#blanket above my head and falling asleep like there’s absolutely no way around it

[thatdammchickennugget]

hello my lovely flower can I request a cozy fluffy request with the mauraders and a reader cow animagus 🐮🥹🌸 about how they fall asleep in the meadows and the they subtly watches over to make sure no harm comes to her - lmfao this is so random so spin it how you want 💛

Full Moos and Quiet Fields

pairing -remus lupin x fem!reader

warnings - animagus!reader, can be read as romantic or platonic, fluff

wordcount - 656

a/n - omg I completely forgot about this and got reminded how this idea happened in the first place 💀 thanks for the request, this was so cute and fun to write. did it for remmy, hope that's okay 💕I love you my favourite flower💕absolutely love that moodboard btw I am obsessed with little highland cows!!

The wind rustled gently through the tall grass, and the meadow seemed to hum with the quiet comfort of early afternoon. Remus walked beside you, his shoulders hunched, the full moon just days away and already pressing down on him like a weight. His face, usually marked by a quiet indifference or a sarcastic smirk, now bore only the signs of exhaustion. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, and his hands trembled slightly as he held his robe tighter around his thin frame.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” he muttered, his voice a little rough, a little tired. “You don’t have to keep doing this. I’ll be fine.”

You turned to him, a soft smile playing on your lips, though you knew he wasn’t looking at you, too wrapped in his own haze of fatigue. "You're never a bother, Rem. Besides, we both know you sleep better out here. I like it too."

His tired eyes flickered with something close to gratitude, though he didn’t say anything more. The meadow lay just ahead, its rolling hills and soft patches of wildflowers bathed in golden sunlight. It was hidden away on the far edge of the Hogwarts grounds, a place you had stumbled upon together months ago, and since then, it had become your little sanctuary.

As you reached the heart of the meadow, you kicked off your shoes and stretched your arms toward the sky, the warmth of the sun sinking into your skin. Remus stopped beside you, leaning heavily against a tree, watching as you took a few steps forward into the tall grass.

“Ready?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

He gave a weary nod, and with that, you closed your eyes, feeling the familiar warmth and pull of your Animagus transformation. There was always something peaceful about shifting into your other form—your small highland cow body was soft and sturdy, a contrast to the fragile human shape you left behind. As your hooves touched the earth, a sense of calm spread through you.

You lowered yourself into the grass, the blades tickling your fur as you lay down, your large, gentle eyes flicking over to where Remus stood. For a moment, he hesitated, his lips pulling into a rueful smile. But then, as he had so many times before, he walked toward you and collapsed into your side, his head resting against your thick, woolly neck.

The tension in his body seemed to melt away as soon as he touched you. You felt him sigh, deeply, a sound that carried with it days' worth of worry and pain. His hand came up to rest in your fur, his fingers weakly gripping at the thick coat, grounding him as he pressed closer, seeking your warmth.

You shifted slightly, making sure he was comfortable, and then settled in, your own body soaking in the sunlight. The warmth seeped into both of you, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing in time with his slowing one. Remus drifted off to sleep almost immediately, his exhaustion so deep it pulled him under within minutes.

Your ears flicked lazily as you stared out over the meadow, watching the wind play with the tall grass, the birds darting through the sky above. Peace settled around you like a blanket, the world narrowed down to just the two of you in this little patch of serenity. You could feel Remus’s breath, steady now, against your side, his body entirely at ease in a way it rarely was.

Here, in your animagus form, you could watch over him without the worry of breaking the fragile moment. You were his silent protector, a sturdy presence in the quiet moments before the storm of the full moon came crashing in. He needed this—this stillness, this safety. And as you lay there in the grass, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun, you couldn’t think of anywhere else you'd rather be.

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𖥔 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𖥔

summary ; steve comes home to find you more than just asleep

pairing ; steve harrington x girlfriend!reader

notes ; female oral seggs, slightly pervy steve, kinda exhibitionism, somnophilia. let me know if i forgot any !

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the air was sticky, cascading a blanket of humidity over your body. a light sheen of sweat present on your now dewy skin. it was hot — too hot for your liking — and you cursed your shitty old air conditioner for breaking at the hottest time of the year.

given your losses, it was enough to warrant your desire of wearing absolutely nothing while having to spend the day cleaning your small apartment. you weren't sure how you had let things get so far behind, but with multiple loads of washing and a kitchen sink filled with dishes, you weren't about to slug yourself around and torture yourself with unnecessary layers of clothing.

you danced around the kitchen, twirling on the tips of your toes as you placed dishes into their designated spots. sticking the occasional finger up at the broken air conditioner for damning you to endure such insufferable temperatures, and for making steve take on more shifts at work so that you could afford to fix it.

after hours of cleaning, the warmth finally starts to take its toll, tiring you out until you couldn't possibly stand on your feet any longer. you seek refuge in the bedroom, falling into a heap on the bed where your book from this morning still laid.

the sheets are soft against your bareness, fitting into every curve and crevice. the window above your bed is open, letting in small gusts of summer as you slowly flip through the pages once more. but not even the words of your favourite author could keep you awake, and your eyes begin to flitter closed.

it's not until the late afternoon that steve finally ventures home from the video store, climbing the staircase in the building and letting out an exasperated sigh when he reaches the door to your apartment. his fingers are tired from constantly prying open video covers and sifting through tapes to scan — all he wants is to see your face.

his shoulders fall when he enters, expecting you to be sitting in the lounge reading a book or baking away in the kitchen like you always were — you loved to surprise him with new recipes — but you weren't doing either of those things.

he's surprised by the silence, and even more so when he makes his way to the bedroom and sees you in bed. the furrow in his brow quickly dissipates, and breath catches in the back of his throat. your face is all cute and puffy as you sleep, lips swollen and cheek squished against your book, but he's mostly surprised by the view he had been granted the second he walked in the door.

another gust of warmth dances across your body, causing your nipples to taut. it was a new sensation, one that you seemed to like, as you stir from your sleep, tossing and turning to get more comfortable atop the sheets. spreading your legs open for some sort of relief while also giving steve the perfect view of your flower as he stands at the foot of the bed. he swallows hard now, his jaw tensing as a heat begins to build up inside his pants, his member straining against the compact of his jeans.

there was nothing steve loved more than the sight of you opening up for him, showing off your velvety centre and letting him bury his head between your thighs. he loved the sight of you — the taste of you on his tongue — and as he stood there watching as you had unintentionally given him the thing he desired the most, he couldn't not think about how you tasted in that moment.

slowly, he slips off his shoes, unbuckles his belt and lets his jeans fall to the floor in a heap, giving his shaft some release as a growl forms in the back of his throat. his family video vest and polo shirt following suit, and with careful motions, he crawls across the bed towards your middle.

he wanted, no needed, you on his tongue now.

he moves forward enough to wrap his hands around the underside of your thighs, large fingers holding them apart in case you felt the urge to close them on him. then, taking in the sight of your beautiful sleeping face once more, knowing how much you were going to love his little wake-up, and with a smirk splayed across his lips, he slowly swipes his tongue across your goodness.

he revels in the taste of you. sweet on his tongue and already slightly wet. you must've been having a good dream.

it takes you a moment, slowly stirring from your sleep, grasping at the sheets around your head while steve laps up your taste. he begins to move his tongue at a faster pace now, making sure to get you nice and wet before starting on your sweet little bundle of nerves.

the instant contact sends a rush of goosebumps across your skin and sets you alight with ecstasy, a whimper leaving your lips as you finally come to. your chest is heaving, rising and falling so dramatically that it takes you a moment to collect yourself.

"w-when did you get home?" you ask between heavy pants, a moan escaping you at the end when he hits your most sensitive spot.

he pulls his tongue away momentarily and you instantly regret asking the question, wanting his touch back on you. his hair tickles your thighs as he moves to press a chaste kiss on your lips, letting you get a small taste of yourself, "a few minutes ago. i couldn't resist..." he smirks before delving right back into your sweetness, this time with the help of this thumb on your clit as he works magic on your core.

"well, i'm glad you couldn't - fuck, stevie." you cut yourself off, the pleasure consuming your every last thought.

steve rubs small circles on the nub, as he tongue-fucks your hole, insatiable moans leaving you. your back arches, hips jutting, and fingers snaking through his hair, gripping onto the loose chocolatey curls as he pushes you closer to your high.

“fuck, right there,” you cry as the pressure grows, a pulsing inside daring to break free.

you can feel the ball inside your stomach, a coil begging to snap, as your hips jut into steve’s face once more. hands now grabbing at the sheets, the pillows, anything to help you ride it out. “god, you’re so fucking beautiful.” steve mumbles, his big brown eyes staring up at you through his lashes and dishevelled hair.

it’s then that the orgasm hits, crashing down over you like a wave as you hold his gaze. he doesn't take his eyes away for so much as a second. he watches you intently, thumb still working you as his tongue licks up your slick. the only sound in your otherwise quiet apartment is the mixture of moans and curses leaving your lips.

steve doesn't stop, wanting you to get the most out of your orgasm, as he takes in the sight of your shaking body. your eyes now rolling into the back of your head as your mouth forms the most perfect 'o' shape. it was a sight he would never get sick of, one that would continue to consume his every thought for as long as he lived.

as your high comes to an end, steve can feel you pulsating on his tongue and presses a soft kiss to you before eventually pulling away. a roguish grin immediately takes hold as he moves to lay with you, slumping down on the sheets.

still breathless, you pant, "that was the best wake-up i've ever had."

"maybe you should be naked when i come home more often," he chuckles softly, brushing the hair from his forehead.

turning to him, a smile present on your lips, you say, "maybe i should."

[tkaulitzlvr]

hii, hope you’re doing well :) love your stories <3

ofc you absolutely don’t have to write this one if you don’t want to!

just had a lil thought of some form of enemies to lovers with tom (2009-11) where reader travels with the band on tour & etc & one night while they stay at a hotel somewhere reader is in the pool at night (in like a bikini or some form of swimwear) for like a midnight swim but at some point tom gets in as-well & it’s just them (they can have some bickering or whatever) but it would eventually result in them doing it in the pool 🤭

again you don’t have to do this one if you don’t want to buy i just thought i would ask :)

ty for reading!!

LATE NIGHT - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you and tom had never got on well, some unresolved tension meaning the two of you always clashed. so, when you decide to go for a late night swim alone, what will happen when tom has the exact same idea?

content: angst & smut

a/n: omggg this might be my fav request i’ve ever gotten so thank u sm anon, literally screamed when it came thru this whole scenario is so perfect, as u can imagine i enjoyed every second of writing this, hope u enjoy!!

the night is warm, this totally expected for august in southern spain, where tokio hotel were for this part of their world tour. adjusting to the different climates that i experience around the world is something i am yet to get used to, even after coming with the band since they had started accumulating the fans to warrant travelling from country to country to perform. one day, i would be in somewhere in russia, completely submerged in blankets and still cold, then the next, i would be met with the sweltering warmth of southern europe, overheating despite my clear lack of clothing, only my bra and panties covering me. but tonight, the heat was unbearable, my body sweating no matter what position i tried to fall asleep in.

the rhythmic ticking of the small clock situated on the wall in front of me didn’t help - the sound seeming to get louder each time, the time that it displays reminding me that i should be sleeping. but, i know that it isn’t going to happen anytime soon, sitting up frustratedly with a loud sigh.

i stand up, walking toward the large glass doors leading to my balcony, pushing one open slightly so that i can squeeze through. it is even hotter outside, my body being hit by an intense surge of heat as i step onto the balcony, nearing the edge. my arms rest on the railing, eyes taking in the view in front of me - thousands of lights in each direction from the city ahead. however this doesn’t catch my attention as my eyes fall to the large pool below, a decent sized jacuzzi built into it. it is empty, the body of water completely still, small lights around it’s exterior giving away its tranquility. it could cool me down - there’s no way i’m falling asleep with my body this hot.

my feet turn on their heels, stepping back inside my room, closing the glass door behind me as i head to the small walk in closet in the corner. my hands fumble around, fingers finally touching the small bikini that i am looking for. i take it out, stripping from my clothes, before slipping on the skimpy red bikini, tying my hair in a loose bun. i take a towel from the bathroom, sliding on the first pair of sandals i see, before quietly exiting my hotel room and walking to the elevator, entering it as it is expectedly empty.

the elevator doors slide open as i am met with the empty lobby, the receptionist being the only person in sight. i give her a small nod, walking outside to the pool area. as i near closer, i sigh in relief, seeing that it is still empty, placing my towel on a random lounger. i slide my shoes off beside it, walking towards the pool. testing the temperature, i dip my toes in, shivering slightly at the coldness, the feeling relieving me as i already feel myself cool down. deciding that it is fine to get in, i allow my whole body to slip into the water, my head staying above as i begin to swim over to the shallow end, finally stopping once i reach the edge.

my eyes glance over to the jacuzzi just a few metres away, contemplating whether it would be a better option than the pool. it would certainly make me sleepier, and, reminding myself of how late it is, i decide to get in, quickly stepping out of the pool and climbing into the jacuzzi. the water is much warmer, bubbles emerging from beneath as i take a seat, my entire body relaxing. i feel myself becoming tired as i spread out, laying my head backwards and resting it on the edge. my eyes gaze aimlessly at the stars above, feeling completely content, the water removing any tension in my body as i continue to watch the sky.

but, it only takes a few minutes for my head to whip upwards, becoming quickly alert as i hear footsteps nearing the pool, wondering who else would want to be here this late into the night.

i squint a little, trying to make out the silhouette , an audible groan escaping my lips once it enters the light, letting me work out who it is. broad shoulders, slim yet muscular frame, lips adorned with a single metal piercing - i could recognise him from anywhere. the familiar jet black braids move toward me, a confused expression taking over his face once he spots me.

“the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, setting his towel down and pulling his t-shirt off, revealing his perfectly formed abs, muscles in his biceps flexing as he does so. he was hot, but i hated him, his attractiveness only making me despise him more. after my gaze lingers on his torso for a couple seconds, i look upwards, seeing that he is still focused on me, waiting for a response as he walks towards the jacuzzi.

i roll my eyes, beginning to get up, not willing to engage in any conversation with him right now, especially one in which no one else is involved, the atmosphere already tense.

“doesn’t matter. i’ll go.” i say, standing up, water dripping from my body. his eyes scan my figure, tongue poking from his lips slightly as he messes with his lip piercing, drinking in every curve, my boobs admittedly almost spilling out of my bikini top. yet i didn’t care when i had put it on, not expecting to see anyone else at the pool, let alone tom. his eyes still glued to my cleavage, i scoff, putting one foot out of the jacuzzi.

“my eyes are up here, perv.” i remark as he finally removes his gaze from my chest, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“don’t flatter yourself sweetheart.” he states, stepping into the jacuzzi, sitting down as the water covers most of his body, the top of his chest still on show. he stretches his arms out to the side of him, resting them on the edge, tilting his head to the side before continuing. “why are you leaving?”

“cause i know you’ll piss me off. you already are.” i respond, standing beside the water, preparing to walk away.

“really? don’t be so dramatic. get in.” he says, lifting one hand up and motioning to the empty space in the jacuzzi opposite him, his eyes not leaving mine.

“i’ll pass. have fun tom.” i say sarcastically, finding my towel on the lounger, wrapping it around my small frame, now shivering from the lack of warmth the water had brought me.

“you know, to say you’re the most stubborn person i know.” he starts, his tongue running across his bottom lip. “you’re leaving pretty fast. how come you’re letting me win so easily?”

i stop in my tracks, turning around to face him, wondering why he is so eager for me to stay.

“why do you care?” i question, my expression turning sour.

“i don’t.” he shrugs. “just don’t understand why you’re in a rush to leave. you’re not scared of me, are you?”

i scoff at his question, noting the way he is trying to get under my skin, and, much to my frustration, it is working. i know that if i leave, that means i have let him win. and, he is right. i am stubborn. it is this fact that prompts me to turn around, throwing the towel off of my body as i walk towards the jacuzzi, hesitantly getting back into it as a satisfied grin spreads across tom’s face.

“scared my ass.” i mutter, shaking my head as i fold my arms, irritated by his ability to anger me from the smallest of words.

“hm? sorry, didn’t catch that. you gotta speak up.” he taunts, tilting his head as he raises his eyebrows, a knowing smirk tugging on his lips. he stretches his arms out further as they rest against the stone decorating the edge of the water, adjusting his position and getting comfy, awaiting my response.

“just shut up. jesus fucking christ.” i scold, facing away from him, tempted to get up and leave once again. but i can’t give him that satisfaction, so i stay put, a tense silence between us as he surprisingly listens to me.

my body jolts upwards in shock, feeling his foot brush against mine from underneath the water as he sinks further into it. i make eye contact, scowling at him as he holds his hands up in defense.

“sorry.” he mumbles, his body slowly drifting closer towards mine. i ignore it, letting my head fall backwards, attempting to relax, figuring that if i am stuck here with him, i may as well try to make the experience as comfortable as it can be.

but the second his leg brushes against mine, with too much force to be unintentional, it is clear that his previous movement was definitely not an accident. i look at him, seeing that he has moved much closer, now to the left of me, instead of directly opposite me as he previously was. i stay quiet, trying to pay no attention to his presence despite the noticeable feeling of his eyes burning into my figure.

“red looks good on you.” he says into the silence, my eyebrows furrowing in disbelief, unable to fall for his attempt at complimenting me.

“what?” i ask, now turning to face him, his eyes dark.

“you know what i said.” he states confidently, gaze never leaving mine as his teeth momentarily sink into his bottom lip.

his body inches closer to mine as my own is frozen in place, unable to move or even comprehend what is happening. his finger grazes the knot of my costume from beneath the water, slipping underneath the material briefly before playing with the hem of my bikini bottoms, my hips jolting a little at his touch. he smirks at my reaction, removing his fingers and watching the way my face drops, partly in disappointment.

he sees the desperation in my eyes, dipping his head downwards so that his lips are just below my ear.

“you know you don’t hate me at much as you let out.” he whispers, his breath tickling my neck as i feel him smile against it, goosebumps beginning to form over the skin.

my mouth parts open, no sound escaping from it as my chest rises and falls at a faster pace, completely flustered by his words. he can clearly see this, humming lowly as his face remains inches away from my neck, his slow breathing fanning over it.

“in fact…” he begins, his lips brushing over the skin as he dips his head further downwards. “i don’t think you hate me at all, do you?”

i say nothing, breath hitching once his lips finally make contact with my neck, planting slow, open-mouthed kisses over it. my hands find the back of his head, fingers playing with his dreads as i push him further into me, his kisses become sloppy, his teeth grazing over the skin.

“knew you always had something for me, sweetheart.” he teases, hands grabbing the flesh of my thighs as he uses them to guide my body, placing me on his lap. my chest is now out of the water, lower half completely submerged as it sits on top of him, faces inches apart.

he takes my lack of response as an invitation to continue, attaching his lips to mine in a rough and sloppy kiss. i waste no time in kissing back, overcome with an unforeseen desperation, my hatred for him fuelling desire from within me that had never been ignited - not like this. but i used my anger towards him, keeping it as a motive to kiss him harder, pressing my lips harsher into his. he groans into my mouth, his hands finding my ass as he kneads the flesh, using it to push my hips against his, my lips faltering against him.

the heat around me from the warmth of the night is now nothing compared to the one spreading between my legs, my need for tom only growing as i begin to create my own slow rhythm on his lap, grinding so that his clothed dick, which i can feel hardening beneath me, hits my clit perfectly.

my head falls backwards, unable to kiss back as my hips continue to work against his. his lips find my chest, biting and sucking on the parts of my breasts exposed, my nipples hardening under the fabric of my bikini. he sees this, his fingers running over them as i shudder. his hands reach to undo the knot holding my bikini in place, about to tug on it before i protest.

“you can’t…” i breathe out, not slowing my movements. “someone could see.”

“but they won’t.” he states, keeping his head against my chest, hands staying on my back. “you just have to stay close to me, yeah?”

he tugs on the material, watching as the top half of my bikini falls off, revealing my chest to him. a smirk spreads across his face as he takes it all in, hands cupping my boobs as he squeezes them a little, a low whine falling from my lips in response.

“so fucking hot.” he breathes out, detaching his hands from my breasts, moving them to my back and pulling my chest so it is flush against his. “see? no one but me gets to see. exactly how it should be.”

he whispers the last part as i roll my eyes, becoming visibly impatient. he picks up on this, bucking his hips as i rest my hands on his chest, lifting myself off of him as he takes off his trunks, letting them rest at his knees, not bothering to remove them fully. he moves my panties to the side, the water rushing to my heat as i shudder a little.

he strokes himself a few times, positioning himself at my entrance. “you sure?”

his hands rest on my lower back, looking upwards at me, his expression strangely concerned, my consent mattering to him way more than i had first anticipated. i nod my head, letting out a confident ‘yes’.

that is enough for him as he slowly pushes inside of me, the water giving a foreign feeling as my thighs clench. he lets out a long groan, watching the way my mouth falls open, eyes screwing shut. i feel his tip bottom out inside of me, my walls stretched out further than they ever had been, none of the guys that i had been with being as big as tom. though the discomfort soon subsides, my face twisting in pressure as i nod slowly, giving him the green light as he begins to thrust upwards into me at a steady pace.

“where did the stubbornness go, hm?” he teases, knowing that my entire body is there for him to ruin, long past the point when i would argue with him. “thought i pissed you off, doesn’t look like it right now.”

i let out a loud moan, that the only sound i am able to make as he is hitting angles that have never been felt before, no one ever able to make me feel like this. hell, if i had known his dick was this good, i would’ve stopped hating him years ago. his tip brushes against my sensitive spot, my walls clenching around him as i squeeze my lips shut, trying to stay quiet as i silently remind myself of where we are - anyone able to catch us right now.

“you like that, huh?” he asks, repeatedly hitting the spot over and over as i bury my face into his shoulder, biting it roughly to keep the moans at bay, feeling them dangerously close in the back of my throat. “don’t hide those pretty moans, wanna hear them baby.”

his hands push me away from his shoulder, my head now upright as i can no longer contain my moans, letting them pour from my lips, tom nodding his head slowly.

desperate to reach my climax, i meet his thrusts, hips rotating in an attempt to increase the friction. this clearly has as much of an effect on tom as it does me, his head tilting backwards as he lets out a low groan.

“just like that baby. fuck- yeah, keep going.” he praises, this only fuelling my stamina, his thrusts becoming slow and weak as he lets me do most of the work.

the knot in my stomach tightens, so much that i know i cannot hold on any longer. tom’s hands squeeze my waist, fingers and nails digging in, the slight pain mixed with pleasure turning me on even more.

“getting close.” i manage to say, bringing my lips to messily collide with his, my movements sloppy and uneven. he kisses back, groaning into my mouth as he slips his tongue in. he starts thrusting upwards at a rapid pace, my ability to kiss back faltering as i feel him twitch inside of me.

“me too. cum with me, yeah?” he says against my lips, one harsh thrust into me all it takes for me to come undone, feeling him shoot his load into me. he moves in and out slowly, fucking it into me, his teeth firmly sinking into his lip as his eyebrows knit together. i collapse into his chest, breathing fast and shallow as my entire body shakes, his thrusts coming to a stop, yet he remains inside of me. his lips lazily kiss my shoulder, hands rubbing my back.

“why didn’t we do that sooner, hm?”

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[lokisrealpurpous]

cramps

loki x reader with endometriosis

warnings: mention of blood, mentions of periods, extremely bad period pain.

lokis fiancé has always struggled with her endometriosis, the pain leading her every month to passing out, throwing up or sometimes even in hospital and he dreaded knowing there was nothing he could do, but he finds a way.

this is for all my endometriosis girlies , as someone who has it themselves I wish it was spoke about more and that doctors didn't neglet it so much, getting forced to go on the pill and never given a remedy since 10yrs old is a horrible experience. My heart goes out to you all. If you'd like more like this, maybe small headshots of him looking after you in hospital or how he reacts when you faint, then please send requests or comment x

Loki's pov

I had arrived late from the mission I had so desperately been trying to get back from after seeing the 4 missed calls and 18 text messages left from my fiancé. I couldn't check the messages, being in a jet so high up there was only little WiFi, which was all being used by stark, so I sat in the back anxiously, merely muttering a word as i begged the trusted gods above me to keep her safe before I get to her.

I knocked gently before bursting into our bedroom, I was frantic and worried, adrenaline rushing through my veins before I stilled, seeing her lay on the bed, curled around a hot water bottle. Her face was flushed red, and her teeth were gritted. Her hair was a mess, and the blankets her tangled around her. The pill bottle on the side was empty, and the sickbowl on the other was not.

"heya dove..."

I whisper, slowly coming up beside the bed, pulling down some of the blanket that covered her pale but flustered face teasingly before sitting beside her, bringing her weak form in my arms and kissing her forehead.

"is it your cramps?"

I whisper again, running my hands through her knotted hair, untangling it gently.

She nods slowly against my chest, finally looking up at me so I could see her entire face. It was tearburnt and swollen.

"Oh darling..."

I take her face in my hands, rubbing her cheek softly with my thumb. I lift her up, bringing her further into my lap and wrapping my arms around her waist as they find her lower abdomen, I massage the area gently while kissing her neck.

"This good?"

I mumble and she nods again, leaning against my chest. I felt the guilt twist in my stomach that I wasn't able to get here earlier during her flare up, I was proud she managed to find her medication and get herself a sickness bowl, but the thought of her having to do all that while in absolute agony, then to be sick without me to hold her hair and rub her stomach, i never wanted to leave her side again.

"I was fine."

I hear her croak out.

"I don't always need my knight in shining armour my love, I know how to take care of myself."

I let a sigh of relief before kissing her neck, still massaging her lower stomach.

"I know princess, I just worry."

She chuckles, turning her head up to kiss my lips, then laying between my legs, her head resting on my chest, humming as I eased the tension in her belly.

It didn't take long for her fall asleep on top of me, and not long for myself either once switching off the crystal lamp beside us.

your pov 2:27am

I sat up, taking in the shadows of darkness that surrounded me as I reached across my lover's body to turn on the bedside lamp.

my hand flies to my mouth as I let out a groan of pain, not at all wanting to wake loki up, then slipping out of his embrace towards the bathroom until I realised the sheets and my brand new baby-pink nightgown.

'shit shit shit'

I mutter, stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, clutching onto my stomach as tears begin to well in my eyes.

I cover my mouth with both my hands now, pressing hard to stop the sobs escaping. The pain was unbearable as I held onto my dresser, my new gown and sheets were stained crimson, loki layed right next to the mess on our mattress, I had no medication left and I would not make it down the stairs to make myself a bottle.

wake him up.

I kept telling myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

Before I could act upon a single thought, however, a wave of nausea crashed over me as the pain stabbed at my stomach, feeling as if my uterus was collapsing in on itself. I desperately ran to the toilet, holding onto the seat and puking into the bowl. My stomach churned and tightened as I gagged.. another meal rising up my throat.

Every spiralling worry stopped when I felt his hands run through my hair, pulling it out my face and using the band that was in just in his hair to tie mine in a tight ponytail.

He knelt beside me, rubbing my back and whispering things I couldn't make sense of at the moment with the pain still cursing me.

"Loki..."

I sob, gagging over the toilet but not being sick.

He continued rubbing, kissing my head and making sure I'm sat comftable, I didn't even realise how he had put me in his lap.

"nghh.."

I groan, holding onto my stomach, my hands gripping and the area and pulling and pushing, I didn't know what I was doing but I just wanted the pain off... I couldn't bare it...

"Lokiiiiii"

I groan again, my voice strained in pain.

"P...please"

My voice cracks, tears spilling down my cheeks. Once he realised my scratching hands, he pulled them away slowly, replacing them with his own and massaging again.

I let out a whimper of pain.

"Shhh shh shh... trust me my darling, just relax"

He coos, rocking me side to side in his arms.

My eyes suddenly widen as I feel his palms heat up to the perfect temputure as he continues kneeding my skin.

I whine, leaning against him, the pain fading with every movement of his huge hands that now had mine wrapped around them. He dosent stop, just whispering words of affirmation in my ears and swaying me with himself as my eyes began to flutter shut, my body finally feeling at ease and calm.

"That's it..."

I hear him whisper as he lifts me in his arms, hands still on my belly..

"You're okay love, ive got you"

He says as he lies me in a bed, the sheets changed and fresh, and a new nightgown dressing my body with the flash of a small green light.

How he does it I will never know but I do know that him, and his mother's parenting, will always be there to guide me through terrible nights like this.

"I love you Lo..." I whisper as I feel my body sink into the mattress and a kiss on my lips, large arms wrapping around my waist.

"I love you more, my darling.."

He replies with another kiss, then turns the lamp off, keeping his hands on my abdomen throughout the early morning till dawn.

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

Out of Darkness - Chapter Nine: Deal - Alastor x human!fem!reader

Go to the table of contents. Hello! Sorry if this chapter is not very good. I got a bit lost while writing it and the last days were a bit rough, so I didn't get the chance to go through it again. This is also my second attempt at writing it. However, my boyfriend, who absolutely detests Alastor, said it was “actually good” so I’m hoping it’s decent. I hope you enjoy it! <3 Words: ~4200 TW: angst, mentions of blood and wounds, swearing

Muffled voices echoed in (y/n)’s ears as her body fought to wake up. Everything hurt: her body was on fire, feeling like thousands of knives pierced through her skin. Her head felt like it was about to explode as her eyes squinched in pain. The voices were still unclear, as painful static sounds would easily overcome the words.

Her eyes sting as she tried to open them, thankful that there wasn’t any light in the room she was in. It took a few seconds for her vision to become somewhat clear, as she was looking around the room, scanning it.

The bedroom looked fine as if nothing really happened. She was covered with a blanket that smelled like flowers, a sign that it was freshly washed, exactly as everything that surrounded her – pillowcases, her pyjamas, even the room smelled clean.

(Y/n) tried to get up, but pain shot through her like a dagger, making her hiss and lay back, engulfing herself in the warmness of her bed. If everything was just a dream, why was she in this state? She couldn’t even remember what happened, but she knew it happened. It was weird. Just like when you jump in the middle of the night, knowing you had a nightmare, but can’t quite remember what it was.

As the voices became clearer, she started to recognize them. It was her parents, probably coming to check on her, but the third voice made a shiver run down her spine.

“Oh, don't worry about her! I'm sure she'll be good as new once she gets a proper sleep!" Alastor's muffled, cheerful voice filled the house.

She didn’t quite know why her body responded in such a way to his presence, but she knew he was dangerous. She knew he did something, but there was nothing that could make her remember right now.

"We can stay here for a few days if it would improve things..." she heard her mother's voice. She wanted to scream, hoping they might hear her, but her throat hurt. And then, what could they do against him? Something told her to stay still, to protect them for whatever he could do.

"Oh, no, no, dears... No need to bother! She's in good hands! You are welcome to come whenever you want, but please, trust me when I say I will make sure she's safe and sound!" Alastor assured them.

Shortly after, (Y/n) heard them leaving, the door getting locked behind them. A moment of painful silence made her heart stop, adrenaline rushing through her as she heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. She turned away from the door, burying her face into the pillows and pretending to sleep. Dream or reality, she wasn’t ready to face him.

Alastor slowly entered the room, his footsteps heavy and cautious as he approached the bed. Her heart was pounding in her chest, threatening to explode as she heard him sitting on the bed. He said nothing, but she knew he was watching her, feeling his smile radiating. It was too much, a tear falling from her eyes despite her best efforts to stay still and her breath started shaking.

Her heart sank when she felt his hand caressing her cheek, trying to wipe her tears, a low hum feeling the room.

He leaned in closer, his eyes tracing the contours of her face, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know you're awake, darling," he murmured. "You don't need to pretend to be asleep."

(Y/n) started sobbing, hiding her face in the pillow. "Please... don't hurt me..." she begged, her voice raspy and weak.

Alastor watched her as she sobbed, her voice pleading and weak. He leaned closer, his lips slowly touching the back of her neck, the sensation making her body shake. He smiled at her reaction. "Don't worry, dear," he said, his voice soft but firm. "I won't hurt you. That was never my intention."

He sighed at the sight of her ignoring him, his smile faltering, replaced by a frown. "Look at me," he instructed, his voice firmer now. It took her a while, but eventually, she slowly turned. Her eyes were red and puffy, her flushed cheeks stained with tears. Even though she was slightly relieved to be met with an appearance she once loved to wake up to, the reality was still terrifying. His eyes softened as he saw her face. Yet, he kept his calm demeanour, his smile still plastered on his face. "There you are, darling," he said, his voice softer now. He reached out, gently wiping away the last of her tears. "You shouldn't cry. It doesn't suit you."

(Y/n) analyzed him. It was him, after all… But something about it felt wrong. Like a dark aura engulfed him, making her stomach twist. The room was still dark, the only source of light being the little light that came from the living room. Her eyes fell on something shiny in his hands, her mind trying to understand what it was.

As the realization kicked in, she started shifting, trying to get away from him, but the pain stopped her from moving too much.

"Don't kill me please!" she pleaded, still trying to move away as the pain pierced through her.

"Doll," he said, his voice sharp, a firm grip on her arm stopping her attempts, "stop moving. You're only hurting yourself." He moved closer, his other hand gently grabbing her chin to force her to look at him. "And I'm not going to kill you," he said firmly, "I just need to change the bandages."

She calmed down, laying back on the bed, a satisfied grin on his face. Alastor gently unbuttoned her shirt, helping her take it off. A sense of nausea took over her as she watched the bloody bandages covering her entire upper body and one of her shoulders.

“Don’t worry, dear. It looks worse than it is, trust me.” Alastor assured her as he carefully took the bandages off. He took a moment to look at the wounds, inspecting them. They stopped bleeding, which was good, but he still had to take care of them and avoid an infection. A hospital was the last thing he would need now. Fortunately, he was skilled in taking care of wounds, as he would usually end up with a lot of them whenever one of his victims fought back.

With a wet cloth, he tried to clean the wound, a hiss of pain escaping her from time to time.

“Sorry, dear… It must be done…”  She looked at him, trying to find the words, but failing every time. “What is it?” he eventually asked.

“What… What did you tell them happened?” her voice almost a whisper.

Truth was, she still wasn’t sure if anything that happened was real. Maybe she was attacked or perhaps it was a side effect of a pill she took recently… She didn’t know, but she wanted to make him tell the truth.

"I assured them you'll be fine," he began, his voice calm. "That you needed rest."

"No..." she interrupted, her voice a bit louder. "What did you say happened?"

Alastor didn’t answer, as he reached for one of the bottles of medicine on the nightstand and poured a small amount onto a cotton pad. "This might hurt a bit, darling," he warned softly, his voice gentle. "Just try to stay still, alright?"

She wanted to protest, but a sudden pain made her jump, Alastor's hand quickly grabbing her, trying to make her stay still. "I know, I know... I'm sorry," he murmured. "Just hold on for a few moments more, alright? It'll be over soon."

It felt as if her whole chest and stomach were on fire, as the medicine dripped over the wounds. Without realizing it, she gripped his arm, her nails digging into it, trying to cope with the pain. He didn't wince, he didn't even flinch. Instead, he continued gently dabbing the medicine on her wounds, his other hand holding hers tightly, providing some comfort.

"You're doing great, darling," he murmured, his voice soft yet soothing. "Just breathe. It'll be over soon."

Alastor worked methodically, swiftly moving from one part of her body to another, each stroke of the medicine a reminder of the pain she must be feeling. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, her body becoming more and more still as the pain eased.

"All done," he said, his voice gentle and tender. Alastor took the fresh bandages and covered her wounds.

“You didn’t answer my question…” she whispered.

His expression darkened a bit, his voice firm and assertive. "I told them you were in a car accident," he began, his words slow and deliberate. "That you got hurt and needed time to recover."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But the car is fine?” she said, knowing that the last time she drove was a few days ago.

“I took care of it…”

Her brain started making connections. If this wasn’t the case, what really happened? She propped herself up in bed, taking her shirt back on. “Alastor… what happened?” she asked, watching him as he got up, putting the medicine back in the drawer.

“There are things you're not ready to know... For your own protection."

“For my own protection?” she repeated, a bit of anger biting at her. "This happened because you tried to "protect" me?!" she asked, gesturing at her body.

He clenched his jaw, his frustration mounting. He didn't want to yell back, to escalate the situation, but her accusation stung. He could feel his frustration mounting, his patience wearing thin.

She looked at him, her frustration growing with every second, as he gave her nothing. She knew this feeling. This happened to her before, back on that night at the club. She saw things, her reality distorting because of the drugs. But how could he let this happen? Did he do it?

She got up, walking through the pain that engulfed her body. She started packing her things, not wanting to spend another minute in that house.

"What are you doing, doll?" he asked, his voice strained as he took a step towards her.

"I know you did it! You drugged me or… God knows what you did and why. You did this!" she accused him, her mind racing to that night in the club, a night she hoped she would never get to live again.

Alastor couldn't help but chuckle, the irony of the situation was not lost on him. He could almost feel the gears turning in her head as she tried to deny the reality before her. It was both sad and amusing, in a twisted way.

"Doll, doll," he said, his voice a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "You really think it's all in your head? That everything that happened is a mere hallucination?"

She stormed past him, getting out of the bedroom, as Alastor quickly followed her, his long legs easily keeping up with her hasty movements. He reached out, grabbing her arm, trying to stop her.

"Wait a damned moment, darling," he said, his grip firm. "Where do you think you're going?"

She shook her hand away from his. "I am not staying here one more moment." (y/n) threatened and turned around to take her shoes on.

A cold shiver ran down her spine, as the lights in the room started flickering, the terrifying sound of bones crackling echoing in her ears.

“You are not going anywhere, dear.” A demonic voice, filled with static came from Alastor, as his shadow on the wall in front of her began contorting in horrible ways. The sudden change in the room was stark and disorienting, the shadows around them twisting, the air thick with static energy.

She slowly turned around, taken aback by the sight in front of her. That’s when all the memories rushed back to her: the demon who attacked her, Alastor’s fight with it and eventually… this. This monstrosity was supposed to be the man she was engaged to. That’s when it struck her: everything was real.

His eyes were dark, almost abyssal, his grin wider than ever. A hint of satisfaction played across his face as she realized the truth, the horror dawning on her.

"Now you see, doll," he said, his voice deep and chilling. "Now you understand who I truly am."

Her legs went numb, making her fall. As she attempted to crawl away, the shadows ensnared her limbs, their grip firm and unforgiving, holding her in place. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped her mouth, the terror silencing her. Alastor chuckled at her desperate attempts to escape, his demonic form towering over her.

"Nowhere to run, dear," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "You're mine now." (Y/n) forced her eyes shut, praying, a desperate attempt to be helped by some Divine force. Despite her efforts, the static from Alastor's form grew louder, drowning out her thoughts, and her whispers. The shadows continued to hold her tight, unyielding.

He chuckled again, his voice carrying a dark amusement. "Pray all you want, darling. There's no God here to save you now."

She clenched her teeth in pain, as the shadows dragged across her wounds. “Alastor, please… you’re hurting me!” she cried, hoping the Alastor she knew was still there.

Alastor’s eyes glinted with an unsettling amusement as he observed (Y/n)’s desperate pleas. The shadows around her twisted and writhed, their grip tightening with each attempt she made to escape. He savoured the fear in her eyes, relishing in the anguish that permeated the room. The static crackle of his demonic form pulsed rhythmically, an ominous symphony of torment.

Alastor's gaze shifted to the ring on her finger as if noticing it for the first time in the commotion. His expression softened a bit, the realization hitting him. The shadows around her loosened, but still held her, preventing her from trying to run away again, as Alastor knelt to look at her, concern flashing in his eyes as he saw the fresh blood seeping through the fabric of her clothes.

“What did I ever do to you to deserve this…?” she said between sobs, as torturous pain engulfed her body.

His demonic facade faltered for a moment as he watched her sob. A hint of regret flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly masked once again by his usual nonchalance. He reached out his hand towards her, but hesitated, his fingers hovering millimetres away from her skin.

"Darling, you don't understand..." he said, his voice cold but filled with what sounded like a hint of despair.

“Then fucking tell me already!” she shouted, hissing at the pain. “We were fine! We were perfect! Why are you doing this?”

Alastor let go of her, his form becoming somewhat more human. He knew it was a mistake. He knew she was going to be a problem the moment he saw her. He hated her. He hated that he grew fond of her… That he cared.

“They know now…” he whispered, his smile still on his face, but his eyes hid something else – despair, fear.

“Who are they?” she asked, massaging her wrists, trying to ease the pain the dark shadows caused her.

“Valentino knows… And so will the others… I tried to keep you away from this world, but everything is now gone.”

She looked at him, her mind trying to understand what was happening. “When would’ve you told me?” She asked, feeling betrayed because of his lies. “Was everything a lie?”

Alastor’s heart sank as he looked at her, the hurt in her eyes cutting through him like a dagger. He knew he had gone too far, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the truth, to risk losing her.

“I wanted to kill you… many times…” he admitted.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened at his confession, not really knowing what to do. She had nowhere to run, no one to save her.

“But I couldn’t…” he said, his head in his hands. “You… You were everything I never had or deserved… And I can’t let you leave now…”

The tension was heavy in the air as the confession hung between them. Alastor’s regret and desperation were palpable, and (Y/n) could feel the weight of his words sinking in.

“You can’t keep me here against my will…,” she said, trying not to sound too angry, but failed.

Alastor chuckled, looking up at her. “And what are you going to do?” he asked. “They will hunt you down, torture you, tear you apart limb by limb, my dear… Just to get to me…” he said, coming closer to her. She crawled back, until her back was against the door, keeping her in place.

“I am the only one who can protect you…” His voice became more demonic with every second, static becoming louder, as his eyes turned to radio dials. “How about a deal?”

“What… What deal?” she stuttered.

Alastor leaned forward, his face only inches away from her face. “Stay with me here, and I promise, no harm will ever come to you… You will have everything you could ever want or need…” he said.

His eyes moved to the ring on her finger, which was now glowing a green light. “But in return… I own you…”

In a matter of seconds, Alastor's form returned to normal, his eyes fixing on the ring on her finger. The shadows around them slowly dissipated, giving her more space.

"So... What do you say, darling?" he asked, his smile widening. Out of thin air, a contract appeared in front of her, engulfed by green flames.

“I-“ she started, his eyes widening in anticipation. “I want to read it first.”

He chuckled at her demand. “Ah, always the attentive one, I see. Go ahead, darling.” He said and sat down on her couch, watching her.

As (Y/n) unfolded the parchment, the dim lights flickered, casting long shadows on the words. The contract wasn’t written in elaborate legalese but in a straightforward, almost casual tone that felt eerily fitting given the nature of its author. The ink seemed to shimmer slightly as if it were alive and aware of the gravity of the promises it contained.

Her eyes traced the neat, looping script, absorbing each clause with growing clarity. Alastor’s promises, as mentioned, were simple but potent:

The Radio Demon shall ensure the protection of (Full Name) from any situation or demon that may pose a fatal threat to her life.

The Radio Demon shall not be held responsible for minor injuries sustained by (Full Name) provided that such injuries do not endanger her life.

The Radio Demon shall not be liable for any illness affecting (Full name) that may jeopardize her life, nor for her death, unless directly attributable to his actions.

The Radio Demon is expressly prohibited from causing physical harm to the other party for the duration of this contract.

The Radio Demon shall ensure the safety of [Full Name]'s family with the same level of care and protection as is afforded to [Full Name].

The additional assurance that her family would be shielded from these monsters was reassuring. The commitments she was required to make were also equally clear.

[Full Name] shall obey every command issued by The Radio Demon without question or protest.

[Full Name] shall not disclose any information about The Radio Demon to any third party, except when expressly instructed to do so by The Radio Demon.

Both parties are expected to act with mutual loyalty throughout the duration of this agreement, maintaining their dynamic as it was prior to Valentino’s attack.

The demand for her complete devotion, both during her lifetime and beyond, was stark but unmistakable. It was a bond that extended into the afterlife, a tether that promised entanglement in every conceivable way.

“Wait… You expect me to act as we are… As if nothing happened?” she said, her tone hiding a hint of anger.

"Of course, darling," he said, his tone casually. "You will act as if nothing happened. "You will play your role perfectly.” His eye started glowing a bright red. "And besides, dear," he said, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. "Pretending nothing happened is your speciality. Isn't it?"

She frowned at him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Alastor chuckled again, a sly smile creeping across his lips. "Oh, dear. Don't play coy with me," he said. "We both know that you enjoy playing the role of the blissfully ignorant one." He leaned in, resting his elbows on his knees. "But I see through the act. I know what you suppress. The thoughts you push away in that pretty little head of yours."

Alastor leaned to the small table in front of him. He took a picture of them, the only one he ever accepted to be taken of him. "You're smart, dear... You think I don't know you figured something was wrong? With me? With my story? But did you run away? Did you tell anyone... no..."

(Y/n) looked at him, a look of shame on her face. He was right. She's always been thinking about this... About the whole story, about how weird it felt sometimes... But she knew she loved him and left everything be just a thought...

Alastor's smile turned into a satisfied smirk as he saw the shame on her face. "Ah, I see I've struck a nerve," he said, his tone mocking. "You've had your suspicions, haven't you? You knew something wasn't right. But you didn't want to face it. Because in the end... We're not so different, aren't we?"

"The same? We are not the same, Alastor!" (Y/n) protested.

Alastor raised an eyebrow at her outburst, his smile turning sinister. "Oh, but we are, doll," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "We are more alike than you care to admit. You may not want to acknowledge it, but I know your thoughts. I know your desires. We just wanted to feel normal, right? And I must admit... I kind of enjoyed it. And now… I give us both the chance to continue doing so. Keep reading, darling!” he demanded, his voice almost like a growl.

(Y/n) continued reading. The consequences of breaking the agreement were serious: If Alastor failed to uphold his end, the contract would be nullified until she decided whether to renew it and he would not be able to hurt her in any way after the end of the contract. If she breaks it, the demon had the right to inflict harm during the suspension of their agreement, a suspension that would last as long as he would want to.

"So... What is your decision, darling? Will you accept my deal?"

(Y/n)’s desperation grew with every moment, as she read it again and again, almost memorizing every word. Alastor's patience was wearing thin as the minutes ticked by without a response. His smirk turned from amused to annoyed, his claws almost ripping the material on the couch.

"Are you so deep in thought that you can't even give me an answer, dear? It's a simple question." He said, his voice growing more impatient with every word. “Yes or no?”

(Y/n) looked at him and got up, stumbling a bit, her legs still soft. “I want to modify something.” She said, her voice a bit more reassured.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, a hint of intrigue flickering in his eyes. "Oh, really now? And what is it that you want to modify, my dear?" he asked, his patience somewhat restored.

“You cannot force me to kill or harm others,” she insisted, her voice firm despite the fear. “Any such action must be my choice alone.”

Alastor let out a bemused chuckle. "Ah, a moral stance, how noble of you. You're truly one of a kind, darling," he said, his tone filled with sarcasm. "Of course, I will not force you to kill or harm someone else against your will.”

“And…” she continued. “You cannot forbid me to do something that I want to do if it doesn’t put me in danger.”

Alastor's smile widened even more as he nodded. "Oh, you're quite the negotiator, aren't you? Very well, I'll keep that in mind. Anything else, my dear?" He asked, his tone almost mocking.

She thought for a moment. "The clauses of the contract can be changed... if we both agree."

Alastor's eyebrow raised in surprise. "Oh? Changing the clauses, you say? You're a smart one, aren't you?" He chuckled. "Very well, we can amend the terms of the contract on mutual agreement. Though, I must admit, darling, you're pushing your luck a bit here."

Alastor extended his arm, green flames engulfing it. "So... Is this a deal?"

She looked at his arm, weighing her options as the green flames flickered in the dim light. She knew that she was at this monster's mercy, and accepting his deal meant submitting to his will. But the alternatives were far worse. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and reached out her hand, firmly grasping his.

"It's a deal."

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[illubean]

Hello! Could you write cuddling hcs for bucci gang?

Cuddling Headcanons

Characters: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Fugo Pannacotta, Giorno Giovanna, Trish Una Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

man I love the bucci gang so much :( I think p5 might be my fav even though the ending absolutely destroyed me

Warnings: none

Bruno Bucciarati

MOTHER

I think he likes the more traditional way of cuddling, you know face to face and stuff?

he likes to have one arm around your waist and the other stroking your hair (unless you're bald??)

if he's busy he doesn't mind having you in his lap while he works

one arm would be secured around your waist yet again while the other one writes away at whatever he's doing

if you fall asleep before he's finished, he would carry you to the bedroom and lay down with you

he kisses you on the forehead before apologizing for working so long :(

he tells you how much he loves you, even if you aren't awake to hear it

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio likes laying on your chest as a reminder you're still with him and that your heart is beating :((

he also likes it when you lay on his chest

he would hold you close and say something like "Hear that mia cara/mio caro? You will always be close to my heart"

IGBREOHGOHEO he's so D:

he likes to cuddle with you for comfort

this man has been through a lot, even though he's not big on pda in private he likes to be close to you as reassurance

(can you tell he's my personal fav)

Guido Mista

ah yes my favorite stinky man

first off make sure this guy showers before even thinking about cuddling with him unless you want to smell like man sweat

I think Mista likes cuddling any way he can rest a hand on your chest or ass

nothing inherently sexual, just a layer of extra affection

he likes being the big spoon so he can slip a hand in the front of your shirt

or when you lay on top of him so he can put his hands on your ass

he also likes being able to plant kisses on the top of your head

Narancia Ghirga

as previously stated in another piece, he's the biggest cuddle bug of the group

he likes laying in a position where he can wrap all his limbs around you like a sloth

or alternatively he lays sprawled out on top of you, giving you no means of escape

when he wants to cuddle he WILL get his cuddles

if you're busy, he doesn't care and will 100% come up to you and wrap himself around you

he would also whine about you not giving him enough attention

"c'monnn, forget the papers and come cuddle with me!"

he's not above sitting in your lap either

basically, when he's in a cuddly mood you're not getting rid of him <3

Fugo Pannacotta

another one who likes laying on your chest

or on your lap

he likes cuddling in a way where you can easily run your fingers through his hair

it's a nice way for him to cool down after something agitates him <3

he cuddles with you when he feels like he needs to relax

give him gentle head massages!!! it puts him at ease

you're his rock and he doesn't know what he'd do without you

Giorno Giovanna

honestly? it doesn't matter to him how you cuddle, as long as you're close to him

sometimes he needs a break from all the mafioso craziness, seeking you out for that break

it doesn't matter if you guys are laying on top of each other or simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, Giorno just enjoys having you present <3

I think he likes to hold hands while cuddling

it makes him feel grounded and he forgets about all the stress of being a newly initiated don

Trish Una

she likes to sit up cuddled next to you underneath a blanket

like the stereotypical way couples do when watching movies

she likes resting her head on your shoulder with one of your arms wrapped around her <33

she likes cuddling with you when she's sleepy, whether that be laying down together or sitting next to each other on the train

another one who likes holding hands

though she probably won't outright say it, she's grateful to be this close to you

it makes her feel protected in the midst of all the "boss' daughter" shenanigans

[pinguwrites]

Drabble: William fakes a PTSD nightmare

pairing | william killick x reader

Warnings: william being manipulative/possesive/controlling/kinda creepy, mention of PTSD trauma, implied to take place years after WWII, baby boy nickname, lowkey forgot how his house looks like

A/N: Ugh I've literally been so busy I can't believe I managed to get this out. I'm planning to get a long-length fic out but for now here's a drabble

The wind howled outside, sharp and loud, as the trees rustled against the wood of the house. The atmosphere was bitter and tense, the air cold and the silence thick.

William didn’t dare apologize, and as it seemed, you had no plans to as well. He was by no means content to sleep on the couch, missing the warmth your body provided, but he wasn’t sorry for what he did. He wasn’t sorry for his possessive nature. He was only controlling you because he was trying to keep you safe, couldn’t you see that? And the way you demanded more freedom earlier today — like that was something you needed. You were being completely unreasonable.

But still, you were stubborn. William knew that this wasn’t going to blow over until a few more days, and by then he’d be forced to make some compromises. If only the whole thing had never happened . . . He would be in your arms, held by you, cared for, and loved again.

If only he had a nightmare like he usually did on stormy days like this. You would forget everything, start cooing him, comforting him, and being a good wife.

And that was when it hit him — you would never know the difference. He could fake it! He could fake it and then everything would go back to normal. There was absolutely nothing stopping him, and it wasn’t wrong to do. The distant thunder did remind him of bombs, and the reminder did take him back to Greece. It was only now that he was better at controlling it, at not letting these minuscule things take him back to that hell.

William got up and walked towards the bedroom, leaning against the wall, watching you sleep. Your chest rose and fell slightly, your hair slowly falling across your forehead until it finally rested over your face. It was a beautiful sight. Sometimes, while you were asleep and he was awake, he would sit upright in bed and just watch you.

My darling girl. The love of my life. Why do you have to be so difficult?

William put on his best performance. He pouted his lips slightly, forcing tears to well up in his eyes. He tried his best to look like a wounded dog.

Before he even called your name, you woke up. Immediately noticing the dark figure standing by your door, you gasped, but when you recognized it as William, you got rather annoyed.

“What is it, William?” you asked groggily.

William shivered. “I—I dunno. I’m sorry — you always told me I could come to you . . . whenever it happened.” He let some tears fall. “I just got so scared. I thought — I thought I was back there, and . . . and.” He paused. “I’m sorry, I’ll go. I’ll go.”

“William,” you said softly, shaking your head with a look of pity on your face. “Darling, come here.”

William didn’t hesitate. He crawled into bed with you, wrapping the blanket which smelled like your perfume around his body. The tears dribbled down his chin, and he sniffled, snuggling his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry — it’s just, you were there. In the dirt, with all the other bodies. I couldn’t protect you,” he babbled.

“Shh,” you whispered. “I’m right here, baby boy. I’m not going to die. Can you feel me? Here.” You placed his hand on your chest, right above your breast. Your heart thumped, and he could feel it.

William was almost surprised that you had been fooled so easily, but also heartened. Your care for him outweighed any suspicion. It was at that moment that he knew things would be alright. You were going to forgive him.

"I-I can feel it."

William snuck his hand a bit lower, on your breast, and cupped it a little bit. Maybe you were too sleepy or just didn't mind, but you didn't move his head away, and instead let it rest there.

"I'm sorry about the argument," he said softly, after a while. "I just . . . what would my life be if you are not in it? What kind of husband would I be if I didn't protect you as best I can?"

You were quiet. Then, "Okay, Will. I'll stop visiting my friends so often. And I won't go past the property line without telling you . . . I know you only want to keep me safe."

William let out a sigh of relief and affectionately nuzzled his nose against your shoulder. "Thank you, my love."

He was a bit afraid that you would change your mind, so the moment he got what he wanted, he pretended to doze off into sleep, his breathing becoming more rhythmic and patterned.

"Will?" You shook him slightly. "Have you . . . ? Oh, it's alright. Rest." You kissed him on his forehead, leaving a wet mark. "Sweet thing," you murmured, before you yourself drifted off into sleep.

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[female-hysterics]

So I know there's been a lot of talk about pussydrunk characters, but can I suggest a twist with a guy who's obsessed with your mouth?

Obviously I'm on a big kick for some perv!Professor Levy, so now I can't stop thinking about Jonathan who just occasionally reaches over and sticks his fingers in your mouth. Sometimes he tells you to suck, sometimes he gags you other times he'll pull your jaw open just to see you drool. He loves tucking you up under his desk at home (or at work on a weekend/late at night when no one's around) and having you warm him with your mouth until your jaw is too achey to keep going.

Perv!Jonathan isn't a total monster though. After he fucks your throat and watches you swallow his entire load, it's falling asleep to jaw and neck massages on the couch with your head in his lap while he talks about how he's gonna wake you up from his nap with his face between your legs (cause let's be honest, the professor gets pussydrunk too 😈).

Listen....I love pervy takes on these characters and I absolutely LOVE this twist 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Thank you for blessing me inbox, my friend 😩👌

Jonathan reaching over to you while you’re talking about your day and slides his fingers into your mouth, his dark eyes heavy-lidded as he stares with intense focus on the way you automatically close your mouth around his fingers, and he calls you his good girl when you begin to suck. 

He will gag you with his fingers or hold your jaw open while he’s fucking you. His gaze never leaving your face as you scream with pleasure around his fingers.

Jonathan would ABSOLUTELY have you under his desk to warm him. At home you have a plush pillow underneath his desk and a soft blanket incase you get cold and at his work he would let you kneel on his jacket. He keeps himself pressed deep into you mouth, reaching down occasionally to pet through your hair or stroke over your cheek, before gripping your hair and moving your mouth up and down his cock with a small hiss.

He’s very much into throat fucking and will make you swallow every single drop that he spills on your tongue. Afterwards he would clean you up and give you soothing massages over your jaw, neck, and shoulders. He will pepper your face in sweet kisses as he massages you, completely besotted, and he would totally whisper filth in your ears with pure adoration and love. 

You only whimper and sink further into his grasp and letting him tilt your head to reach all the sore spots. You do drift off with his warm body pressed against you and his gentle hands working your muscles, but you are eventually woken up by him tonguefucking you frantically. He’s groaning against your slick flesh, eating you out without care over how messy he’s being, and he has your thighs pinned open on the couch so he has full access to your dripping pussy. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut as if he’s trying to memorize your taste and his fingers bite into your soft thighs hard enough to leave bruises. You yank on his hair and sob out his name as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you, him murmuring muffled words of encouragement against your cunt with each one, and he finally takes mercy on you when you barely have enough energy to whimper his name.

He trails kisses up your body and nearly rips his pants open trying to get his cock out, and then he’s thrusting into you. He has one hand braced on the arm of the sofa, his other his busy sliding his fingers into your mouth with a gruff order to “suck”, and he’s plowing into you with deep hard thrusts that make your eyes roll back. He’s panting like an animal above you, wild eyes darting between your mouth and where he’s sinking inside you, and it’s not long before spills inside you with an almost pained sound. You suckle at his fingers weakly as he gasps for breath and he stays inside you until he gets hard again.

[allbluedepths]

Thought I absolutely have to get out of my head before I can sleep:

Shanks canonically has issues controlling his conqueror’s haki, sometimes. Combine that with one of my favorite magic tropes, where excess amounts of magic can be physically and/or mentally draining to contain for extended periods of time. (Now that certainly isn’t canon, but it is a headcanon I love, haha.)

There aren’t a lot of people around that can withstand the force of Shanks’ haki uncontrolled. The best good example who’s around would be Beckman, but if Shanks is dealing with handling his haki, Beckman would be handling the crew, so he’s out.

The other option? Mihawk. Earlier on in their duels, Mihawk finds out about Shanks’ conundrum; he was spending so much energy keeping it in check that he was an absolutely shit fighter that day, and Mihawk pressed the issue long enough until Shanks spilled the details.

Mihawk’s proposed solution: use their duels, when safe/out of range of the crew, as a way to release some of that pressure valve for his haki. Gets Shanks under control, and Mihawk has a decent level of resistance to it. As time goes on, Shanks is comfortable letting more and more of it go after Mihawk proves it won’t absolutely knock him out, which does wonders for his wellbeing. (Mihawk gets hit with how beautifully terrifying Shanks can be, and then chooses to not process that for a good long while.)

An additional option that pops up later down the road: sometimes, the above happens but without a duel, if things are really bad. Beckman takes over for an afternoon, and Shanks and Mihawk take Hitsugibune out to a nearby deserted island so Shanks can absolutely let go. At that level, it’s not a great idea to involve dueling or weapons. Shanks also isn’t a fan of the crew seeing him lose that degree of control; Mihawk realizes how big of a sign that is for Shanks’ trust in him. Often ends in Shanks falling asleep on or near Mihawk with his haki still active. (It’s like a very strong mental weighted blanket, albeit Mihawk will never say that out loud.)

Additional third option: there’s very fun possibilities here for when they actually get into a relationship, but that’s its own post, haha.

(This is missing a lot of detail because I’m about to sleep, but I might expand this one into a fic soon! Out of control magic just has too many good hurt/comfort opportunities.)

[itsseohannbin]

soft changbin thoughts || cuddling

this was a completely self-indulgent idea i wrote at 3am after waking up from a dream of exactly this. I'm so down bad for this man it's insane. lowercase intended. not edited.

i truly believe this man loves (and i mean LOVES) to cuddle. absolutely adores it. specifically spooning tbh. i mean, look at him. he's just one big giant teddy bear practically begging to let him spoon you. when he comes home super late from working in the studio with chan and hannie to find you already passed out, snuggled deep into the soft mattress of your shared bed, nothing but a pair of sleep shorts and his favorite shirt hugging your body, he's an absolute goner... he'd come into the room, get one look at your sleeping figure, and his knees would buckle and he'd nearly fall to them because my god you're all his.

sure, he loves to have you spread across his chest, head tucked into the curve of where his shoulder and neck meet, hands splayed across his heart, legs thrown over his waist, pinning him to the mattress like an anxiety blanket, but there's something beautifully unique about holding you from behind and inhaling your scent as he drifts off to sleep.

he'd slip off his shirt and pants and slide under the covers behind your sleeping figure, wrapping his big arms around your soft body and pulling you tight against his plush chest, holding you close like he could protect you from everything bad in the world. and he'd be so warm. like, even if he trudged in through the snow, small droplets of water hanging off the ends of his curly hair, frost-bitten nose that's running slightly and hands as cold as ice, he'd be so SO warm against your back. so warm and intoxicating that, despite being dead to the world asleep, your body would automatically push against his when he pulls you closer, almost like you're trying to absorb him even in the deepest of sleeps. and he absolutely adores it. loves the way you bend and keen to his every touch, the slight frown that would spread across your lips when his cold hands first touch the bare skin of your stomach. man loves it.

and those nights when he comes home so incredibly stressed out about work, whether it be from the chords of the next song not quite sounding right, or the choreo he can't seem to nail, he's stressed, and when he climbs into bed, he doesn't immediately curl himself around your sleeping figure. instead, he hovers at the edge of the bed, back facing you, hands curled under his pillow, eyes squeezed shut to prevent the stress-induced tears from falling down his cheeks. but when he inevitably opens his eyes, they do. they fall silently and it makes him more frustrated. his shoulders shake slightly from the force of his distressed cries, and when he feels a shift in the bed behind him, he freezes, hoping to god you're just turning over and he didn't wake you up. and then, a second later, when your arm curls around his waist and you pull him closer to your small body, he falls apart. he loves to spoon you, but fuck, there's just something about being the little spoon that really makes him melt. his heart will flutter like he's sixteen years old again experiencing his first crush, his tears will stop abruptly, his frown will slowly curve upwards into the softest smile. because he's being engulfed by you. your scent, the feeling of your arm hanging loosely over his hip, the heat of your breath ticking the skin of his back. he adores being taken care of in moments like this, and it's the intimate moments like this that make him all the more aware of how much he utterly adores you. when your thumb starts to slowly draw circles just above his belly button in a soothing manner and your leg pushes to rest in between his intimately, signaling you're more awake than he initially thought, he can't help but murmur the softest "i love you" as you help bring him back down to the present. help lower his heart rate, help the stress leave his body enough to allow him to relax. he always seems to have the best of sleeps when you're laying next to him in bed, but when you're holding him this way, protecting him from all the worries of the world, he feels like he could sleep peacefully for eternity

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i just wanna hold him so bad it makes my heart ache :(

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[celestial-dreamscapes]

Hello there👀 if it's not to much to ask, could you do a period comfort for Mammon and Satan as well?

A/N: Hello hello, of course! Tbh I shocked myself with how quickly I started and finished writing this 😅 Thank you for being my first request!! <3 Make sure you take care of yourself if you’re not feeling well, and don’t forget to eat, drink and get lots of rest! Hope this can comfort you a bit :D tbh I have a heavy bias towards Mammon and I think it shows here😭

part 1 

part 3

Taking care of you on your period part 2 - Obey Me

Word count: 1.2k

Characters: Satan, Mammon

Mammon:

-He definitely doesn’t know a lot about it, he has experience with people but he hasn’t actually had anything really long term or relationships with many humans so he’s a bit clueless, but in a somewhat endearing way

-You’re talking a lot less than usual with him and during classes you’re just resting your head on the desk the whole time, which is unusual because you usually at least try to listen and pay attention to what’s happening in the class

-Tries poking you with a pencil and asking you what’s up but you just groan and say you’re not feeling well and don’t explain much more because you can’t talk so he assumes you’re just sick

-Walking back home he notices how much you’re clutching onto your stomach and is very confused because he thought you had a regular cold or flu 

-When you both get back to the HoL, you both go to his room and you flop onto the couch and kinda curl up a bit (which does absolutely nothing to help relieve the pain but it feels like you’re doing something at least)

-His concern is growing very rapidly because you look like you’re about to pass out, so he gets behind you, chest pressed against your back and he wraps his arms around your stomach just tight enough for it to be comforting without it hurting you

-You want to explain things more in detail since you know he’s still confused and just following your lead since you don’t seem to be dying, but when you start talking/whispering about it because you don’t have the energy to speak above a whisper, your voice starts cracking and your eyes start watering for no reason and now it sounds like you’re about to start crying (which you do for a bit, even though in the moment the pain isn’t enough to make you cry, it’s just the effort of speaking + how unfair it feels that you have to suffer so much every month while others don’t) and he gets even more alarmed but just continues to cuddle you and reassure you that you’ll be fine and that you can tell him if you need anything

-His body is naturally very warm, so cuddling with him is extremely comforting

-He’ll want to turn on the tv in an attempt to distract you from the pain, but he ends up just quietly talking to you about random stuff instead since he doesn’t wanna overwhelm you with loud noise

-Eventually you fall asleep after around half an hour, and he absolutely refuses to move a single inch no matter how much he needs to go do other things because he doesn’t want to ruin your sleep after seeing how peaceful you look after everything

-After waking up and just sitting together cuddling under a big blanket for a bit, you both get hungry so he gets up and says he’ll go get you both something warm

-So you’re chilling waiting for him to come back, and this man shows up with spicy cup noodles

-On one hand, it is in fact something warm to eat. but on the other hand, the way it’ll go for your cramps is a big 50/50 since it’s spicy

-You decide not to say anything though because of how excited he seems to eat together and you don’t want to be hungry for any longer if you ask him to make something else

-Mammon would feel so so guilty if it did end up making your cramps come back though, even though you’re trying to tell him it’s not necessarily his fault and that cramps just go on and off throughout the whole time you’re on your period, he still feels super bad (and kind of useless) so you’ll have to comfort him afterwards and thank him for at least trying to help by doing something for you, but since you’re still in pain he just tries to push down the guilt so he can focus on helping you feel better again

-He’s already a big slacker when it comes to handling his responsibilities right away, and he’s also got really bad habits with spending money, and both of those habits get so much worse when you’re not feeling well, especially on your period. Mammon will literally buy you anything you want because of how badly he wants you to feel better 😭 you might have to tell him to tone it down a bit eventually if it bothers you, but for the most part it’s just really sweet, especially paired with how much time he spends with you. it almost seems like he thinks you’ll die if he leaves you alone for longer than 5 minutes, which seems very paranoid but when the one time he’s not there you do end up passing out, you decide you prefer the exaggerated worrying over having to be alone through that again

-Overall a 10/10 but he kinda struggles with what foods to get you during this time since you’re showing him how much more fragile humans are then he thought before 💀

Satan:

-Despite how much he loves reading about anything and everything, I don’t really think that Satan would know a ton of stuff about periods, since it’s a bit more specific than just learning human biology and sicknesses/diseases (and it’s pretty rare to see books discuss it in general unless they’re catered towards those who have specific issues while on their period)

-He’d definitely be the type to start carrying around pads, tampons, painkillers, a mini heating pad and any other stuff you might need around just in case you get your period without being prepared while you’re both out, and he’ll also have a bunch of supplies in his room somewhere so you won’t have to wait for anyone to go out to buy them for you

-If you’re both out and you start getting cramps, he’s gonna find a cat after you both find a place to sit down and set it down on your lap and then tell you about how he’s read that cats and their purring can help humans in pain (including cramps)

-Resting your head on his lap while he reads to you in front of the fireplace while he’s gently petting your head and you’re covered with a light blanket so you don’t get too cold 🥺

-I feel like he also has a lot of body heat, and he’ll offer to kind of lightly rub your stomach from under your shirt if you’re comfortable with it, since sometimes it feels like the heating pad works less effectively than natural body heat

-He’s really good at making food quickly, so he’ll make you something like soup (since sometimes when you feel bad on your period the chewing makes you feel kind of nauseous) real quick and bring it back to you so you can warm up and feel better quickly

-If any other demons comment on how weak you are or somehow make your pain worse, he’ll hold himself back in front of you obviously since you’re the most important and he doesn’t want to make you feel any worse than you already are, but what he does afterwards depends on what they did. regardless though, he will insult them and give them a few threats to make sure they know he won’t allow it to happen again

[devildom-drabbles]

Oh hey! I absolutely ADORE your writing style… you get the pros and cons of each character down so so well it’s amazing and yet still manage to keep it sweet and fluffy! On that note… please, if you don’t mind, a one shot on Belphie and MC snuggling playfully? But Belphie actually has a reason to stay awake! Thank you in advance!~

Thank you for your kind feedback on my writing! 😊  Aww, I’m always a sucker for snuggle fics. I hope you like how this turned out! Thanks for the prompt!

(PLEASE NOTE: Requests are still CLOSED. I’m just answering some that I had in my inbox before I stopped accepting them.)

Story - Your Warmth

Characters/Ship: Belphegor x MC Word Count: ~1.4k Warnings: None, just fluff

“Belphie!” MC exclaimed to the demon beside them.  “You’re dozing off again!”

The Avatar of Sloth’s eyes snapped open at the reminder, only to return to a half-lidded state two seconds later.  He adjusted his position on the large blanket he and MC had placed on the grass in hopes of waking himself up more.  A yawn found its way up his throat when he expressed his thanks to the human who had remained attentive to him ever since they both came outside that evening.

“At this rate, you’re going to fall asleep before the meteor shower starts,” MC remarked bluntly.  As they sat up, the additional fluffy blanket that they had brought along to keep them warm slipped down to their thighs.  “Maybe we should wait inside until it’s closer to the time it’s supposed to start?”

“No, I don’t want to risk the chance of us missing it,” Belphegor protested while tugging at their sleeve.  “Just lay back down with me.”

“Why?” they questioned, despite the fact that they were already obeying his wish.  They poked his cheek and resumed in a teasing tone, “So that I can nudge you awake another thirty times before we see a single meteor?”

“Hey, come on, it hasn’t even been thirty times,” Belphegor argued as he gently pushed their hand away from his face.

“But we’re getting close.”

“Well, we’re not going to get any closer because I’m going to stay awake.  It’s your first time seeing a meteor shower in the Devildom, and I want to enjoy it with you.”  Belphegor wrapped his arms around the human and rested his forehead against theirs.  He closed his eyes, his smile serene while he declared, “I’d choose this experience with you over sleep any day.”

“Belphie...” MC spoke above a whisper, his words making their heart flutter.

A soft breeze blew over them, rustling the trees and other plant life around them to fill the momentary silence.  Then, MC noticed that Belphegor’s breathing sounded a bit deeper than before.

“Belphie!!” the human chided, shaking his shoulder.  “Seriously?!”

The Avatar of Sloth quickly blinked his eyes open.  “Mm?  Huh?  What is it?”

“Nine.  Teen.”

The gears in Belphegor’s groggy mind forced themselves to turn.  “...Nineteen isn’t that close to thirty,” he pointed out.  “But anyway, I wasn’t asleep this time.  I was just resting.”  He tucked his head beneath MC’s chin.  “It’s your fault that you’re so relaxing to be with.”

“Well, it’s going to be your fault if you sleep through the meteor shower,” MC asserted, “because I might not be nice enough to wake you up next time.”

“Fine, fine.  What do you think I should do to keep myself awake then?”

MC hummed in thought while their fingers absentmindedly toyed with the ends of his hair.  “You could...run a lap around the house?”

“You do realize that’s going to make me feel more exhausted, right?”

“OK, then why don’t you just stand while we wait?”

“No way,” Belphegor replied as he shook his head, his hair tickling lightly at MC’s neck.  “Still too much effort.”

“What about at least sitting up?”

“Nuh-uh.  Not happening.”

MC huffed at his stubborn attitude.  “If you won’t move at all, then I’ll just take the blanket off of us.  Maybe the cold air will do you some good.”

Belphegor groaned at the idea, assuming that his vocal protest would be enough to make MC consider another idea.  However, the human went ahead with their plan anyway by kicking the blanket off the two of them.  Keeping a firm grip around MC’s torso with one arm, Belphegor stretched his free arm out as far as he could toward his feet and frantically searched for any part of the blanket to grab onto.  Unfortunately, he hadn’t reacted fast enough, and the blanket was now completely out of his reach, half-folded over in a lump at the bottom end of the blanket they were already lying on.  His annoyed grumble was cut short by a chilly gust of wind blowing across his body.

“All right,” Belphegor began through chattering teeth, “now you’ve done it.”  Belphegor turned onto his back with MC in tow, swinging them up onto his chest and tangling their legs with his to leave them trapped there.

MC squirmed within the demon’s tight embrace, unable to budge even in the slightest.  “B-Belphie, let me go!” they demanded, their behavior stemming from shock and confusion rather than frustration.

“Nope, you brought this upon yourself,” he stated with a smug grin.  “If I can’t have a regular blanket, then I’m making you my replacement.”  

Ignoring the human’s fidgeting, Belphegor’s hand slowly caressed over MC’s upper back, appreciating the softness of the clothing they chose to wear that evening.  Soon enough, MC ceased their struggle and relaxed in his hold, allowing him to use his other hand to coax their head onto his shoulder. 

“Mm, so cozy...” Belphegor murmured, basking in their familiar comforting scent and body heat.  “You might become a permanent replacement, actually.”

MC quietly laughed through their nose at his declaration.  “Thanks, but I think you’d be better off with a real blanket.”

“I don’t know...  A real blanket doesn’t have built-in handwarmers.”

“Handwarmers?  What are you—”  MC yelped at the abrupt feeling of cold fingers pressing against their bare back after sneaking underneath their shirt.  “You jerk!!” they shouted as they attempted to swat the culprit’s hands away.

“That’s not nice,” the demon replied, putting on an innocent act.  “I’m just trying to warm myself up since somebody kicked away our blanket.  Don’t you see how cold I’ve gotten?”

“OK, yeah, but now I’m getting cold!”

“Ugh, what a noisy blanket.  I think I’ve changed my mind about you.”

MC sighed in relief when Belphegor removed his hands from their skin.  Just when they thought he had returned to cuddling them, he rolled over to swap both of their positions without any warning.  The body heat that he left behind gradually seeped through the back of their clothes, relieving them of the chilly sensation that lingered there.  They watched the demon quizzically as he nestled his head against their chest and smiled in contentment.

“Yup, just as I thought,” Belphegor remarked, the sound of the human’s beating heart echoing in his ear.  “You make a much better pillow, MC.  But you’re not too bad as a blanket either.”

MC rolled their eyes in response, but they could neither hide the amusement that tugged at their lips nor suppress the desire to card their fingers through his hair.  “Whatever you say, Belphie,” they conceded, noticing him melt further into their chest the longer they stroked his head.  “But, if I’m your pillow now, then what are you going to do about not having a blanket?”

“Eh, I don’t really need it anymore,” Belphegor admitted.  “You keep me warm enough just by being close to me like this.”  He lifted his head up to gaze into their eyes, and a faint blush dusted his cheeks while he inquired, “What about you?  Do you feel the same way with me?”

It was now MC’s turn to blush as his question sunk in.  “I do,” they confessed.  They paused for a moment and then added, “Well, except when you put your frozen hands on me.”

The demon chuckled at the comment.  “Fair enough.”

Before anything else could be said, Belphegor spotted a streak of light reflecting within MC’s eyes.  “Was that...?”

The duo directed their attention above to witness the first few meteors illuminate the dark sky.

“Heh, see?  I told you I’d stay awake until the meteor shower started,” the Avatar of Sloth declared.  “Aren’t you proud of me, MC?  You really ought to praise me.”

“Oh, please,” MC scoffed playfully.  “If it weren’t for me, you definitely would’ve passed out a while ago.”

“Aw, come on, that’s not...entirely true.  Give me a little credit.”

The two of them continued to banter for a short time before finally settling down to immerse themselves in the breathtaking display in the sky.  The fluffy extra blanket remained forgotten as the demon and human found all the warmth and comfort they needed that night in each other’s arms.

[blindrapture]

SATURDAY JULY 16TH, 2011 (Infinite Series)

9:59 AM Yawn. Alright, wakey-wakey! We’ve got a lotta work to do today.

10:00 AM Sleepville just got darker. What. The other sleepers are all standing up at once. “Go back to sleep.” …RUN

10:01 AM Their eyes are in REM, spinning so fast. But open. “Sleep forever.” oh god get in the raptor get in thE RAPTOR okay great oh god THAT’S PYRAMID HEAD WHAT THE FUCK RUN HIM OVER IT’S SWEEPING ITS THINGY OH GOD

10:03 AM it got a chunk of our hood we weren't going fast enough to run him over donnie's backing up okay let's just go around it then "No. I've got this…" oh god okay

10:04 AM still weren't going fast enough. Pyramid Head's taken our whole hood off. it's rearing up to hit us through the windshield donnie.… "I can do this. I can do this." she's trying one more time pyramid head is ready to strike us when we drive up to him… we need more speed than what we've been getting… and there are other sleepers coming up to our car… donnie, please… "In for a penny, in for a pound." she's reaching her leg up SLAM down on the gas pedal

10:05 AM CRUNCH we fucking knocked him over we hit another sleeper on the way and it lifted the front of the car up enough to really hit pyramid head in the chest and then donnie kept driving that crunch was either its spine or its... pyramid.. head and now we're off. We’re past Pyramid Head. u_u;; But where are we going? It’s just miles and miles of pillow hills out here!

10:10 AM Is it just me, or is the.. oh fuck. The blanket sky is lowering. DRIVE FASTER, DONNIE. D:

10:13 AM The blanket will hit us in a matter of minutes. And I don’t see any exit in sight.

10:14 AM …oh god. Behind us is Cthulhu. No, really. That’s Cthulhu. Look, it’s even got a giant nametag that reads “HELLO, MY NAME IS cthulhu.” It does take something away from the horror of the freaky tentacle mouth, but those eyes don't lie. Trying not to look at them.

10:15 AM ...actually, Cthulhu may be doing us a favor. He's a fuck-off big monster, he's gaining on us, yes yes, but, that blanket sky is gonna hit him first before it hits us. So if that sky's really some kind of threat, we're.. about to see...

10:18 AM The blanket hit Cthulhu, and now it’s wrapping itself around his entire body, forming a giant blanket cocoon. And now he falls over, either asleep or dead. The terms are probably synonymous here. There’s another blanket coming for us now. This one looks a good twenty minutes away.

10:23 AM Donnie really put her foot down. We’re not sure where we’re going, but we’re going fast.

10:27 AM WAVE OF FEAR WHAT A large wave of energy just flew over us. Now there’s no more blanket descending, no more eternal nighttime, no more crazy creatures being beckoned to sleep. We’re in a different rabbit hole now.

10:29 AM The sky here is morning blue. It looks like a sprawling mountain range. We’re on a tall mountain, driving on a cliffside road a long way up from the ocean below.

11:02 AM This place is absolutely gorgeous. Not a single other car in sight; it’s just us and miles of nature.

11:46 AM Donnie, you want more music? Okay. Here’s Rust in Peace. c:

12:30 PM ..whoa! Hold up. The road ahead is completely covered by rubble. We’re getting out of the car. Gotta stretch our legs anyway.

12:31 PM Yep, that’s rubble. Clearing the road would require a bulldozer or something. ..but god, just lookit that scenery. We must be a hundred-and-seventy-thousand miles above sea level.

12:32 PM We found a small cave nearby! Not really got anywhere else to go. We're taking the rifle out of the car and Do we have any flashlights? ...do we still have those suits? "I did try to bring them, but I think we lost one of them back in St. Louis. It was easier to keep track of them when we were able to drive, but we had to walk through there." Well, that's.. better than nothing. "Which one of us should take the suit?" You wear it. I can just look good in my hat. :3 "At least the helmet's torch still works…"

12:35 PM There’s a little brick house inside this cave. o_o Knock knock!

12:36 PM There’s a little green praying mantis man inside. Calls himself Polygamus. ..right! Hi, how you doing?

1:13 PM Polygamus invited us in for tea, and we’ve been having it and talking about stuff. He confirmed a detail we'd heard (but not enough of): This "Universe X" is called "Xanadu" by the natives. "I've been meeting travelers who look like you that seem to think this is an Empty City or something?" They looked like us? Like... humans? "They were the same species as you. Do you have some Empty City where you're from?" Uh! We literally have no idea what they were talking about. Frankly, I'm intrigued. he shrugged "I'm not. Who needs a city? Xanadu is everything. Xanadu is life to us. Xanadu is eternity. Do you want to know why we call it 'Xanadu?'" The. The universe? Do you need a reason for that? "There's an old myth, see, about the One who was Three who were Five who were Eight." The. The what? "He's a hero and a monster. My mother used to tell me about him to scare me, but she got it from her mother, and she got it from hers, all the way back to forever. In the older times they cared more about the stories, and I spent some of my life traveling around and reading all I could about the older stories." Right. sip "So, the story of the Name goes like this: The One was searching for the Infinite... and when he found it, he could no longer leave. And that's why it's called Xanadu."

(Attached: "Polygamus's telling is of a really poor quality, very abridged, though not actually that inaccurate. I've done my research too, and in fact I still have the books here in front of me. So here's, as I understand, a more authoritative source. The Story of the Name: The One, before He was All, was only a work of function. He tasked Himself with great adventures, each one adding Another to his Number. His first adventure made him One, and after his second adventure He was now Three. When His fourth adventure was complete, He knew with His Eight minds that He could not rest, that His adventures would never end. And so, when He set out on His fifth adventure, now as the Eight, He found the Infinite. He named it Xanadu, knowing He could no longer leave, knowing He could no longer die. The rest of His adventures took place here. And that is why His adventures are called the Infinite Series. ...and that's how it goes. Now, there are a lot of baffling things about the myth. Like, for one, that number sequence does not give us enough information from which to deduce an infinite series, but there are other stories elsewhere which make the series more clear, if no more interpretable. And, for another, it doesn't actually explain the logic to the name Xanadu. But that's because it's supposed to be the Story of the Name 'Infinite Series,' the ontology of the name of the myth itself. This just also happens to be the oldest source that mentions Xanadu's name. It is significant to me, at least. 'He found the Infinite. He named it Xanadu, knowing He could no longer leave, knowing He could no longer die.' That's all we get on the subject. It's tantalizing, isn't it? Who is He? Well, you'll have to keep reading for that one. But you know where he's hiding. Now you know to watch out for him.")

...but... wait, if it's called it because you can't leave, then. donnie "We've been able to leave. And everyone we meet who talks about this place can also leave." Polygamus is puzzled. "Well, maybe that part's just a metaphor?"

1:16 PM We told him about the apocalypse and the upcoming Rapture, and he said “Maybe it's got something to do with that?" I don't actually think he has any idea. "But if I know anything about Xanadu, that is, if the childhood stories that I grew up with have any truth to them, the scary ones? I'd bet that even if you manage to leave, you'd come out different. A shadow of your former self." donnie went "Huh." yeah, I don't think this guy has any idea, at all.

2:01 PM Alright, thanks for the tea and the lunch. It was nice to meet you. let's get the heck out of here donnie

2:10 PM …the rubble is gone. o___o Works for us!

2:15 PM It got storm-cloudy really quick. ..”storm-cloudy” is totally a word now.

2:18 PM Rain! …wait. The rain isn’t hitting us at all, or the road or anything. It’s just falling.

2:50 PM And faster. So fast now. o_o

3:13 PM …OH. The rain is hitting something— the ocean below! And it’s.. well, the ocean is rising! Fast! We’re gonna drown!

3:19 PM …and there’s a random jump ahead! Ramp, and everything! o_o

3:20 PM Donnie, I sure hope you know what you’re doing. Hell, I at least hope you were good at Mario Kart.

3:21 PM OH GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

3:22 PM WHY ARE WE STILL FALLING WE’VE BEEN FALLING FOR A LONG TIME NOW

3:34 PM ….y’know, I think physics say we literally cannot survive after falling for this long. I’m sure some law states that. Maybe it’s Murphy’s Law. I dunno.

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Factory (1) The Raptor no longer works. We’ve been sitting in silent shock, because holy shit, we survived. I gotta say, journal. We’re badasses. I can hardly believe it. No air bags or anything! Or maybe the shift between rabbit hole worlds affects shit. Yeah, probably that one. …what was that shshsh

Factory (2) We hear very strange noises outside the dead Raptor. Neither of us can see anything when we look out the windows. But we can hear machinery of all sorts. Now we can even hear footsteps. We’re.. we’re gonna wait for the footsteps to pass first before we step outside. I mean, we can’t sit here forever. We have an adventure to undergo. can't sit here forever. gotta be brave.

Factory (3) The footsteps have passed. I’m.. I’m gonna go first. …OH HELLO HI ...YOU'RE NOT MOVING I'M GONNA WRITE, OKAY? So I stepped outside and and there are four grotesque men standing around the car. They look dead. Mangled. Crooked necks, like they were hung. But their eyes are moving. …HIIII. :D ohgod

Factory (4) Donnie came out. We’re ready to fight. …where’d they go. The monster men are gone. ..we’re.. okay.

Factory (5) The walls are not walls. They’re just shadow. The ground is all we see, a metal floor. Coupled with the distant sound of heavy machinery, and that’s why I say we’re in a factory. Door up ahead.

Factory (6) Yep, this is a factory. We’re in a large room now. Giant cog wheels around here, floating in mid-air, giant eye balls in the center of each. Factory machines drive around and lift giant crates filled with.. well, I don't know, but I hear screams coming from within. Maybe I'm not hearing it correctly? There's all kinds of noises here... yeah... Pipes pumping blood everywhere. Monster men standing completely still on walkways suspended in the middle of nothingness, all staring at us. Stray factory doors floating around. Where to first? >_>

Factory (7) This is a storage room, I can tell. Lots of shelves of crates and boxes. “Lots of” is an understatement; we’re in an eldritch factory, journal. Just take a guess at how many crates there are. It's, like. A big number.

Factory (8) We’re taking a look around. I can hear heavy breathing coming from some crates. Others sound more controlled, as if they’re in calm sleep. Donnie’s found a crate that seems to be making a crying noise. I hope she doesn’t open it, but I can’t say a word. I don’t want to. She's reaching for it. She looks like she has to know. It’s up to her at this rate. That’s what I’m afraid of.

Factory (9) We’re now in a room full of computers. They’re all Windows 95. I feel like someone else is in the room with us.

Factory (10) At the back of the computer room, there’s a door labelled “TEST SUBJECT 6.” Donnie found a computer with text on it. "Someone's pumping a lot of gas into that 6 room. It sounds like whatever was in there caused a lot of trouble and needed to be put to sleep." There's a porthole window on the door. Do we want to look in?

Factory (11) The room is a closet-sized cell. No one is in there. Dark stains are on the floor. But yeah, no one in there. "But." donnie's stepping back What? "Look, below the door. See the shadows? Something's on the other side of that door." Whoa. Okay. Maybe so. I didn't see anything in there, though? "What if it's pressed right up against the door? Waiting for someone to enter." ..I'm stepping away now too

Factory (12) What do we even think would be in there? Or in those boxes from earlier. Are we expecting, like. Humans? "Xanadu creatures? Things we've never even seen before, but in a frightened and tortured state…" dksfkf ...big rumble. sounded like a roar. didn't come from Subject 6. came from below. shook the whole room from far away. Donnie, I don't like being here. D: "This place must be filled with secrets. The secrets of the rabbit holes…" Yeah, well! You're the one who gets to wear the suit! "I am. And.. I'm gonna open that door. Come hide behind me." The. The door to subject 6? "Yeah. C'mon, we've got to see something. Who knows if we'll ever come this way again?" She steps over to the door. I'm not just behind her, I'm.. near the other side of the room. She's reaching over.

Factory (13) On the other side was the slender man. Slumped by the door. Donnie poked its head with her rifle, and it made no response. Turned its head over, saw it had no face. It's. Yeah, it's the slender man. "Someone.. captured the slender man?" Fuck. I hate this. Donnie, can we please leave? Find the next Door and.. keep moving? "This is so wrong. I don't understand. That computer seemed to be saying that subject 6 was captured months ago." looking at me "We've been seeing the slender man, though, out on Earth." Donnie... please... we can talk about it later. D: Maybe there's more than one slender man, I don't know! "More than one?" Like. Like the Rake! Please, let's.. get moving... I don't trust that thing to not get up. "Hm. Okay, okay. C'mon."

Factory (14) Following her through walkways. She's heading downstairs. The mangled men things are looking over at us but not doing anything more. More doors down here. On the wall, away from the railing that overlooks a great pit of shadow. Where the roar came from earlier. Donnie's found a door she wants to check.

Factory (15) This is a narrow hallway with many doors on either side. "We're bound to find a rabbit hole Door if we just keep trying." I get the logic. I don't disagree with it. I just really hate the atmosphere of this place. ._.;; "We can start with the doors that have portholes on them. Look through the windows, see if any take us to a place that doesn't belong."

Factory (16) These are all cells. Like the slender man's. Ball of flesh in that one. Statue of a man with a cane? Hands coming out of the walls, reaching for a waterlogged woman with long stringy hair, eyes closed but facing the window. A man-sized spinning top? Perpetually rotating. Seems lit from all sides, but I'm not seeing any light sources. ..daddy long-legs. hanging from the ceiling. ugh. hate those legs.

Factory (17) That door wasn't there before. “EXIT.” It doesn’t look right. The door.

Factory (18) Large chamber. Shadows for walls. Door standing in the middle of the room, opens up to an airplane cabin. That's our way out.

Factory (19) Donnie's given the room a once-over. There's nothing, or no one, here. There is a piece of paper on the ground. Scrunched up. Doesn't look like it was left deliberately.

Factory (20) "Red sky, barbed wire around my thoughts. Life in prison. Cipher's ahead, a few Doors away. Someone's gotta do it. Tiresias said. Remember, Anna: Someone's gotta do it." … Donnie's heading for the Door. Okay, let's.. let's go.

10:10 PM Airplane. Flying. Empty seats. We're sitting together. Chose the middle seats. We do both like window seats, but, like, I'm not crazy about getting to watch alien worlds fly by right now. Maybe after we sleep. It's dark out there now anyway. I'm.. so glad to be out of that world. I do wonder about that Anna. But, like. There's a lot of Annas out there in the world. We'll. We'll talk things through later. We'll find the Cipher. We'll see things through. We're safe for now. sleep. let me sleep.

(Attached: “Yes, let’s let him sleep and dream of mills and sons; I have something on my mind. I’m thinking about parallels. Their significance in the grand cosmic scheme of things. I’m thinking about myself and Jordan, of course, but what’s puzzling me is a.. well. I’m thinking of the time the Devil and I, drifting through space, saw Omega waiting near a black hole. The Devil was possessing Omega’s previous body, so basically it was a meeting of two omega-symbol-faced dramatic bastards. -- Devil. -- Omega. -- We meet again. -- It’s been a long time. I backed away from the scene slowly. Thunder clapped, and rain fell from above us towards the black hole. Where was that rain coming from? Nothing felt right. -- You stole my body. -- I did. How are you still alive? -- You fool. You can’t put down the Omega. -- We’ll see about that. I heard an approaching anger shout my name. I gestured at the Devil; we didn’t have time for this. -- Where are you off to so quickly? -- Nowhere. He’s going to help my sister. I’m staying here to finish you off. I told them it was best not to stick around. There was a powerful storm approaching. In space. But then Omega threw the Devil a sword, and the two started their duel, so I left for the Sampo on my own, listening for the sound of an army of Camper behind me.”)

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23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

so when i did write multi-chapter fics, it would usually end just at the end of a scene or before the location changes. with my bubbline fics there was usually a scene change or cliffhanger. the latter is true to the one multi chapter peterick fic i posted, but truthfully that was also bc it was at that point the longest peterick fix i wrote and there was a time jump, so i broke it into two to make it easier to read

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

yes absolutely 💀 my fave girlpete fic made me upset writing the main conflict where she says that fob would be better without her and i was getting a little misty writing it 😖

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

this was an early edit of the girlpete fic i mentioned above where they do actually break up and have to deal with it, which is something that will probably come back around but not in the same context

patrick stays to pump the gas, taking the chance to open the back doors and check on her. to his surprise, she’s passed out, curled under a blanket between an amp and someone’s rolled up sleeping bag. she’s frowning in her sleep, her forehead creased and her mouth turned down. she’s dreaming, he can tell the way her eyes flick around under her eyelids.

he doesn’t know if he’s glad she’s sleeping or annoyed. his mind has been racing all night, and she somehow manages to fall asleep. he knows that’s petty and not fair to her. he did kind of break up with her - which is a reality he never imagined.

actually, he’s not sure he ever thought about how this would end. he didn’t really see one, but he was never sure why. they just fade away in his head, undefined yet sharp, precise. he couldn’t imagine that far into the future or he got sweaty. especially thinking about in the context of him and pete. he never knew he could be so scared of someone he trusts so much. he wonders if that’s how she feels too.

although after rereading this, some of it might get repurposed 💀 esp the last paragraph i like that a lot

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Hey, could you write something like the one where chan comes back to the hotel after a concert for Minho too? I would love to read it

this is my first ever request can you hear me screaming-

post-concert minho is a different brand okay.

this isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself laying on a hotel bed in a random city, waiting for minho to come back from performing for his thousands upon thousands of fans. as much as you loved being at the shows, making him flustered every time he spots your face in the crowd, sometimes you just needed some quiet time.

last you remembered, you had the livestream of the boys’ show pulled up on your phone with a bag of chips in your hand; next, you’re being startled awake by gentle, nimble fingers pushing their way through your hair. you turn your head to meet the hand, and hear a soft chuckle from above you.

your face is half squished into the hotel pillow, and you’re lying on top of the blankets wearing your favorite pair of sweatpants and minho’s faded old gray t-shirt. you crack your eyes open to meet his, still bright and excited from the show he just performed.

“couldn’t wait up for me?” he teases, sitting down on the bed next to you, hand still petting your hair. you smile blearily up at him, nodding.

“was watching the livestream, but got tired of watching you and jisung flirting,” you tease back, voice rough from sleep, and you sit up to slump into him. your face meets his chest, his muscles more comfortable to you than any pillow ever could be. the hand that was in your hair slides it’s way down your neck to support your back, tickling you as it goes. you can tell he showered before he came to the hotel by the way he’s bare faced and his hair is a little damp and naturally curly, and it’s your absolute favorite look on him. every breath you take brings in his smell of fresh linens and jasmine, your two favorite scents, and it’s absolutely intoxicating. his body always runs warm, even more so from the adrenaline of performing tonight, and you’re content enough to fall asleep here again blanketed by him…

“hey, none of that, baby,” he says, nudging you with his shoulder and bringing you out of your slumber for the second time. “you have to get under the blankets or you’ll wake me up in the middle of the night saying you’re cold.” you whine but lean back, staying close enough to bump noses with him before standing up completely. his voice betrays how tired he is too, and you want nothing but to cuddle up in bed with him.

you both take your time brushing your teeth, him putting toothpaste on both of your brushes and you making eye contact with him in the mirror and giggling around the bristles. you pause to scratch at his scalp and he melts like a cat, closing his eyes in bliss. the whole thing is so awfully domestic that it makes your heart ache, thinking about how even though he was just in a room full of people who love him, you’re the one he chooses to come home to at the end of the day. it makes you feel important, powerful, like you’ve never felt before.

you float in that feeling as you guide him to his suitcase and peel off his shirt, replacing it with his favorite nightshirt. he’s getting more drowsy by the minute, adrenaline finally fading into exhaustion as he peels off his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. you both lay down, under the blankets, this time, and you waste no time snuggling up to each other until you can’t tell where you end and he begins. he slots his head right above your chest, where he can hear your heartbeat, his favorite song in the world. you both drift off soon to the sounds of each other’s breathing.

post concert series masterlist

soft hours

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time

but with smut

a/n: i didn’t know how much i needed this until i wrote this and soft and needy!reiner? got my insides dancing to no music bro ong. i literally just picked up where i left off, so i’m reposting the whole thing, leaving the semi-SFW up on its own. wc: 1.9k.

all reiner wanted to do was sleep. after the longest day he could imagine, he wanted nothing more than to be curled up in your arms. it seemed perfectly aligned, coming home to find you passed out on the couch the tv playing softly. he chuckles. you hated taking naps, unless there was an absolute emergency, there was no way you’d willingly wake back up from one. so like the good man he is, he scoops you into his tired arms and brings you to your bedroom. he lays you down into bed, covering you with a blanket before sitting next to you. he was starving, but his stomach could wait until he gave you a kiss. he gently places a kiss onto your forehead, watching the ghost of a smile show on your lips, contagiously spreading to his.

reiner found that you’ve made him dinner, still warm sitting in a small tupperware on the kitchen countertop. you were so good to him, he can’t wait until he marries you someday. it’s been an hour since and you’ve shown no sign of waking up, reiner decides to join the party. he wraps his arm underneath your waist and pulls you closer into his arms, basking in the warmth of your body that lulled him to sleep.

when you wake up, it’s dark. your eyes shoot open to glare at the alarm clock on your nightstand that read 9:02pm. reiners arms were still wrapped around you, holding you closely, as if at any given moment you could vanish. you sigh and lean back into his arms, wondering if he had eaten. god, it was so hot. you fling the covers off your bodies, relishing the feeling of the cool air in contrast. you’d been sitting in silence listening to your lovers breathing for about thirty minutes. you clear your throat,

“reiner?”

a hum followed your call, his body shifting besides you, nuzzling himself closer to your back. “reiner, what time did you come home?” you ask gently.

“like four…” he mumbles. you’ve been asleep for six hours and if your math was correct, you weren’t going to be able to sleep tonight at all. reiner on the other hand still had hope, you turned over to face him, poking his cheek gently. “do you want to sleep still, or do you want to get up?” you ask.

“i don’t care… as long as i’m next to you.” butterflies bursted in your stomach at his words, you couldn’t believe how much you loved this man. you drag your fingers along the length of his arm, noting his choice of clothing, or lack thereof. as many times as you and this man have made love, your admiration and giddy feelings never dwindled for a second. he’s a perfect man, a tired man. and you were the ever nurturing care personified into the woman he needed. “god, i love you.” you say under your breath, watching a smile play on reiners lips as a response. his eyes slowly open, adjusting themselves to the darkness of the room. he pulls his arms from underneath you to stretch above him, falling onto his back when he feels it’s enough.

“how was your day?” you whisper. reiner locked his golden hazel eyes to yours and shrugged. “same shit,”

“different day?” you giggle. reiner’s heart couldn’t have thumped any louder, his feelings growing evermore physically apparent. he taps his chest for you to get closer to him, “yeah. you know me. that salmon you made was delicious, by the way.” you’re lifting yourself up to place your head on his chest, “yeah? i’m glad you enjoyed it, papas.” his eyes shined at the nickname, remembering its origins. the two of you had been on a walk at the park, and a little girl had mentioned how your boyfriend looked like a bear. without skipping a beat your response was “yeah, he’s a real cuddly one too. like papa bear!” his heart fluttered at the thought, pulling you closer, as if you could be anymore.

reiner dipped his head to give your forehead a kiss, then your cheeks, and lastly your lips. his warm breath fanned across your face, cheeks heating up to the affection. “you can go back to sleep…” you suggest. “why would i? the woman of my dreams is right here.” he counters. if your face got any hotter, you’re sure you’d be a tomato ripe for picking. you lean your head up into the curve of his neck, softly leaving a trail of your kisses down to his collarbone. you drag your hands up and down his sides and chests, deciding on rolling his pert nipples between your index and thumb. reiner’s breathing hitched at the contact, but he said nothing, letting you do as you please. you shift your arm from underneath you, switching hands and dragging the pads of your fingers down his pelvis towards his groin.

your fingers stop at his happy trail, neatly manicured tufts of blond slipping between them, mesmerized at how reactive he was being. “you missed me?” you ask, dragging your gaze to his. he widens his eyes and nods feverishly at your question, hips rolling as you gently grab the base of his semi hard cock. “so much, princess…” he whispers.

“i’ve missed you too, papa bear.” with soft flicks of your wrist, you observed the man falling apart at your touch. his eyes watched you with the utmost adoration, favoring the way you delicately stroked his cock as if he was porcelain glass. reiner was a strong man, and he knew, but you treated him as if he was a foam flower. you cherished and pampered his every need, most of the time he would never even have to speak on his desires. he would give anything to indulge in your gratifications for the rest of his life. reiner’s breathing hitched when you cupped his balls, rolling them in between your fingers.

you lift your head up to catch his lips between yours, the breathless kiss you shared reminiscing on the ever blooming passion between the two of you. reiner leans forward into your body, deepening the kiss between you, cupping your jaw with his calloused hand. he can’t get enough of you. his hand roams down your neck, through the valley between your breasts, settling on your hip, pulling you closer to him. his fingers tease at the elastic of your pajama bottoms, silently begging for them to be off. you smile into the kiss, lifting your hips up to help him slide them down.

your skin was hot to touch, as was reiner’s. he’s palming the fat of your ass, kneading softly. you hook your leg up onto his hip, pushing him onto his back, and you’re straddling him. his cock is flush with your cunt and throbbing underneath you, slick with his own pre cum almost matching your arousal. his cheeks were flushed, looking up at you with wide expecting eyes. a smirk played at your lips,

“you’re so pretty, papa bear…” you’re mumbling. an almost inaudible whimper falls from his open mouth when you grind down onto him. his hands fly to clutch your hips, digging his fingers into them until the pads of his fingers were white. you hiss at the pressure, placing your hands onto his broad shoulders. you grinded your wet cunt along the length of his shaft, gasping when the tip caught onto your clit.

“please, (Y/N)… i need you…”

“you need me? to do what?” you taunt. reiner almost never had to ask for you to supply his needs, almost. he bucks his hips into yours, holding your hips firmly to keep you place. “you… i need you… i need to be inside you.” he chokes out between grit teeth. you lean in to kiss his adam’s apple, feeling it bob up and down against the contact. trailing your hand down between your sexes, you stroke his slick cock, lining him at your entrance.

“take what you need, papas.” you mewl. with an almost feral thrust, reiner sheaths himself into your cunt. a throaty groan comes from his mouth when he bottoms out, his eyes screw shut, welcoming the way your pussy sucked him in and clenched around him; as if your body was begging him to never leave. he spreads his legs out, sliding his hands down to the round of your ass and pulls your cheeks apart. he lazily thrusts his hips, lifting and pushing you down on his cock. you raise your hands to your breasts, cupping them as you began to bounce against his thrusts. your breathing hitched as his cock dragged against your sweet spot, speeding up.

“fuck yes, use my cock princess. it’s yours, all yours.” reiner groans from underneath you. his hold on your ass never faltered, neither did his stare. he watched as your tits bounced deliciously in your palms, admiring the scrunch of your nose and furrowing of your eyebrows. “it better be mine.” you whine. reiner lifts himself up to your chest, nuzzling his face in between your tits, sucking and biting wherever he could. he wraps his arms around your waist, crossing them tightly as he fucks up into you harder. you cry out his name, hands flying around his head, clutching desperately for stability. his unforgiving pace clouded your eyes, your pussy spasming around his girth.

“like this baby?” reiner whimpers. he can feel himself coming undone, but he needs to hold out. “i need to make you feel good, princess. i need to, please.” he’s babbling over your moans, perspiration growing heavy on his brows. without letting your bodies separate, reiner pushes you onto your back and lifts your legs into a mating press. his balls are slapping against your puckered asshole, wet from your shared arousal. your legs hook onto his shoulders, watching reiner bite his plump red lips, babbling nonsense.

one of reiners hands found yours, intertwining your fingers together. the other finds your clit, his fingers drawing rough circles around your swollen nub. you choke out a moan at the action, squeezing his hand tightly as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap.

“please, fuck, please cum for me- i need to feel you around my dick baby.” reiner whimpers, feeling the last bit of strength he’d gathered slipping away. your eyes lock together as he thrusts haphazardly, desperately drawing rougher strokes against your clit, and with a completely blissed out face you say,

“i love you, so fuckin- ah- much.”

he lets out a guttural moan and with one deep thrust into your cunt, he’s releasing his seed into your gummy walls, whining your name over and over again. he continues to fuck you through his orgasm, bringing you to yours. you bring your legs down from his shoulders, your cunt gripping and gushing against his cock. reiners overstimulated whines continue to fall despite his attempt to hold them back. raising your hand and tracing his face, you let out a breathy chuckle. you looked so beautiful in this very moment, reiner wished he could stop time and live in it forever.

“i love you more.”