#luckily stretch be there to usually hold him a bit back

[toruslvt]

ִֶָ yours to keep ↪ part three of mafia boss sukuna.

⋆ fluff ‹3, mention of pregnancy symptoms, reader has hyperemesis gravidarum ( heavy morning sickness, dehydration and dizziness ). this part is basically a collection of pieces ( drabbles ) from Sukuna and reader’s relationship. i can't possibly write a long fic sjdhhdh help.

I'm considering finishing the au here 🙆‍♀️ but do let me know in the comments if you think Sukuna is girl or boy's dad ^^

saying your first encounter was a coincidence is a fact, saying the ones that came after were under the same circumstances, it's nothing but a lie.

the gifts didn’t stop, nor the secret rendezvous with Sukuna’s bribing either the employees or bosses of each establishment you went to, although the man was more than eager to show off the world you’re with him now, he had to be cautious in case your daddy wished to stir some drama and forbid you to meet up with the pink haired. to Sukuna, your only daddy should be himself.

the bouquets of multiple flowers remained the same, —although most were yellow pansies. but a fresh set was always placed on your bedside table, still holding tightly onto Sukuna’s scent in each petal.

I’ll send a driver for you.

is what Sukuna had texted you that day, and in other situations you could have been thrilled, jumping around to find a suiting outfit for the occasion, although most of them ended up on his bedroom floor.

not today, i’m not feeling well.

you replied, and perhaps, you actually believed you’ll have a free day, well, for Sukuna that was text read as “please come and heal me”

I’m outside.

luckily your father was barely at home, so sneaking out was not an issue, only greeted by your bodyguard’s subtle nod, knowing better than to mess with your no-yet-boyfriend.

“what’s wrong, princess?” is the first thing Sukuna asks, a worried look on his face, one that no one besides you have seen on his usual cold facade, although his voice and hands are warm, gently tilting your chin to meet the red of his irises. “shall I call a doctor?” he suggests, arm around your waist to guide you into the black tinted car.

you shake your head, propping it on Sukuna’s broad shoulder, “it’s fine, probably something I ate” you mumble, eyelashes fluttering close at the sensation of your lover’s hand sliding down your back and settling on your belly, followed by a kiss on your forehead, “will feel better soon”

the car’s movements are enough to lull you to sleep, briefly hearing Sukuna humming against your hair, not quite content with that reply, but it will do for now.

A rebellion or loss of a very fruitful drug selling zone in the city could have made Sukuna worry, or at least that’s what his guards could have said, although none of those have happened and neither have any of his men seen the pink haired in such distress, pacing around the large, luxury filled room while his trust worthy doctor checked on you.

why did you lie? why did you say you’ll feel better when you haven’t? but he can’t get mad at you, not when you look so fragile and soft, laying under his expensive silk sheets.

“Sukuna, please stop, I told you i’m fine!” you half chuckle, heart warming at the sight of him all worried, head snapping back to meet your gaze with a scowl.

“you are not fine,” he huffs, sliding a hand through his face and slicking his hair back in a nervous manner you’ve come to notice. then a second later he’s crawling next to you, holding your hand tightly, shifting between you and the doctor drawing a bit of blood from your stretched out arm, by the look in his eyes you knew he was about to snap and tell the doctor to hurry up.

“it’s just a little dizziness,” you shrug.

and he groans, “...be quiet”

“when do you want to get married?”

you gasp, muffled words due to Sukuna’s arms around your head, keeping you against his half buttoned black shirt covered chest, “what?”

a low rumble under your cheek proves Sukuna laughed, deep and melodic, “you’re carrying my babies, of course you’ll marry me” he murmurs, more than a suggestion is a fact, one that you’re not truly against. as soon as the results were in, your now self called fiance sported the widest grin you’ve ever seen, a spark that wasn’t there before shining brightly on those eyes you’ve come to adore, “unless you don’t want to...” he trails off, mockingly hurt.

“i do...” you mumble back, gripping on the back of his shirt, “it’s just that... it won’t be easy” of course it won’t, not with your dad.

during the time you’ve met Sukuna, one thing was always permanent, and it was that cocky, self confident smirk of his, plastered on his face even though the situation didn’t require, it didn’t falter in the slightest, not even at the sight of your father grabbing a very expensive vase and tossing it in Sukuna’s direction, luckily the pink haired man easily dodged it, and the sound of broken ceramic echoed in the back.

“dad!” you yelp, placing yourself between your lover and your progenitor, “stop it!”

truly you knew it was a terrible idea, the suggestion of talking with your father on your own was not even considered by the pink haired, barely a week after your pregnancy discovery and he was more than eager to share the news, diamond ring shining on your finger, one that Sukuna promised to replace by a real engagement ring after settling things up, he, of course, didn’t mention the fact that said ring was hidden at the back of his closet.

“anyone! it could have been anyone in the world but you chose him?” your father yells, hurt dripping from his voice with a short stumble back, “what did I do to deserve this?”

you really considered that him and Sukuna would be wonderful friends, considering their love to exaggerate and play the victim’s role. “and he even got you pregnant!” he sobs loudly, face hidden behind his ring covered hands.

a quiet huff can be heard from your back, where your boyfriend stands.

“i love her,” Sukuna speaks, not before rising his brow and eyes rolling at the pointed look you gave him, “this doesn’t mean we’ll make peace, but I love your daughter, and i’ll marry her whether you like it or not.”

wondering what were the odds of two people dying at the same time, in the same spot, due to your father’s face going paler and his men having to hold him back to stop a murder attempt on Sukuna.

much against his good will, his princess deserved to be happy, even if it was with the devil himself.

Sukuna is not a man to regret his actions, following the ideal of “whatever, it’s done now” although now, his whole resolve is crumbling.

was it really a good idea to get you pregnant? the idea crossed his mind, guilt tugging on his chest as he knelt besides you, gently rubbing your back and holding your hair as you threw up for the fifth time, swallowing the urge to apologize for the nth time, he gently guides you up to wash your teeth and back to bed, his chest working as a pillow under your tired body, barely six weeks in.

“i’m sorry,” he finally speaks, tenderly rubbing your back, helping you ease the ache and nausea that crawled up your throat, “this is my fault” voice filled with concern and rage towards himself.

you barely shake your head, nuzzling on his toned chest, “t’s not your fault” you croak, “i’ll get better soon, just two or three months left”

yet the attempt to calm Sukuna’s racing heart and mind was not enough, the guilt still crawling up his chest and setting in his throat, fighting back the urge to let out a broken sound.

“i love you” he mutters instead, resting his cheek on the top of your head, hand rubbing your waist softly, “my strong, brave angel, after the baby is born i’ll give you the best wedding you could ask for” it’s a soft sigh, “... but we won’t have more babies”

you chuckle, wholeheartedly, weird how watching his beloved go through such discomfort can erase the breeding kink from someone.

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[7ndipity]

Take Care Of You

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: After a particularly rough week, you come down with the flu. Luckily, you have Yoongi to look after you, even if you think you don’t deserve it.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: mentions of illness, swearing, teeny bit suggestive and silly at the end, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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It was still dark as you woke up shivering, your whole body aching as you rolled over, seeking out the warmth of your boyfriend. After less than two minutes though, he tried to shift out of your hold, making you whine.

“Babe, I’m melting,” He complained sleepily, trying to squirm away. “Why are you so warm?”

You only groaned weakly in response.

Yoongi’s eyes cracked open at the small, pained sound, looking down at you with sudden concern. “Babe? Are you okay?”

“I don’t-”, a sudden fit of coughing seized you, shaking your whole body.

“Ah, shit.” He clicked the light on, making you wince at the sudden brightness, sitting up to get a better look at you. Your face was pale and covered with a faint sheen of sweat, your whole frame shaking violently from shivering, despite the heat rolling off of you.

“I told you you’ve been working too hard.” He sighed, feeling your forehead. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get you some medicine.”

He disappeared through the house as you curled further in on yourself, trying to ignore the pounding in your head.

You knew he was right, though you hated that he had to be proven right in this way. You’d been pushing yourself harder than usual the past few days, trying to keep up with the usual demands at work, as well trying to get ahead on a few projects in the hope that you and Yoongi could take some time off together.

He had expressed several times that he’d been worried about you, but you’d kept brushing him off, saying that you were fine, your usual response whenever he voiced those types of concerns. He had enough on his plate, oftentimes stretching himself thinner than you had this week, and you didn’t want to add the burden of looking after you to the list.

He returned with a couple pills and some water, encouraging you gently to sit up before he handed them to you.

You took the meds with a slight wince, feeling the soreness in your throat, before trying to pass the glass back to him, but he shook his head, nudging it back towards your lips.

“Drink, you need to pay extra attention to hydration if you’re sick.” He said matter-of-factly.

“You sound like Web Md.” You tried to tease him, but your voice came out too weak and cracked.

“Drink.” He said again sternly, though his eyes stayed soft.

You relented, nodding before slowly finishing the glass.

“I’m sorry.” You croaked.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just sleep, okay?” He said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He helped you get settled back under the covers before returning to his side of the bed, keeping a watchful eye over you until you managed to drift back to sleep.

You don’t know how long you were asleep for, but when you opened your eyes again, it was light out, Yoongi’s side of the bed empty. You assumed he’d left for the studio, leaving you to get what rest you could, though you tried to ignore the faint pang of sadness in your chest at the thought.

Slowly, you sat up, stretching out your stiff limbs. You could tell your fever had broken, or at least lessened, you were only faintly aching now, though the dull pounding in your head was still very much present.

You decided to make the trek to the kitchen for some tea and more meds, looking for an extra sweater or hoodie to pull on for warmth before shuffling down the hall.

“What are you doing up?” You jumped slightly at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, turning to see him standing in the doorway, carrying a tray of food and tea.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in surprise.

He smirked. “I really hope you’re not so sick that you forgot I live here.”

“I mean why are you still here? Why aren’t you at the studio?” You asked.

“I told them I couldn’t come in today.” He answered, setting the tray on the bedside table.

“Why not?” You asked, confused.

“Because you’re sick,” He said as if it was obvious. “I’m not leaving to fend for yourself.”

“I’m fine-” Your argument was choked off by another fit of coughing. Yoongi quickly moved to steady you as you wobbled slightly, your legs not supporting you nearly as much as you’d hoped.

“You’re not fine.” He said softly once you’d quieted. “Please, just let me take care of you?”

Reluctantly, you nodded, letting him help you back to the bed, tucking the blanket in around your

legs before settling the tray on your lap.

“How are you feeling?” He asked gently, handing you a cup of tea. You blinked, surprised that

he’d remembered the right herbal blend you liked for times like this.

You glanced up at him, noticing that he was watching you, waiting patiently for your response.

“My head hurts.” You admitted quietly.

“These should help.” He said, opening a bottle and handing you a couple pills. “Anything else?”

You shook your head. “Not really, I just feel kinda shitty.”

“A shower might help with that.” He said, chuckling at your choice of words, happy that you still sounded like yourself. “Will you be okay on your own or do you want me to help?”

“I’ll be okay on my own.” You said softly, staring at him curiously.

“Okay. You should eat something first, though.” He said, sliding a bowl of soup over in front of you. “Then, if you want, I can set you up on the couch and we can watch one of your shows?”

When you didn’t answer, he looked up, catching the way you were staring at him.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You shook your head. “You’re just being really nice.” You said.

He tilted his head. “I’m always nice to you.”

“But all this-” You bit your lip. “You didn’t have to do any of this.”

“What are you talking about?” He said softly. “This is nothing, I’m just looking after you the way you deserve.”

You didn’t feel like it, you felt like you were getting in his way, keeping him away from his own work and responsibilities.

“Nuh-uh, I know that look.” He caught your chin with his fingers, turning your eyes back up to his, looking at you seriously. “Whatever’s going on in your head right now, it isn’t true. You deserve to be taken care of, you hear me?”

When you didn’t answer, he sighed, cupping your face in his hands.

“Y/n, I love you, I want to take care of you. I actually like getting to take care of you, when you let me, that is.” He added, making you crack a tiny grin. “Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Good, now c’mere.” He said, trying to pull you into a kiss, but you pressed a hand against his chest.

“What if you get sick?” You asked.

“I don’t give a shit. And even if I do, then you can take care of me, that’s how relationships work.” He said stubbornly, leaning in again.

You let him connect your lips for just a second before pulling away again.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.” You said.

“You’re welcome.” He replied. “Now, eat your soup before it gets cold, and then you can take your shower, unless maybe now you want me to help you with it?” He raised a brow at you.

“Stop trying to flirt with me, I’m sick!” You laughed.

“Who’s trying? I’m succeeding, you blushed!” He defended, pointing to your flushed cheeks.

“I did not, I have a fever!”

“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you say, Babe.”

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[kisses4lao]

Lin Kuei bros get pegged like little bitches

I had someone DM me asking me to do this so no request window :( sad

Tw/cw: separate hcs, hand cuffs in Tomas' part, Bi Han being a bitch, pegging obviously, AFAB reader rimming and anal fingering(m! receiving)

No beta I will die like a man

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Bi Han

No.

This man is not letting you anywhere NEAR his ass.

It took him an extremely long time to consider it, but once he did start thinking about it, it was only a matter of time before he actually let you.

You guys ended up having as long talk about it, mainly for Bi Hans comfortability.

When you guys actually got to the session, it was a lot of stretching. Like, a lot.

Bi han hasn't really ever thought of putting something up is ass and because of that he isn't stretched. So, like a good girlfriend, you did it for him.

A fuck ton of lube later and you'd be pushing the strap slowly inside him.

He was trying his hardest not to make any sounds and make it seem like he wasn't having a good time, but you could see his face twitching in pleasure as you pushed in further.

You stay for a minute or two for him to adjust, as per request, and you could see his chest rising up and down, much faster than usual. His breath became heavy and he was holding the sheets slightly. He was enjoying this, but he wasn't going to admit it.

Once you did start moving, every small bit of his facade started to fade. He was desperately gripping at anything he could: the sheets, pillows, you. Anything.

He was desperately holding onto you as his head fell back in pleasure, biting his bottom lip so hard he ended up bleeding.

Slowly, his groans became more and more audible. His fingernails were digging into you harshly as his cock began twitching and leaking precum.

He'd be cursing under his breath and you could hear him silently begging for release, saying please over and over

Once he did cum, it was the harshest you've ever seen. He'd let out a guttural moan as ropes of cum would spew out of his cock, painting both you and himself.

He'd be practically panting throughout the entire aftercare. His head would still be back as he overcame his high and he'd flinch at your touch.

He wouldn't look you in the eyes afterwards. He'd have a rosy blush painted across his face as he'd avoid your gaze.

He'd give it a 2.5/10. He'd pretend he didn't like it, but deep down, he gives it a 9/10. He's probably thinking about asking you to peg him more often

Kuai Liang

Very open to try it. You propose the idea to him, explain what it is, and he's willing to try it

Kuai Liang seems like the type of person that would try anything at least once, and pegging is no exception. When you get the strap and show it to him, it suddenly hits him that he's about to do this, but he overcomes that when he sees how excited you are

He was admittedly nervous, but having you rim him was all he needed to get that out of his head.

When you begin to ease in the strap, he's begging you to move, almost immediately after it's all the way in.

When you do start moving, he's squirming. Like, everywhere.

Hes panting like a dog and he can't keep still, his hands are very indecisive on where he thinks they should be, flying from your waist, to the bedsheets, to the pillows, to your waist again, to settling on hanging onto the headboard.

He'd probably also be crushing you with his thighs. Like, instinctively, youre in-between them and so he's wrapping them around you, pulling you closer while also crushing you.

He probably wouldn't last long, you can see him twitching after a few minutes and he cums soon after.

Luckily, he's pretty vocal during sex, so he was also vocal here. He was showing you he was being pleasured, so he has to give it a good score, right?

He gives it a 6.5/10. He doesn't dislike it, far from it, but he'd do it very sparingly

He was also very energetic afterwards and insisted on pleasuring you, something he'd much rather do than get himself off.

Tomas

100% recommended it.

He even went out and bought one for you to use before asking 😭

Once you said yes he'd be ECSTATIC

He's always been really into rimming/anal fingering so stretching him out was no problem.

He'd probably like... Want you to handcuff him to the bed before you pegged him.

Full on CUFFED to the bed. Legs too probably he a freak like that

Hes probably really into sensory deprivation which is why he wanted his first time to be like this, would probably go vanilla next time around

Once you got the strap in, he wants you to move, like, immediately

He's begging for you to move

So you do

And he cannot handle it

He's squirming, he's twitching, he's trying to touch you but he can't. All of them above. And he loves it.

He can feel you hit his g spot I've and over and his head falls back, mouth agape as he moans your name repeatedly

His back began to arch and you can see his cock twitch repeatedly. At this point, you can't even see his face, but you know it's contorted

Also wouldn't last long. Like, at all. He's so sensitive and knowing you, his girlfriend, is pegging him, something he always wanted, has him cumming very early.

He wouldn't be lying if he said this exact scenario has gone through his head consistently

And because of that, he practically screams your name as he releases

Back still arched, he'd be thanking you over and over for doing this and he'd fall asleep immediately after

He'd rate it a 10/10. Most definitely asking you to peg him multiple times a week now

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A/N:eil Gaiman????? What are you doing in my falafel??!!

[natailiatulls07]

Charles getting worried when Jules daughter reader sprains her ankle

Early morning run gone wrong

Jules Bianchi x Daughter!reader

Charles Leclerc x little sister!reader

Summary - The one time Y/n wants to join Charles on his run, she sprains her ankle

Warning - sprained ankle, hospitals

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6.30am

Sat at the breakfast, Y/n scrolled through her phone. She was half awake half asleep, but decked out in running gear.

Now this wasn't a common thing, early mornings were never seen by the girl. But yesterday she stupidly made the decision to ask Charles if she could join him on his daily runs. So here she was, regretting nearly every life choice.

In front of her, jumping around the kitchen was her older brother. "So I was thinking maybe we run through town and then stop at that breakfast place as a treat, yeah?"

The suggestion of the breakfast treat did sort of lift her spirits only to soon wear off when they stepped outside the apartment box. "Merde, il fait froid!" Y/n hissed, looking over at Charles who was wear shorts and short sleeved shirt unbothered by the temperature.

After taking a few minutes for the two to stretch and also for Y/n to warm up and wake up, they began a steadily jog which would later evolve into a run.

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So far it had been going well, Y/n was much more cheerful and they had been running for a long while now. "Oh be careful Marguerite, this bit is cobbles" Charles warned the girl, he knew she was clumsy so he made sure to slow their pace slightly.

But of course Y/n was competitive, she turned it into a race. Speeding up and running away from him giggling and shout back. "Hurry up old man, I thought you were an f1 driver!"

Rolling his eyes, Charles did increase his pace but only the slightest bit still very aware of the cobbles. "Y/n come on slow down, these are cobbles please don't hurt yourself!" He yelled back to the girl who clearly didn't listen to him. He hated how stubborn and competitive she was.

Only when she fell over, did he increase his pace. He heard her yelp and he saw how she reached for her ankle. "Ah putain, ça fait mal!" Y/n cursed under her breath, eyebrows furrowed in pain, heart ponding.

Once he got to her, Charles knelt done next to her on the cobbles. "Where does it hurt?!" He asked frantically, eyes quickly scanning over her body for any visible injuries.

Shaking her head and harshly biting down on his bottom lip to counteract the pain, Y/n pointed down to right ankle. Gently moving her legging up her leg, Charles immediately noticed the ongoing swelling.

Turning his head, he looked at her with a soft gaze. "Okay Marguerite, no panic you just sprained your ankle. I think we should get you checked out at the hospital yeah?" As much as Y/n didn't want to go to hospital she knew it was right and she had to go so she agreed.

Charles stood from his previous postition and went to pick her up, there was no way she could put weight on her ankle, but Y/n held up her hand to stop him. "I'll walk...don't worry"

But before she could even try to stand, Charles had picked her up and had her hold onto him like a koala, being mindful of the ankle. He heard her huff before laying her head down on his shoulder.

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Soon enough, Charles walked the two back to the hospital which was luckily not too far from his usual running route.

After some waiting her ankles was checked out by the doctor. Y/ns ankle was put into support brace. They asked her to take it slow and not put any weight on it until the swelling and the pain subsides.

And of course like always, Charles took these instructions very seriously. For the next week Y/n spent her time either on the sofa or in her bed.

And her every need was met; She's hungry and wants a bowl of pasta? Don't worry Charles is doing it now. Wants to do an epic movie marathon of twilight? Fine, expect Charles to be falling asleep half way through new moon. Y/n really craves a matcha iced latte? Charles is already by the door, putting on his shoes asking her if she wants anything else whilst he's out.

Funny thing is Charles cherished this week, obviously he hated why this was happening, but he cherished this special time together was. With his job he was gone for and living out of suit half year, this meant he didn't have much time to hang out with his little sister.

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But alas all good come to end. Y/n's ankle healed relatively quickly and Charles had to his car and to track. Their schedules were blocked up once again and they would have to find times to hang out.

Back to small microwave meals and cheeky movie nights here and there.

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[cream-stew]

hi there, someone who's been reading your stuff for a while here and finally wants to request something <3

perhaps could you do a softdom top childe with a sub bottom amab reader? and perhaps if you could, maybe do a chubby reader if you can? otherwise its fine if you rather not !!

i want him to spoil me and praise me and just be his sweet darling tbh childe is so. Wa.

side note i was considering asking for this with pierro instead because i like.. dilfs? Gilfs?? but seeing as he's on your maybe list i decided to ask for something else for now <3 if by chance you would write something like this with pierro, would you? if you would perhaps ill put in another request later on!! thank you ♡

🔞minors dni

warnings: amab reader, praise kink, oral, thigh fucking, anal sex, pet names (darling)

// note: I really liked this prompt so I decided to do both childe and pierro <3 idk if it comes across well that reader is chubby bc I usually don't describe reader a lot so I didn't really know how to add it in a way that seemed natural sorry!! lmk if you want me to re do this

childe: he loves getting you all desperate and needy for his cock, trailing wet kisses all over your body, down your throat, chest, belly, until he reaches your hard cock and takes it in his mouth, keeping his spoiled darling busy while he fingers you open, pumping in and out of your hole over and over until you're ready for his massive cock. you're begging him to keep going, to curl his fingers just so, and he does everything you ask, never leaving a plea unfulfilled. he's careful not to let you cum so soon tho, he has to little patience for you to get hard again to fuck you. luckily for you, he's quick to swap his four fingers with his cock, so you don't even have the time to whine about feeling empty ! he starts fucking you hard and fast right from the start, making the headboard slam on the wall every time he plunges his cock back into your asshole, stretching it to the limit and aiming for your prostate with incredible precision. he keeps going until you cum with a pleased moan, and only then slows down a little bit, not wanting too overstimulate his poor darling <3

pierro: you look up at him with teary eyes, hoping to trick him into fucking you for real, but he just coos at you as he keeps pumping his cock in between your thick thighs, all wet with lube and his precum, grazing your own desperate cock just in passing. "shh, there's no need to rush, my darling", he soothes you as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, laughing at the way you pout in response. "so spoiled" he scolds you gently, but he finally relents: you are spoiled but it's his fault. he leans away and lifts your legs, his strong hands gripping under your knees, presenting your already stretched asshole. he shifts his grip so that he's holding both of your legs with just one hand, and the other guides his cock into you, sinking in so so slowly and dragging a desperate moan out of you. he never picks up his pace, but you're too close already to complain, you just whimper and babble his name over and over until you're cumming over your belly and tearing up again, overcome with pleasure.

[talesofesther]

hold me in your comfort

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Your studies have been taking a toll on you, luckily your boyfriend comes to the rescue.

Requested by anon

A/N: A sweet little thing for my favorite sweet boy. Hope you like it. P.S. I hate coming up with summaries, I promise the story is better. <3

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For once, Gryffindor's common room was quiet. During the day the place was mostly buzzing with chatter and spells being thrown around, however now, a good few hours past curfew, the only sounds were the crackling of the fireplace and the distinct howling wind outside.

The red and golden colors around you provided a sense of comfort, familiarity; as you sat on the spacious floor of the room, your back resting against the couch, and quill scraping against the paper, you tried to focus on those feelings. Your O.W.Ls were fast approaching, and earlier this year you had received a letter from home kindly reminding you of the consequences that awaited you if the results were less than pleasing.

Being an only daughter made your parents demand excellence in everything you did, especially regarding your studies. For nearly two weeks now, you'd spent most of your time with your head buried in a book and writing down assignment after assignment; constant headaches became your new normal and your wrist was usually sore by the end of each day. You were nearing your limit, or maybe you had even already reached it.

The comfortable silence of the lonely room was suddenly disrupted by the padding of socks hitting the wood of the stairs. You glanced up and behind you to see who had gotten up at this hour of the night only to see your boyfriend walking into the common room. Fred moved sluggishly, mind clearly still hazy and drowsy with sleep; he rubbed his eyes while stifling a yawn, his hair was all over the place too, and he wore a dark red sweater with the letter 'F' in its center.

The small smile that came to your lips was inevitable. Your heart fluttered inside your chest just by the sight of him.

With a soft scrunch on his eyebrows, Fred willed his eyes to focus on the dim light of the room, his gaze instantly landing on you; "I figured I'd find you here," he hummed.

You chuckled softly, your eyes shying away from his gaze, "you caught me."

Fred plopped down on the floor next to you, the handsome outlines of his features being highlighted in a golden hue from the fireplace in front of you. He shuffled closer until his lips clumsily touched your cheek in a gentle kiss. "It's a bit too late for all that, isn't it love?" Fred motioned to the mess of books and papers in front of you.

You grimaced, subconsciously leaning towards him; "I'll be done in just a moment, promise."

"You said that before we all headed to bed," Fred reasoned, you could hear the masked concern in his words, "that was hours ago."

With the most gentle touch only you had the privilege of knowing, Fred pushed back strands of your hair so he had a clear view of your face. He didn't say anything, but you knew he was accessing the darker circles under your eyes, the slight cracking of your lips, the glazing of your eyes. He made you feel faint with the way he looked at you with such palpable love. You could feel it even without meeting his gaze. Fred's thumb brushed against your cheek and you nearly broke down then and there. Nearly.

But oh you were so tired, part of you wanted to throw yourself into his arms and just forget about the rest of the world.

A beat passed in silence and then Fred managed to sneak behind you, fitting himself between you and the couch, his long legs stretching on either side of you while both his arms encircled your waist.

A soft smile came to your lips against your own volition. Fred had always been a physically affectionate person; whether it was hugs or his pinkie hooked with yours, he'd be touching you whenever he could. His presence instantly lifted a bit of the weight on your shoulders, the letters written on the paper in your hands seemed shuffled all of a sudden and you couldn't bring yourself to read them anymore. But you didn't mind, you simply allowed yourself to melt against him.

Squeezing your body to him, Fred nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, planting a feather-light kiss on the skin there. It was okay if you didn't feel like talking, he'd be content to hold you for the rest of the night if you so needed.

Reveling in his presence, all warm and sweet, you leaned back so your head rested on his shoulder. You rewarded his affection with one of your own, your lips finding his temple and planting a lingering kiss there.

Quill and paper fell from your grasp, your fingers coming up to brush against the skin of Fred's hands.

Fred hummed, you could feel his small smile on your skin. "Take a break, love?"

"Yeah," you held your breath, chest tight, and cleared your throat in order for your voice not to come out as tender as you felt. As he made you feel. "I suppose that's a good idea."

Fred's answer was to squeeze you even tighter, burying himself into you and making you giggle. You had missed him, now that you come to think of it; you've been focusing so much on your studies that your time with him had been cut by half. For nearly two weeks, there were no more hang outs in the courtyards, no more sneaking around between classes, no more dates to hogsmeade, no more pranking the teachers together; you still spent time together of course, but those precious moments had disappeared, and now it felt like a stab in the heart.

As if your souls couldn't be more intertwined, Fred mumbled; "I've missed you, you know." His face still hidden between your neck and shoulder.

You bit your lip before answering, turning around slightly in his arms so you could face him more properly. "I've missed you too, I'm sorry Freddie, for being so distant lately. I never meant for that to happen," you tried to gulp back any rogue tears that tried to escape.

Fred raised his head so he could look into your eyes. The room was dimly lit, with mostly the fireplace as a source of light; his own eyes seemed to be shining brighter now. "It's alright love," his hand found your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing away a single tear you didn't realize had fallen, "I know this is important to you, I just think you should take a break, that's all." Fred finished with a sweet smile you could never get enough of.

The love you felt for him escaped you as you leaned forward and pecked his lips with your own. You held Fred's face with both your hands, squishing his cheeks as you placed several more kisses on his lips until his smile became too big for you to continue.

"May I stay with you tonight?" You whispered, pulling back just far enough to utter the words, your lips still grazing his.

"I would love nothing more," Fred said, and you kissed the words yet again.

The taste of your own tears mingled between your lips, you kept your eyes closed then, feeling the thundering of your own heart against your ribs.

The steady rhythm of Fred's breathing and the distant crackling of the fire was suddenly all you could hear. His gentle fingertips traced your cheek and jawline, and suddenly his touch was all you could feel too.

"Do you wanna know something?"

The entrancing tone of Fred's voice cut into the calmness. You simply nodded, bunching up his sweater between your hands. You could feel one of his hands holding your back, tracing your spine and keeping your body close to him.

"You are the most brilliant witch I know," he promised, and then chuckled; "just don't let Hermione hear that."

A smile threatened to show on your lips, your nose bumped his.

Fred's lips traced a path from your jawline, to your cheek, and to your forehead; leaving confessions with each kiss. An I love you here, a you got this there.

With both of you as a mess of tangled limbs on the floor of Gryffindor's common room, you too promised you loved him a thousand times over. You also promised a long overdue date to hogsmeade.

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[captainfern]

OMGOMGOMG!!! I’m anon who requested the ‘Nevermind’ fic WHICH I LOVED BTW 😝😝 But it got me thinkin’

Captain price who eats reader out but reader is standing up and their legs get too weak to stand so price with his big ol’ man arms holds you up while eating you out 😞😞

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Nevermind pt. 2

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Nevermind” Album by Nirvana]

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reader is implied to be chubbier but my non chubby babes can eat this up too x

porn starts straight under the cut just saying lmao

Anytime your captain ate you out, it was usually in a position that you were entirely comfortable with.

His bed, the first option. He’d strip you of your uniform while he was still fully clothed, laying you gently across his mattress and spreading your legs to reveal your aching core. His eyes would be on your cunt— your hole dripping with arousal and fluttering pathetically around nothing. Then, he’d lean down and lick a slow, heavy stripe up your folds, gently caressing your plush thighs with his large hands.

Your bed, the second option. A bit riskier being situated just a wall away from both Soap and Gaz, so you often found yourself biting into your pillow as your captain fucked your cunt with his tongue from behind. It felt lewder this way. The wet sounds making your face warm, and Price’s soft grunts making your cunt produce an embarrassing amount of arousal. His hands would knead the flesh of your arse, rubbing at your hips, fingers trailing along your stretch marks.

His office, the third option. Fun, but dangerous, considering he was your captain and anyone on the task force could knock on the door and ask to speak with him. The thrill would make your stomach flip as you sat on the edge of his desk with your legs across his shoulders, his face buried between your thighs, nose nudging your clit and tongue thrusting deeper and deeper. You’d tug at his hair, whining and moaning his name, and he’d shush you with his mouth still on your cunt, the vibrations making your eyes roll.

One of the armoured cars, the fourth option. As unprofessional as it sounds, it proved convenient thrice in the past. You’d simply lay back against the rear seats, head against the bulletproof window, as Price curled himself between your legs. He’d rub at the soft cellulite of your thighs as he sucked on your clit, fingers buried to the knuckle in your sopping cunt. His hips would rut into the fabric seats to ease the pressure building in his cock, the vehicle rocking gently.

A safe house on a mission, the fifth option. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but being in a safe house alone with Price almost always ended in the two of you fucking. Most recently, you’d practically dived on him, riding his face for your own adrenaline-fuelled pleasure, rocking your cunt onto his mouth and nose. You moaned as he licked through your folds and made you cum three times, lapping up every single drop.

Sometimes, none of these options presented themselves. A pity when your core was throbbing, and you could literally feel yourself dripping into your underwear. Watching Price work and train, getting all sweaty and barking orders at people, made you squeeze your thighs together, cunt pulsing with its own heartbeat.

Times like these created a sixth option.

You were so tired from training. Your legs felt like jelly, your head was on the brink of a headache, and your arms trembled as you raised your drink bottle to your lips.

But, somehow, you were horny. How the fuck?

You wanted Price. You wanted your captain. Wanted his mouth sliding between the warmth of your thighs. Wanted his tongue gliding in and out of your slick hole. Wanted his nose pressing to your swollen, sensitive clit.

But you were so, so tired.

Luckily for you, Price was strong. And he wanted to taste you just as badly as you wanted him.

So, that’s where the sixth option came from. You, legs sore from continuous training, draped uselessly over Price’s broad shoulders. Your back was flush to the shower wall, cold tiles searing the hot skin of your back. The shower water was warm against your bare skin, the hiss of the pipes, your soft whimpers and his deep grunts echoing around the empty locker room.

Price had you pinned to the wall, holding you up across his large shoulders, using his strong hands to keep your hips steady and press your pelvis towards his face. He groped your thighs, moaning loudly into your core as he dragged a warm, wet tongue across your folds. He kissed your clit, making you mewl, before he shoved his tongue harshly into you. You keened, whispering his name, a hand in his wet hair.

You were so tired that your legs didn’t let you stand for too long. But you weren’t tired enough to whisper and softly moan his name as you got nearer and nearer to your release. Your puffy clit was slick with your arousal and his saliva. His nose bumped it repeatedly— one of your favourite parts when he ate you out— and it had you squirming in his hold.

He settled you further onto his shoulders, thighs clamping around his head and making him hum, pleased, into your cunt. He was so strong and it made your cunt ache. He made you feel like the daintiest being on earth— contradicted by the way he often nipped at the fat of your thighs, suckling bruises along the pudge of your tummy, pressing his fingers to your stretch marks and leaving little red crescents. He moaned each time you wrapped your thighs around his head, or each time you wiggled your arse at him. He’d smack it if you got too close.

“Price…” You whispered softly, breathlessly. You were exhausted and he was keeping you up. But it was worth it.

You came in his mouth and he moaned, eyelids fluttering in pleasure as he tasted you. Even though he’d eaten you out on many occasions, he’d never get used to the taste of you. He was addicted.

“Mmmm—” He moaned, vibrated, into your cunt. He kissed up your folds to your clit, then carefully lowered you to the ground, your legs shaking.

He held you up, wrapping your in his arms, the shower battering his back, steam rolling around the both of you as the pipes hissed and creaked.

He kissed your forehead, then kissed your lips. You licked your lips as he pulled away. You could taste yourself.

He smiled at you. "You good?"

You hummed tiredly, resting your head against his chest. "Mhm."

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[growup-thatbeautiful]

Can I get asking gym crush!Dave Lizewski to spot you and needing his help. I think that could spark a beautiful romance

a:n: yes of course!! if anyone wants more of this idea definitely give me any thoughts. college aged dave :)

It's embarrassing. You don't even know his name, and you've never once talked to him. Sometimes he comes in with his friends- two of them- but you haven't caught any information about him besides his frankly impressive workout routine. And it's not like you see him a lot; he comes here way less than you. Yet somehow he seems to be stronger than most other regulars at the gym.

It’s probably for the best that you don’t see him a lot, though. Because when he is there, you find it hard to focus on anything except for him. Everywhere you look he seems to be there in the corner of your eye or in the glimpse of the mirrored wall.

It's unfair, really. No one should be able to look that good while covered in sweat, his curls sticking up in every direction and matted to the back of his neck. The compression shirt that he's wearing is dark with sweat, but his expression doesn't look fazed at all.

Today, though, you're determined for it to be different. You have a few more reps you want to do at the machine, then your plan is to go to the bar and do squats. Then you have your usual cool-down mile and stretching routine. Distractions don't fit into your schedule, especially because you’re already bone-tired today.

You do the last rep, timing your breath in and out to your movement. There's a pleasant, constant tiredness in your legs that you’ve come to love, and the music blasting in your ears pushes you towards your next exercise.

Luckily, the bar is open and you’re able to start your set right away. Maybe it's because you're still a little bit sore from your last leg day, or maybe you're just not feeling it today, but it feels harder than usual. By the third set, your legs are shaking much more than usual and you’re having trouble getting through the reps.

It’s definitely not your smartest decision ever to keep going, but you really don’t to stop early. Some part of you thinks that you can just push through and make it; the reasonable part of you is saying that you’re going to need someone to spot you.

Looking around, you don’t see anyone you know- no friends or friends of a friend. It’s relatively empty for the time of day, but you need to ask someone to spot you.

And in the opposite corner of the gym, there he is. He’s not doing any reps, and from the way he’s checking his phone you don’t think that he’s in the middle of any.

You try to tell yourself that everyone else is busy and he’s the only option, but you know it’s not true. Even if he was busy, you would wait for him to finish and ask him anyways. There’s no telling when you’re going to have another opportunity like this to talk to him- at least you have an excuse to go up to him.

If your legs weren’t already shaking, they are as you walk over towards him. It’s a sin, for him to look at good as he does without really doing anything at all. Your own music blasting through one of your dangling earbuds isn’t enough to calm your nerves. He’s wearing headphones too, so he can’t hear you coming, and he seems immersed in whatever he’s doing, so you stand there awkwardly while he finishes. When he looks up at you, a smile makes its way across his face, and he holds out his hand for you to shake it, not caring about the obvious sweat.

You tell him your name and shake him hand, your stomach doing flips the whole time.

He, in turn, introduces himself. “I’m Dave. Do you need something?” He says it with a pleasant tone, but he must think that he’s been rude because he backtracks immediately. “Shit, that sounded rude, sorry. I just- people don’t usually come up to me.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him with a laugh. “I actually wanted to ask you if you could spot me. I only have a few sets left.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” He looks genuinely excited at your request, and he dutifully follows you to your rack.

You take a deep breath and look at the weights waiting for you. The soreness in your body seems worse now that he’s there standing behind you, his hands clasped behind his back. When you take another breath, it sounds a lot like a sigh. You’re thrilled that he’s willing to help you, but you don’t want him to think you’re weak.

“Hey, you got this,” he says lowly. “I’ve seen you do this a million times before, it’s just another rep, yeah?”

You don’t have the brainpower to think about him saying he’s seen you do this before because all of your thoughts go to his hand on your back, gently urging your forward towards the bar. He doesn’t say anything more, but the message is received.

You step underneath the bar and stand up straight, the bar’s weight settling into your shoulders. You can’t see Dave behind you, but you can feel the heat of his hands underneath your arms as he supports you.

You breathe in. Go down.

Breathe out. Push yourself up.

Do it again. And again 8 more times before stepping forward to rerack the weights.

When you turn around, Dave is looking up at the ceiling, his hands straight down at his sides. You fix your hair and pause your music before taking a sip of water.

“Dave?” you ask. “You can look at me, you know.”

“I didn’t want you to think that I was checking you out,” he explains while he brings his eyes to yours. “M’not gonna be that guy.”

“I appreciate it,” you respond, your heart warming at the sentiment. “Really, I do. But I wouldn’t mind you looking.” It’s not exactly the most subtle hint you’ve ever given a guy, but something tells you that subtle isn’t the right approach with Dave.

“What?” He really looks clueless as to what you’re talking about, his head tilted to the side. Your brain helpfully supplies you with “puppy dog.”

Too subtle, then. “Do you want to get coffee after this?” You’re positive that your smile is uncertain and crooked.

“Me?” he asks.

“Yes, you,” you laugh. “Look, I know you don’t know me, but I’d like to get to know you.”

“I’d like that, too.” The grin on his face is wide and full, bringing light and laugh lines to his eyes. You haven’t seen this smile from him yet, which is probably a good thing because it has a dangerous effect on you. “You have another set left,” he informs you. “So why don’t we finish that up and go get coffee after?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you agree, stepping back underneath the bar, a renewed vigor in your legs. That vigor, of course, goes away when you actually start the last set.

You do the first five without an issue, but you start struggling more with the sixth. By the eighth rep, you’re face is twisted with effort and you can barely get back up.

Dave doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s there. And his presence is fully reassured to you when he mutters close to your ear, “Come on, just a few more. I’m right here.”

He has to help you with the last rep, his arms supporting you underneath your armpits as he takes some of the weight off and helps you get back the the rack. It forces him much closer to you than before, and you can feel his heart racing against your back. You know yours is beating just as fast.

“Thank you,” you tell him, a little bit out of breath still. “You’re a live-saver.”

A funny look comes across his face at that, but it clears away in a blink. “Anytime.”

“How about that coffee?” you ask, grabbing your keys and water before shooting a quick text to your friends so they know where you’re going. Then, holding out your hand, you say, “It’s the least I can do.”

He takes your hand in between his own, leading you towards his own pile of things. “I know a good place around here.”

“Lead the way,” you tell him.

Maybe asking for his help wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic rivals AU])

Hiii! I love this chapter hehe Not proofread.

(L/N)- Last name.

Cursing, mentioning of death, reader and Miguel be silly goofy, Miguel being just the slightest bit protective.

Word count: 2k

Series Masterlist Series playlist

Chapter 3: It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

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Due to your leg, you weren’t able to attend classes for a few days. Which sucked complete ass, being cooped up in your small dorm room for 4 days was complete torture. It was nice at first though, giving you an excuse to catch up on some books. Mj was nice enough to drop off your assignments and it was as a complete relief when you saw she came out of the night unscathed, reassuring her you’re okay when she expressed her guilt when she realized you weren’t running behind her the day of the attack.

You put your phone down on your lap, growing tired from watching mind numbing content on social media. Your eyes landing on your bandage leg, twisting the muscles a bit in an attempt to stretch it, feeling the dull soreness ache through your hamstring. You were now able to walk but only for small amounts of time, not enough to be able to return to class but enough to go to the bathroom without having to grab onto every surface you can find to hop on your right leg. Luckily, the doctor said you’d be able to go back the following week once you get your crutches delivered to your room . As you continue to move your leg slightly from side to side, your mind wanders back to the events of last saturday. You know you shouldn’t be thinking of it, because it makes your heart rate pick up and your hands get clammy again, but then you think about Spider-Man, and it calms you a bit. The way he was so gentle with you, holding you like you were made of porcelain, but tight enough where it felt like he wouldn’t ever let you go again, and that voice, his tone when he spoke to you,it was almost too gentle, like he knew you personally. He obviously hadn’t seen your leg, because if he had he would have taken you to a hospital instead of your dorm room, bringing you in through your window that you had forgotten to lock. Although to be fair you could have told him to take you to the hospital when he asked where you lived, but you were still frazzled from the whole thing.

A strong, almost rapid knocking at your front door snapped you out of your thoughts, startling you slightly as you let out a small yelp, before letting out a huff as you went up and limped your way to the door to greet your unexpected guest. It’s probably MJ you thought, she tended to drop by without notice during the last four days to bring you your homework or some snacks to make you feel better. Once you were able to stand steadily on your feet, you opened your door.

“O’Hara?” The name came out of your mouth before the action could register in your brain, being completely blindsided if you were being honest with yourself. The same thing happened with your next question. “How’d you find out my room number?”

He didn’t reply to your questions, rather asking one of his own. “Where have you been? You’ve missed two days of school. Two. You’ve never even been late to a class before.” The hostility in his voice had somehow found a way to leave you more confused, he was acting like you were his girlfriend who had just ghosted him or something.

“Well- I-“ You stuttered, you never stuttered around Miguel, you have no idea what to say if you were being honest, this was something very different from your usual dynamic with each other. You subconsciously shifted your good foot a bit so you could support more of your weight on it. Miguel’s eyes instantly dropped to your legs, and you could have sworn that they grew a decimal bigger when they landed on your bandage leg. You didn't have a chance to properly answer before he shot another question at you.

“Who did that to you?” It came out almost in a growl, his brows furrowed together, shoulders tensing back slightly and his hands twitching into a fist for a split second before relaxing back to a more relaxed position, it felt like he was burning a hole through the leg with his eyes only. The question felt odd. Most people would ask “how’d you get that?” or “what happened to your leg?”

“Well, I was caught in that freak accident at the met on Saturday. I hurt my leg because I fell down.” You said to him as you followed his gaze down to your left leg, twisting it slightly so he could see the side better. “It’s just a scrap and a grade 1 tear… doctor said it will take 3 weeks at most to heal.” You boredly explained with a shrug, as if you were just discussing the weather.

For some reason, the way you explained it so nonchalantly made him slightly angry. Partly at you, because you were talking about it so casually, like it was a regular Wednesday night for you, when you could have gotten killed. Hell. You did almost get killed. Also partly at himself, for not noticing the injury when he had saved you that night. How he hadn't noticed the giant gash covered in dry blood on your leg, was beyond him.

Miguel let out a deep exhale as he rubbed his face with his hand, his eyes closed and his face twisted with irritation, before running the hand through his hair. “Que voy hacer contigo…” he murmured to himself under his breath, you saw his lips move but you didn’t catch a word. Before you could ask him to repeat himself, he took it upon himself to invite himself into your room, closing the door behind him. (What am I gonna do with you…)

“Hey! What are you-“

“Shut your mouth and let me help you to your bed, will you?”

“I don’t need help. I am perfectly capable of walking-“

“Limping.”

“Walking myself to bed.”

Miguel didn’t justify your argument with a rebuttal, instead he lifted you up and placed you on his shoulder like a bag of sand, before plopping you down onto your bed. Ignoring your annoyed whines and your balled up fist hitting his hard back as he took you. You let out a small grunt as you landed, before crossing your arms and glaring at him. You hated how easily he could just toss you around like a rag doll. How dare he go to the gym on his down time.

“Was that necessary O’Hara?” You huffed, your eyes following him as he slowly placed around your dorm, not even attempting to hide his shameless snooping.

“…Most likely not… but you know how much I love to mess with you, (L/N).” He remarked with a small smirk, before stopping in front of your book self and grabbed one titled “The sun and her flowers” before flipping it open to a random page.

“When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other… and promise to find you in every lifetime…” As he finishes the quote, he lifts and turns his head towards you. He wasn’t expecting you to already be looking at him first. Both of you fall into a moment of silence, before he clears his throat and closes the book, looking away. “Quite melodramatic don’t you think?” He mumbled.

You shrugged, “If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.”

He scoffs, “who said that?”

You smiled, “Edgar Allan Poe.”

Miguel couldn’t help the way his lips twitched upwards slightly as he let out another scoff. It was almost endearing the way that you slipped quotes like that into conversations so easily, if it was anyone other than you who said that he’d almost find it adorable.

“You are so pretentious, you know that (L/N)?” He states, placing the book back into its original spot before turning back to face you, taking a step towards your bed, and grabbing one of your extra pillows and placed it under your foot to elevate it before you had time to protest.

“Look who’s talking..” You glared at him, going to move your leg off the pillow so you could get off your bed to stand up once more, but your foot only came off about a few inches before Miguel’s large hand came down and firmly placed it back on the pillow, sending you a look of warning. “I don’t need you to watch me, I don’t need your petty. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself! Even if I wasn’t, you are the last person I would go to.” You scolded him, coming across a lot harsher then attending to, but it was too late to take the words back.

Rather than focusing on the smallest ping he felt in his chest after you spoke, he just put his hands up in a defensive manner, you were right, you don’t need Miguel’s help. He doesn’t know why he’s being so nice to you all of a sudden himself. Maybe he feels guilty about the whole you almost dying thing, but it wasn’t his fault you were at the museum when the green goblin struck. It’s not like you were on death’s door because of your leg, and he saved you for god’s sake, even if it was as Spider-Man and not Miguel. You might not know that, but he sure as hell does.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Miguel sighed, going to stand up straight, his warm hand leaving your leg,the sudden cold air of your room hitting your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Now it was your turn to feel the ping in your chest.

You didn’t mean for it to come off as rude as it did. Miguel was good at hiding his emotions, but if you knew one thing better than you knew yourself, it was him. Whether you liked to admit it or not, you’ve grown familiar to all of his little quirks and mannerisms, naturally you would after spending half of your academic career around the man. You noticed the way his jaw tenses ever so slightly, the smallest hesitation in his voice before he spoke, the way his grip on your ankle pulls away like your skin was made of fire and was burning his.

“No I’m sorry, that was a bit too mean, even for us.” You attempted to lighten the slightly soured mood with a small joke, hoping he wouldn’t take more offense at the jab. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you saw his lips twitch up slightly in that oh so familiar smirk that he always wore around you when he wasn’t scowling at you.

He waved his hand dismissively at your apology, before slowly passing around your room once more, this time stopping in front your small dining table, where you had been working on your homework earlier in the day. His hand coming up and grabbing the page and bringing it to eye level as he quietly went over the work. After a few seconds Miguel put the paper back down, a small tsk leaving his lips as he shook his head. You knew that reaction too well.

“What? Did I mess something up? You know I suck at quantum psychics…” You quickly stood up and made your way over to where Miguel was standing, his head turning to watch you in amusement as you limped as fast as you could to get to the table, putting your palms on it for support once you reached it. Saying you sucked was overdramatized, you were decent, knowing the basic understanding of it, which already had you ahead of a fourth of the class.

“You know you can ask me for help Muñeca, right?” God the cockiness that laced his words made your skin crawl. (Doll)

“Over my dead body.” You glared up at him, going to stand up straight as best as you could, gently hitting his arm with your hand (and ignoring the aching you felt in your hand after because apparently that man had zero body fat on him).

“Isn’t it too soon to joke like that (L/N)?” He asked with a light chuckle, causing your brows to furrow together in confusion.

“What do you mean-ohhhh.”

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[nik-knight]

A More Gentle Touch

He had hardly spent more than three hours in his human-shaped corporation, yet he was already winded by the time he managed to lower all the shop’s curtains and finally lock the door. A quick miracle was sent behind him to flip the sign to “Most definitely closed” as he trudged into the back room to rest for the evening.

There had been no other way around it. It had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time to invite the book dealer over for a few negotiations; after all, she was an old colleague of his and a delight to have conversations with. However, when spending most of an afternoon around a human, it was nearly impossible to keep up the vague impression of being a human without actually becoming humanoid. Overall, it was easier to spend that time in a human corporation than holding on to a miracled façade for that long.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t still exhausting, though.

It was like walking around in clothes that were much too tight. Humans certainly were not the largest of Her creations, but they were still quite clumsy forms with arms and legs that had to move at the same time, heavy skin, dense bones, and weighty organs all packed inside a cumbersome package.

He transformed as soon as he sat on the sofa. The relief of it all was soothing at least. Fluffy feathers took the place of stuffy clothes, white wings replaced his heavy arms, and those pesky legs thinned to a comfortable weight that could easily be tucked under his body.

Finally, he could be soft and small in all the right ways. He had no idea how Crowley could be humanoid so often without facing similar fatigue. Perhaps that was why the demon spent most of his spare time asleep.

Despite finally being back into his much more comfortable form, the extended period in that skin suit had ruffled his feathers just as literally as metaphorically. There was an itchy irritation under his feathers, but he was much too tired to groom himself right now. All he wanted to do was curl up with a cup of tea and a good book, but the thought of gathering the necessary materials to do so (or even miracle them up) made him want to do nothing but settle into the cushions and stay there until he had the energy to move again. He allowed his tired eyes to drift shut, letting the quiet and dark of the room calm him for just a bit.

He had only been in his weary siesta for a few minutes when he smelled a rather familiar aroma in the back room. He tiredly blinked open his eyes just in time to catch a fresh cup of tea on a saucer delicately placed in front of him. He looked up to see Crowley, in his humanoid form for some reason, pushing the cup closer to where Aziraphale could comfortably dip his beak in for a sip.

“My dear?” He asked, unsure why Crowley was in that form so late in the evening. By now he was usually a snoring pile of coils wrapped around the base of one of Aziraphale's table lamps.

“You looked a little flustered, so I figured you might need a pick-me-up,” he shrugged as if he hadn’t done anything special. Aziraphale could feel his feathers fluff up at the amount of love that was coursing through his tiny body.

“Oh, my darling, how very kin—”

“Anyway,” Crowley coughed, not letting Azriaphale hit him with another four-letter word. “Your feathers are all ruffled, and since I have hands at the moment, I figured I could… Help you straighten them out a little. ‘F ya like, that is.” He turned his head away, trying and failing to hide the embarrassed flush on his cheeks. Luckily Aziraphale’s happy cooing had him looking back just in time to catch the angel’s happy wiggle and flutter.

“Oh, that sounds like just the thing my dear, if you don’t mind terribly?”

“Not at all.” Without a moment's hesitation, Crowley’s hand was held open by Aziraphale, letting him step gently onto his palm so Crowley could bring him to his lap as he sat down.

Aziraphale stretched his wings out as best he could to give Crowley room to work, and soon enough the demon’s fingers were gently grooming Aziraphale’s wings. It wasn’t anything too deep or intense, but just a slight straightening of a few ruffled feathers along with long gentle strokes across the wing to calm the rest of the dove’s frayed nerves. They paused every few minutes so that Crowley could bring the teacup back to Aziraphale’s beak to drink, then it was back to the relaxing grooming that soon had Aziraphale looking like a fluffy melted marshmallow in Crowley’s palm.   

“That good, angel?” Crowley asked after about thirty minutes of grooming and an extra ten minutes of gentle petting that neither one of them brought up.

“Very good, my dear. Thank you so very much.” Aziraphale opened his eyes that he hadn’t realized he had shut during the grooming. He turned his head so he could look back at his darling demon. “I hope it wasn’t too taxing for you to stay in that form just for me.”

Crowley simply gave him a small smile and shrugged. “Some things are worth shifting for.”

There was only the briefest tingle of a miracle before Crowley suddenly found himself with a lap full of human-shaped angel. “Too right, my dear.” He swiftly leaned in, pressing his lips against the demon’s. Crowley stiffened in surprise, but quickly returned the kiss, keeping it gentle and soft just for his angel. When Aziraphale finally pulled away, he only had a moment's notice before suddenly there was a large snake in his hands and lap.

Aziraphale couldn’t help but chuckle. “Getting tired, darling?”

“Just get down here, already, angel,” he grumbled, doing his best to keep himself from hiding his face in his coils.

“Oh, gladly.”

Then there on the sofa was a significantly less ruffled dove resting in his favorite nest of black and red coils. The book Aziraphale had been reading earlier that day was conveniently placed against the long loops of the scaley nest so that Aziraphale could easily read and the serpent’s tail could easily flip the pages. (Aziraphale was yet to discover that his feathers poofed up the slightest bit when he was done with a page, giving Crowley the wordless cue to flip to the next one.)

“Oh, you’re too good to me, dear.” With a happy little wiggle to settle comfortably in his love’s nest, he set his eyes on the beginning of the chapter.

“Shaddap…”

And if Crowley buried his head right into the soft feathers under Azriaphale’s breast to hide his face, well, no one bothered to mention it. After all, Aziraphale had a good book and good company to enjoy.

And enjoy it they did.

[by @nik-knight for @katiefrog217]

[calzone-d]

Growing (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

pairing: ted lasso x fem!reader

warnings: so much fluff, michelle & ted’s mom mention, ted worrying as per usual, talks of having a child

summary: just some domestic fluff and then a deep convo caused by something henry said

a/n: promise i’m alive! posting this from the basement of nursing school. but only 7 more months left then i will go crazy on here. anyways here’s dad!ted fluff to make your heart swoon. i miss ted so much, he deserved so much more 😭

find my masterlist here.

requests are always open!

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the morning sun felt warm against your skin as you stretched in bed. you’d slept throughout the night for the first time in months. usually, you’d wake up with your baby girl a few times a night. sometimes you and ted would swap off.

apparently he took it upon himself to be on baby duty all night, and you definitely appreciated the extra sleep.

if you listened close enough you could hear ted talking to henry. henry’s laughter echoed through the hallways and it made you smile softly.

henry was the best big brother to charlotte. he loved helping pick out her outfits and teach her new things. at first he was worried you’d pull away because after all, he isn’t technically your kid. luckily, after lots of pinky promises and hugs he got comfortable with the idea of a new addition to your tight knit family.

from the minute he first held her they’ve been best friends.

as you lay reminiscing, you could hear her high-pitched giggles and babbles mixed in with the rest of the chatter.

your joints popped as you stretched once more before pulling yourself out of bed to slip on one of ted’s old sweatshirts and your pajama shorts. the floor was cold on your feet, so you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and followed the sound of the laughter.

henry was in the living room, and had swapped out entertaining ted and charlotte for his video game. ted had your baby strapped to his chest in the baby carrier while he moved around the kitchen making breakfast. he had her facing forward, and her chubby little hands reached out to grab at anything he dared to pick up. her dark wispy hair and button nose were a replica of ted’s and it was even more obvious when their faces were close enough to compare.

when he wasn’t using two hands, he had one planted firmly on the front of the baby carrier over her stomach. even though she was secure, they both found a bit of extra comfort knowing the other was right there. by the way her fingers gripped his larger ones, she clearly didn’t mind.

ted made conversation with her like she was able to communicate with real words.

“the batter look good enough to you, baby?”

she cooed at him. he dipped the tip of his index finger into the batter and brought it up to her mouth to taste.

“try some, charlotte.. here you go”, his voice was soft as she mouthed the pancake batter off his finger. she was silent for a moment before she began smacking her lips.

“you like it, sweet pea?”

she cooed and squealed more excitedly this time while kicking her legs out. her actions made ted giggle while he wiped his hand on a dish towel.

after a few minutes she started reaching for bowl of batter. ted brought another fingertip up to her mouth for her to taste. this time, it drew a sharp “ow!” out of him.

“shoot, sweetheart.. feels like you’ve got a tooth comin’ in there, huh?”

she looked up and backwards as best she could at him. one of ted’s hands came up to brush her hair out of her forehead while he rubbed his finger around her gums. she grunted at him and brought her tiny hands up to hold his. ted moved to the freezer to get a gel teething ring out for her to chew on.

charlotte babbled when he handed it to her and quickly realized it gave her more relief when it was in her mouth.

“that feel better? hmm.. there you go, baby.”

he murmured to her as he went back to breakfast. when he turned around, the sight of you made him break out into a smile, while charlotte broke out into a fit of babbles. her chubby legs were kicking in the air, occasionally hitting ted’s stomach.

“well good mornin’, sweetheart.”

“hi, teddy.”

you smiled at the pair and let ted pull you in for a sweet kiss. it didn’t last very long with the way charlotte was growing restless at the sight of you. she was a daddy’s girl all day long, but she still loved some time with her mom.

ted held a strong hand against her while he unfastened her harness, which wasn’t the easiest job with how wiggly she was. you chuckled lovingly at him and stepped closer to help him out.

“mama! mamamama! mamaaa!”, charlotte’s squeals and babbles made henry want to join in on the fun.

his feet raced across the floor until he came in the kitchen and immediately hugged you. he knew to not hug you in a way that would make you drop baby girl, but still found a way to give you a routine good morning hug.

“..there you go, sweetheart. go show mama those chompers.”

with one hand around henry and another holding charlotte on your hip, you shot ted a look.

“her teeth are coming in?”, this was news to you.

ted shared his discovery with you as he finally began cooking the pancakes.

“sure are, didn’t even realize ‘til she ‘bout bit my finger off”, he jokingly waved a finger at charlotte and you all laughed as she giggled at him.

“oooh! can i see?!”, even henry was excited about her new milestone.

you sat down at the kitchen table and placed charlotte on top so that she was facing you. henry joined and held a hand to her back while you took her face in your hands. charlotte was chomping away at her freezer ring and it was already covered in drool.

you softly pulled it from her mouth, “let mama see, baby.. oh my goodness! you do have some teeth in there!”, you cooed as you gently opened her mouth to take a look at her baby teeth.

ever the responsive baby, she squealed in response to your words. she let you hold her mouth open long enough for henry to take a peek, but she realized that her mouth was starting to hurt without her teething ring.

she settled down as you put her back in your lap with an arm holding her close to you. you bounced her softly and brushed her curls from her face, “she’s growing up, ted..”

ted shot you a smile from where he was flipping the pancakes, “i know! if we’re not careful, she’ll be as tall as henry next week!”

ted’s words made henry laugh, “no she won’t dad! she’s just a baby!”

more quiet now, charlotte have a drool-covered smile around her teething ring that was slowly growing warm.

“our big girl, huh baby?”, her high-pitched giggle made you all smile.

“alright, henry these are about done. want to help me with the last ones?”

henry eagerly shot up and ran to help ted flip the pancakes. you flipped charlotte around to where she could lie against your chest and gave yourself a moment to just hold her.

she immediately pressed her cheek against the part of your chest not covered by your t-shirt. her eyelashes fluttered against your skin, and even though it tickled you had no intentions of moving her. she began growing fussy against you as her teeth began hurting again.

“shhh,” you shushed her and began gently rocking her, “i know it hurts baby, i’m sorry.”

you didn’t realize it but ted had stepped away and left henry in charge of the pancakes. he quickly returned with some baby teething gel you’d picked up in preparation for this moment.

“oh- thank you, honey.”, he handed it to you before returning back to where henry was standing near the stove.

“look at that sweet girl, daddy’s got us all fixed up.”, you sat her back on the table and she fiddled with her now lukewarm teething ring. she watched you take the cap off the gel and smear a little on your pinky.

“here, baby..” she quickly opened her mouth to gnaw on your pinky and hummed in content as the gel began kicking in.

in seconds your finger was covered with drool but it was worth it to know she was a little bit more comfortable.

“breakfast is ready, darlin’.. you want a plate?”, Ted came up behind you and put a warm hand on your back as he spoke.

“I’m okay right now, tryin’ to help out our girl here. We’re gonna come to the table though, I’ve missed you guys these past few days.”

ted smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your hair. “I’ll go ahead and put a plate in the fridge for you?”

you smiled back, “thanks teddy.”

charlotte had somehow calmed down even more after you moved her to the table and she could see everyone. her eyes grew heavy after she finally got comfortable and you moved her so that she could nap on your chest.

her chubby hands grabbed a hold of your shirt while she drifted off in your arms. mouth slightly open, she was drooling all over your pajama top but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. you were just glad she’d finally got some relief.

as ted and henry filled you in on their upcoming week, you rubbed soft circles on her back and pressed kisses to her wispy curls.

“mom, did you know my friend alex has TWO baby sisters?”, henry’s hopeful tone made you raise your eyebrows.

“does he, now?”

“mhm”, henry hummed as ted shot you a panicked ‘I’m sorry’ look.

you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the look, though. you loved the family you’d made with ted and had no qualms with expanding it.

henry continued filling you in on the details of his weekend plans with ted as he got up to put his plate in the sink. he ran to the living room to turn on the show he’s been watching recently.

charlotte stirred on your chest, and you looked at her with the biggest heart eyes on earth. she looked so much like ted.

while you admired her features, ted stammered out an, “i-i’m so sorry about what he said. i don’t want you to think- i know you just-“

“you don’t want another one, teddy?”

“wha- no! no, i absolutely do! i just.. i had no clue he was gonna say that, i’m sorry.”

“s’not anything to worry about, love. would love another one of your babies. maybe not right now, but that doesn’t mean i want that any less.”

ted seemed almost relieved, his shoulders relaxing at your words.

charlotte had begun to stir at the sound of ted’s voice, and it was clear she still felt poorly. as soon as she took in her surroundings and registered the pain in her mouth, she began to cry around her pacifier. little tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

her tiny feet dug into your legs as she tried standing up with her hands grabbing onto your shoulders.

“hi, baby.. you’re okay sweet girl..” you shushed her.

“dada! dada!” she wailed around her pacifier. she seemed inconsolable. and as soon as ted heard her words, he was on his feet and approaching the two of you with open arms.

her outstretched arms mirrored his, and her wailing turned into whimpering the moment she was settled in his arms. charlotte turned and tucked her face into ted’s neck. she was still whimpering but had definitely settled down some.

you stood in front of them and rubbed at her back while ted cooed at her. she always loved attention from you both at the same time, so she really settled down after that.

“you’re such a good mom, angel.”

your cheeks turned bright red at his compliment.

“you’re a great dad, teddy. we love you so much.”

“the three of you are my world. how could i not want more?”

you and ted went into the living room, where the three of you settled on the couch. henry had fallen asleep in ted’s oversized recliner while watching his show, and you didn’t miss the tiny grin on his face when you draped his favorite blanket over him.

ted changed the channel to watch the day’s football match, and charlotte got comfortable against his broad chest. seeing her tiny form draped over his strong, hairy chest always does things to you. he still hasn’t acknowledged your statement, but you’d learned to give him a bit of time to mull things over in his head over the years.

her eyes grew heavy as she listened to his heartbeat and the hum of the TV. it wasn’t long before you followed, drifting off with your head on the armrest and feet in ted’s lap.

ted rubbed her back while her breathing evened out and spoke up after a few minutes, “you’d really want another?”

a smile spread across your face, “of course, ted. absolutely.”

ted nodded silently and you could tell he was beginning to overthink.

“talk to me, babe.”, you poked your foot into the side of his thigh. when you first met him, he would’ve denied anything was wrong. he would’ve pushed it down and bottled it up.

now, he found comfort in telling you his fears. he let himself be scared and be taken care of by you. he’d come such a long way from the dark place he was in when you first met.

“you don’t think i’m gettin’ too old?”, his voice was small and he kept his eyes fixed on charlotte as he spoke.

“ted you aren’t old! i call you my old man but it’s out of love. you have so much life and brightness in you.. being old isn’t anywhere on your radar yet.”

“but, what about when my mom pulls some more bull again, talkin’ about me movin’ to kansas n’all that? because now it won’t just be her, it’ll be another one she’s gon’ try to use as leverage and-“

“ted, breathe.”, you’d sat up now and rubbed at his arms that were wrapped around your daughter.

“that.. what happened when your mom came here last time isn’t going to happen again. we’re not putting any of us through that regardless of if we have another one or not.. did she call again?”

“yeah. last night while you had the kids in the bath. throwin’ all kinds of stuff out there about this being a ‘phase’ n’all that. told her to call me if there’s an emergency and just hung up.”

you were both silent, and you could tell his blood was boiling just as yours was.

“i’m proud of you ted. i know she’s being.. difficult.”

“m’just scared because.. havin’ another just gives me more chances to screw ‘em up and i don’t- i couldn’t.”, his eyes stayed fixed on the little girl in his arms as his voice grew tight.

“you haven’t screwed anything up. you love these kids, you love me. you were literally meant to be a dad and, shit, a husband too. you have the most gentle, kind, loving heart. there’s not a single bit of me that worries about these kids with you.”

“s’just so easy to imagine sometimes, you know? I worry about somethin’, then I imagine it happenin’ and I start circling the drain..”

“you’re growing and learning too, just like them. it’s okay to worry, hun.. but they’re here, and they’re wonderful.. they’re you.”

“it has been brought up by the boys lately.. especially now that she’s getting older.”

a smile had finally appeared on his face.

“just think about it, ted. doesn’t have to happen tonight. just want you to know that i’m beyond happy to have another baby with you, love.”, your words were exactly what he needed to hear.

“we may need to get to practicin’ then..”

thanks for reading!

[strawberrystepmom]

inspired by this thought i had yesterday! modern au, coworker kakashi. f!reader, flirtation, mostly fluff. wc 1.3k

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune as usual ♡

You hear footsteps headed toward the edge of your desk that make you look up from where you type quickly, finishing firing off the latest round of emails that could have been resolved with a simple phone call. Most of these issues don’t even need your attention, you think while firing off minimal responses and sighing. Glancing up, you spot two gray eyes peeking over the top of the cubicle surrounding you and you laugh knowing exactly who they belong to.

“Hi Ka-”

Kakashi interrupts you when he raises his brows and holds a worn copy of the book the two of you have spent the week reading over the top of the partition, a woman wrapped in the arms of a caricature of a muscular man while tipping her head back to present her neck to him. Your face heats seeing the cover where everyone else can see it too and you shoot him a glance, begging with your eyes and hoping he’ll lower the book.

“Don’t forget this time.”

“It was one time,” you instantly jump to defend yourself after missing the book club yesterday. You got caught up on a call that was impossible to sneak away from and you received a text message from the man himself later in the day, his eyes visible over the cover of the book. It was hard to keep your laughter to yourself upon seeing it, snorting alone at your desk.

Missed you today, the accompanying text read.

The message made you ponder the meaning between the words themselves. You enjoy his company in a way you never thought you would, most of your coworkers warning you that he’s a little bit of an oddball, but the two of you clicked and have never looked back. He even organized this little club in an effort to get you to step away from work more often, knowing you’re frequently the last person left in the building long after the rest of the lights are out.

“Luckily for you I’m finishing up right now,” you snip and he watches you reach down into your bag and produce a paperback novel matching his. You can’t see his smile, it’s hidden below the partition because you know he’s bending his knees to keep only his eyes visible, but the way those very eyes crinkle a bit at the corners tells you everything you need to know.

“Good because we have a lot of ground to cover,” he mutters. “They…you know.”

He waggles his brows and you nod, smirking. They did indeed…you know…in the latest chapter and you’ve been dying to talk about it with him after 35 previous chapters of intense build up and back and forth. A teeny glimmering hope in you almost wants the book to be drawing parallels to your own life but you don’t want to make something out of a simple workplace friendship - two oddballs carving out space for themselves side by side.

That does sound a little romantic now that you think about it, doesn’t it?

“Come on then, we only have 15 minutes.”

Broken from your reverie by his words, you nod and smile, standing up and stretching a little as you hurry around the corner and to his side. He looks good today, neatly pressed gray pants and a navy blue sweater that hugs his arms in a way you noticed immediately seeing him, and your face heats again. Why is it so hard for you to accept that he’s merely your friend? 

The two of you walk in comfortable silence to the break room, plopping down in the chairs that HR insisted were placed there to make you comfortable and not because they had a complaint about there being no seating in here prior, submitted by Kakashi himself. They don’t know that, of course, but you do and you settle in, risking another glance at your companion.

“Alright so when we left off, he was admitting his feelings, right?”

You nod, pulling your own book open to the dog eared page you’d left it on. He notices immediately, watching you untuck the corner, and scoffs.

“Use the bookmark I gave you, do you know how long I had to dig in bargain bins to find two copies of this book?”

He holds up the book, Domesticating the Duke, and stares at you incredulously. Despite yourself, you laugh. Gleeful and from the bottom of your heart, in a way that no one else has managed to draw from you.

“You’re right. I need to make sure the little puppy covered bookmark stays in the book but sadly today it’s on my kitchen table so for now we are doing this,” you raise the book and thumb through the pages, showing him the other dog eared corners and making him cringe.

“Why do I hang out with you?”

Shrugging, you shift in the chair and let one of your smart casual loafers hang off of your foot. He likes to see you so comfortable, too used to seeing the way your back is hunched over your desk. He could look at you like this forever, easy going smile and one arm dangling over the arm of the chair. You make his mind feel…different and not in the usual way. You make him feel challenged yet met, comfortable yet disturbed, whole yet confused.

It’s a lot to take in.

“I dunno, you said yesterday you missed me so what is the truth Hatake?”

He laughs now, carding his fingers through his hair.

“I did miss you. We’re getting to the best parts and you ditched me.”

You gasp, putting the book in your lap and leaning forward to close some of the distance between the two of you.

“I did not! I was on an quarterly analytics call, something you also should have probably been on mister operations analyst.”

He shrugs, flip as ever. He’s only here to do the work he’s assigned to do and not go the extra mile like you feel the need to. 

“The world didn’t stop because I wasn’t there so clearly things are fine.”

How can you argue? He’s right so you back down, leaning back into the chair and picking up your book again. He sets his copy down now, on the arm of his chair, and places his hands on his thighs in a way you know means he has something to say. He’s full of quirks, all of which you’ve found yourself figuring out quickly.

“Since we’re getting to some less work appropriate parts of the book I wanted to ask if you’d rather do this after work,” he finally spits out after a few beats of silence. “If not, I get it but we should probably start picking cleaner books if that’s the case.”

You smile, dipping your chin to hide it.

“I’d love that, actually.”

It feels wrong to assume this is his way of asking you on a date but given the blush covering the bridge of his nose and the pink touching the visible tips of his ears, that’s exactly what just happened.

“Great. We can just hang out for the next 10 minutes then and we can discuss the actual points of interest at my place later, if that’s okay?”

You nod again, still keeping your face partially hidden. This is what you’ve been hoping all of these 15 minute moments, the 30 minute lunch conversations, would turn into and you feel giddy like a little girl. 

Choosing to pick the book back up to spend the last 10 or so minutes of your break reading, you open to the last page you remember looking at and scan over the words. They don’t grab you immediately so you look up over the top of the book, only to be met with a pair of gray eyes doing the exact same thing. Sneaking a glance.

[cerridwen007]

Scarlet Snowball.

pics above from pinterest used for aesthetic purposes only*

Pairing: Vampire!Joel Miller x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 1.2 k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: You're on your knees for Joel when things get a little messy….not that Joel minds.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT, BLOOD, PWP, Nosebleeds, descriptions of sneezing/nosebleeds, blood drinking, cumplay, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, kissing, swearing, no y/n, sappy fluffy ending.

A/N: Hi yall, it's been a minute since i've posted any sort of writing, over 2 months, in fact. Many reasons why that is, I had a bit of a depressive episode november- december, that wasn't fun and then I sort of just had enough with feeling shitty and got my hours reduced at work, did things I had been putting off and planned a whole bunch of fun things. So yeah, this last month has been busy and eventful but good. I didn't do a whole lot of writing during that time, but I've finally gained some more time and motivation, so I'm hoping to get back into posting more regularly. Um, I may have come up with this at work cause I was late with a nose bleed…possibly. This is probably the freakiest thing i've written, and I kinda love it, so I’d say look out for more of these kinda fics in the future. Also, shout out to @toxicanonymity and @lincolndjarin whose fics i've been loving lately, and their darker themes in their writing definitely have inspired me to try my hand at it. Any interactions with my posts are always welcome and appreciated. Hope y'all have a great day. Love you! ❤️

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“Ah…fuck baby. Just like that. Fuck…… just like that.” Joel groans above you as your lips stretch to fit around his beautifully tanned and veiny girth.

You continually bob your head up and down his salty skin, humming at his deliciously musky taste. You're not in any rush to make him cum. Instead playing around with different paces, building him up hard and fast only to slow down when he nears his peak. He’s gradually become more of a whiney, mess as you work your magic on him. Your hands are always keeping occupied, either playing with his balls or stroking what of his length isn't in your mouth. His own hands gently caress your hair, ensuring it doesn't get in your face.

Suddenly, a horrible but familiar feeling graces your senses, a ticklish sensation building behind your nose. You quickly pull off Joel's still aching cock and sneeze, trying your best to keep your mouth closed. 

Joel brows instantly knit in concern. “Bless you, sweetheart. You're alright? You know you shouldn’t hold in ya sneezes. it's bad for ya.”

“Yeah it's just allergi-”you respond before sneezing once again, only this time you don't hold it in. But luckily managing to miss Joel with your projectile germs. Your closed eyes squint together for a bit as the sensation fades before opening them in horror to a crimson mess of splattered blood, speckled all over Joel’s cock and thighs. 

He looks down at your mess with blown eyes before meeting your gaze. You stare back at him with wide eyes filled with shock, which seem to finish him off as he begins shooting large white ropes of cum on your now blood stained face. Still in a confused haze you take a second before quickly reattaching your lips back onto the tip of his cock, not wanting to waste another drop of his liquid gold. A symphony of louder than usual groans and whines spill from Joel’s lips, blessing your ears as an irony, salty flavour floods your taste buds. Your nose still dripping with a crimson river, starts to travel past your chin down your neck and collarbone. Yet you sit obediently, taking everything he has to give, a perfect picture of a lover devoted to sharing their blood and soul for the pleasure of the one they love. 

Your brows screw together with concentration. You, not exactly, loving the taste of blood, just hold all of the swirling red and white fluids into your mouth till Joel finishes. He lets out a growl, one of pure lust, almost inhuman. As he lets his eyes hungrily take in the stunning sight of you, baring all, on your knees before him, as your blood drips all over your curves. He nearly cums again just from the sight. You only just now think to put your hand up to your nose to try and stop the bleeding, only to have Joel quickly grip your hand and harshly pull it away before hoisting you up to full height. He bares his teeth like a predator as his head lowers inches away from your’s. His chest rises and falls as he breathes in deep, the scent of your life force.

Joel’s lips crash onto yours, his grip on you only intensifying, as if the moment he lets go, you'll disappear. He licks deeply into your mouth, capturing your combined flavors onto his own tongue. A moan of appreciation is shared between the two of you as you melt into each other's mouths. His large hands grip your arms with such force, and you're sure to bruise within the hour. He devours you with such intensity, like he needs you to survive, which he does. You manage to pull back much to Joel's annoyance when your head starts to feel light. He takes the opportunity to lick his lips and revel in the taste of you. 

“So damn sweet for me, baby.” He purrs as he dips his head back down to now start licking up the drying blood staining your neck and chest. 

You moan as his tongue cleans the dripping vermillion from your chest. He pauses now and then to suck the skin into his mouth and softly bite it, marking you, his favourite treat. Your hand flys up to grip onto his dark curls, threading your stained fingers through the fluffy tangles. He consumes every inch of your skin covered in your bloody mess. Vibrations run atop of your skin from his hums and moans creating goosebumps, a clear sign of Joel enjoying himself. You whine when you feel his once again erect cock rub glistening drops of precome against your thigh. You latch your hand onto him and begin stroking, he bites harshly into your breast, pleasure surging through his veins.

“Always make me feel so good darling.” Joel moans against your skin, his tongue licks, soothing the marks he just made in your flesh. He works faster to clear the cherry coloured stains from your skin, getting closer and closer to where you're throbbing for him. Your hand releases his cock as the need to come yourself makes your head grow fuzzy.

“Joel please…please.” You beg him, not giving any specifics but Joel knows what you're asking of him.

He smiles up at you with a devilish grin before, fully sinking to his knees and grabbing your left thigh to place it upon his shoulder. He wastes not a single second before he starts devouring his second favorite substance in the world (second only to your sweet, sweet blood). His strong tongue delves between your glistening folds. You can't help but grind yourself on his nose, your clit being perfectly stimulated by his hawkish feature. 

“Shit Joel…fuck. You make me feel so good.” You whine, as his tongue licks hard over your clit.

He pushes the remainder of the pinkish fluids he had secretly held in his mouth into your dripping cunt with his tongue. He then inserts his two middle fingers into you to fuck it deeper. The pressure of his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you and his wet lips curled around your clit, has you quickly reaching your peak. Your vision is lined with stars as Joel works you through your peak. Your nails bite into his skin on his shoulders, leaving small red marks as the pleasure seizes hold over your entire body and mind. 

“Atta girl, just like that, wanna taste you over and over again.” Joel keens from between your legs. 

The room fills with squelching sounds, and your desperate moans and pleads grow more inherent as you grow overstimulated. Your knees shake and wobble as you try and gently push his head away when it becomes too much. He relents after placing a few lingering kisses to your pussy before standing, pulling your body close to his, ensuring you have some stability while you recover.

Your racing heart slows as you find comfort in the arms of your lover. You look up at him and place a soft lingering kiss to his reddened lips. He kisses you back gently before leaving a kiss upon the crown of your head. You rest your head upon his chest when Joel suddenly picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

“I love you, Joel, with all my life.”

“I love you too, baby, forever, my love.”

***************

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .09

"Sir, you can not be in here."

“[Name]!” A voice screamed into my ear, jolting me awake from my sleep. Covering the top of my body with a blanket since I slept in a tank top I tiredly stare at my abuser. “What time is it?” I groan, lifting a hand over my eyes due to the light coming in from the bus windows. “Time to get off the bus.” Bill laughs, Georg was next to him eating a granola bar. Rolling my eyes I laid back down. Springroll made a little noise, wiggling in my side to get comfortable again. 

I glance over at the clock and it was only 8:30 in the morning. It does seem like the bus is stopped though so I fix my shirt and stand up unfortunately to Springroll. “Where is everyone else?” I stretch my arms into the air, moaning at the feeling. 

“They all went into the hotel already. The hotel said they had a buffet open.” Georg explains as Bill was already running off. I’m surprised he’s up and so energetic. Usually, he’s the complete opposite of me. Being bitchy and annoyed with everyone. I just know someone’s going to say something that irritates me. 

I lift Springroll into my arms. Luckily this hotel takes pets they said they actually prefer cats coming in over dogs. Less noisy. 

“Ah, I’m going to find a hoodie. I’ll join everyone in a minute.” I tell him, he just nods, listening to what I say. After what happened with the managers I got a call from Jace the same night. He told me he’s going to join our last two shows before we leave for the United States. Something that is really going against what my managers want. They do not want me seen with anyone other than bandmates or really just Tom. Something I wish I could argue on. 

Tom has been a bit sweeter but still avoidant from me. I should be the one avoiding him. He said that stuff about me and ever since the meltdown he’s now looking at ways to get away from me or get out of a conversation when I join it. He’s doing the exact opposite of what we were told to do in public as well. He’s going to get us yelled at once again. 

Whatever his deal is he needs to chill. He could’ve told me to stop holding his hand or leaning on him if he wanted to but he told me I was okay. Ugh, I shouldn’t be stressing over my frustration with him. 

It was another thing I tried talking to Jace about but every time I go to complain about Tom or anything for that matter he talks about himself and switches the whole subject.

It’s really weird. 

Anywho, I threw on a grew crewneck and slipped on shows as I got off the bus. I held Springroll as I walked in the breeze to get into the large building. A security guard had opened the door, a quiet thank you slipping out of my mouth in passing. 

I joined the group and got a plate of my own. The others had either finished their food or were getting seconds right now. Tom was ahead of me getting fruit and cereal so I silently crept up to him. “Strawberries and raspberries?” I snicker, it’s the same thing every time he picks fruit. That or pineapple too. “Yeah?” He scoffs and I just lift one hand up in defense. 

“4 more shows until the U.S.A!” I cheered the last part jokingly and he just laughs shaking his head. “How do you feel?” I ask him. 

“Oh you know, I get to party. Have fun with some girls.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I scrunch my nose pretending to be disgusted. I really felt a pang in my stomach. Weird.

“I wish, I got stuck with Jace now.” I dramatically say, obviously, it was a joke just like his sort of was meant to be but we all know he was telling the truth. “Whose fault is that?” He gave me a look and I furrow my eyebrows. “What does that mean?” 

“I mean, you chose to date him even after questioning it.” He points out but for some reason, it just hits me the wrong way. “Don’t throw that in my face,” I tell him, he just takes a bite of a strawberry. “You’re the one who complained to me.” Tom reminds me and I stare at him for a minute, pressing my lips together tightly. “I’ll make sure to never do that again, don’t worry.” I huff, walking away from him. 

Sure it may have seemed like I asked for that. Maybe I was a little over dramatic with walking away but I’m happy with whatever relationship I have with Jace. Obviously, I was having a hard time with it but I shouldn’t have that thrown in my face. 

I think…

No, I shouldn’t! Screw Tom, I need to stop talking to him. Why do I do this to myself?

I make my way over to Johanna, she’s finally not around Gustav where I can talk to her myself. 

“[Name], want to go to a spa later!?” She points to a spa room and my eyes widen. Ever since performing, I’ve had a terrible ache in my back. “Yes!” I hold onto her arm excitedly. “Didn’t think you’d be that happy about a spa.” She laughs. 

“You have no idea.” I grin. “Want to bring Bill?” I look over at the black and white-haired boy who sat with Georg. He finally lost the energy he once had to annoy me. 

“Of course.” She takes a quick drink from her apple juice. 

I’m going to have to figure out who will watch my cat or just take her with me and see if they will allow her to just sit in her little cage or something. 

After eating we told Bill about the spa and we ended up letting the boys know what we were doing before sneaking off without warning. That means they had to unpack the bus without us into our rooms. Like normal the boys shared their room and then Johanna and I got our room. Tom ended up taking Springroll even though he looked against it. He, Georg, and Gustav promised to look after her. 

“Dude this is going to be amazing.” Bill shakes me from behind, he held onto my shoulders as we waited for the ladies to get their set up ready. They already got us changed into just robes. 

One lady steps out and she seems pretty nervous as she looks at us. “So, you three are going to have to be separated. One in one room and two in the other. I apologize if that’s an inconvenience.” She bows her head down in sorrow as if we were going to get pissed. I raise my hand super quick though. “I’ll be separated.” I laugh. Bill gasps. “I want to be separated.” He pouts as Johanna just looks at us like what the fuck. 

The lady seemed a lot more relaxed after we picked who was going where. Johanna is going to be separated since it’s only fair. She’s paying for the extra things. 

I ended up getting a man masseuse. This confused me because I didn’t see him in the beginning but I’m not objectifying anything, this man is attractive. I shouldn’t be thinking that though. Sadly I have a boyfriend who prevents those thoughts. 

There was still a separation between Bill and me as we had a curtain there. Once he was done cleaning off the table he helped me up and took the robe off leaving me in a towel so when I laid down he put it just below my lower back. He didn’t even look my way either. He was a gentleman y’all. 

“Is there any area you want specifically?” He asks, opening the bottle of oil. “My back, in the middle really,” I inform him, I completely laid my face into the hole and relaxed my once very tense body. I thought this was going to be weird at first but after getting the hang of everything around me it seemed nice. Also I really just need to relax in general.

Hearing Bill hum a few times I tried hard not to laugh. Then I heard the door open. My masseuse suddenly stopped, whispering to whoever opened the door and since I was closest I listened in. Bill probably wouldn’t have been able to since he chose to have music playing. Like one of those elevator types but more enjoyable. 

“Sir, you cannot be in here.” My masseuse tells the person. “I’m sorry, it’s kind of an emergency. I’m Bill’s brother.” 

Tom? Of course he ruins this for us. 

Emergency?

“Kind of an emergency?” He questions in return. “Okay, it’s an emergency for the girl. To [Name]. Well, it will be if you don’t let me tell her.” He seemed out of breath, and this started to worry me, I lifted my face up and it was very bright. Having to get used to it I see Tom playing with his hands as he was trying to convince this man to let him through. 

“Um, it’s okay,” I tell the masseuse who seemed annoyed by now. Probably thinking he wasn’t going to get paid. 

I adjust myself to sit up, covering my chest. The guy helps me put my robe back on. “What’s going on?” I roll my eyes, fixing the robe but he takes my arm and pulls me outside of the room. “Tom!? Seriously, what the fuck are you doing?” I glare at him.

“Springroll, she uh... She got loose somewhere in the hotel.” He sighs, and my eyes widen. My baby… The love of my life. Loose in a hotel… that we are only staying at for three nights. This huge ass hotel and my cat is missing. “Are you,” I cut myself off to take a deep breath. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I shout in a whisper-type way. He shushes me, looking around. “She couldn’t have gotten far this just happened. I let a worker know too.” He tells me, placing a hand on my shoulder but I shove it off. 

“You better fucking find her, Tom Kaulitz.” I shove his chest. “Pay for my thing for me I’m going to look for her,” I order him, running out of the room in the short-ass robe.

Tom I guess told Bill and Johanna since they are change back into their clothes and joined me in searching for my cat. 

“I’m so going to beat your brother’s ass for this.” I tear up, I stop and put a hand on my forehead. “Me too, I’m so sorry [Name].” Bill brings me into a hug and I break down crying. 

“This is my baby, we have to find her, Bill.” I push away and carry back down the hall.

It’s been 45 minutes in and we still can’t find her. We were currently separated searching for her. The workers said they would keep an eye out on her and walkie other workers to get one of us. 

“What if we can’t find her?” I mumble, tears still streaming down my face. “We will, don’t talk like that.” Bill snaps at me, and we continue down the long hallway.

“Here, let’s change the subject to sort of get your mind off this.” He starts and I deadpan at him. How is anything going to get my mind off of my Springroll? My tan tabby baby. 

“What’s your deal with Tom?” He raises an eyebrow and I give him a look. “What?” I mutter out, what the fuck does he mean. “I mean, why do you hate him so much. Growing up we were all so close. You were probably closer to him than me.” He explains, my eyes go straight to the floor then back to looking around, remembering what we were doing in the first place. I shook the treat bag one more time before speaking up. 

“It’s not my place to speak on.” I bite on my bottom lip and he stops suddenly. “[Name], you two obviously aren’t over it. Please just tell me.” I stop as well and turn to face him since he was now a few steps behind. “Bill, it’s not important right now. My cat is missing. I’m not worrying about my relationship with your twin brother.” I exclaim a little bit louder than intended. Shaking the bag again I continue looking. 

It was silent for a few moments before he speaks again. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” He apologizes. I just hum, turning the hall. “I think it’s best we go different ways. I’ll talk to you about it later.” I frown, he just says okay and does as I say. Going in the other direction.

Thinking about what he asked I fixed my robe once more, tying it tighter. 

Why would he ask that so suddenly? Why I and Tom didn’t like each other anymore. He didn’t even question it when it happened I figured he knew or was told. I thought it was something everyone knew but didn’t speak on. 

Maybe I was wrong.

“I like you [Name], I do.” He tells me and I smile sweetly. “Then ask me out already.” I grab onto his arm, leaning my head onto his shoulder as we sat side by side on my porch in the backyard by the pool. “Not yet.” He whispers. 

“If you like me, what’s stopping you?” I laughed, not exactly understanding what was happening. “[Name], you deserve someone better.” He explains and I look up at him. “You’re quite enough, Tom.” I stare into his eyes as he sadly looked back into mine. “Not yet…” He repeats.

“I’m leaving, anything you want to say?” I ask in a hopeful tone towards Tom who just sat on the couch with a blank expression. “Have fun.” He mumbles. I make my way over to him and place my hands on my hips. “That's it? I’m leaving for five months and that’s it?” I scrunch my nose, confused as he just sat there. “[Name] we can’t be together, stop holding onto something that is not there!” He suddenly exasperates and I take a single step back.

I blink a few times, mainly holding back tears but not understanding what he is saying. “You said you liked me.” I simply state. “You said eventually we’d be something. Your words have me holding on. If you had just told me this was going to be a waste I would’ve been done a long time ago.” My voice breaks embarrassingly as I try my hardest not to raise or lower my voice. 

“You told me the distance wouldn’t hurt us.” I cried out, he gets up from his spot and suddenly I feel stupid for even saying anything. Realizing we’re only 14, how could 14-year-olds be so dramatic. 

“It’s not the distance. It’s me. I can’t do it.” He goes to touch me but I step back again. “Why?” 

He just stares at me in response.

“Tom. Don’t speak to me when I come back.” I walk out of the room. 

Looking back at it, it was pretty dramatic. And hey, it could be but he gave me a lot of confusing gestures. He was sweet to me, he did everything that a normal boyfriend would do. He just wouldn’t put the label or do anything in public and I never understood why. 

When I came back though he did as I asked, he never spoke a word but that turned into us arguing and then it was constant. We couldn’t stand each other. Now here we are 17 and 18 years old still hating each other for no reason other than we decided not to date at 14 almost 15 years old. 

When I came back after those five months I had turned 15 and met Jace. Since Tom hated him off the bat I dated him in spite of Tom. Maybe not the best way to start a relationship but he loved me. He showed me things I never knew about myself.

I will never tell him why our relationship started but that’s okay. He doesn’t need to know. 

“[Name]!!!” A voice screams down the hall and my head snaps their way. It was Tom holding Springroll as he ran over to me, I met him halfway and took her from his arms. “Oh my fucking god!” I screamed, sliding against the wall to the ground, holding Sringroll to my face. 

“Don’t do that again, you stupid cunt.” I whispered in her ear and Tom laughed, kicking my legs. “Cover your legs.” He mutters just loud enough for me to hear as people started walking past. I look down and remember I’m in a robe, doing as he told I shake my head. Utterly embarrassed.

“Nice pink underwear though. Gotta say I didn’t see you as the type.” He laughs and I kick his shins causing him to hiss, falling next to me.

“Thank you,” I say after we calmed down a bit. I turn my head to look at him, he was looking at the wall across from us. 

“I’m sorry for losing her.” He turns his face and we end up being centimeters apart. Our noses almost touched. For a moment we sit there just silent. It felt entrancing. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I was stuck. 

It felt like he was getting closer, our noses now scraping each other every time we breathed.

Springroll makes a high-pitched meow and I let out a breath pushing back from the trance I felt myself once in. His eyes squeezed shut, mentally cursing at himself. 

“I uh, I gotta change and apologize to my masseuse.” I awkwardly laugh, using his knee I stood up. He just nods and I speed walk down the hall, once he was out of sight I leaned against another wall. Taking in a deep breath. 

What was that?

Honestly, I had no idea what this chapter was going to be and I wasn't even going to have drama in another chapter but this was fun and I wanted to start giving a little backstory on their hatred for each other. This is also I think the longest chapter so far. Crazy crazy.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i'm outta my head over you Pt. 5

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today's @steddie-week prompts: hurt/comfort and familiar

While he waits for Wayne to get home so he can confront him about the ‘Teddy’ thing, Eddie thinks back on everything Steve had added to this tape.

He remembers that first time he actually talked to Steve; he was well aware of his existence before the King had so graciously graced him and Gareth with his presence that day, but was that really the time Steve was talking about in his notes? It had to be, there weren’t any other times they talked until the spring break from Hell.

It was only ever burning jealousy for Nancy Wheeler before (and after) that first time. Bitter thoughts of ‘I’d be much better for you than her,’ when he’d spotted them kissing against Nancy’s locker.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby..” Eddie mumble-sings to himself at the memory. That was weird.

Then Steve had gone and dropped his haughty King Steve persona, bullied out of it By Hargrove. He lost Wheeler to Byers, and somehow didn’t become more of an asshole?

Much like the KISS song from a second ago, Eddie sings “Disaster and disgrace, the King has lost his Crown..” without even thinking about it. The song yanked up from whatever recess of his mind holds onto ABBA songs.

Huh. Wait a minute…

Eddie hops up and starts shuffling through his and Wayne’s admittedly impressive record collection. KISS’s Dynasty album he needed was not too hard to find, but Voulez-Vous? That’s…gonna be harder. It’s gotta be around here somewhere though, ABBA is one of Wayne’s guilty pleasures.

Shit…he and Steve have much more in common than he thought…

Eddie moves onto thinking back over those couple weeks spent hiding out with Steve while he hunts. He’s got a few hours to kill.

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The days spent at Casa Harrington both felt like they’d crawled by at a snail's pace, and were over and behind him all too soon. 

It was awkward in the beginning, but they quickly fell into a pattern. 

Eddie was in the guest room on the main floor so he didn’t have to walk more than he needed to with the fresh graft wound on his leg, and Steve was on the couch in the living room (much to Eddie’s dismay).

“Steve, for the love of all that is unholy, PLEASE just sleep in your own bed? I’m perfectly fine down here, promise.”

“Not happenin’ Eds. My couch is super comfy anyway.” 

Steve helps him to the bathroom whenever he needs it, and when he’s at work, Eddie uses those short trips to stretch his leg like his doctor said to.

Luckily for Eddie, the initial bandages on both his donor graft wound and his grafted wound (the biggest on one his left side) came off while he was still in the hospital, so he was able to shower and clean the areas with the mild soap Steve got for him. 

Steve would help him over the lip of the tub after he got undressed (another time to slowly work on stretching the areas a bit), and take his towel from around the curtain once he was in. 

Then he’d hover (every. time.), pretending that he had things to clean in the main floor bathroom until Eddie was done, and help him back out once a towel was around his waist.

The first couple days were the worst; Eddie had next to no energy at all for doing anything , but Steve is nothing if not a gracious host; so when he was led to the bathroom on the first day he needed a shower, Eddie found a small stool in the tub already, the usual bath mat outside the tub, plus some of those stick-on grippy things were stuck onto the floor of the tub and laid out in a path on the tile to where the sink was. 

They were shaped like ducks.

“Ducks, huh?”

“Yep! ‘Rubber Duckie, you’re the one’ and all that. You like ‘em?” He sang (in a perfect imitation of Ernie), genuine as ever.

“Yeah Stevie, I love ‘em.” What else was he gonna say?

Steve had set him down on the closed lid of the toilet and started the water for him, aiming the shower head away from the curtain.

“Okay, let's get these bandages off, huh? Arms up!”

Eddie obliges, raising his arms up over his head as far as they could go for Steve to carefully pull his shirt over his head.

“Sit up straight for me.” He does, and Steve gently works the two large sections of gauze and tape across his torso off.

By time he’s done, Eddie’s shaking with the effort of holding himself up.

“Okay, okay, relax,” Steve coos, “I just have to get the one on your face now, then we’ll worry about your leg.”

Eddie nods, leaning his uninjured cheek into Steve’s large palm while he works the bandage off his other cheek and jaw.

Steve’s hands are so warm, he starts to fall asleep.

“Wake up, sunshine, gotta stand you up.” Steve says, the smile evident in his voice.

Eddie nods, keeping his eyes closed while Steve helps him up, and guides him to hold onto the towel bar.

“Okay, I’m going to take off your sweats, and then I’ll lift the leg of your shorts to take the bandage off. Is that okay, Eddie?”

Eddie nods, still tired.

“Eddie, please tell me what I’m going to do so I know you heard me.”

“Pants off, leg up.”

Wait.

“Wait, that sounded wrong.”

Steve just chuckles, “At least I know you were listening.”

He does exactly what he said he was going to do, and stands back up.

Oh no, now all that’s left is his boxers.

“OK, I’m going to put this over your shoulders and clip it in front,” of course he’s already got a plan for this. Eddie’s heart swells in his chest. “Then all you have to do is shimmy outta your shorts; you’ll still be covered up. Is that alright?”

“Yeah Stevie, sounds great.” Eddie chuckles, and Steve wraps a huge fluffy towel over him. “Where’d you get a giant towel?” he asks as it’s clipped around him with a just-as-giant claw clip.

Eddie feels Steve’s chuckle against his back and fights the urge to relax backward into his arms forever.

“It’s called a bath sheet. You can take some with you when you leave if you want.”

“Hm…A few will have my plasma all over ‘em.” Eddie rationalizes, getting another chuckle from the other man.

“Alright, smarty pants, you should be secure. When you’re ready, I’ll help you get over the edge of the tub so you can sit down on the stool.”

Eddie nods, and starts working his boxers down. Once off, he looks behind him for Steve.

If he wasn’t holding onto this rack for dear life, he’d probably keel over with how hard he laughs.

“What?” Steve feigns stupidity.

“Nice mask, Steve-o.” he’s wearing a leopard print eye mask, his hair sticking out goofily on the sides from where the elastic cinches above his ears.

“I can take it off if you wan–”

“No! Leave it!” Eddie laughs, grateful Steve can’t see how red his face is right now. “Can’t have ya getting a sneak peek of the goods.”

Steve shrugs, “I’ll just wait for the premiere, then. Now!” he brushes past that (and Eddie’s spluttering), “Let’s get you settled.”

He reaches forward for Eddie’s hand on the rack, dwarving it in his, and gently guides the two of them forward, his front to Eddie’s back as support. Damn, his legs are tired.

Steve reaches out ahead of them and blindly swipes for the shower curtain once, twice, catching it on the third swipe and sliding it open.

“Okay Eds, be very careful.”

Eddie steps slowly and carefully over the edge of the tub, realizing why Steve turned the showerhead earlier. The spot he’s stepping onto is still bone dry, much safer.

“Both feet are in, Cap’n. Hold this?” He swaps his hand in Steve’s for the corner of his towel. “Gonna take the clip off and you can take the towel.”

“Got it,” Steve says, and once he’s thrown the towel behind him: “Hand please?”

Eddie puts his hand back where it belongs, and lets himself be supported while he sinks down, slowly, onto the stool.

“I’m good Stevie, thank you.”

“‘Kay.” 

He straightens, letting go of Eddie’s hand and snaps the curtain shut briefly, opening the other end to reach up for the showerhead.

“Ooh, fancy.” Eddie snarks when he catches the handheld head from Steve’s outstretched arm (it was almost too far to his left to grab).

“Shut up.” Steve chuckles and closes the curtain again, talking through it now. “The head should fit between the wall and the bar there, so you can put it down if you need to, the soap you should use is on the shelf on the left with a washcloth, and I snagged my mom’s curly-hair shampoo and conditioner,”

Eddie feels like he’s gonna cry.

“...Doc said not to let the water beat down on your wounds so make sure you keep the spray away, yell if you need me or when you’re done, okay? I’ll grab my blindfold and be here in two seconds flat.”

“Got it, thanks Steve.” Eddie manages through the lump in his throat.

“No problem Eddie."

Steve’s just as careful, gentle, respectful, on Eddie’s way out of the shower; blindfold on, he keeps his arms out for Eddie to lean on while he dries the majority of the water off himself, holding him steady while he pulls on a new pair of boxers.

“I’m taking the blindfold off now,” Steve says, then does, when he doesn’t hear any complaints from his friend. “You gotta stay standing for a little bit longer, okay? Gotta get your leg wrapped up first.”

Eddie nods, trying his best to hold back how heavy his breaths are coming with the constant exertion over the past half hour.

As soon as the last piece of tape is in place, Steve lowers him back onto the lid of the toilet.

“Here, drink this whole glass.” He says, handing Eddie a glass of water and the painkillers he needs.

By the time the water is gone, he’s air dried a bit more. 

Steve carefully scrunches the water from Eddie’s hair, expertly twists it up into the claw clip, and drapes the towel over Eddie’s don’t slip and die bar.

He coaxes Eddie to sit up straight again with the promise of a Star Trek marathon in order to properly apply the prescribed cream and new bandages over the worst of his wounds (“Just a little bit longer sweetheart, you’re doing great!” he says proudly).

Steve ends with the one on his cheek, and once again, Eddie is drifting off; Steve lets him doze, leaned forward onto his stomach with his head turned slightly to get bandaged.

It’s like that every time. Even after Eddie gets stronger and can get in and out of the shower on his own, bitching at Steve in frustration for his damn hovering, he’s there, ready to help him when, by the end of his shower, he’s fully beat and sick to his stomach for being mean to his friend.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, they slowly load Eddie into the beemer, Eddie would suffer through physical therapy, and Steve was there to half-carry him back to the car (and there to order Eddie’s favorite flavor of ice cream for him when he inevitably zonks out in the front seat).

Steve’s always there.

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“You were made for lovin’ me..” Eddie sings, continuing his song-thought from before (though it’s marginally worse after recording the track to the B-side of Steve’s mixtape)

It’s the first song in response to Steve’s side.

“Buckley, you’re a genius.” he mutters to himself.

The front door squeaks open then, oh shit, is Wayne’s shift over already?

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“…shut up..” he says, after agonizing through the memory of his and Steve’s first kiss. Knowing now that Steve had meant it, well, not actually, but actually wanted to have it be more of a deal… Yeah, Wayne and Robin are right. Doofus to Steve’s Dingus! Right here!

“You’ve at least got your shit together now, right? You got a plan?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it,” he dismisses, “Speaking of, where’ve you hidden Voulez-Vous ?”

“S’that why all our albums’re out?” Wayne slumps down into his recliner with his mug (this time, it’s the Campbell’s Soup one). 

“...I’ll put ‘em away, I promise.”

Wayne sighs, but reaches down the side of his chair nearest the wall with his free hand, and returns with the album in his hand.

“Aw what the hell, I never would’ve found that!”

“A man’s recliner pockets are a sacred place.” 

“Ew..?”

“I’ll leave it here fer ya, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ with it now. You’re going to bed.” Wayne emphasizes the ‘you’re going to bed’ part.

“Fine, fine,” Eddie tosses his hands up, “I’ll worry about woo-ing my man in the morning.”

Wayne’s responding “Ew.” is both muffled and amplified by his mug.

He spends the early afternoon after waking up cleaning up his mess like he’d promised, packing away all the vinyl into their designated cabinets under their kitchen bar before pulling out Voulez-Vous .

As soon as he hits stop on recording The King Has Lost His Crown (seriously, the tape had just clicked to a stop), his front door bursts open.

“The hell??” Eddie shoots up from his spot on his bedroom floor to the front door.

Dustin and Will are on either side of Max, supporting her over the threshold..

“Is she okay? What are you all doing here? You shits are lucky I just stopped recording!” he fusses.

“We were bored at my place, so we came to visit. Now stop being a Steve and grab my chair from outside.” Max commands.

“Rude.” Eddie scoffs, but does as she demands. “Your throne, m’lady.”

The two boys lower her into the seat and wheel her back in line with the couch before collapsing down on it themselves.

“So what are you recording?” Dustin asks, pulling his feet up to sit cross-legged on the cushion.

“Uh…” Shit!  “…It’s a party mixtape, a couple songs for each of ya.”

Will lights up “Can we hear?”

“What songs did you use for me?”

“Yeah, what about me? I’m assuming you got some Kate Bush.”

“Calm down! Calm down, it’s a surprise, okay?

“Whose did you just record?” Will asks, ever the calming presence.

“It was one of Steve’s obviously.”

Eddie blanches.

“How d’ya figure?” Dustin asks Max, incredulous. “You can’t just know these things.”

“He came out here with ABBA in his hand. Obviously that’s one of Steves”

He did? Eddie looks over at the kitchen counter; yep, there it is. Tossed haphazardly onto Wayne’s stack of old pay stubs.

“Ooh! Let us pick the other Steve song! Where’re your other records?” Will looks around, Max starts to move.

“Why should I let you? It was my idea!”

“Uh, we've known him longer. Duh”

“I think I’ve got things covered Dusty–”

“Damn you’ve got a lot of music” Max found their stash. “And it’s a lot of regular people music too, I thought you were a metalhead.”

“Careful, Snoopy, I most definitely am. But music is music, and music is good.”

Will and Dustin are already crowding around her chair to get to the vinyl. Well, there goes all the organizing he just did.

“What about this one?”, “No way, gotta use this!”, “He doesn’t even like them, though..”

Finally, Max stops the assault on his cabinets. “Wait, you guys, I've got it!”

Eddie sighs, giving up. “Whatcha got, Mayfield?”

Part 6 here!

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND WHO WILLINGLY PROVIDED HIS HANDWRITING FOR EDDIE!!! WE LOVE HIM FOR THAT!!!! ❤️

eddie calling max 'snoopy' may or may not come from my parents also calling me that when i was little and would snoop around the house looking for presents when it was close to my birthday

tag list cause y'all asked so nice to be tagged!: @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, and @manda-panda-monium

[subskz]

i like most to least rankings so i’d like to hear your thoughts on these:

most to least bratty member?

most to least masochistic member?

most to least to enjoy rough bdsm sex over soft sex?

sure! ^_^

bratty:

lino

seungmin (i think he’d be a good boy most of the time, but the reason he’s so high up is bc when he’s bratty, he’s most definitely the most difficult and stubborn of the boys…even worse than lino bc i think he’d be a bit harder to break 😭 he has a lot of patience! but he’s not always confident enough to be a tease w you so i think he’d usually be pretty well behaved, for all his teasing he can still be quite shy after all~)

hyunjin (like seungmo i think he’d be good for you most of the time, but he can also be sooo spoiled n smart mouthed. if he feels like he isn’t getting enough attention or affection he’ll pull out all the stops: mimicking u, teasing u, rolling his eyes, huffing, snide remarks, making a big show of lil things like stretching to expose his skin or licking up food from the corner of his pretty lips so you’ll notice him…luckily he’s very easy to break once he gets that attention hehe he’ll be whining out apologies n begging for mercy in no time)

jisung

jeongin (the perfect equilibrium of sweet eager puppyboy who wants to do well and hear your praises, and fussy, sharp-tongued catboy who’s too shy to admit what he wants <3 i think he’d get bratty as a way to play hard to get bc looking too eager and actually having to admit what he wants makes him super embarrassed…but at the end of the day innie is a bit of a pleaser n he cant mouth off too much without taking it back once he sees ur reaction)

felix

chan (definitely has his moments…but i think when he’s bratty it’s mostly playful teasing that he can’t keep up for too long without breaking into giggles…it’s more endearing than anything else <3 unless he really wants a reaction out of u…we all know channie is good at saying very out of pocket things then backing down immediatey after heh)

binnie (the ULTIMATE good boy!!! very whiny but rarely bratty)

masochistic:

hyunjin

jisung (hannie can be kinda sensitive so he may not be into the degradation/humiliation aspect as much…if ur degrading him you have to be physically treating him gently, and if you’re inflicting pain on him u have to be praising him through it all for taking it so well! or calling him a good slut, pretty whore, stuff like that. he likes it when it’s one or the other, but i think both degradation + rough treatment at the same time would be too much for him)

seungmin (he likes physical aspect of it more than verbal…lest we forget “it’s more fun to get hit than attack” hehe. i think he can handle degradation/humiliating acts sometimes but he does get self-conscious, so getting him to really relax into it might be a challenge. when it comes to pain though…i think he’d like testing his limits. him, lino, n hyunjin seem like the type to smile at you after getting their face slapped 💓)

chan

felix

lino (he’d never admit it but i think he wouldn’t endure pain as well as lix might…even when he holds it in quietly it doesnt take long for him to run out of tolernace and start writhing n squirming around, whining abt how mean you’re being </3 i think he’d like that mix of degradation/praise though…calling him pretty n filthy in the same breath, wrapping your hands around his throat n murmuring abt how well he’s taking you, stuff like that!)

jeongin

binnie (our big boy…he is so bad at handling pain he always thinks he can take it then crumbles after just a few slaps or flogs. and i think his poor leo heart wouldnt always be able to take it if u were too mean to him…if you do degrade him expect a lot of whining and you’d better be ready w lots of praise to make up for it after!! but he is into lighter forms of pain like biting/marking)

rough bdsm (this one varies a lot bc i think it’d really depend on the day and the type of mood they’re in!)

hyunjin

lino (curious kitty #1…he’s softer than u think and some days he would much rather be spoiled rotten!! but he still loves the thrill of rougher scenes and would definitely want to try all kinds of toys and kinks and at least once…he’s very intense n passsionate underneath all that playfulness after all~ it’s important to him to be able to trust u w complete control over his pain n pleasure)

felix (curious kitty #2…i think he’d really like being babied and taken care of but when he wants it rough he wants it rough! he wants to be crying and shaking and covered in marks n bruises by the end of it so he can admire them for days to come afterwards n blush over the memories associated w them <3 smth abt trying to be so good for u even when ur being so mean to him just excited him like nothing else, as long as u scoop him up and treat him so sweetly afterwards 💗)

jisung

chan (as much of a soft sub i see channie as, he’s still more than willing to give anything a try for you <3 i think most of the time what he needs is to just be taken care of so gently n sweetly after a long day, but on certain days he wants nothing more than to forget his own name, surrender every bit of control and make himself useful to you, whatever it might entail he’ll be so good through it all!)

jeongin

seungmin (weirdly enough seungmo is high on the brat/masochist scale but not on the bdsm…but i personally think that while he’d be into harder elements like painplay/breathplay etc. he might be a lil more vanilla when it comes to restraints/toys/extreme kinks etc if that makes sense. i think he’d rather keep things simple without getting a bunch of contraptions involved hehe the most he’d probably be into is a collar or smth along those lines! i think he’d just prefer the intimacy of you n him without making things too complicated)

binnie (clearly my softness for binnie is showing in these answers LMAO sorry but him being so low doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be into it at all! i just think he’d often prefer softer scenes where he gets to obey you without any high stakes or super intense play involved, simply bc he wants to be good for you and get showered w lots of praise n affection in the process! i can definitely see him being very into bondage though, shibari that accentuates his big gorgeous muscles and has him at ur mercy to use him however u see fit!)