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larcenywrites · 10 months

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Sleepyhead

Tony Stark x Reader

Retirement has made Tony sleepy eepy 🥺 too sleepy even for a little fun 😴

Warnings: 18+ because there are sexual themes/references | but it’s just cuddly fluff really

Word Count: ~1.3K

The sound of chirping birds was a nice change from blaring alarm clocks and bustling life. The room was lit a natural gray from the mid-morning light, when it used to be pitch black from the early mornings still absent of sun. But more importantly, the once early riser himself was still under the covers next to you.

He was lying on his stomach, face turned away. You stretched out your legs, carefully knocking them with his and shuffling closer to his warmth. Your nose brushed against his paling brown hair when you rested on his pillow, and you brushed over the scar-and-freckle-dappled skin of his bare shoulders. For once, your touch didn't stir him awake, still breathing peacefully in sleep. It wasn't always perfect, but since his retirement, you've both experienced more peace than ever. Your Tony was finally sleeping through the night most nights, and his light sleeper senses were no longer waking him up to every move and sound. Well, usually. He no longer needed to survive, but you were sure he'd never fully shake off all those habits that allowed him to get to where he was now: getting to live.

Maybe you should cherish what used to be few and far between, but the longer your hand rubbed circles along the soft center of his back, and your favorite smell of his sweet sandalwood shampoo engulfed your senses, the more you needed him awake. And it didn't help that he was still nude from the night before…

Your gentle hand drifted back up his spine, eliciting a reflexive shiver from him. You stopped at the base of his neck once he stilled, listening to his deep breathing and soft snoring, making sure he was still sound asleep, even though he wouldn't be for much longer. Your thumb brushed the short hairs on the back of his neck as you propped yourself up, now able to see the side of his face that wasn't smushed into the pillow as you loomed above him. You definitely liked the look a lot better without the once ever-lingering bruises and scrapes.

Combing and picking through the soft locks of his hair, you finally stopped swooning over him and leaned down, pressing your lips to the side of his nose. He didn't even stir as you dragged gentle kisses up to his brow and back down to cover his sun-warmed cheeks. Scratchy stubble prickled your lips when you drifted down to his jaw, exciting you just a little more... and you couldn't help but tease the tip of your tongue along his jawline.

A deep inhale was followed by stretching legs and his warm body shifting against you, finally awake. Sort of.

"Good morning," you sang quietly, lightly tugging at his hair and gently sinking your teeth into his skin, an invitation to play, but the sleepy groan from his throat was far from playful. Smiling through your defeat, you dropped onto his shoulder with a contented sigh when he grumpily turned away from you, hiding facedown in his pillow. But instead of being disappointing, it was rather endearing. You giggled. "Don't tell me I tired you out last night," you teased softly, sliding onto his back. You sat up, straddling him, hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up. His laugh was more of a deep hum from his throat, and his smile was weak as he turned towards you again.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His sarcastic rumble was still half-asleep and honeyed with an attempt at a sultry tone. His eyes were still closed, but barely crinkled with his soft smile. You weren't sure if the butterflies were in your chest or between your legs.

"You seem pretty tired to me," you kept up your teasing. He wouldn't see your arching stretch, but you'd make sure he felt your pressing hands on his shoulders, and your circular grinding on his back. "Maybe you're getting a little too old to be fucking me like that."

"Hmph." You weren't sure if Tony's huff was amused or offended, but it stirred you on either way.

"I can start going easy on you," you suggested innocently. You dug the heel of your hands into his shoulders, smirking at the moan you drew from him as you began to massage down his ever-tight back. With another low rumble beneath you, you chirped up again. "You've just gone a little soft since retirement, it's okay."

"Keep on, and I'll fuck you like that again," Tony quickly retorted, voice still slurred with sleep. You breathed a laugh, giving up on your attempts for now with his empty threat. "Okay, sleepyhead," you said softly, reaching to fix some of the stuck-out hair he'd disheveled when he hid in the pillow. Your gentle touch swiping hair from his brow and tucking away those strays was what finally convinced him to open his eyes. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, making you have to lift yourself until he was settled. You had to resist griding yourself against him again when your hands found a new resting spot on his pecs, and those tired, droopy brown eyes smiled up at you. He deserved a little bit of peace, but it was hard when a cute, at-peace Tony was one of your favorite things!

Instead, you slid your hands over his collarbones and up his neck, lovingly caressing his cheeks before your hands slid back down and met at the center of his chest. Where there was once a standoffish blue glow was now another scar for his collection. Thumbing shapes over his heart, you caught yourself staring too late when another set of hands tentatively rested around your calves. If you stayed like this any longer, those sweet and confused eyes searching yours would drive you wild.

Tony was caught off guard by your quickly incoming kiss, smiling into your lips with a lively chuckle. He lifted his head from the pillow a little, finding the energy to properly kiss you back. You'd be lying if you said his soft lips melding with yours didn't bring a little relief. "Do you think you can get out of bed?" You mumbled and pulled back, causing him to fall back onto the pillow with another one of those cranky groans. He shook his head, eyes screwed shut.

"Not even for breakfast?"

He groaned some sort of no, but a brief pause brought on that usual smirk. "Why would I need to when you're right here?" The warm hands on your calves slid to the backs of your thighs, but you knew he was too tired to commit to the spark between your legs. Even in the worst situation, he just had to be a tease. "Don't make promises you can't keep, sleepyhead," you lovingly called him out, brushing your thumb down his nose just as heavy eyes finally opened again. He huffed a little at the nickname, but that smirk turned into a sweet smile. One that you couldn't help but kiss again.

"Can't we just stay here?" He mumbled pitifully, nearly being cut off by your lips crashing against his. There was a sharp inhale, preparing too late for a long-winded kiss. He couldn't quite keep up, mouth slightly agape and simply waiting for yours to take the lead every time you pulled away to find a new position.

"You're just lazy," you finally answered, pulling away to look down at him. Your hands found his face again, cupping his cheeks and purposely smooshing his lips into an exaggerated kissy shape just as he was speaking.

"I'm not lazy," he pouted, even cuter with the way you were holding him. Giggling, you let him go in order to take another kiss from him.

"Maybe just... a little," you whispered between short pecks. One more long press of your lips to his, and you finally settled down again (for now), melting into his chest and nuzzling into his neck with a sigh that matched his contented humming.

"But I like it."

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historiaxvanserra · 1 year

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hi! can you do some morning headcanons for the bat boys? who wakes up first, how they wake you up, what they do first thing, ect,

Daylight | Morning Headcanons

Rhys

Rhys is usually gone before you wake up if he's got business to attend to.

He'll leave a note for you to find when you wake up-- it's usually something shamelessly flirty.

When you're awake he will have someone bring you your breakfast in bed.

By the time breakfast is over he'll be back from his morning duties to attend to you.

Usually, that means lying in bed together until noon.

Cassian

Cassian is definitely a morning person so he's usually up before you are.

He'll put off waking you for as long as he can but he just gets so impatient and bored waiting for you to wake up!

Like, he misses you.

He'll sneak out to the kitchen and maybe make some coffee and on days where he feels extra helpful he'll cook for you it's not very good though

By the time he's back, you're still asleep but he can see you're starting to stir.

He'll set the coffee down on the nightstand and climb back into bed, running his hands along your arms and his head is in the crook of your neck.

He'll touch you like this until you roll over into his arms breathing in his scent.

Lazy mornings in bed with Cassian usually lead to romantic morning sex as the sun filters through the curtains.

Azriel

Azriel sleeps very late. The sun is usually starting to rise by the time he drifts off to sleep.

That means you usually wake up first.

Azriel is so beautiful when he's sleeping. He looks peaceful; his hair is tousled in haphazard curls and his strong sculpted arms pull you into a comforting hug.

He'll spend all morning like this, following you across the bed whenever you try to move.

Sometimes he'll make little whines when you try to leave him in bed.

Running his fingers through your hair and whispering his words of devotion into your skin.

When he can finally bare to face the day he'll ask you to bathe with him before he has to leave.

The sigh on a towel hung low on his hips is enough to keep you in bed all day.

Eris

Eris is an early riser, he always had been, but now he doesn't get straight out of bed instead he likes to lie there sharing your body heat for as long as he can. He savours it.

He'll lay on his back, his hair loose and messy, he'll place an arm behind his head and the other will stroke slow circles on the skin of your bare shoulder.

He loves to have you close so when you snuggle closer to him, placing a hand on his bare chest, he'll smile sweetly at you.

Sometimes he'll sneak one of his beloved hounds into the bed and let it lay at his side as you sleep peacefully. truthfully mornings are his favourite time of day because it's when he can be his most authentic and vulnerable.

Once the staff begin to wake and carry out their morning duties he'll inform them that you do not want to be disturbed and his sweetness evolves into playfulness or passion.

His favourite way to wake you is his head between your thighs, he'll kiss his way up until he reaches your centre.

He starts slow until you're fully lucid and then he'll look up through thick lashes looking for his answer.

Not that you would ever deny him his favourite meal.

Lucien

Lucien is NOT a morning person at all. He is accustomed to late nights and late mornings.

You wake first most days and your quiet attempts at beginning the day are met with gentle groans from Lucien as he tosses and turns in the bed.

You like to apologise for waking him by crawling your way back into bed to lay with him.

You run your hands along his muscled shoulders and along his well-built arms, kissing softly his sunkissed skin.

He takes some convincing until he finally comes around.

When he does he'll turn to face you, bringing you to straddle his waist.

His hands will roam your body as he adjusts to the morning light as it begins to peak through the drawn curtains.

Morning kisses melt into passionate lovemaking that takes you until noon to finally drag yourselves into the washroom to bathe.

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vexic929 · 3 months

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Child in Time

Chapter 4

Warnings: none

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Eo didn't cry. It was one of the first things Barry noticed in the less than 24 hours he'd had the baby. He'd fuss, make sad whimpering sounds, and wriggle around trying to get whatever it was he wanted, but he never wailed. Not when he was hungry, not when he needed a change, not even when he managed to sit up only to fall over again and bump his head on the crib.

It was odd and Barry couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness whenever Eo whimpered. He knew babies cried, it was their way of communicating - their only way for a decent amount of time - and the fact that Eo didn't just seemed...wrong. Worrying. Still, despite how quiet he was, it was those sad sounds that woke him at 5 in the morning. Barry groggily rubbed his eyes, sitting up and stretching. Eo was lying in his crib, staring at him with those big blue eyes as his little lip wobbled, the teddy bear he'd arrived with firmly in his tiny fingers.

"Morning, buddy," Barry said with a yawn, lifting Eo and the bear out of the crib. "Let's get you some breakfast."

Eo squeaked in response and nuzzled his face into Barry's shoulder before looking up at him again, watching him closely, the bear trapped between his little body and Barry’s chest.

Barry made his way down the stairs, careful not to make too much noise and wake Joe. The kitchen was still dark, the early morning light barely peeking above the horizon, casting pale blue beams through the kitchen window. The house was quiet, the only sounds being the soft hum of the refrigerator and Eo's occasional baby babble. He set Eo down in a high chair he had picked up the previous day and started preparing a bottle.

"You're an early riser, aren't you?" Barry murmured, glancing at the baby who was now gumming on his tiny fists.

Eo's wide blue eyes followed Barry's every movement, a look of pure curiosity and innocence on his face. His tiny nose scrunched up in concentration as he watched Barry, his little fingers gripping the edge of the high chair as he tugged experimentally on the tray. There was something undeniably endearing about the little guy.

As the bottle warmed, Barry leaned against the counter, lost in thought. He had no clue what he was going to do for the rest of the day. He couldn't very well go to work toting a baby, but he couldn't put watching him while working on Cisco, Caitlin, Dr. Wells, or Joe either and the thought of leaving him with anyone else made his stomach twist with anxiety.

The bottle warmer beeped and Barry clumsily tested the temperature with a few drops of the formula on the back of his hand. Satisfied, he carried the bottle to the high chair and carefully picked up Eo. The baby latched onto the bottle eagerly, his tiny hands grasping at Barry's fingers and eyelids already drooping.

"There you go, buddy," Barry muttered softly, watching Eo drink. It was such a normal, everyday moment, and yet it felt so surreal. The soft sounds Eo made as he drank were oddly comforting, his tiny foot kicking the air lazily, and Barry found himself relaxing, if only slightly.

By the time the sun had fully risen, Barry had already called in to work, changed two diapers, prepared a breakfast for himself, read 17 parenting books, watched more Cocomelon than he could stomach, and thought he'd gotten something of a handle on this parenting thing (even if Joe had laughed when he'd said so). By noon, however, Barry was completely frazzled. Eo's teddy bear had been misplaced for what felt like the hundredth time and while he still didn't cry, the sad high-pitched sounds of distress he made seemed infinitely worse.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'll find it-" Barry rambled, trying to soothe the infant as he sped around the house, searching under everything and wondering how he kept putting the thing down without noticing.

Eo's sad whimpers grew louder and Barry's heart sank with each passing second. He couldn't understand how a tiny toy could cause so much distress, but he was determined to find it. He rifled through the couch cushions, checked under the dining table, and even searched through his laundry pile and in the washing machine and dryer. No luck.

Desperation creeping in, Barry took a deep breath and forced himself to pause - or rather, paused the world around him as he mentally retraced his steps. Flash Time had never been more useful.

After a few moments of silence and stillness, Barry remembered the last time he’d been holding it and found the bear tucked in the corner of the bathroom where he must have set it down during a hurried diaper change. He let out a relieved sigh and returned to the living room, where Eo was lying on a baby blanket on the floor, making those heart-wrenching little sounds.

"Here it is, buddy," Barry said, holding up the bear. Eo's eyes lit up and he reached out his tiny hands, immediately clutching the bear by the nose and dragging it in front of himself so he could smush his face into it. Barry couldn't help but smile at the sight. "You really love that bear, huh?" Eo responded with a pleased gurgle, the distress ebbing away as he nuzzled into the plush toy.

Barry's phone buzzed, and he glanced at it to see a text from Iris. 'How's babysitting going?'

Barry quickly typed back. 'Okay. He's a sweet kid."

A moment later, another text from Iris: 'Want to grab lunch? I can help out if you need a break.'

Barry hesitated before replying. 'Sure. Meet at Jitters?'

'See you there.' Was her prompt response.

"Alright, little guy, let's get going," Barry said, unboxing the baby stroller he'd picked up the night previous and loading Eo into it in seconds. He triple checked the diaper bag before leaving the house and speeding to the café, internally wincing as they arrived and he had to stamp out the smoldering rear right wheel, the acrid smell of burning plastic drifting up and making him wrinkle his nose. He made a mental note to talk to Cisco about making a speed-proof stroller as he wheeled Eo inside.

Jitters was busy as it usually was around lunch time but Iris flagged them over with a grin, having managed to snag a corner table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee managed to cover the melted plastic stench as Barry navigated the stroller through the crowded café, a wave of relief washing over him at the sight of his best friend, her warm smile a balm to his frazzled nerves.

"Hey," Barry greeted, a tired smile tugging at his lips as he carefully unbuckled Eo and lifted him out of the stroller. "Sorry I'm late. Eo had a bit of a crisis over his teddy bear."

"You're not late, don't worry, I was already here. Come here, sweetie." Iris crooned, offering her arms. Barry handed Eo off gratefully, sinking into his chair. "He seems to be doing okay now." She added as Eo wiggled and twisted in her arms until he could see his teddy bear and Barry both.

"Yeah, he's a pretty calm baby." Barry replied.

As they settled at the table, Eo now comfortably seated in Iris's lap, Barry couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as he watched Iris with Eo. There was something so natural about the way she interacted with the baby, and for a moment, he allowed himself to imagine a future where they were a family. But he brushed the thought aside as quickly as it had come. Iris was with Eddie. Eo wasn't even supposed to be here.

"How long are you planning on taking care of him?" Iris asked, her eyes meeting Barry's as Eo chewed on her pointer finger.

Barry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not sure. It's...kind of a complicated situation. It was really last minute and I don't know when they'll be able to take him back, so..." Barry hedged.

A look of understanding crossed Iris's features suddenly though Barry couldn't imagine what she could have possibly figured out from anything he'd just said.

"Well, if it's going to be for a while or...indefinitely...have you told Linda?"

Barry's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Linda. He hadn't even considered how his new, temporary (he hoped) responsibility might affect his budding relationship. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

"Uh, no, I haven't told her yet," Barry admitted, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him.

Iris nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I get it, Barr. It's a lot to handle all of a sudden. But you should talk to her soon, let her know what's going on. She'll understand."

Barry sighed, glancing at Eo and handing him the teddy bear to chew on instead. "Yeah, you're right. I'll talk to her."

The bell above the door chimed and Barry glanced over to see Eddie. He spotted Barry and Iris and waved, making his way over with a smile on his face. "Hey! Iris mentioned you were babysitting, who's this little guy?"

Barry was really getting tired of lying. "This is Eo, he's a friend's kid." He said, hoping there would be no follow-up questions.

Eddie leaned over to get a better look at Eo, who regarded him with wide, curious eyes. "Eo? That's...an interesting name," Eddie said, raising an eyebrow. "Short for something?"

"Uh- probably?" Barry said, scrambling for an explanation for a problem he hadn't even considered. "I mean, that would make sense, but I don't- I'm not sure, actually-" Barry rambled.

Eddie nodded, seeming satisfied with the answer anyway, and turned his attention to Iris. "Hey, babe. Sorry to interrupt-" he started but Iris shook her head.

"No, it's fine. We were just talking about Barry's babysitting adventure." She said with a smile, gently bouncing Eo on her knee. "You should join us."

Eddie looked pleased at the invitation and pulled up a chair, taking a seat next to Iris and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Eo stared up at him with a look that seemed much too intense for his tiny face. Barry couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of Iris and Eddie together with Eo, looking like a picture-perfect family, though he pushed it aside. He turned his focus instead onto Eo, specifically, ignoring the ache in his chest. The baby was still staring at Eddie, almost as if he recognized him, which only added to Barry's discomfort.

"So, Barr, how's it been so far? Babysitting, I mean." Eddie asked, his tone light and friendly.

Barry forced a smile, trying to keep his thoughts from spiraling. "He's a good kid, it hasn't been too bad. Just figuring it all out as I go."

Eddie nodded, glancing back down with a small laugh as Eo tugged on his jacket sleeve in an attempt to pull himself into Eddie's lap instead. "Hey there buddy. Is it okay if I...?" Eddie started to ask and Barry blinked in surprise.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Barry said and Eddie plucked Eo into his arms, letting the infant mouth at his shoulder instead, the baby satisfied now that he'd gotten what he wanted. Iris watched them with a soft smile, clearly enjoying the sight of Eddie with the baby. Barry couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions; relief that Eo seemed content for now, the ever-present anxiety about the whole situation, and a faint, gnawing jealousy.

"Any idea how long your friend will be gone?" Eddie asked, patting Eo's back gently as the baby started to drift off to sleep. Eo shook his head repeatedly and blinked his eyes slowly as though that could prevent the drowsiness that had come over him.

Barry shrugged, trying to keep his expression neutral. "Not sure. Could be a while, though."

Iris nudged Eddie lightly and gave him a look that Barry wished he understood but, at least, Eddie seemed to as he immediately changed the subject. Barry let out a silent breath of relief as the conversation shifted away from his complicated situation. Eddie and Iris continued chatting, discussing work and their plans for the weekend, while Eo's breathing became soft and steady as he fell asleep in Eddie's arms.

The rest of the lunch was spent in a relatively peaceful lull, despite the whirlwind of emotions storming inside Barry. The café buzzed around them with the chatter of other patrons and the clinking of cups and cutlery and Barry let his mind wander.

"Barry, you okay?" Iris's voice cut through his reverie. He blinked, realizing he'd been staring at Eo and Eddie a bit too long.

"Yeah, sorry. Just...thinking, I guess," Barry said, forcing a smile.

Iris gave him a sympathetic look and patted his forearm. "Well, if you need any help, please ask us, okay?" Barry nodded.

Eddie glanced at his watch. "I should get back to the precinct. Joe will start wondering where I am," he said, gently handing Eo back to Barry before giving Iris a quick kiss on the lips. "Good luck babysitting, Barr. You got this." He said with a grin.

Barry watched Eddie walk out the door before turning back to Iris who was looking at him intently.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked softly.

Barry forced another smile, adjusting the baby in his arms before moving to place Eo in the stroller again so he wouldn't have to see Iris's concerned expression. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

Iris chewed her lower lip, thinking over her words carefully. "I just...want to make sure you know you can talk to me. About anything."

Barry's heart clenched at Iris's words. The familiar urge to confide in her about everything, to tell her the truth about Eo, about being the Flash, was overwhelming - but he couldn't. Not yet. Hopefully someday but...not now.

Barry stood and Iris pulled him into a hug which he gladly returned.

"Call me if you need any help, okay?" Iris said as she pulled away, squeezing his shoulder gently.

Barry nodded, finally managing a genuine smile. "I will. Thanks, Iris."

He double checked that Eo was securely in the stroller along with his bear before heading out. The sun was high in the sky now, casting a warm glow over Central City as Barry wheeled the stroller out of Jitters. Only a few steps away, however, Barry's phone buzzed in his pocket. He tugged it out and glanced at the screen to see Cisco's name before pressing the answer button.

"Hey, what's up?" Barry asked though he'd barely gotten the words out before Cisco began explaining.

"Serious robbery at the Central City Bank downtown, they need the Flash, man."

#child in time #baby eo au #the flash #cw the flash #the flash cw #eowells #eobard thawne #baby eobard #vexic writes #vexic lives #barry allen #eddie thawne #iris west

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thewrecked-andthewriting · 6 months

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Building their Camelot.

Summary: Prince Arthur and Princess Catherine had recovered from the sweat in 1502.

March 21, 1503.

Nearing ten in the evening.

“This is utter torture.” Catherine said, not taking her eyes off of her sewing. She knew that she ought be getting to sleep, knew that she ought be asleep already. But one tends to find it difficult to sleep when there are a million things running rampant in the brain all at once.

Once again, Henry had challenged Arthur to rough house on their last visit to Westminster. The sixteen year old humored his eleven year old brother and it had ended in a tear one another one of his shirts. Rather have one of her ladies in waiting do the task of mending his shirt, Catherine had taken the duty upon herself.

She had been in confinement on bed rest for the last month as she entered her third trimester. There was only so much that her ladies could do to keep the Princess of Wales occupied lest she go stir crazy. Too late for that.

Arthur chuckled from the doorway. He had come by, as he did every night to speak with his wife before he went back to his own chambers for the night. “It is doctor’s orders, my love.” he said, sitting on the edge of his wife’s bed. She lifted her head to glare at her husband but there was an overwhelming playfulness in her blue eyes that was overriding the irritation.

“This is your first pregnancy and no one wants to risk anything happen to you.”

“Or the heir. Mainly the heir.” the seventeen year old princess added, lowering her gaze to sewing once more.

“Both of you.” Arthur insisted, reaching over and pressing his hand to his wife’s knee. “Only a few months left and we will soon be holding our child. It will be in the midst of Spring. We will be able to take him outside, show him some of the lands he will eventually rule over.”

Catherine put the shirt, needle and thread aside onto the wooden bedside table and reached her arms out to her husband.

The sixteen year old Tudor smiled gently and the two moved about on the bed until he was lying next to her, both of them under her blankets. Her arms wrapped around his midsection as her red curls rested upon his chest. “Stay with me for the night.” she asked, her voice ever so muffled as she nuzzled his chest through his nightshirt.

Arthur laughed softly as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s head. One arm resting behind his head, the other wrapped around Catherine, his hand placed upon her swollen stomach. “You know I-”

“I know. You also know that I am an early riser. I will be able to wake you up and shoo you off before my ladies arrive.”

He did know that. Knew it well. Before she was with child, there were many a mornings when he was jostled awake from his wife moving off of the bed before the sun had even fully rose above the horizon.

“You know I can not say no to my Guinevere and you use it against me.” he teased.

Catherine nodded, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. “Indeed. My Arthur.” she moved her head away from Arthur’s chest and leaned up to peck her lips against his. “I love you.”

“And I love you. So much.” he said, pressing their foreheads together. They had both prayed so much, alone and together, and thanked God for allowing them to overcome their sweat from the year prior. To give them a second chance to grow. To plant the seeds that would someday blossom into their Camelot.

#catherine of aragon #arthur tudor #historical fic #tudor fic #* drabble

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paralyze-fic · 11 months

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Paralyze.

Chapter 61

The sound of the alarm I set earlier woke me up so I reached out for it, but I had to open my eyes when I couldn't find it.

Katsuki was lying on top of me, with his face pressed on my chest, mumbling in his sleep which I thought was cute. My phone was on the edge of the bedside table, next to the bottle of lube and two other condoms. I extended out my arm to grab it. So it's already 8:30 a.m., eh? Good thing my family are usually late risers.

I sat my phone down after I turned off the alarm, and I shifted around trying to sit up.

Katsuki groaned, and hugged me tightly, nuzzling against my chest. It made my consciousness hurt. I didn't want to leave him but I had to go home!

So, instead of getting up on my own, I began stroking his sides and back, attempting to wake him up. Katsuki sighed in his sleep and shifted his legs to straddle my hips. Well, at least with his body placed like this I could sit up. But as soon as Katsuki's body fully rested on mine, I realized it.

We were both still naked.

The sheet had covered our lower bodies, so nothing was on display, but the feeling of his warm skin against mine made my heart race and it made my face heat up. But now wasn't the time to be thinking of those kinds of things. So, with all the will I had, I held Katsuki's hips and tried to pry him off of me, he squirmed around for a few seconds until he woke up.

"Why are you awake...?" He mumbled in his morning voice, looking up at me and wrapping his arms around my neck.

I smiled at him and stroked his face with both of my hands.

"I have to go, Katsuki."

His sleepy eyes suddenly weren't sleepy at all, as he stared at me with a disappointed expression. "But... I thought we would be cuddly all day like those disgusting couples," I chuckled and played with the hair behind his ears.

"I wanted to, but my family doesn't know I'm here," Katsuki seemed to be thinking about what I told him until he nodded a few times as if he realized something.

"Well, my parents don't know we're dating, so... I guess we're even," I nodded too and we stayed silent for a while.

During that time, I stared at him as he seemed to be falling asleep again until he made eye contact with me. His cheeks burned red and his crimson eyes widened.

"W-why are you l-looking at me like that?" I moved my arms to wrap them around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

"I'm just admiring the stunning male I have as my lover," he blushed more as he looked away, but I saw him biting his lips trying to contain his big smile. I love how much Katsuki smiles when he's with me, it makes me feel really special.

But when I traced my eyes over him, looking down at his body, I had to cover my face with my hands.

"Huh? What's wrong with you now?" I swallowed at Katsuki's voice, and I felt his hands holding mine, attempting to push them away from my face.

"S-s-sorry ab-about y-your b-bo-body..." I stuttered like an asshole, separating my fingers to peek at him.

Katsuki was staring down at himself, bites on his neck and collarbone, the purple marks around his nipples -they looked slightly swollen-, and his bruised waist and hip. Every single one of my fingers left marks on his beautiful skin, making me feel ashamed.

"I'm sorry," Katsuki stayed silent for a couple of seconds, but then he laughed openly. He held my wrists and succeeded in getting my hands away from my face.

"I don't care about the marks, I actually love them, they make me think about last night..." His voice was soft as he smiled at me, holding my face to look at him, "And I'm not the only one with marks."

I stared at him confused, but I winced when one of his hands touched my back.

"Oh... the scratches you left on me..." Katsuki bit his lips, smiling and nodding. He seemed extremely happy, which made me even more reluctant to leave.

And the instant he kissed me lovingly had my entire body covered in goosebumps, making me hold his hips and although Katsuki flinched when I did, my hold was gentle as I stroked his body softly.

We were getting carried away, when the sound of the front door closing echoed downstairs.

Instantly, we pulled away and stared at each other surprised.

"Hide, quick." Katsuki whispered-yelled and got off my body abruptly, groaning and holding his lower back, "You destroyed me, bastard."

I smiled sheepishly at him for a moment before grabbing my clothes and phone, and walking into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open but remaining hidden. The sound of drawers being opened and closed as quickly but quietly as possible, told me that Katsuki was hiding the lube and condoms.

Now, very quietly, I put on my underwear and pants, and I remembered Katsuki had burned my shirt last night when I didn't find it, so I just dressed in my hoodie.

But I left my shoes and socks.

"Katsuki?" Mitsuki's voice reached my ears and the door to Katsuki's room was opened. "Oh, he's still asleep, let's make breakfast, honey."

The door closed and I waited three minutes -I counted them- before walking out of Katsuki's bathroom. He was lying on his bed, back facing the door and covered with the sheets. He heard me walking out and peeked his head out of the covers.

I went to sit down beside him, "That was close," Katsuki nodded while sitting up, I snickered a bit, "And you wanted me to stay here? They would've found us," I saw Katsuki's face turning red in a millisecond.

I got closer to him and kissed his cheek.

"I have to go now, Katsuki." His crimson eyes stared at me before nodding once.

"See you later, (M/n)." He smiled and kissed me, I couldn't help but smile too, getting up to finish getting dressed.

I walked to his window, and thankfully, there was a conveniently placed three right outside his window. I dangled my legs out, looked over my shoulder and sent a wink Katsuki's way.

He fumed and I saw how he wanted to yell at me, but before he did, I stood on the closest branch and made my way down the three, walking back home.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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thefemdomenchantress · 1 year

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Hero, climbing through the princess’s windows: Hello, princess? It’s me. I brought the magic coins you wanted from me. Should I just leave them here on the de-???

Princess, lying totally nude under the sheets: What’s the rush?

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The crack of dawn, the sun hardly visible from the horizon. They are both sleepy after a long night of passionate lovemaking. Even the early riser hero is groggy.

Princess: Mmm... you should go before the maids come...

Hero, thinking while getting up: Hmm. I should leave her the magic coins she asked for before I forget...

He rummages through the pouch and grabs what feels like the coins and sleepily hands them over to the princess...

Hero: Here ya go, dear.

The princess opens her eyes to look at what he’s holding. Her eyes open wide, now fully awake. The hero senses the tension and takes a look. He’s handing her a handful of normal gold coins.

After a night of having sex...

Hero: Shit, wait, sorry, I DIDN’T MEAN-!

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At the local bar, the hero sighs, a red hand print still visible across his face. It’s gonna take a LOT of gifts to make up for that blunder.

Back in the royal palace the princess is torn over guilt for overreacting to the misunderstanding... and shame over this new excitement that’s been stirred within her.

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[I actually was torn of whether to make this an enchantress quickie or the princess. As funnier as it would have been for the hero accidentally treat the Enchantress as a prostitute, and her subsequent wrath would have been amazing to imagine, I couldn’t come up with a story to lead to that moment.

Sex workers are amazing and do important work, this story is not meant to shame them in any way.]

#The Enchantress #short

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thatdammchickennugget · 10 months

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Premonition - Chapter Eleven

Intuition

pairing - george weasley x original female character

warnings - mention of blood and injury

wordcount - 1.8k

set - september 1994

series masterlist - previous chapter - next chapter

Ellie woke up curled up next to Simone, her friend still peacefully sleeping. Simone had been woken up by one of Ellie’s nightmares and quietly tip toed over to the other girl’s bed to join her, helping her fall back asleep. The nightmare was long forgotten, like it usually was just moments after waking up. Ellie rolled onto her back, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand to try and wipe the sleep away. She knew she would not be able to go back to sleep, no matter how tired she was still feeling.

Taking a look at the window, she could tell it was still way too early to be up. But the thought of lying in bed for another two hours, alone with her thoughts with no distractions, was not enticing. After a few more moments of resting her eyes and focusing on the breathing of her friend beside her, she carefully climbed out of bed and opened her suitcase, getting her robes and her toiletry bag. She then made her way to the girl’s bathroom. At least she could enjoy a long hot shower in peace before everyone else woke up.

By the time she was ready to go to the great hall for breakfast a few other early risers were already wandering around the dorms, none of them looking quite awake yet. When she entered the hall, the only other person there was Professor McGonagall, drinking tea and eating breakfast at the teacher’s table. She sent the teacher a small smile and sat down at the end of the Hufflepuff table. She then poured herself some tea and pulled out her potion’s textbook. She might as well read ahead a little if she had nothing else to do.

About an hour later the hall began to get more crowded, still far more quiet than the night before however, almost everybody being too tired to hold a conversation. When Cedric and Simone arrived, Ellie had long given up on her potion book, instead having her head buried in a book about dragons her brother had sent her. While Cedric looked like he was sleepwalking, Simone looked as if she had the best night’s sleep in her life. And Ellie knew that was not true, being the reason the curly-haired girl had woken up in the middle of the night.

She was already happily talking about her classes and Ellie politely put her book away to listen to her, mostly nodding along to what her friend was saying. Cedric was slowly chewing on his toast staring at seemingly nothing, probably still half asleep. The noise in the hall suddenly got a lot louder when the Weasley twins and their friend Lee Jordan stumbled through the door, talking loudly with each other.

They managed to shake Cedric out of his open-eyed nap and the three of them gathered up their things to head to their first class of the day - Potions. Professor Snape was already in the room but not paying them much attention. Simone and Ellie naturally sat down at one of the tables, Cedric taking a seat at the one in front of them. They quickly noticed that the class was mostly made up of Slytherins. Apparently not a lot of Hufflepuffs in their grade decided to take potions this year, now that they had the choice not to.

Class started out fine, the potion Snape instructed them to do seemed easy enough. And she was sitting next to Simone, who loved the subject and was happy to help. Ellie felt herself slowly getting out of the weird mood she had been in since waking up that morning, being pulled into a conversation by her friend.

They were both almost done with their potions when Ellie felt the uncomfortable tugging sensation in her lower stomach, a shiver running down her spine. The girl had an idea what was about to happen, knowing well what the feeling was a warning for, and was about to raise her hand to ask her professor to be excused to use the bathroom. Before she was able to fully raise her hand, however, the girl felt a tingling running over her, starting at the top of her scalp and the tips of her fingers, and moving all the way down her back and to her feet. Then her eyes lost focus.

The next thing she knew she was throwing herself across the aisle towards the table next to hers, pushing two confused looking redheads to the ground. While she and the two boys went flying to the floor, the Slytherin boy in the next row was holding a glass bottle filled with a thick purple liquid over his cauldron, ready to pour some of into his bubbling concoction in when it slipped from his fingers, falling into the brewing potion.

The second the bottle touched the substance in the pot, a hissing sound was heard throughout the room and the Slytherin boy was pushed back. First the glass bottle exploded, releasing all of the purple liquid into the pot, then the cauldron exploded as well, sending glass and heavy chunks of cast iron flying. One particularly big piece of the cauldron, along with a cloud of tiny shards of glass, soaring through the air right where the twins had been standing just a moment ago.

The class was silent for a moment, then Professor Snape started yelling. Ellie realized she was half laying on top one of the twins, who was holding the back of his head while the other was inspecting the chunk of iron next to them. She quickly scrambled to get off of the boy and back on her feet, offering them both a hand and helping them sit up. Then the teacher arrived at their table and because Professor Snape was a real prick and had it out for the twins anyways, he took away 5 house points each from her and the twins. He then seemed to realize the way George was holding his head and the cuts on Ellie’s cheek, lowering his volume slightly.

“Weasley, Vidal. Will you be able to make it to the hospital wing by yourselves?” he asked them in his usual monotone voice, and Ellie nodded. “Good. And Ms. Vidal, I will see you back here for detention after class, along with Mr. Warren.” Ellie’s head shot towards her friends with a shocked expression on her face. Why was she being sent to detention? Did she do something while she was zoned out? Her friends seemed to be just as confused about it as she was, Simone already starting to protest, not afraid to start an argument with the teacher. Cedric rushed over to make sure Ellie was okay before gently pushing her towards the door telling her that they would deal with it.

She grabbed her bag, sure she was not coming back to this class today, and made her way out of the classroom, George trailing behind her. The boy followed her silently for a minute, then deciding to jog and catch up with her, nudging her arm.

“Can’t believe you just saved my life and got in trouble for it. Snape must really want me dead,” He joked and matched her pace.

“I didn’t save your life. I just saved you from being hit in the face by a cauldron,” she corrected him and cringed when she saw him still pressing a hand to the back of his head. “And I might have caused more damage than I prevented.”

“Are you kidding? That thing would have knocked me out cold. This barely even hurts,” he said and then turned to look at her, a thoughtful expression on his face. “But how did you do that anyways? You jumped at us before anything even happened.”

Ellie rubbed at the skin above her wrist through her glove, shaking her head. “I saw him dropping the bottle and then I pushed you guys. After he dropped it. Nothing weird about it.”

“I did definitely see you move before he dropped it,” George stated, not believing her lie. He was sure he was already on the ground by the time the bottle was dropped.

“Well, then you must have seen wrong.” Ellie slightly sped up her walk, cursing her short legs as the taller boy easily stayed stuck by her side. She was still shocked after what had just happened, and the last thing she wanted to do was discuss her abnormality with the Weasley boy. But as shocked and shaken up as she was, she had to admit she felt a little proud of herself. She could not remember another time she had reacted that quickly to something happening right after a vision and preventing it. And not even just a tiny inconvenience.

While she did not want the boy to know about that, she knew what he said was true. That chunk of iron would have knocked his face in. But she did not want to think about the image she saw in her head just before, hoping she would be able to forget the sight soon.

George cleared his throat, reaching out to gently grab her elbow and pulling her to a stop. “Anyways. Thank you. We owe you something,” a charming smile stretching across his lips as he talked, quickly turning into a grin. “But I feel bad for being the reason little Ms. Perfect got her first detention. Sorry about that, that really wasn’t fair. Snape sucks.”

Her eyebrows scrunched together at the nickname, jokingly glaring at the boy in front of her. “I’m definitely not perfect. You’d be surprised by how many times I have had gotten detention before.”

The redhead’s eyebrows shot up, letting out a low whistle, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Oh. Okay then, troublemaker.”

She rolled her eyes and was about to start walking again when he stopped her once more, pushing his hands into his robe’s pockets, pulling out a handkerchief. He lifted it towards her face, and she leaned back, startled by his hand coming that close.

“It’s clean, I swear. You’ve just got some blood right here,” he explained, his hand coming closer to her face again. When she did not lean back that time, he started carefully dabbing the handkerchief under the cuts on her cheek.

When he was done, he rolled the piece of fabric up into a ball and pushed it back into his pocket, sending her another one of those charming Weasley smiles. Ellie felt heat rushing to her face, quickly stuttering out a thank you before turning away from him to keep walking. She sped up her walk once again, trying to not let him see the blush on her cheeks, hurrying to the hospital wing as he followed behind her.

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nethercomfies · 2 years

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🏵️ Sleeping with them (Part 2) 🏵️

Characters: Childe, Dainsleif, Gorou, Kazuha, Yoimiya, Kokomi, Mona

Content: sfw, gn! reader, fluff

Note: My sleeping headcanons were one of the first things I ever wrote on this blog, and yet I continue to get notes on them, so… In celebration of them reaching 3.7k notes (and as a thank you to everyone who’s been supporting my work), I’ve decided to add a second part :)

Part 1 featuring Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma, Venti, Xiao and Itto

Childe

He moves around. A LOT. So you better expect to wake up with at least one limp thrown over you and most pillows lying on the floor each morning.

Also likes to cuddle a lot so he usually falls asleep tightly holding you in his arms

He's a massive blanket hogger, which can be a little problematic in the cold of Snezhnaya

Luckily, he himself is pretty warm, so you can just scoot closer to him and cuddle (And if you’re lucky, he’ll even pull you under the blanket at well)

Alternatively, you can try to take the blanket back, but be warned he can put up quite a fight. If you try to pull it from him, you usually just both end up lying on the floor

Dainsleif

Definitely an insomniac. He doesn't fall asleep easily, but he's happy to stay next to to you while you sleep if his presence helps you

He'll tell you random stories whenever you can't sleep, his calm voice helping you calm down enough to fall asleep again

When he does fall asleep, he tends to talk in his sleep, but it's all so cryptic, you never understand what it's about

Often has really bad nightmares, so it's not uncommon for him to move around a lot or look really distressed, but you’ve learned over time that he tends to calm down when you stroke his hair or talk to him, even when it doesn’t fully wake him up

He's usually gone by the time you in the morning, but not without wake up preparing breakfast and leaving a note that he loves you

Gorou

Want now your own life-sized teddy bear? Congrats, now you have one. Goren lets you cuddle him as much as you'd like.

Lets you scratch his ears because the sensation helps both of you unwind and fall asleep

Usually drapes his tail over you, almost like he's hugging you with it. Great when it's cold, but terrible during Summer because suddenly you have a whole layer of extra heat on top of you

There's often a lot on his mind, so he tends to be a bit antsy when settling in for the night, but once he calms down, he's out like a light within a few minutes

Sometimes lets out small growls in his sleep when he has bad dreams, but he usually just reaches out to pull you closer and all is good again

Kazuha

He actually likes camping and sleeping under the stars a lot, so he’ll ask you to join him

Uses some of his clothes as a blanket for the both of you, so you don't get cold

Sometimes he likes to recite poetry while he tries to fall asleep. It helps him calm his thoughts a little

Wakes up easily because he's used to being on high alert from when he was on the run, but very quickly remembers that everything’s okay and he has nothing to worry about when he finds you peacefully slumbering next to him

He's usually awake when the sun rises, but likes spending these early morning hours enjoying the peaceful silence, holding you close and watching you for a while (It’s when he comes up with the best poems)

Yoimiya

She's VERY chatty. But she doesn't really mind if you don't reply or even fall asleep, she just likes talking to you. She even think it’s kind of cute that you fall asleep to the sound of her voice so easily

Will gladly hold you in her arms, but is she also likes to play with your hair or fidgets around

No. 2 contender for “softest chest to sleep on", only rivaled by Kaeya. She's just soft and warm and Squishy. Perfect.

She's a VERY early riser and sadly not very quiet while getting ready, so expect to be woken up around sunrise

The good side of that is that the two of you get to watch countless beautiful sunrises together

Kokomi

She's usually so tired, she falls asleep the moment her head hits the pillow; Doesn't matter if the Lights are on or it's loud outside, she’ll sleep like a rock

Sometimes her overall stress and exhaustion piles up and manifests in the form of nightmares. Then it's usually you who holds her close and helps her calm down enough to fall back asleep

She likes being held by you, it makes her feel calm and safe. She tends to feel much more well-rested when she got to sleep by your side

Likes holding your hand while falling asleep, as a reassurance that you’re right there with her

When she can’t fall asleep, she likes to listen to the sound of the ocean (Either by going to the sea and watch for a while or, if we’re talking about a modern au, likes to put on videos of the ocean)

Mona

I feel like she’s not the cuddliest of people, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy having your presence next to her

She spends most of the night reading, so there’s always the gentle, flickering glow of a candle inside your room

While she’s asleep, Mona actually does tend to scoot closer to you, so if you’re lucky enough to wake up before her, you can enjoy at least a small bit of having her cuddled up in your arms

If you can’t sleep, she uses her magic to summon small glowing stars, etc. It’s like these sticky glow in the dark stars, but better

Likes to spend lazy mornings in bed with you, just chatting about random stuff for a while

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sagechanoafterdark · 3 years

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Early Risers

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Zero Hour pairing)

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings: fluff, soft Bucky Barnes, soulmate AU, Bucky loving his fucking life for a change, he's a good doggie daddy in this one.

A/N: So I got a lovely message from @sweater-daddiesdumbdork the other day asking about Bucky from my soulmate AU Zero Hour and I couldn't help but write something soft. It's been a long time since I've visited this couple and I'd like to do something about that. This is unbeata'd.

He would never say it out loud, but Bucky loved watching you sleep.

It was here, before the sun itself was barely awakened, where your features were so soft, relaxed, and fully at peace that he could bask in the bond between you. His sharpened senses listen to the steady and calm beat of your heart and the soft pull of breath between your parted lips. See your eyelashes touching the tops of your cheeks as you slumbered beside him.

Often he couldn't help himself. He would trace a finger down the slope of your nose, over the apple of your cheeks and sometimes over your chin and the pillowy softness of your lips. Always the lightest of touches, sometimes making you stir and wiggle deeper into the blankets or against his chest.

Unfortunately this morning he wouldn't be able to do that because someone else was vying for his attention. Beside the bed, Starr began to huff from her own bed on the floor followed by the longest and most drawn-out groan he'd ever heard. It made a grin break as he rolled over only to be met with the soulful, mismatched eyes staring right at him from the edge of the bed.

"Morning Starr," he whispered, greeting your dog as she squinted up at him with a morning smile of her own. "You gotta go outside?"

Huffing out a soft woof in the early morning, the dog trotted out the bedroom door and down the hall, beckoning Bucky to follow. After a beat, the dog peeked around the corner looking at the man still lying in bed and whining from her place in the living room.

Chuckling deep in his throat Bucky began shuffling out of bed, pausing only as you mumbled sleepily from beside him. Leaning down he placed a soft kiss against your cheek before whispering, "I'm going to take Starr for a walk. Go back to sleep."

Humming you smiled sleepily up at him, your eyes never even cracking open before falling back to sleep with a soft snore.

As quietly as possible Bucky pulled on a pair of pants and a T-shirt, snagging a pair of socks before leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind him. Making a quick stop in the bathroom Bucky wasn't surprised to find Starr prancing in place next to the door as soon as he came out of the bathroom.

Her gaze darting towards the leash hanging on the wall and nose tapping the windchimes obnoxiously.

"Yes, yes I'm coming," Bucky said, standing on one foot and putting on his socks. "Just hold your horses."

Clipping on her harness and the leash to it Bucky shrugged on his leather jacket and snatched up a hat before being practically pulled along by the dog. His fingers tightened around the leash as she practically dragged Bucky down the stairs and to the front door.

"Come on. Don't pull you know better," he reprimanded, giving a slight tug on the lead before snapping out the instruction for heel. Reluctantly Starr allowed slack to go into the blue leash as Bucky guided her over towards her usual bathroom.

Turning and looking up and down the street, Bucky realized it was quiet today. Pleasantly so. He could hear the birds singing in the trees that lined the street and the chattering of the squirrels instead of traffic.

Cleaning up after Starr he dropped the bag into the trash where it belonged and sanitized his hands with the container of wipes hidden near the trash cans. He clapped his hands together briefly looking down at the dog, "Alright how about a short walk today," Bucky bargained, looking down at the excited dog. She wagged her tail, grinning up at him with a lolling tongue and perked ears. "I'll take that as a yes."

It was automatic as Starr began leading the way towards the coffee shop down the street. Leaving enough slack in the lead to make it comfortable but clearly excited about getting her special morning treat at the coffee shop. Stopping at the crosswalk be watched as a few cars drove through the intersection before leaning down and rubbing Starr between the ears and making their way into the small bistro.

"Morning Louisa," Bucky called as the bell overhead dinged, guiding Starr inside beside him.

"Morning Sarge," Louisa greeted with a smile, wiping a little excess cream from her fingers. "Got your usual already started. How's the missus?"

"Great, she's got an exhibition opening next month for her paintings," Bucky cheerfully replied, standing off to the side and grinning when Starr sat directly on top of his foot again. "Tickets are on sale but I can get you a couple freebies if you and Angela want to go."

Louisa smiled as she pumped an extra shot of caramel into the cup for you, "Oh I'd love that. We've been meaning to do more as a couple, but you know how work is." Her fingers worked behind the counter as a devious smile pulled at her lips, "Alright one Puppacino for the pupperino!"

The cup of cream plunked down on the counter and Starrs tail began wagging immediately making Bucky laugh, "Louisa spoils you so much," he admonished in a teasing tone, leading Starr forward to the counter as his fingers reached for the cup.

Holding it in his fist he looked down at the mismatched pleading eyes looking up at him, "Oh this? This is for you right?"

Starrs tail began wagging at the tip in response, inching a smidgen closer as her pink tongue darted out in anticipation.

"I don't know you're not supposed to have sweet treats," he replied pursing his lips.

Starrs ears laid back against her head as she turned away, eyes darting back towards Bucky's face and the waiting cup in his hands as her tail continued wagging.

With a mock sigh and a slight grin he relented, "Okay I suppose." Crouching down he held the cup down for her as she dove headfirst into the cup of canned whipped cream. "Just don't tell your mom."

"Alright here you go Sarge," Louisa said, setting a coffee carrier down along with the bag of pastries. "Two piping hot fresh cups along with your usual Danish, croissant, and doughnut for my favorite customer on four legs."

Bucky smiled watching as Starr closed her eyes lapping up the cream from the cup. He was positive that he'd never met a more expressive animal in his life. Reaching into his pocket he slid the debit card across the counter as Starr finished her cup of cream.

Pocketing the card again he tossed the now crumpled cream cup into the trash and took hold of the coffee carrier and precariously balanced bag. "Thanks Louisa."

"Any time Sarge," she waved, pointing at him as he exited the shop and softly commanding Starr. "Don't forget the tickets!"

Wandering back towards home Starr politely walked beside Bucky on the sidewalk, ducking closer as a jogger went past and then a kid on a bicycle as the city began waking up.

Reaching the brownstone Bucky leaned down and unclipped her lead, giving her a release command as she shook out a little and began prancing around his feet anxious to get inside.

Going over to the dog bed in the corner and picking up her stuffed dog in her mouth with a snuffle and wag of her tail before shaking it playfully and dipping down into a playful stance. Laughing and shaking his head Bucky hung his keys on the hook by the door, "Not right now, sweetie. Let's go wake up, mama."

Sliding the coffee onto the counter as he walked past the kitchen Starr proceeded him with excited stamping of her feet, stuffed beagle hanging from her mouth as she excitedly pranced into the room. Glancing back every few feet to make sure he was following, ears high and excited as her tail swished.

Laughing quietly Bucky looked towards the bed where you still laid fast asleep. You'd sprawled into his space, practically starfishing in the bed as your chest steadily rose and fell with sleep. Looking down at Starr as the two of you stood at the edge of the bed, Bucky held his fingers up to his lips giving a soft shh as Starr wagged her tail in response.

Kneeling into the bed you began to stir, pulling your arms in and stretching slightly before turning sleep-heavy eyes towards him. Bucky loved being there when you woke up in the morning and the feeling of pure and unrestrained love that poured in through the bond always settled so warmly against his heart. You smiled up at him, soft and sweet as he settled in next to you, warm hands sliding against your face before he began pressing soft kisses against your eyelids.

"Morning doll," he greeted, heart quickening as your arm slid around his chest and you mumbled a gruff reply. "Got your coffee for you and the almond croissant you like."

Mumbling a little you snuggled deeper against him, a sleepy wave of affection passing through him at your mumbled, "Coffee later. Want to lay like this a little longer."

Turning your face up towards him, your lips brushed against his Adam's apple and he swallowed hard, tipping his head down as your lips met his in a sloppy morning kiss.

You missed the first time, barely even putting in effort as your lips met his. But soon enough your grip grew a little tighter on his shoulder, and your mouth a little less pliant, and your kiss a little more hungry.

Moaning into your mouth, Bucky's tongue stroked against yours before he pulled away. Lovesick smile crinkling the edges of his eyes as he gazed longingly into yours, fingers softly brushing the hair from your eyes.

"Love me always," you asked, looking up at him with a pleading gaze that wall too familiar from his morning routine.

Bucky grinned giving the slightest huff and tilting his head, "Until the end of time."

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userpoe · 3 years

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always warm (in your arms)

rating: teen

pairing: poe dameron x reader

word count: 2k

summary: it’s winter on d’qar and there’s a conversation to be had about a certain kiss (follow up to this fic)

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When Poe woke up the next morning, he was alone. He turned over onto his side, pressed his palm onto your side of the bed and frowned when he found that it was cold. Alright, he knew you were an early riser - earlier than him, which was really saying something - but he’d hoped to wake up with you still in his arms.

Maybe even get a chance to discuss that kiss, which the memory of was enough to make his stomach flip as Poe kicked the blanket off his legs and sat upright. Similarly, BB-8 was beginning to whir on his charger port, which meant the little droid would be up and rolling around shortly.

A quick scan of the room and his messaging console proved you hadn’t left anything behind to inform him of your whereabouts, and maybe if he knew you less that would’ve stung - but as it was, he’d been friends with you for a long time, and he knew how your mind worked.

Knew your morning schedule too, so after a quick shower and bundling up with a jacket and a scarf for good measure, Poe headed down to one of the base’s hangars where - as he predicted - you were lying supine on a mechanic’s creeper, fussing with some wires on your X-Wing’s undercarriage.

“Haven’t you heard it’s freezing out?” Poe asked as he knelt down beside you.

You startled, spasming on the creeper in alarm before shooting him a baleful expression that Poe can feel even behind the tinted safety goggles on your face. “I brought a portable heater with me,” you gestured at the small glowing device, before returning your attention to the innards of the ship before you.

“Mhm, but I brought some hot chocolate straight from Tallie’s secret stash,” Poe said as he eased down onto the ground fully, stretching his legs out as he waved one of the mugs at you enticingly. You reached for it, but he pulled it back at the last second, clicking his tongue. “Can’t drink lying down, that’s a choking hazard.”

You rolled out from under the ship, muttering something about choking hazards that Poe elected to ignore. Still, as you pushed the goggles up off your eyes and into your hair, Poe couldn’t help but stare. Mostly because now he knew he could be in awe of you without having to hide it anymore.

Neither of you had gotten a real chance to make a move in furthering your relationship since having that discussion on Gorse while trapped in a cellar by some First Order thugs but it hadn’t stopped either of you from flirting more openly with each other, or Poe now allowing himself the indulgence of smiling at how cute you were as a thin layer of chocolate remained above your lip after your first sip.

He tilted his chin toward the X-Wing, “What was so important that it couldn’t wait until it warmed up a little?”

“I finally got the parts I needed to repair the issues I’ve been having with the targeting systems. Got the message about it this morning from the tech crew and I got so excited that I -”

“Leapt out of bed and ran outside into the freezing cold to fix it yourself?”

He thought the smile you gave him in return was warmer than anything that pitiful heater you’d hauled with you could put out. “That’s exactly what I did. Which begs the question: what brought you outside, Poe ‘I hate the cold’ Dameron?”

Poe leaned back one elbow, lightly tracing the rim of his own mug with his finger. “There’s this friend of mine I really like, even if they can be a bit irritating at times especially with their cold feet and how they like throwing things at my head -”

“It was a sweater, you blurrg -”

“-and interrupting me when I’m making very valid points,” Poe continued with a flash of a grin that you were mirroring, “and they stayed over last night and a very nice thing happened between us that’s been a long time coming, but when I woke up..my friend was gone and I was left wondering if maybe I just had a really good dream.”

“How good of a dream?”

“One of the best I’ve had in a while,” Poe said, utterly sincere, before his mouth twinged upward into a smile. “But it could’ve been better, I didn’t make good on my offer of keeping them warm.”

You rolled your eyes as you nudged him with your boot. “Hence the cocoa, right?”

Poe looked down at his cup. “No, I just wanted some hot chocolate before I braved the elements to see you, and I knew if I didn’t bring you one, that would be grounds for murder.”

“Accurate.” You stood up, offered him your hand to help him to his feet as well. You took both of your cups and sat them down on a nearby trolley, before coming up behind him, moving slowly and purposefully around him, letting your eyes roam freely. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice that - for once - neither of us are assigned for patrols today.”

“Is that so?” Poe asked, trying to play it cool as you stopped directly in front of him, even though he was certain he could hear his own heartbeat in his eardrums as loudly as it was pounding from how dark your eyes were looking at him.

You clenched the lapels of his jacket in your fists as you moved further into his personal space. “Mhm. No patrols, no droids to catalogue, and we both know I’m not the best mechanic on base, so it might even be for the best if I just let someone else take the reins on the X-Wing.”

Poe leaned down to brush his nose against yours. “It might even...so what did you have in mind for the day?”

Your eyes twinkled with mischief as you replied, “Well there’s no reason for you to keep me warm if I’m not cold, now is there. So, what do you say, flyboy...take a walk with me?”

D’Qar was almost unrecognizable during the winter. Every inch of verdant green had instead been replaced by a thick, wet layer of snow that crunched under Poe’s boots as the two of you walked a little farther from base. The sun was high but peeking out between gray clouds, which meant it didn’t do much to improve the temperature, and Poe’s nose had long ago gone numb from the cold but he found himself incapable of complaining about that when you were talking animatedly about a wintertime tradition on your homeworld, your hands enunciating every other word.

“What about you, what are some of your favorite wintertime traditions - hot chocolate notwithstanding?”

“It doesn’t need to be winter for me to enjoy hot cocoa. I don’t know, I’m very rarely ever on a planet that actually has winters. I always pictured things like this, though. Walking through the snow, admiring the scenery...freezing my ass off.”

“Now that’s something we can’t let happen,” you said.

Poe snorted, “Eyes front soldier.”

You gave him a sarcastic two fingered salute accompanied by a mocking, “Yes sir!” that elicited a heavy eye roll and Poe lightly elbowing you. The humorous moment tapered off inch by inch, until there was a comfortable silence strewn between the two of you, broken only by the faint whistling of the wind as it worked its way through the trees.

“Why did you kiss me?” Poe asked as he ducked under a particularly low-hanging branch. He held it up over your head as you passed through and when he released it, a cloud of snow exploded and mingled with the rest on the ground. “I mean I’m not complaining, it was a good kiss but it’s not how I thought our first one would go.”

“How did you think it would go?”

“With our lives? I half expected it to happen in the middle of a firefight or just before a mission.” Poe glanced back at you, his expression soft and for a moment it felt like you were both in another life - one where there isn’t a war looming on the horizon like the monsters that filled old spacer legends, where moments like this one weren’t so rare but no less precious.

As if he’d unconsciously followed your stream of thought, Poe continued, “I didn’t think we’d get lucky enough to have a quiet moment like that.”

Your mouth twinged upward as you squeezed his hand. Although he’d hauled out a heavy winter coat and even a scarf (that did wonders to bring out his eyes), Poe had forgone gloves so his palm was warm against your own.

After a moment of mulling over his question, you moved around him and placed one hand on his chest to stop him mid-stride. He stopped immediately, expression shifting to one of patience and curiosity intermingled. You considered moving your hand from his chest but ultimately decided against it as you said, “You made me laugh - you always make me laugh. It doesn’t matter how shitty of a day I’ve had or how big a loss we’ve had...I can look to you and I just know we’ll get through this.”

You took a deep breath at the same time as you moved another step closer to him, leveling your gaze to meet his. “That’s why I kissed you, but it’s not why I like you so much.”

Poe’s tongue darted out to wet his lips before he asked, “And why do you like me so much?”

You fixed him with a hard stare, bringing your hand up to lightly tap him on the back of the head before leaving it there, fingers carding lightly through the soft strands of his hair. “Because you’re a ridiculous, goofy, difficult man...and because you trusted me enough to show the cracks in between.”

“Interesting, given that’s all the reasons I like you.” Poe said dryly, closing in to bump his nose against yours. You shivered not just because - maker - his nose was cold but also due to the heat in his eyes.

“Must be why we’re friends.” The casualness of your tone was undermined by the light hitch in your breath as his arm curved around your waist to pull you flush against him. His cheeks were flushed and you had a feeling it wasn’t just from the temperature.

“Must be,” Poe agreed and there was a roughness to his tone now that had your heart skipping a beat. You both stilled, holding on to each other but neither moving forward any to close the rest of the gap. His breath appeared in tiny little clouds between the two of you, and you found yourself counting them - until, finally, he asked, “Can I kiss you again?”

You answered by grabbing him by his scarf and tugging him closer, slotting your lips against his soft warm ones. He melted into the kiss, his arms tightening around you as you slid one hand up the curve of his jaw, into the tiny curls that met the nape of his neck.

When the kiss eventually tapered off, Poe hesitated, not wanting to stray far from you yet. It took a minute for his eyes to open again, so when you opened your eyes, you got to appreciate how long and dark they were. “I’ve been wanting to do that for years,” he said.

“So have I.”

He grinned and nudged your nose with your own. “Never thought I’d be thanking the First Order for anything but I’m really glad we ran into so much trouble on Gorse.”

“I think...that’s something we can agree on.” The wind picked up, stronger this time, and you couldn’t help but shiver. A crease appeared between Poe’s brows and he reached between you to fix the fastens on your jacket.

“As much fun as this was, I think we’ve succeeded in getting you nice and cold. Want to head back inside? There’s nice warm blankets at the base.” His voice was too hopeful for the suggestion to be entirely for your benefit, so you nodded and he didn’t even bother trying to mask his relief over getting out of the cold as the two of you turned around to head back.

As you stepped through the hangar doors again, Poe said, “Doesn’t matter how cold it is wherever we are, because it’s always warm when I’ve got you.”

You dropped your head against his arm, smiling softly. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

#reader fic #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron #myfic #yes i am still yearning for cold weather leave me be

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awhitehead17 · 2 years

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So close, yet so far

TimKon, Fantasy AU, Dragon rider Tim, Warlock Kon, Curses, Established Relationship, Fluff, Humour.

Summary: Tim never realised how much he took for granted when it came to his relationship with Kon. It isn’t until the two of them are cursed that he notices how much he misses all of those little things they do. With the curse leaving both Tim and Kon frustrated they each try to get by until they come up with the solution that’ll break the curse so they can be properly together again.

Enjoy! :D

A constant prodding by something small is what causes him to rouse back into consciousness. Not wanting to get up yet Tim grumbles and bats away the thing persistently poking him, when the poking finally ceases he lets out a sigh and settles back down so he could fall back to sleep. Unfortunately his relief is short lived because the prodding comes back and this time it’s in full force, while it wasn’t hurting him in any way it just happened to be more annoying than anything else.

A low growl and sharp teeth nipping his ear is what finally causes him to wake fully. Groaning Tim forces his eyes open and moans when he’s blinded by bright sunlight, he instantly covers his eyes with a hand and this time slowly opens his eyes to adjust to the light.

Another growl sounds out and Tim turns his head to the side to find his dragon staring intensely at him. The two of them have a staring match until the small dragon steps forward and nips his ear a second time, Tim grits his teeth and gently shoves the dragon to the side.

“Okay, okay. I get it. I’m up. Geeze Mela.” Tim grumbles to his companion.

After years of training and working Tim is a successful dragon rider who has long been bonded to one of the mighty creatures. Mela is the dragon he’s bonded to and he wouldn’t trade her for the world. She’s a metallic silver dragon with two short horns on the front of her head, she has leather wings that sprout out from her back and her body ends with a long thin tail. She can shift sizes, her smallest form (which she currently is in) is no bigger than a kitten and her largest size is taller than several buildings put together.

The creature lets out a whine and Tim frowns wondering what’s causing the dragon’s odd behaviour. Normally Mela is more than happy to let him sleep in, the little dragon herself being a late riser (which was adorably enduring for a creature of her kind) so why the push to get up now?

Dread starts building up inside of him at the thought of Mela being unsettled. “What's wrong?”

Mela darts off without another word and Tim finally pushes himself up into a sitting position from where he had been lying down, the new perspective gives him a chance to get a clear view of his surroundings. Tim freezes when he realises that he was in fact not at home like he thought but rather instead he finds himself in the middle of the street with various of people all staring at him as if he’s from another planet.

Now alert Tim rapidly looks around to try and work out what happened. Why on earth is he in the middle of the street?

Mela appears in front of him again, having flown back to him from wherever she had run off too. The dragon darts forward and grabs the edge of Tim’s sleeve with her teeth and starts tugging in a clear indication that she wants Tim to follow her.

Taking a breath Tim gets to his feet. He pauses when he feels himself tilt to the side unsteadily but once he’s sure he’s found his footing he stands up straight and follows his dragon to wherever Mela wants him to go.

He’s currently outside a store, one very similar to all the rest in the town with it’s one floor, bricked foundations and wooden panelled roofing. It’s not even anything special as it’s just a grocery store. Tim’s mind is still rather foggy so he can’t yet connect the dots to why he’s there and what happened that landed him to be unconscious in the middle of the street.

Mela leads him to around the back of the building and suddenly everything fades into the background once he sees what’s behind the store amongst all the trash.

“Kon!”

Tim exclaims his boyfriend’s name and rushes over to his side. Falling to his knees Tim scans him looking for any signs of injury or anything else. Before he could react further Kon gasps and shoots upright into a sitting position and his eyes dart around all over the place obviously trying to catch up with the latest events.

“Kon, hey it’s me, you’re alright. Okay? Just breathe, you’re okay.” Tim calmly talks him down and gets his attention once he seems to settle.

“Tim?” Kon blinks at him and Tim nods. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. You?”

Kon frowns, looking confused, and places a hand to his forehead. “Yeah… what happened?”

Feeling uneasy Tim shrugs. “I don’t know. I only just woke up too, on the other side of the store in the middle of the street. I’m guessing you can’t remember either.”

“It’s blurry,” Kon admits with a grimace.

A rumble gets their attention and they both turn to look down at Mela who is glancing between them with wide eyes, her pupils having expanded leaving no iris’ left. Kon smiles and leans down to stroke a finger over Mela’s head and spine, earning him a happy purr.

“Hey Mela, glad you’re okay.” Kon mutters to the dragon affectionately.

The scene has Tim smiling but sadly it doesn’t stay when he remembers where they are and the fact they can’t remember how they got there. Getting to his feet he dusts his clothes off.

“C’mon, let’s go, we’ll head back home and see if we can work out what happened.” He holds out a hand for Kon to take, his boyfriend doesn’t hesitate to reach out and grab it however when their palms are about to touch something forces them apart.

The two of them share a look before trying again. They wear identical frowns when their hands wouldn’t meet.

“Kon take my hand.” Tim demands, his tone just short of snapping.

Kon huffs and glares at him. “I’m trying. I don’t know what’s going on.”

When they try again the same result happens where their palms deflect away from the other. They try their other hands only to have the same thing happen.

After a moment Kon gets to his feet on his own and they try another time but their efforts seem futile because no matter what their hands wouldn’t connect. Tim couldn’t describe it, the best he could compare it to is two magnets repelling against each other when the same poles are facing each other, no matter how much force is used to get them together they won’t meet.

Pursing his lips Tim looks at their hands before looking up at Kon’s perplexed face before looking at their hands again. He opens his mouth to say something but shuts it again quickly after realising he’s unsure on what he’s going to say.

The two of them stand there in a disbelieving silence for a while until a rumble from Mela breaks the spell.

Kon looks at Tim with a determined look. “Come here.”

Before Tim could move towards his boyfriend Kon is already reaching for him with his arms open as if he’s going to pull Tim in for a hug. Surprisingly, yet not so much, Kon’s arms never reach him, they don’t end up wrapped around him in the way Tim loves so much. Disheartened Tim watches as Kon’s arms seem to bounce away from him whenever they get close, it appears like Kon is hugging a force field that’s around Tim although they both know that is not the case.

Kon eventually gives up and his arms fall flat against his sides. His boyfriend looks somewhere between angry, sad and confused. Tim’s feeling the same way.

“What the fuck happened?” Kon whispers.

Tim sighs and runs a hand through his hair before pinching the bridge of his nose. Something happened to them before they were knocked unconscious, they just need to remember what they were doing in town and go from there. It was Tim’s day off so he didn’t need to do any collections or errands that day and Kon – to his knowledge – was free of duties too, so what were they doing?

A sudden weight appearing on his shoulder gets his attention and Tim glances to the side to find Mela perched there, her small body curling around his neck like a scarf. She lets out a whine, as if she’s feeling the same heaviness of the situation as they are, and nuzzles Tim’s jaw in her own affectionate way. Tim lets out a small smile and strokes over her glistening scales with a finger.

As he strokes her an idea comes to mind. “Hey Mela, can you fly to Kon for a moment, go and perch on his shoulder.”

When neither of his companions protest, Mela jumps off Tim’s shoulder and glides over to Kon’s shoulder opposite him. She lands lightly and curls around Kon’s neck in the same way she had done with Tim. Seeing this Tim hums in thought.

Looking at his boyfriend he says, “Mela isn’t affected by whatever this is between us. That may or may not be a good thing.”

Kon raises an eyebrow. “Dragons aren’t usually affected when it comes to things magical. They have their own entity when dealing with things like that, as you would know being a dragon rider. Her not being affected probably means the targets are just us, no one and nothing else. That’s saying if the thing behind this is in fact magic related.”

“Just why?” Tim enquires thoughtfully. There’s such a big gap in their memories which plays a key part in what happened. Taking a deep breath Tim shakes his head. “We’ll figure it out at home. We’ll get out the streets and go from there.”

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The topic of how they’re going to solve this matter between them gets brought up again when they’re ascending the stairs to their home. The two of them had moved in together into a small flat above the local bakery just last year. The move had been the next step in their relationship and finally having a space they could call their own was exhilarating.

“We’re not going to my father about this.” Kon protests from a step behind Tim.

“Why not?” Tim questions with a huff. He reaches the door first and digs out the key from his pockets. “He's probably the best option we have to figuring this out.”

“We don’t need to get anyone else involved. We can work this out for ourselves.”

Rolling his eyes Tim turns around to stare at his boyfriend in disbelief. Even Mela, from her position on his shoulder, makes a noise that sounds like a snort. Tim raises an eyebrow. “As much as I love your optimism and confidence in us, I don’t think we can, especially if this is a magical occurrence,” he turns back to the door and opens it up, leading the way inside their home, “you’re a mage Kon and a powerful one admittedly but spell work is not your forte.”

The door slams shut behind Kon. “Hey! I could know something about this….”

Tim doesn’t even bother entertaining the idea. They both know this is out of both of their elements as much as Tim hates to admit it. In his time of riding he’s come across a whole wide of variety of things but nothing like this before.

Tim makes his way into the kitchen and takes a seat down at the table with a sigh. A glance at the windowsill where their sundial is tells him it’s mid-afternoon. As soon as he’s sitting, Mela silently uncurls herself from around his neck and makes her way down his arm and onto the table. Tim watches as his dragon potters over to the fruit basket in the middle of the table and grabs an apple with her teeth, the small dragon struggles to drag the fruit over to Tim but once she’s in front of him she drops it and sits back on her hunches looking rather proud of herself. Tim couldn’t help but smile. Knowing what she wants Tim grabs his pocketknife from his pocket and starts slicing the fruit up into small bite size chunks and feeds her the pieces.

While he’s busy with Mela, Kon had followed him into the kitchen and was busing himself in making them a couple drinks. Once he's done he makes his way over to Tim and holds out the mug for him to take and without thinking about it Tim reaches out to take it from his boyfriend but startles when he feels the same repelling force from earlier appear again. The two of them share a sad knowing smile. In the end Kon places the mug on the table and goes and settle in the chair opposite Tim.

In between feeding Mela and drinking his coffee, Tim looks over at Kon, his mind going over their situation and what they could do to solve it. “If not your father then who do you suggest we go to?” He asks after a moment of silence.

Kon shrugs, looking lost and helpless. “I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want to involve him.”

Tim shakes his head, knowing a partial reason on why Kon is against getting his dad in involved. “Kon, this isn’t the time to be holding grudges against him. We’re going to need his help.”

Clearly Tim hit a sore spot because Kon sends him a cold glare. “He lied to me Tim, for years he kept it secret when I deserved to know!”

“I know!” Tim reassures him. “I know, I’m just saying we’re not going to solve this by ourselves.”

“What do you suggest then? We hit the library looking up every spell possible to see if there’s a record to what we’re going through, or if there’s a potion we can create and then we’d be cured?”

“That's what we need to find out. First thing we need to do is remember why we were at that grocery store. It’s not anything special, just one in the town centre. How did we get there, what happened leading up to it?”

A thump sounds out and Tim watches with both amusement and annoyance as Kon smacks his head against the table. “I. Don’t. Know.” He boyfriend grits out.

Tim recalls that morning from what he could remember, hoping something will click into place as he goes through what happened. “We woke up, it’s both of our days off so we didn’t rush. Once out of bed we had breakfast and decided on what to do for the day. You wanted to do nothing and stay in bed but I wanted to go out. We ended up leaving to do…. something?”

Kon perks up, throwing him a thoughtful look. “We bumped into your brother downstairs as we left.”

Before he could reply a chirp sounds out and Tim glances down to find Mela looking up at him expectantly with another apple by her side. When she had grabbed it Tim has no idea. Giving his dragon a disapproving look, he grabs the apple and places it back into the fruit basket.

“No. I’m not giving you another one. You can wait.” He tells her firmly. Not liking being told no, she opens her eyes up and looks at him yearningly, sadly for her the look doesn’t work on him anymore. “No Mela. You can wait until dinner.”

The dragon huffs at him, even sending a little bit of smoke his way, and turns around to face Kon. His boyfriend looks amused and Tim just knows she’s trying on that look with him too. Kon doesn’t fall for it either.

“If Tim said no, then it’s a no from me too. You know this.” He tells Mela gently with a smile.

Knowing she’s not getting her way, the dragon huffs again and this time takes off from the table and flies out of the kitchen to disappear somewhere within the flat, probably her nest that’s been built in their bedroom.

Looking back at Kon he continues the conversation, now remembering what had been said “Yeah, Jason was returning back to the bakery after running some errands,” Tim glances at Kon, “maybe we should go and speak to Jason, he may be able to fill us in on some stuff.”

Kon shakes his head, against the idea. “No, he won’t be much help. I don’t think we conversed, not that I can remember anyway.”

Feeling restless energy building up inside of him, Tim gets up from his chair and begins to pace the length of the small kitchen. His mind is split into two. He’s desperate to know what he’s not remembering and why he couldn’t remember, then on the other hand he wants to solve this situation with Kon. He wants to touch his boyfriend. Not being able to touch Kon, or even go near him, is driving Tim crazy and it’s making him realise he misses all of those little things they do. The holding hands, comforting squeezes, hugs, resting against one another.

As he paces across the kitchen on what must be his tenth round, something on the side catches his attention. Pausing his movements Tim steps to the counter and finds it to be a piece of paper with his own handwriting on it, it’s a note reminding him to visit Babs sometime later in the week.

Seeing the woman’s name gives him an idea, lifting the piece of paper up in the air he beams at Kon, feeling hope for the first time since waking up in the middle of the street.

“There is someone who may be able to help us after all!”

Tim shows Kon the paper and when his boyfriend holds out his hand to take it from him he doesn’t hesitate to pass it over, only remembering a second later when their hands repel that they can’t do that. Feeling his smile falter Tim drops the paper down onto the table for Kon to see, once he’s out the way his boyfriend picks it up.

“You want to go visit Babs.” Kon states after reading the note.

Tim nods affirmatively. “If anyone’s got the knowledge to help us, it’d be her.”

“When do you want to go see her?”

Checking the time with their sun dial on the windowsill, Tim shrugs. “How about now? She would be done with work and if we’re lucky we can catch her at her workplace instead of at home.”

“Yeah okay,” Kon agrees easily getting up from his chair, “the sooner the better.”

Heading for the front door of their flat Tim whistles for his dragon. “Mela let’s go!”

A moment later Tim and Kon are by the door waiting for the dragon to appear. When she doesn’t Tim frowns and whistles again. When she stubbornly stays hidden Kon laughs.

“She’s mad at you because you refused her a second apple.”

Tim shakes his head in disbelief, “I don’t understand why she likes the damn things so much. She certainly lives up to her namesake.” Turning back into the flat he raises his voice. “If you come now, I’ll give you an extra apple after dinner.”

A beat goes by and just as Tim’s about to call out again a flap of wings could be heard and his dragon finally comes into view, apparently the promise of extra fruit does the trick. Mela lands smoothly on Tim’s shoulder and curls around his neck making a purring noise as she does so and Tim rolls his eyes fondly.

“You wouldn’t think she’d be able to shift into the size of several buildings put together would you?”

Kon snorts, doing the job of locking the door behind them before they descend down the stairs. “No you wouldn’t, but that’s what makes her special.” Smiling Tim gives his dragon a stroke along her spine with his finger.

When they arrive to speak to Babs at her workplace, they find she isn’t alone. When they walk into the room and see the second person leaning against Bab’s desk Tim sighs and curses softly. As much as he loves his eldest brother, he didn’t want to be dealing with him that day. Dick will ask too many questions and be a nuisance instead.

Seeing no point in delaying the inevitable, Tim strides into the room without further hesitation and earns himself a couple of curious looks to his sudden arrival.

“Hey Babs, Dick.” Tim greets them with a restrained smile, he wished he was greeting them for a different reason.

Babs raises an eyebrow and leans away from her desk to give him her full attention. Her eyes flicker from him to Kon as his boyfriend comes to stand beside him, well as close as he could get at least. “Tim, Conner, nice to see you. You timed that right, I’ve just finished for the day. What can I do for you?”

Tim shares a look with Kon and turns back at Babs, though he couldn’t help the apprehensive glance he sends Dick’s way, and explains to her what’s happened to the two of them that morning and why they’ve decided to approach her about their problem.

Once he’s finished talking Babs is wearing a contemplative expression. His brother on the other hand looks concerned. “Are you two okay though?” He asks worriedly, straightening up as he speaks.

Tim waves his concern to the side. “Yeah, we’re fine, except you know the whole not being able to touch each other thing and the amnesia we’re experiencing.” Dick isn’t impressed with his answer and Tim acknowledges his flat look with a shrug.

“Are you able to help us Babs?” Kon’s voice brings Tim back into the moment. He turns and finds his boyfriend leaning against the desk opposite the professor. “Anything at all?”

“There may be something…” she mumbles after a moment. The red haired woman turns to Dick and points him over to the far wall of the room where a large floor-to-ceiling bookshelf is placed and instructs her boyfriend to grab several different books from her extensive collection.

Seeing that this is going to take a while Tim wonders over to a chair and sits down on it, making himself at home. As Dick runs back and forwards between the bookshelf and Babs’ desk he inspects the room with curiosity. It’s Babs’ classroom and where she holds all of her lectures, being a professor at the only university in the town grants her a large lecture hall filled with seats that slope to give each one a view of Babs’ desk at the front. The door they entered from is to the left and the bookshelf Dick is currently emptying at Babs’ command is on the right.

Kon comes and settles a couple seats away from Tim as Babs announces she’s got everything she needs. Silently the woman starts flicking through pages of different books of all shapes, colours and sizes, clearly on a mission looking for something in particular.

Mela, who’s been silently sleeping on Tim until this point, wakes up and observes the room before standing and stretching. She takes off from Tim’s shoulders to circle the room and ends up touching down by Dick who greets her with a stroke and a smile.

Tim’s unsure on how much time passes by as they wait for Babs to do her research but he sighs in relief when she finally announces she think she’s found something.

“I thought your current situation sounded familiar and I couldn’t work out where I had heard it before. Going through some of my books I wanted to see if I could find any record of something like this happening before and thankfully I was right when I thought I recognised it.” As Babs talks her voice drops slightly and every word she says is clear and precise, Tim imagines this is her ‘professor’ tone.

“This book recalls similar situations that you’ve found yourselves in. Where different couples couldn’t either, talk, see, remember or touch one another.”

When the woman trails off Tim sends her an expectant look, waiting for the catch. “Okay so what else is there to it? Does it mention anything about the amnesia? What about how we fix it? Can it be fixed?”

Tim’s a little stressed out by the end of his volley of questions and he knows it shows through by the tone of his voice and his actions as his body tenses up.

“Hey Tim, easy okay. We’ll get the answers, just be patient.” Kon calmly tells him holding up a hand to placate him. His boyfriend looks like he wants to hug him but unfortunately they know that isn’t currently an option. Also sensing his distress Mela flies back over to him and lands on his shoulder, she presses her snout into the skin underneath his jaw, offering her own support and comfort.

Tim takes a deep breath and settles back down into his seat with an apology. If Babs was affected by his outburst she didn’t show it.

“When you said you suspected the cause of this to be magic, you are right, it is magic. Although it’s not a spell but in fact a curse.”

Her words leave Tim blinking at her. He’s both surprised and not to hear that. Before he could question it she continues talking, running a finger along the page of the book she reads from.

“And like every curse, there is a way for it to be broken. What binds your love together has been undone. Correct what has been broken to become whole again.”

There's a beat of silence following her words until Kon snorts seeming incredulous of the whole thing and honestly Tim doesn’t blame him. “You aren’t being serious right? A riddle to break a curse that’s been placed on us. Of course, why didn’t we see this coming! Who would curse us? What have we done?”

Those are fair questions to ask but sadly none of them have the answers to any of them.

For the first time in a while Dick speaks up from his position next to Babs’ desk. “I can look into it, whoever cursed you most likely casted the amnesia spell too. I’ll do what I can with my contacts from the details you’ve given but it’ll be a long shot I’m afraid, that’s even after narrowing down the population into warlocks.” His brother looks almost rueful for how little help he can offer them. Tim takes back his earlier comments of him being a nuisance.

“Anything that may help would be much appreciated, thanks Dick.” Tim acknowledges with gratitude.

Closing the book with a loud bang Babs sends them a calculating stare. “So you two knuckle heads need to try and work out that riddle and in the meantime I’ll search through my archives to see if there’s anything else about the curse. Dick will do his part to try and find this wayward warlock.”

Seeing that there’s nothing else to be done or said, Tim and Kon agree and give their farewells and leave the room.

Their mood is sombre during the walk back to their flat. The two of them are quiet as they each reflect on the information they’ve been told. As Tim thinks it over, he watches Mela who’s taken to flying ahead of them and stopping to do a flip before flying back to Tim and repeating the process. He knows she’s showing off, trying to make him smile and while he appreciates her efforts they don’t much to improve his mood.

He and Kon only speak again once they’re back at their flat. It’s now late and past dinner time, not that it’s going to stop them from eating, Tim sits at the table while Kon works on putting together a meal for them. His dragon has flown off into the apartment, most likely for a nap so once they’re done Tim will make sure to leave some food out for her.

“What binds your love together has been undone. Correct what has been broken to become whole again.”

Tim repeats Babs’ words from earlier, wondering what the hell they mean. He asks Kon the question and gets a shrug as an answer.

“I don’t know Tim. Your guess is as good as mine. It could be anything.”

“Well c’mon,” Tim urges him, “you’re the mage between us you should be able to come up with an answer!”

Kon sends him an unimpressed look over his shoulder. “For the thousandth time, the correct term is warlock. You know I hate the word mage.”

“I could call you a wizard if you prefer?”

“Absolutely not. I’d take mage over wizard thanks.”

“I’m glad we could come to an agreement. Anyway, spell, curse, us. What do we do?” Tim bends down and rests his head against the table with a groan.

He sits back up a moment later in time for Kon to approach the table with two plates. His boyfriend places the plate down as close as he could before taking the seat opposite him. The two of them tuck into their food while discussing the matter at hand.

“There’s nothing wrong with our relationship, so it’s a mystery to what could be ‘broken’.” Kon comments with a frown.

Tim hums. “It’s also a question of what ‘binds our love’? Last I knew we haven’t participated in any soul binding spells or rituals. What is there to break?”

The two of them fall silent at the question and they both end up getting lost in their thoughts over the matter, thinking mostly about what it could mean for them.

After they’ve finished eating and have cleared up, having to swap places so they could each do the chores of cleaning and putting away the dishes, they decide to call it a night and start to get ready for bed. Where they would normally use the tiny bathroom together they quickly found that they wouldn’t be able to do so now, having to get ready separately Tim uses the opportunity to prepare some snacks for Mela (making sure to give her extra apple) while Kon uses the bathroom and once he's done Tim takes his turn.

Because of their situation they were apprehensive about getting into bed, unsure on how it was going to work. Since they couldn’t touch each other it raises the question of whether their bed would be big enough for the two of them to be in at the same time. They decide to give it a go and see what happens, depending on how the night goes depends on what actions they take.

The next week proves to be challenging. Both Tim and Kon are growing more agitated each passing day with their situation, not being able to touch one another is driving them both insane. One of the only things keeping Tim sane is that he’s able to keep Mela close to him and also that at least he and Kon can be somewhat near one another even if they aren’t touching.

They keep up with their jobs, their work keeping them fairly distracted from their issue when they’re not at home. There’s been no updates from neither Babs nor Dick which frustrates Tim but he understands.

A breakthrough hits Tim while he’s out riding Mela.

The two of them go out flying at least twice a week that’s for fun, they cross over the town and over to the nearby coast, sometimes they’d adventure further to some nearby mountains or visit a neighbouring town just to change things up.

On this particular day Tim and Mela were visiting another town, Tim had wanted to drop by to see some friends while he had free times between jobs and while the two of them walked through town, Mela currently the size of a horse who was striding alongside him, they came across a large metal grid in the shape of a heart. On this metal framing there were hundreds of little padlocks, all different shapes, sizes and colours, some had inscriptions on them while others were plain.

Seeing this Tim stops dead in his tracks as the revelation hits him like a freight train.

Their padlock. His and Kon’s padlock is the key to undoing the curse that’s been placed on them. Back in their own town, on their own local love lock frame, he and Kon have a padlock themselves, one of which they locked in place together when after they shared their first “I love you.”

Tim thinks it over, the lock must have come magically undone when they got cursed, perhaps if they go and visit the padlock and relock it then the curse may lift. If that isn’t the case then maybe they get themselves a new lock which may do the trick. Tim’s not sure but what he is sure of is his next steps. Turning to Mela he gets his dragon’s attention as she had been drawn to two cats playing down the street. If Tim hadn’t been one-track minded he would have found Mela’s curiosity rather amusing.

“Mela. C’mon let’s go, it’s home time.” Tim waits for her to focus on him and seeing what he wants she lowers her body down so he could swing up onto her back onto the saddle placed there. Within seconds she’s launched into the air and the two of them are making their way back home. Mela’s smaller form making it easier to glide through the air making the journey quicker than what it would have been if she had been full size.

Once they touch down, Tim dismantles and takes off in a sprint to go and find Kon. Considering the day and time, he should be able to find his boyfriend near the outskirts of town at the arena. The town had a makeshift arena, one that had been created by teenagers who wanted to practice their magic and sword fighting away from adults, over time it became an official place to do practising on and for lessons to be taught at. Kon would be here doing lessons in offense and defensive magic to young warlocks.

As expected he finds Kon in the middle of the arena in front of a small group of kids. Not caring about the audience Tim sprints over the group shouting Kon’s name. In his determination and lack of awareness, Tim realises he’s going to fast too late and is unable to stop himself from crashing into Kon, unfortunately due to their circumstances Tim simply bounces off Kon and lands in the dirt on his ass.

“Tim! Gods above are you okay? What’s going on?” Kon exclaims his concern and looks at Tim with a mixture of worry and bewilderment.

Ignoring his now bruised coccyx, Tim stands up and dusts himself off. “I’ve worked it out! I know how we can break the curse!”

Kon blinks at him in a shocked silence for several moments. It gives Tim the perfect opportunity to look into his beautiful blue eyes which were reflecting the sun high in the sky that day. The moment is broken when one of the young kids Kon had been teaching speaks up, reminding the two of them they had an audience.

“Class dismissed. I’ll see you guys next week.” Kon calls out distractedly. The group all grumble but head away without any complaints.

Tim launches into an explanation about his day and how it lead to him working out that their padlock may be the key to breaking the curse. When he first started talking Kon looked intrigued and eager, as his story went on it changed to one of confusion before ending with an expression of understanding.

“We need to go to that love lock frame, now!”

The two of them break out into a run in the direction towards the love locks, Tim’s is mildly aware of Mela flying behind them, his dragon having shifted into her smallest form while they had been talking.

Minutes later they reach the frame and the two of them immediately start scanning for where they had placed theirs all those years ago, many more have been added since then making it more difficult to find.

“Here!”

Kon’s shout gets his attention and Tim hurries over to where his boyfriend is standing at the opposite end of the frame, this one being in the shape of the word ‘love’, and Tim looks where Kon is pointing to see that their padlock is unlocked. Tim observes the lock, it’s the same as he remembers, a classic square padlock with a keyhole at the bottom of it. The colour is a shimmering sliver that reflects colourfully in the sunlight, it’s the same silver that covers Mela. Kon had picked the lock up for them with Mela in his mind. Tim had melted when Kon shared the reasoning with him, it meant more than anything about how accepting his boyfriend is of his dragon. Wanting Kon to have his mark on it too, Tim engraved Kon’s family symbol onto the front of the lock, the symbol itself resembling an ‘S’ shape.

Kon holds the now open padlock in his palm and shows it to Tim. “So we just simply lock this back into place and the curse will break?” Disbelief bleeds into his tone as he talks and Tim could only shrug in response.

“Maybe? I don’t know, this is just a guess.”

Taking a deep breath Kon shuffles closer to the frame and fits the lock into place, just before he closes it Tim gets in as close as he could and allows his hand to hover over Kon’s as his boyfriend locks the padlock shut. An audible click sounds out and a heavy pause follows the silence. Tim and Kon share a frown, the two of them waiting for something to happen, not that they knew what they were waiting for.

“Did it work?” Kon asks.

Tim glances down at his hand to find it still hovering above Kon’s and his heart drops. He still can’t touch Kon.

“I don’t think so.” Tim says despairingly. On his shoulder Mela lets out a low noise and pushes her snout into Tim’s jaw, offering a comforting touch. Tim backs away and runs a hand through his hair feeling disheartened and agitated. “Back to the drawing board it is.”

“Hey,” Kon calls out to him and instinctively Tim turns to look at him, “I love you. That hasn’t changed.”

At Kon’s firm declaration Tim smiles, “I know, I love you too.”

His boyfriend steps in close and keeps eye contact, his expression now showing determination. “We’ll figure it-”

Tim blinks when Kon abruptly stops talking. He sends his boyfriend a concerned glance, “Kon? You okay?” And that’s when he feels it, a gentle nudge against his foot. Looking down Tim’s eyes widen when he sees the tip of Kon’s boot nudging against his, he had stepped in too close and accidently hit Tim’s foot with his own, this being something that shouldn’t have been possible because of the curse.

It takes a moment for the realization of what that tiny touch means. When it does finally sink in Tim snaps his head at the same time as Kon and instantly they’re moving towards each other, immediately wrapping their arms around the other because they now could. Feeling Kon’s arms around him makes him want to sob, the relief he’s feeling run through his body isn’t like anything he’s felt before, he knew he missed it but didn’t realise how much until now. He doesn’t want to let Kon ago again.

Being embraced by his boyfriend for the first time in a week Tim loses track of time. He doesn’t know how long they stand there hugging but they only pull apart when Mela begins to restlessly wiggle in between them and starts making impatient noises. They each laugh and even though they separate they don’t let go of one another.

“We should probably head home don’t you think?” Kon says with a wide smile.

Tim couldn’t help but reciprocate the gesture, he squeezes the hand still tightly holding onto Kon. “I think that’s a good idea.” He reaches up with the other hand and strokes Mela who’s settled on his shoulder with her tail curling around his neck, “I believe this one is getting impatient.”

Kon fondly rolls his eyes. “Kids these days huh?”

“Can’t take them anywhere!” Tim jokes with a laugh and knowing they were talking about her Mela nips harshly at his ear causing Tim to wince but it doesn’t stop him from laughing.

As they walk down the path, heading home, all Tim could think of is where their hands are joined and how right it feels. He knows there’s still work to be done, after all the wayward warlock hasn’t been caught yet and there’s still the problem about their amnesia but for now Tim can relish in the fact he gets to hold Kon again after what feels like forever without being able to do so.

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darthzero22 · 3 years

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A good morning

Crosshair x Reader

Of all the squad, you weren't much of an early riser. But this time you manage to wake up before everything else, before Crosshair, and he was an early riser.

Warning: Nudity, dirty talk

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Last night was one of those nights to remember. Those nights with Crosshair were always unique, and the morning of the next day you didn't know why exactly you woke up so early. You usually woke up after everyone else, but waking up earlier had its advantages: you could see your man sleep next to you. You rarely had the opportunity to see him asleep in the mornings, as he was an early riser. Crosshair slept on his side in bed, facing you, and just like you, he was naked under the sheet. You could stare at him all day long. He was so handsome, and the memories of last night came back to your mind.

You loved everything about him.

You didn't want to wake him up, it was earlier than usual and besides, it wasn't time to get up. You begin to stroke his silver hair, running your fingers through it in a soft caress. You didn't know this, Crosshair didn't tell you because he wasn't good at expressing his feelings, but since you came into his life, he has always slept more than well. With you he felt very comfortable. You are everything to him.

He loved everything about you.

You kept stroking his hair very softly and your smile gets bigger when you see him sigh. It was a sigh of satisfaction, your caresses made his dreams more peaceful. You wanted to kiss him, at least on the cheek, but you'd probably wake him up and you didn't want that.

You tried to sleep again, maybe seeing him so peaceful made you sleepy, but it was impossible. All trace of sleep in you disappeared. You look at the holopad, sighing with relief when you see that it was only half an hour before the ideal wake-up time, so you simply preferred to wait. You wanted to stay in bed all that time, with Crosshair, but you wanted to go to the bathroom too. You had to get out of the room, so you get out of bed and grab your clothes that were lying on the floor next to Crosshair's.

You stayed in the bathroom to clean your face as well and that took you a couple of minutes. When you finished you went back to your room. You see that finally Crosshair seemed to be waking up, but it was difficult for him in fact. You wanted to help him, so you walk over to the bed and climb in.

“Hey, Cross” you start stroking his shoulder and arm softly.

Crosshair was still half asleep, but manages to be surprised that you were awake. He was the early riser, not you. Maybe he overslept? He thought that for a moment. His eyes were half-open, unable to open them fully from sleep.

“Is it… morning?” he asked. His voice was also sleepy.

“Yes, don't worry” you were smiling. “You're still an early riser, but I beat you today”

Crosshair grunts and closes his eyes to put his head back on the pillow. He was very lazy, and that was evident when he covers his eyes with one hand.

“It is too early to start a competition, so don't do that” he has already started with his morning complaint.

“Well, they say to start the day in the best possible way”

“I start my morning the way I want, so be quiet for a few minutes”

“Is my voice not pleasant to you in the morning?”

“Ugh. Don't start with that too”

You loved to tease him. You rarely had the opportunity to tease him in the mornings, so you were going to take advantage, but always with that loving touch of yours. You leaned towards Crosshair, bringing your face very close to his, and he kept covering his eyes with his hand, but he could feel you very close, in fact your breath hit his cheek.

“Don't breathe so close to my face. Even your breathing is annoying”

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong foot” you smiled. “But you look adorable like this”

“Mesh’la”

“Fine, fine. But can we at least greet each other properly?”

Crosshair removes his hand from his eyes and looks at you. You were smiling, it was more than clear what you were referring to. He sighs, but smiles and leans his face to yours so that you two start kissing. You rested a hand to his face, while he rested a hand to the back of your neck. The kiss was deep and loving, as always.

Now that was a good morning greeting.

When the two of you break away from the kiss, Crosshair runs a finger down your neck. You laugh a little because you could tell he was a little annoyed that you were already dressed. Many times that situation was different: when you woke up in the morning you were naked and saw that he was already dressed, but now you were the one who was dressed.

“Well, there's one thing I don't like when you wake up before me” he said.

“Say it for yourself, Cross. I have a lot of advantages, like seeing you with your clothes off”

You didn't give Crosshair time to say anything because you give him a little kiss, and then get out of bed, so he would wake up completely as he wanted. You see that he moves, now lying on his back on the bed and then covers his eyes with his forearm. Since he also wanted some silence, you simply decide to grab his clothes that were on the floor and put them on the chair, and then grab your datapad that was on the table.

You were now reading your datapad with your waist resting on the table. It was the mission report, nothing of interest. You were silent like that for a few minutes, until finally Crosshair decided to end the silence.

“Mesh’la”

“Yeah?”

“Can you hand me my clothes?”

“Oh... Well, I can do that"

“But?”

“But I don't want to” you smile.

Crosshair pulls his forearm out of his eyes and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. Your intentions were more than clear because his clothes were on the chair next to you, and so he frowns. He had done the same thing to you so many times: not passing you your clothes so that you would get out of bed so he could see you naked as you walked.

“Really?”

“Really”you were smiling.

“Great...” he said with sarcasm. “I will not give you the satisfaction, mesh’la”

“Then you'll stay naked for the rest of the day. Better for me”

“That won't happen either. So do me a favor and hand me my clothes”

“Hmm…No. Go ahead, Cross. You can walk” you wink at him.

The truth is that Crosshair had to get up, so he sighs and after grunting in annoyance, pulls the sheet off so he can finally get out of bed.

If the kiss was a good morning greeting, now that was more than good morning views.

He didn't look at you as he approached the chair, he preferred not to, and he had his brow furrowed. You looked at him all the time with a smile. Watching him walk naked from the bed to your position was quite a spectacle. You loved his naked body, well, everything about him you loved.

“Are you happy now?”

“Oh, you have no idea how much” you were smiling.

“Uh-huh. You're enjoying this, mesh’la”

“More than enjoy it. I don't need to undress you with my eyes now”

“You sound pathetic when you make those comments”

“Hey, you tell me that when I'm the one who's naked”

“Because when I say it, it sounds better”

“Right”

When Crosshair stands next to you, as his clothes are now properly laid out on the table, and you lean forward a little in a disguised way. He sighs because you were not disguised at all, it was more than clear that you wanted to see the back of him, his butt to be exact.

“If you want to look at my ass, don't try to be sneaky. You're bad at it”

“Me? I was just stretching and I could look at your beautiful ass”

You laugh when Crosshair gives you a friendly shove. Sometimes you didn't recognize yourself, but that meant how crazy you were for this man. Then you see him start to get dressed, obviously starting with his underwear and pants. In less than five seconds, he was already in just his pants, and from the waist up he was still naked.

“What a great way to start the morning” you said.

“Good for you”

You stand between Crosshair and the table, preventing him from grabbing the rest of his clothes. You start caressing his cheek with one hand, and one of his pecs with the other. Your caresses were soft and loving, you just wanted to feel him.

“Consider what happened as a small revenge” you were smiling.

“Yeah, I guess I deserved it. But it wasn't so bad, I must admit” he puts on a small smile, relaxing with your caresses.

“Good. Because having you is the best thing in the galaxy”

Because of those caresses and because of what you said, Crosshair suddenly grabs your butt with both hands to force you to sit on the table, being close to the edge. He positions himself between your spread legs and rests his two hands on the table on either side of you. Then brings his face close to yours, his lips close to yours.

“Oh, you did that on purpose” you smile.

“Well, you're not the only one who thinks the other one has a beautiful ass” his smile was now a little more mischievous. “But I told you this last night too”

“Uh-huh. You are a sweetheart and a romantic, Cross” you said with a sarcasm.

“Don't play innocent. You like it when I say that”

“... You got me”

“As always... But you were right. I woke up on the wrong foot, but not anymore. You have a unique effect on me”

“Now you're being romantic” your smile gets bigger. You caressed his cheek.

“You are the reason for that, mesh’la”

As your lips were close to his, you break that closeness finally and kiss him, then he reciprocates. You rest your hands on his face to caress it and Crosshair rests his hands on your waist to bring you closer to him, practically hugging you. When you were closer to his body, you wrap your arms around his neck.

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thisisgonnafuxkinkillme · 3 years

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My Yellow (18+ EraserMight)

NSFW Aizawa Shouta x Yagi Toshinori

Warnings: Established relationship, nsfw

They’d been together for quite some time now, and even though both of them had been in relationships before, neither were bold enough to go all the way.

On one hand, Toshinori instantly turned pink at the thought of even mentioning sex to his boyfriend, and on the other, Aizawa would die if he ever made his lover uncomfortable.

So, neither of them said a word about what they truly wanted to do to each other.

Or, in Toshi’s case, what he wanted him to do to him.

But that was neither here nor there as long as they kept quiet.

The thing is, when you deprive yourself of what you want, tension rises.

A lot.

Toshinori came into work early, as usual. To his surprise, Aizawa was already in his seat, casually sitting comfortably with his legs spread wide open. It wasn’t a conscious choice, and he wouldn’t have ever sat in such a suggestive position if anyone else was around.

Another thing, though, was that Aizawa was never one to come into work early. Maybe he’d been working on something all night?

So when he saw Toshi come into the room and make eye contact with his groin, he instantly shot up and crossed his legs, typing aggressively. The ‘w’ key nearly flew off as Toshi took his seat next to him quietly.

Though Aizawa did his best to ignore him, he could hear how Toshi was breathing just a little harder than usual.

Of course, that could just be chalked up to his condition. So, that’s what Aizawa repeated to himself until the thoughts of him on his knees looking up at him went away.

A few nights later, Toshi was relaxing in the living room, drinking his nightly tea and staring out the window and into the darkened sky. All he was wearing was a pair of red flannel boxers.

“Hey, sunshine, whatcha-“ Aizawa gulped as he noticed what he was wearing.

Toshi turned around, blushing from hearing that cute little nickname. It was rare that Aizawa ever used honorifics, and even rarer that those honorifics would be so... adorable.

Aizawa took a few moments to eye his boyfriend, tracing even his scar with his eyes.

God, he’s so fucking hot. Even doing nothing, he’s just perfect. I wish I could-

Before he could stammer out a compliment, though, Toshi had already began talking about something totally benign.

Another opportunity lost.

It was Friday evening when Toshi finally snapped. He was lying in bed, assuming he was alone. He figured that Aizawa had taken the night shift, and was dealing with patrolling the neighborhood. So, he took this opportunity to relieve himself.

He scrolled through various porn sites, trying to find something, anything that’d interest him.

But none did.

So, he had to resort to the old fashioned way: just imagining.

Boring, I know.

But hey, what else can a horny guy do in desperate times like these?

So, he got to work. He pulled out the lube he stashed deep under his mattress, in a silly attempt to hide his libido from his boyfriend as if he were a teenager afraid of being scolded.

His thumbs locked onto his boxers, pulling them down just enough so his tool was accessible.

He spread his legs apart, saturating his cock with the lube. As it made contact, he flinched at the cold, but the warmth from his hands and body helped ease the momentary discomfort. He sighed as he wrapped his fingers around himself. Instantly, tension that had been building inside of him began to ease just a little.

When was the last time he’d had time for himself like this?

Once he and Aizawa moved in together, he never really had much alone time. He preferred going to bed early and being an early riser, while Aizawa was either working all day and sleeping all night, or working all night and sleeping all day.

Thus, whenever he had time off, Aizawa was always just a room away.

Not that he didn’t like being with him constantly, it’s just... he didn’t want to make things weird. He just wanted to keep this relationship full of love.

Toshi had been in a couple relationships. I mean, of course he has. He’s all might, after all.

But what made those different was that none were really centered around what mattered most to him: love.

Usually, it was just women who thought he was attractive, or wanted him for his money, or just wanted to be friends with benefits.

Well, that was another thing. Toshinori had never been intimate with a man before. Or even been in a relationship with one.

Frankly, the thought of actually doing it with him was sort of intimidating.

But still, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d look down at him, running his fingers through his hair as he bobbed on his cock.

He pumped slowly but steadily, not needing much to excite his neglected member. He was touch starved for so long that just pleasuring himself was nearly too much for him.

So, he kept it simple.

Meanwhile, Aizawa was on his laptop in the living room, which was one door away. He’d decided to teach today’s class virtually, and he was free from his patrol duties for the night.

This was far from usual for him. He enjoyed to keep busy, staying active and feeling productive sort of gave him a purpose. Funny, isn’t it? You’d think that Aizawa was a lazy man, but in fact, he loved his job, and often overworked himself into oblivion.

Class was over, and he was now totally free to hang out with his boyfriend. He allowed himself a little smirk at the thought of that.

The lanky man stood and stretched, sighing as his joints popped. He’d been sitting down for a little too long.

As he approached the bedroom door to greet Toshinori, he heard it.

It was Toshi’s voice.

Now, Aizawa barely recognized the sounds and mumbling as his lover’s. None were familiar to him. That being said, though, the little, muffled moans leaked with the essence of him.

He knew he shouldn’t listen, but...

fuck, it’s hot.

Toshi, from inside the bedroom, didn’t even notice Aizawa’s footsteps. All he cared about was the Aizawa in his mind that was endlessly praising him for being a good boy for him. How he’d gently suck him off as a reward for serving him so well.

Seeing as he was seemingly home alone, Toshinori had no issue letting himself go, embracing the lewd sounds that escaped him and echoed back into his ears from the walls. There were no neighbors to speak of, no thin walls. Just him, his hand, and his imagination.

Aizawa pressed his ear against the door, listening intently. He was getting hard just by imagining what Toshi could be doing in there.

God, it’d be great if he’d just whimper out my name...

He thought shamelessly. By now, lust had completely taken over any semblance of logic and reason he had left. All he wanted was to bust the door down and-

The door opened.

Toshi had just his boxers on, paired with wide blue eyes and a slightly parted lips.

Aizawa’s face morphed into the same expression when he realized what he’d just done.

“H-h...how... long have... oh,God...fuck...” Toshi whimpered. His face was pink before, but now was tinted a bright crimson.

“I...um...fuck...” Aizawa mumbled, rubbing his forehead and looking away.

Toshi took a shakey breath, gathering up every ounce of courage he had, pushing down the last of his embarrassment. He had to for what he was about to pull next.

He mumbled a “fuck it,” gently taking the shorter man’s face in his hands and placing a kiss on his lips. It was sweet, tender, and most of all, passionate.

Aizawa pulled away, grabbing one of Toshi’s wrists.

“You don’t have to,” he stated, looking up into his eyes.

“Neither do you,” replied the blond.

“I mean, do you want to?” He added shyly. His confidence was all used up by his first little stunt. Luckily, Aizawa could take it from here.

“Well, duh,” he smirked. Before he could even get to the bed, Toshi was already playing out his fantasy to the best he could.

He kneeled on the hardwood floor, looking up at the ravenette as he tugged at his waistband as if asking for permission.

Aizawa tossed a pillow at him.

“Not without putting this under your knees. You’ll get bruises,” he instructed, keeping his boyfriend’s much frailer state in mind.

The tiny caring action didn’t help to stop his bulge from returning.

So, he did as he was told, and positioned himself on top of the pillow. Truthfully, it was much more comfortable, and a lot less stress on his achey bones.

Aizawa watched as Toshi gently unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to reveal his now fully erect cock.

Aizawa never wore underwear anyways, but hell, it definitely worked out for him this time.

Toshi wasted no time in taking it into his mouth, trying frantically to remember all the things pornstars usually did.

Um, shit, do they usually do it like... this? Oh no, I’m going to mess this up... fuck...

He then tried to deepthroat him. Huge mistake.

Instantly, he pulled away, gagging and coughing.

“You alright down there?” Aizawa asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Toshi nodded, wiping his mouth.

“Just do what feels right. You’re doing good. Just don’t get caught up on what’s ‘correct’, alright?” Aizawa comforted. It was as if he knew exactly what Toshi was thinking about. He nodded, twirling one of his forelocks on a finger.

He gently took it back in, trying his best to push out any expectations he had for himself.

Now, he just wanted to have fun.

He took his time exploring every inch of his partner, dragging his tongue from the base all the way up to his tip, taking a moment to swirl and suckle once he got there. Aizawa was absolutely eating it up, smirking down at him and placing his hand against his head to gently encourage him.

“God, just like that, baby... fuck,” he mumbled. His voice warbled under the intense pleasure. It really sank in at this point that this was really happening, and that he wasn’t just lazily jacking himself off in his car in an empty parking lot like he usually did.

Toshi squeezed his balls, gently, but confidently. He smiled to himself when Aizawa bucked and whimpered in response.

“I-I’m close, Toshi...ahh... you... might wanna...ng...” he moaned, being cut off by Toshi pulling away with a small pop.

He continued to jack him off, looking up at him as he did so.

“Perfect.... oh... so perfect for me...” he murmured as he came.

Toshi’s cock throbbed at that praise. He lived for it.

Fuck, it was just like he’d always imagined it.

Better, even.

Aizawa took a moment to recover from his orgasm, his eyelids closed peacefully. Toshi gently received a tissue, cleaning his lover off carefully.

"oh, you...you don't need to do that," Aizawa said breathily, sitting up. Toshi was silent as he proceeded. He didn't care about what he 'needed' to do for him. It was what he wanted to do for him.

Knowing this, Aizawa didn't protest. Instead, he kept this extra tiny favor in mind, piled up high along all the other countless acts of care that Toshi always left in his life. He was going to make it up to him, somehow.

And he just had an idea of how.

As Toshi gently laid next to Aizawa on the bed, running his hand over his clothed chest, Aizawa scooted off of the bed and positioned himself in between his boyfriend's legs.

"Your turn," he smirked, unbuckling his pants. Toshi blushed, looking away shyly.

Now, unlike Toshinori, this was far from Aizawa's first rodeo. He'd had a couple boyfriends, and he knew his way around a cock.

So he knew how to make him go absolutely wild. And he did.

He achingly teased Toshi's tip, rolling his tounge over it over and over, all while looking up at him cockily.

Toshi couldn't hold back his lewd sounds as much as he wanted to. He covered his mouth, trying to trap the whimpers eminating from his chest, but to no avail.

Aizawa was fully aware of the fact that Toshi was putty in his hands.

Just as he began to reach orgasm, Aizawa pulled away. He whined from the loss of stimulation. Luckily for him, Aizawa was far from finished with him. He rushed off to his side of the bed, grabbing a small bottle of lube that he'd often used for himself (and secretly hoped he'd be able to use on him), popping it open.

Toshi flinched as he felt Aizawa slathering the slick liquid onto his opening.

"is...is it gonna be...okay?" He asked, his voice pitched up a little from his usual tone.

"It'll be alright. I'll be gentle with you," Aizawa assured gently while tracing his finger around his rim.

This was yet another part of himself that Toshi never explored before. Frankly, he was always scared of it.

But being so gently eased into it by the person he loved most made things just a little less terrifying.

Aizawa gently pressed his index finger into his enterence, easing it in slowly while carefully gauging Toshinori's reactions.

What Toshi didn't know was how terrified Aizawa was of doing this, too. He'd be horrifically guilt ridden if he even slightly made his boyfriend uncomfortable, God forbid being in actual pain. He'd simply die then and there.

But, Toshi never saw that part of him. As far as he, or anyone else, knew, Aizawa was always as chill as ice in lemonade on a summer day.

Toshi was tense. He always was, but that tension simply wouldn't do for this.

"Relax," ordered Aizawa.

"Ah, sorry..."

"Don't be. I know you're nervous. You're doing great," he encouraged.

Toshinori’s heart fluttered at such gentle praise.

And just like that, Aizawa had a digit inside of him, gently pumping it in and out, caressing him from the inside out.

After a small while, a second finger made its way inside.

And a third.

By now, Toshi was trying his best not to come apart. He bashfully covered his mouth to stifle the embarrasing sounds, all while Aizawa longed for him to let it all out.

However, that isn’t to say that Aizawa didn’t find his boyfriend’s shyness absolutely adorable.

While he was doing his best to make his boyfriend into a little mess, he himself was absolutely falling apart at how hot this was. His cock was absolutely rock hard and neglected. That wouldn’t be for too long, though.

“Toshi, do you think you’re ready?” he rasped as he took his fingers out of him.

“I...I’m scared,” he whimpered weakly. Aizawa quickly took him into his arms.

“If you don’t want to do this with me, please know that you do not have to. I want you to feel good,” he whispered gently. Toshinori was absolutely taken aback by his overwhelmingly gentle touch and caring tone of voice that his boyfriend rarely allowed anyone else to see.

“I want to, it’s just...I mean, you know...”

“I understand. Do you want to continue?”

Toshi nodded, squeezing Aizawa’s arm.

Aizawa instructed Toshi on everything: how to lay properly to be most comfortable, how to breathe, and how to relax his muscles for easier entry. He gave him a pillow to rest his head on, and did everything humanly possible to ensure that he would be comfortable before beginning.

Finally, the time came. Aizawa throughly lubed himself up, positioning himself at Toshi’s enterence.

“Let me know if anything hurts, or if you want me to stop, okay?” he ordered, his palm resting on the small of his lover’s back. Toshi nodded. With that affirmation, he slowly began to ease himself inside. Toshi winced at the burning and ache that came with his first time, but he was okay. He sighed as Aizawa layed comforting kisses along his back and neck.

“You’re taking me so well,” the ravenette whimpered. He struggled to not completely let in on his urges: just to let go and fuck him like he’d always dreamed.

For now, he just...couldn’t. Really, fantasies were one thing. But in real life, where someone could actually get hurt, it’s not as appealing.

Aizawa would much rather have this slow, gentle penetration than the rough stuff he’d planned any day if it meant that Toshi would be more comfortable.

And God, he was more than comfortable.

Once Aizawa’s full length was inside of him, the tip of his cock hit the absolute perfect spot, sending waves of pleasure through his body, radiating to the tip of his own cock.

“C-can you...mmph, could you start to move a little?” he whimpered. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Aizawa asked one last time.

Toshi nodded.

Aizawa never realized how...stressful this would really be. He knew what to do, and he’d definately been in this position more than once before, but he was paralyzed with the fear that he’d somehow break this fragile human being that he loved so dearly.

But he also knew that if he did nothing, that’d break him as well, just in a different way.

So, slowly and rhythmically, he began to hesitantly pump himself in and out.

Toshi was instantly a mess. He did his very best to confine his moans and whimpers to a nearby pillow, but despite his efforts, Aizawa was well aware of how he was effecting him.

Slowly, he picked up the pace, encouraged by those sounds of helpless pleasure.

“Let me hear you, sunshine,” Aizawa groaned sweetly. Obidiently, his boyfriend abandoned the pillow, allowing his lover to hear all the sounds he was determined mere moments ago to hide.

As a reward, Aizawa stroked Toshi’s neglected cock while still keeping up the pace he’d set.

“Ahh! Sho...If...ugh...if you keep that up, I’m gonna...”

“I know, go ahead. Let me see it.”

He didn’t need his permission. Good thing, too, because with one final thrust, his already leaking cock throbbed as he released across the sheets.

Soon after, Aizawa did the same, all while inside his boyfriend. Toshinori reveled in the warmth that entered his belly from the inside out, and the gentle words of praise that surrounded him that poured so easily out of Aizawa’s lips.

He gently pulled out. Toshi sighed at the loss of him, but took this opportunity to relax into the bed and allow the soft sheets to cradle his tired body.

And he really was tired. Exhausted, even.

This was another reason Aizawa was so hesitant to do anything with Toshinori. He didn’t want to overexert him like this.

He was so tired, in fact, that he didn’t even notice when Aizawa left. He scarcely had a chance to before he returned with a bottle of water and a warm washcloth.

“Drink this while I clean you up, sunshine,” he instructed. Toshi nodded, his peacefully closed eyes fluttering open. He shuddered as the cloth made contact with his skin.

“I wasn’t too hard on you, right?” asked Aizawa softly.

“Of course not. I would’ve imagined harder from you, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“Is that so?” He teased, smacking his ass playfully with a small giggle.

“Maybe next time. Maybe. I don’t want to hurt you,” he added. His serious tone was back as he caressed the now pink handprint.

“I’ll be fine, Sho. You know I’ve been through worse.”

“I’m aware. I just don’t want you to have to compare what you’ve been through to what I’m going to put you through.”

Toshi laughed.

“You must be kinkier than I thought, if that’s the case.”

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