#a hug a day by him could cure all of my problems

[eddiesxangel]

Babydoll| Dom!Eddie

Cw: porn with a slight plot, daddy kink, mechanic!Eddie, dom Eddie/sub reader relationship, reader referred to with pet names (babydoll, babygirl) oral (f receiving), lots of dirty talk, p in v, eddie and reader are in their mid 20’s

Summary: You're having a hard week, and your bf knows just the cure.

wc:2.2.k

This week has been challenging. Work had been a nightmare; you had been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. You were drained physically, mentally, and emotionally; you were exhausted. So when you get home to see your man, Eddie, on the couch after work, already cleaned up from the grime and oil he has to endure, you can’t help but crawl into his lap.

You tell him you didn’t have time to breathe these past four days. You told him that everyone needed you then and there and that you didn’t even have time to finish your regular duties. You were at your breaking point…he could see it on your face when you walked through the door.

Eddie knew what he had to do. He had to take control. He usually does, but when you’re in dire need, such as this week, he had to help you relax. He had to help you forget about everything and anything. You needed to have your mind numbed, and he knew just how to get you into that space.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, you should have told me earlier in the week. You know you can always talk to me.” Eddie caressed the back of your head before wrapping his arms around you in a protective hug.

“I know,” you sniffled, “but I didn’t wanna burden you; you’ve been so busy at the shop, and I didn’t want my stress being your stress,” you stressed. This was the problem: you didn’t know how to dump all of your stuff onto others healthily. You usually held it in until you exploded. Usually, you exploded alone in your room, but being with Eddie seemed to make everything better. He made everything better.

“No. None of that. You need to know when you can come to your Daddy, okay?” Eddie pulled back to tilt your chin up and look you in the eyes.

“Oh,” your voice stammered as your stomach did a backflip. So that’s how tonight was going to go.

“Now, be a good girl and sit up.” You obeyed and wrapped one leg over his waist so you could be straddling him.

“There she is, there is, my pretty girl.” You still blush at his praises, even after all this time.

Eddie reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “You want me to make you feel good, baby?” He cooed.

You slightly nod your head. God you needed to let go, to no longer have control. You trusted Eddie with every fibre of your being.

“Words babydoll.

“Yes, Daddy."

“Good girl.” He traced your cheek with his rough calloused fingers. Before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You could still smell a hit of motor oil permanently attached to his scent, but you didn’t mind. It’s what made him your Eddie.

You leaned your head into his touch; he was so gentle, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. Not when you two played like this.

You watched as Eddie tilted his head so his lips could reach yours. A soft and gentle kiss at first, nothing but PG 13. That was until a small moan left your lips. You wanted and needed more. Your hips were on autopilot as you started grinding back and forth in his lap. His rough jeans felt so nice under your clothed pussy, the friction was just right, especially with his hardening cock coming to life under you.

“Take what you need. Tonight it’s all about you. Take what's yours.” Eddie whispered even though it was only the two of you in the apartment unit. His big hands gripped each cheek of your ass and helped guide you. Your pussy wax throbbing, getting wetter with each of his words.

“Daddy, I want more.” You let out a shaky breath. Yes the jeans were nice but they would never satisfy.

“What does my baby need?” He cocked his head.

“You”

“My, what? Baby girl, use your words.”

“Your everything, Daddy.”

Eddie didn’t push any further. Tonight, he knew you couldn’t take the constant pestering for specifics he usually puts you through.

“Okay, baby, I’m here. Your Daddy’s got you.” With that, he stood with you still wrapped around his waist and carried you into the bedroom. When you first started going out, you were so scared you were too heavy for him, but then he reminded you he lifted tires that weigh hundreds of pounds for a living. So the way Eddie was carrying you now didn't seem to phase him.

He placed you down so you stood on your own two feet and let you know he was going to undress you. Once you were entirely naked, he gently laid you down on the bed.

“There you go sweetheart, all you have to do is lay there and look pretty.” The way you were looking at Eddie made his cock stand up even more than it had been when you were on the couch. He couldn't wait to have his way with you. He was so excited to play with you.

Your delicate hand slowly trailed down your body, but Eddie pushed it out of the way before it reached its destination. “Not too fast, sweetheart, this is my pussy, and you know I don’t like to share.” He tutted.

“M’sorry, Daddy.”

“I’m going to let it slide this time, but don’t get used to it.” His tone was stern, you knew he wasn’t fucking around tonight.

“Yes, Daddy.” You bite your lip. You were starting to completely forget about the troubles you had faced merely an hour ago.

“Good girl,” Eddie spoke as he stripped. “Now, where to start first?”

You knew he wasn’t asking you, it was a rhetorical question, but you so wanted to tell him your pussy. Your clit was screaming at you; you could feel your heartbeat down there at this point.

“Please!” you whine.

“Patients darling.”

You pout at his words. You needed him, he knew how badly you needed him. You could feel your arousal seeping out of you as it trailed down your inter thighs.

“I need you now.” You spread your legs ever wider to prove how needy your pussy had gotten for him, so he could see everything.

“Fuck baby, you’re killing me.” Eddie groaned and dove head-first into your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief when his soft warm lips come into contact with your pussy lips. His hands reached up, never forgetting about your breasts. He teased and tugged at each nipple sending a ripple of pleasure through your body.

“You’re always so sweet for me, aren't you, babydoll?” He moved his free hand to stroke your clit with his index finger as he spoke. “Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“Yes, Daddy, only you.” It was so meek, but he still heard it in the silence of the bedroom.

“Good.” Eddie dove back in. His mouth attacked your clit until you were seeing starts. His tongue wrapped around your clit and pussy lips before lapping into your drenched hole. You gripped his hair as your body went into autopilot again. Your brain was finally shutting off completely; you forgot about everything and anything that wasn't Eddie. All you could focus one was the feeling of pleasure building inside of you as you ride Eddie’s face.

“You’re doing so good for me." He praised. "I want you to come on my mouth before you get to come on my cock a few times…. How does that sound?”

“Mmmmhmmpf,” you managed to nod your head, and your hips continued to grind Eddie’s face. You used his mouth to get off and you finally exploded. That’s all you wanted was to feel good, and Eddie always gave that to you.

“I'm coming!” You cried before yelling out Eddie’s name.

“Good girl.” Eddie kissed your clit once before giving your clit a slight slap making your body jerk, continuing to ride out your first orgasm.

"You want to make Daddy feel good now, don't you?” He asked, and you nodded your head dumbly. You needed to have him feel good and you did, you would give him the world if he asked. “That's it, there's my good girl." He smirked as he sat up to align his angry red cock at your gooey entrance.

“You ready for me?” He asked permission like he always does. And you nodded like you always do, as if you would say no? But if you ever did you knew Eddie would roll right off and cuddle you the rest of the night.

“Words, baby, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes I want you to fuck me, Daddy!” you answered.

Eddie could see your eyes were glazed over with lust. He knew he had you in his favourite place. Cock drunk and needy... just for him.

"Daddy is going to fill your pretty little pussy right to the brim and then keep fucking you until you can’t think anymore, that okay with you baby girl?"

“Okay, Daddy.” You let out a shaky breath in anticipation. His words make your pussy flutter once again. His mouth always made you wet in more ways than one.

Eddie took his cock by the shaft and slapped your very sensitive clit a few times with the head before he ran it up and down your slit a few times to collect your slick so he could slip in smoothly but you still winced at the size of him.

"I know, baby girl, Daddy's cock is so big, but you can take it."

“I can.” You countered back.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He is cock slid in without any hesitation. He made it to the hilt, and you finally felt complete. Like a missing piece of you was found.

Eddie slowly pulled back before slowly pumping back into you, gaining speed with each delicious pump. He watched as his thick long cock disappeared inside of you.

“You feel that babydoll? I’m so deep inside you I can see it in your stomach.” He pressed a hand down onto your lower stomach, and you let out a long, drawn out moan.

“Oh god! Fuck right there!” It was like a bolt of lightning ran through you.

“Ohhh oh, oh yes! That’s it squeeze my cock, you’re going to milk me so good” His eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cum until you’ve had your fair share.

“Please I’m so close!” The feeling inside you quickly built back up.

“I know, baby. Let go for me.” His hand trailed down to your overly swollen clit. He rubbed quick little circles until he felt your walls clamp down on him. Your body was washed over with another wave of pleasure.

“God you squeeze me so good” he gritted through his teeth. Again refusing to cum until he gave you one more. Eddie pulled out before he could bust inside of you too soon. You let out a cry at the loss of Eddie’s contact. Eddie could see your tight hole closing in on its wild again as he pulled out.

The loss of contact didn’t last long as his thick fingers replaced his cock. He watched intently as his fingers stretched you out once again. They swam in your slick before he brought them to your lips.

“Taste how sweet you are, babydoll.” He grabbed your jaw to open your mouth and slipped his fingers inside of your mouth. You could taste the mix of you and Eddie on your tongue.

“God, you have the prettiest lips. Can’t wait until they are wrapped around my cock later.” You swirled your tongue around his fingers and hummed. Eddie’s eyes were full of lust as he observed you. You were lost in your own lust, all fucked out and needy. You hardly were processing Eddie’s words.

"Now baby, you're gonna take all of Daddy's cum, and then we are going to make sure it stays in there all night long. Okay? Gotta breed this pussy so good so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned in a daze. The thought of Eddie filling you made your head spin. Having a part of him growing inside you, god, you needed it more than air to breathe.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to manhandle you and flip you over into all fours, and you let out an oomph before you feel his strong hands grip each hip. Your body feels like it’s on fire as his thick cock slams back into your wanton pussy. He then gabs both of your hands and holds them behind your back as your chest falls onto the plush bedding. And then he rides you. He fucks into like there will be no tomorrow.

“Fuckin’ love this needed little pussy, love it so much.” Eddie slammed into you between each word. “Love it ever better when it’s been bread with my cum.”

“Yes!

“You going to let me own this body?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!” You cried. His cock was grazing your G spot with each pump. Having eddies cock stretch and pump into you never failed to make you moan.

“Show me what’s mine baby, yea that’s it arch your back for me.” Eddie loved you in this position because it was when you were the most obedient. You were so playable you would do almost anything he asked of you when he had you bend over like this. It was also when you were the loudest without realizing it. All fucked out and cock drunk, not aware of your noises.

“Oh fuck, scream my name! Let everyone know who owns this pussy!” He cheered as he slapped your ass.

“Daddy!!” You scream because your throbbing pussy can’t take anymore. Your third orgasm is washing over you before you know what is happening. Your whole body felt like it was on fire but like you were also floating simultaneously.

Finally, Eddie can breed your pussy. “Gunna fills this pussy” Eddie lets out a loud grunt as he cums inside you. His cock twitches inside of you, releasing his hot sticky cum inside.

Eddie pumps his cock two more times, making sure it stays inside of you before he pulls out.

Your limp body is flopped on the bed, and Eddie pulls you into his chest.

“Thank you, baby,” you whispered as you returned to reality.

“I’ll always be here for you, baby girl.” He kisses you sweetly before you spend the rest of the evening in bed.

Tagging those who showed interest😈 @take-everything-you-can @reidsbtch @itsfreakingbats @lofaewrites

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Time of the month

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You started your period, and Eddie tries to help.

Warnings: fluff, menstruation, mention of sex.

A/n: Not proofread. no minors allowed.

The front door slamming startles you in your spot, huddled in various blankets and pillows. Eddie scans the dark living room in search of you until his eyes land on your figure. There you were hidden beneath all sorts of fluffy blankets with the ever curtain closed.

He laughs to himself, "Hey sweetheart, I'm home."

You look over to him, faking a smile. "Hi."

Eddie frowns." What's wrong? "

"Got my period." You murmured.

He pouts out his bottom lip, moving closer, sitting next to you. "Anything I can do?"

You shake your head no, leaning over to lay your head on his chest. Immediately, Eddie wrapped his arms around you.

"I heard sex can be the cure." He half joked.

You groaned, hiding your face. "Eddie!"

He lets out a belly laugh and moves to stand bending down to give you a quick kiss. He kicked off his boots and placed them by the door.

"M'just playin." He smirked.

"No, you weren't." You pouted.

His smirks grew wider as he watched you."Yeah, you're right, doesn't hurt to try."

If you weren't in the state you are right now, he'd call you cute, but he knows better.

"You sure? I can really pound those cramps outta ya." He joked again, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

All you could was groan at his attempt to make you laugh.

Eddie is in a playful mood, and you were absolutely not. Your cramps had you hunching over in pain. You went through three pairs of panties after bleeding through them by accident. The last thing on your mind is sex. You know he's really just joking deep down, but the thought makes you wince a little. You've been in the same position all day. Huddled under numerous blankets you could find with a heating pad on standby.

He puts his hands on his hips, looking around his trailer. You could tell he's trying to come up with a solution to your problem. Unfortunately, the only solution is dealing with it for four days until it's gone.

Eddies' coveralls were covered in grease from the dirty cars he'd been fixing all day. You could see some of the grease smudged on his neck and face. His five o'clock shadow thickening up around his jaw. If it wasn't for your period, you'd definitely would take him up on his offer. You always thought he looked good on a daily basis. But there was something about how he looked after coming home from a long day at work that made you want to jump on him.

"Wanna take a shower with me?" Eddie spoke softly.

Your face softened, and the pout that was close to being permanent on your face disappeared. "Yea."

"After we clean up, I'm gonna order out and rub your back. You like that?" Eddie walked over to help you stand. Taking your hands into his.

"Mmhmm--id like that a lot, but you don't have to." You tried to argue feeling slightly guilty.

A back rub sounded like heaven, but he's been at work all day. The last thing he should be doing is waiting on your hand and foot. You were perfectly fine resuming what you've been doing all day anyway.

"Ah, ah, don't start. Let me help make you feel better." His tone is gentle, but his face was serious. You knew there was no arguing your way out of this.

"Okay, can we rent a movie too?" You sighed, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

"Of course, whatever you want." Eddie squeezed you tighter to him.

He leads you to the shower and helps you undress. You asked him about his day loving how worked up he got at his coworkers sometimes. Eddie told about how some guy came in for an oil change that ended up lasting hours since the poor man had never had one before. You washed his hair, running your nails through his scalp. He hummed every time you did that for him. You swore if he was a cat, he'd be purring right now.

"All done?" Eddie asked, moving around to block the water from hitting your face.

"All done." You smiled, playfully tugging on his chin, causing him to giggle.

"Let's get you warmed, and then I'll make you feel better for a little while." He whispered.

Eddie did as he promised. He fed you. Warmed you up in his arms as you cuddled in his lap. He rented you The Princess Bride to watch. When the movie was over, Eddie guided you to the bedroom where he rubbed your back until you finally fell asleep.

"I love you." He bent over to kiss your cheek.

"Love you too." You muffled in your pillow. You were relaxed and your cramps subsiding. Sleep overtaking your exhausted body.

[dhampling]

I've had this idea in my head ever since I first played as a Dragonborn or Tiefling in BG3, and I have no idea why it isn't discussed more. But what if a Tiefling! (Or Dragonborn, whichever you prefer) Tav shows affection by coiling their tail around their s/o? Like they're close by and are just overwhlemed with love and adoration, and their tail just kinda wraps around their lovers leg? Or wrist or anywhere they can reach! Like Tav is hugging Astarion and then without really realizing it, their tail coils around him as well? Idk, I just think the concept is super sweet/cute. I would love to see this as a small story, or even just head cannons if you want to explore the idea as well. No pressure, obviously, ignore it if you wish to ❤️ hope you're doing well!

a tail of... insert pun here! tavs with TAILS. tails with tav. tav tails with dal.

hello sweetling! can i start by saying that i loved this - genuinely, absolutely loved this. i started by writing HCs and got a bit carried away, so i hope you enjoy the little bit of both here! thank you for giving me something different - this is absolutely not something i'd have thought of and i had SO MUCH FUN. a/n: species isn't mentioned, and I've tried to keep it as generic as possible so it could be applicable for tiefs or dragonborn tavs!

headcanons;

As far back as you can recall you’ve been particularly expressive

It’s not something that you’ve ever seen as an issue, beyond the occasional mishap you can laugh over with any tail-whipped parties later

Frantic little licks of excitement when playing with your peers as a youngling come to mind as an immediate example

Running amok and jumping with the widest of smiles as your tail oscillates behind you

Your family chiding you playfully whilst rubbing their stinging ankles after a particularly jovial day in your presence

Your parents holding you whilst you were still small enough to be held

Your tail bony and light, and yet tightly winding around their forearms as you rested on their torso like a twisting vine

A sign of comfort, safety

A sign that hasn’t lost any significance as you’ve aged

Many a time you’ve run into an old friend and accidentally lashed them in sheer glee, loosely wrapping your tail to whichever limb you can to keep them close as you agree to wander the local bustling market together

And so when you begin to bond with your fellow escapists as you search for a cure for your unfortunate parasite problem, it’s inevitable

It doesn’t even cross your mind

Not until the day where everything just went right 

For the first time since your abduction you’ve emerged your battles all victorious, casualties kept to a minimum, and with enough variety in supplies to have a proper meal 

Spirits are high, wine is flowing; and your party has a real energy of optimism

Your tail flitters back and forth like a moth to a flame as your take to your feet and search for the one who has captured your attention

fool's errand;

It takes Astarion a little aback when the wine steers you towards him.

A few weeks in each others’ presence, sure. A night or two; possibly three, maybe even four at this point, of mutual enjoyment under the stars. Frequent back and forth exchanges while on the road, bantering like old friends. You give him your neck, he offers you moral support.

But on a night where the joy is positively spilling from every cup in camp, you step to him?

He’s unsure whether to be flattered or cautious.

If you’re to end your arrangement, surely tonight - where the conversation is so effusive, so effortless across your party - would be the optimal time to do so. Laugh it away as a lapse in judgement between ‘old friends’, as you often joke, and drift from him to a more viable prospect as the coming days pass. Leave him as the least amicable in camp once more. He’d understand.

Not that he’d like it.

But he’d understand.

Or, he’d try to. He might be a little upset if Lae’zel wins Lady Congeniality over him, but it’s not the end of the world.

He’d have to hope the group still would still want to keep him around of course. Be a little nicer to Gale. Offer to help Karlach carry your packs between camps. 

What is he offering you if not his nimble fingers? Maybe he went too hard on gunning for you. Or not hard enough, perhaps?

You quirk a brow as you snap your fingers in his face, wine sloshing gently in your other hand.

Clearly his face is now showing his displeasure.

“You ok? Hello?”

“Oh! Yes, my sweet. Lost in thought.” 

He waggles his fingers and lifts his goblet to toast alongside yours. To new friends.

“I must say - you being lost in thought is entirely unusual. Still wondering about the left handed tongs Gale sent you searching for earlier?” You laugh warmly. He scowls.

“I don’t eat! I haven’t eaten for two hundred years. What use would I have for tongs in a dungeon, darling?’

He sips.

‘A fool’s errand in very poor taste, if you ask me.”

You still. He pauses.

He’s feeling sour, and he’s ruined it for you. Sapped the joy from your evening. Gods.

He wracks his brain for ways he can come back into favour. 

Suggest other things he’d like to taste in order to clear his palate. He hasn’t eaten in two hundred years, and he’s absolutely famished. Whet your appetite a little. Win you back round.

“I can hear your brain whirring, you know.” You whisper, leaning close.

He freezes. Can you see it? Through the tadpole? His horrid scheming?

And you do the most unexpected thing.

Your arms come around his torso to envelop him in a tight hug.

You aren’t fervently clutching at his waist, running fevered hands over his abdomen or pulling yourself close just to feel his body against yours.

It’s soft. Clandestine almost. He doesn’t know how to react. 

“I do so adore you, you know? You make this sordid little adventure a little more enjoyable each day.’ 

You hum. Your head falls to his chest, your tail wrapping around his leg steadily.

‘You can talk to me about these things if you want to. If you figure out what you want to say. I’m here.”

He wouldn’t have anticipated a single one of your actions in the face of his sullen behaviour this evening.

Yet the one that touches him most is the tail now secure around his leg. 

A reminder of every tired day you flit joyously against him as you trek together, the curiosity and jubilee when he powers through a wholly trapped room with nothing but a single tool and a flourish - for good measure, of course.

Your little happy whips as you stumble on dire-needed pouches of gold alongside him. His lockpicking skill that you find oh-so enthralling, providing for the party in making use of his talent.

And every once in a while when you’re aside him, the way this happens.

A moment that reminds him of the beauty within bodies past their use for sexuality. How genuinely happy those little mindless touches make him. How his undead heart could maybe be cajoled into beating again over this one.

He coughs. Smiles. Brings his arms around you, though delayed.

Head resting atop yours. 

“You’re full of surprises aren’t you, treasure?”

Your tail flits against his leg in a happy shiver.

“Naturally, darling.”

You imitate him in a way that makes you both laugh like fools. Toast once again.

"To us."

[starryriize]

kiss me kiss me | eunseok

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: corporate worker bf! eunseok and gf! reader

೫ summary: you surprise your boyfriend while he's stuck at work with flowers and of course, kisses! however, you didn't expect him to look so attractive.

೫ genre/word count: kinda fluffy but more suggestive! 668 words!

೫ author's note: ngl i wrote this really quickly because i didn't like the first draft of this so...here we are :)) good lord i was giggling and kicking as i wrote this fr <3 this could definitely be better though...

Eunseok rarely let the effects of lack of sleep get to him. Most days, he could easily get by with a shot of espresso and some coffee, but today was one of those days. It was one of those days when everything was thrown at him and there wasn’t enough time in the day to get it all done. His once pristine desk was now piled with papers and proposals that were meant to be finished. Reaching up to his collar, he laced his fingers under his necktie, roughly pulling it to undo the knot. 

His suit jacket was strewn across his office chair along with his discarded company badge. There was a new client that his boss had wanted to get signed before the end of the day. His phone buzzes, the dim light shining facedown on his desk. Picking up his phone, he glances at the text from you, finding it cute that you wanted to visit him with a pick-me-up.

10 minutes later, he heard the ever-familiar ding from the elevator. The soft click of your heels can be heard as you walk down the halls along with the soft whirr of the elevator going back down. You approach Eunseok's office, seeing him sitting at his desk, head resting in his hands. You open the door slowly, peeking your head in, exclaiming, "Honey! I brought some midnight snacks for us!" He perks up, eyes instantly sparkling upon seeing you in his office.

Getting up, he walks over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. For him, you were the cure to every single one of his problems. His hands found their way to your cheeks, wordlessly pressing his lips against yours. It was rushed, full of want and need. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush of kissing in his office, even though there was no one else in the office building. Maybe it was the stress of work, but your boyfriend looked far too good in his white shirt and loosened tie. You pull away, not wanting to give in too quickly or ignore the food that is getting cold. His eyes were glazed over as he leaned back against the front of his desk, teasing, "What? Do you want more?" You contemplate it, smirking in response, dragging your eyes up and down his figure. If he was a tease, you were the devil. Your eyes land on his loosened tie and you let your intrusive thoughts take over.

Stepping closer, you lightly trace your fingers down his white shirt, noticing how he slightly shivered at your touch. Looping a finger around the bottom of his tie, you tug it, pulling him towards you. "Hey-" he exclaims, wondering what you were doing. "Shhhh." You add, before pulling him in for a passionate kiss with his tie. The kiss was far from innocent, the only sounds that could be heard were both of your breathless moans into each other lips. Eunseok's mind was melting as you kissed him more impatiently, your tongues molding against each other. He kissed you as though you were the most decadent chocolate, savoring every taste, swallowing your pretty sighs. He dragged his hands away from your waist, dropping lower to grab your ass, giving it a little smack. “Eun-ah!” You yelp, but he chases your lips, wanting you to be the only air he breathes. He pulls you closer and the way his lips perfectly moved against yours drove you insane. By now, the food was not the snack that your boyfriend wanted, rather he wanted to have you. This moment, in his office, was simply the prelude to what would be a long night.

You both pull away, chests heaving from the lack of air, and smiling hazily at each other. "Let's continue…this at home,” he says between pants. He smiles, lopsided and dazed, as though he got drunk on the taste of your lips. You nod, catching your breath before asking him, “So, what’s for dessert tonight?”

“You.”

[goggles-mcgee]

Baker Steve and Rockstar Eddie AU is now going to be called What Baking Can Do (will i write it out? Someday. Hopefully soon)

Anyways I have more headcanons for the au

•Steve doesn't wear polos anymore because of the scar around his neck. His closet is literally filled with the softest sweaters and t-shirts he could get his hands on. The softness brings him comfort and feels nice on the scars.

•He always smells like baked goods and the kids love it. It's why they always give him hugs right when they see him, they love the smell and his hugs are so warm and just the best.

•All the kids help out at the bakery when they can, they think it's fun and plus! Job experience! El, Will and surprisingly Lucas all like to help out in the back, Steve teaches them his recipes and how to bake because these are his kids and they will be his legacy so he will teach them everything he can. Max, while not the best with customer service as well as Mike, are both really good at remembering peoples orders if they are sitting at the tables. Dustin is great as a greeter and handing people their to-go orders. Erica is the best taste-tester.

•Look, Steve is still hella popular with the ladies but now he's just so oblivious to their advances, like girls he went on dates with in high-school are trying to BAG this boy but he's always like, "Hang out? Sorry I can't Lucas has a game that day and I promised I'd make him basketball cupcakes."

"Lunch to catch up? I'd love to Brenda but the kids have their little Hotfire club thingy and I promised I would sit in for the session. Raincheck?"

"Dinner? Oh my god thank you for reminding me! We have a family dinner this weekend and I said I'd bring cornbread and a cake."

The kids think it's absolutely hilarious, like how dare you try to date our mom???? And yes they have purposefully "reminded" Steve of something he "promised."

•Eddie has witnessed this on one of his visits and he too finds it hilarious yet endearing. Like Steve may be a little dumb when it comes to people flirting with him but Eddie likes that in a man.

•Eddie is a romantic and absolutely brings Steve a bouquet every time he visits. He finds out quickly that sunflowers and roses are Steve's favorites.

•Eddie always enters the cafe loudly announcing, "HONEY I'M HOME!" Steve grumbles that he's disturbing the customers but he loves it. He always gets the biggest smile when Eddie comes in.

He especially loves hearing that phrase when Eddie's been gone for awhile due to a tour or something of the like.

•Once Steve finds out who Eddie is he tracks down some of his records to listen to and finds he actually likes some of the songs so when Eddie came in next time Steve absolutely just rambled on and on about how much he loved the songs and told Eddie what he liked about them and Eddie is just slowly melting into a puddle hiding behind his hair.

•Steve let's the kids and Robin play whatever music they want when they are working but when he's by himself he absolutely plays ABBA, The Cure, Wham, David Bowie or Prince.

Eddie loves this ridiculous man despite the Wham

•Steve will absolutely close the cafe if one of the kids call him and they're sad, just plain having a bad day or if they are having an emergency. He doesn't care if it's a rush, or if you need your banana bread right now Bethany, his kids need him.

•When Eddie first started visiting and the kids didn't run into him due to conflicting schedules and what not, he finds out quickly that Steve doesn't know who he is so he has no problem giving Steve his name. (He holds himself back from asking if Steve likes his last name enough to take it)

They slowly start to get to know each other and Eddie tells Steve he writes songs and Steve just declares that he's sure Eddie is great at it despite not reading any of Eddie's songs or listening to the man sing and when Eddie point that out Steve just huffy.

"You're an amazing guy Eddie who has seen and done so much. It's not hard to believe that you are talented at writing songs. You really have a way with words!"

And Eddie just wants to lay on the floor, this boy is too precious. He can't.

•When Robin is down on her days off from school and working at the cafe, her and Steve wear matching "uniforms" which is really her just snatching one of his sweaters (of course matching colors), putting on her apron and she always insists they switch name tags.

Steve always rolls his eyes but he also always does it. That's how regulars know Robin is back because Steve will be wearing the nametag 'Robin'

•They absolutely decorate the cage for every holiday. They go all out and it's always the most fun Steve has had on holidays.

Christmas: Him, Robin and the kids get ugly sweaters to wear for the cafe

Halloween: costumes but Robin and Steve are always Batman and Robin because they think it's funny.

Valentine's Day: Argyle made them shirts with neon colored Sweethearts Candies on them and they wear them every time.

Thanksgiving: Robin thinks it's hilarious for her and Steve to dress like vegetables. Dustin likes to be the Turkey. (Steve is almost always the corn)

•They do decorate the cafe for any member in the family's birthday for the day even if they're not having the party there.

•Eddie absolutely starts writing songs about Steve and that's how his band mates find out about him because they catch him singing the songs and other love songs.

•Eddie loves his band but he doesn't tell them where he goes when he goes to visit Steve, they share a lot, practically everything and he will introduce Steve to them and them to Steve but he doesn't do it right away because 1. He's wooing the man of his dreams 2. He just wants it to be for himself for a while

He does offer them treats though as an apology/bribe

•Eddie loves the kids but he is also terrified of them. Yes they are fans of his, but they clock in on the fact he wants to date Steve so fast and they each give him separate shovel talks. They make sure Steve doesn't see them do it though.

•Eddie fully thinks Steve is this super tender, sweet, sarcastic guy who wouldn't hurt a fly until he witnesses Steve defend him from an overzealous fan (which felt more like a stalker) that had followed them after they had had lunch at this local diner.

The fan had tried to get grabby. Had tried to take a "souvenir."

Steve has a mean right hook.

Steve so looked so proud of himself that he knocked the fucker out. He even put his hands on his hips and smiled all cutesy, "I won a fight!"

Which that sentence isn't terrifying right?

That was their first kiss. Also might have been the night Eddie confessed.

[rainybubbles]

How do you meet COD men ? part I

Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz and Alejandro

G H O S T :

-You were a cashier.

-Who was terrified.

-Because you had this one regular client at 2 AM, every day, who was only coming to bought rope, knives and scissors.

-So you googled

-"How to know if someone is a serial killer?"

-But the only answer was :

-" you know it when they kill people."

-Which didn't help you honestly.

-Because the man could kill you just with his thighs but also with what he bought.

-But he also could fix something in his house or...

-Do some sexual things ?

-It's not the first time a client asked your help to find a rope that doesn't irritate the skin after all.

-But he must be very active in this domain judging by how often the mysterious man bought all of these things.

-So you just stared at him when the night came.

-Searching for some blood or maybe some smile.

-But he had a mask.

-Which reinforces the theory of the killer, reminded your mind.

-But you ignored it.

-Maybe he was just weird and-

-A hand was in front of you.

-You jumped, scared by the intrusion, and you shouted.

-"SIR I- I PLEASE DON'T KILL ME"

-"I don't kill people." he said with a raspy voice "At least not here," he added.

-You stared dumbstruck.

-"See you tomorrow, Y/N." he said before leaving.

-The bastard was messing with you.

-But you haven't known it yet.

-Because the only thought was "HE KNEW MY NAME FUCK."and "WHY, AM, I ATTRACTED TO THIS BUT SCARED AT THE SAME TIME"

-In fact, he had read your badge name.

-yeah.

-You're not very clever sometimes, Y/N.

S O A P :

-During a mission, some secrets files were found.

-The problem was they were written in French.

-And even if they could use some online translator, Laswell and Price wanted to be sure of what was written.

-So they called you, the translator.

-(Sorry if you don't speak French :')

-You presented yourself before working on the files and giving the informations.

-It took a long time.

-So guess who wanted to know better the new face on the base?

-Soap.

-And how did he sympathize?

-Trying to speak French.

-Based on Alejandro and Ghost advices.

-"Ton père a-t-il un beau cul ?" he said.

- I-

-He asked if your father has a nice ass in French, persuaded he was asking "how are you ?"

-You stared at him and frowned your eyebrows in confusion, before replying :

-"He gave me half of his DNA so if you want to know if he has a nice ass, take a look on mine Captain."

-Blushing mess.

-Many apologises.

-While in the background Gaz, Alejandro and Rudy were laughing.

-(Ghost too but it was a smile that nobody saw)

P R I C E

-Price is a stubborn man.

-It's a fact.

-So when his team is in danger, he protects them.

-But during this mission, he ended up severely injured with some gun bullets.

-The 141 called the medics.

-And you were a medic.

-So your first meeting was him covered by blood, trying to reassure his team while you ordered him to not move and stay calm for two seconds.

-After few hours when his life was not anymore in danger, the adrenaline down and the 141 asleep,he thanked you.

-You answered it was your job.

-And weirdly you both started to talk.

-In reality you knew, he tried keeping his mind busy with something while he rested.

-So you offered him the entertainment.

-Which was unfortunately recurrent because you seemed to work together from mission to mission.

-And weirdly fighting with guns does not end up with hugs and unicorn, but with blood and injuries.

-It was so much recurrent so that you ended up being the only one to cure him.

-Who knows you'd end up getting into his heart by tending his body?

G A Z

-You were assigned a mission together.

-You were on another task force, and your teams had to work together for one mission.

-So you met on the field.

-During an infiltration mission.

-You just checked out a supposedly headquarters by playing some innocent civils in the street.

-The problem was that one of the guards found you weird and walked towards you.

-You looked at him, asking by your stares what were you doing.

-"If we're busy to do something, he will step back," Gaz said.

-"In case you didn't notice, we have nothing to do. Apart if you take out a fucking Scrabbles or chess from your ass."

-"We have mouthes."

-"And lungs, if we're going to list our body parts-"

-"If we kissed, he would step back. Nobody interrupts a lovey-dovey couple."

-"Tells this to my grandma."

-"Wait, what did she interrupt on you and your-"

-You kissed him.

-Deeply.

-It had to be a looooong kiss.

-The kind that makes people look away because it feels too private.

-"He's leaving." Price said in your earpiece

-You stepped back, so Gaz did.

-You stared at each other.

-Not knowing what to say.

-"Mission". You reminded him.

-"Yes mission." He answered.

-Let's just say your thoughts at both of you were not on the mission, but how your lips were feeling against each other.

A L E J A N D R O

-Talking about infiltration missions.

-This one needed specific microphones and earpieces not detectable, despite the lack of clothes the soldiers would wear.

-It was in an illegal prostitution club.

-The boss was the target of Los Vaqueros and 141.

-But the security of this club was too high, and starting shooting will only cause civilians deaths for nothing.

-So they had to enter without being remarked.

-And for this Alejandro, Soap and Gaz were infiltrated as waiters.

-The club was pretending to have a restaurant part to hide the other business, while in reality the only thing which was eaten there was genitals.

-Coming back to the outfit of the waiters, it was...a bunny outfit.

-In latex.

-Meaning the only place to hide the micro was next to their intimate parts, because their back was exposed as their shoulders, legs and arms.

-As said before, it was specific microphones.

-So they called technicians to be sure to set them up in the right way and to program them.

-And here you are, our little technician.

-At first you thought you would put some micro in a normal way.

-Then you saw them.

-You saw Alejandro in a bunny outfit.

-Asking yourself how you ended up here.

-He greeted you and started to undress, so you could put the microphones.

-It was awkward.

-You knelt down with your microphone trying to not die of embarrassment, while he was looking at you firstly interested in the technology, then amused by your reaction.

Yes your first meeting was you setting up a microphone next to his balls.

...it's...romantic...I guess?

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language (but French is, meaning I have at least one sentence correct grammatically :')

Don't hesitate to tell me if there are any mistakes !!!

If you want more : my masterlist

[nicorobinmywife]

Luffy and Law with a blind partner

This is my first time writting headcanons, i hope you guys like and sorry for my best english, i will do my best!! Requests are open!

Request by: @asunaackerman7

Summary: Headcanons of Luffy and Law having a blind partner and how are their days together. GN! Reader.

Characters: Luffy, and Law.

Luffy

he saw how strong you are and didn't think twice about asking you to join his crew

you're grateful he never treated you differently because you are blind, you feel safe when you're with him.

Sometimes he invites you to sit on the sunny head and feel the wind and the sound of the ocean with him

You can't see his face but you love to touch his cheeks and pinch his nose, making him laugh

He knows you are very strong, but sometimes he can't avoid being a protective boyfriend and punch anyone who tries to harm you.

Surprise kisses all day!

The straw hats found cute how you and luffy are always doing things together

He trusts you a lot and let you wear his hat sometimes.

Law

He loves how pretty your eyes are.

Sometimes he catch himself holding your hands, this is his protective boyfriend instinct.

he lets you run your hand over his tattoos and feel them.

He used to underestimate your fighting skills but you proved your worth to him by taking down a bunch of navy soldiers and saving his life, thats when he knew he needs you in his crew.

He is a doctor so he will spend a lot of time studying and using his knowledge to help you, even trying to find a devil fruit who could make you finally see the world.

You are grateful that he is doing his best to help you, but sometimes you wonder if you are a problem for him.

" - I'm sorry if i made you feel insecure y/n, when i was about to die, cora-san took me to every hospital in the world to find a cure for me, he did this because he loved me, and i'm doing this because i love you, i love you the way you are." - he says while hugging you.

When you heard his word you start to cry, he really is the best boyfriend in the world.

he is known for doing successful risky surgeries, you know you can trust him.

after the surgery was over you still couldn't open your eyes for some days and had to rest, but he was there to take care of you.

Days later, he took off the sash that covered your eyes.

" - Open your eyes for me, my love." - he asks while caressing your cheek.

You finally open your eyes and the first thing you saw is his handsome face, it's like you fell in love with him for the second time, you fell in love with his smile, his eyes, his features, everything.

you didn't even have words to describe what you felt, all you could do was cry, give him hugs and kisses him.

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

MY BABY - KANG TAEHYUN - SFW

Taehyun x reader

Genre: fluff

Warning list: established relationship! difficult sleeping, joking mention of drugs, pet names ( baby, sweetheart, Tae, Tyunie)

Word count: 800

Summary: If you can’t sleep… what cures it better than a night drive. Taehyun knows how to take care of you better than you do!

Authors note: yes I was struggling to sleep… when did I start writing it? 1:20 ish… I released it at 2:05… I should sleep now…..

Long nights blended into endless days; you couldn't quite tell what was what anymore. When did a new day begin? Waking up to the sun couldn’t tell you, because you didn’t sleep. The only thing that told you was your boyfriend kissing you each morning to say “good morning Sweetheart”. When was the last time you slept properly? You aren't entirely sure...

Normally you can spend whole nights laying in bed: thinking, reading, gaming, you name it. And NORMALLY, your boyfriend doesn’t even shift at the sound. He’d just lay there, still like a statue. Ahhh the beauty of sleep.

The only problem is, tonight, as you are endlessly rolling around your side of the bed, you wake your boyfriend. His hand reaches your waist, and he pulls you towards his chest. "What's wrong?" He asks, tone raw and deep from having just woke up. Your heart thuds at the sound... you'd ruined his sleep.

"Nothing... I just can't sleep. Go back to sleep Tae" you whisper to him, patting his chest, hoping he will just give up and drift back to dream land. Being the stubborn, yet caring, man he is, he doesn't. In fact, he begins playing with your hair, twirling it in his fingers as he forces his eyes open to look at you.

"Talk to me baby... what's keeping you up?". You sighed at his words... you didn't have answer. If only it were that easy. If you could figure out what was keeping you up, you'd be asleep by now. Your lack of response told him all he needed to know "do you want me to drug you to sleep" he teased, making your eyes widen as you laugh. Taehyun's jokes were always at two ends of a scale: out of pocket and crazy, or sweet and adorable, but he was always funny either way.

"No thank you Tyunie, nice try tho" you giggle, sticking your tongue out at him. He smiles at the sound and brushes your hair with his fingers, fixing the knots he accidentally twirled into your hair. "Suit yourself. May I interest you in a glass of warm milk?" He offered. You shake your head "no, you can Interest me in you going back to sleep". He shook his head at that and moved to get out of bed.

Throwing back the covers, a rough chill reaches your skin and you suddenly wish you’d just accepted his hugs. He threw a jumper over his head and gave one to you as well. What was he planning? "Well if I can't interest you in any of those options... which honestly, were some good options…... Then we will go on a drive". You deadpanned him as you put on his hoodie, getting out of bed and following him to the door to get your shoes on. "Seriously? What am I... a baby?" You huff, stropping much like a baby you claimed not to be. How ironic…

"That's exactly what you are! Now get in the car and just relax... please do that" he told you, pushing you out the door and towards the car. You groan as you get into the passenger seat. Seriously? This is what adults do with their children so they will sleep. Why was he trying this with you? Is he crazy?

"What do you want to listen to sweetheart?" He asked, handing you his phone so you could put some music on. What was the stupidest and loudest song you could put on? You jokingly pick the complete opposite of a sleepy song and play "guerrilla, by ATEEZ".

Taehyun sighs at you but let's you play whatever you want, he knows it won't be long anyways. He recons you’ll be out like a light in 10 minutes max.

Eventually you play some calming music and you both enjoy the vibe of him driving around. As you watch the view from the window blur into streaks of colour, at the speed you travelled, you felt it. The slip of your eyelids involuntarily trying to close. You wanted to fight it for a bit longer to prove to Taehyun that you weren't a child, but ultimately you couldn't stop it.

The sweet sound of Taehyun singing along to songs so gently and beautifully lulled you into a peaceful sleep. When he looked over and saw the sight, he instantly slid the volume down. Now you were asleep he could take you both home and to bed. And you tried to say you weren't a baby? He thought you were the cutest little thing ever, and you were all Taehyun's....

He was willing to take you on night drives, so you'd sleep if it meant you'd be healthy and happy.

Anything for his baby <3

[pigfacedbitch]

You Like... Who?!

summary : you tell your sister that you're in love with Octavian.

word count : 1.02k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Sibling! Annabeth Chase / Piper McLean / Hazel Levesque / Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano x Reader, Octavian x Reader

warning/s : is Octavian considered a warning?

here is my masterlist!

Note : I find him hot... sometimes. I know, I have a problem. Octavian likes you back, by the way. For those who have no idea what Amokinesis means, it's the ability to control emotions of love and desire.

Annabeth Chase

You are a child of Athena but she will look at you like you're the dumbest idiot she knows.

Just kidding, Annabeth is intelligent and will analyze this situation logically.

Best believe this Wise Girl will interview you. However, instead of an employer to an employee, it's more like a lawyer questioning a witness.

What qualities of Octavian do you like the most? When did you start liking him?...Do you love him? DO. YOU. LOVE. OCTAVIAN? Gods, answer (Y/N)!

After her interrogation, she will want to know what are you going to do about it.

Annabeth will give you the pros and cons of dating Octavian if you want to ask him out. She has long list of cons; he's arrogant, condescending, cruel— and many more.

"And the pros, Annabeth?"

Her face morphs into this 'zoned-out' look as she tries to think of any desirable qualities Octavian has, making you laugh.

"Wow, I can't think of anything."

Whether you like it or not, Annabeth will be there when you tell Octavian about your feelings. She'll be hiding (with the help of her invisibility cap), carefully watching his reaction.

She is flabbergasted when a sweet smile slowly forms on Octavian's lips before takes you in his arms, whispering into your ear promises of love.

She is happy for you but she will not hesitate to put Octavian in an onager catapult and throw him across Camp Jupiter if he screws this up.

Piper McLean

To be honest, Piper will genuinely think that Venus cursed you.

Her initial reaction is this; "What in Jupiter's name is mom planning now? Is she insane?"

Will she call out to your godly parent? Hell yes.

Venus appears right before the two of you with an intrigued look on her face. Being the goddess of love, of course she knows of your feelings towards Camp Jupiter's augur!

"Cure her of whatever curse this is."

"Our darling (Y/N) is not under any enchantment."

"It's Octavian, what is there to like?"

"Even the most dreadful of creatures deserve love, my dear. Besides, apart from me, no one else can control where love grows or where it falters."

This reminds her of Jason, silencing her.

Venus, realizing this, gingerly kisses Piper's forehead before placing a hand on your shoulder, telling you how Octavian feels the same.

"He does?"

"Of course, you're my child! Now, go and get him."

You look at Piper for support, you look unsure.

While she doesn't look as enthusiastic as your mother, she nods in encouragement.

You hug both of them before exiting the cabin. By the window, Piper and Venus sees you approach Octavian.

A few minutes later, you kiss him (something that still makes Piper want to barf) and he eagerly kisses you back.

"I will make his life a living hell if he hurts her." Piper whispers to Venus before your mother disappears into the thin air.

This made Venus proud. No matter how beautiful her children are, they are capable of terrifying things.

She just hopes that day will never come or else Octavian will surely meet his end.

Hazel Levesque

We all know Hazel is a very calm, sweet girl who will do no wrong unless she really has to.

But once you tell her about your feelings, she may act on impulse and confront Octavian immediately.

Why, you ask? Because like Piper, she'll think your under some spell. Except it's his doing.

Octavian has an evident malicious nature, a person who's willing to do catastrophic deeds to get what he wants.

So there's no way that someone like you could ever feel something for that oaf other than hatred and disgust...right?

You try to reason with her but she was determined.

She finds Octavian having a conversation with Reyna at the Garden of Bacchus.

Hazel promptly aims her spatha at his chest, demanding what he had done with you and how she will kill him if he doesn't solve it.

"What is going on?"

"(Y/N) likes him, it must be Amokinesis."

Both Reyna and Octavian's eyes widen as they look at you for further explanation.

Hazel didn't miss the blush on Octavian's cheeks and how the way the corners of his lips quirk into a small grin as he looks down, flustered.

"It's not Amokinesis, Hazel!"

"And I wouldn't do anything like that to (Y/N)."

Octavian replied, looking at you with such sincerity Hazel hasn't seen before.

Reyna looks back and forth between the three of you, delicately thinking of what to do. She settles the issue by getting you checked.

If there were no signs of Amokinesis then your feelings for Octavian are true.

After it was confirmed that it is, he didn't waste time and told you he shares your affections.

As much as Hazel loves you, she can never accept Octavian.

The two of them will remain in a bitter feud, only tolerating each other's presence for you.

And if Octavian hurts you? Let's just say Hazel (+ Nico) will make sure he spends eternity in Tartarus.

Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano

Reyna will say she's happy for you and urge you to speak more about your feelings.

As you ramble about; from when you realized you like Octavian to your daily interactions with him, Reyna will look for anything suspicious.

Octavian may be obnoxious, though no one can doubt he is a brilliant orator that can manipulate and charm people in his favor.

What if he used the same tactic on you?

Once your done, Reyna will just observe. She will take note anything; how Octavian acts, speaks, or talks about you.

After some time, she concludes that Octavian appears softer with you. Despite his reputation, you bring out another side of him; clement, calmer, more humane, and less evil.

I don't think any of them will particularly approve of him, especially Reyna.

Dating you will not completely change him. In fact, this makes her even more wary than ever.

What will she do if Octavian hurts you? Well, nothing really.

She would just smile, sit back, and enjoy the sight as you destroy him. You're a child of Bellona, after all.

[fuxuannie]

cure my sadness from ur fic with miles morales x filo reader, make it happy this time:(

↳ pairing : miles morales x (filo) g-neutral reader

↳ synopsis : the universe where it worked out.

↳ authors note : I made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement, and I don’t expect to be forgiven. I’m simply here to apologize. (/j) HI EVERYONE!! the life you all deserved to have in that one filo miles fic :)

"Gago! Wag mo ako i-kiss!" You say inbetween laughs, trying to push Miles away as his lips are coated with chocolate all while he laughs at your misery.

Today was a really special day for the both of you, specifically marking the second year of you two dating and you couldn't have been happier. Miles was an amazing boyfriend, and within those two years you both learned a lot about each other. He was able to reveal his identity to you, (which of course caused a lot of worry and problems, however easily solved within a lot of talking and conversations) his past adventures and much more.

And although your life isn't as daring as his, it's always fun to be able to hangout with your boyfriend and have him learn a little bit of your language so you two could communicate better.

You even got to meet Gwen, and was able to know the history between Miles and her from the past. Though with reassurance from her that she's long moved on from him, and so has he with her.

Now you're both here in your apartment, trying to bake a cake for your anniversary when someone gets distracted."

"What? My love doesn't want to kiss me?" He'll tease, finally getting a kiss onto your cheek as you let out an exaggerated gasp. "Hmph. Sorry na ganito talaga nadiscover mo yung truth." You play along, wiping off the chocolate as Miles goes quiet.

"Wait, I was kidding-" You stammered, your hands immediately leaving his chest. But it's far too late when you see the smirk on his face, you don't even realize how you've fallen into a trap until a hand grabs your wrists and holds them together.

"Wait..!-"

You can't even get another word out until you feel the familiar sensation of kisses all over your face, "Miles!" You exclaimed, but your pleas go into deaf ears as he continues to kiss you with giggles drowning out your voice.

After a few seconds of just kissing, he finally pulls away and he has the most cocky and proud smirk he's ever worn on that pretty face of his.

"You happy?" You pout, trying to hide your own amusement as it's easy for him to to see right through you. "Very."

"Now can we start to actually bake?"

Miles chuckles while nodding, letting go of you as he had to grab a bag of flour and you had to wipe off the chocolate on your face.

You don't even take your eyes off him for a minute when you hear something tear and an 'Oops' from Miles.

While turning around you're greeted with the sight of flour on the counter, on his feet and all over his face. You're about to laugh until you hear; "Don't. Not. A. Word."

That alone makes you burst into laughter, pointing at his flour filled apron as you're well aware he has to clean up the mess.

"You know what- come here!"

"Noooo! Don't hug me when you're literally a mess! Take a shower!"

You'd never imagine a life without Miles in it, he brings so much light in your days and there seems to be nothing in this world that could tear you two apart.

And against your better judgement, you pause and turn to see how far he was from you.

He's already caught up, arms wide open to grab you into his (flour filled and) loving embrace.

"I love youu~"

And despite the two messes he's managed to make of you, you softly reply;

"I love you too."

[animasola86]

Doubts and Distractions

Notes: This is another part of my Scars-Series (“Sexy Times with Sharp”). Can be read individually, though. Read the whole collection on AO3. [PREVIOUS PART]

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x f!reader (with face scar)

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut // Words: 6.5k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: You fall into a carousel of dread, overthinking everything, but once you're back in his arms, all seems forgotten.

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Size difference. Age gap. Established student/teacher relationship. The cure for depression is sex, at least in this story.

Doubts and Distractions

It was one of those days. Winter was still heavy in the Highlands, snow everywhere, only a few hours of sunlight each day, it was dark and cold and damp and icy, especially inside the castle. And while it was the perfect season to cuddle up in front of a fireplace, you couldn't quite enjoy it.

Because you'd never be able to do what your classmates were doing.

The coldest season was just another excuse for those pesky couples to show their happy love lives to everyone caring to look (or too slow to look away). You didn't want to see them giggling, holding hands, hugging, snogging in dark corners, bodies pressed together as if they were one, with no care in the world for who might witness those very public displays of affections.

At the end of the day, nobody cared about a happy pair of sixteen or seventeen or eighteen-year-olds. It wasn't as scandalised anymore, nothing out of the ordinary. The castle was big, they'd find their place to make out, and they weren't really bothering anyone, but still you felt as if they were rubbing it in, reminding you of what you wanted to do but never could.

You had to fall in love with an older man, with a teacher no less, with whom it was indeed still very scandalous to engage in these activities (and more), and you knew you didn't want to risk either his job or your expulsion, but the need to parade him around was growing stronger and stronger, especially since everyone looked at you as if you were the odd one out because you didn't have anyone to snog in dark corners.

Or so they thought. And every day the looks seemed to become more pitiful, some even hostile, because you kept looking at them, longingly, not for their significant other, but because you wanted to do this too. With him.

It would never happen, and you had to live with that realization – on top of the growing dread of what might happen after your graduation. You already spent barely any time together, and the exams were approaching fast, and you knew you'd have even less time then. It pained to think about, it hurt so much you spent your days wallowing in your own sorrow, barely paying attention in class, running into other students because you were so deep in thought, and while they distanced themselves more and more from you for your strange behaviour, you fell deeper and deeper into this carousel of fear and sadness.

Come evening, you'd be so tired from overthinking, you sometimes even fell asleep in your own dorm room, in a bed you hadn't used in quite some time, and come morning, you could add guilt and regret onto your growing list of problems because you'd ditched the one good thing in your life. And the spiral continued.

Sometimes he'd call you to his desk after class to check up on you, and once the last student had left his classroom, you'd silently throw your arms around him and cry into his shoulder. He'd hold you quietly, his strong arms around you as he pulled you onto his lap. You couldn't even explain to him what was wrong with you. “Seasonal depression,” you called it once, and he didn't urge you to elaborate further.

You gave him a quick kiss to the lips and stood up again, wiping at your wet cheeks. He looked at you with even more creases on his forehead, one hand caressing your lower back soothingly while his other hand moved up to trail his thumb over your scar. His dark eyes were warm and compassionate. As usual you didn't say much, you just forced a small smile and hugged him once more, before you excused yourself to leave for your next class.

Reluctantly he let you go, watching you with a deep frown, being none the wiser. He had no idea what was wrong with you, why you were so tired, so sad. Did they bully you again? Were you sad you couldn't engage with those boys who seemed to have an interest in you? Were you starting to regret your relationship with him?

He knew he couldn't give you everything you desired. He was older, he was your teacher, there were so many obstacles between you, and he couldn't even hold your hand in public, as much as he wanted to. Unbeknownst to you, he shared many of your concerns. What would happen after you graduated? How could he be there for you more, show you how much he needed you, making you feel loved and cherished without being able to parade you around publicly?

His own thoughts took over, and he found himself lying in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, waiting for you to join him, yet the gnawing doubts got the better of him. You might not come again. Were you actively distancing yourself from him because the thought of losing him at the end of the school year was too much to bear?

He fell asleep with his heart heavy and a tight knot in his stomach.

You had spent your day thinking too, dodging those couples, ignoring their carefree laughter, but they seemed to be everywhere you looked. It was a strange phenomenon: if you see one, you see them all. And they were all around you, looking deep into their eyes, caressing each other's faces, tucking strands of hair behind their ears, teasing one another playfully, smiling, giggling, moving closer, oblivious to where they were.

Dinner was the worst, as the lights dimmed and they felt safer in the shadows. Sighing deeply, you left the Great Hall, mindlessly walking through the dark, cold corridors, dodging those kissing sounds like they were venomous spiders ready to pounce on you. Your head was spinning with those same sombre thoughts, and you were almost at the entrance of your common room when you stopped walking, forcibly turning around, shooing those thoughts away, focusing on the light amongst them.

You'd almost missed the chance to see him again.

It was later than usual when you sneaked through the Faculty Tower under the Disillusionment charm. Even the prefects seemed busy cuddling up and seeking out warmth on their patrols, so you made it to his door without any run-ins. But when you entered his quarters quietly, locking the door behind you, you noticed the dim lights.

He was already asleep.

And he needed his sleep, you knew that. Still you moved on, shedding the cloaking charm and your clothes on your way to his bed. His gentle snores echoed through the room, and he stirred slightly when you crawled under the covers, carefully pressing your body against his, finding your way into his arms. Inhaling deeply, you settled beside him, savouring the warmth and comfort of his taller frame.

You were about to fall asleep as well when he turned slightly, wrapping his arms more firmly around you, pulling you tighter against him. His nose nuzzled against your cheek, and you turned your head to him, looking at him out of hooded eyes, pleasantly surprised to see his dark gaze meeting yours.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a short, gentle kiss, then rested his face close to yours afterwards, breathing deeply against you. Your hand found his rough face, your fingers trailing his scar and his bearded chin. Seeing him this close made your heart swell – and tighten at the same time.

Suddenly you were back thinking that you only had so long to see this face, this man, before everything changed. Soon you had to leave, leave this school, leave him, expected to lead a normal life without him. A single sob escaped you before you buried your face in the crook of his neck and let the tears flow freely.

He held you closer instantly, trying to squeeze your sorrow out of you. “Sweetheart, what's wrong?” he murmured deeply against you, his voice vibrating through you.

“N-nothing,” you croaked, forcing the tears away but the lump remained in your throat.

“This is not nothing,” he replied quietly. “Every time you see me, you burst into tears lately...”

“Oh,” you said after a moment, considering his words, your heart skipping a beat. “Oh!” You leaned back, staring at him with wide eyes. “It's not because of you!” you said quickly, cupping his face and giving him a frantic kiss. “I'm just... I...” you stammered, unable to get the words out.

He watched you closely. “You can tell me anything,” he whispered, rubbing his hands over your back in soothing circles.

“I miss you,” you said quietly, holding back a new batch of tears.

He frowned at that. “But I'm right here...”

“I... I know, but... I do, and every time I see you, I miss you even more...”

“You miss me... pre-emptively?” he mused.

You nodded shyly. “I suppose...”

“Sweetheart, I know you worry about graduation, and... your life afterwards,” he said quietly, pulling you slightly closer. “But there's still a lot of time before that. You shouldn't concern yourself with that just yet. Enjoy the time we have...”

You pursed your lips and stared at his chin, breathing deeply. His sigh almost sounded like a groan, and you looked up timidly.

“That's not all, is it?” he asked. His voice had that edge to it that he always uses in class, right before he takes house points from a student for not meeting his expectations. Yet there was a twinkle in his eyes, and you knew he liked to tease you with that voice sometimes.

You nod gingerly. “I... always miss you, not just pre-emptively, thinking about the future, but also during the day, because everywhere I look there are these... couples... and...” He sighed again, but you kept going. “I know I can't do those things with you, and I've accepted it, but it's so hard to not think about it when there's snogging people all around me...”

“Yes, winter time is the worst for that, hm?” he mused with a low, almost bitter chuckle.

You press your face to his neck, inhaling deeply. “And because I think about that all the time, I get tired and I forget that I could do all those things too, just in the safety of your room. I'm sorry I forgot about you last night, I didn't mean to...”

“I know, darling,” he said softly, kissing your cheek. “You're here now...” He held you closely for a moment, just feeling your warmth and soft breaths against his skin. “Is there anything else bothering you?”

You sighed, suddenly feeling childish even admitting your worries. “Well, most girls think I'm a pathetic loner because I don't have anyone to snog in dark corners like they do on the daily...”

His laugh was low and almost harsh, but it made you look up at him in surprise. “Oh, love, I told you you shouldn't worry about anything these girls say. I can't believe they found something new to pester you about, those wretched girls...”

He shook his head slightly, his face hard, eyebrows furrowed. His hand found your face, and he caressed your cheek softly, his eyes warming as he looked at you.

“Do not let them bother you, let them say whatever they want. At the end of the day, you know better, you have me, alright? I might not be able to... snog you in dark corners,” he said, and you smirked at the way he said those words, “but I am here for you, every night, and in between, if you need me. Never forget that.”

You nodded solemnly and swallowed the lump in your throat. The guilt for almost doing that still gnawed at your insides. He was right, of course, he was there for you, waiting every night. And wasn't that just as good as having a boy pin you to a wall in a dark corridor? Or better? Oh, it was better, because the things you were able to do in the safety of his quarters was beyond anything a snogging student could ever do, unless they had a private room on their own.

You didn't have to worry about roommates listening in, about sneaking into the boys' dorm at night and back into yours in the morning, or spending your nights in whichever broom closet just to be close to a lover. Your lover had a big bed and a large room, and all the amenities you could wish for (even a secret hobby room with a quite comfortable table). And all of a sudden you felt silly for being jealous of those girls who thought they had it all.

You had it much better. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his with a happy smile. “Thank you,” you murmured against his mouth, locking eyes with him. He gave you a wink and deepened the kiss, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him. You settled there, savouring his warmth as much as he savoured yours, feeling the tension in his sore muscles easing under your comfortable weight.

For a moment you just kissed under the covers, exchanging body heat and gentle caresses, until he let out a groan, and with a sudden jolt, he rolled you around until he was lying on top of you, leaning on his elbows, his healthy leg angled slightly, while the rest of him pressed you deeper into the mattress. Despite not being able to breathe as deeply as before, you loved having him pin you down like that, his weight was a comfort you needed sometimes, and tonight was one of those nights – and you were lucky he knew exactly what you needed.

His large hands cradled your head, dug into your hair, tugged on it gently as he kissed you demandingly, while your arms wrapped around his back and pulled him even closer, your legs slowly inching apart to allow him to lay between them as you lost yourself in the kiss. His deep groans mixed with your soft mewls when he started grinding his hips against yours.

While you had sneaked into his bed already undressed, he still, like every night, had slipped into his pyjamas, a habit that was quite ingrained in him, so the only fabric between your clearly aroused sexes was the soft cotton of his trousers. It didn't stop you from feeling every hard inch of him, and normally, you would have been happy with grinding against him until you came, but tonight you wanted to feel him inside you, become one, feel that deep connection deep within you, preferably until the morning broke and you had to return to being just another student.

He seemed to read your mind as one of his hands slipped between your bodies and pushed his pyjama bottoms down enough to free his eager cock. You moaned softly when he used the same hand to rub at your clit, but you were already quite wet, so instead of preparing you further like he usually did, he just lined up his tip with your entrance, raising his hips only slightly, before he sank down and entered you in one fluid motion, though it took him a few more slow thrusts to slip fully in and bottom out inside you.

He paused then, resting within, letting you adjust to the stretch and fullness, while you kept kissing him hungrily, your tongue tangling with his. You welcomed the slight burning of his intrusion, your tense muscles screaming under it, but you knew how much he loved your tightness and how you initially strangled his cock with your walls until they slowly gave in, holding him comfortably.

The pain had always been a part of your love making, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He was so much bigger than you, it would always be like this, and despite your smaller frame, you were quite proud of how well you could accommodate him and his size. It was yet another thing you would never be able to brag about openly, but you slowly learned to cherish those things inside your own mind, for yourself, for him, knowing that it only concerned the both of you anyway.

When you hooked your legs around the back of his thighs, he knew you were ready for him to move, and while still kissing you almost lazily now, he started grinding against you, slow movements at first, gentle nudges, like soft little kisses of his crown against your cervix, before he pulled back more, arcing his hips, straining his thighs, then sinking in all the way again.

He repeated the motion for many moments, steady, slow but firm, his fingers back in your hair, while you pressed your hands to his shoulder blades, holding onto him, your heart pounding against his with how your chests were pressed together. Quiet whimpers escaped you every time he pushed into you a little harder, deeper, the mattress beneath you giving way with a slight bounce.

Eventually he braced himself on his elbows, leaning back only a little, his hot breaths ghosting your tingling lips as you looked up at him breathlessly. A hungry glint sat in his dark eyes, and you licked your lips while you watched him intently. The tension within your stomach built with every careful slam of his hips, and you snaked your arms around his waist, clawing your fingers into the thin fabric of his pyjama top to steady yourself against him as he finally started to move faster on top of you.

You tried to meet his powerful thrusts, and once you both found your rhythm, it didn't take many of those deep in and out motions within your tight walls to ignite the fire in your nerves that made your muscles even tighter, clamping around him needily, winding up that coil in your stomach until it burst into a million tiny lights, and you gasped and moaned beneath him, hands digging into his back as your body convulsed against him.

His noises grew louder, deeper, a steady thrum of sounds vibrating through your limbs, adding to the sensation, but he kept going, pushing hard and deep, pulling back and slamming down once more, over and over again, while the bed creaked around you.

And when he felt the same tightness in his stomach and lower in his balls, he let out a low grunt as he gave you that final thrust, deeper than anything before as he smacked right into your cervix and came, and you came with him once more at the sudden pain coursing through you, and while your walls tightened around him, milking him, he painted your insides with his seed, sharing his warmth, coaxing those sweet little mewls out of you as you moulded to his body, melting beneath him, your tiny frame spasming slightly as you succumbed to your second orgasm.

Your legs fell open, thighs twitching, your breaths slowly easing. He leaned his head on the pillow next to yours and kissed your cheek, closing his eyes as fatigue washed over him, his aching muscles silenced for the moment, but he knew the soreness would come back soon.

He grew heavier on top of you, pushing you deep into the mattress, his body relaxing slowly. You held him tightly, arms wrapped around his waist, breathing deep. Your connection was still intact, his spent cock resting just as heavy inside you, the warmth and wetness you both built up slowly seeping out, but you didn't care.

You wanted to feel him, all of him, as close as possible, and there was no way you could become any closer than you were right now. And despite the realization that you couldn't remain like this forever as the post-haze clarity set in, you tried to cherish the feeling now, enjoy the moment, not think about the future too much.

And somehow you fell asleep, a content smile on your face.

When you woke up the next morning, he had rolled off you, pulling you with him, nestling you in his arms, holding you close, but no longer as close as before, judging by the empty feeling inside you. You felt the slight aching and bruising he left behind, but that was it. Sighing deeply, you snuggled against his chest, hands gripping his pyjama top, never wanting to let go.

He stirred a little, issuing a deep grunt, his breath ghosting your forehead. Moving against him, you pushed yourself closer until you could plant a series of kisses on his neck and up his jaw until you met his mouth. To your surprise he was awake enough to move his lips against yours, a soft, lazy kiss to slowly wake up fully to. Humming into his mouth, you savoured the warmth of his touch.

“Can we stay in bed today?” you mumbled, your hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer, as you deepened the kiss.

He let out a groan, a low noise deep in his throat. “Hmm... fine,” he murmured between kisses, and you had to lean back in shock and surprise as you stared at him, thinking you might have misheard him.

“Really?” you asked in excitement, a new wave of heat rushing into your stomach.

“Of course,” he replied with the hint of a smirk on his lips. You were about to compliment him for finally taking a break, giving his classes a rest for at least a day, he definitely deserved more sick days, but then he added: “It's Saturday, we can stay in here till Monday morning if you like...”

You let out a little groan of your own before you chuckled. “Promise?” you challenged with a twinkle in your eyes, and he laughed too, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Anything for you, my love,” he muttered against your lips.

You hummed happily and moved your tongue lazily against his, now content this wasn't about to end any time soon. Still you felt the urge to make the most of it, knowing it would be over eventually, and before you felt relaxed enough to allow the carousel of dread to spin once more, you busied yourself by gently rolling him onto his back and quickly climbing on top of him.

He watched you out of tired eyes, his hands on your waist as you settled on his hips, slowly grinding against him. “You're truly insatiable, aren't you?” he muttered in his low voice.

You smirked at him. “That's why you like me, right?”

“Love you,” he corrected, and you blushed deeply and dove in to press a quick kiss to his lips. “That's why I love you, yes,” he said again, smiling softly. You sighed contently and showered his rough face with little pecks, dragging your lips gently over his scar and down over his bearded jaw.

He closed his eyes and let you do your thing, relaxing beneath you. “How's your leg?” you whispered after a moment, with your mouth pressed to his neck, your tongue teasingly gliding over his pulse. “You've missed a few of my massages,” you added, feeling a pang of guilt as you mentioned it.

“Indeed I have,” he hummed back. “But it's alright, don't worry your pretty little head so much...”

You scoffed. “I will never not worry, and I want you to feel good.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

You were playing with the buttons of his pyjama top now, slowly revealing more of his skin as you kissed your way down his chest. “Let me make you feel good...”

“I feel good,” he grumbled, his hand moving along the back of your head as you slipped deeper down his body, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his stomach now.

“You could feel better,” you whispered, your fingers hooking around the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. “Don't you want to feel better?”

He only grunted in response, leaning back, his hands falling to his sides as he gave in. You looked up at him with a smirk, pressing your lips to his lower stomach before you slowly pulled his trousers down. But instead of moving straight to his already hardening member, you moved lower, pulling his bottoms down all the way and discarding them somewhere on the floor before you slowly made your way back up, your hands closing around his left leg.

A shiver rushed through him as you started your massage, your fingers digging gently but firmly into his tense muscles. He closed his eyes and relaxed into your ministrations. Over the months you'd learned exactly how you could touch him, how to ease the soreness, how to make him feel like he had never felt before, or at least not for a very long time.

Your touch was magical, and he suspected you'd learned to pour your magic into it as well. Unbeknownst to him, you had no idea what you were doing, you just tried your best and just wanted to make him feel better, because he deserved it, because you loved him.

In the end both of you knew that love was a powerful thing, it gave you the courage to continue on this path that led into a dark, unknown future, and it gave him the peace of mind to enjoy these unsolicited touches without doubts and second guessing anything.

He groaned, his eyes opening lazily, when your hands closed around his thigh and pressed hard, thumbs and fingers kneading his skin, stimulating the tight muscles, squeezing with just the right amount of strength. He'd never have guessed what power resided in your tiny body, you were so frail and fragile compared to him, but met with the right obstacles, you very easily overcame them all, and selflessly so.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his face for any sign of discomfort. Always so considerate. Sometimes a little too much even. You were kneeling between his legs, your hands so close to where he might need you just a little bit more. He flexed his leg slightly to show you that your massage had worked already, but you kept your fingers wrapped around his thigh, pressing them rhythmically into his sore flesh.

His hand moved down to brush against your knee as he watched you, how your hair fell over your shoulders, covering the top of your breasts, and he wanted to reach out and tuck it away to get a better look, but he felt too relaxed to do so. His eyelids became heavy again, and eventually he succumbed to the effect your touches had on his body.

You watched him as he closed his eyes, his breaths deep and calm, and you pursed your lips as you realized he'd fallen asleep once more. Or was about to. A mischievous grin spread on your lips as you moved your hands from his thigh to the limb you'd ignored so far, lying tall and proud on his lower stomach, definitely ready for the taking.

A little chuckle escaped you as you saw his eyes flutter open in surprise when you closed your hands around his cock, continuing your eager massaging by pressing your fingers against the hardened core before you moved the hot skin up and down with gentle motions, but you only teased at his sensitive tip. His eyes were almost black as he stared at you, a certain hunger on his gruff features.

And before you knew it, he sat up and grabbed your wrists, prying your hands off him, before he hooked his own hands under your arms and spun you around. It all happened so fast, he was so agile all of a sudden, that you merely issued a surprised yelp as you ended up lying on your stomach while he slowly climbed on top of you, straddling your hips until he lay down fully on your back, pushing you deeper into the mattress and all air out of your lungs, his hard cock resting in the cleft between your arse cheeks.

His lips found the back of your neck, then moved around until he kissed your cheek, his hands cradling your head, turning it gently so you could look at him out of the corner of your eye. You were surprised by how nimble he was this morning, but it was a very welcome surprise. It made you remember that time he took you to (and in) his secret hobby room for the first time...

A little moan escaped you at the memory and when he nibbled on your earlobe. “I told you I feel good,” he whispered into your ear, causing goosebumps to ripple over your skin. He leaned back then, his big hands on your shoulders before he shrugged off his pyjama top and sat down firmly on your thighs. “Let me take care of you today,” he said softly, his fingers digging into your unusually tense nape.

The groan that came out of your throat when he started massaging your shoulders was low and raw, and you shuddered slightly under his tight grip. He was strong, and you knew he held himself back for your sake, but he was still applying enough pressure to make you whimper in a pain you hadn't known before. But the more he kneaded your muscles, the better it felt, and your pained whimpers turned into soft mewls that made his heart beat faster.

You felt him pausing, his hands resting on your warm skin before they moved lower, along the sides of your body, around your hips and back to your plump cheeks where he continued his kneading for a moment, coaxing more noises past your trembling lips. His fingers slipped lower then, testing the waters as he dipped some between your wet folds, teasing at your entrance.

Shivers crashed down your spine but you remained completely immobile beneath him, even when he pushed a finger into your tightness, sinking it as deep as his knuckles allowed, prodding your walls and curling it inside you until he brushed against that sweet spot that made you gasp and squirm slightly.

Instead of assaulting that spot further, he retrieved his finger, making you mewl in disappointment, but he was too generous to leave you hanging, and when you felt his tip pushing between your thighs as he shifted on top of you, you braced yourself for his intrusion, your pussy clenching in anticipation.

He pushed in slowly, so slowly you writhed in impatience, as he made you feel every inch of his hard cock, from the bulbous tip to the ridges and veins of his shaft as he gave you those tiny slams of his hips, pressing deeper, stretching your walls, filling you out, until he was finally completely seated inside you. The prone position of your body allowed him to hit your special pleasure points differently, and you mewled when he scraped past your g-spot and cried out softly when he hit that other spot deep within.

This time he didn't let you adjust to his size, he moved back immediately, arching his hips, pulling out almost all the way, before he slammed back in, smacking his pelvis against your cushioned rear. You moaned loudly, and you kept moaning as he kept repeating the same pattern, and the more he moved in and out, the more light-headed you felt.

And it got even worse. His hands moved around your hips and pulled them up slightly before he grabbed them tightly, the new angle allowing him to really pound into you, and pound he did, rapid thrusts, no longer as deep, but fast and shallow, and every single slam pressed straight into that special spot.

You were barely able to process what he was doing as your first orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, completely catching you off guard. You cried out, spasming beneath him, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you pressed them shut. And he kept going, pushing you further, never allowing you to come down from that incredible high.

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white, your body arching and convulsing, that tension within building and erupting over and over again, your cunt fluttering around his cock helplessly. You quickly lost count of your releases, and only the obscenely wet squelching sounds echoing through the room made you realize how often he had made you come. And he wasn't done yet.

One hand held your hip up, his other hand moved around to your front and started pinching your clit, making you scream in bliss, as he continued smacking his hips into you hard and fast. You felt dizzy and delirious, forgetting everything around but his warm body, his hard cock rutting into you and the tight grip of his hands.

He eventually eased his assault on your clit and moved his hands up your body, snaking them around to grab your breasts that had been squished to the bed before. His large palms cupped them easily, and he pulled you up slightly as he gripped them. You felt like a puppet in his hands, overwhelmed by all the sensations rushing through your body, barely able to breathe at this point.

Let alone wonder how he was able to take you like this, with his knees tightening around your hips, holding you in place, as he strained his thighs and kept slamming his pelvis hard against your rear, each thrust sending shock waves through your body. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open, your face contorted in pure ecstasy, unintelligible noises forming in your throat and tumbling past your lips.

He watched you with glee, desire and love as he kept going at a speed that surprised himself. But as much as you wanted him to feel good, he wanted to give back and make you feel incredible. And by the way your body convulsed and twitched beneath him, and how those sweet sounds that were like bird song in his ears came fluttering out of your mouth, he knew you felt good enough to forget about your worries.

He knew he couldn't wipe away your sorrows completely. As soon as you left his room and became a student again, you'd be back to worrying about the future, about what others said about you, about wanting all those things he could never give you, but as long as you were here, in his bed, pinned down by his body, he'd give his all to distract you properly.

His thrusts became slower and deeper, allowing you to catch your breath after his relentless assault on your g-spot, and he even let go of your sensitive breasts, gently putting you back down on the bed as he lay down on top of you, his hips continuing to pound into you, but at a slower pace, the mattress bouncing slightly with every downwards slam.

Kissing your warm cheek, he snuggled against you, his hands cradling your head before his fingers dug into your hair and gripped it just enough to let you feel his desire for you. You whimpered beneath him, breathlessly and spent, face flushed and lips trembling, but your eyes were still open, slightly at least, and you watched him out of the corner of your eye.

He leaned his rough cheek against yours, one hand in your hair while the other moved along the slender column of your neck, long fingers wrapping around your throat gently but firmly when he pulled you close enough to capture your lips. The kiss was messy with how he was still slamming his hips into you and how you twitched against him, but you still managed to meet his tongue in a heated dance.

Your moans echoed in his ears, fuelling the fire burning within him, driving him further, faster, harder, and while he felt your walls clamping down on him for yet another orgasm that crashed through your tiny body, his own muscles tensed as well, his balls tightening, and with a loud groan that you swallowed with your mouth, he pushed deep before he stilled inside you, erupting almost violently as he emptied himself deep within your tight space.

Your own release came with such a force that he slipped out mid-eruption, making him lean back, and while you pressed your flushed face into the pillow as your juices flowed freely, he pressed his still throbbing cock back into your clenching cunt, coaxing more mewls out of you. He continued moving within you, giving you those tiny thrusts that drove you crazy with bliss as he pushed one hand on your lower back while the other guided your hip.

He thought he'd be done by now, spent, exhausted, but he slowly kept going, despite your strained whimpers and breathless moans. Eventually your body went limp beneath him, and he eased his relentless assault as well, stilling within you, feeling your walls still tensing around him, strong enough to make him hard again. But he ignored the tension building up in his stomach, and gently lowered himself on your back once more.

You let out a last little gasp before you succumbed to the overstimulation. He kissed your cheek and nuzzled his nose against your ear as he settled on top of you, slowly relaxing, his own rapid breaths easing eventually.

Before you slipped completely out of consciousness, a weak smile grazed your trembling lips, and you had to think about those poor girls who had to spent their nights in crowded dorm rooms, hiding behind Silencing charms, hoping to get at least one orgasm out of their sneaky encounters before their inexperienced lovers would fall asleep on them.

Now you pitied them, because your lover didn't just have the experience and expertise to grant you mind-blowing releases you weren't even able to count, but also exerted himself past his limits – only to make you feel good. You didn't need to snog anyone in dark corners when you could have this in the comfort of a real bed.

You didn't need to hold hands in public when you could spend the entire weekend pushed into the mattress by a strong, tall body, warm and cosy and fucked out of your mind.

And maybe you could continue this adventure way past your graduation. Because in this very moment all you could think about was him and how you would do absolutely anything to keep this going, no matter what. No matter how.

You'd find a way, you were sure.

(At least once you regained control over your limp body.)

End notes: More dialogue? They can actually talk, in full sentences no less? I'm surprised too!

This came out of my brain as my own way of dealing with seasonal depression, and writing smut is indeed a good way to cope, somehow.

And even though there are not really any life-altering changes or solutions in this chapter/oneshot, this'll pave the way for more. And more is coming. I'm in too deep now, these two live in my head rent-free, and I can't seem to get them out anytime soon.

So, I thank you for joining me on this little Sharp-detour, but don't worry, I will not change the focus of this blog. Sebastian is still my muse, I'm just giving him a little break after having him do all those things in my other smut oneshots. He needs it too.

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“just you and your seb” – SV5

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pairings: sebastian vettel x girlfriend!you; sebastian vettel x girlfriend!reader

summary: your boyfriend is the famous f1 driver Sebastian Vettel. one day, he decided to come after a long separation and spend time with you.

theme: soft, romantic, healthy relationships, quite a bit of dirty talk, marriage proposal

dedicated to: my my my V.

note: sorry if there are mistakes, english can be too difficult. and I didn't specifically indicate the city, so you can imagine your dream city.

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The silence in the hotel room was abruptly interrupted by the sound of an incoming notification. Then another one. And another one. You were sitting at the dressing table and doing yourself a light makeup so that you could go out completely confident in yourself and your beauty. Of course you were already beautiful, especially in the shower, but makeup is an important part of any appearance.

As soon as you heard this ringing "ding", you even flinched, because it was too loud and unexpected. In general, you had a silent mode turned on so that intrusive people and employees would not interfere with your enjoyment of your life, but some contacts avoided such a restriction. It was your best friend Adele, Mom and Sebastian, your favorite person.

Yes, you're dating Sebastian Vettel, the famous Formula 1 racer. But you fell in love with him not for his status, money or position in society, but for what he really is, for what he was next to you.

Love is often described as a wonderful adventure full of twists and turns that captivate our hearts and souls. You could feel it and feel someone's sincere love only with him.

He was very sensitive, attentive to you. I always asked about your well-being, how your day went, whether you ate. When you are forced to be far from each other, the only thing that allows you to keep positive is video calls.

Sometimes, because of the big difference in time zones, it happens that he calls you early in the morning when it's already late at night. It makes you laugh and joke about the fact that he still doesn't let you sleep at night.

He had a way of making you feel special, loved and protected. Whether it's a surprise visit with your favorite sweets when he's not riding around the world because of his racing career or a simple message to wish you a good day. He's always tried to let you know that you're important. That you're the most important person in his life.

His sense of humor was another aspect you treasured. His ability to make you laugh until your cheeks hurt was one of the things you treasured the most. It is rare now to meet someone who is able to keep a smile on his face and cause it on the face of others. And Sebastian was such a rare person. He was the one and only for you.

His special intelligence and playful banter made your relationship carefree and fun even in the most difficult times. You complemented each other perfectly, when Seb faced setbacks on the track, he always knew that he could share his stamp with you and get effective support. He himself has repeatedly claimed that your hugs and kisses cure all ailments. When you had problems with your work or with these elementary complexes about your appearance, he always found the right words and hurried to remind you that you are already the most beautiful for him, and that physical beauty is not the main thing at all. There are a lot of beautiful and sexy models in the whole world, but you will meet a really "person" less often. You will meet your man less often.

But not only his character traits and ability to support captivated you. You were constantly lost in thoughts of his physical presence. The way his eyes twinkled when he smiled and was happy, the way his strong arms hugged you during a long separation. To feel the warmth of his touch, to be with him and not let go anywhere else — everything you craved when you were apart.

Sometimes, of course, where without it, you wondered if you really deserve his love and whether you can meet his expectations. These doubts were fleeting, they were quickly replaced by the realization that your love is built on a solid foundation — on trust, respect and mutual support.

In your thoughts, you often imagined a future with him. You imagined how finally, after all these races and training, you could be together like the most ordinary couple in love. It's hard to say that it will work out, because it's unlikely that the famous Sebastian Vettel can afford the life of the most ordinary person. But deep down you knew that he really wanted to live in peace and tranquility for a very short time.

You imagined coming home after a long day at work, immediately falling into his warm and familiar embrace. After kissing you on the forehead, he helps you take off your coat and hangs it on a hanger while you go to wash your hands. Later, you cook dinner for yourself, telling about the past day and your impressions. Isn't this a wonderful life?

You loved to indulge in dreams about how you travel together, experiencing new adventures hand in hand. Maybe you'll even have a baby who will be as curly as his super dad.

But all these dreams were replaced by a harsh reality. Sebastian is a racer, it is impossible to imagine him not driving a car, which means that racing obviously will not be able to leave his life so easily. You sincerely supported the hobby of your beloved and in your free time, you always attended the Grand Prix.

Every race brings with it a sense of excitement, an exciting ride that reflects the roller coaster of emotions that you experience when you watch him go on the track. He immediately looks for you with his eyes and smiles with his special smile, intended only for you. You know he's a little worried, and he knows you're very worried. This shared excitement strengthens the deep bond between you.

Behind the roaring engines and incredible speed is an unwavering dedication. From the countless hours spent honing his skills on the track to the meticulous attention paid to every aspect of his car, your boyfriend's drive for perfection never falters. This devotion extends to your relationship as well.

You experience every victory, every defeat together, always knowing that after every sorrow the long-awaited joy will come. Not every couple can boast of such a connection and passion that you have.

You couldn't help but smile, remembering every rare moment you spent with him. His presence has become an integral part of your life. It was as if he was the missing piece of a puzzle that finally found its place.

In your thoughts, you admire his strength and resilience, admiring how he meets difficulties face to face. He motivates you to be the best version of yourself, encouraging you to achieve your goals and believe in your abilities. It gives you a sense of security and stability, assuring you that you will never have to face the world alone. That he will always be there, even when he is not.

Sitting at the table, still lost in your thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the amazing person he was, and gratitude for the love you shared.

Suddenly, the thought popped into my head that you still haven't read the message. Frowning, you put your makeup in a special purse and go to the table where your phone was charging.

Two messages from Mom and one from Sebastian.

mom ❤️

«daughter, we will be waiting for you and Sebastian at dinner next weekend»

«Daddy will cook your favorite turkey, so you won't have a chance to refuse 😘😘💓»

s💋

«get ready, in five minutes I'll come for a suitcase»

As soon as you read the message from Sebastian, your heart started beating faster.

This can't be happening. This is a prank. He's thousands of miles away right now, getting ready for the upcoming race. No, no, no.

You blinked a few times to make yourself understand what you thought, but no. The message remained in the same place.

«what do you mean, Seb?»

The answer came immediately.

«I mean what I said»

«check-in for the flight closes in two hours»

Great. In five minutes, the most you can do is just get a travel suitcase out of the closet.

Sometimes Sebastian's passion for speed was mesmerizing. But, unfortunately, you didn't have the speed he had. And therefore, I had to speed up in order not to miss the opportunity to meet my beloved. It was still very strange. Sebastian really should be far away now, and here he writes that he will come for you. Even no, not for you, but for your suitcase. What a fool.

You started running around the room and throwing things into a suitcase. You reminded yourself of a massive car that has already passed the warm-up lap and is ready to take p1. But as soon as you zipped up the suitcase, there was a knock on the door. Or is it already knocking in your head?

"Hey, y/n, it's me, Sebastian."

When you heard your native voice, you screamed with happiness and rushed to the door. Opening it and seeing Seb standing, you jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly around the neck.

He laughed velvety and pulled you closer to him.

"Did my girl miss me?"

"Hell yeah. Vettel, I've missed you like hell."

"Well, well, watch your tongue, or I'll have to teach you a lesson in good behavior." he whispered in your ear, then reluctantly lowered it down.

Seb smirked as soon as he saw your flushed cheeks.

"Is the suitcase ready?"

"Yes, there it is."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'll just wear a shirt over my top, and that's it. Seb..." you asked him when he went to the room to take your suitcase.

"Mmm?"

"I have too many questions."

"I promise I will answer them, but let's get on the plane. We're terribly late, let's go, liebe (love)"

♡♡♡

As it turned out, Seb had been planning to "kidnap" his y/n. for a long time. He admitted it by accident when you asked him about how he was able to be around. At that time, Vettel had recently woken up from a dream and was not yet fully aware of the seriousness of the situation. But he also said that she wouldn't even need a suitcase, it was just a little joke. For this, he was lightly hit on the head.

You couldn't believe that here he is, smiling at you not from the smartphone screen. That you could touch him, kiss his beloved lips, the taste of which was sweeter than honey for you. Everything inside you was blooming and singing. Everything was too perfect.

The flight was quite long, but together with it it seemed very short and it was not enough. It wasn't enough. Your Sebastian. In your heart, you knew that he would leave soon and the happiness would last a maximum of two days. But I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to at all.

The flight ended and you had to leave the cozy business class seats. Of course, there were autographs and photos with fans that forced you to stand aside so as not to interfere with Seb's communication with his fans. This was a frequent occurrence, so you treated it with a smile on your face and rejoiced that your boyfriend had such support.

When that was over, Vettel gently but firmly took you by the hand and led you to the car already waiting for you at the entrance to the airport. A friendly little man handed the car keys to the champion and helped to load your small luggage into the trunk. After that, Seb opened the passenger seat door, helping you to take your seat. Then, leaving a quick kiss on your lips, I hurried to get behind the wheel and take you away from the crowd of fans rushing to take pictures of you and your little date.

Seb moved cautiously along the winding coastal road. His skill was mesmerizing not only on the track, but also off it. You couldn't help but look at his concentration, at his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, a slight smile, tousled curls. He really resembled a god.

It was already evening and the only source of light was the weak sun and the headlights of the car, but you still couldn't take your eyes off Sebastian. But he, the impudent one, saw that you were looking at him.

"Am I that handsome? You've been looking at me since the beginning of the trip." He asked, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Yes." you answered shortly and smiled. "The most handsome man in the world. My most handsome man."

"Yours." Seb agreed and nodded his head. Then, seizing the moment when you turned away in embarrassment, I put my hand free from the steering wheel on your thigh and squeezed it slightly, but noticeably, causing your body to be covered with goosebumps.

"Almost there." he whispered and, after a quick glance at you, immediately returned his gaze to the road.

The rhythmic sound of crashing waves grew louder as you approached your destination. You haven't been here before, and therefore, curiosity took its toll.

Seb was hoping he could get you to the right place by sunset. After all, it is then that the sun can be seen at arm's length. He knew how much you love sunsets and beautiful places. Therefore, I decided to share my special place with you.

In the end, he drove up to a viewing platform hidden from the eyes of others, located at a decent distance and high above the fascinating landscape of a busy city.

He found this place after one of his not very successful Grand Prix and liked to come here to think about everything that had been stored in his soul for so long. He could scream in pain for a long time without being afraid that he would be considered crazy or something like that. He could talk to himself, blame himself for failures, praise himself for success. He could be in harmony with himself and spend multiple hours alone. Anyone, the most famous people, sometimes need to be alone. But nowhere was he calmer than with you.

That's why he decided to share with you a piece of his soul, to share his secret place. Even earlier, he made a serious decision to share his last name with you and legitimize your love, which was eloquently evidenced by a small red box in his pants pocket. You didn't know about it and thought only about what awaits you next.

"We're here, baby." Seb said when he parked the rented car in a special place for her.

You smiled enthusiastically and quickly unbuckled your seat belt. As soon as you got out of the car, an admiring sigh escaped from your chest. The view here was beautiful. That was putting it mildly. It was really great.

But it was even more beautiful to have Sebastian around. You were standing a little apart from him and the car, and did not notice how he came up from behind and put his arm around your waist, hugging you tightly. Burying his nose in your neck, he exhaled noisily.

"I missed you, y/n. My career doesn't allow us to spend more time together and it makes my heart ache for you."

"I missed you a lot too, Seb. I miss you too much." you whispered, feeling moisture appear in the corners of your eyes. No, no, no, not tears.

"I know, honey, I know. But let's enjoy this rare moment when we're together. When I can do like this." Sebastian brazenly bit you on the neck, making you flinch and jokingly pull away. But he knew that it brought you pleasure. "Or like this."

The man abruptly turned you around and lifted you in his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Oh my God, Sebastian, you're going to drop me!"

"I will never drop you, my girl." he murmured and carefully arranged you on the blanket that he had prepared when you were admiring the sunset.

"Oh. And when did you have time to prepare everything?" while you were getting comfortable on the bedspread, Sebastian had already managed to take a seat next to you.

"I'm very fast." He answered with a shrug and took out a bottle of wine, also prepared in advance.

"Yes, especially in..." You didn't finish the sentence and grinned, forcing Sebastian to grin and lean so close to you that you could clearly feel his breath on your lips.

"In what?"

His voice took your breath away.

"Racing, honey."

"Right answer." He said, and taking advantage of how dangerously close to him you are, he rarely shortened the remaining distance and covered your lips with his.

This kiss was unlike any of your past. He skillfully combined all the pain of separation and the joy of a long-awaited reunion, all the tenderness and warmth that he felt for you, all the affection and unwillingness to part anymore. Of course, no one can compare with Sebastian at all, it's impossible to deny.

From such a kiss, you felt dizzy and once again you were convinced that this man would still show himself. You have been together for several years, but every kiss was like the first, every look he directed at you made you kneel.

When Vettel pulled away, he immediately handed you a glass of your favorite wine.

"You're the perfect man." You said and drank some of the liquid with pleasure, which immediately burned your throat.

"And you're the perfect girl." He answered and sat down in such a way as to embrace you and enclose you in the ring of his arms.

You have been sitting like this for an uncounted amount of time, sharing your memories and places for the future. Sometimes you stopped just to drink wine or kiss. The kisses became deeper and greedier.

It was comfortable and calm in his arms.

He was your everything.

"Oh, right, honey. Come on, let me get up." Sebastian suddenly said and gently lowered you out of his arms. Rising to his feet, he held out his hand to you, helping you to get up too.

"W-what's the matter, Seb?..." you asked, not understanding and a little scared, and looked at your boyfriend.

The sun has almost completely disappeared below the horizon, flooding the sky with golden, orange and pink shades. The atmosphere was saturated with anticipation, as if nature itself had planned to create the most enchanting evening in your life.

Sebastian's voice trembled slightly as he began to speak, drawing your attention. He got down on one knee in front of her, and their eyes met. He looked at her with special tenderness, and she was ready to cry right now.

With every word he poured out his heart, his voice filled with vulnerability and love.

"Oh no no no, please don't cry from the very beginning, I've been planning this moment for a very long time and you cry with happiness only at the end and in one of the best scenarios."

Sebastian hastened to say and took a velvet box out of his pocket. He twisted it in his hands and tried to collect his thoughts and remember the speech he had prepared the day before.

You could only nod and put your hands to your mouth, trying to restrain your emotions. The love of your life seems to be proposing to you right now.

"y/n, from the moment I met you, my life has completely changed. I didn't know that I would love someone so much." Sebastian began in an even but emotional voice. "You have been my rock, my confidant and my greatest support. I can't imagine my life without you by my side."

Your breath caught in your throat as Sebastian continued, his voice growing more fervent with every word. "You make me better. Every day you inspire me to reach new heights and enjoy the beauty of life. I am constantly amazed by your strength, your kindness and your unwavering love."

His hands trembled slightly as he opened it, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. When the sunlight caught the shining gemstone, it seemed to reflect the brilliance in their eyes.

"My beloved, you make me the happiest person on earth. Oooh. it's harder than I thought. But. Will you marry me?" muttered Sebastian, his voice filled with anticipation, love and vulnerability. A part of his soul was afraid of being rejected. What if you're not ready for such a serious step in their relationship yet?

When you heard the cherished words, you could no longer restrain yourself and burst into tears. Tears of immeasurable happiness flowed down your face when you passionately nodded your head and managed to whisper soulfully: "Yes, Sebastian. Yes!"

At that moment, time stopped, the world around them receded into the background when he heard her consent. Sebastian put the ring on the trembling finger of his future wife, and his heart beat with a radiant joy that he had never experienced before.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Steve hugged himself and leaned over the toilet. He let out another gag, but nothing came out. It's okay. Everything is okay.

"Harrington. Is that you in there?"

Shit. Jonathan Byers. Steve stood up, but the pain his stomach sent him back over the bowl. "Get out of here, Byers."

"What happened? You get beat up?" When he didn't get an answer, Jonathan headed to the stall door and knocked. "You're not going to die in there, are you?"

Steve wishes the other teen would just go away. He wouldn't understand, even if he told him. "Just leave, Jonathan."

"Open the stall door," the other boy demanded.

Steve didn't try to argue. The pain was getting to him. He opened the door and Jonathan saw Steve's pale, sweaty face and the bloody tissues in the toilet. But there were no wounds visible.

Jonathan has a moment of realization and he opened his satchel quickly. "Oh my fucking god, Steve, why didn't you just tell me?" he huffed as he pulled out a small container of Ibuprofen. "These will help with the cramps. Do you need any pads? I have ext-"

Steve took the pills. "How are you so normal about this. And why do you have pads? And don't you hate me? We're known to be enemies."

Jonathan handed him a small stack of pads from his bag. "I guess we're just more similar then you'd like. You always bully me for being queer, and yeah, it's true. I am. I was born a girl."

"Me too," is all Steve could say. He puts the pads that the bottom of his backpack and takes the pills with water. "Thanks."

"It's no problem, really. If you want, we could ditch the rest of class,"Jonathan offered. "I know how cramps are," he said with a shrug.

Steve stared at him. "Yeah, sure."

And they ended up talking until the bell rang. They talked about Steve's god-awful music and Jonathan's excitement for the newest The Cure album. And they talked and talked and talked.

Maybe we don't have to be enemies, Steve thought when he exited the bathroom that day.

[scara-hater]

His cure Kuni/wanderer x Reader

warnings: angst and comfort? (I can’t write), him being emo, I never proofread, Kuni ooc cuz I’m goofy like that.

Kunikuzushi faced hardships in what could be considered his “youthful days.” it seemed everything he loved, must decay as if he is a deathly toxin with no cure. An unlovable mass with no purpose but to harm those with so much as a graze of the shoulder.

He was the problem and he certainly believed that. Growing into a Wrath filled Fatui Harbinger, blood stained hands and nowhere to call his own. So why is it that throughout knowing all that, you stayed? How could you love him so unconditionally knowing his past actions? You must be unhinged he thought.

Since he was ‘born’ he found comfort in smaller places, as if to comfort himself in a makeshift hug. So he sits under a decorative table in the corner. Alone in this house you both call home, while he sits. knees to his chest and his head down, he’s silent.

Nothing but the clock you gifted him can be heard. An awful gift in his opinion, a worn down coo-coo clock with a one eyed half beaked bird. You insisted because it was hilariously bad. And while he threatens to throw it away, that memory of how his human can be so stupid is one he’ll never rid of.

He loves you, oh god does he love you. More than he can express, do you love him the same? That’s where he shuffles into the smallest form he can, head squished in his knees, looking at his feet. What if you leave because he hurts you as he once was.

He betrays you, poisons you and it envelopes your body and drives you to go mad.

What if-

“Kuni! I’m home! today I found a huuuuge patch of flowers in this opening in the forest- kuni?” You came home, but the silence in the house is different. Thus began the search for your beloved.

And he heard you, of course he did, he just can’t.

Kunikuzushi was scared.

It doesn’t take long to find him as you walk down into the hall. Spotting his feet just under the piece of furniture. Carefully, you walk toward him, “dear? Are you okay?”

No. He’s scared you’re going to see him for what others do.

He wanted to tell you everything, everything on his mind, truly, but he just couldn’t. So he said nothing at all.

Even so, you crouched to meet the small frame, hesitantly reaching to place your hand on his head. And as you sweetly ran your fingers through the soft strands , you speak, “There’s no need to tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours right now, I understand you may need space.” “I love you, so when you feel ready you can sit with me in the bedroom if you would like to talk, okay?”

You see he’s in distress, and in comfortable silence continue to pet the indigo hair in front of you. Stretching out your body to give him a kiss on his head before you get up.

“Please.” It’s quiet, but you hear it. looking down to your lover as you watch him come out of the tiny space, he stands and holds the hem of your sleeve, “Please don’t leave, no matter what, promise?” Just what was this boy thinking of before you got home? “Who put that idea in your head that I’m going to leave?” His head is down but you can see he’s holding back tears. “Kuni. Look at me.��� A slow raise, and his face is in view. Your look of concern was enough to break the barrier, tears streaming and his nose red, he must have been thinking about it for a long time. *Sigh* Bringing your hands to either side of his face, you hold him put to meet your gaze. And with careful gentleness you bring your lips to his, a fleeting moment, but one filled with all that you feel for him.

“You are so important to me, whether you want to accept that or not, my mind will not change.”

you see his face soften and take it as an opportunity to keep speaking, “Next time you feel this way, please let me know when you think the time is right.” You kiss his forehead and smile, a couple sniffles here and there, your little Kuni says three simple words “ I love you.” He tells you this often, but you see how much he means it in this moment. “I know, but I love you more.”

And for the first time in his all his years of living, he thinks he found his cure, his home.

[kyojurismo]

i don’t know how to do emergency requests. this is my first time asking for anything. if you’re not up for it, you don’t have to. could you maybe do a rengoku or tengen x reader with eczema? i have it really bad right now because of allergy season and it’s making me insecure.

again you don’t have to, thank you!

🩰

# kyojuro rengoku & tengen uzui

tags : gn!reader, eczema, r is insecure, crying (bc i’m dramatic i guess), general fluff !!

a/n : hello again ! i hope it comforted you a bit and make you feel better, i tried to focus on the comforting part because i feared i would say something that was um incorrect? well, yeah… anyway, i’m sending you a big hug <3

KYOJURO RENGOKU

let’s say that kyojuro at first thought it was some kind of curse (like oyakata-sama yknow) and that there was some strange ritual to make it go away

but then you explained to him, even though it made you feel a bit uncomfortable, scared of the possible judging stare you would end up receiving from him

but he did not!

we’re talking about kyojuro after all

he would help get you whatever kind of medication is needed, offering to go buy them himself <3

he knew how hard it is for you to walk around when it is even more evident

but he’s here to support you and shower you in love

he would kiss your forehead, reminding you that you’re beautiful nonetheless

he didn’t care, really. he just felt bad noticing that it made you uncomfortable and insecure

if he could, he would make it all disappear in a second

“i don’t feel like going out today, i’m sorry,” you whispered once, trying to cover yourself. “no problem at all, little flame! i totally understand!” he would smile at you, showing that it didn’t bothered him at all

you were grateful for kyojuro

because he wasn’t grossed out or anything, he hugged you and touched you with ease

he simply didn’t care

he loved you too much to let something like this get between you two

he thought that it was simply part of you, y’know? that’s you too, and he’s totally okay with it. he loved you for who you are, not for your appearance

kyojuro made sure to cuddle you 24/7 so you know that it’s not a problem for him, he really really really wished you could feel better about it <3

TENGEN UZUI

our boy tengen,

somehow thought the same as kyojuro in the beginning

he tried not to touch you that much because he thought it would hurt or make you uncomfortable

but after some time he became more touchy, that way you knew he didn’t found you gross

literally pleaded shinobu to find a cure, but oh well

“at least find something to make them feel better!”

he wouldn’t force you to go out if you didn’t feel like it

but would make sure to be your giant teddy bear, hugging and kissing and reminding how much he loved you

man he would be so lovely

“you’re so beautiful today, i wonder how i got so lucky to be with you,” like 🥹

stop right now, tengen would fight whoever starts messing with you

i’m not kidding, whether be it with words or with his hands, he wouldn’t let anything slide

you literally cry because he’s too much

well, you probably cried because you thought he deserved someone with perfect skin too

but he did his best to demonstrate that he wanted you and that he didn’t care about it

hugging you 24/7 because man is clingy af and can’t let you go

i don’t make the rules

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[jkoningen]

“You’re making this really hard…”

[Spencer Reid x GN!Reader]

Summary: you’ve been trying to avoid Reid all day and protect yourself from your feelings, but you can’t hold back anymore.

-- short and sweet, just like you ;))

“Can you just leave me alone for a moment?” You sighed heavily to Reid, who was bothering you unintentionally. He quirked his eyebrows at you, a frown appearing on his lips.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He followed you out the main doors and down the hall, away from everyone.

He didn’t do anything wrong. He’s perfect. You’re in love with him; that's the problem. He’s beautiful, too intelligent for his well-being, and has the biggest heart. You just thought you could never meet his requirements for a love interest.

“Spencer, please.” You stopped and turned to face him, also spread on your lips. You and Reid stared at one another, falling into a trance in each other’s eyes. He stepped closer, now only a few inches apart from you.

“(Y/N), please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?” He crossed his brows again, placing his hands on your shoulder, rubbing gently with his thumbs, something he did that would make you fall in love with him every time he did so. Your chest started to hurt, and holding back your feelings wasn’t something you were used to.

“You’re making this really hard….” you chuckled softly, turning your gaze away from his for a moment, then back to his gaze, and he was so confused. “Spencer, I’m in love with you.”

This time, Reid’s hands fell to his side, and his jaw dropped. You didn’t know what to expect, and you didn’t think this would be a reaction. Was it good? Was it bad? You couldn’t tell, so you continued. “I think you’re the most precious human being there is. You’ve been through so much, but you’re still here, strong as ever. You make me want to become a better, stronger person. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you, and I can’t stop thinking about-”

Suddenly you were cut short by a pair of lips, lips that were Reid’s. He placed his hands on your cheeks, and his eyes closed. You slowly shut your eyes and set your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and he did the same. Soon, you both pull away with smiles written on your lips.

“I’ve never been happier to hear such words from someone like you. I’ve been in love with you since you walked into the BAU. You caught my eye immediately, and I can't stop thinking about you.” You could believe what he was saying; your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. You could feel your face becoming red hot. “(Y/N), will you be mine?”

“Yes!” You couldn’t be happier. You wrapped your arms around Reid’s shoulders and hugged him tightly, and he did the same as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You both held each other close with huge smiles, embracing and curing anything that may come your way.

I am worthy of a wonderful life with this amazing man.