#lear/reader

[leggerefiore]

Bathing With Your PokeMan HCs

cw: fluff, bathing, nudity mentions but nothing explicit

characters: Lear, Cyrus, Larry, N, Volo

👑Lear💎

🪙 There was an insistence by the prince to spend many moments together – He would admit quietly that your presence was a comforting thing to him. So, most of his time away from his duties was spent with you (often; however, you would find yourself with him even during his duties). This included, naturally, even times that would have previously been spent alone. Baths… You would watch as he would call you into his private bathroom with you. A large tub basin was in the middle of the room. Water flowed a rain system on the ceiling down into the basin. The sound of water collecting was far too nice.

🪙 Foamy bubbles swelled around the tub as a calming herbal scent ruminated across the room. Lear sat on the side of the tub, watching as water accumulated. A maid had no doubt started the tub and added the bubbles and additives in. He sat bare, clothing left folded carefully on the counter to be collected and cleaned. Pyjamas – Far much more luxurious than you would even allow for yourself were also on the counter. He cut the water off once it filled and moved to sit within the water. A sigh left him. His eyes closed. You found yourself eagerly joining him. The warm water engulfed you instantly, setting you at ease.

🪙 He had you sit beside him. For a moment, you both silently enjoyed the ambience of the room. It was a monochromatic room like most of the rest of the villa. A few potted plants of tropical origin sat across the area. There was a detached shower with a large area, but this was more than enough for you as it stood. The soothing effect of the additives made you rest your head on his shoulder. He huffed and brought his arm around your shoulders, holding you to him. Eventually, you each would aid the other in bathing. Scrubbing his back, it was sweet to watch the prince's stiff shoulders dropped. His bare hands gently found your scalp and lathered in your shampoo with expertise. Bathing had become this lately… It was difficult to find any reason to complain. You both exited at the same time to finish preparing for bed.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ There was a certain mutual understanding that Cyrus loved you but also needed his space. His adoration could be felt in most situations. You were gifted anything you could want and spent your days in allowed leisure. It was pleasant. Though, you found yourself desiring more of his time. He was so busy. Galactic took all his attention, and you desperately wanted some of it. So, you found some. Turning on the bath, you watched as the automated tub began to fill. Some oil was poured in to help with relaxation and tension as you called out to Cyrus that the bath was going to be ready soon. As he got up to head into the bathroom, you followed after him.

☄️ His gaze was nothing but curious. A simple request left you. Showering together. He blinked, clearly not overly sure as to whether to agree. But… He ultimately did nod. The shower head came on as he sat down on the stool. Your eyes trailed over his bare body… While you worried for his health sometimes, seeing him like this reassured you that he still took care of himself. You came over to help him scrub his back, making a sigh leave him. In turn, he helped was your own, carefully bringing the wash cloth up and down your back. It almost felt like a massage. With yourselves cleaned, you both finally got into the bath, which had been fully filled.

☄️ Cyrus closed his eyes as he sunk to his nose in the bathwater. You giggled and relaxed in the large tub. The water was the perfect amount of hot – You really felt like you could relax. The steam rose while the oil added a lovely aroma. There was a silence between you both but not an uncomfortable one. Being within each other's presence was so lovely to you. A likely inordinate amount of time passed with you two just soaking before he rose up. Stepping out, you imitated him. Catching him from behind, you hugged him. He tensed for a moment before sighing. Well, you certainly felt refreshed and closer to your boyfriend.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 Your beloved boyfriend had been busy. Even more so than he usually was. It had been frustrating, but he was clearly not going to protest the overtime. Geeta may truly be heartless. Or trying to get him to quit. Both? Either way, you felt desperate to help him relax and spend time with him. So, you filled up the tub in the apartment's bathroom and forced him to stay in for the evening. Getting him into the bathroom, you got him to sit in the tub. He stared at you with little reaction. You knew he would likely let himself soak, but you really felt desperate to spend any amount of time with him. Your clothes were off as you managed your way into the admittedly small tub. He cocked a brow up at you. The explanation was simply that you wanted to help relax.

🍙 You found yourself scrubbing those greying, dark locks of his as he let out a hum. The shower hose came out as the suds were rinsed out. Helping him was his back. You were caught off-guard when he asked you to turn around. A bit clumsily, you felt him scrub your back with your wash cloth. It was easy to relax as he finished up. Leaning back in the water against him, you felt your sigh. Age had made him a little soft as the water floated around you both with slight bubbles from the soap. It was a pleasant warmth. His arms locked around your waist.

🍙 Though, all things must come to an end. The drain was pulled up, and the water slowly disappeared into the pipes. A towel was wrapped around you while he dried himself off and headed towards the bedroom to change into some pyjamas. You hummed at the sight of the man in just a towel. He seemed more at ease than moat evenings. Maybe he would even stay awake a little longer so you could cuddle with him more. You followed him out with a plan.

🌿N👑

🟢 The green-haired man's travels brought you to many far corners of the world. While you two always returned to Unova, it was not uncommon to spend awhile in whatever region his dragon brought you both two. Today, it was Kanto. The only hotel with a reasonable rate certainly was not one necessarily intended for resting as its primary purpose – but it was nice enough for you to ignore that. N certainly had not been aware of its true purpose, at least. You found yourself in the bathroom, watching as the tub filled up. A bath fizz had been added, giving the water a mint-ish tinge in hue. Steam rose as you moved to get N from the massage chair he was messing with to join you in the bathroom.

🟢 He was utterly fascinated by the water colour. Immediately, he was ready to get in, but you informed him that you should both wash up first. The shower hose came out quickly. N was always quite quick in the bathroom, which concerned you just a bit. So, you helped him shampoo his hair, hands thoroughly going through the long strands. Despite everything, it was so fluffy to the touch. Rinsing out the suds, you applied some conditioner. As you went to wash your own hair, N offered to help you. Sitting down in the stool, you felt his hands tenderly scrub against your scalp. The suds formed quickly with a pleasant scent. He soon imitated as you had and rinsed the suds out. Enough time had passed for you to rinse out the conditioner. Soon, you both entered the tub to soak in the water.

🟢 You watched as N closed his eyes and sunk up to his chin in the water. His hair was tied up by hair, sitting in a bun. A sigh left you. This was quite a nice change of pace. Your hand found his in the water and held it. Times passed with little acknowledgement from you both. Then, suddenly, he brought his hand to the side of the tub and accidentally hit the jacuzzi button. The bubbles shocked him out of the water. You remained in as he watched bubbling water curiosity. It seemed that he had never seen a jacuzzi tub before. A simple explanation made him nod as he joined you again. Soon, however, you both tired of the tub and got out to ready yourselves for bed. Bathing with N had been quite a pleasant experience.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The blond was far too startling. He had brought you out to the Icelands. The cold winds lapped at your skin as you stayed close to him. He led you expertly, clearly showing no hesitation in his steps. Soon, you found yourselves in an enclave with steaming water in the centre of a rock formation. You watched as he stripped away his layers to leave himself bare. His grey eyes pierced through you. A silent question of why you were not imitating him. So, you did. The cold air felt even worse. He entered the water with little hesitation. You joined him quickly, desperate for any kind of warmth. The water was a perfect counter to the chill of Icelands.

⭐️ Volo relaxed in the water, closing his eyes. You shifted near him, watching a few wild pokemon soak within the water. This spring was not unknown to you, but you had used the one within the Pearl clan settlement. An arm came across your shoulders to pull you into him. His muscular body instantly caught your attention. Scars decorated his skin. His eyes were distant as they glanced up at the starry sky twinkling above you both. It was relaxing, admittedly. The two of you alone in a near romantic situation. You found yourself at ease as something of a light conversation transpired between you both.

⭐️ Eventually, it had to come to an end. You both stood and dried yourselves off as quickly as one could. The cold ate at you both each moment wasted. Clothing came back on just as quickly. Your hand grasped his own as he led you along again. This time – You more at ease. Despite everything, he clearly did love you. The opportunity to attack at your most vulnerable had been near him, yet he made no such actions. His hand tightened around your own as you lost yourself in thought.

[thedarkcircuswritings]

🎉 The (Late) New Years 🎉

Shadow Milk is definately very delighted when you want to spend New Year's Eve with him, mostly because he knows that you'll be his even after the ball drops.

After all, who else would you rather be intertwined with other than the beastly jester himself?

Shadow Milk uses strings to wrap around your waist and pull you in close for the last kiss of the year.

After that will be the biggest party the jester has ever created! A party is needed for New Years, after all!

Even so, Shadow Milk still spends most of his time with you, giving you kisses all over and clinging onto you eagerly. Why would he ever want to leave the side of his doll?

He still hasn't let go of you, even when the party comes to an end.

Fancypants, of course, also holds a party on New Year's Eve, although it is something much more upper-class and luxurious, with sparkling water, the best foods chefs can offer, and even a front-row seat to a classy fireworks show.

Even with all of the sparkles and flashes, his eyes are still on his most expensive thing yet: you.

Fancypants is at your every beck and call, making sure everything is perfect for you on this night. After all, you deserve the world!

Starlo feels his heart skip a beat when you decide to spend New Years Eve with him, and he's one clingy cowboy for the night, smothering you with kisses and reminding you how much he loves you.

There's nothing too fancy for when it becomes the New Years, simply spending the night with Starlo, keeping him close, and wrapping each other up with sweet nothings.

Hornet doesn't exactly celebrate New Year's Eve or New Years, considering her society is much different than ours, but she does have something to show you when you decide to spend the night with her.

Instead of sparkling juice or loud fireworks, the night sky is lit up with soft fireflies that dance in coordinated precision, creating a quiet ballet for you and her to admire until the sun begins to rise.

When the morning sun hits your faces, Hornet bows to you and asks for you to be her first duel for the new year. It would be an honor to be her first fight to be with you, after all.

Lear has made many extravagant and luxurious preparations to this day. He's a prince, after all, he has to make all of these spectacular things happen... and yet his eyes stay on you for the night, and he can't pull his gaze away ever since you chose to spend your New Years with him.

Even as the cheers of trainers and Pokemon surround the night, Lear's mind is on you, wondering if this will be the year he could make you his royalty.

Lear doesn't want to outwardly show that to you of course- he's not blushing, it's just the light that's playing tricks on you!

Bill is both ecstatic and disappointed about the New Years. Ecstatic since his disciple chose to spend the time with him, but also disappointed since he was told that he couldn't plunge the world into complete chaos. But fine, if that's what you wanted...

...Although maybe he could bend time a little to spend more of it with you? Just a bit?

You're the one who chose him to be with, it's not his fault time decided not to start the New Years yet! Although Bill might have to answer to Time Baby later.

It's at least worth it for you, just so he could have you close and see you smile...

Maybe when the night does end, you can figure out how badly a triangle can actually blush.

Star Dividers: here!!

[ya-bug-boy]

Hybrid Lear x Human Reader

You had similar stories of this before, where an otherwise ordinary human dies then appears in a world of fantasy, who then goes on to live a new fulfilling life surrounded by new friends and adventure. So initially, you weren't able to anticipate the sort of life you'd end up living once you crossed from your old world to the next. Only to end up as someone's human pet.

When you were found, you were taken away by the royal guard, for Lear to determine what to do with you next. Only for him to deem a befitting role for you as his new human pet. Humans weren't rare in this world, but they were certainly less special compared to hybrids. The kingdom you fell into, falling from the sky, was not safe for humans, making your appearance exceptionally odd.

The castle workers are cruel to you with the exception of a few. The two handlers that were closest to the prince and the connections the older male is able to procure for you. You have access to medicine and decent food but that is all the comfort you would ever really receive from this world.

Lear mistreats you. He berates and insults you. But he never strikes you. His servants do instead, behind his back.

Then came an incident where Lear was attacked in public by a dissenter. Despite how he treats you, you took notice of the impending attack, and pushed him of the way.

---

Lear hates humans. Hybrids are always superior in terms of skills and strength. His hatred towards them stems from how his mother had died, another human killed by another fellow human.

So when this stranger appeared, he treated them as a toy. What he didn't anticipate was for this human to protect him. He watched as the human he mistreated took staggered footsteps before him, their gaze connected to each other, before the disheveled man fell onto to the ground, choked on his own words.

The dissenter was apprehended and you were taken away for medical treatment. It was here he would discover the extent of the abuse you had suffered that came at the hands of his castle servants.

Lear looked at your sleeping body with scorn as he always did, but then he is reminded of your last waking moments, your life almost spent to save his. The shock of that moment was too similar to how his mother had died, using her body to protect her hybrid child. He seethes in a silent rage, punishing the guilty servants, and secretly visiting you at night.

This night, he would be surprised to see you awake, coughing up water when you look surprised to see him.

He asks flat questions to your well being. You answer them in a soft words but that only seems to anger him more. Why would you go as so far to save the one person that has allowed so much torment and cruelty towards you? That could have been easily a moment for escape, an revenge that wasn't yours to plot.

"It just seemed like the right thing to do," you finally croak.

He's baffled by your answer. Baffled by your stupidity. Baffled by your simple mindedness. Shouting at you at how little and small you are.

But he's left speechless when you finally speak again, "Prince Lear. Please don't let the hands that ignore me when I'm attacked be the same hands that comforts me when you think I'm asleep at night. Just choose one version of how you treat me. I can't take much more of your gentle torment."

He stops. He stares. He grinds his teeth. He stops to look at you one last time before he leaves.

[msjarvis]

They are babies and we must protect them at all costs… 🥹

Couple life goals at its finest! 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you for sharing, Dearest… ✨💖✨

giiiirl if you say Cielito is bi in your mind now I need to know if she like came out to Javi or how she approached the topic like was she scared of how he was going to react? I need to know everything pleeeease

Brunettes

summary: Javier asks a question you aren't expecting.

rating: T (coming out, language, Javi's continued hate of Harrison Ford)

pairing: Javier Peña/bi!reader

words: 793

a/n: Okay, okay, okay, I’ll tell you my bi!Cielito coming out headcanon. Now, again, this is just how I imagine things would go down. So, Javi figures it out on his own. Lmao I've written you a drabble on how the conversation would go. I hope you enjoy!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon that was being spent in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt as you lay atop your boyfriend’s bare chest on the couch. Your ear was to his skin, and you were soothed by his heart's strong, steady beat while you watched some romantic comedy playing on cable.  

“She’s so fucking gorgeous,” you said without thinking—you were pretty sure the actress’s name was Salma Hayek.

“I guess.”

You moved to look at his face. 

“You guess? Do you have eyes?”

He looked at you with a frown. 

“Yeah, I do have eyes, and I think you’re even more gorgeous.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

He pinched your ass, and your body tensed. “Stop that shit—I’m serious.”

You sighed, having a hard time believing he was telling the truth. “Fine.”

He grabbed a handful of your backside, and you both went back to lying on him and watching the movie. 

A few minutes later, he broke the silence. “Cielito?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna ask you something, and you don’t have to answer. I’m just curious.”

“Okay…?”

“Are you… also attracted to women?”

The question had your heart rate speeding up. 

“Um, wow, we probably should’ve talked about this sooner. I mean, we’ve been together for almost a month.”

It wasn’t something you’d been hiding from him. You just hadn’t known how to bring it up. 

“Your answer isn’t going to change anything,” he reassured. 

That made you feel better. 

“It wouldn’t bother you?”

“Why would it bother me? I don’t care if you’re attracted to men or women. All I care about is that you’re attracted to me.”

“I’m definitely attracted to you.”

“I know.”

“And yes, I do fancy ladies and dudes—I had a lot of fun in college. What gave me away?” 

“You mean besides when we watched Star Wars last week, and you thought I didn’t hear you whisper, ‘I’d love to be the middle in a Han and Leia sandwich’?”

“Oh, god, I’ve been obvious,” you said, pressing your forehead to his chest. 

He rubbed his hands over your back. “Yeah, you have.” 

You frowned, lifting your head to look at him. “You must hate it when I say someone else is attractive.” 

He met your eyes with a raised eyebrow. “Are you gonna fuck them?” 

“What? No.” 

“Are you gonna leave me for them?” 

“No. It’s never even crossed my mind.” 

“You can’t help if you find other people attractive—so no, I don’t hate it.” 

“Good—”

“—Unless,” he cut you off with a grumpy look, “it’s that asshole who plays Han Solo, ‘cause I’m pretty sure you have a crush on him with how many of his fucking movies you’ve seen and all the shit you know about him.” 

“Harrison Ford?” 

“Fucking Harrison Ford.” 

“Are you… jealous of Harrison Ford…?”

“No,” he answered a little too quickly. 

“Sure, Javi,” you said in a tone that said you didn’t believe him. 

“I’m not fucking jealous.” He smacked your ass, and you laughed. “He should be jealous that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.” 

“See—then there’s no reason to hate the guy since I’m dating you and only want you.” Leaning forward, you kissed him. You pulled back and asked, “Is it just because he’s a man it bothers you so much I like him? Or would you feel the same if it was a woman?”

He was pouting. “I’d feel the same…”

“Good.” You kissed the tip of his nose. 

“Is there a famous woman you like as much as that Ford guy?”

“Oh, I’m gonna let you figure that out on your own since you’ve got that big, sexy brain, and I wanna see if you can.”

You could see him thinking hard as he looked away with his eyes a little squinted. 

“Are you really trying to figure it out right this second?” you asked. 

“Hold on.”

“You’re not gonna figure it out a minute after asking the question.”

“There’s this actress,” he started, “I’ve noticed in a bunch of shit we’ve watched I thought might be your favorite, but I’m realizing you’ve just got a thing for brunettes.” He looked at you. “I don’t know her name, but I’m pretty sure it’s the woman in that movie we watched Thursday night.”

Your mouth fell open. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Am I right?”

“I’m just so fucking obvious.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“You wanna know who I have the biggest fucking crush on?”

He frowned. “…sure.”

“This amazingly perfect guy named Javier Peña who has me head over heels for him.”

He smiled. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah—“ You leaned forward to kiss him, continuing to speak against his lips, “—I’d pick you over the other two in a heartbeat.”

“Good.”

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[biromanticwritergal]

I have no idea what I'm going to do for NaNoWriMo this year. I feel very uninspired lately.

I just want to do well in my class and my energy has been low lately (season change on my new medicine, I'm guessing???). I need some energy because it's Shakespeare and I need to keep my grades up to stay in the honors society (no pressure lol).

Much More in the tags as per usual... :P

[readwritealldayallnight]

reader who is flexible / does yoga x simon who gets really flustered watching it? 👀

During those first few months of living together as flatmates, having gone from strangers who happened to have a friend in common to sharing a bedroom wall within 24 hours, you both learned a lot about each other

On your end, you learned that his presence in the flat was a rarity, gone for days if not weeks at a time before coming home. Even then, he usually was only back for short periods of time, most of it spent sleeping

You do discover that he’s an early riser however, much to your chagrin when the sound of his routine post workout shower wakes you up before the sun has ever risen

You learn that he’s a decent enough cook, but will always insist on helping in some way if he finds you in the kitchen working on something, no matter how simple or complicated the dish is

Over time you even find out how he prefers his tea in the morning and when you get the chance, try and surprise him with a warm drink waiting for him after his shower

When you know that he prefers to keep the flat a little cooler than you usually have it, you’ll turn the thermostat down a degree just before he comes home, just as he’s gotten into the habit of turning it back up for you on his way out, the gesture going unspoken between the two of you

Simon also learns a lot about you in the time since you’ve moved in

He learns all about your taste in music, a melody never not playing in the background of whichever room you’re occupying, often telling him the name of a song or artist you can tell he likes from the way his foot will tap or fingers will drum against his thigh

He discovers you’re a bit of a night owl, often hearing you in the kitchen baking some dessert or another at midnight, or talking on the phone with a friend. He never minds though. In one case he wakes up to sweet treats in the morning, and the other he gets to overhear your even sweeter voice chirping and giggling. And if one time a smile of his own graces his lips when he hears you telling your friend how you’re loving the new flat, and your flatmate “isn’t so bad on the eyes either”, then who’s complaining?

He finds out what your favourite take out food is, often surprising you with something on his return home, definitely not blushing under the mask if it earns him a hug or peck on the cheek as thanks

But one thing Simon learns about you early on, something that he thinks about not just at home but on base, in briefings, on missions, on helis and jets and trucks, is how part of your daily routine, is doing fucking yoga in the living room.

He’s been in countless situations most civilians could never even dream up, let alone withstand, and Simon under the mask that is Ghost always stays as cool and collected as any seasoned vet would

But seeing you in sweatpants, or leggings, or even worse when you’re wearing those shorts of yours, strolling into the living room with your yoga mat tucked under your arm, his pants instantly tighten every single time, knowing what’s to come (or rather who’s to c-)

Following along to your instructional video playing on the telly, paying him no mind as he sits in the adjoining kitchen as you bend into position after position, simply doing your nightly routine as you have for years now, unknowingly putting your flatmate through a torture he’s never endured before

Every time he’s lucky enough to witness you stretching your limbs, contorting your body into poses he couldn’t fathom doing himself, he finds his dreams that night filled with the very same images of you, though wearing far less clothing, and in his bed instead of a yoga mat, though he would take you anywhere let’s be honest

He always waits for you to finish your routine, be it a quick 15 minute stretch or a nearly hour long session, he remains and watches you until you leave, before he dares to stand with his arousal on full display through his pants, rushing to his room or bathroom to take care of business

He learns that he’s never felt more intense pleasure at his own hand than when he thinks of you, when he has has your face and body freshly imprinted on his mind as he finishes, imagining the heaven that it must be to have the real thing rather than his calloused fist

It’s interesting you see

You really like Simon, and you like when he’s home, like getting to know him and spend more time with him

And if you happen to learn that when you do your yoga routine out where he can see you, that he suddenly spends a lot more time in the flat than on base, coming home more and more often, no matter how short his stay is… well, who’s complaining?

[piroulinewafers]

saw your requests are open and had to indulgeee

could u write caleb smut with an extremely submissive reader. she gets very subby very easily so he has to take care of her to make sure she’s not putting herself at risk (would do anything to please him, literally anything).

soft dom caleb :3

hope this isn’t a problemmmm <3

𝐚/𝐧: i fuck with this heavy anon... i think caleb would definitely be the sort to completely drop everything the moment his lover started to show any signs of reckless selflessness, especially in their pursuit of pleasuring him. i initially wrote something else for this, but i think it veered away from the original prompt and focused more on an overstimulated reader, post-coitous. maybe i'll probably post it at a later date hm..

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! very subby reader 𝐜𝐰: smut + idk sexual inexperience ? 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

“open your mouth for me, baby,” 

caleb’s large, rough hand cupped her delicate chin, tilting her face up towards him. his intense violet eyes practically bored into her, dark with lust and a hint of worry that had taken a backseat to his most primal desires. with his other hand, he gripped the thick base of his impressive erection, the swollen head already glistening with pre.

obediently, she parted her lips without hesitation, her pink tongue darting out to moisten them nervously. caleb took advantage of her obedience, rubbing the leaking tip against the soft, flush flesh of her bottom lip.

her breath hitched as she felt the hot, hard length of him pressing against her mouth. the musky scent of his arousal filled her nose, making her head dizzy with a heady mix of nerves and desire. she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity of his focus as he watched her every reaction like a hawk.

her heart pounded in her chest, breaths coming in short, eager gasps as she looked up at him, small hands wrapping around his heavy shaft and making a sloppy attempt to jerk him off.

it was clear that she was inexperienced, new to this whole world of power and submission, but she was eager to lear, eager to please. caleb did so much for her, was always giving everything and then some just to make her happy. this… this was the least she could do for him, right? to make him feel just as good as he made her feel.

admittedly, she was nervous, sitting between his legs with his cock pressed against soft lips. she ran her tongue over her teeth, worrying idly at the idea of them getting in the way or her being unsure how to use her tongue.

she wanted so badly to please him, to make him feel as good as he always made her feel. the thought of his pleasure, his satisfaction, consumed her mind. even if she wasn’t the most skilled, even if her mouth was too small to take him properly, even if it hurt… she was determined to try her best.

her throat constricted as she parted her lips, trying to relax and accept the hard, pulsing flesh pressing insistently against her mouth. her little tongue flicked out, lapping tentatively at the salty drops of precum that leaked from the tip of caleb’s cock.

the taste of him, the scent of his arousal, drove her mad. she wanted to taste more of him, to feel him throbbing on her tongue, to hear his breathy moans and low praises directed at her.

but as caleb pushed forward, sliding his thick length past her lips, she felt a surge of panic. her jaw ached as she stretched her mouth wide to accommodate his girth, and her tongue began to throb uselessly from the pressure. 

every ridge, every vein of his massive cock, she could feel it. tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she fought against her gag reflex, as it clenched and spasmed helplessly around the intrusion stretching her throat.

her small hand pumped what little of his shaft wasn't in her mouth, the skin of his cock sliding slickly between her fingers. he was so big, so much bigger than anything she'd ever taken before, and even the pornos she had watched in an attempt to try to ‘practice’ didn’t seem to help her in the moment. 

her small hands gripped caleb’s muscular thighs, nails digging into the firm flesh as she tried to ground herself. the sounds she was making were anything but sexy— wet, gagging noises that echoed obscenely in the room as she struggled to breathe through her nose. 

drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her chest and nightshirt. she could feel it pooling in her throat, making it even harder to breathe as caleb’s cock pressed deeper, demanding more from her.

despite the discomfort, despite the way her throat burned and ached and her face was clearly flushing concerningly, she didn’t pull away. she focused on the sounds of caleb’s pressure, on the low groans and grunts that rumbled in his chest as she worked her mouth over his cock. the knowledge that she was the one causing that pleasure, that she was the reason for the blissful expression on his handsome face, spurred her own.

caleb groaned, his hips flexing as he fought the urge to thrust into the hot, tight clutch of her throat. he could feel her struggling, could hear the nasty gagging noises she made as she tried valiantly to please him. the sight of her, so small and dainty, with his huge cock stretching her lips obscenely wide, was incredibly erotic but just as much concerning with her face flushed a deep, almost mottled red.

he gripped her hair tighter, not to force her deeper, but to steady her as he felt her struggling. 

“fuck, baby, i think that’s enough,” he said, his voice strained, a mixture of pleasure and concern. “you’re pushin’ yourself too hard…”

despite his words, she redoubled her efforts, tears of determination in her eyes. she was terrified that he was pulling away because she wasn’t pleasuring him well enough, that her inexperience and clumsy technique was falling short. the thought made her heart clench with fear and disappointment in herself. 

caleb, sensing her distress, tightened his grip on her hair and exerted gentle but firm pressure to pull her off of his cock. she resisted for a moment, before the force of his tugging overpowered her, and she was forced to release him with a gasp and a sputter, falling into a cough fit almost immediately after.

wide, anxious eyes peered up at him as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “c-caleb, did i do something wrong? i-i’m sorry, i was just tryin’ to make you feel good…” 

her body trembled, small hands coming up to grip the fabric of her nightshirt nervously. she felt small and insignificant compared to caleb’s imposing presence, terrified that she had failed to please him when he had practically spent his whole life taking care of her.

“shh, no, of course you didn’t do anythin’ wrong, baby,” caleb murmured soothingly, his large hand cupping her delicate jaw. he brushed his thumb gently over her tear-stained cheek, wiping away at the evidence of her distress. “you could never disappoint me, who told you that? probably that pretty little head of yours, hm?” he gently ruffled her hair, trying to tighten the mood.

“you’re just… not ready to be takin’ me that deep. i don’t want you hurtin’ yourself just to please me.” 

she swallowed thickly, eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she gazed up at him. “b-but i wanted to make you feel good, like you always make me feel good,” she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. 

“listen to me,” he insisted firmly, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to meet his eyes. “i could never be disappointed in you, not for trying your best. and who’s to say i didn’t feel good? but even then, i don’t want to feel good it it’s at the cost of your well-being.” 

caleb’s hands slid down to rest on her shoulders, giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “i care about you too much to let you push yourself too hard,” he explained softly. “you come first, you will always come first to me. i want you to enjoy this as much as i do, not dread it because you’re scared of messin’ up.” 

her breath hitched as she listened to caleb’s soothing words, her heart swelling. she nuzzled into his gentle touch, craving his comforting warmth as her eye’s fluttered shut. 

she knew he was right, that he could never be disappointed in her for trying. but it still made it hard for her to accept that she was enough as she was without needing to prove herself constantly. 

“i mean it,” he insisted once more, his voice low and sincere. “you’ve already made me happier than you know. the fact that you’re willing to try new things, even when you’re nervous… that means everything to me.” 

he brushed a stray lock of her behind her ear, fingers lingering on her cheek. “i think we should call it a night for now, though,” he said, a playful smirk tugging at his mouth as he tried to ease the mood. it was the truth. admittedly, he couldn't really get aroused knowing she was hurting herself for him.

“as much as i enjoyed that, i don’t want you pushin’ yourself too hard, little miss. but next time.. i'll pull out all the stops for you. ”

she blushed at his words, a giggle bubbling up in her throat. she knew he was speaking lightly, but the thought of having another chance to please him sent a thrill through her. 

“okay,” she agreed quietly, eyes sparkling with a mix of lingering desire and exhaustion. “i trust you, caleb. but… but i can’t wait for another chance to make you feel good.” she hesitated for a moment.

“will you, um, teach me? what makes you feel good, i mean?”

caleb grinned, heart swelling with affection for his sweet girl. he knew he was lucky to have her, and he silently vowed to take care of her, to never let her push herself too hard. 

because in his eyes, she was perfect just the way she was— clumsy, anxious and loving every second of pleasing him. and that was more than enough. 

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey! I love your Cregan fics💕 is it okay if i ask for another fluff Cregan fic?👉👈 i just can't get enough of Cregan fluff

Poison Berries

Who would win? 100 tongues slandering the lady of Winterfell or 1 Cregan Stark?

Cregan Stark x Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, insecurities, implied body shaming, protective!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: this is totally me projecting cos my sis and i got body shamed today. it be ur own family i swear

"Where is my wife?" is the first thing Lord Stark says when he returns from his errands. He grunts as he dismounts his horse, eyes fixed upon the stable boy who takes his horse by the reins.

He grunts again at the lack of response and explains, "she told me she would be here when I returned."

The boy shrugs, "I don't know, milord. 've not seen milady all day."

He huffs and nods. He decides to simply look for you in your shared chambers, thinking you would probably be there. Finding your quarters empty, he heads to the library, then the solar, the kitchen, and soon- "where is my wife?!" is heard and repeated all across Winterfell.

Someone tells him you went into the woods to forage, and so naturally, he asks who you left with. He receives no name, and quickly it dawns you had left the safety of stronghold alone. His heart races. How long have you been out? By the old gods, how long have you been out?

Cregan mounts his horse at once and patrols the land. He screams your name out so loudly it disrupts the surrounding wildlife.

He snaps when he hears a response. He is unmistaken; that was your voice calling out his name. Quickly, he answers your call and rides toward you. He nearly leaps from his horse when he spots you, face crestfallen, hair frosty.

He calls your name again, much softer now, voice laced in worry. He captures your cheeks in his hands, hissing when he feels it's unnatural coolness, "are you well?"

You hold a guilty expression as he moves to rub your shoulders.

"Why have you left unaccompanied?" Cregan huffs hotly, his breath condensing with the air, "has something happened?"

"Cregan-" you place your hands on his chest. He stops rubbing your arms.

He watches how you lower your gaze. His face hardens with concern, "my love, speak to me."

You look up at him, eyes now pinkish and teary.

His jaw clenches. He huffs through his nostrils.

"I overheard... ..."

Cregan's expression softens. He clutches your cheeks, "speak," he rubs your skin with his thumbs, "I implore you to speak."

Your sigh turns to fog. You shrug, "they do not think I... I am a true Northern bride."

"True?" he snaps, "you are a Northern bride," he brushes your hair back, "I am Northern and you are my bride."

Your tears become too heavy.

Cregan's stomach churns as he wipes your tears. He hushes you and mutters under his breath, "there can be no truer bride than that of the Lord of Winterfell's."

"I fare horribly in the cold."

"You will grow accustomed to it."

"I do not know how to start a fire."

"Then I shall teach you, if you must lear-"

"But I do not look the part!"

Cregan's face drops.

Your tears begin to turn to frost. Your voice is small, "I do not look like the other ladies. I do not wear the furs well, I do not look shapely... I feel beastly. I was not forged by steel as you are, husband."

He rubs your cheeks, determined to warm you, "and who would slander my wife? Force her to feast on lies?"

You scoff and lower your gaze

"Would that you need be forged by steel-"

You shake your head, "it does not matter."

"It matters greatly," he releases your cheeks, "I will have them answer to their accusations," he clenches his fists, "and we shall see how their furs suit them when they've wet them."

You look up at Cregan, brows furrowing at the sight of his increasing fury.

"I would have them grovel," he mutters, "and sentence them to the Wall if they do not-"

You lips part, "Cregan-"

"Do they believe I would not do that much for the lady of mine own house? My lady?"

"Cregan," you rub the collar of his cloak.

He examines you. A line forms between his brows as he reaches for your wrist.

You look at each other for a moment. His thumb rubs circles on your skin. You raise your brows, "I... I picked a few berries for you," you turn to the basket that laid forgotten on the ground.

His gaze shifts to it.

"Though, I must admit... I am uncertain if they are edible."

He chuckles and takes your hand in his. He kisses your knuckles.

You offer him a soft smile.

The man hums, "perhaps we shall see by feeding them to the slanderers."

You whip your head back, "Cregan."

"A jest... a jest, my lady."

[scoupsakakitty]

One Shot Stories

S.coups:

More Than Friends angst, fluff

Silent Flames angst, fluff

The Edge Of Us angst, fluff

Front Row Hearts fluff

Under Pressure angst, fluff

Behind closed Doors angst, fluff

Next Chapter angst, fluff

A Rose for Every Regret fluff

Knock Knock angst

Silent Apologies angst, fluff

Lost In The Crowd angst, fluff

Cover Up angst, fluff

In the Moment angst

Jeonghan:

Cold Love angst, fluff

Snowflakes fluff

The Call fluff

Coffee Shop fluff

I Want You To Be Mine angst, fluff

Joshua:

Drowning in Us angst

Runway to my Heart fluff

Safe With You fluff

Jun:

Cherry Blossom fluff

Unexpected Reveal angst, fluff

By Your Side, Always fluff

Hoshi:

Five Years Apart fluff

Timing is Everything fluff

Beautiful angst, fluff

Beautiful pt.2 fluff

Wonwoo:

Secrets and Suspicions fluff, slightly seductive

It Was Always You angst, fluff

Before You Go angst, fluff

Every Night with You fluff

Woozi:

A Beat of Fate fluff

Learing to Care Again angst, fluff

The Secret Between Us angst, fluff

Public but Private fluff

Ten Years Too Late fluff

Mr.Producer fluff

Ruby fluff

DK:

Fan Letter fluff

Almost too Late angst, fluff

Morning Bliss fluff

Mingyu:

In the Spotlight fluff

Where Friendship Meets Fate fluff

More than Words fluff

Childhood Love fluff

Please Don‘t Leave Me angst

Please Don’t Leave Me pt.2 fluff

Like Cotton fluff

Like Cotton pt.2 fuff

Family Surprise fluff

Life With You fluff

Misunderstood Intentions angst, fluff

The8:

Safe in Your Arms angst, fluff

A little Life angst, fluff

Chasing The Unknown fluff

Seungkwan:

Flowers fluff

The Letter You Never Sent angst, fluff

Like Sunshine fluff

Vernon:

Misunderstanding angst, fluff

Unspoken Feelings fluff

Eyes on You fluff

Hidden Moments fluff

Burning Jealousy angst, fluff

Dino:

Closer Than Ever fluff

Meeting the Family fluff, slightly seductive

Lean and Strong fluff, male reader

Caught in the Firelight angst, fluff

Happy Birthday fluff

Say my Name angst, fluff

14th Member:

Under Pressure angst, fluff

Unspoken Tears angst, drama

Lean on Me fluff

Wingmen and Wings fluff, slight angst

Cold Love angst, fluff

Through the Storm angst, fluff

Distance Hurts angst, fluff

Seungcheol Approved fluff

Out of Reach angst

All Eyes on You fluff

Betrayal Under The Stage Lights angst

Betrayal Under The Stage Lights pt.2 fluff

Under Their Wings angst

Black Dress fluff

Sleepy Snuggles fluff

Standing Together angst, fluff

Lost & Found at 3 AM angst, fluff

Late-Night Secrets fluff

Late-Night Secrets pt.2 fluff

Intruder In The Dark angst

Signed With Worry angst, fluff

Operation: No Surgery angst, fluff

Breaking the Ice angst, fluff

Respect is Non-Negotiable angst, fluff

Secret Love fluff

The Fake Hickey Prank fluff

Ten Years Too Late fluff (woozi)

Love Languages fluff

Say my Name angst, fluff (dino)

Misunderstood Intentions angst, fluff (mingyu)

[leggerefiore]

Fuuucckkk I had this promot in my head right after Christmas... whatever I'll just send it now before I forget lol

Your S/O getting back from work and opening the bedroom door to you failing to wrap yourself in a present ribbon sexily and being in a tangled mess

cw: 18+ content, not explicit, comedy

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus, Lear, Grimsley, Nanu, Rika, Cyllene

It was supposed to be easy.

Really, you had followed the guide online and tried desperately to get the ribbon to dip in your curves and extenuate everything you wanted it to. Sexy had been the goal… A nice surprise to greet your beloved after work. Except… Well, it did not go that way. Not at all.

Your arm ended up stuck behind your back, while your other could not reach where you needed it to get out of the situation. Awkwardly, you laid out on the bed you planned to pose on, struggling to escape the trap you had got yourself in. Sexy, certainly you were not, flailing like a Magikarp on land. It was an odd form of torture.

It only grew worse when you heard the bedroom door open.

Your eyes went wide as…

▲Ingo▼

● It had been a bit earlier than he expected when the Subway Boss had been able to pull away from work. Heading home was a special treat for the holidays. He wanted to argue. Of course, when he got home, he had been a bit shocked by how quiet the apartment was. All the lights were off, and there was no sound of his partner making any sound. Concern entered his mind, but he opted to check the bedroom first before getting stressed out. Naps could happen at any time, after all. He found himself opening the door with careful regard on possibly not disturbing them. However, the sight that greeted him was far more mind-boggling.

● Candles were lit in the bedroom as he saw you “wrapped” up on the bed, frozen in your spot. The sight of you scantily clad would have normally made him more flustered, but he felt far more concerned by how your arm was stuck behind you. He rushed to your side to help undo the knot while asking what had transpired to cause this circumstance. You remained silent, clearly flustered by being spotted in your struggle. In the end, the mood was ruined. Ingo was far too concerned, and you were exhausted from your struggle. An evening of cuddling on the couch was had instead.

△Emmet▽

○ The younger twin had managed to get off earlier than usual, having sped around to finish up all his duties as quickly as he could. He had the full intention of going home and seeing his darling. Oh, he had been so busy! Verrrry busy. Emmet felt so exhausted from the tireless work of the holidays and excited by the prospect of getting some time alone with his partner. He crept into the home, wishing to surprised them. However, he was caught off-guard by the darkness. Tilting his head, he walled through the apartment. Were they napping? He opened the door of the bedroom and peered inside. The sight made him freeze.

○ You were laid out on the bed, tied up uncomfortably in an attempt at lingerie. His cheeks puffed out as he began to laugh at the sight. Your expression was pure mortification. The seduction attempt had failed hard, it seemed. He walked towards you, clearly coming to free you from the binding fabric. Well, that was what you thought. His eyes were dark as he pinned you down. “Mmm… I can tie you far better, darling,” the smile on his lips was simply too mischievous. Your arm was freed, but your wrists were caught instead by him. It seemed the lingerie still had been effective. Task… failed successfully?

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The Galactic Boss had the full intention of working as late as he could, but his staff simply seemed intent on getting off. It was annoying. He had not picked workers like this. Even his commanders wanted off to do whatever people did this time of year. Dates, from his understanding. He grumbled as he walked in the snowy weather towards his apartment. Whatever, he would demand overtime in exchange for this. He found himself at his front door before he knew it, stepping inside to a dark home. Tensing up for a moment, he wondered if something had happened. It was not that late. Heading to the bedroom, he opened the door to go change into lounge clothes. Instead, he was greeted by a sight.

☄️ You were frozen in place on the bed with a mess of fabric wrapping your body. Your arm was stuck behind your back. A sigh left Cyrus. What in the world was this supposed to be? You barely had time to react as he walked past you with the intent of changing still on his mind. This was disrupted by you calling out to him. He turned around and glanced at you. A simple tug at a knot had you freed from your fabric prison. “… I'm unsure what you were attempting with this,” he murmured before finally getting out of his work clothes. You caught him before he could redress himself, not wanting to give up. A sigh left him. It seemed that you were demanding more of his attention. … Well, he did have some frustrations to work out, he supposed.

👑Lear💎

🪙 The prince finally broke away from his duties with the full intention of retreating into his quarters and not being bothered until the following day. Truly, events had been happening left and right and requiring his oversight and attention. A break was something he felt immensely desperate for. He found himself walking through his quarters while lost in thought. It had been a moment since he had alone time with his partner. A certain restlessness blossomed in his chest as his feet carried him faster to his bedroom. He only stopped when it came into view.

🪙 You sprawled out on his bed would be a welcome sight if you had not looked so strange. He had to take off his sunglasses to make sure the sight before him was not some strange illusion. You looked as if you were bound on his bed by colourful fabric. He stepped toward you as you clearly attempted to pretend you were not there. “… I'm not…” He found himself tugging you free of bindings of fabric, unintentionally leaving you completely bare to him, “D-did Hoopa do this!?” His reply made you burst out laughing from the absurdity of the thought. Hoopa… doing that. Somehow. He then got frustrated as you laughed at his assertion. There was no fun that night.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The Gambler decided against more than a quick game of roulette. It was the holidays, after all. He barely had any money after getting gifts… Of course, lady luck had been kind to him, and a big payout had come from his single game. Bring mindful for once in his life, he decided to play it safe and take his winnings home with him. Besides… He had a strange urge to spend the night with his partner rather than in the arms of his biggest vice. So, he entered the apartment and called out to you. It was dark, however. He blinked. Asleep already? He doubted that. Entering your bedroom, he peered inside. The sight greeting him made him chuckle.

♡ You were sprawled out on the bed in a bad attempt at present lingerie. He bad been there and done that… Not a good time. The embarrassment from being caught like that was plain to see from your body language. Grimsley easily untied you from your binding. Before you could go to attempt to explain it, he pressed his lips against your own. Icy eyes pierced your very being as he instead used the fabric to tie up your wrists in a lovely bow. “Oh, man, what a gift,” he teased, “… Of course, you don't mind if I indulge myself, do you?” It seemed you were in for a long night as he threw himself into his second-biggest vice.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 The Kahuna had been wandering Ula'Ula vacantly due to the increased tourist presence on the island. It always seemed to make the Tapu restless… Annoying as that was. He wondered if he should really spend his time intervening or just like the guardian deity act like he had for the store built on sacred grounds. It was mostly pointless, he felt. So, he found himself trailing back to Route 17, ready to turn in for the day. Nothing was happening. So, he opened the door to the station. He blinked at the sight greeting him.

🌑 You were on the floor, struggling to escape some kind of fabric wrapped around your body. The Meowths had gathered around you and watched on in various emotions. He stepped over and easily untied you from the mess you had seemingly gotten yourself into. You were now lying naked on his floor. “… I'm not even going to ask,” he deadpanned and moved to crash on the couch. You were clearly displeased with this response and followed after him. This resulted in him being pinned against the couch. It seemed you were not asking. Nanu just accepted his fate.

👔Rika🌶

🟤 Geeta could be a bit too demanding, Rika found. She was not the sort to usually complain, but she really wanted some time off. Work mode got tiding after a while, and all she wanted was to go home and crash. The holidays should not have been crunch time, but it always felt that way with the number of challengers jumping after getting their first pokemon. She rubbed her eyes as she finally found herself heading to her apartment. The door swung open to reveal a dark, quiet scene. Shaking her head, she turned her sights to the bedroom. Really… She was about to crash, too. A nap with her partner sounded wonderful. Yet… She stopped after opening the door. The sight on the other side made her blink a few times and reached to pull out her glasses.

🟤 You were bound on the bed in a clearly uncomfortable position with glittery fabric. She trailed over to the bed, red eyes, inquisitive and confused. “… I…” Perhaps it was the sheer tiredness from work, but she burst out laughing after attempting to speak. You looked at her with a far too huffy expression, making it worse. Eventually, she broke out of it enough to untie you from your ribbon prison. You crossed your arms over your bare chest as she attempted to grasp your shoulders. “Babe, I'm sorry,” she said between laughs, “Look, you have to admit it was funny.” You would later on. The mood, however, was very much destroyed.

🌙Cyllene🌌

🌕 The Survey Corps Captain felt as if her endless amount of work would suffocate her one day. Yet, she also found herself unwilling to pull away from it until she absolutely had to. Laventon had been expressing his concern far too frequently and made her simply stop for the evening. According to him, it was actually some holidays back in his home country, and seeing her work as usual was killing him. So, she took off early and headed to her home, watching as snow began to dust the village. Sliding open the door to her home, she took off her sandals and perked up her head to see… An odd sight.

🌕 You laid out on her futon, wrapped in strange fabric. Her hands were on her hips as you writhed and tried to escape the binding of them. How had this happened… She felt a headache forming just attempting to think this through. It was no doubt self-inflicted, at least. You seemed flustered as she came forward and pulled out a short sword she always kept on her person. The blade cut through the fabric and freed you from its hold. “… I'm only going to ponder what your goal is,” she remarked, not wanting an actual answer. This made you whine and reach out to embrace her. She was in no way seduced nor entertained.

[grandwretch]

headcanon: since steve likes star wars but doesn't really grok the scifi parts, i think steve really likes old samurai movies. he watched them all the time with grandpa otis, who showed him seven samurai after steve liked magnificent seven so much. even though steve isn't the greatest reader, he's read a few biographies of famous samurai like musashi miyamoto and even read macbeth to better understand throne of blood.

when dustin shows him star wars for the first time, steve is like oh wow this is so cool! and dustin is like i told you nerd stuff is fun! and steve is like nerd stuff? this isn't nerd stuff, this is hidden fortress with laser swords!

his favorite movie is lady snowblood (he likes a woman who could and would kill him), but he also has a major soft spot for kagemusha, which is the last movie he saw with grandpa otis before he passed away.

he doesn't bother telling keith about it during the movie interview because he knows family video doesn't stock his favorites-- he's checked before. however, late in '85 once keith starts trusting steve and robin to do new order movies, steve absolutely abuses his power to get his hands on a copy of the new Kurosawa movie, Ran, and forces Robin to watch it with him.

she's shocked he wants to watch something with subtitles, and even more shocked that when she asks him a question about the characters, he pauses the movie, gives her a fifteen minute speech on samurai culture, and then restarts it from the beginning.

after the movie is over, they argue for two hours over whether or not the movie was based on King Lear (Steve has no idea who that is) or the life of Mori Motonari (Robin has no idea who that is, either.) They're devastated when a magazine confirms they were both right, actually.

[cvntroach5000]

The Lads helping black reader maintain her curls

fem!reader, no use of y/n. zayne and rafayel refer to reader as "wife" (actual marital status irrelevant; in their heart you are always wife). caleb calls reader "buttercup" instead of the p-word

content warning: slight yandere vibes from sylus, the usual yandere vibes from caleb.

Xavier 💫

He wants to help, he really does

But it's so relaxing and you smell so good, he keeps dozing off

When he's focused, he actually does a pretty good job, but it takes forever for him to be done

Impatiently waits for your hair to dry, cause you can't lie down and cuddle with him when waiting for the products to absorb

Excitedly helps tie the bow of your bonnet when it's done and you can come to bed with him

If you wash your hair at his apartment, he revels in the lingering smell of you in his home

You're literally downstairs and he's curled up in his bed, sniffing your shampoo like "I miss her"

He can surprisingly do better braids than curls, cause he just focuses more on separating the strands and weaving them correctly, so he's too locked in to actually relax and fall asleep

Immediately tries to throw down if anyone tries to touch your hair or makes the slightest weird comment about your appearance

That shit makes him so incredibly mad, he could kill

Usually settles for at least a broken bone

Zayne ❄️

His steady surgeon hands are built for fine work like this

Enjoys this process a lot cause he gets to do something, but it's a relaxing activity

It took some practice for him to learn how to shape the curls properly, but he's gotten the hang of it at this point

Because of Caleb having helped with your hair since you were kids, Zayne is very keen on doing well, cause as your future husband, he can't afford to be anything less than perfect at this

That'd be embarrassing for him and unfair to you

Can do very good braids as well, just the right amount of tight without being too painful

Has basically developed a reflex where as soon as someone tries to reach for your hair, he'll grab their hand

"Please, refrain from touching my wife so casually."

He sounds calm but his eyes are so murderous, it sends people scurrying off before he can get angry enough to give them frostbite

Any time someone makes a weird comment about your appearance, this man unpacks a monologue about how beneficial high concentration of melanin is

Poor Zayne thinks people are just uneducated, but unfortunately a lot of the time they're also massive assholes

Rafayel 🪸

This is actually so exciting for him

There's moisture involved, he's practically sculpting your curls, it's art, you're beautiful, everything is wet. This is the life

You basically can't do your own hair anymore, cause this man insists on doing it for you

He's very talented at it, your scalp feels like heaven, and your curls are shiny and bouncy

Some woman at an event dinner tried touching your hair without permission, but Rafayel roughly grabbed her wrist before she could manage

"Do you also touch the artworks at exhibitions? Keep your hands off my wife."

He's kinda obsessed with your bonnets

He loves getting you ones with marine-themed patterns on it

And if you have one with a ribbon, he likes to elaborately tie it for you

You keep telling him he doesn't need to make the bow so intricate, since you're just going to relax, sleep and take it off in the morning, but he insists he likes giving you a cute little decoration

"You look like an adorable jellyfish~"

He can help you do braids as well, but actually prefers the curls and is better at doing them cause wet

Happy to pay for a salon too, if you want to get your hair done

One time a guy asked you "Where are you from?" in a really weird tone, so Rafayel replied "The ocean" and punched the guy in the stomach

Then he grabbed your hand and walked away, cause fuck that guy

Sylus 🥀

Ultimate provider of hair care products

He won't settle for any less than the best for his beloved

Learned how to help do your hair after he saw you painstaikingly maintaining your curls with pruney fingers

It took some effort but he has high standards, and wouldn't let himself not do justice to your beautiful hair

Gives you a massage when applying moisturising products into your hair

Hums a melody while he does so too

It's super relaxing, you can practically fall asleep when he does it

He's not usually one for delicate work—detailed, yes, but not delicate and soft—but for you, learning this skillset isn't an issue

Mentally clutching his heart every time he sees you wearing a bonnet because you're just so cute

If you even look at a picture of braids, he's already looking into salons and pulling out his card—If you wanna get braids done, say less

Anyone who tries to touch your hair is as good as dead

Weird remarks about your appearance? Worse off than dead

This man runs a criminal empire, what's another corpse to the pile

If there's anyone he must kill, it's those who would disrespect his beloved

Caleb 🍎

This guy knows more about your hair texture than you do, honestly

When you were kids, Josephine's idea of a solution was to straighten your hair with an iron and after he saw how your hair looked straightened he was like "Yeah, no way in fuck that's healthy" and got really into hair care

Never allowed granny near your head again, absolutely not

Has learned how to do a bunch of different braid styles to perfection, you don't even need to go to a salon

He hates to think of other people touching your hair, even if they're professionals literally just doing their job

The amount of bonnets you have cause this guy just keeps buying you more

Different colors, different patterns, with and without ribbon

He just really likes seeing you in different bonnets it's like an adorable little fashion show

Also you're wearing something he gave you, that you use regularly, meaning you'll think of him more and he loves that

He once broke a guy's arm after the dude touched your hair without permission

You had to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss your way out of the situation so Caleb wouldn't get arrested but you managed

Now that he's Colonel he can do it without making you worry he'll be arrested

Honestly anyone who's ever been weird about your hair and appearance since Caleb became Colonel has gone missing so

"Don't worry about it, buttercup. They're just worthless trash that had to be taken out~"

[jessamine-rose]

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Huhuhu I am back with more fluffy drabbles of Capitano x Damsel! Darling + an excuse to thirst over him in a different outfit. Now if you all excuse me, I will go back to crying over his recent Hoyofair appearance (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Note:: Fem reader who is smaller and weaker than Capitano, this is not a dark fic but it is connected to a yandere series

♡ 0.5k words under the cut ♡

By now, the Captain and his wife are a common sight in Zapolyarny Palace.

It makes sense, given the separation they must endure throughout Capitano’s missions. Usually, Damsel just stays in his office. But on one occasion, she is allowed to enter the training area reserved for him and his subordinates.

To the Fatui, it is a glorious occasion!! To be in the presence of the Captain’s wife, to glance at her while sparring. The rumors about her frail countenance and enigmatic gaze are true, as is her hobby for reading. Even now, seated in close proximity to the First Harbinger, she devotes her attention to the book on her lap.

The nearest soldier can’t help but examine the book. A dark twist on Heart of Clear Springs, roughly two hundred pages.

At the start of their training, Damsel had opened the book to the first page. She flips through the pages at a quick pace, unbothered by the noise in the room nor the guard standing next to her. Once in a while, Capitano pauses his lessons to speak to her.

A few hours later, Damsel closes the book, keeps it in her bag, and spends the next few minutes watching her husband. Either she is analyzing his swordsmanship or she is merely lost in her thoughts of the story’s ending. She did finish a novel in one sitting so—

Then she pulls an even thicker book out of her bag.

The soldier can only stare, dumbfounded, as Damsel opens the second book—a dark fairytale from the looks of it—and begins reading. But their thoughts are quickly interrupted by the ominous shadow looming over them.

✿ ⚘ 

“Would you like to return to my office?”

“Huh?” You look up, halfway through the introduction of the story’s supposed Prince Charming.

Capitano places his hand on your shoulder. His gauntlets are off, and his ebony hair is pulled into a high ponytail. He is still wearing his simple training uniform.

“You have been reading at a slower pace. Is it difficult for you to focus on your books?”

Oh, that.

“Not at all,” you tell him. You let go of your book to intertwine your fingers with his. “Besides, I was the one who insisted on coming here. It’s nice to see you in your element.”

A short pause. Beneath his mask, your husband’s gaze must be one of concern.

“Very well,” he concedes. “But if you feel even a fraction of discomfort, inform me at once.”

“All right.”

With that, you let go of his hand and stare down at your book. But you don’t focus on the printed text; rather, you look up once your husband has resumed his demonstration.

Picking up his sword, he spars with another batch of subordinates. The black fabric of the training uniform clings to his body, making it easier for his men to follow his movements—and for you to appreciate every inch of his muscles. It has been quite enjoyable to watch him between chapters.

You cover your face with the book, hiding your smile.

Prince Charming’s introduction can wait. Especially when you have such a lovely view in front of you.

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No One Noticed

Pairing: Javier Peña x Steve's Little Sister Reader Rating: Mature (for this chapter) Summary: You thought you'd never talk to Javier again... until a newspaper and a bouquet show up in your dressing room. Warnings: angst, yearning, pining, heartbreak, lying to your boyfriend, lying to your brother, lying to yourself that you can be perfectly normal about javier peña, jealousy, washington dc Words: 4,800

A/N: Listen, these two have some stuff to figure out, and as much as I want to post hot Javier Peña smut, I have a lot of feelings about them taking their time. (lol I say that and the next chapter will definitely have jealous Javi smut) Thank you to @devineconjuring for her dot eating. Her and @secretelephanttattoo's words of encouragement stopped me from rethinking this story, and I so very much appreciate them trying to coddle my brain.

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“Amazing show, sweetheart,” Elliott’s accent drips with the sweetness you tell yourself you adore. His hug is warm and it does make your heart beat a bit faster, but all you can think of is how good it would feel to have Javier’s deep voice congratulate you while his strong arms are wrapped around you. Elliott’s arms simply feel like settling. 

It’s ironic that your costar, not Javier, is now holding you. Javier was the one who helped you get this role. His support and belief in you, his gruff words of encouragement–those are what carried you through auditions and anxiety-riddled nights going over your lines. He saw something in you that you often failed to see in yourself. Elliott was just the cute co-star you thought could mend your broken heart. 

Elliott pulls back from the hug, his green eyes searching yours for a reaction. 

You remember to act again. Act happy, act okay, act satisfied, act like you didn’t feel the pair of brown eyes that you always dream about watching as you stood on stage.

“Thank you, El,” you respond warmly as you turn to your dressing room door. “I’ll meet you back out here in ten for the party. I just need to freshen up.”

“Of course,” he smiles, leaving a kiss against your lips. You feel like such a liar as you turn and walk into your dressing room, closing the door behind you. 

You flick on the lights, relishing in a bit of quiet after the whirlwind of the day. A bright bouquet lying on your vanity catches your eye. 

You run your hands over the delicate petals and notice a newspaper underneath them. Above the nameplate, there is sharp, neat handwriting in blue. Javi.

Tears spring in your eyes, your heart begins racing, and the pit in your stomach turns into butterflies. He was here.

You were incredible. I knew you would be. - Jav

Under his note, a number with a DC area code is written. The air leaves your lungs, and you let out a soft sob, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks when you realize he’s just a phone call away again. A small, fragile laugh escapes your lips.

You rip his number off the newspaper, much like you ripped the photo of him all those years ago. You place the flowers in the sink of your tiny powder room. Now, you’ll have a part of him in your dressing room.

A few drops of Visine and a fresh coat of foundation help hide the fact that you were just in tears over Agent Javier Peña before you head out to rejoin Elliott and the rest of the cast for the opening night party. Now that's acting.

—-

After an hour of galavanting, empty conversations, and congratulations, you make an excuse. Drooping your posture and yawning, you tell everyone at the party you’re not feeling well. Elliott offers to take you back to your place, like the gentleman he always is. Squeezing his hand, you thank him and tell him to enjoy the night. The drops of guilt inside you fade as you walk outside and pull the newspaper clipping out of your jacket, tracing your fingers across the slight indentations where Javi’s pen pressed against the paper as he wrote his number.

You shouldn’t call; you should just move on, learn to fall in love with Elliott, and take the safe route. He’s kind, handsome, and just your type. But he’s not Javier. So, you tuck yourself against a building a street away from the bar and call the number.

"Hello?" His voice. It’s exactly how you remembered it: deep and comforting. You feel like you could cry.

"Javi." You breathe out, your hand gripping the phone as if it’ll float away.

“Hey. Congratulations. You were incredible.”

“Thank you,” you sigh. God, you wish you could see him. Where is he? What is he doing? Did he go home and wait for your call? Does he miss you as much as you miss him? Has he found it just as impossible to move on? “The flowers are beautiful… and the newspaper?"

“I-I was hoping we could read the news together like old times?” A wide smile spreads across your face. You want nothing more, but the wounds are still fresh. You still feel shipwrecked, unmoored by him leaving you, your heart stranded. But, a sliver of hope lights in your heart when you think of that bouquet of flowers and the man waiting on the other end of the line.

“I’d… I’d like that. What’s your address?”

He rattles off his address. Arlington, of course.

“Is it okay if I—if I come over?” you ask, your heart pounding against your chest.

“Please,” he breathes out, more needy than you’d ever expect to hear him.

—-

Your foot nervously taps against the linoleum of the subway car, faster and faster with each stop that brings you closer to Javier’s apartment. 

Finally, the tinny speaker announces the Crystal City stop. You practically rush off the train and up the steps, the cool air breezing across your skin when you exit the station. The streets are quiet in the late night hour. A chill runs across your body, goosebumps pricking at your skin as you realize you’re getting closer to Javi.

1111 19th Street looms large. Damn, the DEA has money. It’s one of those constructions you hate, a cold and modern building that comes in and ruins the skyline.

Standing before the intercom, you take a deep, steadying breath before pressing the button next to his name. “It’s me,” you say into the box. The buzz sounds almost immediately, as if he’s been waiting by the door.

The elevator ride feels endless. There’s a ding for every floor you pass, numbers climbing on the little board above the doors, your reflection in the mirrored walls revealing your nervous anticipation. The silver doors part, and suddenly, you're standing in front of Javier’s apartment.

Before you can knock, the door swings open. Javier stands in front of you, just as handsome and perfect as you remember him, looking both nervous and hopeful. The deep brown eyes you've missed so much drink you in.

"Hi," you breathe, suddenly feeling shy. You can’t believe you’re here at Javi’s door. You know him far better than anyone you’ve ever known, the connection of months of phone calls, of falling for the man of your dreams, yet this is only the third time you've been with him in person. 

"Hi," he replies, his hand coming up to rest behind his neck. “Do you want to come in?”

“I didn’t come here to chit-chat in the hall, Jav.” Jav. You forgot how good it feels to say his name. He steps aside with a nod, and you can feel the way his body tenses as you step through the doorway.

You lay your purse on the dining table, its surface untouched as if he never uses it. You shrug off your jacket, Javier’s eyes following every movement as the thin straps of your navy blue tank dress reveal your bare shoulders.

Your eyes sweep across his apartment, noticing how big it is for a single person. So this is what your taxes go to, huh? It’s filled with the usual furnishings found in the modern mega-luxe apartments popping up all over and gentrifying the coastline of the Potomac. Dark hardwood floors, barren white walls, and expansive windows with a view they’d put on the postcards at the touristy gift shops. A modern black leather couch and matching chairs frame a glass-top coffee table. Sleek lines, shiny silver furnishings, zero warmth.

He stands, his shoulders tense. You wonder if your body mirrors his or if you’re able to conceal how nervous you are. It’s a strange feeling to know somebody as intimately as you know him and yet feel like a total stranger in his space.

“It’s… nice,” you muse, your voice echoing in the quiet. “You could probably afford a nice area rug in here; might cut down on the echo.”

“I don’t do a lot of talking,” he responds. 

“Mm,” you hum. You wonder if he’s just as lonely as you–if not more. 

“Did you want to take a seat? Want something to drink?” he asks. 

“What do you have?”

“Water or beer.”

“A beer’s good, thanks.”

You settle on the cool leather cushion of his couch, happy to finally take a seat on something soft. You’re exhausted. The adrenaline of opening night is long gone, only replaced by the memory of finding the flowers and newspaper left by Javi. You thought tonight would end in a celebratory drunken stupor, finally allowing yourself a night to relax, ultimately leading to you following Elliott back to his place where you’d close your eyes and imagine Javier as his lips were against your skin. Now, you’re in this sparsely decorated apartment trying to swallow down your nerves as you hear the clink of two beer bottles being opened. 

When Javier comes back, his movements are stiff, and his broad shoulders seem to carry a weight, as if he’s not only nervous but sad, too. You feel like he may be thinking the same thing when he looks at you. Your legs are crossed, with your hands folded delicately over your knees to stop yourself from fidgeting too much.

He sits next to you, just close enough for you to feel the warmth of him, to breathe in the aroma of him–tobacco, mint, and cinnamon.

There’s a silence that settles over the two of you as you both drink your beer. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s weighted with longing and words unsaid.

Javier clears his throat softly, looking at you from the corner of his eye, his hand gripping his bottle tight.

“I knew you’d be amazing,” he says. The low baritone of his voice transports you back to all those months spent on the phone–his deep voice wishing you good night, telling you stories he thought he’d never share with anybody, believing in you and your talents.

You can feel a tear prick in your eye. You try to blink it away, but it disobeys and rolls down your cheek.

“Thanks, Jav,” your voice croaks out. His eyes snap to yours, widening when he sees your sorrow.

He rushes to cup your face with his large hand, his thumb sweeping to erase the solitary tear. You gasp at his touch. Six months since he touched you so tenderly, since he kissed you like you always dreamed, since he held you close as you both drifted to sleep. Two months since he cornered you in Steve’s upstairs hallway, his big brown eyes staring into your soul, sadness radiating off of him. The chill of walking away from him has stayed with you since, even as you tried to find happiness with somebody else.

He moves to pull away his hand, but you snap your hand up, clutching his and locking it in place. Your gaze pierces his as another tear falls.

“Don’t,” you whisper. His eyes soften, and he nods.

You both remain locked in each other’s eyes, your hand resting on his while he cradles your cheek.

You’ve felt so lost, so adrift without him, trying to live an incomplete life. But now Javi’s touch has found you again.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I missed you so much,” you choke out.

His thumb gently strokes your cheek, wiping away another tear that escapes. His touch feels so familiar, yet it’s so new.

"I didn't know if–” he starts, then pauses, swallowing hard. "I didn't know if you’d call."

You let out a shaky breath. "How could I not? After everything…"

His eyes search yours with hope and uncertainty, and you give him that hope when you lean into his touch. God, he hurt you. You’ve ached for him since that first night you didn’t hear from him. You’ve replayed that terrible call in your head over and over since. You vowed to move on, you vowed to let yourself heal over time, you vowed to live your life without Javier Peña until the newspaper and flowers showed up on your dressing table.

“Why did you disappear?” you ask.

“I was scared,” he confesses, his voice just as low as yours. “You deserve so much more than me, so I wanted to protect you. From me, from my past, from Ste—”

“Jav,” you interrupt sharply. “I’m the only one that can protect me.“

Javier's hand falls from your face, his eyes dropping to the floor.

"You're right," he says softly. "I should have trusted you to make your own choices."

You reach out, gently tilting his chin up until his eyes meet yours again. "I chose you, Javi. I still choose you."

“I’m sorry.” 

“I know Jav, I know,” you reassure. “We can go on and on about this, but right now, I just want to be here with you. Just pretend that the last couple of months haven’t happened. I want to read the news again.” 

He gives you a slightly sheepish smile. “So, I actually left you my newspaper, but do you want to watch the news?” he asks.

You nod, almost too enthusiastically. “I’d love that. We’ve never watched TV together.”

He shifts on the couch, leaning back and pulling you against him, his strong arm wrapping around you before he turns the TV on and cuddles you against his broad body.

All thoughts of the past couple of months–the yearning to hear Javier’s voice again, the loneliness that had overtaken your heart–disappear as you tilt your head up to look at him, admiring his handsome face.

He catches you staring. “Yeah?”

“Sorry, I just… I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

His arm tightens around you. “I’m glad you are.” He leans down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

You rest your head against his broad chest, savoring his closeness and listening to the steady beat of his heart. Your tired eyes blink heavily as the news anchor’s voice fades into background noise, the calming cadence of Javier’s breathing lulling you to sleep.

—-

“Hey,” a familiar deep voice awakens you. Javi. You must be dreaming. “It’s late.”

Your eyes open, adjusting to the darkness of Javier’s apartment. The TV has long since turned off, the ambient light from the city all that shines through the large windows. You’re still nestled against Javier’s chest. You both have shifted, your arm wrapped around his stomach, both of his wrapped protectively around your body.

“What time is it?” you ask, still hazy from sleep.

“Just after 3. We both fell asleep.”

You sit up slowly, untangling yourself from Javi’s arms and stretching your stiff muscles, before you realize. “The subway–” you start, but Javier cuts you off.

“It’s closed. You can stay here if you want. I can take the couch, and you can have the bed.”

Your heart races at the thought of spending the night in Javier’s bed, his scent surrounding you. You recall all those nights on the phone, imagining what it would be like to fall asleep next to him, to wake up in his arms.

“Or… you can sleep in your bed with me,” you suggest, hopeful and hesitant.

“I’d like that,” he whispers.

—-

Javier’s a true gentleman, as much as you wish he weren’t. He leaves you a white shirt emblazoned with DEA in bold, black letters across the chest and a pair of basketball shorts on the bathroom counter.

The feeling of trepidation is overshadowed by excitement as you emerge from the bathroom. Javier’s eyes track you as you cross the room. He’s settled in bed, clad in a light gray shirt, the covers resting against his chest and his back against the headboard.

He pulls down the covers on the bed for you, and you slip under the soft sheets, already feeling the warmth of his body. He turns the lamp off before he shuffles down, the bed dipping behind you as he sighs. You turn to face him, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dark.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “More than okay.”

His thumb strokes your cheekbone gently. “Can I do something?” His question is almost whispered out, his voice deep and low. 

“Of course,” you answer without even hesitating. 

He leans in, closing the small distance between you, and kisses you.

Gentle, tender, full of a promise of more… when you’re both ready. His lips are soft and warm, just like before. Now, you get to take your time, gentle and unhurried. 

He pulls away, far too soon for your liking, resting his forehead against yours. “Good night. I’m happy you’re here.”

“I am too, Jav. Thanks for coming to opening night.”

“Of course,” his arms wrap around you, cuddling you close against him, just like the first night you spent together. 

You just had the biggest opening night of your career, performing the play you’re headlining in front of a sold-out crowd, but that pales in comparison to the moment you have now. Finally, Javier Peña is back in your life.

—-

You wake to a gentle nudge against your shoulder and Javier’s slight smile as he holds up a cup of coffee and a paper.

“Morning,” his deep voice rasps. “Want to read?”

You smile and yawn, stretching your arms above your head, feeling Javi’s eyes on you the whole time. You nod, sitting up and accepting the mug from him. You take a sip as Javier sits beside you on the bed, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you next to him.

“Front page or sports?” he asks.

“Front page.” You curl up closer to him. You dreamt of these moments.

"Let's see what's going on in the world today.”

You sip your coffee while you listen to Javier read, his arm tightening around you with each story, as if you’ll float away. Your fingers trace lazy circles against his chest, and Javier groans in the middle of an article about some sort of reform bill.

“You gotta stop that.”

You chuckle, pulling your hand away. 

Javier turns the page, reading an article about local politics, but your cell phone suddenly blares to life on the nightstand. You jump, startled, and reach to grab your phone.

STEVE flashes on the screen.

“It’s Steve,” you tell Javi, his eyebrows rising in surprise.

You take a deep breath to steel yourself before you hit the answer button. “Hello?”

“Hey, kid!” Steve’s cheerful voice booms through the speaker. “How’d opening night go? It’s not too early, right?”

You glance over at Javi, who’s watching you intently.

“No, you’re fine. It was good.”

“That’s what I like to hear! Connie and I will be there tonight. We can’t wait.”

The guilt of talking to Steve while his friend sits right next to you feels like it will swallow you whole.

“That’s great,” you respond, trying to keep your voice light. “I can’t wait to see you both.”

Javi shifts beside you, his eyes focusing on a point in the distance, his hand gripping the newspaper tightly.

“Do you have dinner plans? Con and I would love to take you and Elliott out after.”

You feel your chest tighten at the mention of Elliott, your eyes instantly flicking to Javier sitting rigidly by your side, his jaw clenching.

“Um,” you clear your throat. Javier looks over at you, his brown eyes widening when he takes in the panic set on your face. He slightly nods, allowing you to continue how you need to. “Y-yeah, that sounds great, Steve.”

You nervously fiddle with the neckline of Javier’s shirt, feeling stuck between making him happy and keeping up appearances with Steve–and Elliott.

"Perfect! We'll see you tonight, then. Break a leg, kid."

As you end the call, it feels like a slight chasm has now formed between you and Javier. The newspaper crinkles in Javier’s hands as he folds it. His whole body looks tense, and you feel the anger radiating off of him.

“Elliott,” he says. Not a question, just an acknowledgment. Your chest feels tight at how low his voice is. 

“He’s… we kind of hit it off after both getting cast and he’s been nothing bu—”

"Is it serious?" Javier interrupts.

You set your coffee mug on the nightstand, buying yourself a moment to find the right words.

"No," you say finally, looking into his eyes.

He opens his mouth, then shuts it again, his eyes examining your face as if searching for the right words.

His shoulders rise with a deep breath. “I want you to do what you need to do,” he softly says. “I want you to pick who you want to pick.”

You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “I want to pick you,” you nervously say, “but, the play and Steve… and I just can’t. If we do this,” you exhale, “then you’ll be all I can focus on.” 

“I know,” he soothes, running his thumb across your knuckle. “Friends, for right now.”

“Friends,” you smile and nod, ignoring how badly you want to pull him towards you and kiss his plush lips. 

—

Watching Javier exist in his own space teaches you new things about him you never wondered to yourself. Like, he’s actually not very good at making eggs. He attempts to make you an omelet but instead serves you scrambled eggs with a lopsided grin. He’s very methodical while cooking, a towel slung across his shoulder, every spill or drip instantly wiped up.

He takes a seat at the dining table next to you. “I’ve never had a meal here,” he quietly muses, covering his eggs in black pepper and a couple dashes of Tapatio hot sauce.

“Well, I’m glad I could help you break it in.”

You feel oddly at home with him, comfortable sharing in such a mundane morning ritual. Your heart aches at the realization of what could be.

“What time do you need to be at the theatre?” he asks.

“Not until three, but I should probably get back home soon. Need to change, go over my lines,  ya’ know?”

Javier nods, his eyes dropping to DEA stretched across your chest. “You look good in my clothes,” he says so low, you’re pretty sure it’s to himself.

“Friends, remember?” you tease, though you’re pretty sure he can feel the heat radiating off you.

“Right.” He clears his throat. “I’ll drive you home.”

“It’s okay, Jav, I can take the subway.”

“I’m not letting you take the subway in last night’s clothes,” he firmly responds. “Not when I have a perfectly good car.”

Your heart aches when you realize that Javi and his chivalrous ways–the protective way he can get without being overbearing, how he cares in his own quiet way–are back in your life.

“I’ll just go get dressed,” you say, quickly rising from the table and turning as you feel tears sprout in your eyes.

—-

It all feels so surreal as you stand in Javier’s bathroom, staring at yourself in the same mirror he uses to shave, removing his shirt and folding it neatly. A single tear trickles down your cheek, followed by another, then another until you’re gripping the edge of his sink, trying to muffle your sobs with his t-shirt in the same way you muffled your moans for him that first night.

The past months without him come rushing back. The sleepless nights when you would stare at the phone willing it to ring, the way your heart would leap and instantly fall when it would ring and it wasn’t him. The fear that Steve would mention Javier, the cruel realization that Javier had moved here and not told you when Steve casually mentioned it. Confiding in Connie in that guest room, her arm wrapped around you as you confided in her, telling her how you had fallen for Javier Peña, of all people.

You take a shuddering breath, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. You can’t let Javier see you like this, not now, while everything seems so fresh and yet so fragile between you. You splash cold water on your face and breathe. You tell yourself to act again as you slip your dress back on and take a deep breath before you open the bathroom door.

Javier stands in his bedroom, his hand raised as if he were about to knock. His jaw ticks, and his brown eyes search yours, taking in the hint of redness that remains in them.

“You alright?” he asks softly, concern furrowing his brows.

You nod, unable to trust your voice not to give you away as you hand him his shirt and shorts.

His eyes continue to search yours. Your chest tightens, your eyes burning with unshed tears. He’s been able to easily read you from the moment you met him in your big brother’s backyard. You tell yourself you’re a good actor, but Javi’s always been able to see past it, even through a phone line thousands of miles away.

His lips part, indecision flickers across his eyes, before he tightly shuts them, as if he stops himself from speaking the words he wants to say.

“Come on, let me take you home.”

—-

He leads you through the parking garage, the only sound your footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. Javi’s hand hovers protectively just inches from your back, his touch sending a spark against your skin each time his palm brushes against you.

God, you didn’t even know what type of car he drove, and now he’s unlocking and holding open the door of a maroon Jeep for you.

You slide into the passenger seat, watching as Javier jogs around to the driver’s side. When he settles in beside you, the Jeep feels so much smaller.

He looks over at you, before he puts his aviators on.

“Just tell me where to go,” he says, as he starts the engine.

You navigate Javi across the bridge, farther away from his clean, corporate neighborhood with slick-looking tall glass buildings, into your offbeat area with various-colored row homes.

You can’t help but steal glances of him. The morning light gleams across his profile—the strong line of his jaw, the sharp angle of his nose, the perfect curve of his plush lips. He’s so close to you, and yet you still feel so far away.

Javier effortlessly navigates through the twists and turns of your neighborhood, almost as if he’s been here before. As your street approaches and your apartment building comes into view, your hands fidget in your lap. You’re not ready to let this reconnection end; it all seems so fragile. Not even twenty-four hours ago, you were going through the motions with Elliott, trying to convince yourself you could be happy.

“Just up there on the right,” you direct softly. “The blue building.”

Javier pulls up to the curb, shifting the car into park before turning to face you. The soft rumbling of the Jeep idling beneath you feels like it matches the hum of your pulse.

"Thank you for the ride," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Did you–did you want to come up?”

You can see the thick swallow travel down his throat. “I think it’s best I don’t. You know… friends.”

You nod. “Thanks again, Jav.”

“Anytime,” he responds softly, both hands still gripping the steering wheel like if he let go, he’d grab you.

You can feel the sear of his gaze as you exit his car and walk up the steps to your building’s door. You turn your head and smile at him, and he gifts you a smile back before you turn and walk through the door.

—-

You feel like you want to cry with each step you take up to your apartment. The hallway you travel every day seems longer than usual, as the distance between you and Javier grows. He’s so close now, and yet he still feels so far away.

You drop your purse on your tiny dining table covered in highlighted scripts and art supplies. It’s only 11 AM–you know you need to shower, but you don’t want to rid yourself of the smell and the warmth of Javi. You also should probably call Elliott, to keep up appearances and let him know you’re feeling better.

When you unzip and reach into your purse to grab your phone, you feel cotton and pull out Javier's white DEA shirt. Your heart skips a beat. He’s left you his shirt again.

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MA'AM

18+

MDNI

Neighbour au. age gap au (reader is older than jk). kissing, touching, oral (female receiving), fingering, jk calls reader ''ma'am''. reader is kinda lonely, bored and untouched. p in v, no protection (be wise and condomize guys).

this is all just fiction, don't take it too seriously.

plus im stil learing to write smut, so go easy on me.

helpful and positve feedback is appreciated.

Sorry for any typos.

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‘’oh yn,’’ you hear a familiar boy-ish voice speak.

And when you turn, your eyes are met with jungkook.

You know him cause he’s your neighbour, but you rarely speak seeing that you have nothing in common but he’s always kind and sweet whenever you bump into each other.

Like right now.

‘’jungkook’’ you say surprised to see him. ‘’how are you?’’ you give him back a smile.

You haven’t seen him in a while, he must be busy with college (you assume) or maybe he’s busy with some girlfriend. Guys his age are usually swarmed with girls. Especially seeing how attractive he is. The college girls must be having fun with him.

You admire his hair that seems to have gotten longer. You can’t help but notice how good he looks with it.

‘’i’m good, hope you’re doing well..’’ he pauses in his speech ‘’haven’t heard from you in a while. I almost thought you moved out’’

You chuckle at his assumption.

You shake your head lightly as you chuckle ‘’nope. Just busy with work’’

‘’i dont think i’d ever move out honestly’’ seeing as this apartment has a fair price for rent.

He chuckles.

‘’im glad thought i scared you away’’ he says worriedly.

‘’you’d never scare me away’’ you mumble out suddenly feeling nervous.

‘’with all those noise complaints you handed to me?’’ He says with a warm joking tone.

You can’t deny that a lot of noise comes from jungkook’s apartment, that you had to report him. You kinda feel childish for doing it, he’s a college boy anyways. All they know is noise.

‘’but i do get it. I make a lot of noise’’ he uses his pointer and middle finger to rub his lower lip, you get the chance to admire his tattooed finger and pierced lip.

You feel yourself swallow the lump in your throat and bite your lip. You don’t know why you always feel like this when talking to jungkook, maybe it’s his hovering figure, intimidating voice or piercing brown eyes. Even though his eyes give off a soft innocent look you can’t help but observe the sensuality in them.

‘’um yeah’’ you don’t know what else to say. Your eyes can barely look at jungkook while his eyes can’t stop looking at you. There’s no way a college boy can make you feel this nervous. You thought you had outgrown it.

Or maybe it’s the aloneness since your last boyfriend. It’s been quite depressive but you try and not let it eat you up.

But it’s hard when you and jungkook’s walls are as thin as paper. and can hear everything that goes on. Especially when he has a girl over.

You don’t mean to listen to what happens, but what else can you do when you’re laying in bed, bored and lonely. It seems sad you end up finding your hand in-between your thighs as you hear how jungkook pleasures.

With all the groans and name moaning you have come to the conclusion that jungkook must be a great fuck. But it’s not like you’ll ever know. Do you even want to?

You can never fuck someone younger than you right? You’ve always dated older men or at least someone the same age as you. You’ve never been with a younger guy before.

But jungkook seems like he could definitely go for an older woman.

Wait.

Does jungkook want you. He does seem to give off that vibe but maybe you’re in over your head. Jungkook wouldn’t want you there are so many better options for him. So many better girls for him. Not you.

‘’so do you like those?’’ he askes pointing to the basket you have filled with ramen noodles cups.

You chuckle embarrassed.

‘’ yeah i do but, i mainly buy them cause i don’t have time to cook’’

He nods.

‘’maybe i can come cook for you one day’’ you laugh but he’s actually serious.

‘’oh, i wouldn’t mind but i assume you’re busy with school’’ you swing the basket lightly and unconsciously.

‘’i can find time’’ he says a little rushed out.

‘’then i wouldn’t mind’’ you smile.

‘’you going home?’’ he asks.

You nod.

‘’i guess i can give you a ride home, if that’s alright with you’’

You wouldn’t mind at all.

-

The ride back home was quiet. It still baffles you to how jungkook has a car.

When you were in college you could barely find money to buy food, let alone a car.

And even with a job you can barely find money to buy or rent a car.

‘’thanks for the ride, it was nice meeting you today jungkook’’

The way you smile and say his name makes a hot flash rush through him.

If only you knew how many times his thought of you calling out his name. Sometimes he wishes it was you in his bed, toes curling and back arching.

If he got the chance, he’d show you how you deserve everything.

You don’t deserve to get yourself off and barely get off.

Did he ever say that the walls are so thin that he can hear you too.

He’s heard your frustrated moans and grunts. And all the times you cursed cause of how hard it was to get your high, sometimes his heard you cry and it breaks his heart.

He wishes he could get a chance to please you. He’s never wanted to please someone so bad.

He’s never been so desperate to get on his knees and run you dry of all your juices. To feel you claw at his back as you take him so well.

But he’s also never thought of being with an older woman.

Jungkook knows you’re older than him and he doesn’t mind. Actually he makes him want you more.

He wants you like air and if he doesn’t get you now he feels like he would stop breathing.

So if he doesn’t take this opportunity now he might never have the chance to.

‘’do you wanna, come eat ramen with me?’’

-

You don’t know how it happened. But he asked you to come over to his, you didn’t see a problem with it so you said yes.

But you don’t know how you went from laughing over some movie to grinding on his lap as your lips intertwine hungrily.

Fuck. You never thought you’d be doing this with your neighbour and fuck you never thought it would feel this good.

Your hands roam his firm chest, and your thoughts are proved right, he does like the gym. Though you could’ve known that without clawing at his chest.

These younger guys are always in the gym, like their life depends on it.

Your gasps and moans mix. You don’t know how innocent sounds of laughter turned into hot whimpers of need.

Maybe it was the stares that seemed to linger for longer than they should have.

Jungkook takes a moment to take in your face but then his lips are soon on yours again as eager as ever, and you accept them.

He kisses you with eagerness and desperation. Desperation to touch and feel you in every way.

You moan into his mouth as you feel the wetness grow between your legs. You hate how a college student, has you this hot and soaking wet.

You’re busy devouring each other’s lips but you don’t fail to recognize the tent forming and touching your centre.

Jungkook’s hands rummage over your back and over your hips and to your ass, he sqeezes your ass lightly which causes you to jumb lightly.

‘’you okay’’ he asks

‘’yeah just never had anyone squeeze my ass like that’’

That boy-ish smile of his is far gone, now a manly sexy grin paints his face. A grin like a wolf looking at a lamb as it’s next meal.

‘’you’ve never had someone touch you like that’’

You shake your head. You hate how jungkook makes you feel like a highschooler losing their virginity.

‘’who have you been fucking that doesn’t want to touch this ass’’ he squeezes your ass again, and you’re embarrassed when you release a moan at that action.

‘’i don’t know’’ your words come out more whiny than you’d like.

He moves to your neck and you move it to accustom him into the space. He places some wet and gentle kisses.

‘’i’m not like them though. I wanna touch every part of you. Wanna taste every part of you and feel you on me.’’ He kisses your neck again and the smacking sound of his lips meeting your skin causes you clench. ‘’i wanna treat you right, i wanna make you feel good’’

You don’t know how true his words are or if you can even take them seriously. Maybe it’s the lust talking. He’s a young man, he wouldn’t want to waste his days with you.

‘’don’t you have other, younger girls. You wanna make feel good.’’ You just had to ask.

The chuckles he releases causes a rush of blood to your groin.

‘’all i think about when i fuck them is you’’ he kisses you again.

You don’t want to believe him but your heart can’t help but flutter. You don’t want to get hurt again but something tells you jungkook is far from hurting you. But you can’t trust that feeling, what if that feeling is just how good it feels to be on him.

He has a great way with words and it would work on you every time, cause you haven’t grown out the naivety of your youth for some reason.

Jungkook knows when and how to say the right words which makes you scared. Which makes him dangerous. All these young boys are to slick with their words.

‘’yn, don’t think’’ he whispers against your lips. He must have noticed your distance all of a sudden.

‘’don’t think of anything but this’’ he pecks your lips.

‘’i’ll try’’ you coo.

‘’i’ll make you’’

his lips are back on yours desperately. And the sound of your lips smacking and you whimpers fills the room again.

His lips go back to licking and sucking that one spot on your neck. His mouth on your neck and hands on your hips helping you grind against his clothed crotch makes you gasp for air.

You’ve never had anyone take their time with you like this, they’re usually quick to just get it in. But not jungkook, he takes his time enjoying and tasting every part of you. Why wouldn’t he when he’s been thinking about this moment and taking cold showers to stop his natural desire for you.

Being with jungkook tells you how much you’ve been missing and how much you need to learn. It’s like going back to your college days.

‘’fuck jungkook’’ you moan when he nibbles at your neck. Your hands move from his chest to his neck then to his long hair.

You unintentionally pull at his hair and you love how he groans when you do so.

The need and ache between your legs grows strong as you grind harder on his lap. Jungkook watches how you move against him trying to find your high. He promises to give it to you but he needs to feel more of you before he does so.

You gasp when he plops you on your back onto his soft couch.

‘’jungkook...’’ you call out and he stops his action to attend to your need.

‘’yes’’ he sounds so submissive as he says so.

‘’i want you’’ your hips move up to feel some friction. He chuckles at the action.

‘’i want you too’’ he smiles as he pecks you on your forehead.

‘’no. Like i want you. Actually i fucking need you’’ you whine out. You’re probably gonna be so embarrassed later but right now you need him.

Your hand reaches for his belt but his hands stop you. You feel embarrassed and confused, you know he’s hard. You can see his fully grown bulge. But why does he want to take so much time.

‘’i wanna taste you first’’ he whispers by your ear.

Fuck. You’ve never had anyone want to eat you out. It’s been a while since anyone went down on you.

‘’jungkoo-‘’ you want to protest.

‘’please yn’’ he begs. ‘’i need it’’ his lips are against yours as he says in a whisper. His lips are on yours for a second before he leaves you wanting to taste his lips more.

You watch his body move down and you can feel your wetness drip down.

‘’fuck...’’ you hear him groan and grow a little self conscious.

‘’what?’’ you lift yourself up a bit.

‘’it’s just that you’re so fucking gorgeous’’ you can’t help but blush and feel a little weird. You’ve never had anyone ogle at you pussy like that.

‘’jungkook..’’ you call out in a whine. You can feel his breath breeze over you centre and it makes the need grow stronger.

‘’i’m sorry, im staring’’ he says and before you can tell him anything his lips are on you, hungrily.

You release a sharp moan as his lips make out with yours.

He licks a long strip of you pouring juices, your taste sinking into his tastebuds.

‘’so fucking good,’’ he groans. ‘’and so fucking wet’’ you feel his finger run through your folds.

‘’jungkook please. Fuck...’’ you don’t even know what you’re pleading for but you are.

Jungkook adheres to you unspoken cries, as he dives back into kissing you and massaging your clit.

Your hand finds it’s way to his hair and pulls. The groan he releases sends electricity through you.

You’ve never felt like this, nobody has ever put this much effort into touching you.

And jungkook has never put this much effort into eating pussy, but for you he will and he is.

He adds his fingers into you as he pumps into you.

‘’fuck you need to be fucked right’’ he says at your tightness. You can barely hear what he’s saying over at how hard he’s slurping.

With the way his digits work into you and his tongue sucks on your clit, you can feel that feeling you’ve been chasing.

‘’fuck jungkook, im going to-‘’ jungkook smiles at how you can barely finish your sentence but he knows.

The feeling grows closer and your heart races in excitement.

But then all of the sudden the feeling is gone and you’re about to curse out jungkook who’s now moving up.

‘’what the fuck, i was going to-‘’ you whine angrily.

‘’i want you to come over my cock’’

You don’t argue, he’s the one in control after all.

‘’ then please fuck me’’ all you can do is plead. It’s so embarrassing pleading for him to fuck you. You wonder if girls his age are this desperate too.

‘’yes ma’am’’ he says as he takes off his shirt, for some reason him calling you ma’am makes you more aroused.

‘’don’t call me ma’am’’ you say blushing but jungkook knows, you’re bullshitting.

‘’yes ma’am’’ he says with a cheeky grin knowing that it makes you clench around nothing.

You watch him unbuckle his belt and you’ve never seen anything this attractive.

As you watch him you anticipate how his going to feel and how you’ll wrap around him. That’s all jungkook can think about too as he strokes himself slightly, though he’s been hard since he saw you in the grocery store.

You feel his tip slide through your wet folds and you can’t help but suck in a breath. Jungkook can’t help but whimper at how wet and good you feel already.

You clench desperate to feel something inside you. You wonder if it will hurt, it’s been a while for you anyways. And he looks like he could stretch you out good. But you’re too needy to worry about that.

You gasp when you feel him move into you, slow and teasingly. His tip has you wondering if you’ll be able to take all of him.

‘’fuck you’re so good for me’’ he says as he moves in deeper. ‘’i wish i could feel you everyday’’

You can.

You want to say, but don’t wanna make promises. You don’t know if this will ever happen again.

‘’do you wanna be good for me like this everyday, yn’’ he says kissing along your jaw as he settles into you.

He doesn’t move waiting for your answer.

You hum but it’s not enough for him.

‘’yes, i want you everyday’’ you end up speaking more of your mind than you planned to.

Jungkook smiles as he slowly begins to move in and out.

‘’good. You can have me everyday’’

With the ways he rocks into you, slowly increasing speed, you understand the moans of those girls you heard him fucking.

His name falls from your mouth as he continues. Jungkook has never enjoyed being buried in heat like this. And he’s never wanted to stay in forever like he does right now.

‘’jungkook..’’ with the way your nails dig into his arm and you flutter around he knows you’re close.

But so is he. Your high is his target as he continues to stroke.

Jungkook twitches inside of you as you both reach your highs.

He lays on top of you as you breath heavily. He tries to keep his weight from crushing you.

‘’next time i wanna be on top’’ you say with the energy you’ve got left.

‘’deal. Even though i like being on top, i’ll let you ride me’’ you almost feel that feeling comeback.

You stroke his hair as you watch that boy-ish smile return on his face.

It’s like he’s changed and wasn’t the person balls deep into you seconds ago.

‘’i like this’’ you say comfortable.

‘’i like you’’ Jungkook coos into your neck.

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[moraxussy]

You Can't Take One Without The Other

Damian Al Ghul x Twin!reader

Content Warnings: mention of the word "abuse", nothing major, and not proof read:3

Word Count: 646

Despite her seemingly cold demeanor accompanied by her unmoving stature. Talia Al Ghul is a woman—a mother that lets her hard shell peel open when it comes to what's hers—her children.

Damian Al Ghul, her prodigy, blood born assassin, but also her beloved son. So composed and calculated yet also holds a temper that it easily triggered. Trained to kill on the spot without mercy, the young boy is honed to secure any emotion that hinders his mission—the Al Ghul's mission. He was made to not let any other being get in his way, to use all means necessary as long as he's able to give expected results, preferably exceed them. Yet despite his killer instincts and apathetic front, he is a boy of value. He believes blood over all matters.  He cherishes his family to such a strong degree that he's willing to kill just to preserve and protect it. No outer force can sever his belief on this. But it doesn't stop at family. Damian adores animals and takes care of them unconditionally. It pains him to see any of those creatures hurt in any way. Which pushed him to pursue the path of veganism.

The Demon Prince, Heir to the Shadows, and Son of Assassins....

Damian Al Ghul

Damian may possess the prowess and talents meant to satisfy the legacy of Al Ghul, never forget his other biological half, his twin sister.

The youngest, Talia's sweetheart, her doll, and her precious killer. Her little girl, the same as Damian, trained to be the perfect assassin for their family's legacy and for the preservation of the world, isn't just a weapon, she is also a daughter she dearly loved with all her heart. The mother might say she doesn't pick favorites, but one might think otherwise once you see how she treats the two differently. Although tender towards both, Talia can't help but train Damian a little harsher than her heiress. If you try to argue with her about this, she would just shut you down. But deep down, all she wants to do is give her daughter the childhood her mother failed to experience while also helping her build strong walls to protect herself once their mother leaves them on their own devices to strive for independence. Of course, this doesn't make the daughter twin an ordinary girl. She also values family and cares for animals but not the same degree as her brother. Believing that animals are a resource meant for humans for which they should be treated with respect and value if one wishes to utilize its maximum potential. This contrast in stands causes quarrels between the two during moments involving any animal. Not to mention she as well possesses the  strength and capabilities that qualifies her as an excellent assassin whose efficiency in the shadows allows her to parry and counter any attack thrown to her by her foes.

The Demon Princess, Heiress to The Shadows, Daughter of Assassins, and Talia's Second Chance...

You

The Duo of the Shadows, The Successors of the Demon, The Treasure of Talia Al Ghul

Together, no enemy can stop the twins. No matter how harsh nor how inhumane the training they are put through, as long as each twin is there to root for the other, they are ready to take the abuse. In the glory of their legacy. In the name of Ra's Al Ghul's greatest aspiration.

But what will happen if a new variable is introduced to the family of demons? A man of night once again reminded of his time in the shadows. A wake up call for the Dark Knight that what happened all those years ago gave birth to consequences that he now has to bear.

Will the bat be able to handle his demons? Will a mother finally let her young fly on their own?

Notes:

Hi so this is my first time making a batman based fic. I'm still new to the community so I'm basing on just common knowledge. I really wanted to try and focus on how Damian and the reader would be in the clutches of the shadows. I'm still learning though!