#thank you darling I will be sobbing softly into my sheets while looking at these
First of all your writing is amazing!
Could maybe write some hurt/comfort with Lucifer, Diavolo and Beelzebub (or anyone you feel like writing for)
MC is doing totally fine until they receive a really gentle hug, and then they just start crying because it just feels so safe and nice. At then MC sort of just exhaust themself and falls asleep in the person's arms.
You can ignore this if it's too strange.
Feeling Safe in Their Arms
Lucifer, Diavolo, and Beel x GN! reader (separately)
AN: Thank you, I'm glad you like my writing! And don't worry, this request wasn't strange, it's really cute and I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy! :)
Warnings: reader is called my dear (Lucifer's) and darling (Diavolo's)
Lucifer
The pen swiftly scratched across the page in elegant strokes as Lucifer filled out yet another document. He’d been working for sometime, neglecting how late it had gotten. A gentle knock rapped against his door causing his eyes to flick in its direction.
“Come in.”
The door slowly opened, revealing you. You stepped inside as Lucifer set his pen down, rising from his plush chair. Softly, he called your name while making his way to you.
“What are you doing up?” Lucifer glanced at the clock on the wall. “I’m sure you’re aware of the time.”
You sighed as you walked into him, wrapping your arms around his torso. The demon stilled for a moment but returned your gesture nonetheless.
“I know, I just needed a hug.” You mumbled into his chest.
Lucifer’s confusion was quickly replaced with a gentle smile. His arms tightened around you, pulling you in even closer, his nose nestling against your shoulder.
“You are always welcome to hug me, my dear.”
You sniffled softly as a wetness began to seep through his vest. Lucifer pulled his head away, feeling you shake from the sobs that racked through your body.
“Is everything alright?” He asked, concerned. A muffled ‘mhm’ and a slight nod was all the answer he got as you pushed your face further into his chest.
The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like hours. Lucifer hadn’t dared to let you go. His arms remained securely around you, occasionally running up and down your back in comfort. To tell the truth, he was in need of a good hug too. He reveled in the warmth that was shared between you both.
A soft snore and your breathing evened, Lucifer assessed that you had tired yourself out. Letting out an amused huff, he gently hoisted you up bridal style and carried you to his room.
Laying you down on his large mattress, he covered you with the sheets before making his way to the other side. He quietly slipped in beside you and resumed holding you. And he’d continue to hold you for as long as you’d let him.
Diavolo
Diavolo marched sluggishly through the castle’s grand hallways to his bedroom. After a long day's work, all he wanted to do was to crawl into your arms and vent about his stressful day. Your presence comforted him greatly.
Once he arrived, he opened the smooth lacquer and found you laying on his couch with a book in hand. You slowly turned your head at the sound but your eyes couldn’t quite leave the page, not yet wanting to part from your reading. Diavolo chuckled as he crossed the room to where you sat.
“Hello, darling.”
Finally setting your book aside, you smile up at the demon prince. “Hi, how was your day today?”
Diavolo flopped onto the couch, pulling you over to him and settling you upon his lap, securing you with his strong arms while his face burrowed into the crook of your neck.
“Exhausting. It was hard staying focused with Barbatos piling more paperwork on my desk.” He mumbled. “But I kept thinking about how nice it would be to finally be wrapped up in your arms, so I pushed through so I could see you sooner.”
Your gentle hands raked through his dark red hair, but the shake of your body and quieted sniffles did not go unnoticed. Diavolo lifted his head to look at your face. Small trails of tears ran down your cheeks. He cupped his hands on either side as his thumbs collected the salty streams and wiped them away.
“What’s the matter?” He asked gently, his eyes searching yours.
“Nothing… It’s just- you make me feel safe.” The softest of smiles was aimed towards the prince and he swore felt his heart do backflips.
Relieved, he returned a smile of his own and guided your head to his shoulder- and with a few awkward movements, the two of you laid across the lush couch. Diavolo’s hold was gentle with one large hand caressing the expanse of your back, moving in up and down motions in an attempt to comfort. Your arms wrapped as best they could around the demon’s sturdy build. Soft hushes and muffled sobs were the only sounds heard throughout the room.
Not long after, your cries ceased, creating a comforting silence. Diavolo glanced down and studied your peaceful features. He lightly chuckled as his lips met the crown of your head. Deciding to follow in your footsteps, he closed his eyes and began drifting to sleep in his lover’s hold. An even better way to end the evening.
Beelzebub
A wonderful aroma drifted into the twins’ room. Beel raised his head from the pillow and switched his D.D.D off, setting it aside. He rose from his bed and inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar scent. Following the smell, his legs carried him through the corridor and down the stairs into the kitchen.
“Hi, Beel.” You greeted, keeping your eyes trained before you.
The gluttonous demon raised a brow. “How’d you know it was me?”
“I figured you’d be down sooner or later, I’m making your favorite.” You used your spatula to point in front of you where a few patties lay in the skillet. Beel glanced over to the counter and noticed the hamburger buns, condiments, and other fixings all set out.
Cheeseburgers.
The demon made a satisfied groan, as he strode to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You paused for a moment, but gave in to the warmth his body provided. Beel listened to the sizzle of the meat while he watched your movements…which were a little shaky. It was then he felt the tremble in your body.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked gently.
“Yes.” You responded, a little wobble to your tone. Beel spun you around and noticed the tears coating your bottom lashes. He quickly let go of you, afraid he had upset you.
“I’m sorry, I should have asked you if it was alright to touch y- Oomph!“
You rushed forward knocking into him as your arms encircled his body tightly and your head rested on his chest.
“No, you didn’t upset me… I liked it.”
Beel smiled, encasing you in his muscular arms once more. “I like it too.”
Your cries began to pick up, creating damp spots in his shirt. And Beel continued to hold you, closing his eyes and resting his chin atop your head. The sound of sizzling resumed- after having tuned it out in favor of checking on you.
“Umm, we should turn the stove off. The burgers might burn.”
“They should be done.” You sniffled out. With that, Beel dipped you back slightly so as to not let you go to be able to switch the burner off. You giggled at his sweet but silly gesture. The demon chuckled as well as he brought you up to your original position. Shoving your face back into his chest, your tears continued to pour down your cheeks.
After some time in each other’s hold, footsteps echoed and approached the kitchen. Beel glanced over to the doorway and saw Satan, who’s eyes were doing a quick sweep, assessing the situation.
“What’s going-“
“Shh, they’re sleeping.” Beel hushed his brother.
Satan nodded with a tight lipped smile. “I noticed.” He walked closer, speaking in whispers. “Their eyes are red, did something happen?”
“No, nothing happened.” Beel hugged you tighter. “I think I’ll take them up to their room. Dinner’s ready, you guys eat without us.”
Satan’s eyes widened. There was no way Beel said that, he must’ve heard wrong… The wrathful demon looked over to the burgers in the skillet. “But it’s your favorite, aren’t you hungry?”
Beel gently shifted you and lifted your feet off the floor. “That’s not important right now.”
That’s all he said as he stepped out of the kitchen and made his way to your room. As far as he was concerned, the food wasn’t going anywhere and neither was he.
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please cry with me i just found these (or these found me??) and...*she sobs*
god blessed me with two loaf cradlers and cradling loaves I shall 😭😭😭
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Could you make a poly mikaelson smut??? Where they are jealous about another vampire flirting with reader and they get possessive.
Alright. We are going to break this off in little blurbs.
Warnings: Protective Mikaelsons, a bit smutty, Possessive Mikaelsons, Fluff
A/N: Gonna add my boy Finn as this was a little self indulgent 😌
Finn Mikaelson
It was a family ball that Klaus was throwing as a birthday party for Rebekah and Finn was watching over the ball. Finn really didn't feel like joining all this as he just wanted to curl up with their little wolf and sleep.
"You look grumpy."
"I do not Kol." Finn muttered as Kol smirked knowing it was Finn's turn to have the night with Y/N but it was kinda ruined when Klaus threw a party. Finn saw some vampire flirting with Y/N who looked uncomfortable and in a blur Finn was next to their little wolf.
"Darling, is this leech bothering you?" Finn said glaring as Y/N pressed close to Finn while vampire swallowed feeling nervous.
"A little bit but I would like to go upstairs."
"Of course." Finn said holding her with possessive hands picking her up. Y/N squealed finding herself on Finn's bed being kissed roughly as his hand was going under her dress.
"Finn.....the party." Y/N squeaked out as suddenly her dress was gone and his slightly cold skin met her warm skin.
"They won't miss us for a few moments." Finn whispered against her skin as his mouth moved along her neck. Y/N let out a breathy moan as Finn moved slowly touching her softly making her feel like her veins on fire.
"Finn......please." Y/N pleaded as Finn sucked on her her thigh closely to her heated center pulling a cry from her when he finally placed his mouth on her center. Y/N bit her fist shaking as Finn held her close tongue flattening against her clit and before she could cum Finn pulling away.
"Finn....no..fair." Y/N whined as he chuckled kissing her before easing into her slowly. Y/N whimpered clinging to Finn as he gripped her hips snapping his hips against hers.
"My beloved wolf, always so beautiful." Finn muttered burying his face in her neck as her walls fluttered around when he moved onto his forearms caging her under him. Y/N came with a soft cry as Finn groaned her name cumming after her nuzzling her neck listening to her pant gently tugging his hair and kissed the vampire softly.
Finn got up and cleaned her up then cuddled up to her pressing kisses on her neck as both muttered I love yous.
"They are going to come looking for us."
"I don't care. I just wanted to cuddle."
Elijah Mikaelson
Elijah glared hard at the vampire and wolf standing a little too close to Y/N while he understood that his little wolf was apart of Jackson's pack but that didn't mean he liked males being near her.
"The meeting is going a longer than thought Niklaus, Hayley seems to be adamant to make our little wolf miserable." Elijah said over the phone then looked to Y/N seeing a young vampire getting brave flirting with the woman.
"I need to go Niklaus." Elijah said eyes darken as he growled lowly hanging up. Elijah walked pass Hayley ignoring how she stared at at him.
"Just if you aren't busy we could hang out tonight? Show you a good time."
"No thank you. I am already in a relationship."
"Pffft, with the Mikaelsons. It isn't like I can't sleep with you too."
"Or I could tear your thoat out." Elijah said lowly picking Y/N up and way from the male. The vampire glared then realized he was looking at Elijah who was glaring at him.
"Eli?" Y/N squeaked whe in a flash you was pressed against a cabin wall with Elijah looking at her with hunger in his eyes. Y/N moaned when Elijah kissed her roughly his hand moving under her skirt fingers slipping pass lace as moved two fingers in her wet entrance.
"Wet already? You love it when I am rough, don't you? I want you to be nice and loud baby, let that baby vampire know who can satisfy you."
Y/N cried out gripping Elijah's shirt feeling his thumb rub her clit as Elijah bit at her neck leaving marks as his way to show she was taken. Elijah felt her wall tighten around his fingers when he added a third and moved his thumb more slowly against her clit. Elijah growled feeling Y/N move her hips against his fingers as he curled them.
"Look at you so needy. Such a good girl being loud, let him know who you belong to." Elijah said lowly in her ear feeling her shake against him, Y/N's face was flushed. Elijah smirked watching her cum with loud moan and bit Elijah's neck pulling a deep growl from his chest.
"Open." Elijah commanded as Y/N opened her mouth and Elijah placed his slick covered fingers in her mouth. Y/N's flush got worst as she tasted herself on his fingers, Elijah leaned in kissing her.
"Let's continue this at home."
Klaus Mikaelson
Y/N was in the kitchen on the phone with Damon as the two were close friends always playfully flirting. Klaus knew the two had no feelings for one another but couldn't help feel a bit possessive much like his siblings when ever Damon was around Y/N.
"Sounds like I should come and help you."
'No no. You don't have to. I'll just kill Kai then no more problems.' Damon tells her over the phone as Y/N smiled at Klaus seeing walk in.
"But my darling I would be happy to help."
'Seriously baby. No need we got it all under control.' Damon tells Y/N as she raised an eyebrow seeing Klaus down in front of her hands moving up her bare legs. Y/N only had on one of Klaus's shirts and laced panties and Y/N let out a squeal when Klaus lift her up having her legs over his shoulders then pulled off her panties and placed his mouth on her mound.
'You okay?'
"Y...y..yeah....saw...a spider." Y/N said gripping the counter as Klaus smirked against her making her ride his face while on the phone with Damon. Y/N let out a shuttering breath as Klaus groaned against her sending vibrations up her spine.
"D....D...Damon....call...you back." Y/N said hanging up feeling Klaus squeezing her ass as he ate her out. Y/N leaned forward on the counter shaking as she let out puffs of air babbling unable to think straight.
"Ni.....N....Nik....someone..could walk in." Y/N panted out trembling feeling him move to her clit sucking harshly making her cry out. Y/N bit her first teasr swelling in her eyes her face flushed and Klaus pulled her closer fucking her with his tongue. Y/N cummed hard shaking panting nearly sobbing as Klaus pulled away just as Y/N felt overstimulated.
"Are you okay, love?" Klaus asked picking her up kissing along her neck.
"Yeah...tired though." Y/N muttered as Klaus took her up stairs to clean her up.
"Oh love, I'm not done with you yet."
Kol Mikaelson
It happen in a blur when Kol threw a vampire that tried kissing Y/N which at first Kol was amused at the vampire's poor a tempt at flirting with the wolf but when he moved to kiss her, Kol wasn't having none of it. Y/N squeaked finding herself in the bathroom with Kol kissing her roughly and she kissed back.
"Kol?"
"Hmm?" Kol hummed moving his mouth along her neck hiking her higher grinding against her pulling a breathy moan from her.
"Are you sure, we can do it here?"
"Why not? You and Elijah had done it in semi public." Kol tells her rubbing her though her panties as she flushed remembering a month ago. Kol kissed her again this time much softer as small moans and huffs could be heard by anyone listening closely.
"Kol.....ah....fuck." Y/N babbled against the vampire's neck as Kol fucked her hard against the wall. Kol kissed her roughly as his thumb found her clit making her cry out throwing her head back.
"Letting all those vampires know who is railing you? Who you belong to." Kol whispered in her ear clearly enjoying the fact that Y/N was was a flushing mess as he fucked her. Y/N tighten her hold on him feeling her orgasm get closer and Kol could tell kissing her deeply swallowing her loud moans as she came hard pulling him with her.
"Let's get you home and cleaned up. We can watch a movie and cuddle."
"O..o..kay but carry me.....I can't feel my legs."
Rebekah Mikaelson
Y/N layed on bed with her face buried in a pillow as she was being loud and gripping the sheets while Rebekah fucked her from behind. Early that night Rebekah and Y/N was at Marcel's club enjoying a night out away from the brothers for once when a female vampire flirted with Y/N right in front of Rebekah.
So one threat and Y/N trying to calm Rebekah, both women went back to the compound that ended with Rebekah fucking her girlfriend. Y/N trembled crying out Rebekah's name when the blonde placed a vibrator on her cilt. Normally Rebekah wasn't one to get jealous nor feel possessive but something about the female vampire flirting with her wolf made Rebekah want to claim the wolf.
"Re...Re...Rebekah....please." Y/N whimpered shaking now as Rebekah moved the vibrator in time with her thrusts. Rebekah smirked seeing Y/N pulling at the sheets her face flushed with tears rolling down her face.
"Just one more beautiful. You are doing so well." Rebekah whispered kissing along the wolf's damp back. Rebekah had already pulled three orgasms from Y/N and six was going to be their personal record. Y/N pushed back against the strap on jolting when Rebekah turned the vibrator up. Y/N cummed letting out a silent scream arching as Rebekah pulled the vibrator away and pulled out.
"You did do well beautiful." Rebekah praised kissing Y/N's skin as the wolf panted trembling from the after shocks of her orgasm.
"Too rough?" Rebekah asked gently rubbing Y/N's back seeing the wolf falling asleep.
"No." Y/N mumbled as Rebekah smiled kissing her cheek then moved cleaning the wolf up and joined her in bed. Y/N nuzzled close to Rebekah muttering I love you as the vampire smiled kissing her head and both fell asleep but before doing so Y/N planned to talk to her mates about their possessive fucking as it hff and wore her out.
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hello i just found ur account last night and it was the best thing that happened to me so far this month!! this is my first time requesting and can i pls get a nsfw one shot of zoro reacting to his fem partner saying the safeword while having s3x, thank you and i hope u have fun with it!!
➪ a/n: ah thank you darling!! that's so sweet of you <33 I'm glad people really do like my blog. I'm trying to write a bit more as of late so woo got around to your ask! I hope you enjoy this
➪ includes: Zoro x fem!reader
➪ warnings: N/SFW MINORS DNI, rough sex, use of a safeword
Each one of Zoro’s thrusts were unforgiving as he buried his thick cock into your entrance, dragging your hips against his to drive himself inside of you. You’re a mess, sweat and slick covering your lower half as Zoro pounds into you, only the pleasure of your tight cunt spasming around him on his mind.
The sound of skin on skin is loud in your ears, almost too loud. You’re not getting enough air into your lungs, Zoro’s pace is too brutal to give you a second to gather yourself up. Clawing at the blankets surrounding you, you grit your teeths in hope that pleasure will return soon enough and make it a bit more enjoyable.
But you’re dancing on the line between pain and pleasure, a tight panic forming in your ribcage as you begin to realize how strangled each one of your breaths are. Your whole body is shaking but no longer from the sweet sensation of his cock inside of you, panic was rising in your throat and you could feel as your cries changed from moans of ecstasy to ones of fear.
Zoro’s brain is too foggy to notice as his orgasm is creeping up on him, breaths drawing short and thrusts more erratic. His large palm grabs your face, pressing you against the pillow harshly as he fucks you harder. You feel smothered against the pillow, making it so much harder to breathe.
Sobbing out the safeword, you push him away in a panic. He’s pulled out of his haze in almost an instant, like a stab to the heart he tears away from you with wild eyes filled with confusion. It doesn’t click for a second, his own worry blurring his thoughts till he finally realized what had happened.
It feels like his heart shatters when he looks at you cowering away, still shaking slightly with teary eyes averted from him. The fear imprinted on your face hurts him more than any pain he'd experienced before.
Calmly, he scoots the slightest bit closer, still leaving you enough space and gently placing his palm on your thigh. You don’t push him away, still curled up in your spot on the bed and he can feel his heart ache at the sight. He wants to curse himself for not noticing you getting upset, having pushed you to the point of yelling your safeword out. He hurt you and couldn’t just make it disappear.
“Hey,” he speaks softly like anything he does could shatter you, all too aware of the state you were in. The anxious thrum of his heartbeat is loud in his ears, almost drowning out the soft sound you made when he spoke to you. “Can I hold you?”
Fumbling in the sheets, you glance back at him with teary eyes and Zoro swallows the lump in his throat. With a slight nod from you, he moves beside you and gathers you up into his arms, swaddling you up with a gentle warmth that feels nicer than any of the blankets surrounding you. His anxious heart is slowing but you can still feel the dull thud against his chest with your own pressed tight against yours.
He holds you like you’re a cherished stuffed animal, arms wrapped firmly around you and one of his hands smoothing over his hair. Whispering hushedly in your ear, those rough hands are light as they brush away tears and drool from your face. “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”
Sincere words spill from his mouth, it was rare to hear him apologize like this but he speaks as if he’s trying to heal your wounds with his words. He can’t help his own emotions from spilling over from hurting you like this, pressing small kisses all along your skin, each followed by a whispered apology.
A kiss is left right above your breasts, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling of his lips against your skin. His eyes narrow at you curiously, brushing his lips over that spot again and making the same sweet laugh fall from your mouth. “Zoro, that tickles.” You push his face away and fight back the smile tugging at the corners of your eyes.
“Sorry, it’s just cute hearing you laugh.” Wiping away the last of the tears dotting your eyes, he leans back on his elbows while he massages your sore thigh. “I… didn't mean to hurt you. I’m sorry again. I don’t want to ever hurt you again.”
Your hands slide against his bare chest to cup his face, pressing your forehead against his. “That’s why we have safe words, so we don’t end up hurting each other. It’s okay Zoro, I’ll be okay and we’ll be okay.” Your lips brush against his, Zoro chasing yours for a kiss. “Now let’s get cleaned up.”
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tame.
| zemo x reader | smut |
anon requested. bratamer!Zemo or something with Zemo and spanking
cw: spanking, whipping, degradation, gagging
“Turn it down, draga!” Zemo snapped, throwing his office door open to reprimand you.
You were stretched out on the couch, starburst candy in your mouth as you kicked your feet to the beat of loud bubblegum pop music.
You’d already been told twice to turn it down, and Zemo was at his wits end with your obnoxious behavior. He was in meetings, the underlying bass of the songs interrupting his important business.
“I did turn it down.” You rolled your eyes, practically sneering at Zemo.
“You keep up this attitude, and you’re on your way to my wrath,” he warned.
“Whatever,” you turned onto your back, draping your head off of the side of the couch.
He stared at you, trying to let his fury simmer down. He finally pulled the plug on your stereo, plunging the room into silence.
Zemo ignored your glare, unable to put up with your bratty behavior any longer. He returned to his office, apologizing to his client. They finished the meeting, and Zemo had his secretary cancel the rest of his schedule.
.
Meanwhile, you were tanning on the deck, completely bare. His clients got an eyeful as they passed your nude body on their way out, making Zemo seethe.
Before you could say something coy, Zemo’s hand wrapped around your bicep, dragging you inside.
“Helmut-”
“I don’t want to hear it. You’ve disrespected me, and yourself, and I’ve had enough!” Zemo snapped.
You dug your heels in, putting up a fight against his manhandling. You were in a mood, and you wanted to rile the stoic sokovian. Household staff avoided looking at your body as they passed, each person who got a glimpse of you— of what was his— only angered Zemo further.
“You think you’re earning yourself a good fuck, yes? That’s what you want?” Zemo snapped, practically throwing your body up against the wall, getting in your face.
You glared at him, caught in the truth. That was exactly what you wanted— Zemo to fuck you thoroughly. He made a noise of disdain, as if your very existence disgusted him.
“You selfish little brat.”
The blood in your veins turned to ice, and you started to panic, realizing you hadn’t earned the reaction you’d hoped for. His dark gaze frightened you, and you dreaded everything that was beginning to unfold.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you tried to backtrack, tears welling in your eyes.
“You will be sorry,” Zemo hissed, his chest heaving with labored breaths.
He offered no sympathy at the sight of your tears, knowing it was a ploy to get him to lighten your punishment. He wasn’t falling for it, not after how you’d repeatedly pushed his buttons and been disobedient.
“Don’t cry. I haven’t even hurt you yet,” he held your jaw in his hand.
A pathetic whimper escaped your lips, and he dragged you down a side hall in his extensive mansion, to a room you detested. Both of your wrists stayed trapped in one of his hands, while the other pulled a key from the top of the doorframe.
“No, I don’t want to go in the playroom,” you shook your head, struggling against his grip on your wrists.
He said your name in an eerily calm tone, dark eyes boring into you.
“Stop struggling.”
A strained whine caught in your throat, and he pushed you into the room ahead of him. The lock clicked behind you on the door, and your arms went around your naked body. The black marble floor was cold under your feet, contradicting the shame and dread that burned through your skin. Your eyes danced along dark walls, covered in instruments and toys hanging from hooks, to a large bed in the corner.
His hand pressed against your lower back, leading you to the middle of the room, under a honeycomb structure attached to the ceiling. He threaded red cords through it, barely looking at you as he did so.
“Give me your hand.”
You miserably placed your hand in his. Red cord was bound around both of your wrists, tied to the ceiling with just enough pressure to leave your muscles straining, and your feet unsteady.
“Zemo-”
“I don’t want to hear a word out of your slutty mouth unless it’s red.”
You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, falling silent. He walked over to a chest of drawers, pulling out tiny clamps from one of them. You squirmed even before he approached you, the chords rattling against the grate.
You couldn’t escape him, you could barely move even a few centimeters. Your lips were parted, shallow, anxious breaths being exhaled softly. Zemo carefully monitored your reactions, listening to the pained squeak that came as he closed the clamps around your nipples, the sharp pinch biting into your hypersensitive skin. A chain hung between them, and he tugged lightly on it, just to see your toes curl in pain.
You gave Zemo a wounded look, struggling to stay quiet. You knew the rules, making noise and protesting would only land you in deeper trouble. Zemo was angry, and it was not the time to test him. He traced his fingers up your side, smoothing over the curve of your body.
He broke away from you, walking over the wall where different paddles were hanging from hooks. You squirmed in dread as he took a woden one off of the wall, tiny holes in it because he knew it was the one you found the most painful. He reserved it for when you were particularly bratty, or just downright disobedient.
“Stand still,” Zemo broke you out of your spiral of pity.
You exhaled, letting your feet settle on the ground. You didn’t need to be told to count, a quiet “one” falling from your lips as he struck your ass with the wood. Your numbers got progressively more strained until you were sobbing them out, trying not to lose count as your ass burned completely raw.
Your arms ached, held above your head as you struggled not to teeter, your feet unsteady on the cold floor. Zemo had ceased spanking you, letting you hang there. A cracked whine slipped out when he roughly pulled the nipple clamps off of you, sending a split second of blinding pain through your chest.
“You don’t have to count these,” Zemo’s voice broke the silence, making you open your eyes.
You shook your head, another round of tears slipping down your cheeks as he pulled a brown leather whip down. He waited for your safeword, but you didn’t speak, crying silently and turning your face into your arm.
The leather cord cracked against your already painful skin, welts raising and making you scream into the gag Zemo had placed in your mouth. You bit down on the fabric, sobbing as he whipped you for what felt like hours, though in reality it was likely only a few minutes.
He said your name, calling out to you, but you hardly heard him over your heart pounding in your ears. Zemo pried the gag out of your mouth, tilting your head up with both hands. You blinked slowly, gasping as he released your wrists from the restraints. You collapsed, but he caught you easily, ready for it.
You were shaking in his arms as he carried you to your bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed, easing you to rest on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, laying his hand on your side. You turned your face into the pillow, ashamed of your behavior, and him seeing you so vulnerable.
“Draga, it’s alright,” his voice soothed your insecurities, and you relaxed as he tenderly massaged cream into your burning skin.
You sniffed softly, wincing as he gently pulled some silk shorts up over your bum. He buttoned the matching top around you, earning your thanks. You twisted to look at him, pulling him to lay down in front of you, still fully dressed in his suit.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, and he pulled you into his chest, letting you snuggle against him.
“I know, my love. It’s perfectly okay. All is forgiven,” he promised, kissing your head.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly for as long as he let you. He kissed the protests off of your lips when he stood up, promising he was just changing and then coming back.
You laid in the white sheets, waiting for your lover to return. He slid into bed next to you, watching the way your eyes lit up at his arrival. He pressed a kiss against your mouth, smiling as you curled up to rest under his arm.
“My darling.”
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“Zemo?” you called, walking with a slight limp into the kitchen.
“I’m here. You didn’t need to be up so early,” he said, looking out the window before kissing your cheek.
“I wanted to see you,” you answered, happy you’d caught him before a day of meetings.
“See me? Why wouldn’t you?”
“Work...” you answered, looking up at him as if he’d forgotten.
“I’m off today. What would you like to do?” he asked, turning around and placing a plate of pancakes in your hands.
You gazed up at him, his smile reaching his dark eyes. He’d felt guilty with how much time he’d spent working. He knew that was the real reason for you acting out, and all he wanted was to make up for it and spend some extra time with you.
“Would it be wasteful to watch films? And eat these?” You asked.
“That would be perfect,” he helped you onto the couch, making sure you were able to sit comfortably.
You giggled as he forked a piece of pancake into your mouth, kissing the syrup off of your lips. You ate and watched the movie, gasping at the scary parts and laughing as Zemo covered your eyes.
“I love you, you know?”
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my girl (f.w.)
prompt: you always knew fred would be a great dad and every day he exceeds your expectations
pairing: dad! fred x mom! reader
warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, children (yes, children is a warning), mild language, suggestion and brief mention of sex, thunderstorm, fear of thunder/rain.
word count: 6.2k
author’s note: THIS BITCH SO LONG IM SO SORRY this is the last installment of the 60s writing challenge!! thank you to everyone who has tuned in!!
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It was laughable; the way Fred stared at your large pregnant belly with eyes full of anticipation, hands placed on either sides of it, waiting for your child to kick at his hands. You giggled as he gently whispered to your protruding stomach, “Come on, little one. It’s your daddy. Give us a little kick, yeah?” Your stomach remained still as he lightly groaned, only making you laugh. “This child already likes keeping me on my wit’s end,” he grumbled before kissing your belly. “I’m just teasing,” he whispered again to the bump. “I love you so much.”
You brush your fingers through Fred’s hair, him sighing as you do. Fred had been so darling over the past nine months of your pregnancy. He found more staff for the joke shoppe to take over the early morning shifts and the night shifts so he could spend those hours taking care of you, helping around the house, and preparing for the baby’s arrival. You were always Fred’s number one priority, but that was set in stone after you became pregnant. He would literally drop anything if you even murmured that you needed something. Fred would wake up first and get your prenatal vitamins ready for you to drink with a large glass of water, he’d make breakfast, clean the kitchen, and only then would he wake you up. You had to admit, you could get used to living like this. But alas, you were past your due date and the baby was expected any day now.
“She loves you too, Freddie,” you tell him as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at your husband who still rubs his hands over your stomach, searching for your unborn baby’s feet.
Fred looks up at you with questioning eyes. “She?” Fred could honestly care less about the sex of his child, as long as the baby was healthy. That’s all he could truly ask for. But secretly, deep down, Fred wanted a little girl, a princess. Someone who could be his princess since he had already found his queen.
You smiled with a shrug, “I have a feeling. I know it’s supposed to be a surprise, but when you know you know, don’t you?”
With that, against the skin of your stomach, pressed against Fred’s hand is two large kicks. Fred’s eyes widen as he sits up, feeling his child kick against his hands as the two of you laugh. Fred smiles wide and says, “Is that a sign?” he stares up at you with excited eyes as you cover your mouth laughing with glee. “Is that right, baby? A little girl?” he whispers to your belly, earning another two strong kicks as the two of you laugh out with delight. “A little princess and a strong one at that!” he cheers. “We’ve got a little football player on our hands, don’t we? Well, too bad, because your daddy is going to teach you all about quidditch.”
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The hospital room was quiet, no one daring to disturb the air that surrounded the newborn baby girl that was fast asleep on your chest. Her plump cheeks squished against your bare chest made you and Fred smile with delight. A healthy baby girl born after a brutally long labor, but it was all worth it. You softly kissed the top of her head, making her stir in her sleep.
You looked over at Fred to see him, gently wipe tears from his eyes as he gazed upon your newborn daughter. In this room, he had everything he’d ever wanted. The sight of your husband looking so lovingly at your daughter made your heart swell as you felt hot tears prick up behind your eyes. Reaching out, you cupped Freddie’s cheek as brushed away with happy tears with your thumb. Freddie looked up at you with eyes so tender and a smile so warm, you giggled out a sob. “She’s perfect,” he quietly spoke to you as you nodded your head in agreement.
She really was the most precious thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Her button nose and soft features rested upon her gentle skin, tufts of strawberry blonde hair poking out from the cap the hospital dressed her in. Her lips were pink and squished against your chest as small dreaming noises escaped now and again. Your darling little girl, your little flower.
“Daisy,” you spoke softly to Fred as you brushed your daughter’s cheek softly.
The two of you had spoke about what to name the baby for a while, a few names tossed around here and there, but none of them felt right. Until Daisy popped into your head.
Fred nodded his head with a happy smile, “Yeah.” In her sleep, the baby stirred at the sound of Fred’s voice, making him scoot impossibly closer to the hospital bed, leaning close to his daughter. “How do you like that, love bug?” he cooed at the sleeping baby on your chest. “Daisy,” he smiled to himself. “I love you so much. You’re going to give mommy a run for her money,” he joked, making you roll your eyes with a breathy chuckle. Fred looked up at you and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t believe we made something as perfect as she is,” he shakes his head in disbelief.
You smiled at your husband and sighed. The man before you was so perfect, helplessly in love with you and the child you created. Slowly, you peeled sleeping Daisy off of your chest and handed her over to an eager Fred, scooping her in his arms, cradling the baby close to his chest. Fred cooed down at his baby who slowly fluttered her eyes open, peering her dark eyes, that looked so like Fred’s, up at him. You laid back in the hospital bed, relaxing as you watched Fred murmur to Daisy, speaking gently and kissing her forehead and nose every now and again. As if you couldn’t fall more in love with Fred, watching him become a father was enough to make you fall in love fifty more times.
Fred rose from the chair he was sat in and started walking around the hospital room, rocking the baby and talking to her about the life she was going to have. “Just wait until Uncle George gets his hands on you,” he whispered as you silently laughed. “Grandma Molly is going to spoil the hell out of you,” he shook his head for his eyes widened and he looked at you. “I shouldn’t curse in front of our baby, should I?” he asks as you shake your head. “Damn it,” he curses again as he winces. “I’ll stop now,” he huffs making you laugh as your eyes feel heavy. The long labor had you exhausted and you had been up with Daisy feeding her and watching her alongside Fred. “Darling,” Fred cooed at you, “get some rest, please. I’ve got Daisy and she’s not due for another feeding for some time. You need to get some rest,” he tells you, walking over to the bed, helping pull the sheets up to cover you as you look up at his handsome face. “I’ll take care of our baby. Don’t worry.”
With a teasing sleepy smile on your face, you say, “I don’t know how much I trust you with a newborn child.” Fred gives you a look, making you chuckle. “I’m kidding, love, I’m kidding.” Fred kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips gently, him rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Fred speaks before placing another kiss to your lips softly. He sits himself in the chair again, Daisy looking sleepy again herself. He sighs before clearing his throat and gently starting to sing a melody that sounded all too familiar to you. “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day,” he sings, making your heart flutter in your chest. “When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May,” his voice is soothing, the vibrations from his chest calming Daisy down and putting her in a sleepy trance. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl, talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” his deep voice sings the familiar love song.
Fred looks at you as you watch him with a small smile on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. He was singing your wedding song to your baby. It felt like a dream. Being married to the man you’ve always loved, seeing him cradle your beautiful baby girl in his arms, singing the song you would dance to as teenagers. It was unreal, but somehow, you were lucky enough to be living in it.
“I got so much honey, the bees envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees,” he continues to sing along, slowly putting both you and Daisy to sleep as you flutter your eyes closed, happy and safe.
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The drive back from the hospital was slow. Fred insisting on not driving faster than twenty miles an hour even though the speed limit was thirty. This caused many cars on the road to change lanes and shoot Fred dirty looks.
“Fred, honey, you can drive faster than this. She’s in a car seat, strapped in very well as you made sure of before we left the hospital, and the road is very clear considering everyone has driven around you,” you tell him from the passenger seat.
He shakes his head, “No way. I am remaining as safe as humanly possible. Can’t risk putting my little flower petal in harm’s way.”
But eventually, you arrived back to your house where your friends and family awaited your arrival patiently. You turned the keys in the lock and pushed the door open, Fred following closely behind you with Daisy in her carrier. “We’re home,” you sing song out at the bunches of people who awaited your arrival in your home.
Everyone rises from the couches and chairs in your home, big smiles on their faces when they see you, Fred, and Daisy enter the door. Molly gasps and covers her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes as Fred sighs. “Ron! Mum is already crying, you owe me two galleon!” George calls out. “I call holding it first!” George calls out.
“It?” Ginny makes fun of her brother with a light chuckle as Ron cackles from the other side of the couch, earning a pillow toss in the face from George. “I reckon I should hold the baby first considering I am going to be the godmother, right, (Y/N)?” Ginny asks.
George lets out a laugh, “Hilarious, Ginny. Last time I checked it was my twin who had the baby. Surely, I will be the godparent and the first one to hold it.”
“Stop calling the baby it!” Ginny reprimands him. “The baby is a...wait, you never told us what the baby’s sex is,” Ginny looks to you and Fred as the two of you are too preoccupied laughing at the antics of the group already. You weren’t even home five minutes and there was already arguing. “So?”
You look to Fred, giving him the honor of announcing the baby’s sex. “Everyone will get a turn holding her,” he announces as Ginny cheers out in victory, Ron owing George another two galleons, as Molly and Hermione squeal in excitement. “But who ever holds her first needs to wash their hands. I don’t want any dirty paws on my perfect baby girl,” he coos into the carrier before you take off the buckle and scoop Daisy into your arms as she stretches in your arms.
Ginny and George both make a mad dash to the sink, pushing the other out of their ways, trying to wash their hands first. You shake your head with a chuckle, and look down at your baby girl who is fast asleep still, still too young to understand the chaos of a family she was born into.
Molly laughs and speaks, “While those two battle of the soap, little do they know I already washed and sanitized my hands when I came in.” You laugh, knowing Molly Weasley came prepared to be the first one to hold her grandchild.
“Wait,” Fred stops his mother before you can pass the baby over to her. He pulls a vile of hand sanitizer from his pocket and squirts two drops in his mother’s hands, just in case. You slap his arm. “What? Can’t be too safe,” he defends himself. After Molly rubs in the gel, she looks at her son, giving him a sarcastic look. “Alright, now you can hold her,” he speaks as Molly rolls her eyes as you gently place Daisy in her arms.
Molly looks down at the newest addition to the Weasley family and her lights light up. Arthur looks over her shoulder and smiles softly at the beautiful babe in Molly’s arms. “She’s just a doll, isn’t she?” Arthur whispers as Molly cradles your daughter in her arms.
George and Ginny race back into the living room only to find their mother holding Daisy instead of one of them. George groans as Ginny defeatedly flops on the couch. “Snooze you lose, children,” she teases with a smile and George mimics her before flopping on the couch next to Ginny and Harry. Molly looks back at you and Fred with a big smile. “Well done, you two,” she beams as Fred hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head. “She’s simply beautiful.”
“Thank you, Molly,” you smile. “So, do you lot want to know her name?” you ask the group, earning a symphony of yes’s and please’s. You look up at Fred who gives you an encouraging nod. With a gulp, you reveal, “Her name is Daisy.” Hermione smiles widely and claps her hands excitedly. “Daisy Ginevra Weasley,” you finish.
Ginny’s eyes widen in shock at the baby’s middle name. It was important to both you and Fred that you had a family name in there besides the surname. You were insistent on giving Daisy Ginny’s name as her middle name. Ginny played a big factor in why you and Fred got together and she was always there for you every step of your relationship. It only seemed right to name your child after her. “You...you named her after me?” Ginny asks in disbelief as you and Fred nod your heads. “Bloody hell,” she whispers with a smile, tears making her eyes glassy, but she pushes them down with a shake of her head. “I don’t know what to say. I...” Ginny searches for the words, but just ends up running over to you and embracing you and Fred in the tightest hug.
You laugh and give her a squeeze before holding her face in your hands. “You’re my sister, Gin. It only made sense to name our first daughter after someone who means so much to the both of us,” you tell Ginny as she smiles, tears now spilling from her eyes. You wipe away the tears with your thumbs as Fred places a kiss to his sister’s forehead.
Ginny laughs before punching Fred’s arm teasingly. “Merlin, you lot have made me soft,” she wipes her tears with a sniffle, making you and Fred laugh. Molly walks over to her daughter and puts Daisy in her arms as Ginny gasps and holds the baby close to her chest. “Hello, little one,” she whispers as Fred holds you in his arms, smiling wide as he watches his little sister hold his daughter. The sight was enough to make you cry again. The person who had been so influential in you and Fred’s relationship was now holding your first born child. “Reckon you have quite a beautiful middle name, eh?” she laughs before taking a seat next to Harry on the couch.
“Georgina also has a nice ring to it. Daisy Georgina Weasley. It’s not too late, you know,” George tells you and Fred, making you laugh and Ginny give him a dirty look.
“Shut it, you wanker,” she whispers through gritted teeth.
“Ah, ah, ah! No swearing in front of the baby!” George tsks his sister before looking at you and Fred. “You don’t want a godparent who swears in front of children, now do you?” he continues to push Ginny’s buttons as she rolls her eyes, but continues to coo at Daisy who peels her eyes open and peers up at Ginny.
Fred walks towards George who sits in the living room chair and speaks, “Funny you should mention that. (Y/N) and I have both gone back and forth about this for a long while. And we decided that if anything should happen to either of us, we would want you to raise Daisy, George.” George’s eyes widen in disbelief as he looks back and forth between you and Fred as you smile widely. It was a no brainer deciding who Daisy’s godparent would be. George was the first person to know when you were pregnant, he made sure the joke shoppe could function the same now with Fred as a dad, he baby proofed his flat months in advance for Daisy’s arrival. George would be a great uncle and godfather to your child. “What do you say, Georgie?” Fred asks.
George engulfs Fred in a massive bear hug, making your heart swell as Molly wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her side. Today was surely one of the best days of your life, watching your family care for this new life with so much love and tenderness. George pulls away from Fred with tears in his eyes, clearing his throat, and speaking, “Of course. Yeah, ‘course I will. If anyone lays a finger on that child consider them dead meat.” Fred laughs and hugs his brother again, the two of them sharing a tender moment.
Ginny rises from the couch and with a smile, passes Daisy over to her godfather and uncle. George holds Daisy with utmost care and carefulness. He carefully sits down and smiles at the small baby in his arms. “Hey, peanut. I’m your Uncle Georgie,” he smiles down at Daisy who yawns and stretches in his arms, pushing off her hospital cap in the process to reveal her tufts of strawberry blonde hair. “Ah, the Weasley signature,” George laughs. “Sorry about that one, (Y/N),” he winks as you laugh, sitting on the couch with Ginny’s legs folded over your lap as she kisses your cheek. “Godric, she’s beautiful, Freddie,” George gushes. “You’re gonna be a heart breaker, kid. Just like your mum before she met your dear old dad. You know it took him three times before she finally said yes to go out with him?”
“Alright, no need to embarrass me in front of my three day old child,” Fred laughs, sitting on the arm of the chair.
The whole lot of you sits in the living room, quite still, watching Daisy as she gets passed around the room, each person interacting with her, cooing at her. When she gets passed around to Ron and Hermione, Ron huffs, “So, Ginny is her namesake, George is her godparent, does that make me the cool uncle?”
With a laugh, you shake your head, “Absolutely. Every kid needs a cool uncle and aunt.”
Ron smiles, “Wicked.”
Hermione coos at Daisy, Ron gently brushing her cheek with his forefinger as Daisy yawns widely. “You are a darling,” Hermione blushes to the baby before looking at Ron with pleading eyes.
“Oh, don’t give me that look. I have the daunting job of being cool uncle. Let me get that job done first before we get involved with something else,” he warns as Hermione laughs along with the rest of the group.
You look over to Fred who is already looking at you, love plaguing his eyes as you sigh happily. He smiles at you gently before mouthing an I love you, you reciprocating the action. Everything in this moment felt so right, so perfect.
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“You’re coming over for dinner on Wednesday, right?” Ginny confirms with you as Harry helps her into her coat, baby Lily on Ginny’s hip.
Everyone had come over for Sunday dinner at you and Fred’s house, like every other week. But as the years went by, the dinner guest list had changed and adapted to include more people. Harry and Ginny’s first child as well as Ron and Hermione’s first child became a part of the guest list along with Angelina as she was now engaged to George. It was always something to look forward to at the end of the weekend, having family over. Not to mention, Daisy was obsessed with her cousins.
“Of course. I don’t think Daisy would let us miss it,” you tell Ginny as you kiss Harry and Ginny goodbye. “Dee! Come say goodbye Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry!” you call out to your daughter who is still running around with James, Albus, Rose, and Hugo.
Daisy, now three years old, whines, “I don’t want to say goodbye, Mummy!” She stomps her foot in protest and folds her arms in protest. Daisy loved every moment she spent with her family which only made you and Fred happier. Family was so important to the two of you and the fact that her best friends where her cousins always warmed your hearts.
You smiled at your daughter and replied, “I know, darling. But you’ll see everyone again on Wednesday when we visit Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry’s house.”
Ginny chimes in, “And when you come over, I’ll let you wear my quidditch gloves like last time. How does that sound?”
Daisy’s face lights up and she immediately runs over to Ginny and hugs her legs as Ginny scoops her up and peppers her face with kisses as Daisy laughs wildly. Daisy looked up to Ginny. She always told you and Fred how much she wanted to be like her and play quidditch and fly around on a broom and win all of the games. She even started to demand being called by her middle name and not her first name, but you compromised with Daisy Gin.
Ginny places Daisy back down before calling out, “Alright, Potters! Let’s get a move on. You boys both need a bath,” she huffs when she sees chocolate smeared over both of her boy’s faces as they giggle wildly, running to Harry as he scoops up Albus and sets him on his hip. “Maybe if Uncle Fred didn’t let you eat half of the sweets bin, you wouldn’t need a third bath today,” she speaks, ruffling her hands in James’ hair, giving Fred the stink eye.
“Cool uncles let their cool nephews eat a bit of chocolate now and again, isn’t that right, James?” Fred asks, James fist bumping him in response with a wide grin.
The Potters leave the house with a final round of goodbyes and kisses before Ron and Hermione follow suit, putting on jackets. Hermione bundles Hugo up in his rain boots and rain coat as Rose appears at your feet. “Auntie (Y/N), can Daisy and I have a sleepover again?” she asks, batting her eyes at you with the most devious smile she could conjure up.
Ron rubs his face, “Sweet Merlin, Rose, you are trouble with a capital t.”
You laugh and give Rose a kiss on her forehead, “Of course we can. How about next week you can sleepover here and we can go pancakes in the morning like last time?” Rose’s eyes widen as she and Daisy squeal with excitement.
“Come on, darling,” Hermione calls over to Rose, holding her hand out for Rose to take. “Thanks again, dinner was delicious, (Y/N),” Hermione kisses your cheek goodbye.
“Don’t mention it,” you speak. “We’re still on for drinks with Luna on Friday, right?” you ask as she nods excitedly. “Brilliant. That means cool uncle and cool dad are in charge of the kids,” you beam before giving Ron and hug goodbye.
Ron laughs, “Coolest uncle. I’ve been promoted.” You chuckle before waving goodbye to Ron, Hermione, and the kids. This just left George and Angelina which was always the toughest part of the night.
George slips on his coat as Angelina follows, before he calls out. “Alright, my flower,” he speaks. “Hit me with your best one.” He holds out his arms as Daisy giggles, running into his arms and throws her arms around his neck as George picks her up and swings her around, making Daisy squeal. “Oh, Uncle Georgie loves you so much,” he kisses her cheeks before blowing fart noises in her neck, making her laugh even harder. “I’ve got a proposal for you, my darling. How about little Daisy here helps up open up the shop next Saturday? Teach her about the family business?” he tickles her sides as Daisy giggles, Angelina watching her fiancé lovingly as he entertains the child with ease. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Dad will be there to make sure Uncle George doesn’t corrupt the child,” he teases as you roll your eyes.
You sigh and look at your husband and brother in law. “Yeah, alright,” you comply as Daisy cheers while George spins her around in victory. “Only if that means Angie and I get to have a night out on Saturday.”
Angelina laughs in agreement. “Absolutely. And it’s you lot’s treat,” she adds as you smile before giving her a hug and kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N). Thank you again for dinner.”
You watch as George dances around with Daisy, her smiling widely. George was a brilliant uncle and godfather. He was always willing to drop anything when you or Fred needed some help with her. Not to mention, he never minded playing babysitter when you and Fred needed a night alone.
Fred sighed, “Alright, Daisy Gin, time for a bath and bed. You’ve had a long day.”
“No!” she protests, wrapping her arms tighter around George’s neck, pressing her cheek against his as George laughs.
Fred pretends to gasp, “What do you mean no?”
“Uncle Georgie stays with me!” she demands. “And Auntie Angie!”
Fred’s heart swells at how much his young daughter loved his twin and his soon to be wife. “I know you want them to stay, my petal, but it’s time for bed. Besides, we’ll see Uncle George and Auntie Angie on Wednesday,” he tells your three year old as she pouts.
George speaks, “Hey, don’t be upset. That’s very soon. And besides, next time I see you, I’ll have a surprise...” This makes Daisy’s eyes light up with joy and clap her hands. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you bunches.”
“Love you,” Daisy smiles in her tiny voice as George places a kiss to her cheek, Angelina placing another kiss to her opposite cheek, making Daisy giggle. Daisy is handed off to Fred as the last couple leaves with another round of hugs and kisses.
“Get home safe! And be careful on the roads! It’s supposed to storm tonight!” Fred calls out as George and Angelina hop into their car with another wave. Fred closes the door with a sigh. Now it was just you, him, and Daisy. “Alright, you,” he teases Daisy who smiles. “I think it’s time for you to take a bath,” he scoops your daughter up into his arms, taking one of her bare feet in his hand, lifting it up to his nose. He feigns disgust. “Those stink, Daisy Gin!” he exclaims as Daisy giggles. “Mummy, we’ve got a 2342! Stinky feet!”
You gasp, “A 2342?!” Daisy laughs louder. “Get her in the bath! Stat!”
With that, Fred runs up the stairs and to the bathroom as Daisy shrieks with delight as you can’t help but chuckle. Even the simplest things Fred made fun. Each day with Fred as the father of your child was an adventure. He made the simple days extraordinary and the extraordinary days out of this world. He was the center of Daisy’s world; that baby girl loved her father more than anything. Sometimes it made you a little jealous, how much she adored Fred, but you couldn’t stay mad for too long. It was just so damned adorable how she stared up at Fred with so much idolization.
From your bedroom, you could hear Fred and Daisy sing nursery rhymes in the bath, Fred doing silly voices which only made Daisy giggle. The sang, they counted, talked about animals, and colors. Each babbling conversation made your heart swell with love.
“Mummy!” you hear Daisy call from her bedroom.
“Coming, my peanut!”
You walked down the hall and into Daisy’s room, decorated in white and yellow flowers on the walls with a bookcase filled with books and toys, and her small bed with sheets adorned with Holyhead Harpies sheets as per Daisy’s request. She sat on the bed, wrapped in her towel, waiting for you to change her into pajamas. It was your favorite part of the day.
You smiled at your daughter with freshly washed hair, wrapped in a green towel. “There’s my flower,” you smiled as Daisy kicked her legs excitedly. “What pajamas are we wearing tonight? Your Harpies pajamas are in the wash, but you have your daisy pajamas from Uncle Neville and your rainbow pajamas from Auntie Luna.” Daisy thinks for a moment before requesting her daisy pajamas from Neville.
As you change your daughter into fresh pajamas, you listen to her babble about how much fun she had with her cousins and how she couldn’t wait for Wednesday. You smiled to yourself, still wondering how you were so lucky to get the sweetest, most darling little girl in the world as your daughter. You brushed her hair gently before plaiting her red hair that matched Fred’s into two pigtail plaits. Daisy smiled at herself in the mirror as you peppered her right cheek with kisses making her giggle. “I love you, Daisy Gin,” you tell her.
“I love you, Mummy,” she bats her eyelashes, looking up at you with those big chocolate brown eyes that so resembled Fred’s. All of Daisy reminded you of Fred. From her hair to her eyes to the way she spoke, it was all so Fred which only made you love your little tike more fiercely.
You carried her back to bed, tucking her in her sheets before calling out for Fred. Within seconds, Fred appeared with a smile on his face. “Bedtime for my princess,” he smiles before kneeling next to you at her bedside. “Goodnight, my baby,” he kisses her forehead as Daisy closes her eyes with a smile.
“I’m not a baby!” she protests. “I’m a big girl! Like Auntie Ginny!”
Fred smiles as you laugh. “Oh, pardon me! Goodnight, my big girl,” he corrects himself as you lean over and give your baby a kiss on the forehead.
You run your finger through the loose strands of hair that are wispy around her face. “Sweet dreams, my girl,” you speak softly.
“Goodnight, Mummy,” she speaks sweetly, enough to make your heart burst. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she coos at Fred who smiles.
The two of you shut the lights and shut the door gently. You and Fred make your way into your bedroom, getting ready for bed yourselves. As Fred shuts the door behind him, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as you sigh. He presses a trial of kisses up your neck as you smile. “She’s getting so big,” you whine, turning around and facing Fred. He places a chaste kiss to your lips.
Fred sighs. It was true. Daisy was growing up way too fast for your liking. It was exciting, watching her become her own person. But at the same time, you loved her at this age. How small and confident she was. How she thought she was so in control. It was adorable. “I don’t like thinking about it too much,” he confesses. “But...” he trails off before starting to unbutton the buttons of your shirt. “We could prevent that...if we had another...” he suggests as you smirk. “It’s been nearly three years. Don’t you think we deserve another one?” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Another baby to keep Daisy company...”
You shake your head, “Fred Weasley, you are relentless.” You press a kiss to his lips and Fred deepens it, kissing you slowly and tenderly as you gently moan into his mouth. He smirks as he pushes the shirt you wear off your body. Quickly pulling away, you look at him. “Are you sure she’s asleep already? I don’t need our daughter walking in on a situation neither of us want to explain to a three year old,” you tell him.
Fred huffs before kissing you again, mumbling against your lips. “I’m sure.” You give him a knowing look as he groans, “Fine. I’ll lock the door. But you better get your ass in that bed.”
You giggle as Fred runs to the door, locking it as you crawl into the bed, a little too excited.
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A few hours later, you and Fred are fast asleep, Fred shirtless, arm draped around your torso as you wear his shirt to sleep. The sounds of rain hitting the window sound through the master bedroom, the occasional rumble of thunder here and there. To you and Fred, the rain always helped you sleep, but the youngest Weasley disagreed.
Slowly, the bedroom door creaked open further. She held onto her hippogriff plushie tightly, eyes full of worry. “Mummy?” she quietly asked into the room as you stirred in your sleep, slowly recognizing the voice. “Mummy? Daddy?” she called out again.
You woke up, sitting up straight to see your baby girl standing in the door way, fear in her eyes as she clung onto her plushie. Thunder rumbled outside as Daisy gasped, scared of the noise. “Daisy? Baby, what’s wrong, petal?” you asks, sleep laced in your voice.
She ran to the side of the bed as lightning flashed, you scooping her up in your arms as she held onto you tight, shivering lightly. Sadness coursed through your body as you realized your baby was afraid of the storm that was outside. “Aw, my flower,” you cooed as you rocked her back and forth, her sniffling into your chest. “It’s okay, my love,” you speak, kissing her head.
Fred rubs his eyes and realizing that his daughter was crying into his wife’s chest. Panic rises in Fred’s voice, “Is she alright? Do I need to call a Healer? Muggle doctor?”
You shake your head no. “Our little Daisy Gin is afraid of the storm,” you whisper to Fred who nods his head. “It’s alright, baby. Mummy and Daddy are here,” you flip yourself around so Daisy can see her father. “See? We’re here, petal. Everything is alright.”
Daisy sniffles as she looks at Fred and gives him a timid wave. Fred smiles sadly at his princess and speaks, “Hello, flower. The rain woke you up, huh?” Daisy nods her head. “Bloody rain. Should I yell at the rain? And tell it to stop bothering us?” he asks, still groggy, but you can hear the smile in his voice.
Daisy giggles and nods her head as Fred rises from the bed and walks over to the window, opening it up mid-storm despite your protests. He sticks his head out of the window and screams out, “Hey! Rain! Go away!”
Your daughter laughs madly in your arms as you can’t help but chuckle. Surely the neighbors think you have lost your minds. Fred shuts the window and climbs back into bed as you and Daisy’s laughter fades. However, the laughter is replaced with another shriek from Daisy as lightning strikes and thunder rumbles. She retreats further into your chest as you rub her back, kissing her head.
An idea pops into Fred’s head as he opens his arms for Daisy to curl into. He clears his throat and starts, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.” Your heart instantly melts at the sound of Fred singing to your daughter like he did the day she was born in the hospital three years ago. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl,” he sings as he looks to you to join him.
“Talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” you join Fred as the three of you lay in the bed, Daisy cuddled in between the two of you, her sniffles fading. You continue to sing until her eyes start to flutter close and her mouth emits small snores. Slowly, you fade out as she is soundly asleep. Fred brushes his little girl’s hair out of her face with a soft smile. You are too occupied looking at Fred and how he stares at your daughter, your heart racing. As if he couldn’t be a better dad.
Fred looks at you with a smile. “I love you,” you tell him with a small shake of your head. “I love you so much.”
“I love you so much more, my dear,” he speaks before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You’re my world. The two of you complete me. My girls.”
With that, you and Fred cuddle up to your sleeping daughter, falling asleep to the sounds of the rain.
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↳ bottom tanjiro x male reader (7ft / 213cm)
request: hi! if your requests are open, can we have a tanjiro x male reader who’s 7’0 and everytime reader fucks him, his belly bulges and reader can’t help but tease tanjiro and tell him how small his cute little dick is
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content warning: smut, porn without plot, belly bulging, small dick worshipping / teasing, height & size difference, big dick penetration
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“Y-Y/n!”, closing his scarlet eyes tightly, Tanjiro threw his head back against the futon whilst arching his back, another breathless moan escaping his lips when he felt your big hands against his thighs, massaging and squeezing them lightly.
“That’s it, my love, don’t stop, show me how good you feel.”, the deep purr sent a shiver down his spine, making him moan even louder and push his calloused fingers in deeper.
He was laying on the futon, legs spread and his own two digits thrusting into his little hole, showing you how messy and soft he already was. Plant oil was already dripping onto the sheets you had laid out in order to keep the futon from becoming sticky and oily.
“Ahhh, I… I feel like… I’m going crazy…Y/n!”, Kamado whimpered and moaned, tears rolling down his cute red face, though you simply chuckled.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Darling. We need to prepare you properly, no? I don’t want to hurt you.”, your deep voice was calming him down a bit, especially once you leaned in to softly kiss away the tears, though Tanjiro still felt like he was losing his mind any second. He was craving your big cock, he was addicted to the love you two made, even if it was embarrassing to admit it.
Suddenly, you reached down and pulled his hands back, earning is disgruntled whiny moan as he was now empty, though the “Thank you for the little show, Jiro. But it’s my turn to properly take care of you.” made his heart almost leap out of his chest.
Watching you with teary eyes as you rose and sat back, just to hiccup your name quietly when you took a few pillows and pushed them underneath his ass - so you didn’t have to lean down as far due to your size. Drizzling some oil onto your fingers, the anticipation was almost too much for Tanjiro.
The moment you thrusted your thick fingers into his messy hole, he was throwing his head back once more, one hand instinctively covering his mouth to hide his loud, whiny moan, though his body was reacting differently. Completely willingly pushing his ass back against your fingers, he welcomed all three of them, sucking on them with his pulsating walls.
“Hmhhm”, you snickered and then, due to his higher positioned ass, you leaned down easily to softly blow against his little dick, watching as it twitched and leaked precum. “So cute… Everything about you is so small and cute, Tanjiro. I adore you, Darling.”
“Ahnh!”, it was impossible for him to answer, too shy and tongue-tied due to your words that made him so happy and embarrassed at the same time, his heartbeat being crazily fast. His ass tightened around your fingers instantly once your warm, wet mouth completely engulfed his cute, little cock. His loud cry was only muffled by his hand pressing onto his own face.
His free hand was gripping your hair, burying his fingers into it and digging his nails into your scalp as you started sucking his little dick, playing with his foreskin and letting your wet tongue tease his precum leaking tip while his hips were bucking against your mouth a bit due to overwhelming pleasure.
“Y/n! Y/n!”, blissfully calling your name, he threw his head from side to side in order to not lose complete control over himself, the way your mouth was so hot and wet around his little cock and your fingers spreading him, Tanjiro was so close to letting loose.
Pulling back with a little pop, your e/c eyes were fixated on him, looking into his face he tried to hide behind his hand while your tongue teasingly flicked against his little hole – with the amount of precum he produces you knew he was very, very close. But you didn’t let it get far.
“HAhAHN!”, almost not able to muffle his sounds anymore, it was over when you pulled out your fingers and your mouth away from his little dick. Kamado was gasping and crying when his hand slipped from his face, revealing how red and tear-stained it already was, hence you leaned forward.
“You are such a good boy, Tanjiro. Did that feel good, hm? Having your little cock sucked and your ass fingered, yeah?”, your huge frame was hovering above him, your warm lips kissing on his tear-stained cheeks when he nodded and wrapped his arms around your broad shoulders, whispering a mere “It…It felt so good, Y/n…” while holding onto you with all his strength that was left in his small body.
“Please, I…I want the real thing, Y/n…”, he then whispered under little hiccups, scarlet eyes only half-opened as he looked up into your handsome face. “Please…”
For a few seconds, you only stared at him, before a smile flitted across your lips and you nodded.
“Alright. But I have a request, Jiro.”
“I- I’ll do anything for you. You know that.”, Tanjiro smiled crookedly and yet so lovingly as he pulled you down to nuzzle his head against yours.
“Hmm, me too, Darling.”, softly nudging his head, you then kissed his forehead, before leaning your own against his to whisper, “Will you ride me? Let me see all of you. I want to watch you feel good.”
Once your words seeped into his mind, Kamado was incredibly red, but he also shyly smiled and nodded in the end, quietly saying an “Okay, then look at me, Y/n. For as long as you want.” before you both changed positions; Tanjiro kicking the pillows away so you could lay down properly.
Crawling on top of you, he had to gulp a little as his little dick was aligned with your big cock, his messy hole immediately twitching in anticipation when his calloused hands wrapped around you, your size getting him very excited.
After listening to your own little growls and groans as he stroked you to smear your own precum and plant oil around, he positioned himself on shaky legs, relieved that you instantly grabbed his hips to hold and help him.
“Aha! Nhh!”, moaning out without restraint, Tanjiro threw his head back when your huge cockhead spread his little hole; thanks to his preparation and the oil, you slipped in effortlessly. Slowly, with your help, he let himself sink down, taking your cock inch by inch, the massive size taking his breath away as his walls were literally shivering and pulsating around your cock the more you entered him.
With sheer excitement, his cute little dick was twitching and moving while he swallowed your big one under blissful moaning and groaning. Until he finally pushed down the last inch with a hard thrust to bury it all inside of him, making him almost cry out in overwhelming pleasure, legs shaking so incredibly much while his tummy was visibly bulging due to your huge cock inside his little ass.
“Fuck, Tanjiro… Holy shit, look at you. You’re so incredible. So…fucking incredible.”, you couldn’t hold back your delightful curses as you grabbed his hips almost a little too hard to not lose your mind with how tight he was, Kamado himself breathing heavily and holding onto your hands or he would have emptied his cute dick right then and there onto your torso.
“Y/n… I… feel soo good…”, Tanjiro almost only slurred, his hair all ruffled up due to how much he was throwing his head around when the pleasure became too much.
“I’m glad, Darling.”, you were always composed, but right now, Tanjiro was so incredibly happy and proud of himself to make your own voice shake, knowing he was the reason you were not calm and collected.
“I- I’ll move, okay?”, he asked for permission even though he knew he didn’t need to, but seeing your little nod was important to him, thus, he slowly started grinding on top of you, your big hand that was on his tummy rubbing against the visible bulge, before you slid down and started playing with his little dick again, immediately earning his whimper.
You didn’t know how it was possible that such a fearsome demon slayer, who went through so much, could be so, so… so incredibly cute. How he was melting on top of you, being destroyed by your big cock penetrating him was so adorable.
Tanjiro’s cute little dick bouncing with every thrust. Every time he came down hard, his tummy bulged and his cute cock moved as well, all while he was moaning without holding back anymore, maybe also because one hand was holding your own, your fingers intertwined, knowing you weren’t grossed out by his scarred hand – never.
Squeezing his hand softly, you encouraged him to keep going. Tanjiro’s free one was resting on his bulging belly - making him even more turned on. Seeing and feeling his body moving like that, loving the way he was feeling your cock so vividly in his tight little hole, while also being proud of himself for effortlessly taking it like that.
“Tanjiro…”, the groans made his heart jump and he squeezed your hand a little harder. Slowly, he increased his pace as he started to truly ride you, slamming his hips down onto your cock, making his own bounce happily until you engulfed it with your hand and thus, in return, making him whimper and moan.
“God, look at your little dick. It’s so small and cute. And so sensitive.”, your raspy laughter sent a chill up his spine, your teasing words only getting him more turned on as he squeaked a high-pitched “Hmhh” before he had to gasp for breath once you pulled down his foreskin to expose his red, sensitive tip.
“N-noo Y/n.. I… Ahhh”, even though he said no, he was still pushing and bucking against your hand so desperately when you rubbed your thick thumb over the sensitive little head, your chuckled “Do you really want me to stop, Darling? Your tiny little dick loves the attention, just look how red it is. And how wet.” making him sob in bliss and afterwards merely mutter, “N-Noo, d-don’t stop, p-please…”
And you didn’t stop, more the opposite, making sure to rub his cockhead thoroughly to hear his beautiful, whiny cries. Tanjiro’s legs twitching together whenever he felt like it was too much, his little dick just too sensitive to handle all the these things, he really was so close to releasing his cum all over your tummy.
“Y/n, Y/n!”, like a spell, your name was dripping from his lips as his movements became more erratic and sloppy, ramming your thick cock into his messy hole, hitting his sweet spot that he felt his tummy bulging against his hand every time, thus making him even more riled up knowing how deeply you penetrated him.
“Look, you are oozing so much. Your little cock really likes being rubbed like that, hm?”, you teased and asked him again, making Tanjiro merely whimper and nod as he slammed his hips down one last time before grinding and moving against your rubbing hand.
“R-Rub…Rub it more, p-please. Touch me… I-I can't hold… it…”, he sobbed and cried while digging the nails into the back of your hand he was holding.
“As you wish, Darling. Let it all out, let’s watch your cute little dick being overwhelmed.”, your own little gasps were interrupting you here and there, due to how much your lover was griding against your cock, while his whimpery, approved “Hmhm” made you grin.
Moaning your name once more, Kamado was desperately gasping for breath, before he started riding you one last time, your cock hitting him so deeply, letting you watch how it rearranged his insides with his belly visibly bulging whenever he came down hard. He loved the way you stared at him with your glazed e/c eyes.
“AHnhH!”, desperately bucking his hips against your fingers, he was so close and your own breathless moans told him you were also not going to last much longer, hence why, Tanjiro took the last bit of strength he had left in his body to really slam his hips down, riding you so vigorously that his ass was audibly slapping against your skin. You even had to let go of his small cock to grab his thigh because the way he rode you drove you literally crazy in the best way possible.
“Fuck, fuck! Tanjiro!”, hearing your deep moan and watching your in lust twisted face, he only moaned your name in response, his dick bouncing against his own bulging tummy now due to his hard movements.
“I-I… I am going crazy, ahh!”, he cried out one last time before he arched his back almost so much you thought it might snap. His little dick was cumming so hard as seed squirted onto your torso, while his ass was pulsating and literally sucking you in so much that you couldn’t hold back either, letting your hips thrust only a few more times before you released it all inside, making Tanjiro whine even louder as he felt your hot fluids fill him up.
Gasping for breath, he stayed on top of you for a few seconds, savoring the moment of being stuffed with cum, until he slowly and shakily raised his hips, your own hiss as you helped him and watched your thick cock slip out slowly making him whimper blissfully.
Eventually, your huge dick slipped out and slapped back against your tummy while cum was dripping out of his messy hole, though you couldn’t stare for much longer as he collapsed beside you onto the futon at last, still gasping and delirious.
“Hmm”, however, an immediate delightful hum escaped his closed lips when your strong, big arms wrapped around his small body. Your lips were kissing along his cute face, whilst you gently pushed the messy hair out of it with your hand.
“I love you, Darling.”, peppering sweet kisses onto his cheek and neck, you whispered these love-filled words against his skin, his happily giggled, “I love you too, Y/n.” made you also chuckle a little.
Snuggling against your big, warm body, he knew you both were in need of a bath, but for now, he simply relished this very rare, quiet moment with you where there was no fighting, no demons, no Nezuko to worry about, just you two laying on the futon and listening to each other’s sweet nothings and little giggles as you exchanged loving words and kisses.
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writer’s note: i want tanjiro to ride me so hard my hips break 😩 since this was my first request, i hope it was enjoyable to read!
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Reassurance
Fred Weasley x [She/They]Reader
WARNINGS: Blood Mention. Death Mention. Lots of Crying. Nudity. Memory/Nightmare in Italics. Scars. PTSD. Swearing.
SUMMARY: After Y/n wakes from a nightmare, of Fred's death, Fred helps them calm down and reassures them he isn't going anywhere.
For @prettywhitedoves because I broke her heart with Dead!Fred tiktoks [It starts rough but there’s fluff, I promise.]
Y/n’s hands grip harshly onto the cold porcelain of their bathroom sink, tears stream from their eyes and crash against the basin as they try desperately to ease their shaking and panicked breaths. Their limbs tremble under the weight of holding themself upright; the white light cast from the bulb above the mirror feels like a spotlight as it abrasively sheds down upon their broken state.
They draw a deep breath to calm themself but as more memories rise to the surface of their mind a cracked sob overtakes their chest instead.
Fred’s laid out, cold and still, on a stretcher on the stone floor of the Great Hall. Splashes of blood and thick smudges of ash and dirt contaminate his beautiful face. Above him Molly stands crying for the loss of her child as George clings to his chest; body wracked with despair and broken wails. Y/n stands frozen in fear staring at his lifeless body.
“Y/n/n?” a distant voice calls, beckoning them back to reality. The bathroom door creaks open, shedding the light into the dark bedroom without and highlighting a familiar face.
Y/n looks to the mirror as they enter, their vision blurred from the tears that refuse to stop falling.
“Shit- Y/n/n, what’s wrong?” the person speaks rushing to pull them into his body. “Breathe, Darling, just breathe I’m here.”
“But you- you weren’t” they sob, clinging to his shirt, “you were dead. I saw you...on that stretcher in the Hall-” “The Hall?" he questions in confusion, it takes a moment for things to make sense but suddenly everything clicks into place. 'Another nightmare' he thinks.
"Love...I was just knocked out, remember? I’m okay.”
“It felt so real-” “It was just a dream” Fred assures, slightly swaying them in place as he holds them, thankful as he feels their cries start to steady the longer he holds them.
“What would I have done without you?”
“Hey, shh, don’t think about that.” he says, pulling away enough to lift their gaze to his, “I’m here. You don’t have to worry about that.”
He raises a hand to comfortingly stroke through their hair and takes a deep pointed breath in through his nose and out through his lips wanting Y/n to do the same. She draws some long slow breaths in time with Fred’s, one hand placed above his heart to be sure it’s truly still beating.
Their eyes close as they take in his scent and the rise and fall of his chest against their splayed palm; it’s the reassurance they need to finally calm down.
“There,” Fred remarks, bringing both his hands to cup his lover’s face and swipe away their tears with the pad of his thumbs, “that’s better.”
“I’m sorry.” Y/n croaks, “No, no, you have nothing to be sorry for, Love.” he places a kiss on their forehead but grimaces at the feeling of their cold skin beneath his. “You’re freezing sweetheart.”
“A little.” Y/n chuckles sadly. “Reckon I look like a right mess too.” “A little.” Fred teases and Y/n bats his chest with a weak arm. “What do you say we take a shower and warm you up, hmm? You’ll feel much better.”
“Okay.” she nods.
Fred squeezes their arms momentarily before directing them to take a seat on the toilet lid while he moves to get the water running hot.
As the water runs Fred turns back to Y/n, he kneels before them and places his hands to their waist, “I’m gonna take this off, okay?”
At their approval Fred’s fingers hook beneath the hem of their shirt; Y/n lifts their arms as he pulls the fabric up and over their body.
Sat bare chested before him Y/n looks to him with a soft expression, they reach a hand out and grab the ties of his pajama bottoms giving a playful tug, Fred cocks a brow to the action. “Well you are joining me, aren’t you?” they pout. “Of course.” Fred laughs breathily.
Y/n grabs the hem of his pants as they stand, “I’m going to take these off, is that ok?” she parrots his earlier words. “If I ever say no to you asking to take my pants off, Love...check me into St. Mungos, I’ve lost my mind.” Fred jokes bringing a giggle to Y/n’s chest and a wide smile to their lips. She tugs the material down to his knees and Fred steps the rest of the way out kicking the clothing aside.
Y/n next removes his shirt, with slight difficulty thanks to his size, as the shirt slips from his head roughing his hair Fred dips to grab a hold of her waist pulling them into his body and placing a kiss to their lips.
Y/n’s initial gasp of surprise quickly turns to a content moan, they bring their hands up to rest against his chest but Fred jumps away with a sharp inhale.
“Shit your hands are cold!”
“Oh, are they?” Y/n asks feigning concern, “Are they still cold here?” she questions, placing their icy palm on the inside of his thigh making him jump once more. She laughs at his reaction and attacks his exposed skin in more places just to hear him laugh.
“Ah- woman, I swear!” Fred exclaims as she touches his neck. “Swear what?” Y/n challenges, “You’ll be showering alone in a minute if you keep that up.”
His partner gasps at his words, “ You wouldn’t…” “Wouldn’t I?”
Y/n’s mouth hangs open wide then closes softly as they look at him with an exaggerated pout.
“Oh, not with the face...alright, come on you,” he says, giving into them he places a kiss to their brow, “we’re wasting water.”
Discarding their last items of clothing the two step into the steaming warmth of the shower, Y/n being the first to go beneath the waters jets.
They spend some time simply holding one another, running handfuls of water over each other and basking in the feel of their bodies pressed together.
Fred reaches for some of their body soap, lathering it between his hands he runs long strokes across Y/n’s back and down her chest. He massages her neck and back to rid the tension they’ve been holding there.
Reaching for the shampoo he twirls his finger before their face instructing them to turn around so he can wash their hair. Y/n sighs comfortably at the feeling of his fingers working against their scalp. After rinsing he does the same with the conditioner.
“Your turn.” Y/n smiles, once he’s finished, squeezing some soap into their palm. Fred smiles and lets Y/n dutifully massage his body as she cleans him. Turning so she can clean his back Fred gets lost to the feeling of their fingers tracing his body and his head lulls back as he basks in the moment; while Y/n, contrarily, gets lost scanning the countless scars that litter his body.
From the ones they’d long ago familiarised themself with: due to Quidditch and pranks gone wrong, to the newer ones she were yet to and that were much harder to look at; ones which Fred usually hides.
Cuts and lashes from the wall that collapsed atop of him, nearly stealing him from the world, cover his back. Each one a reminder to them that he survived and that he’s here breathing; that he healed.
A few fresh tears fall from Y/n’s eyes as her finger repeatedly traces a particularly large one, they lean forward and place three tender kisses to the mark; one at the beginning, one in the middle, and one at the end.
Fred can sense their change in mood and turns to see them standing with a forced smile and broken teary eyes. He tilts their chin up with his forefinger and thumb and kisses them slowly.
“I’m here.” he says simply between breaths as their lips move together.
“I survived,” he whispers to them.
“I’m not leaving you, I swear.” this time as he speaks his own tear drops to his cheek.
“I really don’t know what I would have done without you.” Y/n voices, nudging their nose into the underside of his jaw as she holds him close.
“You’ll never have to know.”
After their shower Fred helps Y/n get dressed into a pair of warm pajamas, he pulls back the blankets of their bed and slips beneath the sheets inviting them to lay with him.
Their arms encapsulate his torso and head buries into his chest. Releasing a heavy breath Y/n mumbles to him simply, “I love you, Freddie.”
“I love you more, darling.”
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A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be
Based off of 'A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant to Be' by Jess Benko.
Summary: After a difficult mission, you go seek out Wanda, only to be faced with disappointment.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader
Warnings: Injuries, gunshot wound, kinda angsty but I think that’s it.
A/N: So this originally was supposed to be like super angsty but I couldn’t help myself sooo enjoy!
(not my gif)
To the entire world, you and Wanda were a perfect couple. Full of love and appreciation for each other. Soulmates even. She made you believe in love.
You had met during the whole Ultron situation and instantly clicked. Being close in age and having similar family experiences made you close.
She was gorgeous too. And while you wanted her because of her personality and good soul, there was no denying her beauty. Her soft green eyes and brown locks were enough to make you swoon.
She was always doing the most for you. Comforting you after a difficult mission or nightmare. Tending to your cuts and kissing your bruised better. Making you dinner and little treats. And the girl loved cuddling with you.
You did the same for her. Being there when her powers became to much to handle and bringing her back down from her head. Running her baths and giving massages when she was sore.
You often held hands when in public and cuddled up in private. Soft kisses on the cheek and forehead. You were almost always touching.
She was your love and you were hers.
Until you weren't.
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It took you 6 months to realize how much you and Wanda had been drifting.
Missions had been almost non-stop for you. And when you got back, you would look for Wanda before giving up and collapsing in your bed. It became a vicious cycle and at one point you didn't see her for 3 weeks.
This last mission had been incredibly hard. You had to power through minor injuries to get the children being held hostage. They had all gotten out without a scratch but you hadn't been so lucky. An agent had gotten a shot at you arm and you get cut something in the back of your foot when walking back into a piece of shrapnel.
Clint had to come back and help you out of there as you limped to the quinjet. He cleaned your bullet wound to the best of his ability, making sure you wouldn't bleed out, before heading back to the compound.
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Dr. Cho had you fixed up in no time. Her regeneration cradle was a life save (literally) and your wounds were fixed with almost no scarring. You had thanked her profusely before heading to go find Wanda, needing some comfort.
You looked everywhere. Your bedroom and hers, the kitchen, the living room, roof. Unfortunately you had walked past a room with its door slightly open and decided to check. God you wished you hadn't.
You let out a soft gasp at the scene before you. Vision and Wanda making out, their hands all over each other. You stumbled back and hit the doorframe, alerting them of your presence.
"Y/N..." Het voice was soft as she pushed away from Vision and towards you. But you backed away from her before she got to close.
"I can't right now, I..." You turned and sped off as your now ex-girlfriend called after you.
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The team noticed your odd behaviors almost instantly.
You had become cold and closed off again, spending most of the time in your room. And if you were around Wanda you sent not so sneaky remarks her way.
Wanda had cooked more and drifted away from Vision suddenly. She was more timid than normal and rarely spoke, letting you spit harsh words her way. It pained her to hear them but she knew she deserved it.
Natasha was the first one to snap. She couldn't take the feuding any longer.
"Both of you, sit," The team had been gathered in the living room and the Russian had left no room for questions before continuing. "Look, I don't know what has gotten in between the both of you, but I'm sick of it. What happened to the sweet lovey dovey couple who literally could not keep their hands off each other?"
You both kept silent. Wanda feeling guilty, and you not wanting to expose her to her family and friends. Natasha sighed and sat stood, looking down at the two of you.
“Look. There is clearly something wrong between the two of you and the team and I just want to he-” You stood up abruptly, saying a small apology before rushing off to your room. At this point all eyes were on Wanda as she fidgeted with her rings. “Wanda?”
“I cheated on her...” She muttered. “I didn’t even mean to.” Her voice was small and shaky as she stared at the ground. Her eyes were glossy with tears and a small whimper made Nat sit next to her.
“What do you mean?” The redhead questioned softly.
“Vision kissed me and she walked in. I- I still love her. I just missed her and it was in the moment but it felt so so wrong, and I feel horrible for what I did. I am so sorry. I truly-” She cut herself off with a chocked sob. Her head fell into her hands and she wished that her magic could take everything back.
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You sat on the tiled ground with your back against your bathroom door. Quiet sobs left your body as tears cascaded down your face. Sure, it had hurt seeing them together, but nothing hurt more than wanting her back. You wanted her to hold you against her as you cried. You wanted Wanda to wipe your tears she whispered sweet nothings into your ear. All you wanted was to be comforted and loved by the woman you called your home.
Luckily, your thoughts were loud. One thing Wanda had learned, was when one’s thoughts were emotional they became louder. So she had heard your thoughts very clearly and rushed to your room as quickly as possible. The door was unlocked and she came to your bathroom, gently rapping her knuckles on the door.
“Darling?” A loud sob came at the sound of her voice. She tried to push but gave up, not wanting to hurt you. “Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just missed you so very much and I was talking to Vision and we got caught up in the moment. That kiss meant nothing to me baby. Absolutely nothing. I love you.” She felt the doorknob turn and backed away.
You must've looked like a wreck with tear stains and messy hair from pulling at it. Wanda couldn’t have thought you looked more beautiful but she didn’t think now was the right time to say anything. You fell into her body and she almost fell with you, catching you just in time. She held you as you continued to let out your emotions for the first time in weeks.
Eventually you grew tired and Wanda helped your over to your bed. She kissed your head and went to leave when her arm was pulled back. “Please don’t leave me.” Your voice was hoarse from crying and it cracked and shook. Wanda pulled the sheets back and allowed you to pull her down. She kept you close to her as you slept, not sleeping until she was positive you were knocked out.
“I will never leave you my dear.” She whispers softly before letting sleep overtake her too.
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A/N: Kind of debating making a part 2 with lots of angst
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Hey bestie :b Are my math test? Cause I can't stop staring at you ( ͡°ᴥ ͡° ʋ) MSKSLSLSLSLLS ANYWAY can I request Azul, Jamil, Ruggie and Leona with s/o who one day breaks down (like crying and all) because they're scared that all of this (coming to NRC) is all a dream/coma (but it's not a coma/dream)? (Cause I read a book, Main character has an illness that causes him to faint and he meets someone, falls in love and then one day wakes up and realises it was all a come, and I need angsty angst 🐱🐱🐱)
twst boys with s/o who is scared that this is all a dream
pairings: azul x gn! reader, jamil x gn! reader, ruggie x gn! reader, leona x gn! reader
warnings: grammatical errors
notes: hey babe thank you sm for requesting 😚😚. also this is weird bcs i was thinking of that idea like days ago. anyways *cracks knuckles* lets get this angst
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
oh boy was he scared when you were crying
“darling, what’s wrong?” he would ask gently. you would just breakdown and shake your head just blurting the words “this can’t be a dream”
sometimes- staying in the twst universe did bring you insanity. you still can’t believe you’re hear thus your belief that this is a dream
but no- you don’t want this a dream because you’re with the man that you love
“please tell me this isn’t a dream!” you screamed to him as you clenched onto the bed sheets. “this isn’t a dream, y/n. what- what makes you say that?” azul says
he gets it now, you think every thing is a dream.
he hugs you- makes you feel warm. a proof that he’s real
azul grips softly onto your hands “i’m real, alright? this isn’t a dream.” he reassures you.
JAMIL VIPER
you were just playing with jamil’s hair until you were trembling
then you break down
“y/n? what’s happening?” jamil asks worriedly. you couldn’t even speak so you just started sobbing and saying “this- is this a dream? what if i don’t wake up?”
with all due respect, jamil thought you were delusional for a sec.
“what? a dream? y/n, i’m real!” jamil exclaims. he cups your face “see?” he says
jamil plants a kiss onto your lips as he tries to reassure you.
“you aren’t dreaming, okay?”
RUGGIE BUCCHI
you zoned out while you were casually talking to ruggie
he doesn’t know why you stopped
he waved his hands at you “y/n?” he calls
you were hit by a realization that this might be all a dream
of course.. magic, beastmans, it wasn’t possible to think this is a dream
you inhaled sharply “what if i wake up? what if this is alla dream?” you asked with tears starting to flow down
ruggie was confused, he tries to understand but he needed to comfort you first.
“a dream? y/n, this isn’t a dream.” he pointed out. he pokes your cheeks down to your hands “see?” he says.
ruggie was still in shock seeing you cry so he embraces you until you calm down.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
leona notices that you were crying while you tried to sleep
you were trembling. leona suddenly got worried
“oi you herbivore, what’s wrong?” he asks. “i don’t want to wake up!” you blurt out with eyes closed.
pretty sure leona was confused so he lets you sit up and open your eyes. once you tried to look at leona, tears just feel from your eyes
“what are you saying?” he asks “this- this is all a dream at some point.” you replied.
leona grabs your hand and pokes it “its not, y/n.” then he leads your hand to his scarred face “this is not a dream.” he says
he gets it- you’re afraid that this is all a dream. leona kisses your forehead and reassures you that everything is alright.
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Blood Moon p4
Demetri Volturi x fem!swan!reader
Taglist: @volturidoll13 @raindancer2004 @captainxholmes @kpopgirlbtssvt @avyannadawn
WARNING; mention of blood, Riley being an ass. Injuries
A/N: welp, here we go again. I’m sorry this took so long.
You let out a soft yelp of pain, as Riley clutched your wrists in his cold hands. It looked like he got a thrill out of your fear. "Hm... And I thought Bella's scent smelled good." He purred as he lowered his head to the crook of your neck, as you shook in fear, wishing Demetri would have stayed now. “Let me go!" You yelled as tears welded in your eyes. You tried kicking him back hard in his stomach, but he didn't budge, he didn’t even move a muscle. His grip on your wrists only tightened, with a low throaty growl escaping passed his lips, as his is teeth grazed down the side of your neck, drawing a scream from your lips. Riley’s head shot up quickly, as he furrowed his eyebrows, he inhaled the air as he let a soft growl slip passed his lips. Riley dropped you all at once to the floor, fast and hard as you let out a whimper. A sob ran through your body, as the hot tears fell down your cheeks. You sniffled, as you suddenly felt stinging, your eyes trailed down your leg, to see one of your stitches had popped.
There was a lot of noise followed by Edward's shouting. You couldn't bring yourself to care, as your mind wouldn't stop thinking about the 'what if' possibility of Riley returning to finish what he started.
Oh had been silent for a few minutes, as your door creaked opened once more, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look, or even move, as the hot rushed tears fell down your cheeks. You began feeling very nauseous at the sickening crimson running down your leg, as you laid there on the cold hard wood flooring of your bedroom.
Then you felt a cold hand on your shoulder, you jerked up in a panic and crawled to the corner of your room bringing your knees tight to your chest, as you sobbed putting your head into your knees, “Please..” You begged as another sob ran through you. Deep down, you had thought it was Riley coming to finish the job. But a softer voice spoke, a familiar voice. "Darling, please... It's just me, come here." Demetri said in his low accent softly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, as he got into the crouch position next to you, softly stroked your hair with his icy hand, his soft finger tips brushed against your face. After you realized whom it was, you hugged him so tightly around his waist, like he would float away. You pressed your face into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of Italian cologne, and rose water. "Metri!" You cried out, as you pressed your face further into his chest trying to hide from the supernatural world, "I-I tried to fight him off b-but- the-the blood and I-" You sobbed as Demetri cut you off, "I know, my Love... I know..." He whispered as he held you tightly with his chin resting on the top of your forehead, slightly rocking you. It broke his heart he wasn’t fast enough to spare you from all this new trauma.
Demetri's eyes trailed down to your leg as the scent of your blood hit him all at once like a title wave. He slightly tensed but softened at you, "Here, let me fix your stitches... hm?" Demetri whispered softly, as he gently picked you up into his arms. You let out a tiny squeak as he effortlessly carried you into the bathroom, sitting you on the sink as he grabbed what he needed out of your bag, and the medicine cabinet. He returned to his place in front of you, as he spoke again, "I'm so sorry I wasn't here to help you, Darling." He whispered, as his ruby orbs faded to pitch black, with worry for his little mate. You stayed silent, as your lip quivered, your gaze fixed on the wall. "Ow!" You screeched, as your face contorted in pain, Demetri had begin cleaning your cuts, putting disinfectant on it that Carlisle had given him. He began to fix the stitches that had popped, as you let out a soft cry putting your head against the wall. It felt like fire sticking through your bone as you let out another scream of pain. Demetri whimpered at the fact, he was causing you agony. "Hey, shh... Love, it's okay." Demetri whispered as his cold hand slipped into your warm one. He ran his thumb over your knuckles calming you, as he put a clean bandage over your wound, his dark crimson eyes looked up into yours, giving you a comforting look. "See? You're okay..." He whispered bringing his hand up to your cheek, wiping the tears that had fallen with his cold thumb.
Demetri took in the sight of your bruised face, as he brushed the hair away from the gash on your head once more. "Come, I'm doing your hair love." Demetri said in an attempt to lighten the mood. You nodded as you sniffed your tears back, trying to forget about the pain coursing through your leg. "Okay, Dem." You whispered in a hoarse raspy tone. And with that Demetri grabbed your brush off the sink, and began brushing through your hair gently, as you sighed in content leaning your head back to give him more excess. “You know, I like it when you do my hair.” You said with a slight grin. Demetri smiled in response, as he put your hair in a messy bun, a successful smirk spread across his face. You giggled and started feeling better as Demetri placed a small kiss to your head, "Thank you, Demetri." You said with a slight smile, as the pain was still coursing through you. Demetri smiled in response, "Of course, Darling." He whispered, giving you a look, he only gives you. A look that's filled with such love, and kindness, memorizing your every detail with such admiration, that if he looks away, he'd be afraid you'd vanish. You blushed and looking down at your hands as you played with the sleeve of your shirt in nervousness every time he did this, too flustered to look at him. He thought this was the cutest thing he's ever seen.
Edward was watching from the doorway, as he read Demetri's thought's. He was confused at the fact his mind only held worry, and love, for the girl in front of him. Demetri Volturi, was supposed to be this evil ruthless man, a Casanova. But what Edward had witnessed, it’s like it was all a lie. He retreated back to the kitchen, to be with Bella after he knew there was no danger, but was deeply confused about how he managed to mate to you.
Demetri helped you off the sink, gripping your waist softly, your cheeks had heated up, as you turned into a strawberry in front of the tracker, with a small smile. This did not go unnoticed by Demetri as he smirked with such smugness, at the face he, made you feel this way. "You have to change." Demetri motioned to the blood on your pants. He went into your drawer, looking for anything that would be comfortable enough. He ended up tossing a pair of your shorts and his hoodie at you, the most comforting thing he could possibly find. "I'll be right in your room, let me know when you're decent, Darling." He said walking out of your bathroom, closing the door behind him.
With a small sigh, you changed out of the crimson dyed clothes, as a hushed wince slipped past your lips. You changed into the shorts, and soft black hoodie, the cotton material brushed against your skin making it feel like clouds. It smelled like Demetri, his cologne was strong on it, that gave you a comfort feeling, as butterflies begin fluttering in your stomach. You smiled slightly, opening the door to face the tall tracker. He was in your chair, with his feet against your desk as his bright crimson eyes fluttered up to look at you. Demetri drew in a breath at the way you looked in his clothes. His eyes lingered on you, as you froze like a deer in the headlights of a car, already feeling your cheeks redden in his gaze. “You feel comfy, Darling?” He asked in a low tone, with a small smile. You nodded, going over to your bed, a small wince escaped your lips, carefully leaning back onto the soft sheets of the bed.
You looked over at Demetri, as his eyes were already locked onto you. “When are you leaving?” You asked in a mumble. Demetri sighed shaking his head, “I’m not. Not till morning. I can’t leave you… Not again.” Demetri murmured as his voice broke. You nodded at him, as you patted the spot next to you. “Do you uh… Wanna lay with me?” You whispered, as Demetri heard your heart beat quicken, in the same way it did earlier that day. He gave you a small smirk and walked over, you felt the bed dip from his weight as you were faced with his crimson eyes, boring into yours. Demetri snaked his cold arm around you cautiously pulling you into his chest, looking for any sign of distress. You returned the feeling, moving to curl into his side. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, while your hand found its way to his cold one, Demetri got the hint, as he intertwined his cold fingers with your warm ones, giving you a sweet smile. “Metri, I feel safer with you.” You said just above a whisper. If Demetri’s undead heart could beat, it would have in that moment. “Of course, Darling. I intend on keeping you safe. You’re not just my blood singer, you’re my mate. You are my other half.” Demetri said, running is other hand through your hair, giving your scalp a soft massage. You closed your eyes, suddenly feeling really tired as Demetri continued this. You nuzzles your face into his shoulder more, giving into sleep, as your eyes fluttered closed, and your breathing slowed.
Demetri looked at your sleeping form, and his heart melted. You trusted him enough to let him hold you in your most vulnerable state. He places a soft kiss to you head, as he listened to the soft thumps of your heart beat, making him feel more guilty. But there was a reason as to why Demetri was there. And the secret he was keeping from you, killed him inside. Especially because he had fallen in love with you.
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Interrupted Slumber
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Remus Lupin x Fem. Reader
Warnings: None.
A/N: I want a Remus so mf BAD in my life.
Word Count: 1,296
“Let’s talk about it, yeah?”
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There was a faint light coming from outside, spilling into your bedroom through the cracked window. A gentle breeze flowed through the room, leaving your skin cool and your body comfortable. Your eyelids fluttered every few minutes or so as you continued to float through a deep, resting sleep. The clean sheets were draped over your waist and legs, keeping the easy wind from keeping you too cool. The inky black skies were dotted with little sprinkles of stars. It was perfect conditions for a productive sleep. You were quite at peace.
However, it wasn’t the same for your husband lying next to you.
Remus had broken out into a sweat, his legs shifting uncomfortably around under the sheets as his mind raced with disturbing images. His breathing was heavy and rapid in response to the nightmare he was having, his head moving in distress on his pillow. He had begun to let out scared whimpers and low cries, which brought you from your sleep. It took you a minute to realize that Remus was having a bad dream, and he was what woke you up.
You rested a hand on his shoulder, shaking gently to keep from startling him more.
“Remus, darling, wake up.” Your drowsy voice whispered out.
He suddenly shot up in bed with a sharp gasp, his heart pumping in his ears and throbbing in his head at being awoken so abruptly. His eyes darted around the room frantically, relief falling on his features at the sight of you looking worriedly at him.
“Oh, thank Merlin...” He croaked out, falling into your frame.
You wasted no time taking him into your hold, his head resting on your chest as you stroked his damp hair. You hushed him, rubbing his back carefully to get him to calm down a little. His breathing was muffled in your shirt as he tried to fight through the panic response, his entire body was shaking violently. You spoke to him sweetly and quietly.
“You’re okay. I’m here. It was just a dream.” You consoled him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
You felt terrible for him. You knew how much he needed sleep, and you always hated when he didn’t get it. He didn’t say anything, but he did something that almost sent you into tears yourself.
He started to cry.
Remus never cried. You would definitely consider him a sensitive guy, and he was much more in touch with his emotions than most males that you knew. Despite this, you had only seen Remus cry two other times in the many years you had been together. The first was when he proposed to you, and the second was when you got married. And even then, those had been happy tears. So this was something seriously upsetting to him.
These were not tears of joy kind of sobs. These were gut wrenching, heartbreaking, truly broken down kind of cries.
“Oh, Remus...” You called out, bringing his head from your chest so he’d look at you; “What is it?”
He was still quivering, his eyes endlessly pooling with tears and you watched helplessly as they fell down his cheeks.
“Kiss me.” He said more as a beg than anything else.
You almost chuckled, thinking he was trying to be funny to diffuse the situation, but there wasn’t a hint of entertainment on his face.
“What, love?” You asked.
His clammy hands came to your face, looking into your eyes.
“Kiss me, please. I need to know that you’re actually here.” He pleaded.
You kissed him without hesitation, your heart aching at how bad this had rattled him. He kissed you so desperately that you would’ve thought that he hadn’t seen you in years. His lips were quivering on yours, his crying only ceasing for a few seconds. He pulled away, a little less frantic, but still shaken up. He sighed deeply.
“It was so real. I was...I was sure that you...” He trailed off, another harsh bawl erupting from his soul.
You pushed his hair back from his forehead so you could see his full face, persuading him to talk it out.
“Let’s talk about it, yeah?” You suggested.
He nodded with another whimper, a fruitless attempt to stop his crying. His voice cracked and quaked as he spoke.
“I’ve had dreams like that before...but this one was so different. I didn’t even know I was dreaming,” He explained; “I was watching you, but I wasn’t really there. It was like I was watching a memory.”
He stopped for a moment, sniffling a few times before continuing with his story. He held your hand, squeezing it when he was fighting a choked up sob.
“And then I showed up, but it was a full moon,” He said, knowing you’d understand what he was implying; “Moony was so angry and he just attacked and I couldn’t do anything. Before I knew it, he had...”
You hushed him again when he fell off into crying once more. He didn’t have to say it. You knew that Moony had killed you in his dream. It was something that Remus had always been afraid of. Scratch that, he was petrified of it. Remus had mentioned to you in passing that he sometimes had bad dreams about Moony hurting people, but you guessed that you had never been the victim until tonight’s nightmare.
“Remus, I know it frightened you,” You said, wiping tears away from his scarred cheeks; “But I’m here, love. I’m right here in front of you. Moony didn’t hurt me...you didn’t hurt me.” You convinced him.
As relieving as it was to know that nothing had happened and that you were safe, Remus still felt this sense of dread. He knew what Moony could do, and he tried his best not to think about what could happen.
His shaking had slowed some, and his heart and breathing were going at a more normal pace. You held him again, his arms wrapping around your midsection and his head resting against your chest once more. He listened to your steady heartbeat, another reminder that you were there and totally fine. You hummed softly, rocking him back and forth just slightly. While you never ever wanted Remus to feel upset or hurt, you still cherished these moments where he was vulnerable. The moments where he retreated to you for comfort.
You took advantage of any moment to show him love and affection. He was such a pure, gentle soul that didn’t deserve the tribulations he had to face.
“I love you. You’re okay.” You said again, making sure that he knew.
He raised his head, moving to sit upright. He knew there was no way he’d be sleeping for the rest of the night, but he didn’t mind. As long as you were there, he didn’t need it.
“I love you, my beautiful girl,” He replied, the last of his tears fading away; “Thank you for being there for me...and I’m sorry for waking you.”
You assured him that there was nowhere else on the planet that you’d rather be, telling him that he was more important than sleep. Now that he was well into settling down, he noted how disheveled you looked from being abruptly brought from your sleep. He knew you’d want to go back to bed soon, which was fine.
“Kiss me again?” He requested with a slight smirk.
You gave him a smile, knowing that this time he was just being cheeky. You obliged though, kissing him and keeping him close until he was fully feeling like himself again. He didn’t get much sleep for the rest of the night, but you were there with him.
And that was all he needed.
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『✔』 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲: — 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒕 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
In which way you are always putting others needs and happiness before you’re own. It’s slowly starting to take it’s toll on you & Newt notices this.
A/N: ask permission to use or re-post my work, please do not steal or plagiarize my writing x
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— “HEY, there you are,” You hear a voice softly call behind you that you instantaneously recognized as Newt’s, “I was looking for you.”
Glancing over your shoulder, you find him standing inside the doorway, a jar of Gally’s moonshine in his hand. You force a quick smile before turning back around to face the cabinet, “Here I am.”
“Thought you might’ve been hanging out with Minho or Chuck,” Newt spoke as he started walking over to you, not stopping until he was standing right beside you.
He leaned against the wooden counter top, his back resting against the shelf as his body faced the opposite direction as yours. You could almost feel the heat radiating off his body, making you want to curl up in his arms, but you couldn’t. Shouldn’t, you thought; correcting yourself.
You simply shrug your shoulders in response, trying your best to ignore the painful throbbing in your temples as a result from the lack of sleep.
Newt knew straight away that something was wrong. Not only could he tell by how blunt you were being, but he also knew by observing the way you worked in The Glade. Always offering others your support on top of the medical assistance. You’d skip meals and he’d usually find you working late into the hours of the night in the Med-Jack hut to stay back with injured gladers, as well as stocking supplies. You were known to your fellow gladers as a good listener, always willing to try and brighten someone’s day whenever they were feeling down.
You had been doing it for so long, letting others rely on you, that you had forgotten to take care of yourself. Newt noticed this above all else. But he also knew that you cared deeply for all those around you, and would stop at nothing to put their needs before your own.
The sleep deprivation was slowly starting to make you irritable and lose focus. It wasn’t healthy.
You could feel his gaze on you, watching you as you rolled up bandages.
He looked down at your hands, spontaneously mustering up the courage to take your hand in one of his own. The sudden action made you gasp slightly and you were quick to stop what you were doing. The first thought that popped into Newt’s head was how cold your hand was against his.
He furrowed his eyebrows before speaking, “You don’t seem yourself. Talk to me, please?”
You found it difficult to respond to him as you felt his thumb start to rub small circles into the back of your palm, your voice getting caught in the back of your throat. You opened your mouth to talk several times, but nothing came out. For the first time tonight, you met his gentle brown eyes. The light from the bonfire outside dimly lit the hut into a deep yellow luminosity, making his pale skin look toned like honey, as well as his gorgeous blonde locks.
A few short moments was all it took for the tears to start welling up in your eyes, and after blinking a couple times in attempt to stifle them, they started to stream down your rosy cheeks. Newt’s facial expression softened even more at the very sight. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he watched you, his hand still holding your own. He set his half-empty jar of alcohol down, leaning off the counter to take a step closer to you.
“Love,” he cooed, his other hand reaching up to rest on your shoulder, “What’s the matter?”
He felt stupid for asking such a question when he already knew the answer. But he was curious about what you might say in response. Now, more than ever, he could tell how hard you were struggling to keep your puffy eyes open as the tears kept coming.
A defeated sigh left your lips, as you stared at the ground while taking your hand out of his grasp to assist the other in rubbing over your eyes with your knuckles, “I’m just so tired.”
That was all Newt needed to hear before he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he cradled your body with the upmost care. You leaned up to brush your cheek against his before letting your body collapse into him, not really noticing how weak you were until now. You couldn’t contain the chocked sobs that started to overwhelm you. It broke Newt’s heart seeing you in such a state.
You wrapped your arms tighter around his lanky figure, absolutely loving the way he rubbed soothing circles into your back and the way he rested his head of top of yours as he rocked the two of you from side to side slowly. The warmth of his body enveloped you; he felt like home.
“I know baby, I know,” Newt spoke in a hushed tone, trying to calm you down. However, he couldn’t help but freeze momentarily at the choice of pet name that had just slipped from his lips.
He pulled his head away, glancing down at you, instantly meeting your surprised glance, eyes still filled with tears.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t- I don’t know where that came from,” he stuttered helplessly, as he felt his cheeks heat up quickly in embarrassment, “It was uh, the first thing that popped into my head, I’m sorry I won’t-”
He stopped speaking as you started to shake your head in disagreement. You buried your head back into his chest, finding his scent addictive.
“I liked it,” You replied quietly, pursuing to grasp onto him tighter.
Newt breathed a sigh of relief in one short puff, placing his head back on top of yours. He couldn’t stop thinking about how cute you were; cuddled up into his chest, all shy and timid.
He swayed the two of you from side to side once more, placing a kiss to the crown of your head, “Why don’t I take you to bed, yeah? You a need a break, you really need some sleep.”
He tilts his head back down to meet your gaze, before continuing, “Does that sound okay to you?”
You nod meekly against his chest and let your eyes flutter shut as you struggle to keep them open. You were grateful that Newt had found you when he did. He was the one you trusted the most to see you in your most vulnerable state.
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Newt didn’t need to ask anymore questions. He picked up your frail body, making his way over to the Homestead.
He carefully walked up the stairs, and down to the end of the corridor to his room. Kicking the door open with his foot, he shuffled over to his bed, placing you down onto the sheets, being cautious not to trip. He retreated to go over and close his door, also walking over to the other side of the room to close the window.
It was one of the colder nights in The Glade. You tried to hide the goosebumps starting to rise on your skin, but Newt had already seen them. You’re breath hitched as you watched him yank off his jumper, to which he proceeded to bend down in front of you and offer it to you. However, you shook your head at the sight of the newly exposed skin on his arms, “You’ll be cold.”
He placed the jumper in your lap, “I’ll be alright, anyway, looks like you need it more than me right now.”
You continued to eye the jumper, feeling slightly guilty. Newt rose to his feet, brushing off his pants and staring down at you with a smile.
“Y/N,” He laughed, lightly tapping you on the shoulder, “Come on, just put the bloody jumper on.”
Soon following his request, you tugged the white jumper over your body, fitting your arms through the sleeves. His smell that had grown accustomed to you filled your nostrils instantly. That musky boy smell, as well as grass and the scent of his deodorant.
“Thank you,” You whispered, no longer trying to hide the fact that you were staring at him as he grabbed two more blankets from his small wooden dresser.
He met your gaze once he turned back around. You noticed how his mouth fell agape as his eyes dragged over your figure, hunched over on the side of his bed.
“It’s no problem,” He grinned before continuing, “It suits you more than it suits me.”
You returned the smile, breaking your gaze to take off your combat boots. As you bent down, you felt the same throbbing pain return in both of your temples. You squeezed your eyes shut for a mere second, trying your very best to ignore it. You grumbled in annoyance as your fingers worked to try and get your shoe laces untied.
“Argh, for shuck sake!” You cursed, slamming you feet against the floor. You probably looked like a child throwing a tantrum, but at this point you couldn’t care less. You were exhausted and every muscle in your body was aching. The tears started streaming down your cheeks once again, making you even more irritated than what you already were. You weren’t usually like this, and everyone knew it.
Newt crouched down at your feet, his hands going to the back of your calves, halting your movements completely, “Hey, darling. C’mon, stop.”
You hid you head in your hands, harsh sobs escaping your lips as Newt began to untie your laces and remove your boots in a gentle manner. Once he was done, he set your shoes down on the ground, placing a hand on one of your arms in order to comfort you from where he was still crouching down.
His calm demeanor brought you back down to earth. There was something about him that made you feel warm inside. Something that drew you to him.
“Time for bed I think,” Newt said wholeheartedly, gesturing you to lay down on the bed.
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You had passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow. You were unsure of how long exactly you had been asleep.
Waking up unexpectedly during the middle of the night, you noticed the drop in temperature around you. Goosebumps littered your skin, and you felt yourself shivering. You turned over, in search for Newt. Butterflies erupted in your stomach when you found him laying next to you on his back. His half of the blankets that the two of you were sharing were pulled up to his chest. His head faced you, his eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell with each steady breath he took in. One of his arms was also folded behind his head as he rested. You noticed that Newt now wore another jumper, it was dark blue. His eyelashes brushed the tops of his cheeks. A smile made it’s way across your lips at the sight of the blonde.
You didn’t want to wake him from his peaceful slumber, so instead you turned back over, facing away from him. Your arms reached to pull the blankets further up your torso and you clutched onto Newt’s jumper that you still wore.
Absentmindedly, you leaned back further into Newt, your body craving the warmth of his own.
To your despise, your teeth began chattering. You shook head as a way of trying to stifle it but it was no use. You pulled the blankets up to your chin and closed your eyes once more. Barely a few seconds later, you felt the bed shift beside you as Newt sat up on his elbows, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.
He stared over at you quizzically, “Are you alright, love?”
You sighed, feeling guilty for potentially waking him from his slumber, “Yeah, I’m okay. Go back to sleep.”
“No your not,” Newt hovered behind you, his eyes scanning over your body, “I can feel you shaking.”
“I didn’t want to wake you, I’m sorry,” You whispered, teeth still chattering between breaths.
Newt laughed softly, “Don’t be silly, come ‘ere.”
Before you could say anything else, Newt had shuffled closer towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he situated himself behind you. You couldn’t help but repeat your previous action, leaning back into his touch. His breath fanned over the back of your neck, sending tingles down your spine.
“You’re so warm,” You mumbled happily, reaching down and grabbing his hand. You laced your fingers with his, clutching your intertwined hands to your chest.
Newt grinned in response, his body relaxing into yours.
“Just rest baby,” You felt him nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, his plump lips placing a kiss to your skin, “I’ve got you.”
You bit your lip in surprise, a sudden feeling of urgency rushing over you as your heart thumped against your chest. You were almost certain the Newt could hear the sound of it.
Turning your head slightly, you looked at Newt from the corner of your eye. Just then did you realise how close the two of you really were.
“Could you call me that again?” You whispered, clutching his hand closer to your chest and over your heart, loving the feeling of his arm wrapped around you, keeping you safe.
You could almost feel Newt smirking against your neck. He lifted himself up, using the arm that was wrapped around you to turn you over in one swift motion. You were now laying flat on your back with Newt hovering above you.
He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to contain a smile as his eyes wandered across your face. His warm hand that was situated at your side made it’s way underneath your shirt and jumper you were wearing to start tracing patterns into the skin of your hip.
He took a deep breath in, leaning in closer to brush the tip of his nose against the bridge of yours before whispering, “Baby.”
Then he closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours, to which you eagerly accepted. He worked his lips slowly against your own, finding a slow and sensual rhythm between the two of you as he pulled you closer, still tracing patterns into your warm skin that was once cold, but no longer.
You reached up, running your hand through the sandy blonde hair on the nape of his neck, kissing back with just as much passion.
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sub drop — monsta x
request: Hey so I'm not entirely sure if you accept reaction requests if not then a headcanon is fine I was wondering how a male reader would take care of sub monsta x during a sub drop possibly a mix of for some it's their first ever sub drop and for others it's not, tysm n ily!!
a/n: sorry this took forever 😭😭 i hope you like it :,)
word count: 1.8k
content: sub!monsta x, none are smutty :), sub drop obviously, use of a safeword (minhyuk’s part), aftercare, just general sub/dom things,
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son hyunwoo/shownu:
he can’t shake the feeling. he tries to just get over it, because while he obviously knows you care about him, he’s doesn’t want to let you know that anything is wrong. and he doesn’t even know what’s wrong with him.
it’s just that every time you’ve been holding him close, objectifying him in a way that he adores, making him feel like all he has to be is pretty to be worthy of praise, it doesn’t feel like it should. he’s so used to pressure, pressure, pressure. he’s used to high expectations, and he’s used to working hard because he can’t let people down. he’s always been adored, but with you, he doesn’t have to work for it.
and yet, it doesn’t have the same kick that it used to. he doesn’t get the high, airy, “in the clouds” feeling, at least not recently. he knows you can sense it, he’s a good actor but he’s not that good of an actor, and you can see it in his eyes. he’s getting uncomfortable and nervous.
“sweet bear,” you murmur as you wrap your arms around him, “what’s been going on with you? is everything alright?”
“i’m okay,” he responds blankly, but he holds you tightly like he doesn’t ever want to let you go, “i just haven’t been feeling great about… you know what recently.”
“ah, then that could be my fault. i need to take care of you better afterward. how about tonight we just relax, not as dominant and submissive, but just as lovers?”
“okay.”
lee hoseok/wonho:
you find him with tears on his cheeks as he cries silently. he either sobs unimaginably loud and buries himself into your arms for hours on end, or he’s quiet in your room with soft sniffles and hiccups heard from the other side of the door.
but he just lies there, crying. he looks so out of it, but in the worst way possible. he looks miserable, wallowing in the feelings that he’s silently submerged himself in hopes that you wouldn’t have to see him like this.
“hoseok, darling,” your words fill the room, and he’s suddenly so suffocated by all the darkness.
“please- i- please make it stop.”
you’re by his side in a second, “make what stop, baby?” he shakes his head, pulling you by your wrist onto the bed so you’re as close to him as possible as he cuddles and wraps himself around you like you’re a teddy bear, “sweetheart,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. he sighs comfortably with you close to him and playing with his hair always made him feel sleepy.
as the tears begin to stop, you lull him to sleep with little whispered nothings, “i love you, sweetheart. please let me know whenever you start to feel bad, okay? i want to be here for you.”
lee minhyuk:
it’s not like it never happens, but it’s still so unusual that it confuses him every time. it creeps up on him slowly until he’s lying beneath you, all dazed and under your control, with a sudden ache in his stomach. it’s anxiety and nervousness that he has no reason to be feeling, but he does.
he knows you wouldn’t want him to hide it, so he calls the safeword immediately, and the change in your expression and demeanor makes his heart swoon just a little bit. suddenly he’s free from the restraints and in your arms and you’re whispering sweet things to him, rubbing his chest to soothe the marks you’d left earlier.
“it's happening again,” he groans, “the thing we had talked about a while ago. when i started feeling bad all of a sudden.”
“ahh, okay. thanks for telling me, sweetheart,” you press a kiss to his forehead, “what i can do right now to help, besides the obvious aftercare stuff?”
“please just- tell me you didn’t mean the things you said to me.”
his plea makes your heart shatter just a bit, but you keep it together for his sake, “i meant none of it. you’re the most important and sweetest angel in my life, my darling sun. i could never mean it. you’re such a sweet soul, my perfect little vita-min,” he smiles softly, feeling so high and light, “i love you, min. don’t forget it.”
he's not mentally there enough to say it back, but you can feel it in the way he moves to hold your hand. you take it, and never let him go.
yoo kihyun:
kihyun is a good communicator… most of the time. he’s mostly gotten past the instinct to bury his feelings down and just deal with whatever’s happening because that had upset you in the past and he doesn’t like making you upset.
but he didn’t know how to verbalize these feelings that had slowly overtaken him. he’s never felt these paralyzing and hellish feelings before, they crept upon him, and the moment you were out that door, they hit him like a ton of bricks.
he wants to call out your name, he wants to cry, but he doesn’t. he can’t. he just lies there, swallowed up by the sheets as he suffocates on his own feelings.
“hey,” you whisper, catching his attention. he’s startled by your call, and you can see in his reaction and nervousness that he isn’t alright.
but he’s still kihyun, and this vulnerability he didn’t get to allow himself to show leaves him anxious, he doesn’t have a sense of control over his lack of control and it makes him uncomfortable.
“kihyun, baby, you’re alright,” you murmur as you kiss his forehead, “you’re okay. you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, just tell me what you need. do you want me here with you? or would you rather me go sit in the other room?”
“with me,” he groans, offering up a spot on the bed next to him, “i want to hold you,” he says. he looks so small right now, especially because his fiery, intense, yet loving personality is just so big that you forget that he’s this fragile little thing sometimes. in that moment, all you felt like doing was holding him tightly and never letting go, protecting him from all the bad things and bad feelings.
but that wasn’t what he wanted. he’s still your kihyun, and this is his way of feeling better, “okay,” you say, “hold me close, will you?”
chae hyungwon:
hyungwon is naturally kind of embarrassed that he’s submissive to you. he hides it well, but he still asks that it not be brought up to any extent in conversation that involves other people. to the world, hyungwon is the one in control, and only behind closed doors does he fall to his knees for you.
but, still, that nervousness and shyness and anxiety eats away at him, makes him feel small and unconfident, and he starts to distance himself emotionally whenever he’s unhappy for any reason. you had done nothing wrong, but hyungwon still hasn’t found peace with the nature of your relationship.
it’s not that he’s deprived of what he wants, but being yours is what he wants, he just can’t stand for anyone else to know that.
and so these bad feelings manifest every now and then, but you and him are used to them. he gives himself a few hours to wallow in them, to truly feel them, and then he asks for a cute little date night as a reminder that your relationship is built off of love and not just dominance over him.
and of course, he requests that you sweet talk him the whole night, “i love you, wonnie. don’t ever believe otherwise, you hear me? you’re my perfect little butterfly, so tall and gorgeous and sweet and kind and loving and absolutely perfect. there’s nothing i don’t adore about you.”
it seems to do the trick.
lee jooheon:
he can’t tell when it happens, but you spot it every time. he becomes somewhat hostile towards you, of course, the feelings aren’t exactly what he wants to feel but he can’t help the amount to which he just becomes harsh and closed off.
but he still listens, still smiles faintly when you hold his hand, “jooheon, sweetheart, im sorry we’ve been neglecting your needs to the point where you feel this way, can you please just talk to me? can you tell me how you feel?”
“i- i don’t feel good. i don’t feel good about anything we do usually, and i’m stuck on why. i’m not hurt, you took care of me well after every session. and i’m just-”
he doesn’t finish his sentence, but you find the right words for him, “frustrated that you don’t understand your feelings?”
“yeah… yeah that’s about right. i’m not mad at you, i just- im mad that i don’t understand why i feel so bad right now.”
“joo, baby, this isn’t irrational or not normal. it’s completely fine to feel like this, and in fact, i’m glad you’re so in tune with your feelings that you’re really trying to understand and feel them completely. hiding them won’t do anything.”
“so- what do we do now?” he asks.
“whatever you want, my sweet bee. you come first tonight.”
im changkyun/i.m:
it had been days since the session, and yet the bad feelings wait to hit him when he’s making breakfast for himself, without you there. he’s not at home and won’t be for a while, and subsequently doesn’t have you there with him.
with the time difference that he forgot to take into account, you’re asleep when he calls. he tries to apologize heavily for waking you up, but since he woke you up, you’re not letting him hang up unless he tells you why he called.
“i didn’t feel well emotionally all of a sudden, and i just wanted to be with you,” he murmurs, and it shatters all of your tired little heart, “and this is the best i’ve got right now. i’m sorry for bothering you while you were asleep, my love.”
“don’t apologize for prioritizing your needs, kyun. do you want to talk?”
“not… really??”
“alright, then i’ll stay on the call with you. im gonna try to go back to sleep, but please let me know if you want to talk. no sleep is more important than my angel.”
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Hello!! May I request a Helmut Zemo x Reader where he comforts them from a really bad nightmare? Maybe he whispers sweet phrases to them in his native language? The reader can be female or gender neutral, whichever one you feel most comfortable with!
A/n: Thanks for the request I loved writing it, we need more soft Zemo in our lives. I did she/her pronouns because I feel more comfortable writing it (despite preferring they/them myself like what’s up with that??) I hope you’re fine with the addition of a lullaby at the end I just couldn’t help myself.
I never will be far away - Zemo x F!Reader
German is being used as Sokovian, translations are in the text. The song is Lullaby by Billy Joel.
Thank you to @grazessa for translation help!
The soft moonlight shone onto Y/n’s face as she awoke with a gasp, sitting up with heaving breaths. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her nightmare as she sat in the silent bedroom, the darkness consuming nearly everything but the body of her husband beside her. She brought her knees to her chest and buried her face in them, the tears flowing from her eyes easily as her muffled sobs filled the once quiet room. She didn’t notice the soft sound of sheets rustling as her husband Helmut Zemo awoke beside her, his soft brown eyes looking at her with concern as she cried into her hands.
Zemo sat up, reaching out his hand and placing it on her back, gently rubbing circles into it with his thumb. “Liebling (darling), what’s wrong?” He asked softly, his voice raspy and accent thick from just waking it.
“It’s nothing important Helmut, go back to sleep, I’m sorry I woke you.” Y/n sniffled.
“Hey, hey.” He said softly, grabbing Y/n’s hands gently and holding them in his own large warm ones. It was surprising how a man who had killed so many and ruined countless lives could be this soft and warm. “If it’s bothering you it’s important. Please, I want to help you through this, I don’t like seeing you upset.”
Y/n let out a shuddering breath. “I’m just… I can’t bear the thought of you going back to prison. Every moment without you was painful, I felt as if I was suffocating on my own loneliness, and then I just had a nightmare of you being taken away from me again.” She clung onto Zemo, burying her face into his neck as sobs racked her body. He held her close silently, rocking her ever so slightly as his one hand played with the ends of her hair, the other rubbing her back soothingly.
“Schatz (sweetheart), I cannot promise I won’t be forced to leave you again, but I’ll do everything within my power to get back to you. You’re my wife, my true love, and it pains me to be away from you as much as it pains you.” He mumbled, eyes filling with tears. He wished to give her a better life. One where they could live in domestic bliss without the fear of the Dora or the government coming after him. A life where they could have a son and daughter running around cheerfully, lighting up rooms with their smiles. That was the kind of life Y/n deserved and it shattered Zemo’s heart that he wouldn’t be able to give her it.
“I wish things were different Schatz (sweetheart), I wish I could give you the peaceful life you deserve, but what I can do is cherish and protect you and pray that is enough, that I am enough.” He continued.
Y/n lifted her head out of the crook of his neck, pressing her forehead against his. “That is enough Helmut, you are enough. I just can’t stand to lose you a second time.”
“Liebling (darling), I will fight my way through anything to see you. I promise you darling, even if I am taken, I will never be far away.” He said, cupping her cheeks. “Now get some rest meine Liebe (my love), and sleep well knowing I won’t leave your side.”
Y/n gave him a sleepy nod, shuffling under the covers, the tears no longer falling down her face. Zemo sat beside her as she closed her eyes, his hands running through her hair while he began to softly sing. His voice wasn’t perfect and melodic, but to Y/n it was home, and led her to a peaceful sleep easily.
“Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes, And save these questions for another day. I think I know what you've been asking me, I think you know what I've been trying to say. I promised I would never leave you, Then you should always know, Wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be far away.”
Zemo paused as he heard the gentle snoring come from his wife’s sleeping body. “Schatz, du schaffst es irgendwie, schön auszusehen, selbst wenn du im Mondlicht schläfst. Ich verspreche dir von ganzem Herzen, dass ich dich niemals verlassen werde, egal was uns im Weg steht. Ich werde immer zurückkommen, meine Liebe, du bist mein Licht, meine Luft, mein Herz.” (Honey, you somehow manage to look beautiful even when you sleep in the moonlight. I promise you with all my heart that I will never leave you no matter what stands in our way. I will always come back, my love, you are my light, my air, my heart.)
He gently pressed his lips against Y/n’s head, vowing to himself he would do everything in his power to give Y/n the life she deserved, free of turmoil and strife. A life where they could grow old together without fear of him dying or being taken away. A life of domestic bliss.
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Dying in a bathtub - Hotchreid
Summary: Hotch gets nightmares and hides in the tub, so Spencer makes it comfy for him <3
Word count: 4.4k
Content warning: discussion and description of nightmares, smut, brief description of physical abuse, light angst, quite fluffy, happy ending <3
AO3
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The first time it happened Spencer woke up shivering, the cold of a missing body beside him seeped through the sheets chilled his bones. He braved a lazy glance to his bedside, squinting to see the alarm clock blinking big and aggressive red numbers. 05:25. Aaron must have gone out for a morning run, something Spencer never understood. In fact, his reasoning of ‘why run, when sleep?’ whenever Aaron attempted to get him to join always earned him an affectionate eye roll and kiss on the cheek, so why would he ever give that up? No promise of endless coffee can get Spencer Reid to wake up before 7am, much less for exercise.
Reluctantly the sleepy man made his way to the bathroom, knowing he might as well shower and get ready for work now, there’s no way he could get back to sleep without his human furnace of a boyfriend covering him completely. Only, through his grogginess he failed to notice the boyfriend-shaped body softly snoring in the tub.
So he padded over to the semi-closed shower curtain and blearily reached in to turn the water on for it to heat up while he got ready.
Almost as soon as the water turned on, a high-pitched shriek assaulted the young agent’s eardrums. Spencer did what, in his opinion, any caught-off-guard fully trained FBI agent would do— he squealed in shock and fell back on his ass. A moment later the shower curtain pulled back, revealing a very irritated -and very wet- Aaron Hotchner.
“Babe what the fuck,” the older man whined, wringing out his shirt and turning the freezing water off, “I was sleeping!”
“Oh this is my fault?!”
“Yes! Couldn’t you see me?!”
“I just woke up!”
“Me too!” Aaron pointed to his wet shirt as if to say you have no excuse for this.
Spencer let out a frustrated sigh and pushed himself up from the floor. Somehow he upset his boyfriend, he guesses apologies are on the table. He carefully stepped into the bathtub to face his dripping boyfriend and wrapped his arms around the soaking man’s neck, “I’m sorry,” he pouted quite prettily, “But honey, why were you sleeping in the tub?”
“I didn’t sleep in the tub. I went to sleep in our bed, then you woke me up in the tub.” Aaron grumbled.
Spencer thought Aaron looked positively insane. His eyes focused on the older man’s pupils as his hands checked for a fever.
“Do you have a concussion?” He couldn’t help but fret about the man who is usually so well put together. He was obviously in distress though what kind of distress completely eluded the dry man. Aaron waved Spencer’s worried hands away from his face, “No. Spence, I’m telling you, I didn’t sleep in the bathtub.”
“Then how did you get here?”
Aaron shrugged and swatted Spencer’s nosy hands away that were trying to inspect the grumpy man for any injuries, “Who knows? Let’s get some breakfast.” He calmly stepped out of the tub and headed out, leaving Spencer confused (for once).
“... But it’s 5 am.”
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Two nights later, it happened again. But this time Spencer awoke to the sound of sobbing. His heart just about broke in two at the sight of Aaron curled in on himself in the porcelain tub, shaking and covered in sweat.
The Unit Chief used to have terrors most nights. After Foyet, all of life’s problems seemed to unravel in his dreams. The sounds and images were so vivid that upon waking up he believed he had done what he’d dreamed. That he’d hurt his family or that Foyet had come back to finish the job.
During hard cases, Aaron would forgo sleep completely, knowing his mind would only haunt him with terror beyond his conscious capabilities. It left him exhausted and agitated for the rest of the investigation. The team and LEOs got frustrated but none had the guts to confront him, except for one young agent who took special notice of his boss.
So Spencer stepped in, and after weeks of getting closer and learning more about each other than they had in the past five years of working together, Aaron digressed and accepted the help that was offered. The following three months ensued so smoothly, the therapy was helping and Aaron couldn’t believe he was sleeping full nights again. He knew it was all thanks to Spencer, who had taken up a very special place in his heart. Aaron knew that Spencer would always be there when he woke up, like an anchor. Something real to hold on to and keep him in place.
It had been a while since Aaron had such a bad episode, luckily Spencer knew just what to do and jumped right into action. Without missing a beat, the younger man climbed into the tub and sat by Aaron’s head, taking hold of one of his white-knuckled fists and gently coaxing it open by rubbing his thumbs from the palm to the back of the hand. Constant pressure, soothing, real. With one hand he threaded his fingers through the brunette’s damp hair, stroking softly at his scalp, willing his nightmare mind to latch onto the familiar touch.
“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He murmured sweetly like a mantra.
Eventually Aaron’s panicked sobs dissolved into pained whimpers, his body lost some of its tension, allowing for Spencer to gently lift his boyfriend’s head into his lap and off the hard floor of the tub. The whimpers died down to light trembles and Spencer shushed him comfortingly, continuing to sooth him with gentle strokes to his head. Slowly Aaron’s eyes opened and Spencer felt the moment panic set in. The taller man’s breathing quickened and tension returned to his body, frozen in fear. God, Spencer should have turned the lights on.
“It’s just me, darling. You’re home, Aaron. This is home. You’re safe.”
Aaron trembled more, his eyes glazed over as if reliving the nightmare, “Shhh you’re safe.”
Spencer placed a feathery kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead that seemed to anchor him immediately. Tentatively, Aaron looked up at his rescuer, relieved to be in his lover's arms and away from the nightmare universe that had felt so real. He burrowed further into Spencer’s lap, wrapped his shaking arms around his boyfriend’s steady hips. He tried to focus on Spencer’s heartbeat in an attempt to regulate his own. Spencer was warm, Spencer was safe. Always safe.
“Foyet?” Spencer asked cautiously, breath fanning over the older’s forehead. Aaron stilled at the name then nodded. The younger man knows that Aaron needs to talk about it immediately, even if it’s terrifying. It allows him to discern dreams from reality, so that the events and sensations of the night terror don’t ingrain themselves into the man’s memories of reality .
“... and Scratch,” Aaron gulped, “They had Jack. I couldn’t... I didn’t know what was real. Couldn’t tell if it was really Jack. He made me hurt him. Oh god, Spence… I hurt him.” Sobs wracked the pained man’s body once again, unable to forget the horror of the dream. Spencer rocked them back and forth.
“Shh… Jack is fine, he’s at Jess’s. You would never hurt him, Aaron.”
Aaron was spent, he couldn’t muster up the energy to talk. He fell asleep once more in his partner’s comforting hold.
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The next morning they woke up with aching muscles from being in the bathtub for so long. Spencer couldn’t help but be worried about his boyfriend. There was definitely something going on, and though he respected Aaron’s privacy immensely, he was afraid of the older man getting into a dangerous situation. Was he sleepwalking to the bathroom? What if he tripped and hit his head on the edge of the tub? But most importantly, why were Aaron’s nightmares leading him to the bathtub?
Spencer nuzzled Aaron’s neck in an effort to wake him up a bit more. “Darling, we need to talk about this.” The worry in Spencer’s voice was audible and prompted Aaron to sit up and sigh deeply. He didn’t think this part of his life would ever come back up to the surface, he’d avoided thinking about it for decades and he didn’t know what triggered the habit to resurface. But now it’s affected Spencer, and he knew he couldn’t keep the love of his life in the dark, but some things were so hard to talk about.
Aaron found himself panicking again, flashes of Foyet and his father clouding his mind once more. Images of Sean taking cover in Aaron’s arms while their father pounds on the bathroom door-
“I know. I-” He was cut off with the sweetest kiss.
“You can take your time sweetheart. No rush.”
Even at this stage in their relationship, Aaron wasn’t used to being treated so well. The kindness that naturally radiated off his boyfriend was enough to make his insides melt, the understanding words never ceased to choke him up. But he knew Spencer would be there to put him back together once he gave him all his pieces. He buried his face in the younger’s neck, breathing in the scent of his shampoo, relaxing into his hold. Spencer wrapped his arms around Aaron’s lean form, offering a safe space. Aaron had never been this vulnerable with anyone before his relationship with Spencer.
After a moment of just holding each other, Aaron’s breathing mellowed out and his voice cracked as he explained everything.
“After Sean was born, my dad started drinking. He’d always been somewhat aggressive, scary even. He- he’d get angry and take it out on my mom… and if she wasn’t there... But when he started drinking it got a thousand times worse. I vowed to myself to protect Sean at all costs, I promised him I would never let our dad get to him. So I took the brunt of it when he was sober. But when he was drunk… he would chase us, try to get to Sean specifically. He was just a little kid 5 or 6, I was 15. He would scour the house to find Sean so I took him and locked us in the only room in the house with a lock… the bathroom. I’d carry Sean in my arms and make a run for it. I blocked off the door with a cabinet and we sat in the tub until he passed out.. My dad couldn’t get in but he would pound on the door so loudly, his voice was so angry-”
Aaron inhaled hard, the grip on the back of Spencer’s shirt tightened and his breathing shallowed. Spencer continued rubbing soothing circles on his back, allowing Aaron to take his time.
“The bathtub was the only safe space for Sean and I. We spent whole nights in there, waiting for my dad to pass out. Sometimes we’d tell stories, play games, but other times we cried and I covered his ears with my hands, not wanting him to hear the horrible things our dad was saying. This went on until I went to college, I tried to take Sean with me but my mother wouldn’t allow it. My dad died a year later, when Sean was 9.
“I- because of that, if any of us had nightmares we’d go into the bathroom and sleep in the tub, because no one could get to us in there.”
Aaron swallowed thickly and timidly looked up to the honey-haired man. Had he sounded pathetic?
But Spencer cupped his cheek once again and kissed him lovingly.
“Thank you for telling me. You’re the strongest person I know, Aaron. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that.”
Aaron’s heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through his chest. He swallowed down all his uncertainties and let Spencer in, he was proud of himself. Both of them yawned in succession, still exhausted from last night and uncomfortable from sleeping in the bathtub.
With a cheeky grin the younger man announced, “Let’s go to bed, I’ll get us the day off.” Aaron was so grateful.
While he called in sick, Spencer had an idea, and he knew just who to call.
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“Boy Wonder! How wonderful to hear from you on this frabjous day! We miss you and the Bossman dearly. We are definitely… working. Work is happening, and we’re doing it, and it’s getting done. You can trust me on that. Definitely no piñatas in the break room, where would we even find one on such short notice? Emily doesn’t even know where to get balloons! Anyway, what magical service may I bestow upon thee today, my little lord?”
Spencer bit back a chuckle, “Hi Penelope. Listen I need some advice on… interior decorating-”
Immediately, he got cut off by a squeal, “I’m on my way!”
“No! Garcia- after work-”
The line goes flat.
“Dammit. I should’ve just texted JJ.”
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Despite her best efforts, the rest of the team did not let Penelope leave the BAU for a ‘design emergency’. Fortunately for Spencer, that gave him some time to plan what he wanted to do while cooking lunch for his sleeping beauty.
After a full meal of soup and grilled cheese, Hotch retreated to the living room hoping to watch some History Channel with Spencer. They love watching the conspiracy shows together and debunking the awful propositions. Though Hotch learned quite surprisingly that Spencer is very open to the idea of aliens on Earth. However, he has a suspicion that that’s mostly wishful thinking on the part of Spencer's inner child. Nevertheless, it’s adorable and Hotch was excited for it, and waiting patiently for Spencer to finish cleaning himself up.
Before he could question what was taking so long, their doorbell rang a sweet lullabye sound (they had to change it from the awful buzzing that it was- it was too overwhelming for Spencer). Not expecting any company, Hotch was puzzled as to who could be at their door.
“Who is it?” He spoke through the intercom.
“Bossman! Sorry to hear about your incurable case of Work Sickness! If you could let me up, I brought you some warm soup!-”
Spencer bounded through the foyer from the bedroom, practically hopping over furniture and knocking down a flower arrangement, “I got it! I got it!” he heaved frantically.
“Babe, what’s Garcia doing in front of our building on a weekday?”
“Nothing Aar don’t worry about it, Penelope and I are just going out for lunch, see you later!”
Spencer grabbed his satchel and was out the door.
“But- Spencer you just had lunch!” The curly haired man was already running down the steps, “Bye!”
It was Hotch’s turn to be left alone and confused.
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In Penelope’s car, Spencer explained his idea to Penelope, without going saying too much about Hotch’s nightmares. In true Penelope fashion, the bubbly bits-and-bobs connoisseur knew the perfect place to get what Spencer needed. Penelope dragged Spencer around the independently-owned home goods boutique like a lost puppy for about two hours. She ended up with more bags for herself and Sergio than what Spencer needed.
A few texts and one missed call from Hotch wondering what the hell was taking Spencer so long prompted them to leave. Spencer thanked Penelope in front of their apartment and air kissed her goodbye, promising to show up at girl’s night next week..
Spencer walks into the foyer as quietly as possible and hides the bags behind the living room’s entertainment center.
“Spencer?”
“Yeah! I’m home!”
Aaron walked out of their bedroom with a soft smile. His round glasses were on, meaning he’s been reading… or looking at case files.
“Are you going through the case?” Spencer scolded.
The bespectacled man didn’t waver. “There’s something the victim’s parents said that doesn’t add up, they said that every Thursday Mandy went to soccer practice after school and swim practice in the next town over in the evenings. She takes the bus so if the unsub was stalking her he’d either have to take the same bus and risk getting caught or have a car- which goes against our age profile- so that would mean there’s someone driving him. Spencer, there are TWO unsu-” He was cut off by being pulled into a kiss. He hummed into it and wrapped his arms around Spencer’s slender waist, pulling them closer together. When they pulled apart Spencer whispered “Two unsubs. The team knows, they’re working on it. You-” he tapped his finger on the older’s chin for emphasis, “need to relax today.”
The resulting pretty pout was swiftly kissed away. None of that now.
“But I don’t know how to relax. I’m Aaron Hotchner, stoic as a statue, stern glare extraordinaire, Mr. Emotionless…”
Spencer rolled his eyes and trailed his hands down Aaron’s hard chest, “I know how to make you relax…” The other man grinned “Oh is that right?” Spencer smirked and led his boyfriend to the couch.
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That night when Aaron was gone to bed, Spencer quietly retrieved the bags from behind the TV and set his plan in motion.
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He’s trembling. And he can’t recognize his own thoughts, he can’t think straight, all he can see is his son- and Haley with terror written all over their faces.
He barely registers the sound of Jack’s wailing because, as if from right behind his ear, he hears a voice that he interprets as his own thought ‘shoot him’.
‘What?’
‘Pull the trigger’
He looks back up to his sobbing, terrified son, and without hesitation- click- BOOM-
Aaron bolted up from the bed, gasping for breath. His eyes darted around the dark. Jack? Where is he- Jack ohmygod-
His vision landed on Spencer’s sleeping form, breathing shallowly and folded into himself like a pretzel, sleeping soundly like an angel. Spencer. Real. Safe. He took a deep breath to regulate his heart. In for 4, hold, out for 6, repeat. This was exhausting.
Groggily, Aaron slipped out from under the covers and headed to the bathroom to get a drink of water and maybe splash his face a little. He thought of getting into the bathtub for the comfort he desperately needed right now, but he’d be embarrassed if Spencer found him in there again. Who does that? But nothing could have prepared Aaron for the sight before him when he opened the door.
Lights. Yellow, green, purple electric lights on strings, illuminating the room in a beautiful calming glow. They were suspended from the curtain rod of the bathtub, taped to the walls. Gorgeously scented candles perched on the sink, some on the ground, a few tea lights lining the edge of the tub. It smelled glorious and comforting and Aaron couldn’t tell what it was. Pine? Sandalwood? Campfire?
The most breath-taking part was the inside of the bathtub. Patterned sheets hung from the walls and draped over to form a delicate roof. Fluffy pillows perfectly laid out to coat every inch of the porcelain interior, and soft blankets piled on top for added comfort. Lights lined the inside of the sheet tent as well, it looked fantastical. Like something out of a book.
Aaron was floored, to say the least. Was this what Spencer had been doing today? He was flooded by a new emotion, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Spencer had done all of this for him? To make him feel safe?
He was still standing just barely in the room, taking everything in and getting emotional when he heard soft footsteps behind him and felt Spencer’s long arms slink around his waist. A chin hooked over his shoulder and a kiss was pressed to his neck.
“Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?”
Aaron nodded, “You did all this… for me?” A tinge of awe decorated his voice.
“Yeah,” his boyfriend whispered back, “So you don’t hurt yourself when you sleep in here.”
Aaron felt stupid for ever thinking his wonderful, thoughtful boyfriend would ever feel embarrassed by him. Of course Spencer took everything he admitted seriously, of course Spencer cared about what he’s been through, Spencer cares… that's what he’s been feeling. Taken care of. Important. For once in his life, he feels like he’s allowed to let himself be loved.
The stunned man seemed to be frozen in place, not knowing how to respond. His mind was overwhelmed with love for his boyfriend. Spencer pulled away and grabbed the older’s hands, Aaron let himself be led to the makeshift fort.
They climbed in together, careful not to knock over any of the burning candles. Spencer settled on one end of the tub and pulled Aaron into him before he could even think of not cuddling with him. He made space with his legs for his boyfriend to settle between, chest pressed to back, arms wrapped around his love. Safe, warm, and comfortable in a sea of cushions like twin yolks in a shell.
Laying here, in his lover's arms, surrounded by low tranquil lights, and the gentle rise and fall of Spencer’s chest, Aaron felt as serene as he’d ever been. Spencer slid warm hands under Aaron’s shirt, bringing one up to rest cozily on his heart. Aaron turned his head and nuzzled further into Spencer’s neck, feeling the familiar tingle of the man’s touch and murmured a low hum of approval.
Spencer’s other hand, that wasn’t on Aaron’s heart, was used to tip the taller man’s chin up to look at him.
“I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind,” he cooed, “sometimes it’s impossible to take yourself out of that world. But in our home, Aaron, I want you to feel safe and protected at all times. I want you to be vulnerable and unashamed. You’re free to be everything you are in here, and I hope that you feel you can be everything you are with me, too.”
Aaron lost himself in his partner’s deep gaze, glorious hazel eyes boring into him. Completely enamored by the words spoken to him, all he could do was nod and lick his lips, trying to regulate his heart rate for a completely different reason now. Spencer had never been so… authoritative before and his sincere but stern tone sent thrilling sparks down his spine. A blush rose up his neck.
Spencer tracked the slow movement of Aaron’s tongue sliding over his bottom lip, and didn’t fight the impulse to drag his thumb over it. “You’re always safe with me.” He barely whispered before angling his head down to catch those lips in a languid kiss. Aaron sighed into it, waiting a little while before pushing himself up to fix their awkward angle. He positioned them so that Spencer was laid down flat on his back, allowing Aaron to lay between his legs once more, chest to chest. They tangled themselves in each other, lips colliding again like a match to a box, igniting a fire in the both of them.
Both were still tired from waking up in the middle of the night, but the desire coursing through their bodies was a more pressing matter. Spencer lifted his hands to frame his lover’s neck and wrapped his legs loosely around his waist, inviting Aaron to grind down onto him, both already half hard from the anticipation. Spencer groaned into Aaron’s mouth. A sound that went right to Aaron’s dick.
They explored each other’s bodies with a youthful novelty, eager to feel more skin. Never once pulling their lips apart. Aaron slipped his hands under Spencer’s shirt and shoved it up under his arms, digging his fingers into those delicious hips. Finally he broke away from the kiss to pepper the younger’s face with sweet ones. Aaron’s heart grew three sizes at Spencer’s soft giggles and let out a low laugh of his own. How ridiculous were they, making out like teenagers in a bathtub fort? Neither much cared to answer that question though, because the impatient genius bucked his hips up to meet his boyfriend’s, who was still in his boxers, let’s get those off.
Spencer eagerly reached for Aaron’s underwear and palmed at his bulge just until he heard that impatient sound from him. He pulled the man’s cock out now fully hard and dripping with precum. A groan escaped the both of them at the sight and sensation. They wasted no time in getting Spencer out of his nerdy physics flannel pajama pants, and grinded their dicks together. Lighting sparked right through the both of them, Aaron balanced himself on one arm near Spencer’s head and took both of their lengths into his right hand.
The rub of their slick cocks together was spectacular as Aaron kept a slow and steady pace, making sure to draw out all the best sounds he knew Spencer could make by nipping at his neck, where he knew the younger man was ticklish. Spencer whined at the excruciating pace, turning into a desperate whimpering mess. Making Spencer wait was so fun.
Spencer’s hands find grip in Aaron’s short hair, keeping him close, feeling the pull of Aaron's big hand on his dick and grinding up to meet him. It’s intoxicating bliss, being taken over the edge by the man he loves.
Their worlds minimized to just the slide of their cocks and the lips on their skin. The whimpering man felt the familiar build up in his abdomen, moaning freely now as he chased his orgasm, guiding Aaron’s hand with his own to feel his touch everywhere.
“Yeah baby,” Aaron encouraged, his own orgasm coming on quickly, “Cum for me baby.”
Spencer sputtered his release over both of their hands and stomachs, momentarily suspended in the intense bliss of his orgasm. He laid there spent, feeling like putty in Aaron’s hands, and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. He took his lover’s cock in hand and pumped him quickly, thumbing the head of his dick on each upstroke. Aaron came with a groan and a shudder, his arms gave out. They laid there catching their breaths for a while, ignoring the drying stickiness between them and tracing slow patterns on each other’s skin. They were so lucky to have each other.
“How are we going to shower now?” Aaron looked up and pouted.
“There’s a perfectly good sink just 5 feet away.” They laughed, Aaron pulled a blanket over them.
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