"

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lxclerc · 2 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

SUMMARY: a night out reminds oscar how much he loves you REQUEST: "can you do an oscar imagine like how you did that one charles imagine where y/n got drunk thank you 🤍🤍 love your writing !!" WARNING: none, fluff PAIRING: reader x oscar piastri WORD COUNT: 741

NOTE: this isn't entirely the same as the charles fic since this turned out to be much sweeter but i hope you like it anyway, anon!

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The first thing you and Oscar did after he signed with Mclaren was scream and jump from happiness in your shared kitchen, your things still in boxes and the new apartment you’ve moved into still had no furniture.

Then Oscar decides it’s only right that the two of you go out and celebrate, insisting you wear the prettiest dress you can find in your closet. He brought you to a fancy restaurant that probably cost as much as your university tuition fee. After wining and dining, the two of you head on to the usual club you and your friends often go to.

The night was then spent dancing out of beat, your boyfriend’s arm tightly wrapped around your waist the entire time as you downed shots after shots. The night was a blur, the two of you drunk with each other as you’re both unable to keep your hands off the other.

Eventually though, you with your much lower intolerance for alcohol, is no longer able to keep up with your friends, eyes now heavy and nearly all your weight on Oscar as you lean against his chest. Your brain is no longer functioning and after nearly throwing up, Oscar decides it’s time to call it a night.

After saying his goodbyes to your group of friends, Oscar with his firm hold around your waist, leads you out of the bar.

“Can you walk, love?” He asked you as you wobbled around in your heels.

You barely manage a nod, already far too gone. “Uhh…can you call my boyfriend please?”

“Your boyfriend’s right here, baby,” he said with a chuckle, arm still wrapped around you. He’s practically carrying you as you wait for the taxi.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked around, vision hazy and head spinning. “I don’t see him anywhere.”

Oscar chuckled again as he gently cupped your jaw with his hand, turning your head lightly so you’ll be facing him. “Right here, Y/N.”

You still looked skeptical though as your hands reached up, seemingly attempting to feel his face. “You don’t look like my Oscar.”

Oscar was just about to say something else when the taxi finally stopped in front of the two of you. He gently placed you inside, making sure your seatbelt is fixed before climbing in, telling the driver your new address.

He loved saying your address out loud. The two of you have been together since boarding school and all of the dreams and hopes you talked about in the middle of the night when you were 15 were finally coming true and Oscar can’t help but feel proud that he’s able to live up to all of his promises.

The moment your ass touched the seat and the air conditioned air hit your skin, you were out like light, head falling to his shoulder as soft snores escaped you. You rarely actually snore, only when you’re tired or drunk. Anything there is to know about you, Oscar makes sure to know. Oftentimes, it feels as though he knows you better than he does himself.

The ride back to your new apartment is short with the Australian choosing not to wake you as he carried you in his arms, climbing up the stairs to your bare bedroom containing nothing but a mattress on the floor. The bed frame along with the couch would be arriving tomorrow.

He places you gently on the mattress, making sure to remove your heels and push your hair out of your face as he dug around in the bathroom for your make up remover. Gently, he placed your head on his lap as he wiped the makeup off your skin. It isn’t until he moves to unzip your dress to change you into sleeping clothes that you finally stir awake, red, tired eyes barely open.

“My boyfriend,” you mumble groggily. “My boyfriend Oscar won’t like you undressing me.”

“I am your boyfriend Oscar,” he says with a smile, trying to hold in a laugh. Pride swells in his chest at the thought that even in your most vulnerable moment, you remain loyal to him.

“Oh,” you mutter, already drifting back to sleep. “Much better then.”

This time, he does laugh as he plants a kiss on your forehead before changing you into his shirt, heart filled with unbearable affection.

You can hear it in the silence.

you can feel it on the way home.

you are in love.

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vividwritinglove · 2 years

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NSFW alphabet - Daniel Ricciardo

you guys! this is becoming my addiction - I am so grateful for you and the love you have already given me within the last couple of days! ♥️ enjoy!

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

all you do is talk, giggle and cuddle - already from the beginning you felt so comfortable around Daniel. you opened up pretty quickly to him, just like he did to you. so it is quite common, that you two have serious and deep conversations right after sex.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Daniels favorite body part if his own are his thighs. he is very proud of them and really likes to show them off - especially his tattoos. he would like to wear shorts (or nothing) all the time, because he knows that he would catch your attention in no time.

Daniel loves your face - to him you have the most angelic features. he is fascinated by your eyes, that are always shining so bright or when they roll back into your head when you’re orgasming. your cute little nose, which he is actually jealous of.. and your full and soft lips. whenever you two kiss they feel like the softest cushion to him. your mouth in general is the death of him: it drives him wild whenever you smile or stick your tongue out. he enjoys watching you sucking his fingers and his dick so much.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Most of the time he comes inside of you - but as much as he loves your face, he also loves to cum on it.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ever since Daniel had that one interview where he was asked if he ever had sex in, on or near an f1 racing car - this is his no.1 sex fantasy! he talked to you about it and you are really eager to make that happen.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

excuse me? we are talking about Daniel Ricciardo!? of course he is experienced.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

69 + queening.

he loves to go down on you - you love to blow him. Why not doing it at the same time? his lips and tongue are just perfect for eating you out.

since he is often teased for having a big nose, he wanted to show how big of an advantage this actually is.

so he asked you to sit on and ride his face. you thought this was a joke at first, but he was dead serious and from that day on it became a routine in your sex life. he made you come so easily in that position - his tongue, lips and nose hit all the right spots in sync. it really made you feel like a queen.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

laugh and giggles all the way - Daniel loves a comfy and laidback situation and since banter is in his DNA, you two are laughing quite often during sex.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Daniel is trimmed with a happy trail.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he adapts his romantic side to you. he is very attentive and listens to you and your body carefully.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

it is Daniels summer break and you are spending it in his house in los angeles.

today you two slept in. the last night was very eventful with a friends dinner followed by a visit to a night club. so staying in bed was just something Daniel had in mind.

he stretched himself extensively and found another comfy position right next to you. he looked over to you - naked, lying on your stomach, face turned towards him, the white and light duvet barely covering your ass. what a divine sight.

he couldn’t help himself and smiled. you looked like a goddess - his goddess. immediately he became hard, but he also knew that you needed your sleep. so he decided to masturbate.

for the start he stroke himself softly, his eyes always on you. then he thought about last nights actions and closed his eyes. the way you tasted, the sweet sounds you made when he almost fucked you unconscious, that compelling scent of hot sex which is still a bit present in the bedroom. he picked up the pace and bite his underlip in delight.

a few moments later he felt your hand on his lower abdomen, your fingers followed along his v-lines. with his mouth slightly opened, he looked at you panting.

"let me help you out.." you spoke tenderly and started to caress his balls.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

praising.

Daniels love language is words of affirmation. he loves telling you how good you can take him and how good you make him feel. he is convinced that you’re pussy is made for him. you completely fulfill his sexual needs and desires. he always needs to tell you how much he admires you and your skills.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

for him it is: the comfier, the better - but actually he doesn’t care. he clearly would fuck you anywhere.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

watching you getting ready - how easy and precisely you apply your lipstick. or when you get dressed, especially slipping into your seductive lingerie. if he could, he would rip them right off and ruin your lipstick, but he will save that for later.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

sharing you - he would never ever accept a threesome (not even with another woman) or else. you and your body are sacred to him!

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

since he loves 69 or loves when you’re riding his face - Daniel is a complete giver!

he likes receiving as well, but enjoys giving more. i mean have you seen this man’s mouth - it is god-given to him.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

a pretty good mixture - for a quickie he likes it fast and rough. for love making definitely slow and sensual.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

since you two have at least sex once every other day, quickies are a must!

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Daniel likes it risky, but not endangered. whenever he or you want to experience something new, the other one needs to be fine with it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he has a good stamina due to having sex very frequently. it also depends on how much time you two have.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he likes using toys on you once in a while, but actually prefers pleasuring you on his own.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Daniel likes to tease you in public - usually with words and around people. others think he is just joking, but he is actually pretty serious (he will show you later). at first you felt a little embarrassed by it, but with the time you learned how to deal with it.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Daniel is not super loud, but he is also not silent. he likes to talk all the time - don’t forget about his praise kink.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Daniels dream did come true..

as he already mentioned it in that certain interview, it would not be easy to have sex in/on/near racing cars, since they are always surrounded by a lot of people - not to mention the cameras. but then there was this one opportunity at an event at the McLaren-Technology-Center.

you've waited until the official part was over and Daniel was done giving interviews or posing for pictures. he looked for you across the room and just caught your eye as you we’re about to leave the lobby. he excused himself and followed you. he knew you had a dirty and adventurous mind. so he followed the sound of your clicking high heels. it seemed like you wear running or at least walking really fast. then there was silence and he was about to loose you - if there wasn’t an indicator lying on the floor of that corridor he needed to walk down. he approached it and picked up your black lace thong. instantly he started smiling, stuffed it in the inside pocket of his jacket and continued his walk.

he entered a private show room. some of the older racing cars where parked here, since their former space was needed for the event at the entrance hall. the lights were dimmed and Daniel immediately got goosebumps - his heart started to beat fast. he walked closer towards the racing cars and looked around for you.

suddenly he felt your hands covering his eyes, your incomparable sweet scent in his nose. he turned towards you and eagerly pressed his lips onto yours. a fight for dominance sparked, which Daniel won by entering his tongue in your mouth.

"we don’t have much time.." you whispered softly against his lips as you broke off the kiss. "let’s make it quick then!" he replied out of breath and started kissing you again forcefully.

his hands already pushed your long dress up and with that gained legroom you jumped to wrap your legs around his waist.

he carried you to the nearest race car and placed you on top of it. you helped loosening his belt, pulling his suit pants and his boxers down, without breaking your heated kiss off.

it was not comfortable at all, but the adrenaline rushes running through your and Daniels veins, were out of this world. Daniel kissed you along your jawline now up to your ear, "thanks for making this happen, my crazy beautiful girl!".

without any further hesitation he thrusted into you. both of you groaned in complete pleasure and soon you found the perfect rhythm to climax together.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

BIG RIC ENERGY - Daniel is big, period.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he has a high sex drive - luckily you have sex that often, so that his longing is fulfilled.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it takes sometime after you two are drifting to sleep, because you are discussing anything and everything.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader #dr3 #f1 smut

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doodle17 · 11 months

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🏳️‍🌈, 🏳️‍⚧️, 🧸, 👻, 🎶, 👽, 💤, 🦾, 💝, 🫂, 💔, 🪢, 📓, 👗, 🔪, 🌟, 🥇, 🍫, 🎭, ❤️‍🔥, 💄, 🖕, 😺, 😬, 😭, 😶, Pooter

LOOOONG ass post below, lots of reading. I have like- 2 more of these for other characters in my drafts rn. Yall gonna be reading a shit ton 😭

Your welcome/I'm so sorry

I think Raz is Bisexual

I think Raz is Cis Male (I should probably tell yall now that, unless canonically stated otherwise, I usually consider characters being Cis)

Raz was a wild child! He was always running around and getting into things he wasn't supposed to.

I think after getting over his fear of Hydrophobia, he'd probably be afraid of thinhs in water. I think he'd be a submechaniphobic or something like that. Can't say I blame him. *shudders*

I think he'd like rock songs similar to "be my girl" by the Jets or "You're gonna go far kid" by Offspring. I also think he likes songs like "Groove is in the Heart" by Dee-lite or "September" by Earth Wind and Fire (courtesy of Milla)

He opens bottles with his teeth. He was surprised to find out not everyone did, and how people freaked out and asked his his teeth were okay.

Sleep walks if he has caffeine before bed. (I've shared this one a lot but I just love it ok it's one of my fav hc)

Hmmm.... I don't think I have any disability hc for ol Razzle

I think Raz's love language is being openly, in use of a better word, honest. Like- once he's warmed up to someone he will say anything that's on his mind about them.

pretty loyal buddy! He'll stay up late with you, play video games with you, he'll sit patiently and listen to you ramble about your interests, listening happily.

Not sure if this is really angsty, but, he was pretty prone to nightmares a few days after the whole Maligula incident. He had to be comforted by his mom and sister for a while.

HUGE smugglers. All of them. Raz is not left out of the snuggle piles.

Idk if this counts as a hobby, but he likes making his own comics! He's usually scribbling in a notebook with pens and crayons.

I think the clothes Sasha gives him in 2 are the same clothes he ran away in. Why else would he have clothes small enough to fit a young boy? They shrunk in the washer? We all know Sasha is to smart to make a mistake like that.

WILL fight ANYONE. Always ready to throw hands, whether that be for a dare, to defend one of his friends, or just for fun.

Wants be grown up already! He can't wait until he's an adult and be able to go even "cooler" missions! (Little does he know it's a lot more paperwork than spy stuff)

Acrobatics, Hydrokenisis, especially making those two work together.

This kid has a stomach of IRON. He can eat ANYTHING. Not that he likes everything he eats, but he can definitely eat it.

He lies about his authority/ what he's allowed to do quite often. "Oh yeah! They let me do this all the time!" "Of COURSE they gave me permission to do this!"

(This is more for my older ver of Raz) He LOVES resting his head on Lilis chest like pillow, and vice versa. He loves it when they're just resting there, and she's reading stuff from old comics, newspapers or paperwork, making fun of it or commentary. He likes the way her voice sounds, how warm she is, hearing her calming heartbeat... when she lays on his chest, she likes it because "its f*cking cold"

His hair is actually (kind of) curly! But he uses Dions hair gel or a hair straightener.

He WILL let you know he is mad. Trust me.

Hes definitely been a lot softer on animals than he used to be. I believe it's because he befriended Harold.

idrk, I have stories I made up of stuff but Idk if they count as Hcs exactly lol

Not exactly the worst thing, but, when he and Lili stopped dating for like- 7 years and they barely interacted the whole time.

#doodles rants #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin aquato #psychonauts headcanon

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dinogoose · 2 years

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all i ever want (is just a little love)

Eddie has just been staring at Buck for the past five minutes. He got home from therapy, and was expecting to just take a nap or read or something to wind down, when he sees his giant best friend asleep on his tiny couch.

He hadn’t expected this because he knows Buck has just gotten off a long shift. They were texting about it earlier, but Buck also knows Eddie doesn’t like to be alone after therapy so he came here. That fact makes Eddie want to grab the ring in his drawer and propose to a sleepy Buck.

He just barely contains that urge, instead stepping into the living room to get a closer look at Buck.

This is creepy- Eddie is fully aware of that. Him just hovering over Buck’s dormant body. Watching the rise and fall of his chest. The way he curls in on himself. One leg was thrown off the couch, the other tucked onto it. Part of Eddie is contemplating waking him, just a gentle nudge, so at least he can go sleep in a bed so his bad leg won’t ache. But before Eddie even has the chance he hears,

“Hey creeper, you watching me sleep?” It's slightly mumbled into the couch cushion, but Eddie hears it and laughs.

“I’m not the weirdo who broke in.” Eddie retorts sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Not breaking in if I have a key.” Buck tells him, finally peeling his eyes open. He takes in Eddie, and smiles. Just a soft smile that gives Eddie butterflies (butterflies. like he’s a high schooler with a crush).

“How was therapy?” Buck asks, distracting him from the fluttering in his stomach.

“Good. Frank is annoying.” Buck laughs, and sits up on the couch so he and Eddie are face to face.

“Yeah, but you think most people are annoying.” Buck grins at him, and Eddie admires face. His eyes are a little droopy with sleep, and he has a line on his face from the couch. Eddie wants to kiss him.

“Because most people are annoying. You’re one of them.” Eddie grumbles, but he’s feeling too happy for it to take full effect.

“You love my annoying-ness.” The blonde tells him, poking his chest.

“Yes. Yes I do.” It gives away too much, Eddie knows that, but he also thinks Buck knows. From the teasing grin he’s now sporting, he definitely knows. Eddie rolls his eyes, stands up, and out-stretches his hand.

“I’m dead on my feet, let’s go to bed.” Buck just blinks at him, glancing from his eyes, to his hand.

“Huh?” He says, Eddie snorts.

“A bed is something people sleep on. Whenever you are tired, you go to a bed-“ Buck smacks him in the leg.

“Shut up smart-ass. Fine, I'll come to bed with you.” He takes Eddie’s hand, and Eddie hauls him up. He sways a slightly, body still waking up, so Eddie steadies him with a hand on his waist. Buck flushes bright red. It secretly makes Eddie thrilled.

They walk to Eddie’s room hand-in-hand.

Silently, they get ready for bed. Eddie knows Buck has already showered. Buck smells like the coconut body-wash he keeps at the station. Part of Eddie wants to literally sniff him. He won’t because that would make him come off as a freaky werewolf. But he wants to.

Eddie gets into the left side of the bed, and waits for Buck to join him. The taller man hovers, as if he isn’t welcome. Which is completely absurd so Eddie pats the pillow next to him. Buck smiles and climbs in.

“Come here often?” Is what Buck says after getting under the covers next to Eddie.

“Oh my god, go to sleep.” Eddie turns away from him, fake annoyed, and smiling. (Eddie loves all of Buck’s jokes even if they are awful and stupid) Buck pokes him in the back. Eddie hums in acknowledgement.

Buck slowly drags just one finger along Eddie’s spine, causing him to shiver. Then he draws shapes, a circle, a star, a heart. Eddie’s breath catches. Finally Buck very carefully spells something out.

I. L-o-v-e. Y-o-u.

Eddie completely stills, if he doesn’t move maybe he won’t break the beautiful hallucination he conjured. Buck however, does it again. Same words, same spacing. I love you. Eddie turns around to face him.

“What?” He asks, stunned. He had dreamed of this, of a world where Buck loved him back, easily, peacefully. But he never thought Buck actually could.

Buck who was the sun to Eddie’s moon. The ocean to his land. The one person Eddie trusted to protect his heart. Eddie’s partner at his work, and his life.

“I love you.” Buck tells him, shaking Eddie from his thoughts. There’s a shy smile tugging at Buck’s lips, and his hands are shaking a little. Eddie surges forward in the bed to kiss Buck.

Buck gasps into it, and Eddie swallows it. The kiss is soft, but still passionate. They know each other in-and-out, so even if they haven’t kissed before, it feels like they have. The way they already understand each other's movements. Moving in sync to create something wonderful. It’s beautiful. It’s perfect. It’s them.

Eddie pushes back, and Buck looks at him, concerned.

“Are you okay? Did I-“ Eddie cuts him off.

“I love you.” Eddie tells him, the words rushing from his mouth. Buck's face softens again, and he leans forward to kiss Eddie’s nose. Then his mouth, each of his cheeks, the mole underneath his eye, and finally his mouth.

“I love you too,” Another kiss. “I love you when you’re grumpy after therapy.” Kiss. “I love you when you burn our breakfast.” Kiss. “I love you when you have the most intense road rage.” Kiss. “I love you for you.”

Eddie has a million things he wants to say to Buck. Wants to pour his heart out, tell Buck every reason why he loves him. Every reason why Eddie isn’t good enough for him. Yet, he can’t seem to get the words out. So instead he just tucks Buck into him, holding the man he loves.

Buck’s breathing evens out, his soft puffs of air tickling Eddie’s neck where he rests. It’s soothing and is quickly putting Eddie to sleep. They will need to talk more when they both wake up, but for now, Eddie can just enjoy being with Buck.

He should probably send Frank a thank you basket.

(here it is! thank you for the support on the wip, really stroked my ego haha. this was also posted on ao3)

#buddie fic #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 fic #911 fanfic #fanfic #fic #i tried my best I truly did #sorry if this is dissapointing <3 #buck x eddie

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hiccanna-tidbits · 10 months

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AKGHBKUEFYDGJ when I tell you I just BARELY got all my submissions from last year's Hiccanna month in in time for this year's Hiccanna month--

Truly I have levels of procrastination inside me that most college students can only dream of.

So anyways, here's a moodboard for a fic I wrote a full-ass year ago. A moodboard that I made...last week XD Better late than never, I guess?

The fic is We're at the movie scene where everyone drowns, and it's also posted both on my AO3 Infrared_Ultraviolet and my ff.net Infrared-Ultraviolet! Go check it out :3 Hopefully I'll have the time and energy to write more full-length one-shots for Hiccanna month this year, but we will have to see! I'm a working woman now earning the big bank so I can continue to pay my internet bills and maintain the fandom lifestyle XD

Anna gets to have terrible insomnia because she is my beloved projection blorbo and she gets to deal will all of my issues for me <3 But hey, it's not like it doesn't have canon basis! We see that she does in fact have trouble getting up in the morning (enough to make it a running gag!) and is pretty bleary and out-of-it when she does, which could easily be the result of not running on much sleep and (unwillingly) staying up late. We can also see pretty consistently that she's not what would be considered a "morning person" (although I have my doubts such a thing even exists in real life). Anna's pretty heavily ADHD-coded, which often has insomnia as a side effect because your brain will not turn off ever, least of all when you need to sleep. Things like time blindness when you get super into doing something right before bed or existing anxiety and/or paranoia that's exacerbated by the ADHD really do not help, either.

Anyways, I'm here to tell you that the fear of forgetting your sleep meds when you're going on a short trip/crashing at a friend's house is very, very real. Especially since you often don't realize it until everyone else is already dozing off and no one wants to take you to the pharmacy to buy more XD At that point, your options are a) start taking shots in hopes the alcohol drowsiness will put you to sleep or b) lie awake and get bored and angry and hate your life and also have no one else to talk to because everyone else went to sleep in under 5 minutes. Yes, it really is that bad.

The one upside is that there IS the possibility you will get to watch your crush sleep in a non-creepy way (like you didn't seek them out like a stalker--you just can't go the fuck to sleep and they happen to be 5 feet away!) and fawn over how cute they look doing it XD Which is the only thing that gets Anna through the night, I'm pretty sure!

Although being alone with the stars and the creature noises doesn't sound half bad, if you HAVE to stay awake XD Better than staring at the wall of your room, anyways! Still praying for Anna to get that Starbucks the next morning, tho ^^;

Man, I really wish my college campus had had a duck pond with amusing but occasionally aggressive geese. We had some pretty insane squirrels, but staring down a squirrel is just not the same as being chased by a hissing goose. This is something that I think should happen to everyone at some point, to keep humanity humble. Also being followed around by hungry honking geese while you try to evade them and go to class sounds like the exact kind of college shenanigans I needed in my life! Instead of the depression-laden mess it actually was ajnsdlkuhkuedgh

I love the idea of Anna kinda inadvertently memorizing Hiccup's freckle patterns and finding little designs in them, like constellations <3 She pays WAY too close attention to him, and it shows XD I remember back in college I was gone af for this one guy, and I noticed he had this freckle pattern on his cheek that kind of looked like a baseball diamond. And I adored the fuck out of it ;____; If anyone replaced him with a clone who didn't have that little baseball diamond, I would catch on SO DAMN FAST. I imagine Anna would do the same thing with Hiccup XD Ain't nobody swaps Hiccup for a doppelganger without Anna being ON THE FUCK TOP OF IT.

Pretty pleased with how this one came out! I kind of wanted to do a juxtaposition of dark pics with well-lit pics, and I think the end result turned out pretty decent! Also ended up with a green, orange/brown, purple, and black color scheme, which all go together surprisingly well :O

Any modern AU Anna would also definitely own that exact greenish-blue sweater. Just sayin!

As always, pic credits available upon request!

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alolanrain · 1 year

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I haven’t heard any talk about Ancienthistoryshipping in a while

Got anything thing to say about it? Like headcanons and all

no. call my ass out, it's been the better part of a year and a half.

\ Ash s the smallest so he's designated middle seat whenever Raihan and Riley are shoved into the backseat with him in some car or plane. if their all flying somewhere together it's business class because Raihan need's the leg space and they can move the arm things up and out of the way so Ash can literally just lay on them. amongst other more naughty things.

\ Riley is good at massages and Raihan knows how to ask for them because he's a good boy and also just likes having Riley on his back after a long day of being on his feet and fighting trainers. Ash will go to the grave before admitting he needs one and it's usually a whole day thing since he's so tightly wound up. Raihan is the massager for Riley but he's used to Lucario doing it for him so it's more of just a pleasure thing between the two when Riley does ask the glaran.

\ there's a dart board with a picture of Rose and no one every acknowledges the new pictures with a crudely drown devils tail whenever Rose's face gets taken out by the repeated darts.

\ Riley isn't one for big gatherings so when Ash has his monthly dinner date with his friends that can make it, he's upstairs and tucked away in their large bed with either a good audio book he can fall asleep to or watching a recap over a tv show he missed when falling asleep on Raihan the night prior.

\ it's weird watching the three interact if you haven't been around at least one of them for a while. Raihan and Riley communicate like normal people in the morning or when they need something but Ash will just kindly drag them to a shelf or something before climbing them without a word to grab what he needs. Riley had some complaints in the beginning but Raihan is just so used to Bea dropping from the ceiling like the Mankey that she is and cling onto him. Allister also likes to be hold a lot so Raihan's got the toddler hold down pat for Ash.

\ most often then naught if Raihan's the first to get home out of the three and there's Pokémon inside the house, he's definitely sprawled out on their couch dead asleep to the world with said Pokémon sleeping either around him or on him and the couch. Riley and Ash have a shared photo folder of all the times they stumbled across the sight.

\ Raihan cooks most meals, Riley can cook but prefers to bake, Ash is the go to when trying to find good restaurants when their out and about. Ash also just mainly dabbles in making edibles and if the food doesn't have weed in it then he's not allowed in the kitchen.

\ Ash is usually the first one up since Riley and Raihan run hot, this is only in the spring and summer since Ash is a literal block of ice all the time, so he makes the coffee and puts the kettle on for tea. the sound of the whistling pot drags Raihan out of bed next and then the smell of coffee drags Riley out like a damn zombie.

\ Ash is not a morning person, he's literally forced out of bed since he has the most Pokémon and therefore have to feed them or else they get petty and start climbing into the bed one by one every ten or so minutes until their all cramped and the beds threatening to brake, but Riley is even though he looks like he isn't every morning. Raihan prefers to be a night owl but with his job it doesn't matter.

\ despite having aura Riley has a black thumb. all his plants that he ever tried to take care of dies by the end of the week regardless of how easy it is to take care of it. Ash nearly bit his head off when he brought his barely alive plants when moving into their new house, abducting the plants while setting a ground rule that if Riley even touches one of his that finger is getting bitten off. Raihan is the official caretaker when Ash is out of the house and in Alola for his champion duties. they do okay under his care despite doing word for word what Ash's instructions tell him but only truly flourish when ash is home.

#raihan #pokemon riley #ash ketchum #Ancienthistoryshipping

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iuvroachfromcodq · 3 months

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Simon Ghost Riley

Fluff alphabet

A: affection

If you guys were in a relationship, it would take him a while to warm up to physical affection, so he'd typically stick to verbal. He'd give you affirmations; I love you so much, your my beautiful girl, ECT. Once he (finally) warmed up to physical affection, it'd would be small touches here and there, but he'd always have to be touching you a little bit.

B: best friends

He's not gonna talk much, but he would listen to you ramble. And if you don't like to talk, he's comfortable in the silence. He'd give you tips and small gifts out of the blue.

C: cuddles

Once again, it would take a long time for him to be comfortable with physical affection, due to his past. But once he does he has to have at least a hand on you at all times. If you guys are fully cuddling, your head is on his chest with his arms draped over your back, rubbing it or playing with his hair.

D: domestic

If he could settle down he would. But he's scared. He doesn't want to leave 141, they're his family. But on the other hand, he lives for the thought of settling down with you, becoming a house husband even.

E: ending(a relationship)

He would do it in the quickest way possible. It hurts his heart too, and he would only end a relationship if it's hurting you. He would probably just shoot you a text, or have Soap do it if he could. Would probably be bawling while he did it.

F: fiance

He wants to get married one day, but it would take forever to do so. It would take him a few years, six or seven minimum. He would take his time planning it, probably a year or so and he'd probably take you to your favorite place, and make you wear a pretty dress. Before he pops the question.

G: gentle

Taking his past into consideration, you know he's a strong ass guy. He had to train to the point where he could pick up a guy like Konig easily, so it wasn't surprising when he was terrified of hurting you. When he first started being okay with physical affection he touched you so gently you could barely feel it.

H: hugs

Simon was originally terrified of giving you a hug, seeing how much smaller, and fragile you were compared to him. The guy could probably crack someone's skull with his hand and you expect him to wrap his arms around you and squeeze?! What are you, crazy woman/man/person? Eventually when you manage to get a hug he barely places his arms on your back. Once he gets more comfortable with it tho, he loves them

I:I love you

It takes him a good while to say the three words. He's not used to them, and he finds it hard to believe you love him. It'll take him around a year to say I love you but will melt if you say it back.

J: jealousy

Simon never thought he was a jealous man, that was until you two started dating. Once you two start dating, he caught himself getting aggressive anytime her sees any other guy staring, which is quite often cause, damn, your cute.

K: kisses

Small pecks! He loves giving you random little precious pecks on your forehead, nose, shoulders, anyway he can see. He only starts doing them almost three months after he says I love you.

L:Little ones

He's awesome with kids, he's just not sure if he wants them. He's scared he'll turn out like his dad, but if your able to convince him he won't be, and he'd be an awesome father, he'd love to have a kid. He loves the thought of having tiny little versions of you and him running around.

M: mornings

He always wakes up earlier than you, due to 141 always having him wake up so early. He'll get up at five in the morning and go watch the sun rise. Once it reaches around six thirty he'll make some tea for the two of you and make breakfast, waking you up to breakfast in bed.

N: nights

He prefers to stay closer to you at night, making sure nobody or nothing could hurt you. If you're washing the dishes, he'll stand behind you, listening to you talk about whatever. When you go to bed he'll cuddle if you ask, but he won't sleep till a good hour or so after

O:open

It'll take a long time for Ghost to open up about Simon. He prefers showing off his big, scaring, emotionless persona, not his small, vulnerable insecure actual personality. It would take longer than it did to kiss him.

P: patience

Simon has quite a bit of patience when it comes to you. He doesn't want his baby, if all people, to see him get mad. But, some days it seems easier to make him mad than happy, and it's confusing.

Q: quizzes

He'll remember a decent amount of things about you. He's not gonna remember everything, mainly just the things that are super important to you. And your takeout order, because one time when you were very sick you started crying because you got the wrong thing, and he didn't want that to happen again.

R: remember

His favorite memory was the first time you broke down in his arms. I know it sounds bad but hear me out. When he watched you burst into tears as his arms were wrapped tight around you, he was glad. Not glad you were crying, but glad you felt comfortable enough crying into his chest. The way you whimpered and whined, and Simon spewed soft praises from his mouth, trying to make you feel better.

S:Security

He's protective, maybe a bit over protective. If you ever told him you felt uncomfortable because of somebody, someone there is ending up six feet under. He would never let anyone hurt you, and would ultimately teach you self defense just in case he wasn't around.

T:Try

He would try a lot, and do as much as he could for you. Most of the dates would be at home but, he would set up flowers, candles, and food. He'd love to just pamper you(mostly cause he's scared you'd leave him if he didn't).

U:Ugly

Makes horrible jokes. Also makes jokes about getting himself killed. Very bad at communication when it comes to fights.

V: vanity

Not very concerned with his looks unless you are. He'll wear the same stuff, same hairstyle, same everything. Doesn't really matter to him. If you want him to look pretty for you tho, he will. If he's going to a special event or something tho he will wear something special for it.

W: whole

Would not feel whole without you. He wouldn't be able to. You're his everything. He needs you. If he was to break up with you, it would've been for a good reason and it still would've fucking killed him.

X: Xtra

He refuses to let you two go to bed mad. You two had an argument at eleven at night? He doesn't give a Fuck. You will stay awake till three in the morning until you two apologies. No "I'm tired. We'll talk in the morning." He'll reply with a "Open your fucking eyes. I'm trying to apologize, and I expect you to do the same. I love you, and I'm not letting this happen."

Y: yuck

Super messy partners. He can't stand coming home to a huge mess. It'll just put him in a mood. If he comes home to a mess he'll immediately ask you why. Butttt, if it's cause of something going on, putting you into a depressive state, and you weren't able to get anything done due to your mental health he'll make you lay down and stay sitting while he cleans the house.

Z:zzz

Before you guys started cuddling all that lovey dovey' stuff he would sleep in a straight soldier position. He also snores like a dying goat.

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miss-astrolozka · 14 days

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send my heart up to you ━ kunijen "'cause we've tried hungry and we've tried full and nothing seems enough"

౨ৎ CANONVERSE ; modern universe, florist-in-practice miss jen and physics major kunikuzushi

⤷ "every week, a young man comes to my shop and buys a small boquet of roses, i'm guessing for his partner! isn't that adorable? it has been going for a few months now, so i decided to give him a discount..."

౨ৎ NOTES ; and generally my thoughts

⤷ we actually meet in highschool !! kuni was a year higher than me, we met through a school literature club. we were assigned together to some activity and, honestly, it was hard at first... although i was already known as the social butterfly in class, first time talking one on one with kuni was absolutely nerve-wracking. after few months we became close friends though! it's funny, although i was quite popular in my class... it still felt lonely sometimes. it felt a little less with him.

⤷ i fell for him and it took me a good month of realizing and constantly denying it. he fell for me and it took him months of realizing and constantly denying. i'm surprised that we actually ended up getting together! it happened some time before my graduation, when i was hanging out at his place and whining about how stressful everything was, and how worried i was about the future, and finals, and everything between, and... it just happened. he kissed me a few weeks later.

⤷ he unfortunately had to manage through the absolute mess i was after graduation; people i once knew started to drift away, i wasn't actually sure what i wanted to do after school and so many other issues... but he stayed with me and he was actually the one suggesting this whole florist thing– there still was time, after all. and i love flowers. you see, he buys me both real flowers and fake flowers often. the real ones are pretty boquets, and the fake ones are for me to arrange into pretty, little baskets when i'm bored.

⤷ walks together <3 down by the river, through the neighborhood, small forests, down by the train rails and many random places. movie dates and sleepovers, him studying while i lie on his bed and either read something, watch something or nap. if we happen to have enough free time and he's in the mood, i sometimes go with him to shopping malls... not to buy stuff, no, but judge how expensive everything is save for this one clothing store we have to visit, because i'm sure i'll find something nice for myself.

⤷ frankly, i was surprised to see him picking physics for his major. i knew he was good at science subjects, he even tutored me, but i never expected him to actually go into that direction... always expected history or something literature related. sometimes it makes me feel a little stupid around him, with oh how smart he is, compared to me and my stupid flowers but. he's fast to knock that thought out of my mind.

⤷ although kuni is a physics major, this man's knowledge about literature rivals mine... truly. literature debates are a weekly thing for us at this point. just grabbing a book and discussing its characters, arguing about its characters and going to far, far lenghts to defend our point. it goes past books too, sometimes we discuss movies or games and it seriously turns into a whole ass debate !! i always enjoy them though <3

⤷ my favourite thing to do ever is when we are about to sleep, im lying my head on his chest and simply talking about random things. about my day, about things i saw today, about my plans for the next day, all until i fall asleep. sometimes i'm too tired and barely last few minutes, sometimes kuni has to force me to go to sleep because if he doesn’t, we gonna end up staying till the morning.

౨ৎ OTHERS ; dynamics, things that remind me of the ship and so go on

⤷ song(s) that reminds me of the ship: mitski - townie, alex g - treehouse ⤷ "let's watch barbie" "no" "but i want to" "sigh fine" ⤷ introvert x ambivert with very limited social battery ⤷ does not believe in astrology x also doesn’t believe but sometimes they act like so for fun ⤷ hates everyone but them x loves everyone ⤷ teasing and bullying as a love language. throwing pillows (me at him) too. ⤷ quality time n acts of service for him, quality time n gifts giving for me. the amount of money i spent already on all these small trinkets that reminded me of him... ⤷ purple and yellow. summer sunsets. early morning and late nights spent on talking with each other. butterfly hairclips he gifts me. ⤷ spider lilies and sunflowers ⤷ he's my love, i'm his darling girl. and i suppose i'm his sweetheart when he's feeling like making my life miserable. truly cruel of him. ⤷ ,, none of us is straight. none of us is cis. we are a pair of skittles. sorry—

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౨ৎ ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE ; coming soon!

⤷ "would it hurt miss heia to not throw random angst into their selfships? ...right, why am i even asking this question. haha. in the next episode! a snezhnayan romance between two harbingers that was always destined to end in a tragedy... or was it?"

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#major arcana ;.. the fool #ueueue ITS DONE #scara you silly fawkin guy #i cant stand you sometimes

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spookylegend · 3 months

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Tabitha

His his parents are some of the most irritating people I have ever met. Their lifestyle is shallow and lazy. They are both obese couch potatoes with no culture. They watch the dumbest movies, and I don't even think they own more than 5 books. It would not surprise me if either of them have only read about 5 books in their life times. I know my boyfriend hasn't. My boyfriend's mother, we will call her Tabitha, has Parkinson's disease. Her symptoms are pretty well managed because of a surgery she's had that stimulates the deep brain tissue. I'm not sure really how it all works. Obviously she has some issues, mostly socially and cognitively. She does not have tremors due to her surgery and medication, but her gait is off balance and her speech is slurred.

As a result of her disability. she hasn't been able to work in over 20 years. I know what it's like to be home all day long for extended periods of time and I know the impact that starts to have on your mind. The way you perceive things just becomes off, and unintentionally self centered. Tabitha's world is very small, and I feel for her, but something in that woman's life needs to change. Everyone likes to tell other people they need therapy but she actually needs therapy, or at least to develop a hobby that she can cultivate over time because she is the most needy, desperate individual I have ever met.

When I first started dating her son Pilot about six months ago now, I welcomed her desire to be close with me. I figured it would be a great opportunity to foster a positive connection with someone who may very well be my mother in law one day. Plus, this might be kind of random information to add now, but I've known her for 7 years. She is my older sister's neighbor and was her close friend as well. I always knew her as my sister's friend before she became my boyfriend's mother. So needless to say I was already very familiar with her and looking forward to getting closer. After a turn of events that I'd rather not get into the details of at this moment, I ended up needing a place to stay. Tabitha was extremely enthusiastic and invited me to stay with them, almost pleading. I barely had wanted to let them know I was homeless, but I was getting to a point where I had to say something or it was going to come out on it's own. Anyhow, I ended up living with my boyfriend's parents for 5 months before switching housing situations.

I wish I had never done this. It made me completely hate my boyfriend's mom and not be able to revoke the feelings I've felt for her. It just gave me a permanent....ick. She was obsessive and clingy; expecting me to spend every drop of my free time with her. Inviting me to her bible study, her church, to go to the store, to go to the gym, everything she did she wanted me to do with her like I was her emotional support lap dog. Her guilt trips were insane but I still learned how to say no and make it clear I wasn't interested in spending time with her at certain times. The worst thing I had to address with her was her coming into my room or knocking on the door in the mornings to wake me up or let me know what she was leaving the house to go do. I was closing at the restaurant I worked at and sometimes hung with my coworkers late, so needless to say I had a night owl schedule. I slept in after closing nights often, and I didn't want to be interrupted. I had never been a guest in anyone's home thus far in my life and had someone just blatantly wake me up to socialize with them or to be told " I'm going to the store."

"Send a fucking text, bozo. I'm not 12." Were along the lines of my first waking thoughts every morning for months. I just couldn't escape her, not even in my sleep. Sometimes I'd come out in the living room at night to read and sip tea after everyone went to bed for some proper alone time, but sure enough, even at the latest hours of the night, if she heard me out there she would scramble her ass out of bed to come sit with me and talk.

Never being allowed privacy or autonomy made me want to claw her eyes out. The lack of sleep from being woken up from by her was becoming a genuine problem that was affecting my life. My last straw was when I went through a depressive episode after taking this horrendous medication for hives (prednisone). I will make another post about that but I was not doing okay. I let the room I was staying in get a little messier than I'd typically let it get (I'm not extremely organized to begin with I will be honest, but I wasn't living like a slob in this woman's house). I did neglect my laundry and left some empty water bottles on the desk. I came home one day and Tabitha let me know I needed to clean my room and made fun of me for letting it get that way. "I laughed the whole time, don't be embarrassed." I was so annoyed. I didn't appreciate having my privacy invaded or made fun of for something that is not common from me. It was one bad week. I'm 21. I let her know this hurt my feelings and I don't appreciate her going in to the space I'm staying in whenever I'm gone. I recognized that it's her house but I don't want to be there if I have no privacy. I packed my stuff and I left a few days after this conversation. She was so distressed and felt like I had deprived her of our friendship. The "friendship" that had become completely one sided long ago. I lost interest in our relationship the moment it became clear she wanted to become my fucking conjoined twin. Something about her just disgusted me. The neediness, the lack of boundaries, the spoiled attitude, the immaturity, the laziness. The suffocating feeling I have when I'm around her. Her having made her identity about having Parkinson's yet having the worst possible life style you could have under that circumstance and making no efforts to change this. The dogs that she owns that she never takes on a single walk during the day, and as a result, behave neurotically and insecure.

After this reformation in her and I's relationship, she started acting out in the ways I fully expected her to. My boyfriend came home from college and while I said hello to her when she was around, I avoided any unnecessary interaction with her. Pilot and I keep to ourselves in his room for the most our time at his parent's. She started having issues with this and expressed she felt like there was "avoidance" coming from me. She started saying she wasn't comfortable with me spending the night altogether because it's wrong morally because Pilot and I aren't married. I addressed her concerns it was inappropriate for her to obsessing over her son's sex life and treating us as if we're supposed to dedicating any amount of time to her. Note that she addressed all of this to me, and not him. It wouldn't even be a problem spending time with her, if it wasn't so contrived on her end. I don't know what to do for her, and I hope eventually she accepts that I'm not interested in friendship with her.

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50 Things He Loves About Her (1/1)

So I'm transferring over two related series to AO3 that I wrote with a friend of mine on LJ, iluvroadrunner6, and they have a bunch of OCs. The very first story in the series at AO3 is the character bios, so if you want to read up on Christina Jensen, just click the link.

50 Things He Loves About Her - 50 things that Danny Messer loves about Christina Jensen.

READ @ AO3 | SERIES PAGE | OC CHARACTER BIOS

#01 - Ring

He'd look at her glance at the engagement ring every so often, and a look of awe would cover her face for just a second until someone pulled her attention away; he still reveled in the fact she'd said yes.

#02 - Hero

She'd stared him in the face, eye to eye, and simply said, "You know, people do look up to you, Danny, whether you want them to or not...you're a cop, which in most people's eyes makes you a hero."

#03 - Memory

He loved to hear her tell him about her childhood in California; Christina was great at making him feel like he was there watching the memories she had through her eyes.

#04 - Box

"I remember my favorite toy when I was a kid was this big huge box our new refrigerator came in...I think I used it to make a castle or something, but it only lasted a day or two because it got wet when it rained," she'd told them as they laid in bed together listening to the rain hit the windows.

#05 - Run

"Crap, I can't wear these; there's a run in them," she said, pulling off her pantyhose and allowing him to get a glimpse of her nicely shaped legs as she reached into her locker for another pair before she headed off to court.

#06 - Hurricane

"You're right; my office does always looks like it got hit by a hurricane," she said before they started organizing her guest bedroom/office, a task he hadn't wanted to help with but in the end was glad he did.

#07 - Wings

He'd asked her why she had a pair of cheap angel wings from a Halloween costume in her apartment one time and she'd just shrugged, saying everyone wants to be a little angel sometimes.

#08 - Cold

The ice cube was so cold it stung at first, but she didn't let it go and just moved it on his bare chest in lazy circles until he realized he didn't mind the cold so much anymore.

#09 - Red

Even though he liked her as a brunette, he missed the red hair she used to have, so dark it looked like black cherries; he was tempted to pick up a box of hair color and surprise her with it if he didn't think she'd make him use it first.

#10 - Drink

He knew, as he carried her up the stairs to her apartment, that he was never going to let her drink tequila again unless he was with her because if it knocked her flat on her ass like it had tonight she could end up doing something very stupid.

#11 - Midnight

At midnight exactly, she leaned over and kissed him softly, murmuring "Happy New Year" before rolling over and going to sleep; the next morning, she acted as though it had never happened and he pretended he hadn't been awake for it.

#12 - Temptation

"You know, I really don't care if you look, but don't even think about touching," she whispered to him as the new female tech Flack and Hawkes had been drooling over walked by him, and he had to smile; this new woman wasn't at all like the woman who'd just called him out, which meant she really wasn't his type.

#13 - View

"Would you just look at that?" she said, looking over the railing of the Empire State Building, watching the sun dip below the horizon, a look of childish wonder all over her face.

#14 - Music

He watched her smoothly glide from one track to the other without missing a beat, knowing full well it took her two days to get that perfected at home before this gig.

#15 - Silk

He ran his hand up and down her waist, enjoying the feel of the silk nightgown beneath his fingers; he could definitely appreciate good lingerie on this particular woman.

#16 - Cover

When he saw two blankets on the bed, he realized she had not been joking with him when she'd told him that morning he stole all the covers and she'd woken up freezing in the middle of the night, and he wondered why none of his other girlfriends had ever just added another blanket to the bed.

#17 - Promise

She crossed her heart and looked at him, and he knew she wouldn't break this promise she'd just made even if she had found a rather juvenile way of showing him how serious she was about it.

#18 - Dream

He never felt silly or stupid if he told her about his dreams, his nightmares; that might have something to do with the fact she opened up to him in much the same way.

#19 - Candle

She lit the last candle and smiled over at him, and he was surprised to find that she looked really nice in just candlelight...leave it to a city-wide blackout to find that out.

#20 - Talent

She blushed every time he'd tell her she had a natural talent for DJing, insisting that it was a learned skill; he stopped arguing with her about it after a while but in reality, he still thought she was damn talented.

#21 - Silence

Normally he hated silence but when she was in the room and quiet, it was all right; there really wasn't a need to talk about everything and anything that popped into their heads, even if they frequently did just that.

#22 - Journey

"I want to go places, Danny, and that's why I came to New York; I guess it's part of my personal journey," she'd told him when he asked why she'd picked the New York City labs over all the other job offers she'd received.

#23 - Fire

He heard her yelp first, and then raced into the kitchen to see whatever it was she had been trying to cook completely engulfed in flames as she scrambled for the fire extinguisher he'd bought for the kitchen in case she decided to cook something more than eggs or pancakes.

#24 - Strength

She had the bottle of extra-strength Tylenol already in her hands when he came into her office, saying simply that she'd heard about the suspect slamming him into a wall and she thought he might need them; he was starting to wonder how she knew when he was coming into her office when he could swear she never actually saw him come in.

#25 - Mask

"That's so not me," she said laughingly as she pulled the mask away from her face, but he had to admit he would have asked her to dance if he'd seen her wearing it at a masquerade ball or something like that.

#26 - Ice

She slipped on the ice on the sidewalk and he managed to catch her before her tailbone hit the concrete, and she looked up at him with a rather sheepish look on her face that worked very nicely with his amused grin until they both dissolved into laughter.

#27 - Fall

"I think I can pinpoint the exact moment I fell for you," she'd told him one night; when he pressed her, she told him it was during their first major case together, the cross-jurisdictional, and he'd been sleeping in her guest bedroom and she had to clamp down hard on the urge to wake him up with a kiss.

#28 - Forgotten

She showed up at his apartment with Chinese food for dinner and the suits and jackets he'd had dry cleaned; he'd forgotten to pick up the clothes and get dinner for them that evening since he was working on a paper and was grateful she'd remembered.

#29 - Dance

He hated dancing out in public, but at home he had no problem twirling and dipping her, making her dizzy until she couldn't stand up enough to dance anymore, which led to them collapsing on the couch in laughter which usually ended up with them in bed shortly thereafter...for obvious reasons, then, he loved dancing with her in the privacy of his or her apartment.

#30 - Body

He knew every inch of her body, from her feet up to her head, but every time they were in bed together he found himself inexplicably drawn to the small scar on her chest, which he almost always kissed before he finally fell asleep, much to her amusement.

#31 - Sacred

There were a lot of things that were sacred to her: her family, her friends, the oath she took when she became a cop...and her relationship with him, and it was that last one that constantly pleased and surprised him since he found he was feeling the same way about her.

#32 - Farewells

She looked out one last time at the gorgeous beach and said her good-byes to her old beachfront home; he didn't have to ask her if that was what she was doing, he just knew, and he also knew she'd take his hand when she was done and they'd head back to New York and maybe everything would be okay.

#33 - World

He wanted to give her the world, she made him that happy; when he told her that she'd laughed and said she'd be happy with just a slice of New York City to share with him.

#34 - Formal

"It's Ryan and Lindsay's wedding, Danny, and we're in the wedding party; that means you get to wear that and I get to wear this," she said as she emerged from her bathroom and his jaw dropped as he took in her long plum-colored bridesmaid dress; with her hair up and curled she looked absolutely beautiful, and suddenly his being stuck in a tux wasn't so bad.

#35 - Fever

"You have a 104-degree fever, Danny," she said in a worried tone of voice as she grabbed a jacket for each of them, "and I don't care what you say, I'm taking you to the hospital...Mac can just yell at me for missing work later."

#36 - Laugh

She had a nice laugh, and he found himself looking for ways to make her laugh just so he could hear it; when he realized that, it started to dawn on him that he might actually be falling in love with her.

#37 - Lies

"I have no problem with the little white lies, the polite social ones...like if I ever ask you if something makes me look fat you better tell me it doesn't regardless of whether it does or not," she said, pointing a fork with salad speared on it at him as they talked over dinner in her office.

#38 - Forever

She glared at the microwave, arms crossed under her breasts and foot tapping impatiently, muttering "This is taking forever" under her breath as he watched, amused and knowing full well that it was his fault she was running late.

#39 - Overwhelmed

He looked around at the casework on his left and his newest paper on his right and groaned, feeling overwhelmed and frustrated until Christina breezed over to pick up the paperwork, telling him she'd type it up for him and to go back to work on the paper before his professor docked his grade for it being late.

#40 - Whisper

She straddled his lap, her face over his and her lips inches away from his, and suddenly she turned her head and whispered in his ear; he picked her up and carried her into her room and wouldn't let her say anything above a whisper the whole time because her voice at a whisper level was a definite turn-on.

#41 - Wait

He had learned she had even less patience than he did at times, but all it usually took to get her to slow down was a simple "Wait a sec" from him, and she'd pause and look at him, which gave her whirring brain time to process things better.

#42 - Talk

He watched her talk on the phone with her mother, pacing back and forth with her arms moving animatedly and her vigorous nodding and a huge smile and he idly wondered if she did the same thing when she was on the phone with him until she thrust the phone at him, asking him to talk to her mother while she went to get something...and he was suddenly at a loss for words.

#43 - Search

She pawed through the bin of records until he saw a triumphant look cross her face; seconds later she lifted up a single record and grinned, proclaiming her search for the perfect song to complete her set with.

#44 - Hope

When she agreed to dinner, he had hoped she'd agree to another one; when they hit various month-marking milestones together, he had hoped their relationship would last; and when she said she'd marry him he had hope for a great future.

#45 - Eclipse

He couldn't believe she'd never seen an eclipse before, and when an eclipse came, the two of them were up on the roof of the labs along with most of the other staff, watching it in awed silence; she told him later watching it with him quietly talking to her the whole time had made it more interesting than she'd thought it would be and who knew he was an astronomy buff?

#46 - Gravity

She put on a particular Coldplay song to fall asleep and so now, whenever anyone mentioned the word "gravity," he automatically thought of that song and her sleeping soundly, no matter what was being talked about.

#47 - Highway

He saw her look out the rented car's window, staring longingly at the ocean as they went down the 101, and he started to wonder why the hell she stayed in New York when she really wanted to be back in California...and he wondered why he was suddenly okay with the idea of maybe leaving New York and going to San Diego.

#48 - Unknown

He had no clue as to where they were heading with this relationship at times, and it didn't bother him as much as he'd thought it would.

#49 - Lock

She gave him a sheepish look as he approached her apartment, mumbling something about locking her keys in her apartment; she was so red in the face he didn't want to make it any worse by letting out the laugh he was suppressing as he unlocked her apartment for her.

#50 - Breathe

It was almost like he needed to remind himself to breathe when he was around her, he got so caught up in his thoughts about her, and as she flashed him a quick smile from across the lab and waved, engagement ring gleaming, he wondered how he'd been happy without her around.

#csi ny #csi: ny #csi new york #danny messer #fanfic #fanfiction #danny x ofc #original character #my stuff

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miekasa · 3 years

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mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…

Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp

sfw

Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.

Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan.

Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up.

Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter.

No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.

Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning.

He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night.

He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off.

He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking.

If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you.

His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font.

Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit.

He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo

Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener.

Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven.

You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears.

Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too.

He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao.

Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with.

He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll.

Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it.

Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too.

He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method).

Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth.

He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking.

nsfw/suggestive

Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out.

Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy.

Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin.

Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.”

He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves.

Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.

Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape.

He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo

Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans.

Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you.

It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you.

Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him.

You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard.

#anonymous #sick and twisted and lovely and precious my boyfriend ladies and germs!!!!!#eren x reader #aot x reader #eren fluff #eren smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren.ask

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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Healing

pairing: Azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: TW - sexual assault, rape, objectification and implications of abuse, smut, consensual sex, azriel is a sweetie and rhys is a good bestie

a/n: first of all PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!! i’m really proud of this fic but I don’t want to trigger or upset anyone, that being said it isn’t too graphic but still. Anyway I hope u enjoy, this took me three days lmao <333

based on: this and this

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You had your first less than savoury encounter with men when you had barely turned nine. Your body still hadn’t finished forming, but you were growing, and your body was gaining some semblance of shape as you did. It wasn’t much – just a whistle from across the street – but for a second your heart seized up with fear, and in the next you almost felt giddy. A man thought you were beautiful.

You felt like a princess that day – felt the way you had when the boy from your class had kissed your cheek, still too young to process the intentions behind that single whistle. But you didn’t care – someone wanted you.

When you got your first period at twelve – even more changed. Your body felt new, and you didn’t feel comfortable in the changes. Your old clothes didn’t fit and now your mother forced you into tighter corsets for those long, long dinners you had to attend. Your parents were respected Fae in the Hewn City – nobles who liked to drink and smoke and throw extravagant balls. And with your new body you could no longer simply hide in the corner or climb through secret passages with your friends – muddying your dresses.

Now you had to smile when men hugged you slightly too long, laugh when they commented on how much you had grown up, sit pretty and pristine with an old mans hand loitering to close to your rear for hours as you watched your parents drink away their troubles.

By the time you were fifteen you were used to the constant attention, your beauty not uncommon where you lived but still doted on often. Unaware of their desire for your youth, your naivety. The women never offering a helping hand but instead glaring down high skewed noses as their husbands slurred into your ears – still in shock that a pretty, young thing like you was all alone at this party.

When you were sixteen you decided to change that – kissing an alright looking boy at a party and telling him exactly what he wanted to hear so he would kiss you back. He stayed when you didn’t protest as he pulled you to the bathroom and pushed you to your knees. And for this small request, the greasy hands on your body at balls and dinners or any other social gathering halved – now only the truly self-righteous felt they could touch you still.

The only problem was you truly did love the boy you had chosen. He had faults yes, but he was kind – he brought you flowers and kissed your cheek. But he also spoke over you, forced you into silence and took what he wanted. And he always wanted the same thing.

If anything it was his father’s fault. The military commander never leaving room for debate when he argues with his wife – and sons only become what they see in their fathers.

Your father had left with a younger woman a few months after your fourteenth birthday, and you hadn’t seen him since – only heard stories of him galivanting around the autumn court from your classmates. You could see the distaste your mum held you in as she realised she would have to stick around to look after you, not yet old enough to be married. Then Amarantha had taken hold of the country and that possibility had been thrown out the window anyway.

Weirdly enough not that much changed in your life when she took power, the only major difference was that now you had to block out screams before going to sleep and even they had become like white noise. You still drank with your friends on Friday nights, went out with your boyfriend on Saturdays and slept the pain away on Sundays. Your weekdays consisted of school, dinners, balls and whatever more your mother could throw together to appease the high queen.

That and the high lord of the night court had started making appearances at the events your mother threw. He was a cruel man standing so proudly at the queen’s side – but you saw something flickering in his eyes whenever people spoke, complimenting his power and rule. You saw what you felt as you laughed at compliments and lingering touches – you saw pain, but more importantly you saw anger. And right now you could use anger.

During one ball you watched him leave, taking an odd route – not the one that would help him escape the loud music but instead a long winding corridor leading to a series of smaller rooms. Without thought you peeled away from your company, muttering excuses and went after him – grabbing a bottle of wine as you did.

You found him reclining in an empty room and knocked on the door gently. He cracked open an eye – slow like a cat – and beckoned you in. You moved to perch next to him, leaning back with a straight back and letting your head loll slightly as you took a swig of the dark red wine, before passing him the bottle.

“You looked like you could use a drink,” you smiled, eyes focused on his sharp jaw as he held the bottle to his mouth with a laugh.

“One way of putting it,” he smiled. The two of you sat in silence for several minutes as you took in his beauty, his looks plus mannerisms all made him seem like a wild cat - a panther trapped underground.

“Why are you here?” he finally asked, and you raised a hand to trace that sharp jaw. But instead of devouring you as any lesser man would’ve, he brushed your hand away and held it tightly in his larger one. “That’s not gonna happen, you’re what sixteen?”

“Almost seventeen,” you said, cheekily. He laughed but shook his head, squeezing your hand before releasing it.

“You’re still a child,” he said matter-of-factly, and you scoffed, stealing your wine back to drink again.

“Yeah well that’s usually a selling point,” your voice was sad, but you didn’t dare let your eyes stray from his – refusing to show fear, “And you’re so nice to me, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

He laughed as you pouted, “You practice this in the mirror or something?”

“Usually works in three seconds,” you confess, and he whistles under his breath, “Men are rather easy to manipulate when they’ve been trying to get into your skirts since your first bleed.”

“And you wonder why I’m not about to take advantage of you,” he laughed, and you smiled – a real smile, or real enough. “Plus I don’t think your little boyfriend would be pleased.”

“Eh, he’s never pleased - I don’t think this could make him worse.” Rhysand took the wine back and frowned.

“Does he hurt you?” his voice was sincere but the laugh you let out was not.

“Don’t all men,” he swore, and you laughed again, “Yet you foil my plan to make you fall in love with me and whisk me away to the moon.”

He laughed, but his eyes darkened with deep sadness you were sure you would never understand, “I think we both no that even I could not do that, but I might be able to crush your fly.”

“Little boyfriend? Fly? You really don’t like him do you?” you laughed, head lighter already.

“I don’t like any man who thinks they can hurt women,” he said, frowning when he realised through your passing back and forth there was no wine left.

“Shit that took us like five minutes,” you complained, and he laughed, waving his hand lightly as several more bottles appeared before you – you grinned as you grabbed another.

“So any friends with weaker moral backbones that I could marry?” you asked with a laugh, and he smiled at you.

“I’m sure I could find someone,” he leaned back again. You smiled – finally happy that one night might pass in the company of a decent man.

Soon, you’d find it would be more than one night, a close friendship quickly blossoming between you and the high lord. All your friends were convinced you were sleeping together but true to his word he didn’t touch you, and by the time you surpassed the age of eighteen you didn’t want him to. But that didn’t stop other men.

After a particularly bad argument with your boyfriend that had left you with a handprint on your left cheek you had broken up with him – sending away his apologies and flowers, smart enough to see he didn’t hold the mental capacity to change.

Plus you were beautiful and young, you could certainly do better. And you soon did – rich men who liked to buy you jewellery, and fine clothes, men who enjoyed literature and art and spending time with you.

And at the start of each relationship, for a few blissful seconds you would believe in their pure intentions. But then a hand would drift from your lower back to your ass, or the gentle kiss that followed a necklace would shift from your mouth to your breasts. Not one of them wanted to wait until you were comfortable, so you made yourself comfortable.

You pictured pretty, strong men were holding you down and making you feel something, slipping your own hand between your legs and they penetrated you to try and replicate what you were sure a lover’s touch must feel like. And as always – after the first time- they stopped asking for permission, you were their toy, so you no longer had choice over that part of yourself.

But through nice guys and bad boys, for fifty years you had Rhysand who was a friend – who treated you with respect and finally let you talk, let you breathe.

In the end he was the one who found you, in the backroom of a party – drunk and undressed. You were weeping, curled in a ball with your attackers’ seed dripping out of you, bruises decorating your bare skin. When he turned you over with his comforting hands he found your nose dripping red and the vibrant lipstick you wore smudged.

He helped you sit up and redress, took you home and stood outside the bathroom while you scrubbed yourself clean in scalding water – still unsteady on your feet. You changed into a nightgown silently and neither of you said a word when you crawled into bed next to each other, crying in your best friends’ arms as he tried to console you.

When you woke up, he was gone with just a scribbled message about Amarantha and the name of a healer he trusted. But you just placed it back down, turning onto your back and staring at the ceiling as hot tears ran into your hairline.

You barely ate anything for the days following your assault – fighting with your mother more when you rarely saw her and subsequently breaking it off with your current boyfriend. You had thrown his hands off you when he tried to touch you and the screaming match that followed ended your relationship.

Your bond with Rhysand grew only closer however as you spent nights drinking in candlelight, talking about anything and everything until you were sure he knew every inch of your soul and you his.

“You know what I’m going to do as soon as she’s gone,” you whispered one night as you stared at the twinkling lights you had hung on your bedroom roof to imitate stars.

“What?” Rhys had asked, never letting his eyes leave the ‘stars’ which he had laughed at and then proceeded to rearrange to make them more accurate. To which you threw a pillow at his head.

“Find a hill, or a pier, or a large pit or anything and scream into it until my throat bleeds.” You said and he laughed, the bed beneath you rumbling.

“Consider me on board.” He joked as you sat up to perch at your vanity – smudging the sharp eyeliner you wore with a small brush and applying some red lipstick.

“Wanna go out?” you asked him, and he sat up to with a small, sad smile.

“Can’t.” you understood his implication and frowned.

“I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t gutted me yet,” you tried to lighten the mood, but his face darkened slightly when he joked back.

“Oh she wants to, I’m telling her any information you give me about citizens, so she doesn’t.” He said, ruffling your hair as he stood to leave.

“That’s fair, I’ll keep an ear out,” you smiled, squeezing his hand gently before he left.

Things changed when Feyre Archeron appeared, you saw the way your friend watched her and realised you might be competing for his attention soon, but you were happy for him. Until he brought her to that first party – drugged and barely dressed. You felt the bile rise in your throat as you pushed down memories of yourself in such a similar position, and while you knew he would never hurt her – he was still a man. And you were foolish to believe for all those years that he was a man who would realise this was wrong.

Making polite excuses you left the party, picking up the tails of your dress as you all but raced home – ditching the dress and closing the blinds tightly as you made yourself food in your underwear. The sick feeling in your throat spreading through your chest and stomach as you ate, abandoning your meal halfway for a book and large sweater. And when he knocked on your door that night, desperate to tell you all about her – all about the human girl who he was sure could be his mate, you pretended to be asleep.

You barely spoke to him the whole time she was there, unable to look him in the eyes when she was so clearly out of it – and the feeling only grew when the next morning she would have all eyes on her. You understood that feeling. You instead spent parties flirting with Tarquin, the young high lord who was only a few years your senior or warding off marriage invitations with laughs and carefully placed words.

Rhys would sometimes catch your eyes – furrowing his eyebrows at you when you avoided his gaze, the sick feeling never really leaving. But it wasn’t until you watched Tamlin slay Amarantha with a smile that he tried to speak to you again. Feyre was Fae and leaving with her betrothed and Rhysand had just confirmed they were mates – and never had he needed his best friend quiet like he did now.

You were sitting when he found you, head in your palms and blood dusting the skirts of your dress. You had been sitting near Amarantha when it happened. You looked up when he neared, smiling sadly as he sat next to you.

“Want to go home?” he asked you quietly and you scoffed, standing, and moving to leave quickly. He followed after you, grabbing your arm as you wrenched it out of his grip with more ferocity than he had ever seen from you.

“Don’t touch me,” he held his hands up, backing away to give you space as you got your breathing under control.

“What did I do?” he asked – smart enough to not presume anything.

“How could you think it was okay, after what happened?” your voice was quiet again, and so sad.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he implored, stepping slightly closer again. You raised your eyes to meet his and he understood, the darkness you carried in your eyes shining through – the memories that resurfaced in those dark moments. “I’m sorry, let me explain please.”

You let him hold your arm softly as he winnowed the two of you to your house where you sat down heavy and tired.

“I did it because she needed out of that cell, but I saw what they did to you and you’re a fae woman, she’s… she was human. So it meant that no one else would touch her.” He tried to explain, “And she wouldn’t want to remember.”

“That’s a horrible thing to do Rhys.” You stated and he hung his head low, “How in anyway was that helping her, to get her out you could’ve snuck her here or just take her to a ball and let her dress normally.”

“I’m sorry, I just knew this would’ve been the safest option,” he grabbed your hand again and squeezed it like he did all those years ago, “It’s over, we can go home.”

“I am home,” you laughed bitterly, gesturing to your house.

“No, you’re coming out of this city – we’re putting it behind us.” He stood and held out a hand.

“I know you’re trying to be dramatic and all, but I have to pack – and think.” You said and he laughed.

“Take your time,” he said, sitting back to wait for you, “And I know it might take you a while to forgive me, but I’ll wait.”

You had left soon after, as he revealed his city to you. Winnowing to a house where two beautiful women stood at the door, strong winged men appearing next to them almost instantly – all sharing the same tear-eyed look. Well, all asides from a short, dark-haired woman who simply smiled.

The men you presumed were Azriel and Cassian barrelled towards Rhysand, attacking him in the most violent hug you had ever witnessed. Mor followed soon after and Amren simply offered him a curt nod, to which he bowed slightly with a cheeky smile.

Cassian turned to look at you and everyone followed suit, you straightened up – not wanting to cower under their gazes.

“And this, this is (y/n).” Rhysand said, placing a hand on your elbow, “She’s the only reason I survived under the mountain.”

You smiled at him, annoyed still – but you still held so much love for him in your heart. You looked away when Cassian approached and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly.

When he released you he looked you dead in the eye, “I am forever in your service.”

“Cassian let go of the poor girl,” Mor exclaimed behind him, and you giggled, looking to Rhys for support.

“Forgot to tell you he’s a hugger,” he shrugged, and you shoved his shoulder.

“Oh did you!” you laughed.

“Gotta get used to it, you’re part of the team now,” Cassian slung an arm around your shoulder as he guided you inside, “which means lots of hugs and long talks about emotions.”

“Don’t steal my best friend Cassian,” Rhys jabbed at his brother as you all moved to sit inside around a long table.

“He already had I’m afraid, can’t reverse love like ours,” you joined in, patting Cassian’s hand as he punched the air in victory, Rhysand feigning pain as he dramatically collapsed into his chair – a hand over his heart.

When you were finally seated you caught Azriel’s gaze, his eyes locked on you – having watched you interact with his family for less than five minutes and already completely enamoured. You smiled softly when you caught his gaze and he grinned at you, no words passing.

Later that evening – after too many drinks, you found yourself alone on a balcony you found, drinking in the fresh air greedily after all those years underground. You didn’t realise he was there until he was next to you – silent on his feet, his shadows a cool chill passing over your shoulders.

You tilted your head to look at him, in awe of his beauty. Not even Rhysand had awed you as much as this man was, his beauty unparalleled by anyone you had met before. He turned his gaze down to you as well, fighting the urge to reach out and touch you as he watched you move with such elegant curiosity.

“We haven’t had the pleasure of being formally introduced,” you smiled, lifting your hand delicately, “I’m (y/n).”

He met your hand halfway, lifting it to his mouth with perfectly poised and trained grace. “Azriel,” his voice was deep, gruff – and sent chills through you quickly. But when he moved your hand from his mouth you held on, the sparks flowing through you telling you all you needed to know. He similarly made no move to let go.

“Are we? I don’t really know how any of this works,” you laughed nervously but he smiled so warmly and tugged you slightly closer to him with the hand you were still clutching.

“You’re my mate princess,” he said, voice rough from disuse. You smiled widely, eyes forming tears as your gaze never strayed from him – finally getting one person who would truly love you, not your body – but you. He tugged your hand gently and you followed him inside, smiling and love drunk.

“We should probably go to the house of wind,” his voice was quiet as you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Me and Cassian have to share a room here, the bed are singles.” You smiled and laughed – irrevocably happy.

“Yeah maybe not,” you said, and he held your hand softly as he walked you to the front door, passed his past out friends, Rhys cracking an eye open when you walked past him, and you turned when he tugged your skirt gently.

You okay? He asked in your mind, and you smiled at him.

I’m perfect, why? You replied as he closed his eyes again, clearly too tired to hold them open - Azriel moving to retrieve your coats.

Just don’t feel pressured into doing anything you’re not ready for, Azriel is understanding he won’t get angry. A sort of cold feeling settled on your shoulders when you realised why Azriel wanted that extra privacy.

Shit forgot I had to do that you joked but Rhysand felt the stress growing, however before he could reply Azriel was by your side again and you were waving him goodbye, your smile tight lipped.

Honestly, you trusted Rhysand when he said that Azriel would understand – but so far you had yet to meet a man who truly respected the boundaries you set, a man who would truly wait. Azriel met your eyes in silent questions before scooping you into his arms, flying high above the house as you squealed in his arms, clinging tightly to his neck, and shutting your eyes tightly as you soared above the vibrant city.

He felt you tense as you neared the house, swooping lower in order to land on the large balcony attached to his room. He placed you on shaky legs gently and looked down to smile at you again – heart so full of love and peace.

Not only was his brother returned to him in one piece, but along beside him came you. His mate. His mate.

You caught his gaze and gave him a tight-lipped smile, terrified for history to repeat itself. You wanted to talk to him and know him – you didn’t want him to learn to love your body instead of you. And you were truly afraid to be touched again, you hadn’t been with a man since you were raped – fear stopping you before they could get close and walls slamming up if they tried.

“Are you okay?” Azriel’s voice was dripping with concern – genuine concern, and the way he said it made tears well up in your eyes. His own instantly widened as he sensed the sadness and fear rolling of you in waves, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you sobbed into his chest. “Oh sweetheart we don’t have to do anything, c’mon lets go sit down.”

He guided you through the glass doors and sat you down gently on the bed, holding you gently and coaxing you through your breakdown. Once your breathing had calmed slightly and you had pulled out of his embrace, wiping your tears harshly with the butt of your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered quietly, terrified to anger your mate when you’ve only just found him.

“It’s okay darling, what’s wrong – did I do something? You’re not terrified of heights are you?” he asked, and you laughed softly, a smile growing on his face as his worries eased slightly.

“No, that was fun,” he grabbed your hand in his scarred ones and you gripped it tightly.

“Then what was it?” you looked into those beautiful, worried eyes and let out an exhale – bottom lip quivering.

“I just don’t think I can – I can’t do that tonight.” You whispered the words lowly, afraid of his reaction as you clung like a child to his hand.

“Hey, that’s okay – we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready,” he smiled, worries easing. You still wanted to be with him, just not in that way yet – and he could wait. He would wait a million years if you asked.

“Even if I’m not ready for a while?” You asked, and he held your face in his hands gently – looking into your tear-filled, defeated eyes.

“I would wait forever and then some – I have already waited so long to meet you, I’m sure I can last longer, especially if you’re next to me.” Your smile was so sad when you met his eyes.

“I’ve been told that before,” Azriel just pulled you closer to him with a cheeky grin.

“And were any of them your mate?”

“No,” you smiled at him again and he thought his heart was going to combust.

“Well then, I love to prove people wrong.” You buried your head into his chest as his arms came around you once more, “Would you like to sleep here, or would you like your own room?”

“Here is fine, I like the way you make me feel,” you said quietly, tugging on the bond experimentally. Azriel just smiled and tugged back.

“That works for me, I’ll get you a change of clothes.” He moved to stand but you stopped him – tugging on the dress shirt he wore.

“I want this,” you grinned cheekily up at him, and he laughed, but undid the buttons and pulled it off anyway – turning around to let you change in peace. When he turned back around you were looking up at him with wide eyes – looking impossibly cute in his shirt.

“It has holes in the back,” you complained, and he laughed, sitting down to tug off his trousers before sliding under the covers as you scrambled to lay in his arms.

“Well I do have wings,” he cemented his point by letting one drape over your shoulders as you sighed in content.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed,” you deadpanned quietly, burrowed deep under his arms and the covers. His chest rumbled with the silent laugh as he pressed a kiss into your hairline.

The next morning he awoke to you laying on his chest, tracing the scars on the backs of his hands with a delicately pointed finger. He stared in wonder, and you must have felt his gaze because you turned your head to meet his eyes, face still puffy from sleep. As you whispered to him that morning, your chin resting on his chest as you gazed up at him until he rose to get your morning drinks. Barely daring to leave for more than a few seconds. And when he returned he was so glad he did – welcoming the sight of you curled up under his sheets with a shy smile and tired eyes.

“Do we have to do anything today?” you asked as you sipped your drink slowly, Azriel’s’ arm tight and secure around your waist.

“Nope,” he said, delighted at the prospect, “I just want to be with you and my family.”

“Sounds heavenly.”

True to his word, for the next few weeks that past, you and Azriel didn’t progress past slow, occasional kisses and lingering touches. But before either of those he was always searching your eyes – asking permission. And you truly fell in love with him during those weeks.

He was caring and consistent – never promising anything he couldn’t bring. And he cared for you, he cared for you past your body and looks. He wanted to be with you for an eternity.

One night, while you lay together, speaking lowly and listening to the rain fall outside your room – a glass door cracked open, you decided you were ready. You pressed closer to him, your lips meeting his own in a kiss more passionate than you had previously shared.

He followed your lead with just as much passion, but when you crawled into his lap he pulled away slightly.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you,” he asked quietly, hands coming to rest on your hips.

“I’m sure, I love you and I want to be with you.” You told him sincerely, “But I haven’t been with anyone in a few years so I’m a little out of practice.”

You giggled nervously but he furrowed his eyebrows, “But you told me about your boyfriends?”

“Yeah but I – stopped dating about five years ago.” You tried to explain quickly, old nerves being brought up, but Azriel pulled you closer and as always his touch calmed you.

“Can I ask why?” he watched you drop your head a little as you breathed slowly – determined to not let your fear rise, you would probably end up telling him anyway so you might as well get it over with.

“I was raped.” You stated and his grip on your hips tightened slightly as he swore.

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” he started but you stopped him with a sharp glaze.

“You don’t need to apologise, it happened and it’s over now.” He could practically feel you pull away, so he loosened his grip on your hips and instead brought his arms up to hold you against his chest.

“Who did it?” he asked, voice dark and dangerous. You muttered a name lowly – under your breath – and he pocketed in the darkest corners of his mind for later. His shadows itching to tear the man apart.

“Look (y/n), if you’re ready I am more than happy to oblige but I need to know you’re really ready, I will wait as long as you need.” You pulled away from his chest and kissed him gently.

“I’m ready, I trust you,” he smiled up at you from where you perched on his lap and you giggled and he flipped you over, laying between your legs with a feral grin.

He made you cum three times with his mouth and those beautiful, beautiful hands alone – more than you had ever experienced with a man and he hadn’t even received any pleasure yet. Except from the pleasure of watching his perfect mate fall apart on his sheets, over and over.

And when he lay over you, your legs pushed up and wrapped around his waist, and his forearms on either side of your head – he would later swear he had never felt more complete.

“I’m here with you remember, will be the whole time.” He assured you, voice soft as he lined himself up and you smiled.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, and he pushed in slowly, filling every part of you and pushing against every spot you didn’t know you had. You swore under your breath when he bottomed out, the slight pain quickly being reduced to please as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” you felt shivers run through your body at his gruff voice and smiled, moaning when he began to move.

He pulled his head from where it hid in your neck and watched as you closed your eyes – head thrown back with a smile – and his hips bucked, desperately trying to control himself as he watched you arch your back.

“Shit Az, you’re so big,” you moaned loudly, unaware of the trance you had pulled your mate into.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered with a harsh thrust, a hand coming to stroke down your face as you opened your eyes to meet his, “So perfect.”

You felt as if your heart was going to burst from the love that filled it as you reached up to kiss him softly – conveying every word, every thought, through that kiss. When you pulled away you were nearing your end, the sensations building in you without the need of a fantasy or your own hand.

You moaned his name, gripping his shoulders tightly as one hand instinctively moved to stroke down his wing. He shuddered above you with a loud groan – his thrusts speeding up as he to neared release, yours hips surely bruising from the force of his own.

“C’mon baby, need to feel you, need to know you’re mine.” His words ignited something in your stomach, and you clung tighter to him, kissing his sharp jaw as you smiled.

“I’m yours Azriel, now and forever.” Your gentle words pushed him over the edge and his skilful fingers dipping between your thighs brought you down with him. The two of you crying out at the sensations you shared as a growing need to never let him go consumed you.

He collapsed on top of you soon after and he intertwined your fingers with his own as your breathing evened out. He slipped out of you, and you smiled up at him as he sat up, rolling off your body and laying to the side while you came to rest your head on his firm chest. He brought his spare hand upwards – twirling strands of your hair slightly as you rested in silence. After a few minutes, you clambered into his lap and kissed him firmly as he pulled you impossibly close.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips, and he felt his heart swell with gratitude to the world for giving him an angel that would willingly hold his hand and guide him out of the darkness.

“I am so in love with you,” he whispered back, and you giggled, a hand moving slowly to stroke him as you felt him harden beneath you again.

“Hmm, is that so?” you whispered.

Azriel, who had started pressing light kisses into your neck, nipped you gently, making you squeal, “What were you saying darling?”

“That I am also deeply, and unequivocally in love with you.” You replied and he rolled his eyes.

“Just putting me to shame with your big words.” He muttered and you giggled – crawling down his body.

“I’m sure I could make it up to you.”

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Entire alphabet for Raian pls if it’s okay ?

Anything for you my friend! I had so much fun doing this!!

Raian A-Z

🔞NSFW AHEAD- NO MINORS🔞

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is quite rare with This boy. Raian is one to fall asleep right after the deed. He’s exhausted, it’s time for bed. He gives his partner a rough kiss on the temple then rolls over. He doesn’t usually shower, and doesn’t mind if his S/O does. Maybe if he was extra rough he’ll pull his S/O into his chest for cuddle time.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is probably his arms, specifically his biceps. You’ll catch him flexing in the mirror at himself. He is also quite proud of his battle scars. He’s proud of his body in general. He’s a scary looking dude and he loves it. For his S/O it’s probably their ass and thighs. He lives for spanking his S/O. He can’t get enough of the feeling. He’ll alway be grabbing at them. He can’t seem to keep his hands to himself.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers to Cum on his partner. He’ll pull out and spill all over their ass or stomach. He likes making a mess. He’s not ready for kids, but his Kure instincts take over sometime. When indulging his breeding kink he’ll cum inside his partner. He’ll lick his lips and watch it ooze out of their opening. His dick is already hard again. He’ll lazily jerk himself off before diving in once more. He’ll fill them over and over again till they’re nice and full.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s got a major scent kink. I’ve touched on this before. The scent of his mate is enough to send him over the edge. While fucking his S/O from behind he’ll shove his nose in their hair. When his S/O is away on a business trip he’ll sleep on their side of the bed. His nose would be deep in their pillow as he jerks himself off roughly. He’ll have a stash of their clothes and panties he’ll sniff or jerk off into. He’s such a dirty little perv.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s got a moderate amount of experience. Mainly just a forgotten one night stands. I can’t see him having a serious partner till he meets his S/O. He doesn’t have much but he knows what He’s doing. He’s a selfish lover after all.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite is doggy or full Nelson or any position where He’s in complete control. He also likes positions where he can show off his strength. He enjoys throwing around. His S/O in the bedroom.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nope, there’s no goofing off with him. He sees it as kind of a turn off. It’s all serious with him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpets match his ashy blonde hair. He not a very hairy man to begin with so he doesn’t have much to groom.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s.... not really romantic. He’s here for a rough fuck and wants to get himself and his S/O off. He’s quick and rough, there’s barely any romance there. For Valentine’s Day or for a birthday he might throw rose petals on the bed but that’s all they’re getting.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

In his bachelor days, he jerks off quite often. He’s quick and rough with himself. He mainly jerks off in the shower for easy cleanup. He’ll have the water blazing hot as it beats down on his back. His forehead is pressed to the cool tile as he makes quick work of himself. He’s fast and unforgiving. He just wants to cum and move on with his life. With an S/O he won’t masturbate as much.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He wants to bring bdsm into the bedroom, but He’s so impatient and has a one-track-mind. He’d like to try binding his S/O and tying them up, so they’re helpless before him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’ll take his S/O just about anywhere. Bedroom, kitchen, couch, shower. Sometimes out in public, when he and his S/O can’t make it home. He’ll fuck his S/O in a supply closet or back alley, but these times are quite rare.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing his S/O in tight clothes or little booty shorts is enough to get the blood pumping. He loves it when his S/O shows a little skin. But that’s the obvious one- This is a secret but Raian get emotion boners. When his S/O does something super cute or when they tell Raian how much they love him he’ll totally get hard. He’s ashamed of it but hearing his S/O say “I love you.” Is such a turn on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’ll never ever share his S/O with anyone. So threesomes are a big no-no. If his S/O were to bring it up he’ll shoot them down instantly.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving over giving. He’s a happy man with his dick in his S/O’s mouth. He’s really into eye contact. With his S/O’s permission he’d love to face-fuck them. He’ll grab their head and ram his dick down their throat. He revels in the noises his S/O makes. His heart beats faster seeing their makeup smear and tears slide down their face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

So fast and so rough. He’ll rarely ever go slow. Maybe if his S/O asks nicely enough, or if it’s an anniversary or birthday. He’ll go a little softer. He’ll be extra gentle if he succeeds in breeding his mate. If they’re pregnant he doesn’t want to hurt his S/O or the baby.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. When He’s pent up he enjoys being able to bend his S/O over a table and rearranging their guts. Then he’ll return to whatever he was doing beforehand.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll take small risks. If it’s a one night stand, he couldn’t care less. But if it’s his S/O he cares a whole fuckign lot. He’ll bang his S/O in public but he’ll never put his S/O at risk. He doesn’t want the risk of someone seeing his precious S/O is such a state, that’s only for his eyes. Only Raian can see his S/O in such a way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last forever. He’s got insane stamina. He’d appreciate a S/O who can keep up with him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope nope nope. He feels intimidated by toys. He thinks the only one his S/O needs is him. If he finds his S/O’s stash or catches them using toys he’ll make them cum over and over and over again till they break. It will be sweet torture. But He’s hella jealous and needs to punish his S/O.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Super unfair, he loves teasing and making his S/O blush. He’ll tease his S/O relentlessly. He’ll giggle and tease them thill they’re in the verge of tears.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn’t hide his noises. He’ll groan, moan, and grunt loudly. He wants his S/O to know how they’re making him feel. Plus he just doesn’t care.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Soft Raian does exist. Especially with his mate. Raian loves watching his mate sleep. After sex he’ll wait for them to fall asleep. He’ll watch as their chest slowly rises and falls. Raian would propped up on his elbow watching them. For Raian, his world is at peace. This is bliss for him. He’ll follow the rhythm of their breathing till he too falls asleep.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s long and lean. The head of his cock is a light dusty pink, He’s got a few veins. He’s quite big and will take a lot of prep to take.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a pretty high sex drive, he’ll want it pretty often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Falls asleep pretty quickly. He’ll try to stay up a fall asleep after his S/O but he fails pretty often. He’s snoozing by the time his S/O steps out of the shower.

#nasty #kure raian #kengan ashura #kengan omega

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha x reader

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