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xxsabitoxx · 3 months
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Fushiguro Megumi hates it when you get injured.
Something about it, no matter how big or small the injury is, just gets under his skin and pisses him off. Which comes off has him being mad at you, unfortunately. It’s not his intention, fuck no, he’s just so upset it happened in the first place.
It’s not till you get injured bad that you realize he’s not mad at you, rather, he’s mad at himself. There is a lingering guilt in Megumi’s eyes when you get hurt, as if he failed you.
“You know this isn’t your fault, right?” You had questioned late one night, laying in an infirmary bed with an IV in your arm because Shoko’s technique and the curse’s attack were not working well together. Meaning you were on strict bed rest until you were fully healed. Megumi hated that too, of course.
He didn’t answer, instead he flipped the page of his book with pursed lips. “I’m talking to you, Meg. It’s rude to ignore.” That got to him, closing his book slowly as he dragged his eyes up the bed to look at you. “You know this isn’t your fault, right?”
You repeated your previous statement, knowing he heard you the first time but he wouldn’t answer unless you asked again. “Yeah.” His tone was low, not convincing whatever. “Liar.” You shot back, moving your arm to rub your tired eyes.
Megumi watched the tube move with you, the dark liquid slowly dripping from the bag down the line and into your veins. “I’m not lying.” He nearly spat, anger bubbling in his gut at the sight of the retched medical machinery you were hooked too.
You sighed, “I’m sorry for getting hurt. I know it’s frustrating and all but li-“ but Megumi was cutting you off with a near incredulous look. “What?” Was all he said, leaving you to blink at him as you tried to wrap your head around his confusion.
“Y-you’re mad cause I’m careless, right? Because I keep weighing you down by getting myself injured?” You stated this as if it were factual, watching Megumi’s face morph into one of genuine bewilderment and mild offense.
“No?! What the fuck makes you think that?!”
"Because... you don't talk to me for like three days after the fact?" Megumi couldn't exactly fight you on that. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it really did come off that way. "I...shit no that's not..." he tossed his book on your bed, hands coming up to rub his face as he tried to collect his thoughts.
"I'm not mad at you. I've never once been mad at you for getting injured. I just..." he sighed, turning to look at you now "...I just get frustrated with myself. I don't like seeing you hurt, it makes me feel like I didn't do enough. Then, I sit here promising myself to do better for you the next time we go out on a mission together, and then we end up right back here. With you in a hospital bed."
Megumi's face had turned a shade of pink. He always felt fidgety having these kinds of conversations. Especially with you, especially about his feelings. "Oh..." you started, mulling over his words carefully before sighing. "You can't beat yourself up over this stuff, Megumi. It's my life and my choice to be a sorcerer. Getting hurt is part of the job." You watched him shift in his chair.
"I know it's part of the job. I just don't like seeing you get hurt. Especially when I'm supposed to be supporting you. We're supposed to look out for each other on these missions and I keep failing you." Megumi's eyes darted anywhere around the room, hands folding neatly as he tried not to seem nervous.
"Megumi." You stated it bluntly, praying he'd look up. He did, of course, he did. For some reason, he couldn't deny you when you said his name like that. "C'mere." you whispered, motioning him to sit on the edge of your bed. He listened, getting up to move the small distance and trying his best to keep you stable as the bed dipped.
"You can't go on with your life quietly beating yourself up for things that are out of your control... and mine for that matter." Your hand carefully reaches up to touch his cheek, smiling at the warmth burning under your fingertips. Megumi looks at you, head-turning reluctantly. "I love you too much to let you feel guilty."
Quiet. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The look on Megumi's face was utterly priceless. Pure disbelief. No way he heard you correctly. His tired mind and sore back must be playing tricks on him. "You... what?" He croaked, brows furrowing in denial. You smile, huffing out a laugh. "I said I love you, Megumi."
He wasn't sure how to act in that moment. Every word he could think of was fizzling out before it could reach his mouth. Instead of killing himself trying to respond verbally, Megumi did the only thing he could think of. A surprised squeak left you as his lips pressed against yours, hands shaking as they gingerly cupped your cheeks.
The kiss itself lasted maybe twenty seconds, leaving you a little breathless from being unprepared as he pulled away. "I... guess that means you love me too?" you teased him, a grin on your face. Softly, Megumi huffed out a laugh before responding.
"Yeah, it means I love you too."
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Started this a few days ago and didn’t even realize it was Megumi’s birthday today! So, happy birthday, Meg :)
Hope you enjoyed! - May
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Random Simon 'Ghost' Riley headcanons
sfw and nsfw
pairing: l.t. Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader (cod mw)
tags/tw: domestic stuff, afab!reader, size!kink, dirty talk
a/n: and of course a few HC's for Ghostie as well🤭
Simon 'Ghost' Riley MASTERLIST
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-you know those mascots in full-body costumes? Yeah, Ghost hates those, gets on edge each time he sees one. He just gets this uncomfortable feeling in his body bc why go around masked like that?
-yes, he's aware of the irony
-your first kiss, technically, happened with his mask on,
-he wanted to kiss you but wasn't ready to commit fully, showing you his face meant a lot and he wasn't there, yet, so he just kinda directed your face from the TV to him by your chin and pressed his lips to yours despite the clothing concealing them
-you don't scare easily, even if he would disagree, but when having a shadow the size of him creeping up on you silently, which should be physically impossible for someone his size, it always makes you jump
-Ghost enjoys it for some reason, always repressing a smile when you gasp and clutch your chest with a hissed 'Simon!' despising that you never got used to it
-what you don't know is that he actively makes it harder for you, always staying in your blind spot when coming up behind you, silencing his step just like he does on stealth missions
-standard case of you falling first but he fell harder, it was a slow endeavour getting to know him, even slower when you started dating and he demanded that things wouldn't be rushed, but once he opened up he was practically already in love with you considering he rarely did open up to people
-he doesn't like gifts
-contrary to what people think, it's not because he doesn't know how to react, closer to the truth is that he's picky and doesn't like random things coming in surprises
-that's why Ghost always keeps a list of things he wants or is in interested in buying, one that you have unaltered access to just to keep track if you ever feel like gifting him something for a special occasion or if other people come to you when he just won't answer what he wishes for read Soap
-the ONLY casual gift he doesn't mind is when you get him a book, within reason of course bc yeah, he likes to read
nsfw below the cut
-on the topic of books, he doesn't read romantic stuff, if it isn't a book you push into his hands, then he knows what's between the pages: raunchy ass stuff you more often than now want him to act out, leaving you nervously giggling and then panting when he fully went into the role of fucking you silly
-another thing about Ghost that people think, but is wrong, is that he always so reserved
-this man can run his fucking mouth when he wants to
-perhaps others just don't notice, because he doesn't do it with them, but when you're by his side his face is for the most part ducked in level with your ear, making it his mission to rile you up enough so you're the one who grits out 'we're leaving '
-and the cocky bastard knows he will manage too, your resolve wearing down quick when he whispers stuff like 'pretty necklace, lovie, would rather it was my hand wrapped around your throat' and if he manages to catch you off-guard with that, mouth agape kinda surprised, he'll muse 'pretty little mouth like that’ll send a man wild'
-in the Riley household, there's one particular rule: if you buy any piece of clothing, either online or in-store, you're going to model it for Ghost
-doesn't matter what it is, he's gonna sit down in the living room waiting for you to come out for him to drink in your pretty self
-he always twirls a finger in a sign for you to spin around, not because he has any sense of fashion more than the normal man, he just likes to see all how your clothes flatter your figure
-and if it just so happens you only bought a pair of pretty panties or a flattering bra, his rule applies to those too, with the addition you'll come out in only those
-and so help you, but if your tits are on display or that pretty cunt of yours bared, he will not only make you spin but curl his finger, beckoning you towards him
-usually ends with you in his lap as he either plays and sucks at your nipples or you grind against his growing bulge before riding him
-guilty pleasure of his? your obsession with his arms and tattoos
-when you first started seeing each other, he always noticed how your eyes strayed to the ink peeking forth from his long-sleeved clothing, when you both got more comfortable and you saw him without a hoodie constantly, the way you drooled at his bulging biceps made it difficult adhering to his own rule of things going slow
-in fact, the first time you slept together was a consequence of your intrusive thoughts winning during a cuddling session
-you'd been positioned in-between his legs, running your hand over his arm curled around your waist, gaze following those delicious lines running along his forearm and then you just... dragged your tongue over his bicep, licking a long wet stripe on the muscle that tensed upon feeling your tongue
-there was a rumble against your back and a 'what the fuck was that?' making you glance up at Ghost with a sheepish smile with some explanation he didn't fucking buy for a second
-it ended with the both of you kneeling on Ghost's bed as he fucked you from behind, his arms circled around your neck, your nails digging into his forearm, a moaning mess as if you didn't know he killed men just like this but in a tighter chokehold
-so that's why he always wraps his tattooed arm around your front when you cuddle with him behind you, most time also seating himself on your right side, offering you the opportunity to trace the intricate lines decorating his skin
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silasours · 28 days
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ৎ⸝⸝⠀FAVORITE DATES . —
#pairing : lucifer, angel dust, alastor x gn reader #cw : fluff honestly, idk what else to tell you. a bit of crack perhaps? reader specializes in photography for lucifer and alastor's part. #summary : their favorite kind of date with you + drabble for each of them. #note : extremely in need of fluff and comfort from lucifer specifically atm, so here i am writing for him + a few others :3 hope this will cheer you up as how it did to me.
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ʚ LUCIFER .
lucifer loves bringing you to the prettiest places he can find. he'd wrap you tightly in his arms, unfurling his wings and allowing them to warm up with gentle flaps. he reassures you every time before take-off, his legs gently pushing the both of you from the handrail of your balcony as his feathered blades softly fanned the still air, flying at a steady and comfortable pace. if you request for him to stop mid air for a picture, he'll gladly do so until you get the perfect shot of the scenery in hell.
the sin filled air gently brushes past your face, your hands holding dearly onto lucifer as well as your camera. you take note of every detail you can get from the places where lucifer flies by, the sparkle in your eyes never fading ever since he suggested another one of your favorite dates. his heart melts every time he sees your excitement, a soft smile unknowingly creeping up onto his lips.
"darling, could you do me a favor and close your eyes for a moment? we're about to arrive at the special place i mentioned." with a nod, you close your eyelids gently; all you can see now is the weak light that shines through your eyelids. lucifer mutters a quick thank you, pressing a sweet kiss onto your forehead and increasing his speed through the air. you can hear the sounds of his wings flapping louder than before.
it wasn't long until everything came to a halt, lucifer slowly lowering the both of you from the air until the ground came in contact with your feet. you can practically hear the excitement in lucifer's voice. he cups your eyes from behind, fingers blocking the light that was previously visible through your eyelids as he guides you to walk around the unfamiliar surroundings step by step. "almost there, i just know you'll love it."
"getting impatient here, luci." you state playfully with a light chuckle, following his guide with your hands clutching onto the camera hanging from your neck. "alright. on three, i'll be removing my hands from your eyes. don't get too sucked up by the beautiful view by then,"
a sense of exuberance bubbles inside of you as you listen to his countdown, an uncontrollable smile stretching your lips. "and.. three." lucifer removes his hands from your face, the brightness stinging your eyes which took you a short moment to adjust to the lightning. you blink, the breathtaking scenery displayed in front of you sucked your breath away immediately. the sky is a beautiful shade of red and purple that perfectly med together, and the sunbeams illumined the immediate surroundings, partly obscuring the sky-high mountains a great distance ahead.
the scenery stole your ability to speak for minutes before you snapped back to reality, throwing yourself into lucifer's arms. you wrap your arms around his lean figure, feeling him returning your tight hug as well. "thank you for bringing me here! oh satan, this will be perfect for my collection."
you claim with a sing-song tone, abruptly pulling away from the hug to start taking perfect shots of the scenery before losing the chance to. you need the pictures in your camera, and you're not going home until you're satisfied. you take your time to perfect every angle and lightning, fully absorbed by photography at the moment.
lucifer watches you from the side, his gaze fixated on your every movement and the excitement that displays on your face, leaning his weight further onto his cane. it's always moments like this that remind him how deeply in love he is with you, always causing him to fall in love all over again.
ʚ ANGEL DUST .
there is no designated spot, but angel loves going on shopping sprees with you. he calls it the ideal date; going for spa, clothing, accessories, you name it. he loves the idea of spoiling each other, where the both of you would take turn to pay for anything the both of you got. the both of you will talk and laugh about anything while walking, hips practically linked together as you walk. at the end of everything, the two of you will sit together at the place where you both first met, silently appreciating each other's comforting presence while talking about memories you shared together.
"oh baby, look at these gems they're sellin'!" angel pulls you by the arm, pressing himself against the wide glass window with multiple sunglasses on display. one particular design caught his eye; it's displayed in the middle among the others. with his toothy grin widening, he glances at you with a click on the tongue. "i say we hit the jackpot t'day, dont'cha agree?"
"jackpot indeed, these babies are definitely worth it. shall we head in and get ourselves a matching pair of them?" you link your arm with his as he presses a quick kiss onto your forehead, mumbling a small 'ya know me so well' before walking into the store with you. the welcome bell rings the moment you push the door open, the store owner's head shooting up from the cashier almost immediately. a wide smile appears on their face, excited to welcome the both of you while jogging towards your direction.
"welcome, welcome! what an honor to have the famous couple visiting my little store. has anything caught your eyes, my dear? or would you like me to pair you up with some that matches you?" the owner clasped their hands together beside their face, their gaze constantly shifting between you and angel, feeling absolutely thrilled.
angel points his thumb towards the same glasses he told you about outside the store, shifting his weight to one leg. "are those still available? we'll take two of 'em please." giving a quick glance at the direction angel is pointing at, the owner nods with their eyes lighting up.
"fabulous choice, they're the customer's all-time favorite! you're in luck today, there are only two stocks left. i'll go grab them for you."
the owner turns their back and walks towards the big shelves storing nicely packaged sunglasses. with a brief scan, they reach out to grab the two boxes on one of the shelves. the boxes are rose gold while the others are white, making them easy to look for. they jog towards you and angel, holding out the two boxes in their hands. "all nice and packed, the glasses you asked for! go ahead and try them on, I'll be waiting behind the counter."
you accept the boxes with a mutter of 'thank you', passing one of the boxes to angel. he whistles, practically ripping the glasses out from the box. "these babies are prettier up close! feelin' sexier with them on, what 'bout you?" you chuckle at angel's claim, playfully rolling your eyes at him before trying the sunglasses on. the light around your eyes instantly grows soft and comfortable, allowing your eyes to relax while looking around.
"how do i look? they feel perfect on me."
"absolutely perfect!" angel exclaims while throwing his arms up in the air, unable to contain the excitement in his voice. his smile is wide enough to flash the golden tooth he has as his arm embrace your waist, his upper pair of his arm pinching your cheek playfully. "if it looks perfect on me, it'll definitely look perfect on ya."
you laugh, pressing a kiss onto his hand that pinched your cheek. "whatever you say, dear. now let me go pay for these then we'll be done with shopping." he tags along as you pay for the sunglasses, thanking the store owner before exiting. you walk down the street with your arm linked with angel's, your sunglasses sitting neatly on the top of your head.
"headin' to the garden t'day?" angel questions while walking down the familiar street with you. you nod, keeping your gaze up ahead. "nonsense, 'course we are. it's something we do after every date, my favourite part actually."
ʚ ALASTOR .
alastor values quality time together, which results in long walks being his favorite dates with you. he always has the best places to take you on walks, sometimes even preparing a gift for you if he manages to get his hands on one. the walk would most likely be filled with comfortable silence unless you're a chatty one, to which alastor would be more than happy to listen. he's a great listener, after all, listening to you talk makes him feel content as well. physical affection will be reduced in public, but if you're in a secluded area and he's comfortable enough, you may receive some small affectionate kisses; on your hands especially.
your surroundings are almost dead silent; these sinners either do their best to avoid alastor - the radio demon, or whisper about the both of you. not that you mind, you prefer things staying as it is since neither of you would have to worry about anyone disrupting your peaceful little date. with a hum, you adjust your sleeves, parting your lips to spark up yet another topic that so happened to cross your mind.
"have i told you about the new pictures i've taken recently?" you flash him a smile, excited to share your new works for photography. with an acknowledged hum, alastor gently shakes his head as he keeps his hands neatly folded behind him. "i suppose you have not. do enlighten me, my dear." you're delighted that he's willing to listen as always; something about it just draws you more towards his charm.
"gladly! you see, i hung out with rosie a few days ago since she wouldn't stop asking me about it." you pause for a quick moment before speaking again. "i'd say the cannibal town fascinates me all the time. i took pictures of the scenery there, and of course, lots of rosie because she's so photogenetic. speaking of which," something clicked in your head. you shuffle through your pockets and pull out a polaroid, placing it in front of alastor. "have a look at one of them, i happened to bring one with me."
he takes the polaroid from your hand, flipping it over to see the picture you've taken. it's a picture of rosie in a field of black roses, even embracing some in her arms. she's smiling at the camera - alastor assumes that it was rosie who suggested that you take a few snaps with your photography skills. angle, lightning, poses, you've perfected everything in this picture alone.
as always, your skills never fail to amaze alastor no matter how many times he sees your work. "such ravishing work of art! i am absolutely floored." the grin on his face softens ever so slightly, a sign that shows that he's being genuine. he passes the little piece of picture back into your hands, his gaze now fixated on you. you keep the polaroid back in your pocket nicely, giving it a light pat.
"my, im honored. is this an attempt of yours to flirt?" you chuckle playfully despite knowing full well that your comment was fully incorrect. you just like messing around, is all. alastor shakes his head at your miserable attempt to poke fun at him, laughing lightly. he stops in his tracks, scanning his surroundings briefly. not many sinners around, it should be alright.
"ha-ha! of course not, my dear. though, this should count as one." small steps, alastor now stands before you. your eyes search his in confusion, tilting your head slightly as you try to figure out what could he possibly be planning. his hand moves to hold yours with a good amount of delicacy, his face leaning down closer to your hand with each passing second until his lips press against your knuckles. he lets them linger on your warm skin before pulling away, his lips leaving a cold sensation along with an odd warmth spreading across your skin.
you stare at him, breathing almost coming to a halt as you watch the smugness on his face grow. a light blush tints your face and ears, your gaze growing avoidance to his soul-piercing one. it's clear that he's enjoying the reaction you hold. "not going to comment on it? is it because my 'attempt at flirting' worked well this time?" his words made you roll your eyes, playfully sighing in annoyance. of course he'd pull this trick, how did you not see it coming?
"no comment." is all you said to answer his question before motioning for him to lean in closer. he did as you asked without question, figuring that there might be something you'd like to tell him. a kiss on his cheek from you caught him by surprise as it was not what he expected to happen. "guess you're not the only one able to pull this trick. we're equal now, yes?"
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lluzionz · 2 years
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How would the react if you hug them suddently
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Genshin boys x gn!reader
Tw:none, fluff
A/n: Im not good at writting headcanons so sorry if this isn't good I tried my best.
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Aether
A cute little smile appeared on his face as he looks at you. His heart beating a little faster.
"I missed you Aether." You mumbled as you rested your head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat and his soft breathing.
His arms slowly found it's way around your body, hugging you closer to him as his cheeks turned pink. He felt nervous but he didn't want to let go of you.
"Hey Paimon wants a hug too!" Paimon whined from besides you. Aether chuckled as you pulled Paimon into the hug.
Kaeya
A big grin appeared on his face as he looked down on you.
"What's wrong Y/N? Did you miss me that much? He asked as his hands rested on your waist.
He pulled you closed as he placed a long, passionate kiss on your lips. "Next time try not to miss me that much." He whispered in your ear, making you shiver.
"Kaeya!" You whined as you hid your face on his chest. He always had a way to make you flustered.
Diluc
His mind goes completely blank as he stares down on you. He was trying to process your action.
"What are you doing?" He asked, after a long pause, still trying to understand what were you doing. "I'm hugging you." You replied as you snuggled closer to him.
"Why?" He asked in a low voice, hoping that you didn't hear him. "Because I love you." You replied in the same tone as you left a small kiss on his lips.
Venti
"Oh my god, Y/N showing affection towards me!" He commented, sounding like he was about to cry tears of happiness.
"What are you saying? We're always on each others arms!" You argued. "I know b-but I want more!" He whined as he wrapped his one arm around your body while he picked up his glass of wine with the other, taking a sip.
"You're so silly you know that?" You smiled as you squeezed his cheeks. "I'm not." He whined again. "I'm just in love with you!" He smiled.
"I'm in love with you too bady." You smiled as you leaned over and give him a quick kiss on the lips. "Y/N please love me more!" He said in a low voice as he pulled you closer and gave you a passionate, drunk kiss.
Razor
His body froze on his place as he just stared at you, his mouth slightly open.
He didn't know what were you doing or why were you doing it but you were the cause of his heart beating like this.
You looked up at him and chuckled of how flusted he looked. "You're so cute!" You smiled as you ruffled his hair.
His heart beat only increased as his face became bright red. "Why are you holding me like that?" He asked as he looked at you. "I'm hugging you silly!" You chuckled. "Hug?" He asked, wondering what a "hug" meant.
"Hug is how people shows their love and affection towards the ones they love." You explained to him.
He was quiet for a second, processing what you just told him. Suddently he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you in his arms as he whispered "Razor loves Y/N."
Bennet
At first he didn't get it because he was busy telling you about an adventure he had resently.
But once he fully processed what was going on, his face turned bright red as he stared at you like you were a stranger or something.
"Y-Y/N a-a-are you hugging me or this is only in my imagination?" He asked in a shaky, embarrashed voice. "I do!" You smiled as you moved a little closer to him.
His heart almost stopped beating as he froze on his seat. His mind was completely blank.
"Bennett are you ok?" You asked worriedly as you pulled away from him so you can have a better view of him. "Y-yeah it's just that I'm not used to this kind of affection." "Everyone thinks I'm a bother because of my bad luck." He smiled akwardly as he scracked th back of his head.
Your hands rests on both of his cheeks as you make him look at you. "You're the best boy Bennett, don't forget that." You reminded him as you placed a kiss on his nose, making him blush.
"I love you!" You whispered as you held him closer to you. "I love you too Y/N" He whispered back as he hugged you.
Chonyung
He tensed up, immidiately looking down at you with a worried expression plastered on him face.
"What's wrong Y/N? Did you encounter any evil spirit? He asked. You shook your head as you explained you him the reason why you were hugging him.
"Oh, it is because you love me so much?" He repeated as his cheeks turned red. "Yes. I love you so much and I want you to know that." You hugged him tighter as you rested your head on the base of .his neck.
"I-I love you too Y/N.." His voice trailed off as he hid his head on your shoulder. He wasn't used to say such things but he surely didn't regret it.
Zhongli
A light chuckle escaped his lips as his gaze fell upon your figure, eyes full of love towards you.
"Is there something you need love?" He asked, resting his hand on your waist. "No, just wanted to tell you that I love you." You smiled.
Zhongli smiled at you as he leaned over and placing a warm kiss on your forehead. "I love you too darling. Don't forget that, ever."
You smiled as you nodded your head. "Never."
Xiao
He took a step back as he raised his hand on his chest, trying to keep you away from him but he failed.
Your arms wrapped tightly around him as he tried to push you away once more. "Let go of me Y/N." He warned you, trying to make you let go of him.
You shook your head as you leaned even closer to him. "I won't let you go Xiao. I love you so much."
A tear ran down his cheek as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he cried against your neck, his tears wetting your skin.
"Thank you for loving me Y/N." He said after composing himself once more. "Of course Xiao."
Gorou
His face became red as soon as your hands came in contact with his body and he just froze on his place, completely flustered.
Your body felt so warm against his and this only made him blush even more. "They feel so warm." "Their arms feels so comfy." "I don't want them to let go of me." "It feels so good."
He couldn't resist it anymore so he wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you as tightly as he could as his tail wagged wildly.
He felt embarrashed but he didn't want to let go of you no matter what. "So warm." He muttered to himself as he snuggled against you, trying to hide away and hoping that you couldn't feel his heart beat.
Kazuha
A sweet smile plastered on his face as soon as your bodies came in contact.
Immidiately his arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer to him, hugging you tightly.
"Hey there love. I was just thinking of your beautiful smile." He smiled as he stroked your hair. You smiled as Kazuha placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
"You're the most precious person to me Y/N. You mean everything to me." He whispered as he kissed your lips.
Itto
"Hey Y/N did you miss-" His sentence was cut off as your arms wrapped around his muscular body.
A big grin plastered on his face as he leaned over and gave you a long, passionate kiss that left you dizzy once he pulled away from you.
"You came here to congratulate me on my victory?" He asked you after a small pause. "No I came here because I missed you Itto!" You smiled as you squeezed him in your arms.
"Oh so you missed me" He repeated. "But how much?" He asked, pulling you closer to his body. "A lot." You replied to him.
Suddently Itto lifted you up and placed you on his shoulder. "Did you hear that?" They missed their one and oni a lot." He shouted as he started walking on Inazuma's street with you still in his shoulder.
"Itto please put me down!" You shoutted at him, trying to make him to put you down but he didn't listen to you.
Ayato
"Here you are love." He smiled as he pulled you closer by the waist and kissed your lips. "I missed you you know." He whispered as he kissed you again, more passionately this time
Your cheeks turned red as you pulled him closer to you, trying to hide your face from him.
"Don't be so embarrashed. I just gave you what you wanted." He smirked as he took your face in his hand. Your face turned as red as a tomato as Ayato chuckled at your expression.
"So cute" He smiled as he pressed his lips against yours giving you another passionate kiss.
Heizou
As soon as your arms found their way around his torso, his head rested against your shoulder as a small groan escaped him.
"Mmm Y/N, I missed you." He said in a low, tired voice. He lightly squeezed you in his arms as his eyes slowly closed.
"Hey Heizou, are you ok? You asked worried as you shook him lightly. "I'm just a little tired that's all." He replied in a low voice as he hid his face in your neck. "Then rest" You said as you sat down with him.
"I love you baby..." His voice trailed off as his eyes closed and his body felt numb against you. "I love you too Heizou." You whispered as you played with his hair.
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yandere-aventurine · 10 days
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Ooh if its cool, can I request some yandere Aventurine with a shy!stalker-yandere reader?
Yeah sure, reader has hundreds of photos of Aventurine on their phone and even learned the rules of poker just to understand him better, but what really sells the cake is the tiny plushie they have.
Reader has a small handmade Aventurine plushie (with little outfits too!) that they keep in their carry-on and have a habit of talking to it like "oh aeons, we're really in it now huh?" or just telling it about their day and stuff when alone or in a hotel room. Always cuddling it at night and giving it kisses.
What would Aventurine's reaction be to finding out about said plushie? Would he be jealous or kinda happy about it?
cheers,
💐
(Hello bouquet anon! Hope you're doing well today! I'd love to try to write this for you ^^
18+ for suggestive/sexual themes, but it's not all the way or anything, I think this turned out more like "mutual obsession"/"both are creepy for each other" so this is fully consensual but reader and Aventurine kind of bicker about it and each other, also read this if you need a laugh because it turned into a sort of comedic writing piece toward the end)
Aventurine finds your behavior so very endearing. He loves when you suddenly stop him and tell him to say cheese, surprising him and snapping a picture of him with your camera. Sometimes he’ll even try to strike a pose for you, but you insist you want the pictures of him to be natural, of him just going about his day to day life. He finds this habit of yours very cute and just dismisses it as you adamantly being into photography. It isn’t until he notices you trying to take photos at inappropriate times or from inappropriate angles or when he’s not paying attention altogether, that he suspects something is a little off.
“Did you just take a picture?” He asks, knowing that you were trying to be subtle since he just got out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around his lower half.
“U-Um… W-Well…” You stutter, being unable to find the words. What could you possibly tell him to excuse yourself? There was no excuse, there was no excuse at all… You’re about to start crying, before he’s gently shushing and reassuring you. “Ahahaha, it’s okayyy~ I don’t mind~” He laughs softly, drawing out his words playfully, not realizing that he was only further encouraging this behavior of yours. If only he knew that you had so many pictures of him saved that you were running out of space on your phone. “If you’d like a better view, I could always drop my-” You’re cutting him off before he could finish that sentence, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, “N-No, no, you don’t have to!” You’re frantically flailing your hands, refusing his offer.
He offers you a flirty wink and goes back to what he’s doing, going to get dressed, likely forgetting all about your suspicious behavior entirely. You see, the unfortunate thing about Aventurine is that he’s so caught up in his own head that he has trouble… Taking a view into anyone else’s, unless he really tries to.
You lay there scrolling through all of the pictures, your most prized collection, and smile. This was definitely the greatest addition yet.
The next time he brings you to the casino with him, the last thing he’s expecting is for you to take a seat next to him and ask to play a round of poker against him. 
“You know how to play poker?” He questions you, not believing it for a second, “Since when?” “Since I learned it for you, silly!” You cheerily tell him, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He touches his cheek softly with his own fingertips, right where you kissed him, and blushes. “Alright, let’s make things interesting then, shall we~?” His eyes darken a bit, a predatory glint taking over them now. “How about this? If I win, you tell me your darkest secret.” “A-And if I win…?”
“Then I’ll do anything you want, I guess… What would you want, anyway?” He can’t resist the urge to tease you in this moment, “Another picture of me~?”
“No, I get those all the time…” You pout, “I’d prefer something like…” You trail off for a moment, trying to think of something, “A lock of your hair, maybe…” You didn’t realize how strange it sounded until it came out of your mouth, and then you’re trying to rapidly backtrack it.
He sits back, laughing hysterically at your request. “And here I thought you were going to request a pair of my underwear or something.”
“W-What?! N-No way!” And then he’s leaning in close to you, so suffocatingly close you feel like he’s trying to draw your breath away. “You know, I wouldn’t mind a pair of your underwear myself…” It seems like the 'darkest secret thing' has lost all appeal now that he's put that on the table. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close, and your heart starts beating so fast you swear you’re going to pass out.
Instead, you’re left stuttering over yourself, skipping over your words.
“You really… want to play a game of poker, and the winner gets the other’s…?” “Underwear, yes. That is what I’m suggesting.” He laughs softly, putting his hand under his chin and gazing at you longingly and dreamily. “I’m quite confident that I will win, but don’t act like you wouldn’t want mine if luck was on your side.” The part that you hate the most is that you can’t even deny what he’s saying, or at least not effectively. But you try anyway, you deny it with your entire being, you tell him you’d rather eat spikes than so much as look at his underwear drawer.
“You know saying something so intense only makes you sound more guilty of it, right~?” He can’t help but tease you at every opportunity, softly reaching out and petting your hair so tenderly. He brushes a lock behind your ear, then shrugs and promptly turns back to the game. He tells the dealer to deal your cards, and for once in your life you aren’t sure who you want fate to smile upon.
When the stakes get higher and higher, and you’re sweating profusely trying to decide the next move to make, that’s when Aventurine does something other than smirk and tease you.
He leans in, looking at you over his own hand of cards.
“You know, I’m aware of how obsessed you are with me.” He states it simply, but you can’t deny that his voice has a sensual and seductive edge to it now. 
You’re covering your face with your hands in shame and embarrassment before he speaks up again.
“But you know what? I’m equally, if not more, obsessed with you.”
“Oh? You think so?” It quickly turns into banter between the two of you.
“I know so~” He challenges, “This won’t be the first pair of your underwear that I obtain.”
“Oh…? But…” You pull out a small plush form of him, “You know, someone’s been giving away your strategy to me.” You whisper darkly, and he’s confused until he processes what exactly he’s looking at.
Aventurine chokes on his drink. It was a big mistake to take a sip of it right before you pulled that out. Looking at it, it was an extremely accurate plush doll replica of him. He was absolutely floored at the sight, and for a long moment, he couldn’t even speak.
You whisper to the doll, “Aeons, we’re really in it now, huh?” And give it a small kiss on its little doll cheek and he can’t control the pang of jealousy that comes crashing down on him. 
In a jealousy fueled haze, Aventurine snatches the little doll version of him away from you. In one swift motion, he throws it across the casino and into a nearby fountain.
“Aventurine?!” You exclaim, completely surprised by his actions, “Do you know how much I paid for that?!” He laughs hysterically at your reaction. “Should have thought about that before you kissed it.”
“Him,” You growl, feeling extremely possessive and protective over Miniturine.
He has to stop you from diving in the fountain to search for it.
“Yeah, uh, if you do that, we’re definitely gonna get kicked out of here.” He says, sounding like he has personal experience. “Just leave it and make a wish or something.”
“What??” “You know, like when you throw a coin in the fountain.” “But you were the one that threw him in there!” Then the two of you are angrily playing poker against each other, practically slamming each card on the table. For a moment, Aventurine thinks he’s winning and has the upperhand as always, but… You’ve done your homework this time.
You come out the clear victor, and Aventurine is left with nothing but his humiliation.
“So… My underwear…?” He says simply, confirming that’s what you want. The defeat is written all over his face, but he’s trying to remain prideful and strong.
“Nah, you’re gonna go pull Miniturine out of the fountain for me.” You shrug your shoulders, pointing toward it, wanting him to clean up after his mess.
“Like hell I’m going to, I’m not getting kicked out of here again.” He shoots back.
“So you do have experience!”
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alltoolewis · 8 months
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Timeless- Mason Mount
I'm finally off for the summer & finally back writing! This one is super special and is inspired by timeless by Taylor swift, if you haven't heard the vault track please listen to it while reading this! This has to be one of my favourite things I have ever wrote... Hope you all enjoy & I can't wait to write more! Hope this apologies for my absence Love you guys x
P.S I will not comment on him leaving to united btw... as Liverpool fan I am devasted 😒
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Summary- When you and Mason are cleaning your nan's attic you discover a book of your grandparents love story... helping Mason think of the perfect anniversary present for you...
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"Mase please.." you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you by surprise as you continued to search through the old dusty boxes "This really needs doing and I never would of agreed to let you help if I knew you'd be messing around like this!" You didn't realise that agreeing to clean you nan's old attic would result in your clingy boyfriend of almost 5 years joining you. What was suppose to be a solo task, turned into a duo one the minute his brown eyes grew wide at your claim that you were leaving him for a couple of hours alone.
"I didn't know showing my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years love was classed as messing around..." he pouted, loosening his grip of you but of course not fully as his arm still hovered your waist. "It's not 5 years yet loser" You smirked, throwing something you believed was an old sock that was hiding in the box at him "We're still 3 weeks of that title!"  You still couldn't believe that it had already been that long. It felt like just yesterday that he caught your attention in the dimmed lightened room, his laugh being the loudest noise as the speakers blaring out the music you had always hated silenced, allowing you to hear what has since been your favourite sound. Since that night you had been by each others side, through the ups and downs, the spot next to him was always yours and vice versa... there was no Mason without (y/n) and he prayed there'd never have to be!
Silence filled the room once more, however the smiles never faded as you sorted through all your nans precious things. Growing up you never thought of your nan as a hoarder, her house was also tidy barely anything on display except the odd pictures of core memories but little did she know that she kept the purest things locked up here. From her old ballet shoes to her old school books, her old prom dress to a rock she found on her secret dates with your late grandfather... she kept everything.
"What's this?" Mason asked curiously, lifting up a book covered in dust and cobwebs. Being nosy of his new finding, you quickly went to where he was sitting next to him on the old fragile footstool, floor creaking as you did so. Your eyes hovered over the brown book in his hands, that it was safe to say that  time has took its toll on. Crouching down in front of him, your hand swept across the front cover, tears immediately filling your eyes as you read the words...
'THE STORY OF ANNIE & JOHN'
The words were followed by a photo of them together, smiles brighter than the stars as the look of love was written in there eyes. You had already heard the story of your grandparents many times from your nan... but seeing it in hidden pictures made your whole world freeze.
Noticing the sudden emotion in your face, Mason sighed "You okay, darling?" wiping away the fallen tears as they fell down your cheek, letting his hand hover there as a guard. Nodding, you gulped "Yeah... yeah I'm good.." Smiling he patted his knee, silencing telling you to come over which of course you obeyed. 
Now the book was on your knee as Mase held you tightly on his lap, head leaning over your shoulder as he traced comforting shapes on your arm. "Are you going to have a look honey?" He could see your clear hesitation to open it, as your hands strummed over the outskirts of the pages. Apart of you wanted to open the book, see the love of your grandparents everybody talked so dearly about, the love that was always compared to yours and Masons, however the other part of you couldn't help but think you were invading the privacy... you knew there story like the back of your hand. A secret romance that was forbidden by there families, your grandmother being in a privileged family who had a tradition to pick other privileged people for there children to fall in love with. While your grandad was the son of the maid, 2 years older than her but fell head over the heels the second he caught eyes with in his word 'a princess' They hidden what they had for years, scared that there families would tear them apart... but faith took its role and 12 years later they were happily married as a runaway couple, ready to start there new lives together.
As your mind wondered away, you felt his hand lace over yours, squeezing it tightly "It's okay (y/nn)? She would want you to see this??" You knew he was right... she'd be screaming for you to open it if she was there. Listening to him, you squeezed his hand back before opening it up. 
The pages looked just as battered as the front cover, but the love was still clear as rain. The book had different chapters, just like a fairy tale. It began with there first year, where your pop's mum first got the job and he was allowed to be involved in the staff picture where your grandmother stood just 5 people away. 
"I didn't know your grandad was in the war.." Mason whispered, scared to ruin the moment as you were flicking through there years together. It was there 7th year 'together'... the year your dad got drafted to fight in the war. "He didn't want to go" You mumbled back, hand touching the envelopes your nan had clearly stuck in the book "He wanted to stay with her although no one knew about them... he wrote her love letters, signed them off as Dave so no one knew it was from him"
"Didn't she call him Dave all the time..." Mason chuckled, squeezing your hip gently. He only had a few years with your nan, while with your pops he only had 1 short one & for the longest time he was convinced he was called 'Dave' "Yep!" You giggled back "Even after all those years together she still called him it. It was there secret code word..."
For the next couple of hours you flipped through the rest of the book, pausing to read the letters, see the small details of the grainy images. From there wedding to the birth of your mum, from the day they ran away together to the day your grandad came back to find your nan had been set up to marry someone else... it had all be recorded in the book.
Your heart broke when you flipped to the last filled page in the book, your grandads order of service leaflet from his funeral. Your heart broke even more when it came clear that your nan had placed it in by herself... ending there story together...
Noticing the tears falling faster down your face, Mason closed the book placing it gently down as he wrapped his arms tighter than ever around you, allowing you to sob in his chest. He didn't say much as you cried, just rubbed your back and whispered a few words of comfort, knowing what you needed most was time to absorb what you just saw.
Once you calmed down, you lifted your head back up to look at his warm brown eyes, his hand instantly going to your cheek "They we're amazing (y/n).." He smiled, causing you to mirror it back "They would been so happy you got to witness it through there eyes..."
"They were timeless..." You breathed out, looking down to the book on the floor that was bound to come home with the two of you.
"Just like we will be.."
Your head shot up to look at him with blood shot eyes "You think?"
"Oh I know we will!" He smiled, causing you to cuddle deeper into him "I hope so Mase..."
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3 weeks later.....
"Mase stop!" You laughed as he picked you as you went to put the key in your new shared home in manchester  "Please stop we need to get in before it rains... stop messing around!"
"I didn't know showing my girlfriend of 5 years of affection was classed as messing around..." He sulked as your laugh continued to echo around the house, taking the heels that had killed your feet all night "and before you start I can call you that now!!"
"I know..." You smiled, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, one of many that day "and I couldn't be prouder to now say it.." Mason returned the kiss as he muttered I love you, which of course you mumbled back. Somehow you two ended up in your bedroom, his jacket through on the floor as the zipper on your dress began to be pulled down.
Just as it was about to get even more heated, he pulled back causing you to sigh dramatically. "Don't be dramatic lovie, we have all night to do that.." He laughed, dragging you to the end of the bed "But first I want to give you your final present of the night.."
"but mase you've already given me loads today.." You groaned, hating how much he had already spoiled you today. Giving you far to many presents, making you bed in breakfast and then taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Manchester. You honestly didn't know how he'd make the day even better before he pulled out a box placing it gently on your knee... "Now this one is kind of for the both of us..." He smiled wrapping his arm around you "But I think you'll appreciate it.."
Carefully, you untied the little red bow on the box lifting the box up with the expectation of finding more personalised jewellery. However your heart dropped to the floor as you saw something you'd never thought you'd see...
A book... Similar to the one of your grandparents but instead of there names it read...
'THE STORY OF (Y/N) & MASON'
And just like the other one, a picture displayed below it. One of you and him at the champions league final, your smiles brighter than stars and the same look of love they had.
"Oh my god M-Mase..." You speechlessly gasped, covering your mouth as tears escaped your eyes "I c-can't believe it.."
His eyes mirrored yours with tears as he placed his hand on top of yours "Open it darling.." He whispered, voice full of love "Don't be scared to read this one... it's ours only"
Listening to him like always, you opened the book, smile immediately spreading across your face as you flipped through to see the many filled pages of your story so far.  The first day you met at that party, the first selfie you took together, your first chelsea game, the day you moved together... every memory shared together was captured in perfect unison to the orginal.
"I didn't even know this exsisted!" You laughed messily, as you looked at the picture of you drunkenly asleep on Mason's lap at his Chelsea leaving party. You couldn't remember much of that day, other than you drunk the night away in hope that it took the sting away from living the beloved club and city... 
"Ben took..." Mason smirked "He sent it me the next day along with the video of you doing my celebration on top of the table..."  "Please say that's a joke.." You muttered as you hid your head in embarrassment, hoping that he  was lying..
"Nope!" He chuckled "I'll show you that later darling, first you have to finish this book!"
So you did. There wasn't much after that, other than his first day at united and your new home in Manchester... little did you know there was one final page to your story you were yet to experience...
"What's this?" You questioned as you flipped the page to see a brown envelope stuck to the page, similar to love letters your grandad use to write. Unable to say much, Mason whispered "Open it and see..."
With shaking hands you pulled out letter which was folded in half, his scruffy handwriting evident. You shot him one last look, nervousness written all over his face as you began to read the love letter addressed to only you....
My dear (y/n),
I've never been good at doing speeches or expressing how I feel, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do anything, so here I am... Ever since I saw you my whole world changed for the better. You fixed the hole in my life like a puzzle piece and ever since then I knew I'd never want to lose you.
The other week when I held you in your nan's attic made me think of if we met in another life, would be the same as we are right now... and the truth is sweetheart we would of have! Even if we met on a crowded street in the 40's or if I was sent to war and you were forced to marry another man... my head would of still turned for you just like it did at that party...
you still would have been mine, I'd of make sure of it!
I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives, till we have grey hair, mini mounts running around the place, a cardboard box stored of memories we made, we'll have it all! 
Our story starts now Angel... 
we're going to be timeless...
look forward...
Mase x
Tears poured down your face as you followed the letters instructions, showing him down on one knee, a small box with the most gorgeous diamond ring displayed in it, one that coincidently resembled the one your nan had...
"Mase..."
"(y/n)... will you please make me the happies man alive & spend the rest of your life with me??"
Unable to speak you nodded your head, falling to your knees as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much.." You sobbed into his neck.
"I love you so much more..." He cried back, pulling back from you for a brief second to slip the gorgeous ring on your finger "This is your nans ring" He smiled "I asked your parents if it was okay if I gave it you... I want us to be a timeless classic like your grandparents, I want to fill that book up with you till the day we are torn apart by fate..."
Once more you were speechless as his arm wrapped around you, your head lay on his chest listening to the heart which had loved you for 5 years... there was no (y/n) without Mason and you prayed every minute of the day that you'd be the couple your grandparents were. A love so strong it could be seen from miles away, a love everyone dreamed of but only a rare few could experience... one that even time couldn't forget... Your going to be... 
TIMELESS
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moxfirefly · 3 months
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It's ne again! Coming back at you with another mikey prompt! Going for that 'we're besties, but actually, there's more to it vibe'
platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you
sharing each other's clothes (especially hoodies)
Pookie you always hit 😮‍💨
Let do this!
Rated Mature (suggestive themes)
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The winter air was hitting tonight’s, topside everything felt just a little more chillier than down below.
Mikey surveyed the night life below, patrol had been a bit boring tonight just the usual upkeep, a mugging here a gang fight there. He was going growing bored though, sitting on the ledge of a roof he saw how the night continued to pass by.
He toyed with a bracelet around his wrist, a delicate thing with worn out blocks that spelled out a name.
Your name.
Because it belonged to you.
He still remembers the night he had playfully snatched it off your bathroom sink and proclaimed it was his now. You had laughed, play fought him for it but that had quickly ended in you admiring defeat and that he could ‘borrow’ it.
That word had entered both of yours vocabulary.
So far you both had borrowed so many things it was hard to keep up.
And there didn’t seem to be date of return for the items.
There was a hair clip attached to his mask tail, yours of course.
A necklace you often wore when you went out for the night.
Around his waist wasn’t the hoodie he topically had (because now you were wearing it, but instead one of your own.
Mikey wanted to say it was for fashion purposes, that he simply liked the items you own, and while some of that was true to an extent the reality was that he was wrapped up in your scent so constantly he felt drunk most days from the giddiness alone.
“You’re surprisingly quiet tonight, something on your mind?” Leo sat down for once tonight, next to him on the ledge, possibly aware that the night was next to near done.
“Huh? Oh nah, just people watching, that old lady down there sneezed into her coffee before giving it to her husband, totally saw it.” He heard Leo chuckle but he knew he wasn’t fully sold. He wasn’t exactly ‘focused’ tonight.
Tonight was Friday after all, and on the second Friday of each month you would go to y/n’s for a sleep over. It had become a thing that was going into its second year. You always bought enough food to feed an army (or a Mikey) and he would bring enough baked goods to rot away your teeth with their sugary goodness.
Said baked good we’re protected in his backpack along with a change of clothes (why? Most of his clothes were at your place anyways). No need for a toothbrush because there was one that belonged to him in your bathroom already.
“Why don’t you head out Mikey, I’m sure y/n is waiting for you.” Leo called off patrol via the comms radio on his shoulder, Raph and Donnie both relieved from their own spot a few blocks over.
He didn’t need to be told twice, board in hand and bag across his shell, Mikey gave Leo a goodnight and a don’t wait up before zooming off to your apartment.
A few minutes on a trip he could do backwards and blindfolded he landed on your fire escape and opened up the window with practiced motions. He was hit with the delicious smell of a late dinner but more so with your delightful smile upon hearing him arrive.
And with that same practice ease he caught you just as you jumped to hug him and greet him.
In what appeared to be an old pair of his boxers and that hoodie he hadn’t seen in his closet in what felt like months.
“Im doing some late night laundry so I hope you don’t mind I grabbed one of your boxers.” You chucked as you took the containers filled with two dozen or so cookies he’d made from scratch this afternoon.
“Of course you took my Spider-Man undies, does that mean I get a bra tonight?” He wiggled his brow bones, your giggling music to his ears.
“Please as if my bra fits those steel boobs you’ve got.” You shot him a luck before returning to the kitchen to turn off the stove and get ready to serve.
“Go check your unmentionables and I’ll get us ready here.” He shoo’d you off , grabbing plates and forks while you went to change everything into the dryer.
Each movement felt so natural, finding everything with comfortable ease as if he were in his own home. He knew exactly what you wanted to drink, that you wanted extra sides and some hot sauce. He wasn’t fazed when you caught with him at the stove and wrapped yourself around his arm and began to rant about today’s on goings.
You felt that twinge of something when he hands landed on your waist, to move you away from a cupboard he needed access to. Stifling a laugh when he did the same just to place you back close to him and continue hearing about the work room gossip.
With dinner out of the way, a shower for Mikey, several horror movies later, you both found yourselves in bed and feeling very much like 4am.
“I think Stacey’s just a tramp.”
“Michael! …I mean you’re not wrong…”
You both laughed, sleepy eyes fighting to remain open. In bed you both often talked about all manner of life things. Observations, family life, work life, even love…
Love was always tricky, because it churned deep within Mikey’s stomach whenever he heard you talk about some guy you went on a date with.
And it made your skin prickle with some unnamed emotion whenever he talked about some girl he had seen and how he thought she was pretty.
But even as those feelings died down, as you both felt sleep overtake you, something always remained the same.
Somewhere in the night, in the tossing and turning, in the early morning trip to the bathroom and the sleepy stroll back, you would both wake up so wrapped around each other it was pointless to try and untangle each other.
When those first rays of sunlight hit, it was easy to be greedy and admire you in his arms, the way your skin looked in the morning always left him feeling somewhat gutted. You were soft, warm and so very perfect.
Mikey allowed himself the small luxurious of burying his snout in your hair, the soft strands tickling his sleepiness away.
When you stirred, a small sigh, he watched you glue yourself closer to his body and he felt his stomach flip flop around the thoughts he tried not to indulge.
The ones in the shape of you beneath him (above him) around him, consumed by him, eaten by him.
The ones where you called out his name and asked for seconds and thirds.
The ones where he could arrive to this home and call it his home with you as well.
He felt your lips press to his skin, a soft call of his name and another tumble down the imaginary scenes where he wakes you up with his head between your legs and more soft calls of his name.
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squishiee · 10 months
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𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓯𝔂
(𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒘/ 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 (𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒃𝒉), 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖 + 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
"God, that was fucking horrible." Katsuki scoffed as he grabbed the remote and started searching for another movie to watch. You laughed at his remark, loving your friend's outspoken and unfiltered personality. "I still can't believe that movie won best picture; I'm sure I could film something better with my phone." You joked, earning a chuckle from Katsuki as he settled on another film, a horror movie.
"This should be better." He said as he settled his back into the couch, pulling the shared blanket causing you to furrow your brows and shoot him a glare. Katsuki pretended to not notice your annoyed expression, he knew what he was doing; a little game between you and him. He loves teasing you, seeing the cute pout across your lips, hearing you whine about him being mean always highlights his day, but he would never admit that aloud.
Usually he’d return the blanket after you whined and threw a pillow his way, but this time you huffed and cuddled closer to him while rolling your eyes. Placing a hand on his broad chest and pushing him back into the couch, his brows raised as he felt your body press up against his own. He couldn't help the smirk on his face as he looked at your sultry, half-lidded eyes, and your lips curled into a small pout.
A slight blush splayed across his cheeks as he smirked down at you. "And what the hell are you doing?" he asked as he noticed you reaching for the remote in his hand. "Y'know, I hate horror movies, asshole!" You complained as you tried grabbing the remote, only for Katsuki to hold it away from you. He laughed and brought his other hand onto your hip and gave it a squeeze, earning a cute squeak out of you. "Katsuki!" You giggled and squirmed as he dropped the remote onto the floor and wrapped his arms around your waist.
"C'mon, you picked last time; now quit moving and watch the damn movie." He teased, pretending to be annoyed by you but relishing the fact that he has you in his arms. You rolled your eyes and eventually settled into him. "Ugh, fine, at least share the blanket." You huffed as you rested your head on his chest, trying to hide the small flush on your cheeks. He chuckled before draping the blanket over the two of you and placing his hand on the small of your back.
As the two of you placed your focus back on the film, you both secretly enjoyed each other's embrace. Katsuki ran his hand along your back, causing your eyelids to feel droopy. The steady breathing of his chest began moving you, lifting you up and down slightly, causing you to fully melt into his touch. Soon enough, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, your eyes shut as you turned your focus from the people on the screen to your friend’s heartbeat.
Katuski looked down as he absentmindedly fiddled with your hair and was greeted with your sleeping form. Smiling softly as he saw your serene expression, your cheeks slightly flushed, and your lips parted, he brought his other hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, tenderly caressing your face and admiring your beauty—
"Hey, we're back!!!" The door of your shared apartment swung open to reveal Mina and Eijiro holding shopping bags. You groaned softly, tightening your grip on Katsuki’s shirt as you buried your face into his chest, causing him to pat your head gently. Katsuki sent a glare their way, both instantly shut themselves up. "I better not hear shit from you two." Katsuki grumbled before busying himself with making sure you were still sound asleep. Little did he know that you were awake, but not wanting to move away from him, you continued to keep your eyes closed.
Both Mina and Eijiro shot Katsuki a cheeky smile before making their way towards the kitchen to drop off their shopping bags. Mina then walked into the living room and was greeted with the adorable scene of you clinging to Katsuki as you slept. "Well, look at you; did you finally tell her?" Mina asked with a playful tone as she pulled her phone out to snap a picture of the two of you, causing Katsuki to huff as he rested his hand on your head, making you wonder what Mina meant.
"Can’t." He mumbled as Eijiro joined in, "You should tell her soon; I’m pretty sure she likes you back." He said, trying to encourage his friend, and Mina nodded in agreement, "Anyways, me and Kirishima are heading out again. Want to join us?" She asked even though she knew he’d stay with you as if you were a cat on his lap. Not wanting to move an inch as to not disturb your peaceful sleep.
Katsuki shook his head, "I’m good; don’t wanna wake her. Also, send me that later." He said as Mina gave him a thumbs up. Both Eijiro and Mina headed out once more, hearing the faint click of your apartment door. Katsuki let out a sigh before looking at your "sleeping" form once again. "Maybe they’re right, but I don’t want to ruin what we already have."
"You have no idea how much I love you, (Y/N)." He said lowly, only for you to hear, only you. You felt warm, very warm. Katsuki loves you back; it felt good hearing it, but he didn’t know you were listening. Subtly, you let your eyes flutter open. Katsuki glanced down to see you looking up at him through your lashes, a small smile upon your lips.
His face was flushed, and his heart was racing. He felt you shift as you brought your arms around his neck. Gathering up all your confidence, you decided to take the chance. Slowly, you leaned in close and grazed your lips against his before pulling away. His pupils were blown and his cheeks red.
The moment was chaste, but so incredibly tender and soft. You both took a moment to just admire each other's flushed expressions. "D-did you hear what I said.?" He asked, his hand on your waist slightly tightening, as if he were afraid you were going to leave. You smiled "I did, and I love you too, Kats." His face flushed into a deeper shade of red, and he couldn’t help but smile as he brought a hand to your face, giving you the kiss he wanted—needed for so long.
Pulling away, he gave you one of his signature smirks before ruffling your hair. "So how long have you been awake?" You giggled and rested your chin on his chest, looking into his eyes and admiring his sharp features. "Mmm, ever since Mina and Kirishima came home."
You hummed happily, causing Katsuki to roll his eyes, the hand on your hip squeezing you playfully. "Dumbass, why didn't you get up then?" You couldn’t help but chuckle as you pecked his lips once more. "You’re comfy." You said as you once again snuggled into his touch.
(Thank you so much for reading and hope you all enjoyed! AHHH I am so sorry for not uploading, been caught up with work and such but I do plan on posting more. I actually wrote this for a friend of mine irl and hope you enjoyed this, it was such a cute prompt! Anyways feel free to request any BNHA prompts and I'd honestly feel very happy to write about any characters!)
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viranellee · 11 months
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do i shoot straight (or do i cheat fate?)
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synopsis: jealousy is a good look on eddie.
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), dirty talk, swearing
a/n: i need him.
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"Who the fuck is that?" Eddie questions, thinly veiled fury laced within his words, and despite having your back turned, you can probably guess they're spoken through gritted teeth.
The fact that he had practically dragged you to the kitchen, as well as his hostile tone, makes you heave out a sigh, but admittedly, seeing another guy's arm around your girlfriend's waist is an understandable cause for concern. Swallowing your fears, you nervously adjust your hair and turn around to face Eddie, ready to tell him the news that had you avoiding him these past few weeks.
"My fake boyfriend. Label said I'll have to keep him around for a while, it would be beneficial to my public image or whatever, especially with the new single coming out." You start, the darkness of the quiet kitchen hiding Eddie's expression, the only source of noise being the loud, drunken hollering and cheering of The Six behind the closed door. "It's all fake. I'm sorry you had to find out like this. I just...I just didn't know how to tell you. You know I hate this just as much as you do."
You step forward, shyly reaching out and intertwining your fingers with his. For a moment, you think he won't forgive you, that he'd drop your hands and tell you that he just can't keep up with all your famous pop singer bullshit anymore. Instead, he proves you wrong, like he always does, and pulls you forward by your intertwined hands until your foreheads touch. He sighs, anger washed away by your explanation, but tension in his shoulders still very much present.
"Is this why you've been avoiding me? Jesus, you made me go crazy. For a second there, I thought it was over when I saw you with that blonde douchebag. Don't ever do that again." Eddie murmurs and you smile slightly, shaking your head.
"Noted. I'm sorry, again." You reply and he kisses your forehead, accepting your apology.
"I want us to go public." Eddie declares after a beat of peaceful silence, looking at you right in the eyes, speaking with the hard resolution of someone who's saying something that's been on their mind for a long time. "I don't want to hide anymore. I want to write songs about you, and I want you to write songs about me, and have everybody know we wrote them for each other. I don't want to love you in secret like this anymore."
Your eyes soften at his confession and you kiss him tenderly, putting every single ounce of your love into it, hoping he'd understand that you feel the same way. He leans into it, hands grabbing your waist and pulling your body against his.
"Y'know, the entire band probably knows we're an item already. I mean, we don't exactly try to hide it around them." You joke when you break apart for air, a trail of spit connecting you and Eddie's lips.
He chuckles, pupils dilated as he gazes at it, and starts to slowly corner you against Billy and Camilla's fridge.
"They do. But how about we make things clear for that boyfriend of yours too, yeah?" He whispers and you swallow when his thumb reaches out and slowly pulls your bottom lip down. You tune out the sounds coming from the other room the longer you look at him.
"Jump, baby." Eddie commands and you immediately do so, wrapping your legs around his hips and burying your hands in his hair, while he grips your ass, fully pressing you against the fridge.
He kisses you then, previous tenderness replaced with predatory hunger, as he bites and licks his way into your mouth. You let out a helpless moan, involuntarily dragging yourself across his hard-on, the feel of it on your core making you gasp.
"You're already hard?" You question in disbelief, slightly pulling away from him, eyebrows raised so high they almost reach your hairline.
He licks his lips while you speak, looking inconvenienced at your interruption.
"Been hard like a rock since I saw you in that dress, sweetheart, you just didn't see it. Too focused on your boyfriend, probably." He teases without any actual malice, but before you get the chance to scoff and tell him to fuck off, he's already kissing his way down your neck.
You can only sit there, lost in a haze of enjoyment, as he frantically drags your dress up your thighs, continuing to pepper kisses on your collarbones and cleavage. Once your dress is finally out of the way, he doesn't waste any time and cups your cunt in one large hand, making you shiver, while he drags his thumb across the wet spot of your panties.
"Is this all for me?" He asks, knowing the answer already but wanting to enjoy the satisfaction of hearing you say it.
"It's always for you." The words roll off your tongue, an unabashed truth, and he rewards you for it by pulling off your panties - but instead of dropping them on the floor, he decides to shove them in the pocket of his jeans.
His movements are quick, but you see all of it, and hit his back with your leg as a form of protest. Eddie squeezes your hips in return, stilling you immediately, but offering no explanation, only dragging his thumb across your slick entrance, eyes intently focused on it.
"Eddie, why the hell did you do tha- oh, shit." You start just as two of his fingers glide inside of you, and his thumb starts rubbing your clit in circles.
Your back arches at the feeling of his fingers pistoning in and out, as you completely disregard what you were going to say. Eddie answers anyway.
"Want my cum to be leaking out of you after this." He tells you like it's obvious, and the idea is so erotic it makes you whimper, your warm head falling back against the cold metal of the fridge.
You take a look at Eddie, not nearly as messy as you, a perfect picture of composure and self-control, and feel as if you have to rectify it. After all, you can't be the only one moaning and panting.
You grab the collars of his jacket and lean in to whisper in his ear, just as he delivers yet another precise thrust to your G-spot and another wave of pleasure hits you.
"As much as I'm enjoying this, if you don't put your cock in me right this second, I just might have to call my boyfriend." You tempt, tracing the shell of his ear with your tongue, and he catches the bait, anger coming back with a vengeance.
Suddenly, his fingers are being pulled out and the metallic clink of his belt echoes throughout every crevice in the room. Before you know it, you feel the head of his cock against your entrance and he enters you impatiently, your mouth opening in a silent scream before he catches it in a passionate kiss.
You think he's going to start out slow like usual, savouring the feel of you around him. But it seems that he has different plans for you tonight.
You groan out his name as he instead begins to pound into you mercilessly, and all you can do is hold on for dear life.
"Yeah, baby, take my fuckin' cock, just like that. Shit, I missed this tight little pussy. Missed you." He groans in your ear, alternating between kissing your neck, shoulder and jaw, the contrast between his tender touch, filthy words and brutal pace rolling your eyes back with sheer pleasure.
His thrusts move in tandem with your moans as your body slackens in his grip, letting yourself feel every single delicious inch of him inside you. Your shaking hand moves downward in an attempt to relieve your throbbing clit, but Eddie slaps it away, replacing it with his own.
"So fuckin' pretty when you're like this, sweetheart, dumb on cock. I'm the only one that gets to have you like this, yeah?" Eddie asks, voice hoarse, rubbing your clit just the way you like it.
"Yes, fuck yes, yes, yes, yes, Eddie!" You gasp out, partly as a response and partly as a plea for him to keep fucking you silly like this.
He gently slaps your clit, a satisfied smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, as he reaches forward to suck on your earlobe, and you barely have time to yelp when his pace quickens even more. The sound of skin slapping against skin is so painfully loud in the dark kitchen it makes you briefly wonder if his bandmates in the other room have already heard you, but as if reading your thoughts, Eddie speaks again.
"Let them hear what I'm doing to you, how much you love this cock. My pretty girl." He tells you, pulling out and lightly slapping your clit with the head of his cock, a gesture so uncharacteristically possessive of him, it makes you clench around nothing.
Nodding helplessly, you move your hips around in an attempt to communicate how much you want his cock back inside, and he complies, resuming his punishing pace the moment he re-enters you. You cry out, walls gripping him like a vice, nails dragging against his clothed back. He groans at the combined sensation and kisses you so hard your teeth clank against each other.
"Eds, I'm going to-" You're cut off as his cock delivers yet another precise thrust. But you don't need to finish your sentence, if the understanding glint in his eyes is any indication. He moves you around before you have any time to process what's happening and you're suddenly being laid on the countertop - face down, ass up - and he enters you just as his hand buries itself in your hair, yanking, but not enough to hurt, as you feel your whole body being manhandled upright, your back pressed against his chest.
Your blurry eyes catch sight of the kitchen entrance, and it clicks, just as you feel your climax take hold - anyone could walk in right now and see you getting fucked like a whore by Eddie Roundtree himself, bent over the countertop.
And that's exactly what Eddie wants.
"Cum for me, baby, c'mon. Let go for me." He urges behind you, panting due to his own impending orgasm, and you do just that. As your ears start ringing and your vision turns white, you can briefly recognize his voice coaxing you through it. You lean your head against his shoulder when you feel him follow shortly after, releasing inside of you.
The kitchen is comfortingly quiet as both of you calm down from your respective orgasms. Eddie presses kisses at the back of your head, a silent apology for his slightly rough treatment, and you turn your head, kissing his cheek in return.
You're about to tell him that you love him when the kitchen door opens and your fake boyfriend Anthony (or was it Aaron?) appears at the threshold, eyes widening in shock as he takes in the sight in front of him. You avert your eyes down in embarrassment, but Eddie moves his hand towards him in a shooing gesture, a toothy smile on his face that only emerges when he knows he's being a prick and loving it.
"Do you mind? Me and my girl were having a moment."
The guy nods shakily and leaves, the look on his face so bewildered it almost makes you feel bad.
"Eddie..." You sigh and he laughs, prideful, the sound of his uninhibited laughter making butterflies flutter in your stomach. "That was so unnecessary."
"I know. I don't really care, though."
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themultifandomgal · 3 months
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Kelly Severide- A Sick Child And Wife
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Kelly and I got married 6 years ago. We have 2 children Aniah who is 4 and Jordan who is 2 and we are currently trying for another. I woke up not feeling well today, sick, headache, sore throat. Unfortunately I know it's not morning sickness as I have started my period. I stay in bed a little longer this morning before I hear a little voice "Momma wake up" I feel little hands on my face "momma I want food" I open one eye to see my little girl Aniah staring at me. I groan sitting up "where's daddy?" I ask looking over to the empty side of the bed. He's not at work today
"With Jordan. He's sick"
"I think whatever Jordan has momma might have" I smile at her
"Oh no. Uncle Matt said when someone gets sick we all get sick" I chuckle at her
"Your uncle Matt doesn't know when to zip it does he?" I get out of bed and immediately have to run to the bathroom. I can hear Aniah shouting for Kelly and running down the stairs
"Daddy, daddy, mommas sick" I flush the toilet and go downstairs to see my husband cuddling our son on the couch who is wrapped up in a blanket with a bowl next to him
"Morning. How are you feeling?" Kelly looks up at me from the TV
"Sick" I chuckle
"I'm sorry baby" I sit next to Jordan and snuggle up to him "I'll make you a drink" Kelly gets up and walks into the kitchen. I lie back on the couch with Jordan in my arms and sooth him to sleep. I can hear slight mumbling coming from the kitchen. "Hey baby" I look up to see Kelly with a cup in his hand "I've rang Matt, him and Gabby are going to take Aniah out for the day and your brothers are coming over to me look after you and Jordan"
"Yay uncle Matt and auntie Gabby" Aniah starts dancing around
"They don't have to" I say
"I know but it will be really helpful"
"Is that why uncle Matt said everyone gets sick?"
"Yes sweetheart because we all look out for each other and help each other when we're sick"
"Aniah go upstairs and I'll come up to help you get changed" we watch as she runs up the stairs "I'll take Jordan up to bed. Drink this tea and try to rest" I smile at Kelly as he scoops Jordan up in his arms and carries him up to bed. I can then hear giggling coming from upstairs, I'm guessing Aniah is getting dressed. I sip my tea and close my eyes.
Not long later I hear the door open. I look over to see my brothers and Kelly's best friends
"Hey sis how you feeling?" Will asks walking over to the couch and places a hand on my head
"Like shit. It's like morning sickness all over again but nothing to look forward to" I try to joke
"You are really warm. You wanna go up to bed?" I shake my head no and we hear little footsteps running down the stairs
"Auntie Gabby" Aniah yells making wince at the headache that has now fully set in
"Shhh Aniah your momma doesn't feel well" Gabby replies as she hugs her
"Sorry momma"
"It's ok baby. Have fun with Matt and Gabby" I smile at her. She walks over to me and kisses my cheek
"Feel better soon momma. I love you"
"I love you to angel" Kelly walks down the stairs carrying a bucket over to the kitchen
"Bye daddy"
"Bye sweetheart" we watch as everyone leaves
"Ok so Will you wanna take care of Jordan and I'll look after YN? Jay you wanna run to the store and grab some supplies?"
"Sure" Will smiles and takes the now clean bucket upstairs. Jay leaves with some money while sits on the couch, I lay my head on his lap and Kelly begins to play with my hair soothing me to sleep
"Thank you Kelly. For looking after us"
"Always baby. In sickness and in health remember. I love you"
"I love you too"
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anantaru · 1 year
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎 — 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗
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✦ kinktober day 30 — car sex feat. al-haitham : heizou : diluc : xiao x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.
✦ warnings: sweaty : modern au
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✦ 𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌
your fingers laced together as al-haitham pulled you on his lap. Although the car wasn't the smallest, it was still uncomfortable at first as you needed some time to adjust and find a spot that would be pleasant for the both of you. His eyes were pleading, filled with lust, barely able to keep his hands off you as he helped you get rid of your shirt, pulling your skirt up to your waist.
al-haitham readjusted his seat so you could practically lay on top of him as your fingers ran down his body, unbuckling his belt to free his semi erect cock. You felt his muscles tense as you silently trailed your fingers up his ribcage, his hair strands hiding his face when you used your other hand to push them away.
"come closer." al-haitham's voice was husky, watching you through his half lidded eyes as you obliged, placing a peck on his lips. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing your own as he slightly lifted you up, lazily fisting his cock before helping you sit down. Al-haitham allowed himself a short sigh of relief, tossing his head back as you rolled your hips into him, moaning from the pleasure. Your fingers clenched onto the car seat as you used the build up strength to rut yourself faster into him, adoring nothing more than seeing your boyfriend become a whiny little mess.
✦ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔
heizou fumbled with his belt in anticipation, struggling to wait any longer as you got rid of your clothes as well, throwing it towards the backseat. "are you sure you want to do it here, there's more space in the back?" you asked curiously, rubbing your hands over his exposed shoulders, "I need you now." heizou urged you, placing his grip on the flesh of your ass to squeeze the skin which spilled in between his fingers.
you weren't capable of withstanding his eyes that always managed to flatter you, cheeks rising up with heat. Heizou attacked your neck next, the steering wheel slightly pushed on your back as you laid forward into his embrace to have the uncomfortable push go away. "better?" heizou asked cheekily, full on well knowing the answer already as you rubbed your wet folds on his shaft, coating him fully. You caught a whimper in your throat as he pushed you down, adding more pressure to your grinding.
heizou threw his head back at a particularly hard thrust, his adams apple in full view as he swallowed down, chuckling. "fuck, sit on my cock baby." he really couldn‘t bear with the pain in his groin anymore, hardly being able to go another minute without feeling your walls clench on his girth. You slightly rose up, only a little so you wouldn't hit your head as you slid him in, your cunt splitting open and taking him fully. "fuck." your walls twitched as his veins grazed over your sensitive gummy walls, sinking down more until he was finally fully sheathed in you.
✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂
you climbed into the backseat as diluc followed right behind you, fumbling with his belt and pulling his zipper down. You proceeded to push his pants and briefs down to his knees, climbing on his lap to straddle him. "I can't believe we're doing this." the lust in his voice was evident, overshadowing the slight concern of someone actually spotting you both in the car.
you were hardly able to perceive anything as diluc suddenly looped his arms around your waist to lay you down, him now hovering over you. It was hard to move like that, your bodies pressed together as you wrapped your legs around his body, digging your heel into his back to keep him there. Diluc hissed out upon sinking into your tight cunt, one of his hands on top of your head so you wouldn't hurt yourself.
it was hot in the car, diluc's hair strands began to stick on his forehead as your make up was slightly smudged yet none of you seemed to care, suckling and folding with each other without a single care in the world. Diluc's tensed shoulders relaxed under your firm touches, his breath developing into fastened pants as he quickened his speed, the sinful squelching noises of your play filling the car. "you feel amazing." he breathed out, fluttering his eyes open to meet your own before kissing you starvingly.
✦ 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎
xiao opened the backseat door, motioning you to go to him as you laid down, only your legs being outside of the car. He leaned towards your body to pull you closer, licking his lips, "xiao." you were anxious with a worried expression, concerned of unwanted eyes spotting the both of you, "what if someone sees us?" your question was warranted yet xiao brushed it off, "don't scream my name then."
his hands fell to your skirt, flipping it over your stomach while ripping your panties off, letting it dangle on your ankle. Before actually diving in to taste you, he watched you intently, the way your breathing quickened, or how particularly sweet you would look at him through your lashes. Your cunt was drooling with your slick, his fingers dragging your essence over your folds before he lowered himself, beginning to put a kiss right on your clit.
he placed his digits on your folds before spreading them open, licking in between them as your gooey slick coated his wet muscle. Xiao hummed at the taste, you were so sweet, with the natural bitterness accompanying it. "fuck." you moaned out, hiding your sinful sounds with the back of your hand before xiao decided to suck down on your folds. Your heart began to pound in your chest, so hard, you could practically hear it in your ears as his tongue gradually picked up on pace, his free hand fondling with your breast as you desperately tried to keep quiet.
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Violets & Plums: Astarion/Tav, Part 3
Part 2 Masterlist
A/N: still no clue what to name this fic tbh. CW for Astarion's back story/Cazador bullshit, and there's a bit of nudity that gets spicy
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Astarion barely said a word the entire day. It was a boring one; the group had decided to circle back to the druids' grove to confront Kagha about some evidence they found that she was working with shadow druids. Additionally, they wanted to re-up on supplies before mounting their final attack on the goblin camp. This meant a long day of walking and retracing old steps.
Personally, Astarion could not care less what Kagha was doing with the grove. He didn't see why it was any of their business if she wanted to kick the tieflings out and lock things down, but of course, Tav disagreed. Not only did Tav have a bleeding heart for apparently all wretched creatures, but she had Karlach in her ear begging her to make sure the orphaned tiefling children were safe. There was no point in arguing, since everyone else aside from Lae'zel seemed to agree.
Besides, Astarion had decided that the only way to deal with his unfortunate new Tav problem was to ignore her entirely as much as possible. If he just didn't speak to her, she wouldn't be able to read him and he wouldn't have the stomach flipping issue. He had a new mantra that he kept repeating in his mind. Get Halsin. Get to the creche. Remove tadpole. Be on his merry way. No more Tav.
But even as he repeated it to himself, he couldn't shake the possessive feeling that had risen in him at the sight of his bite marks on her neck. Mine. Her arms wrapped around him. Her breath in his ear. The scent of violet and plums. Get Halsin. Get to the creche. Remove tadpole. Steal Tav away. No more others. Just them.
Fuck.
"Here's the stream. We're about halfway there." Wyll called over his shoulder from the front of the pack.
"Thank the gods, I want to shower off that nasty bog smell!" Karlach darted forward, her large body clearing a path for everyone behind her to walk through.
"A rinse would do this wizard good," Gale agreed, looking to Tav. "Shall we stop for an hour or so?"
"I don't think there's any stopping Karlach, anyway," Tav chuckled, dropping her pack on the edge of the stream. The tiefling was already throwing her clothes off over her shoulder, leaving a trail of boots and belts behind her.
"There's a waterfall!" Karlach cried, and as the rest of the group caught up, Astarion could see her already splashing her way over to it. Wyll, Lae'zel, and Shadowheart were quick behind her, stripping down to their underwear and splashing each other as they sank into the rushing water (Lae'zel and Shadowheart splashing each other with particular aggression).
"Gods, this feels good on my engine," sighed Karlach. The waterfall ran over her turned into a giant cloud of steam.
"Maybe I can hug you if you're standing under there!" Tav said excitedly. Astarion averted his eyes as she removed her clothes and waded over to her friend. Why is she always hugging everyone?
Next to Astarion, Gale picked his way gingerly through the shallow part of the stream until he settled himself in up to his chest.
"It really does feel quite nice," the wizard informed him, clearly confused as to why Astarion was still fully dressed and standing tensely on the bank. Astarion shot him a dark look.
Wyll floated back over to Astarion and Gale, sighing dreamily. "Ah, women. Is there any sight better?"
The three of them looked quietly as the four girls laughed raucously under the waterfall. Even Lae'zel was in on the fun, an uncharacteristic smile across her unusual features. Astarion swallowed thickly as his eyes fell on Tav, her skin slick and shining under the rushing water. Her sheer joy almost choked him with its purity. He turned away.
"I'm going to find some privacy," he told the men pointedly so that they wouldn't try to follow him. He wasn't in the mood for a boys club atmosphere with those two.
A few meters away, Astarion at last toed off his boots and removed his clothing and gear, folding them neatly on a tree trunk before wading into the stream. He scrubbed himself with his bergamot soap, sighing as he realized how stiff his shoulders were and how sore his feet and legs were. He leaned back and dunked his blonde curls, using his fingers to scrub through the grime.
Suddenly, he heard splashing coming towards him and he instinctively ducked so that the water covered up to his chin. Infuriatingly, it was Tav wading towards him.
"Hi," she said with a smile.
"What do you want?" he felt defensive and vulnerable with his clothes off; it made him snippy. She cocked her head at him, but the smile didn't falter.
"I'm sorry, I've intruded on you," she observed. "I only wanted to see if you were alright. You've been so quiet today I rather thought a monster hunter had stolen you away."
"I'm fine," he snapped. Her gentle tone made his teeth grind. He wished she would kneel further into the water so that he couldn't see so much of her, as it was very distracting.
"My, you're awfully acidic today. If hunger's the cause, you can come and feed on me again tonight." She said it so casually, as though she told him he could borrow a cup of sugar. He gaped at her. "Not as much as last time, though, I need my strength for tomorrow. I'll make sure to eat a big dinner, too." The last bit she said more to herself than to him, and then looked at him expectantly.
"I - uh - alright," he replied uncertainly. He hated how much he wanted it. Hated that it was physically impossible for him to say no. Hated that she was so bloody nice about it all.
She smiled. "Brilliant. I'll leave you to your primping, then."
Once they had all dried off in the afternoon sun, they set off again. It took all of Astarion's strength not to let his eyes rove over Tav's body as she lay bathed in the radiant light. He chose instead to focus on attempting to inflict psychic damage on Gale, who was letting his eyes rove plainly and with reckless abandon for his own life and safety.
When they finally reached the grove, Astarion realized how critical it in fact was that Tav had offered to let him drink from her. After confronting Kagha and disposing of the shadow druids, the chastised elf had offered them sleeping arrangements to stay in the grove for the night. Within the confines of the grove, Astarion would not be able to hunt, as all animals were sacred to the druids. And, honestly, he wouldn't be able to tell which ones were actually druids in wildshape. He didn't fancy picking a fight with one of these nut jobs.
Then came the selection of sleeping arrangements. Each room had two beds, which meant there would be an odd one out. Astarion obviously expected to be the spare, guessing Wyll and Gale would take one room and the girls would pair off. He stood off from the group as they discussed the arrangements, and turned to face Tav when she came to break the news. But again, she surprised him.
"Me and you, then?"
"I... what?"
"Lae'zel has elected to to sleep on the ground because 'beds are too comfortable'," Tav explained. "And, considering our plans for the evening, it makes sense."
Over her head, Astarion could see Karlach and Shadowheart whispering to one another and looking in their direction, smiling devilishly.
"Quite."
If Astarion had ever been inclined to believe in a god before, he knew definitively in this moment that they had all abandoned him. Confined to a private room with Tav, where they had every intention of entering an intimate situation. He might as well just stake himself in the middle of this hallway.
"Our room will be this way." Tav picked up her pack and gestured for him to follow, which he had no choice but to do. The room was simple and bare; druids were not known for great finery. But it was clean and smelled of cedar wood and fresh flowers. Admittedly, Astarion was rather looking forward to sleeping in a proper bed for the first time since he was abducted.
His eyes taking in the room snagged on her, standing awkwardly.
"I'm going to change clothes," she explained.
"Ah, right, of course." He turned away from her, pretending to inspect the bed. The candle on her side of the room cast her shadow on the wall next to him as she unlaced her jerkin and pulled her cotton shirt over her head. As she turned, he could see the silhouette of her breasts as she heaved a deep breath. Astarion raked his hand through his hair and busied himself unlacing his own boots.
After a few more quiet moments, she spoke softly: "Okay, I'm finished. I'm ready when you are."
Astarion closed his eyes to steel himself for a quick moment before turning to face her. She was laying on the bed wearing a thin tunic and smoothing her hair off of her neck. She had pulled the blanket haphazardly over her, but he could see the top of her thigh poking out; it did not seem that she was wearing any pants. Gods, hadn't he seen enough of her naked flesh today? The sight made him feel as though he was blushing, even though there was no warmth to his skin.
Slowly, he stalked over to her bedside, and she looked up at him with a frown.
"Perhaps I should lay on the floor? I don't want to spill blood on the bed."
"Don't worry about that, darling. I will ensure none is spilled. Just... make yourself comfortable."
She seemed satisfied at this, and settled back, turning her head so that her previously punctured neck was exposed. Now it was he that hesitated.
"I... would you rather I sit on the edge of the bed and lay across you, or hold myself over you like I did last time?" One way required him laying on her chest, but the other would almost certainly require him planting his knee between her legs to hold himself at the right angle.
"Oh," she sounded surprised, and a blush crept up her neck as she made the same realizations. "uhm, whatever is more comfortable for you."
Astarion wanted to laugh. He had never been so uncomfortable in his life. At least in Cazador's dungeon, he usually had an idea of what was coming next. Ultimately, he decided to sit on the side of the bed, and he sank himself down next to her.
"Not too much," she reminded him, and he nodded, putting his hand over his heart to show his sincere promise.
Well, here goes nothing.
He leaned into her, and her scent overtook him instantly. He parted his lips to her pulse point and felt her swallow, preparing herself. He lined his fangs up to the previous punctures, and slowly sank into her neck.
At the first taste of her blood to his tongue, he was completely and utterly lost. His hands clutched at her warm body beneath her as he grew dizzy with the scent he was coming to know as uniquely hers. It sang to him like a siren song, coaxing his hands to move on their own accord, clawing at the hem of her tunic and clutching at that thigh skin that had taunted him moments earlier. She gasped, and he thought he might be hurting her, but her hand flew to the back of his head and knotted in his hair. He moaned as she fingered his silver curls, her other hand rubbing up and down his forearm.
Everything was blurring together. He wasn't sure when he withdrew his fangs, but the next moment he was licking the rivulets of blood that ran from the punctures they left behind. Now it was she who moaned, still clutching him, pressing her body against him. He lavished her neck until the blood stopped running, but he couldn't tear himself away. He began nipping, sucking, and kissing his way up her neck, catching her earlobe, and then slowly crossing her jaw bone.
"Astarion," she choked out, her voice a breathy whisper in his ear. He pulled back immediately.
"I'm sorry," he gasped. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"
But the hand still tangled in his hair firmly pulled his face to hers, crashing their lips together in a searing kiss.
That was it. He was completely broken. He opened his mouth hungrily, drinking her in. Their teeth clashed with the desperate need to be closer, to feel each other, their frenzied desire burning hot fire into his lifeless body. He felt her hands tugging his shirt untucked and roaming her hands over the skin beneath, and he did the same. Warm. Soft. He broke the kiss only long enough to tear her tunic off. He hesitated only the briefest of seconds before discarding his own shirt. Fuck it, he thought. It's just a fucking scar.
He dove back into the crook of her neck, their naked chests crashing blissfully together as he lavished her with kisses everywhere he could see. Her skin was so hot, he couldn't believe Karlach was the only one with an infernal engine in her chest. Astarion had been cold for so, so long. For the first time in 200 years, he felt alive.
This thought sobered him, and he slowed his kisses. He was afraid to get to the next part. She was so perfect, so beautiful and soft and warm. She deserved good things. He wasn't good. He was damaged beyond repair. He was a killer, a monster, no matter what she said on the matter.
He didn't realize how still he'd gone as this panicked thought grasped him until he felt her hands stroking gently across his face, their foreheads pressed together.
"Are you alright?" she whispered, caressing him.
Astarion opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak. He didn't even know what to say. Didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to ruin the moment even more so than he already had. He let out a sigh he hadn't realized he was holding.
He conjured an image in his mind of a request, one that he was too ashamed to vocalize because it was so pathetic. Then, he gently prodded at her tadpole. With their foreheads together, it felt like they were tapping on opposite sides of a window pane. She connected to him, and he showed her the image.
"Of course," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
She rearranged herself and motioned for him to lay down. He lay his head on her shoulder, face in the crook of her neck, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She took him in her arms, gently caressing his shoulders with her fingertips, and kissed the top of his head. After a few minutes of silence, she whispered again into the flickering candlelight.
"You don't have to share anything with me. But if you want to talk about what you're feeling, you can tell me anything. You're safe with me."
Astarion felt, of all things, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He swallowed and blinked them away, hugging her even tighter, if possible. Instinctively, he reached for a joke to distract from his discomfort. But it died in his throat as she continued with her gentle ministrations. There was something sobering about the dim light in the room that made him feel bare. He didn't want to lie to her. And he did feel safe with her.
"When I was under Cazador's control," he began slowly, "he made me do a lot of terrible things. I... was forced to use my body to lure victims for him." Her hand stilled for a moment as the shock of this revelation hit her, but she continued her caresses. '"He sent me out to find the most beautiful creatures in Baldur's Gate, and to ruin them. The things I've done..." he trailed off, eyes stinging again, "my body, it's tainted. It's a weapon. And I killed so many."
He lifted his head to look at her. Her lip was trembling. "I'm afraid to ruin you."
After a moment, she seemed to compose herself enough to speak. "You are not tainted. You were a slave, and you did what you had to do to survive, and because you had no choice. Gods, you are -" she huffed out a breathless laugh that lacked mirth, "- you are so beautiful, Astarion. And really and truly brilliant. You could never hurt me. I am safe with you." She cupped his chin in her hand and used her thumb to swipe a tear from his cheek, looking deeply into his eyes.
"You are not a monster."
Astarion pressed his face into her chest, unable to handle the kindness of her words. He didn't deserve them, but he wanted so badly to believe her.
"Thank you," he all but whispered, pressing a kiss to her skin. "No one has ever had a kind word for me. You're the only one."
"Get used to it." She squeezed his shoulders and resumed her gentle caresses. "And when we get to Baldur's Gate, we're going to kill Cazador."
Astarion chuckled. He wondered if Tav, in all her research, had any idea of how hard it would be to kill a vampire lord. But it was so like her to believe that she could, and he let her. He even allowed himself to envision the fantasy where Cazador was destroyed, and he would finally and truly be free. It almost ached, how much he wanted it to be true. Beneath his head, he felt her sigh, as though she were drifting off to sleep.
"Sweet dreams, my dearest one," he whispered as the candle flickered out, allowing her warmth to lull him into a sleep of his own.
Part 4
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;R1999 PAVIA - Love Languages (giving)
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Headcanons and analysis on Pavia's love languages and the way he likes to show affection.
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yeah ok ive been playing reverse 1999 what about it <3
it might be a little too early to write anything for it, given the lack of in-depth content, the awful translation and all, but who cares lol
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Pavia as a whole - his speech pattern, the way he presents himself, his appearance, line of work, relationships, etc - can easily be described as brash and straightforward. That direct sincerity and lack of restraint is part of what makes him dangerous. One can always count on Pavia to do and say whatever he wants, whenever he feels like it, regardless of time and situation.
When it comes to showing affection, no one thinks Pavia is capable (let alone willing) of forming lasting or meaningful friendships with anyone other than his pack of wolves. They all expect the same direct and selfish behaviour from Pavia in romantic endeavors, and he delivers wonderfully.
If someone manages to catch his eye, then he'll pursue them and make his intentions very clear - romance is optional and reserved for more "difficult" targets, but he's not the type to put in the effort. All of this inevitably leads to heartbreak and a long line of partners, each and every one fully convinced on being "the one" that would steer Pavia back onto the right track, into a more honest life.
Of course, this just applies to all those fleeting flings and whims, the superficial relationships everyone around him takes at face value to justify their hatred and disapproval of him.
Unless you're part of the pack, it's near impossible to know how Pavia acts around those he truly cares for because of his solitary lifestyle, to the point where those people might not even realize that Pavia cares about them and is actively trying to be nice. His love languages are unorthodox - as well as hidden under a few layers of nonchalance and casualness, I'd even argue that Pavia himself struggles to wrap his head around the concept of caring for someone other than himself - but with enough patience and attention to detail, they'll get easier to spot! Once you understand Pavia and his MO, it all just clicks into place.
Giving: Quality Time, Gifts
[Quality Time]
In this case, the term is used very loosely, as it doesn't exactly match the usual definition - there's no uninterrupted outings nor intimate one-on-one conversations, just an intense presence orbiting around as you go about your day.
This is what Pavia considers "quality time": inserting himself into the lives of those he cares about, entirely unannounced, to follow them until he's had enough or drag them around to do whatever he feels like doing if their routine is much too boring for his taste. The confidence he displays when disrupting people's lives paints him as a jerk with little to no care for their business - after all, how can it be quality time if you can't go buy groceries in peace because Pavia keeps trying to sneak weird shit into your cart and expecting you to pay? It's all pretty on brand for him, to use his presence as an obstacle and annoyance, the same way others have used it in the past as punishment.
But this is Pavia we're talking about. He prefers solitude, he doesn't care for company and he's turned loneliness into both a weapon and a shield.
It's always been very clear to him that no one wants to stick around, so for Pavia to offer his company in this manner is not unlike a stray dog testing the waters, seeing if it's safe enough to come out of hiding. He's gauging your reaction to his antics, his existence as a whole, under the pretense of bothering you because "he feels like it". It's kind of a privilege (and a miracle) to have Pavia seek you out without a bounty for your head! Consider yourself lucky.
But to address the two most common outcomes of this love language - if Pavia takes the lead and drags you around, it means you'll be involved in the most random fucking shenanigans.
Sometimes, he just lets you hang out with him, and you know you're dear to him if he allows the pack to play and relax around you. Sometimes, you're witness to his mercenary work and other shady jobs, willingly or not (he'll call you a coward if you don't want to bury a body with him). Sometimes, he takes you shopping only to dare you to get a five finger discount with him because he sure as hell isn't paying for all this shit. Sometimes, you see him argue for fun with people he doesn't even know. Sometimes, he shows you the hidden gems of his city and then leaves to see how you find your way back.
On one hand, it's a test - to see how you'll do should he choose to stick around for longer than what's acceptable for someone like him. On the other, he wants you to be part of his world, not only small glimpses of it - it's all or nothing. So it's only fair that he shows you the type of shit that you'll be getting into if you allow him to stay. Or rather, to welcome him when he comes and goes as he pleases.
On those scarce days when he prefers to follow you around, he's mostly driven by curiosity. Pavia rejects every conventional notion of leading a "normal" life, to be part of all those blubbering idiots and their made up rules, but he's still curious about how it all works. Do you really just wake up early to get prepared and then go to a job you don't even like? For like, a third of the day? Then you go home? And then you pass out for eight or more hours? Why the fuck would you even do that? Quit your job, what's the point. Live a life of reckless abandon.
He pokes fun at everything that he doesn't like, teases and bullies nonstop (one would have to be delusional to think Pavia's attitude softens around his loved ones, in fact, it gets worse), gets in the way and makes everything harder for you - but then you realize...
No one else has given you any sort of trouble, if else they've been nicer. There's been a sale everywhere you've gone to buy whatever you need, maybe you've been given a surprising discount. If you bump into someone, they apologize profusely. If you make any sort of mistake, it's forgiven immediately. There's always a seat for you no matter where you go, and the world seems to bend at your will for a split second.
You can thank him for that, by the way. Others would kill to have such scary dog privileges. And if things don't go the way he expects them to, that's fine too! He's ready to throw hands at the drop of a hat!
[Gifts]
This one is pretty easy and straightforward! Pavia likes to give things to his loved ones, as long as he doesn't have to pay much for them and as long as they don't ask anything from his personal collection or belongings (he's very territorial). Easy! Oh, and if you ask him directly for something, chances are he'll end up not getting you absolutely fucking nothing - but he'll praise you for trying anyway!
He's a hoarder, so he assumes that others also want lots of interesting and pretty trinkets to spruce up the house. His collection is more of a statement, and one could argue that him wanting to hoard is a direct consequence of the way he was brought up.
Somewhat unrelated, but I do like the specific headcanon about how Pavia is very easy to scam based on various lines in-game, like his glasses being a cheap copy of an actual italian brand and how most of his accessories are described as just garbage with no real value. Either that or he simply doesn't care enough about really owning any expensive brands, but likes to brag anyway.
No matter the reasoning behind it, giving gifts is an important part of Pavia's love languages.
However, he never aims to get you something that you've been eyeing for a while or something that could be useful - it's usually things that remind him of you, for better and for worse. Or really, anything he gets his hands on.
Pavia might show up one day with the ugliest little creature on a keychain, saying that it looks like you. And then, some other day he might show up with some matching earrings he made from scrap metal. If he's feeling particularly nice, he treats you to gelato, his favorite, or he'll have a bunch of fancy clothes or jewelry. Some of the gifts are questionable, and their origins even more so knowing the way Pavia operates and all, but it's up to you to ask him where he keeps getting all these things. It's pretty easy to tell, especially when the clothes are definitely not your size and the jewelry is all pure gold, with small blood stains. You'll have to forgive him, the guy is messy!
If you ever choose to throw away his gifts, Pavia won't hold it against you - it's your shit now, he couldn't care less what you do with it. Sometimes, you think he's simply using you as extra storage or as his personal trash bin.
You'll only see him visibly angry if you lose or throw away something that he specifically made for you. Those are the only gifts that really mean something to him, that should mean something to you! Pavia expects you to wear those little earrings, bracelets or whatever he ends up making - none of his wolves wear collars, so this is the closest thing you'll have to being officially accepted into the pack.
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zapreportsblog · 8 months
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Hiiii~!!! Can I request miles 42 with super chill/patient gf reader. Say like he is late, doesn't mean to flake on her, or keeps breaking promise time to time but reader is like "its ok love, things happen" only for miles to be something like "I am grateful you're not mad but why arent you mad?"
Omg, you are my first requester for a fic 😳 thank you so much for entrusting me to write this for you and hopefully you enjoy it :)
The Ebb and Flow of Love
➥ summary: miles is always canceling dates but his girlfriend doesn’t mind, she understands that he’s busy and he’s thankful for her for being so patient with him.
➥ earth 42 miles x reader
➥ a/n: hopefully I did good!!
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In the bustling streets of New York City, Miles Morales—known to some as the Prowler—grappled with the challenges of juggling his double life as a hero and a boyfriend. The weight of responsibility often forced him to cancel dates and hangouts, leaving his girlfriend, (Y/N), feeling disappointed. Yet, amidst the chaos, their love remained steadfast, as (Y/N) embraced a deep understanding of Miles' commitments.
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One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, (Y/N) sat patiently in Miles' apartment, waiting for his arrival. She had chosen a cozy spot on the couch, her favorite book in hand, knowing that their plans might yet again be disrupted by the demands of Miles' heroic endeavors.
The door creaked open, and Miles stepped inside, a mix of exhaustion and determination etched upon his face. He offered (Y/N) a sheepish smile, his voice filled with regret. "I'm so sorry, mi amor. It happened again—I had to respond to an urgent call. I didn't mean to cancel on you."
(Y/N) set aside her book, her gaze soft and understanding. "It's alright, Miles. I know how important your duty is to you, and I fully support it. We can always have a rain check for this date. Your safety and the well-being of others are paramount."
Miles sighed, relief washing over him as he realized the depth of (Y/N)'s understanding. He sank down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Thank you, mi amor. Your understanding means the world to me. It's not easy, balancing everything, but with you by my side, it becomes a little easier."
(Y/N) leaned into his embrace, her voice filled with reassurance. "We're in this together, Miles. I'm here to support you through thick and thin. Our love can weather any storm."
As time went on, the ebb and flow of Miles' responsibilities continued to present challenges. (Y/N) remained a constant source of support, always there to provide a listening ear and a warm embrace when Miles needed it most.
They established a routine of communication and understanding, openly discussing the demands of Miles' heroic life and finding ways to navigate the obstacles it presented. They learned to treasure the moments they did have together, whether it was a stolen hour for coffee or a quiet evening at home.
On those rare occasions when their plans were interrupted, (Y/N) would offer a range check—a time to reconnect and reschedule their missed date. It became a ritual that embodied their resilience and unwavering commitment to one another.
One evening, as (Y/N) and Miles settled into a cozy café, sipping their favorite drinks, (Y/N) couldn't help but voice her admiration. "Miles, I'm continually amazed by your dedication to others. Your willingness to sacrifice your own time and desires for the greater good is truly inspiring."
Miles smiled, his gaze meeting hers. "And I'm constantly in awe of your understanding and support, (Y/N). Not everyone would be as patient as you have been. Your love has been a beacon of light during my darkest moments."
(Y/N) reached across the table, her hand finding Miles' as she spoke from the depths of her heart. "Love is about embracing each other's dreams and aspirations, Miles. I believe in you, and I'm honored to stand by your side as you fulfill your purpose."
Their hands intertwined, the connection between them palpable. In that moment, they understood that their love was a force that could withstand the challenges life threw their way. Together, they would navigate the ebbs and flows of their journey, their commitment to each other serving as an anchor through the unpredictable tides.
As time passed, Miles' understanding of the importance of balance grew. He learned to prioritize self-care and to communicate his needs to (Y/N). Through open conversations and compromises, they found a way to maintain their connection amidst the chaos of their lives.
And so, in the vibrant tapestry of New York City, Miles Morales and (Y/N) embraced a love that transcended canceled plans and rearranged dates. Their bond grew stronger with each challenge, reinforcing their shared belief in the power of understanding, patience, and unwavering support.
Together, they wove a tale of resilience, knowing that their love could conquer the obstacles they faced. They celebrated the small moments, cherishing the range checks and the stolen seconds, understanding that their connection would endure, unyielding and unbreakable.
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pryllee · 7 months
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Come and get me.
Content: Yandere/Stalker Ajax, Lil bit of a blowjob, Reader is switch, AFAB reader, "Healing" but its actually not, Masturbation, Toxic relationship, Both are lowkey obsessed, Public(?) sex, Nosebleeds, impregnation, name carving onto skin
Pair: Ajax x Fem! Reader
A/N: Bare with the writing if it's bad since I wrote this like last year, I recently privated it cus I thought it was prob kinda cringe but I lowk like the sex part...
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part 1 / part 2 (coming soon)
Tears trickled down your cheek, his hand plastered to your neck as you felt him fill you to the brim, legs shaking in ectasy but also with fear. You were so unsure of what to think right now, Struggling to support yourself with your arms clenching onto the wrinkled sheets.
The way you spasmed around him was blissful, your moaning combined with whimpers was such a wonderful melody.
You wish you could fully enjoy it but you felt like a stress relief toy, nevertheless you loved being stretched out by his cock, wrapping around it as if you'd never feel it again.
And you really wished you never would, until now you try to fulfill it.
You ran away, obviously. Ahem, As I was saying, you ran away to a place in Liyue, and rented a small house with the bag of mora you stole from him while sneaking out.
But after a few years, you started to feel lonely, missing how he fucked you so hard, abusing your clit. He did it so often to you to the point you've gotten used to it and became hypersexual.
You hated it. You hated how you missed his touch. You hate how you know he never actually loved you but you tried to assure yourself he'd think about your own health one day.
Beads of water fell down your chin as you rubbed your clit, shoving fingers inside but it never felt enough, as each day passed, you felt yourself getting more and more needy.
Sometimes, you felt eyes on you. But you didnt care. And a few times, it'd feel intriguing to have someone watch you, especially if its him...
You have been hoping every year for him to come and find you, but you were met with disappointment everytime. But this is what you wanted, wasnt it?
Trying to hide this side of yourself fron your friends. "Hey xia..." You sat down, trying to act as normal as you can while clenching onto your thigh to relieve the need. "Hey! I'll get you something on the house this time! It'll be extra special too, after all you are my bestfriend!" She smiled happily, while going onto cook as you watched her from outside. Suddenly Hu Tao pops up scaring you once again.
"Hi! Heard there'll be something on the house, can I have some?" She exclaimed excitedly as Xiangling looked concerned for you and a little annoyed at Hu Tao, but decided to just take it as a joke anyway, "Coming right up!"
"Anyway, I'm gonna start some gossip now, Apparently a harbinger is here again on some business, They've been at every other nation already, I kind of expected this but do you guys maybe know why they're going to every nation especially here now?" She asked whilst smiling.
A harbinger?? Like a fatui harbinger? I wonder if its him... Hes probably forgotten about me by now. Its been years after all.
Your expression faded into a frown.
You had such mixed emotions about him, you love him but you dont, you always think about coming back to him but you're scared. You're scared of just being a stress relief toy again. You want to be something more than tha..–
"Uhm..." You snap from the train of thoughts, as you try to look at Hu Tao you notice someone is blocking the way.
...
"I cant believe we're meeting again! Perhaps fate wants us to be together..." Hu Tao gets up, and defends you by covering you with her arms wide open, "Im sorry, but who are you to her?"
"Shes right! How do you know [Y/N]?!" You felt your heart drop. But also feel a bit of sadness and guilt for him. Tears threatnening to spill like crazy as you try to hold them back. "Calm down, I'm just here to give her something." Cheerfully said, it made you feel disgusted. Nauseous, afraid, relieved. "Its fine...guys—Hes just..." I pause. I want to run away. Why cant I? Whats wrong with me? I hate myself. Im scared.
A few beads of water run down your cheek, as you hear him getting up, your friends completely confused as he wipes your tears, placing something in your hands as he walks away happily. "What the actual fu–" Xiangling rushes to put her palm over Hu Taos mouth. "I think she prefers to not talk about this... –She starts whispering in her ear– Who the actual fuck was that??" she looks at xiangling, an expression saying ’girl what.’
"Its fine, whens the food ready Xia?" The first words are shaky, with your heart thumping like crazy. Trying to calm yourself down, wiping your eyes. "Oh! It should be ready about now!" She stops the fire, Grabbing two plates getting it ready to be served. "Be careful, its super duper hot" She smiled "Xiangling... How much chilis did you add in mine?" Hu Tao smiled fakely with a sarcastic irk mark popping up "U–uhmm.." "GET OVER HERE!!!"
She yelled as she chased Xiangling who started running away. I stare confusedly, before turning to an item Ajax placed in my hands. You flushed red, but you couldn't tell why, because you've finally got your hopes fulfilled, or if you were embarrassed and scared. Ah, this feels repetitive somehow.
As you get home after spending some time with them, you open the box hurriedly he gave as soon as you plopped down on your bed. "Meet me at xxxx-xxx at 9 hihihi^⁠_⁠^" Beneath the note was a pair of lingerie. The box feels a couple of years old, is it because hes been looking for me... or perhaps Im getting my hopes up.
Should I go...? You stare at the ceiling, contemplating it as its already 7. "Its unbelivable he still writes in that shitty way." You chuckle... till you heard rustling from outside a window. You get up so fast, turning to the source. Walking to it while picking up a dagger on your nightstand.
Opening it, to find nothing, but a small camera that fell on a bush and got stuck. You felt sick. Now you were really sure you hate him. Or are you just denying your feelings again? Who knows anymore. You decide to go meet him and confront him.
The location is a fancy restaraunt, so you've also decided to look your best in hopes of meeting a handsome dude during it.
till you've realized after coming inside... he rented the entire place. He smiled, Head resting ontop of his hands, elbows against the table as he admires you.
Scanning your entire body even through the table. "I was expecting you to not show up, How lucky I am!" His cheeriness made you annoyed. "...Lets get to the point. Why did I find this outside my window?" You slam the camera down onto the table. He glances at it, his smile fading away, looking back at you with a dull expression. "Hm..." He placed his hand against his chin, trying to think of something.
Your mouth started to water at how hot he looked for a second as you felt that same need pop up again, blushing a bright red from embarrassment as you sit down, retreating your hand back. "Huh? Whats wrong with you all of a sudden?" To no avail, you dont respond, wiping your mouth. "Hmm... Come here." He pat his leg. Signalling you to come over and sit on his lap.
"Are you crazy? Why would I do that...?" You scoff, "Its not like you have a choice now that you came here, I'm sure you know I dont like resorting to force." "How about you make me?" He annoyingly stares. "You're really making me do it? Fine." He walks over, and you already start to regret it, getting up from your seat and walking to the other side from the table as him.
"I–Ill do it- I'll sit down." You shiver. "Well you're stubborn huh." He sits back down on his seat, Looking at you, and looking back at his lap. You shyly sit down on his lap, feeling scared as you can clearly see he brought a knife with him. One of his arms wraps around you, and the other slides down your thigh as you flush red.
"What if people see us?" Hes nips at your bare neck, making you shiver. Its been so long since you've done it. "Mhm..." He lets you off of his lap, and you start to feel disappointed. Till he signals to go down the table, Just what is he plotting? You decide to go down, its so dark under here,
After all there is a long white cover... you accidentally grab onto his knee, while almost falling down and you feel an arm pull you closer. "Suck it," He demanded. "Hurry up, I'm getting impatient." You gritted your teeth annoyed. You try to find it, and there it is, its practically begging to be let out, its bulging so hard.
You unzip his pants, finally letting it free, as you grip onto it, hearing him grunt a little. You stroke it a few times, Has it gotten larger...? "You slide your mouth up and down it, tasting a bit of precum. "Fuck, Hurry up and put it in your mouth, you dont understand how long I've been waiting ever since you ran away like an idiot."
You try to take it in fully, But you just gag like crazy, coughing and almost hitting your head. An arm reaches out, and pats you as you try again, Taking it in slowly. Tears are frantically falling down, as you start to get more and more wet by the second along with a sore throat. You're having so much trouble because its been years,
it feels so much more girthy, you shove a few fingers down your undergarments, stroking your needy clit, and across your folds your hands are covered with your juices as you already cummed. He grunted some more but he started to sound more and more annoyed till he dragged you out, your perfect hair was ruined,
and you were dripping wet. You were already a mess when you both havent even actually started. He placed you down on his lap, as you felt his abs through the shirt and his dick pressing against your back. He looks up at you as you blush a bright red, your eyes shifting everywhere. "Fuck off, dont look at me like that..." He chuckles, his hand raising to cover his face as he does,
Before he fists his hair into a ball. "Tell me, and dont lie, how long have you wanted my dick inside of you for?" He sucks on a a spot of your breast, while pushing your dress down to reveal it. "For...ever since I ran away." He smiles, "Oh really? Do you need it now?" "Y...–yes.. 'Need it so bad." You bite your lip in frustration, as you try to unbutton his shirt. "Go on, ride me like the whore you are." He feels even harder that before... You move up, placing yourself on his tip, slowly trying to enter as he holds onto your arm to support you. "Hnngh..~...mmn.." As he abruptly pushes you down full, filling you to the brim, you yelp loudly, as you shake like crazy. Trying to take some deeps breathes to process what just happened, "Fucking asshole– Let me take my sweet time." He kisses you on the lips, "Mhm..~ Cant wait anymore longer though, love." Half of his shirts buttons are unbuttoned and you can see his abs along with some scars. His face is so unreasonably attractive when he smiles like that. "Right..." You slowly move up and down, as you start to feel that same euphoria you've been longing for. Your pace fastens, bobbing yourself up and down like crazy. "Haaah!!~ Fuck! Ajax...!!~ S–sso bi—g.." His hand latches onto your ass, digging into its plush, as you feel yourself getting so close, you can feel every hot smooth inch of him after so long. "Fuck... You're such a slut with this pace. This is the first in years we're doing it and you're already cock drunk." He sucks on your breast, moving his hand to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion and the other pinching your nipple, he leaves hickeys on your chest as you stop to cum, still having him inside of you as he stops rubbing, You fall onto him exhausted,
"Uh-uh we're not done here." He pushes you onto the table having full view of your body as he takes his gloves off, latching onto your waist making you shiver from how cold his hands feel. He leans into kiss you, starting to thrust sloppily as you felt blood trickle down from your nose.
Your moans and whimpers are muffled with the kiss, His tongue swirling with yours as your breast starts to press against his chest, His arm wrapping around your waist and the other wraps around from behind onto your shoulder. You feel yourself close again, his pace starting to quicken with one of his hands moving down to rub your clit again,
his mouth moving away, nipping your lips drawing blood as he sucked on your neck constantly biting parts of your body. You snapped, cumming alot as he did too, his seed spilling out of you down onto the floor, your juices with his cum mixed, as everything was messy, hes even getting you pregnant too. After all, if you concieve his child wont you both get married and stay together forever?
but thats not enough.
He pulls a knife out, dragging it through your skin as you start bleeding and whimper as a reaction to it even when your unconcious. He carves his name into your arm, smiling as he licks the blood after he finishes.
"I love you... I love you... dont ever leave me again... it was so hard..." He burrowed his head into your neck, eyes rolling up as he cooes there, sitting still inside of your unconcious body.
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You gasp, waking up with a throbbing headache. looking around you to find Ajax beside you, sleeping peacefully with swollen eyes and a bloodied knife on the nightstand. "Ah... this is my house." You raised your hand to your forehead till you felt the immense stinging pain on your arm, noticing his names been carved in.
"Is he fucking serious?" He suddenly wakes up, still half asleep confused on whats happening. "[Y/N]...? Are you there..?" He rubs his eyes swaying his arms around blindly trying to find you.. "Huhuhu... did you leave me again.." He starts crying again like a child. "Um. I'm right here...?" You take him into your arms, burrowing his head into your chest feeling his tears.
...
He smiles. but in what way?
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| you can do it, love | (dokyeom)
"babe, please please just come to the gym with me?" dokyeom asks, batting his best puppy dog eyes at you.
you're bundled under the comforter in the hotel bed, the mattress having been molded perfectly to your body. you are incredibly comfy and leaving doesn't seem in the cards for you. you've never understood how your boyfriend could always have so much energy. he had a busy schedule all day and within the first hour we are back in the hotel room he wants to go down to the gym.
"i don't think you understand how comfortable this bed is" you speak back, digging your head into the fluffy pillow. you see him huff and cross his arms from the corner of your eye, pouting like a little kid not getting his way.
he juts his bottom lip out even further, really pushing the puppy thing "i want to spend time with you. i barely got to see you today" he says, pulling at your heartstrings.
it was true, after all. and you did miss him too. you sigh, giving in to his request. "fine, i'll come. but i'm staying in my pajamas" you pout, mimicking his crossed arms.
"you're the best" he smiles, getting up from his spot and coming over to leave a soft kiss on your nose.
"i know" you mumble, dragging yourself out of the comfort of your bed. you giggle as he takes your arm and pulls you out of the door, bringing you down the hallway to the elevator. 
he skips down the hallway, clearly letting out his sudden burst of energy. once you reach the elevator he steps back behind you, saying "after you malady", extending his arm and bowing like a gentleman. you turn around to face him, doing your most exquisite curtsy along with a "thank you, sir". as you are down in the curtsy, fully committed to the bit you hear the elevator ding and the doors open. you hear dokyeom snort, and you look up at him to see him looking past you. you turn around to see a woman in the elevator, confused as to why a weird girl was in a curtsy right in front of the doors. 
"sorry, she's a werido" he mumbles, slipping past you and into the elevator. you stumble in before the doors close, and to your surprise the woman isn't getting off yet. you back into the corner and bring your hoodie over your head in embarrassment, elbowing dokyeom as you blame him for the situation. he shrugs innocently, looking forward as you both stand in an awkward silence until your stop. once the doors open to the lobby you quickly walk out. 
"you are an idiot" you state matter of factly, pushing his chest playfully and walking ahead of him. you don't make it very far before you feel his arms wrap around you from behind. he gets a good grip on you and turns you around in his arms, pulling your hoodie down so he can see your face. your cheeks are still red from the attention, and he kisses each one.
"i'm sorry baby" he chuckles, still obviously amused. you don't care anymore though, mirroring his infectious smile. he takes your hand in his as you walk to the gym, swinging them back and forth. he opens the door for you, letting you walk in first, a habit he never forgets no matter where you guys are. as you walk in you hear him yell from behind,
"wooo lets go!!" his voice echoing off the walls. you facepalm your forehead as you notice someone is in here before he does. 
"hi!" the person calls out, having a friendly answer to your loud, disruptive boyfriend. 
"hi" dokyeom calls out, getting shy after he realizes you guys weren't alone. 
"that was awkward" he mumbles to you, his cheeks getting flushed as he walks to the other side of the gym.
"now we're even babe" you joke. 
he sits down on one of the machines, smiling at you as you sit down on the ground in front of him. he knows you have no intention of doing anything here, but he just wanted your company. you watch him as he gets comfortable, wondering if he's really going to get any working out done or if he's just going to joke around the whole time. you see him looking down at you and smiling, as if theres been some joke that you're not a part of.
"what?" you ask innocently, confused. your eyebrows furrow as you wait for his response. 
"nothin" he smiles with a shrug. "i just really missed you today" he admits. 
"oh" you blush shyly, "i missed you too" you smile back at him. 
"good" he answers, leaning back to lift the weights. 
you watch him intently as his arm muscles flex with the weight, being fully exposed in his sleeveless shirt. he's gained a lot of muscle over the last couple of months, and it's been driving you wild. he does a few reps, sitting back up fully once he's finished. you always love spending time with him like this. you guys don't always need to be talking, and you can sit in a comfortable silence. it's just nice to know the other person is there. 
"i wanna try" you say, curious as to if you could do it. 
"yeah?" he asks amusingly, raising an eyebrow. 
you nod rapidly, genuinely excited to try. he smiles at you endearingly as he notices the ambition in your eyes. he gets up from the machine and lets you trade places with him. he's not underestimating you, knowing that you should be able to do at least one or two reps with the weight he has on. he knows how you can do anything you put your mind to. he loves that about you. 
he stands in front of you, helping you position your arms in the correct way. you use all your strength to push up the weights, feeling the tension in your arms. you manage to do one rep, but know you can do more. you make it to two reps before having to give up, feeling a little embarrassed as you thought you could do more. but dokyeom is standing there smiling at you like an idiot, finding you amazing. you could do anything and he would be proud of you, something that is hard to find now and days.
"good job, baby girl" he says encouragingly, the pet name rolling of his tongue and giving you butterflies with the way he said it. you smile back, and he leans down to peck your lips. after you pull away you place your hands on his shoulders, and he squats down so he's at your height. he raises an eyebrow at your serious face before you say,
"oh god, are we one of those weird gym couples?"
he laughs, throwing his head back at your words. you smile as the corner of his eyes crinkle.
"yes" he says, placing his hands on your shoulders as well. you giggle back at him, knowing that it's the truth.
"what now?" you ask, shrugging. he stays squatting before you, putting his hands on your thighs. he just thinks you look so adorable right now, not being able to pinpoint why in particular. he loves the way you are wearing his hoodie, and how it's way too big for you. he loves that you really did in fact wear your pajama pants down here; Christmas ones in the middle of the summer nonetheless. he taps your thigh before surprising you and picking you up. you squeal and wrap your legs around his waist, making sure you don't fall. he walks over to the mirror and the mats and places you down on one gently. 
"push ups" he replies, getting on the floor as well. 
"ooo yay" you reply, liking the idea of watching that. he goes to get in position but you stop him.
"wait!" you say touching his arm, "as a weird gym couple you already know what has to be done" you say devilishly. you slide underneath him and lay on the ground. he shakes his head at you with a chuckle, understanding what you mean. he removes his knees from the ground and gets in a plank position. he slowly lowers himself down into a push up, hovering over you with his lips millimeters away.
"if you wanted a kiss, you could have just said so baby" he smirks against your lips, giving you butterflies as he connects his with yours. 
he pulls himself back up into a plank, watching you as your cheeks turn red. he does another pushup, this time leaving a kiss on your forehead. as he rises back up, you cup his face, wanting a real kiss. you pull him back down and kiss him, feeling him smile into the kiss. he sits on the ground next to you when you pull away.
"my turn" you say happily, feeling confident you can do a good pushup. 
"alright show me what you've got baby" he says, laying down in the same position you were previously. 
you position yourself over him, getting in a plank. you know it's not looking good for you when your arms are already shaking, making you noticeably wobble. he smiles up at you as he studies your face of concentration. your tongue is sticking out slightly, and your eyebrows are furrowed and tight. he knows you can do it, wanting to help you out.
"you can do it, love" he says sweetly, reaching up to hold your hips lightly, giving you some relief from holding yourself up. he keeps his hands on your hips as you lower your arms and do a push up the best you can.
he knows that he was holding up most of the weight for you, but he doesn't want you to know. he just wants to see your smile as you come back up, proud of yourself for how well you did. god, he would frame that smile if he could. you push back up, smiling just as he predicted. he smiles back at you, knowing already that you are going to try for a second one. you lower yourself down for another one, but once you get down you know theres no chance in hell you're getting back up. your arms shake one last time before you just let yourself collapse onto him. he chuckles at you, wrapping his arms around you. 
"i swear i could have done it" you whine grumpily into his chest, suddenly very tired. he brings his hand up to your head and cradles it, rubbing your back with his other hand.
"i know you could have, sweetheart" he replies. you both just stay there laying on the gym floor. as you predicted, not very much working out went on, but you think you both needed this much more.
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