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harmfulb1tch · 3 days

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“I love you.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: a night of bad dreams leads the both of you into the each other’s arms for comfort.

warnings: smut, angst to the max, mentions of blood and guts.

“Baby, please, wake up! Y/n, y/n! Oh, God, please, God, no! Wake up! Wake up! Don’t you dare leave me!” He couldn’t move. He was sure he was paralyzed. Your eyes were closed. Were you dead? He couldn’t get up to see. Covered in blood and guts, he laid their, screaming for you, crying.

The bats would be back again soon. He’d have to play dead, but he wondered if he would be dead by the time they got back. He flexed out his fingers as hard as he could, trying to reach you. You had blood seeping from your head. “Y/n, please! Please wake up, baby! Oh, God, help! Help us, please!” He continued screaming. A scream you didn’t hear unless you were watching a scary movie, the blood curdling kind, until Steve, Nancy and Robin found you both.

Eddie was awake. Again. He wondered if you were, but your back was to him and your breathing seemed to be steady. You were asleep. Good. You needed it. His head was propped up with a pillow, his body halfway sitting up. The window was open, a steady draft of wind that was cool against his bare chest. The moon shone a precious gleam that made him look angelic, highlighting the muscles of his torso. The sheet laid rested on his legs, though lay tangled with yours.

Another round of nightmares and deep thoughts, another night of thinking he’d lost you. It had been almost two months, but it hadn’t seemed to have gotten any easier. Eddie thought you had died that night. He’d eventually passed out from the blood loss, and when he’d woken up in the hospital, you were his first thought. When he found out you were alive, critical, but alive, he’d sobbed, completely broke down and thanked God.

Nobody was there. No nurse, no doctor, no Eddie. You were screaming, hand on your stomach, twirling around the hospital floor at three in the morning, demanding to know where he was. Was he dead? Was he alive? You could barely remember what happened. The bats. Oh, god, the bats!

Wayne had found you first, and when you found out he was alive, critical, but alive, you fell to your knees and threw up. You had looked up, face covered in vomit and tears, and thanked God. The nurses had demanded you get back into bed, hooked you back up to your iv and oxygen. It was a miracle you were alive.

Your eyes were glued to the window, staring at the light of the moon, a pale, silvery color that reminded you of your mom’s set of pearls she’d given you. The wind was cold on your face, but it soothed the burn in your chest. Another night, another nightmare. The burn of the memory that you couldn’t forget. You wondered if you ever would. You could tell Eddie was asleep. His breathing was even.

Your relationship had taken it’s toll that night, but it brought you closer together. He thought you’d died. You thought he had died. It created something so grave, so treacherous inside you that only the other could understand.

A tear slipped down your face. You needed to see him. With a shuffle of the blanket, you rolled over and turned your neck to look at him, only to find he was already looking at you with his own teary eyes. He knew what you were thinking. You knew what he was thinking.

You both stared at each other before you climbed over his lap slowly, caressing his face as you did so. You kissed him deeply, your hair falling over his own curls. Your tears blended with his, your bodies hoping to feel anything but pain for one night.

He took off your shirt, leaving you naked before him, and took your nipple in his mouth. He took his time, caressing each and every part of your chest. You sighed in content, thinking. God, where would you be now if you had lost him? You couldn’t bare the thought. He moved up to your neck, his hand cupping the heat of your sex, finding you wet and ready, aching for him to take you.

You pulled at his hair and brought his mouth back up to yours, kissing him desperately and needfully, pouring all your thoughts and feelings into him. He did the same to you, gripping and pulling at you. It was passionate, full of love and sorrow.

He pulled out his cock beneath you, hard and ready and slipped it inside your cunt with ease. You both kept your eyes locked together as you slowly slide up and down his length. He held your hips, guiding you. You couldn’t help it, but you let out another tear, a fat one that rolled down your face so quick he almost missed it.

“I love you.” You cried, rocking yourself against him, the friction building a satisfying pull in your abdomen.

He caught your cry with his mouth, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you flush together, helping you move quicker, faster. He kissed back the words I love you.

The pressure built up in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter, his cock full and prominent up inside of you. He groaned underneath you, pressing his face to bury himself between your breasts. “I love you.” He husked, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. “God, I- love you.”

You were gushing all over his cock within seconds, and he was following quickly after you as he came undone. You collapsed and laid atop of him, feeling blissful, free of thought and torment. He was still inside you, wrapping an arm around your back, he kissed your forehead until you eventually fell back asleep. “I love you.”

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harmfulb1tch · 3 days

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Alastor x Sensitive! Horned! Reader Pt. 2

Part 1 - here

Fem Reader, slight NSFW - enjoy! ^-^

As you walk back to your room in the dimly lit corridors of the hotel, the haunting echo of Alastor's words reverberates through your mind, leaving an indelible mark. "I do believe we shall have to explore this further," he had said, his voice dripping with intrigue and a hint of something darker.

Lost in thought, you barely register your surroundings until it's too late. Without warning, shadows coil around you, ensnaring you in their grasp and propelling you forward with an unnatural force. Panic surges through you as the tendrils guide you into your room, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind you with a resounding thud.

Heart pounding, you find yourself face to face with the figure who had sparked this whirlwind of uncertainty within you. Alastor stands before you, his presence commanding yet tinged with an unsettling allure. His crimson eyes gleam with amusement as he regards you, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his lips.

"Why, hello again, my sweet doe~," he purrs, his voice a velvet melody laced with mischief and a hint of danger. Each syllable drips with an otherworldly charm, sending shivers down your spine as you struggle to find your voice amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within you.

"What... what do you want from me?" you manage to stammer, your voice betraying a mixture of fear and curiosity. Every fiber of your being is on edge, poised on the precipice of the unknown as you await his response.

As you stand there, caught in the web of Alastor's mesmerizing presence, his words slice through the air like a knife, piercing the fragile veil of your composure.

"I do believe I said that we would have to explore this further! Or have you already forgotten~?" His voice rings out with a tantalizing blend of amusement and anticipation, each syllable laced with a subtle hint of coercion that sends a shiver down your spine.

Before you can even begin to formulate a response, his hand snakes upward, his fingers wrapping around one of your horns with a tantalizingly gentle touch. A gasp escapes your lips as he begins to caress it, his touch sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. A soft, involuntary moan escapes your lips, the sound like sweet music to Alastor's ears, only encouraging him to continue his teasing ministrations.

"My my, so sensitive and I've barely even touched you!" Alastor's voice dances with amusement, his words a playful taunt that sends a jolt of heat coursing through your veins. Despite your efforts to maintain a semblance of composure, another involuntary moan escapes your lips, betraying the effect his mere presence has on you.

Desperate to regain control of your senses, you attempt to avert your gaze, seeking refuge in the familiar surroundings of your room. However, before you can fully retreat into yourself, Alastor's hand shoots out, seizing your face with a firm grip and forcing you to meet his gaze once more.

"Don't look away from me or I may have to punish you, (Y/n)," he murmurs, his tone laced with a dangerous edge that sends a shiver down your spine. His words hang in the air like a veiled threat, a stark reminder of the power he holds over you in this moment of vulnerability. "Unless, you want me to anyway, naughty girl".

"W-what!? N-n-no! I-" You stutter in protest, your words faltering under the weight of Alastor's presence, but before you can articulate any coherent response, a ripple of laughter escapes him, cutting through your feeble attempts at resistance.

Alastor's amusement only fuels his resolve as he effortlessly pulls you away from the door you had instinctively pressed yourself against. With a swift motion, he spins you around and pushes you onto the soft expanse of your bed, his movements fluid and commanding.

Before you can react, Alastor swiftly crawls on top of you, pinning you beneath his weight with an effortless grace that leaves you feeling utterly powerless. Panic surges through you as you realize the futility of struggling against him, your limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive as you succumb to the intoxicating allure of his presence.

Just as you were about to protest again, Alastor silences you with a sudden, fervent kiss that catches you off guard. Your breath catches in your throat as his lips meet yours with a searing intensity, sending sparks flying through every fiber of your being.

Shocked by the unexpectedness of his actions, you part your lips slightly, unwittingly granting him access that he eagerly seizes upon. With a predatory grace, Alastor slips his tongue into your mouth, the intrusion sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. He explores every corner of your mouth with deliberate precision, savoring the taste of your essence as if committing it to memory.

As Alastor breaks the kiss, a trail of fire lingers on your lips, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. His attention shifts, and he positions himself above you, his gaze fixed on your horns with an unmistakable hunger.

With a delicate touch, he traces his fingers along the curve of one of your horns, eliciting a shiver of anticipation that courses through your entire body. Then, without warning, his tongue darts out, gliding along the length of the horn in a slow, tantalizing motion.

A gasp escapes your lips as a wave of pleasure washes over you, the sensation of his tongue against your sensitive horn sending sparks of ecstasy dancing along your nerve endings. Another moan spills from your lips, unbidden and unrestrained, as Alastor savors the sounds you make with undisguised delight.

"Such delicious noises you make, love," he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. "I can't wait to hear what other sounds you can make for me." His words hang in the air, a promise of untold pleasures yet to come as you find yourself ensnared in the web of his dark desires.

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harmfulb1tch · 5 days

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Eddie Munson Headcanons

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Headcanons

You and Eddie meet because Dustin asks you to sub for Lucas for their DnD meeting.

Your first official meeting with Eddie isn't that great. He's apprehensive of letting you play with them because he thinks you're not well versed on how DnD works. But you surprise him with how well you can play, and he asks you to join the Hellfire club.

You don't attend every single meeting. Unlike Dustin and Mike, you actually have a life outside of DnD. Surprisingly, Eddie's fine with you missing these meetings, which surprises everyone else since he refuses to be this lenient with them.

But the others aren't you. They don't have your soft smile, the mischievous glint in your eyes, the lilting tone in your voice that you often use to tease him. It's safe to say, he's incredibly obsessed with you.

He asks about you often when you're not around. What does she like? What kinda music is she into? What do you think her thoughts are on people who play guitars? Does she ever mention me? What's going on with her and Harrington? Dustin finds it only mildly nauseating.

The both of you rarely get to hang out alone so he's always devising different ways he can get alone time with you. He'll tell you the wrong time and arrive early so he can get 10 minutes with you. Or he'll linger in the back and ask you to clean up with him after a DnD meeting.

He's incredibly soft around you, borderline shy. Sometimes, he even stumbles over his words. I heard you and Harrington are pretty close. I mean, Dustin mentioned it in passing. We talk about you a lot-I mean he! He talks about you a lot. He thinks really highly of you, it's actually kinda annoying how obsessed he is. Not that you're annoying! It's just, I mean, I've never seen someone, like, that close with their older sister before. So...you and Harrington?

He finds every excuse he can to touch you. His hands linger a second too long when he's passing you something. He always puts his hand on your back when you're walking, gently guiding you. He'll pretend there's something in your hair so he can touch it.

Yeah, he's pretty smitten with you.

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harmfulb1tch · 12 days

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This is a late night Hazbin Hotel thought. What if now in the show Alastor’s story gets changed. What if we all know him to be this New Orleans serial killer when in reality he was just the sweetest. Imagine he killed someone without truly meaning to and panicked, so he went to bury them in the woods. Then, in an unlucky moment he gets shot by a hunter and ends up in hell. After that, the guilt drives him crazy and that is when he starts eating human flesh, killing demons and overlords, playing the role of the horrible serial killer that everyone thought he was. I know this is probably not canon but just imagine.

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harmfulb1tch · 18 days

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Hello, :) I hope ur well. Can I pls request a comfort fic with Saeyoung and a depressed f!reader? Let's say reader is not the type to cry at all, like he has never seen her cry because she keeps it all bottled up even though she's in a lot of pain. I hope that's ok. Thank u ^^

Don’t cry, I’m here. — Saeyoung x fem! reader

Of course! And I’m doing well besides the 3 hours of sleep I’ve gotten, thanks. I hope you are too. I was confused about the gender of the reader, so I was rereading that a few times cause I was like. What? But when I read it the fourth time I was like OH they meant female reader. I thought that was funny I’m a little dumb, but anyways! Also yeah no that’s fine, I hope you enjoy it!

This is very much proofread.

I didn’t want to specify the reader’s issues cause of depression cause I don’t want to be like “oh the reader is upset cause of this” and then for you to have meant a different thing, so I tried to write it so that the reader’s reason for breaking down so suddenly wouldn’t be.. specific.

Warnings : Not much, reader’s reason for breaking down is not specific, reader is suggested to be female, a bit of comfort.

Saeyoung was sure he had you figured out. From small details about you in person, to large pieces of information of you online. He memorized every freckle and mole on your body, every password to all of your accounts.

So that’s why it surprised him when he saw you—his beautiful girlfriend—crying.

How did it get to this point? Well to him there was only one conclusion.

You were bottling it all up. How could he not notice?

It should’ve been obvious enough whenever you said you didn’t want to eat cause you lost your appetite, or when you seemed a tad more exhausted than usual, or even just when you started to space out whenever he was talking.

All the signs were there, right in front of him too.

So why didn’t he catch on?

Why didn’t he catch the way your eyes seemed to be unusually dull? Why didn’t he see the way you seemed to not want to get out of bed, refusing and blaming it on your fatigue? Why did he let it go far, why was he so blind to see you were in pain?

He of all people understands what that type of pain feels like, what it’s like to mask it and bottle it up, so why didn’t he know you were feeling this way?

So it was no surprise how speechless he was when he got home to see you crying on the bathroom floor.

He stayed shocked, standing in the doorway seeing you crying your heart out. Saeyoung didn’t stay frozen in dismay, rushing to your side.

“Hey, honey, no-no don’t cry what’s wrong?” He panicked, he wasn’t sure what to do.

“‘ts just too much to handle Saeyoung..” you cried, clinging onto him for the sake of your sanity.

“I don’t know what to do.. I thought my problems are my problems and they should stay my problems—“ you hiccuped “—so I wouldn’t have to bother you or anyone else about it, but it’s just too much pressure—I’m so sorry.”

“I didn’t want to be burden on any of you.”

Saeyoung felt his heart shatter when he heard how pained your voice sounded, holding you close as he hushed you “Hey, don’t apologize. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” was what he asked, but really he was thinking why didn’t he see it sooner?

Usually he’d know what to do, how to comfort you. But he’s never seen you like this before. Hell, he has never seen you cry before. So he’s so thrown off on what to do.

“You were always—“ you tried to talk, but your words only came out in choked out sobs so Saeyoung interrupted you.

“Shh.. shh it’s okay my love. I’m just..” he paused, unsure what the right words to say were “I’m here now, tell me what’s wrong?”

And so you spilled. All your troubles and worries, every single doubt and problem you’ve been experiencing. And he sat there, holding you close to him as if you would slip through his hands like sand—and listened to every word you had to say.

After you had finished, your rambling now incoherent due to your sobs, he gently rubbed soothing circles onto your back. “It’s okay. I’m here now. You’re okay.” He cooed, hoping that would help in comforting you.

But you weren’t calming down, and he wasn’t sure what to do. He was thinking of texting, or maybe even calling another RFA member in hopes they would know, but he somehow already knew they’d be as clueless as he was now. So all he could do was try to calm you down.

“Hey,” Saeyoung whispered, pulling you back up by your shoulders, your teary eyes staring right back into his golden ones “can you breathe with me?”

Yeah, he thought. That should be the first step in calming her down, right?

“O.. Okay.” You hiccuped.

“Good, okay. Breathe in,” he inhaled, waiting for you to inhale with him as well, and after a few moments he exhaled “breathe out.”

It took a while, but eventually you weren’t crying as bad anymore.

“Okay,” Saeyoung mumbled “okay.”

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice was soft, and low—in almost a whisper-like way. Which heavily contrasted his usually ‘happy-go-lucky’ nature.

“I think so.” Was all you managed to croak out in response, hiccuping a bit. But at least you weren’t sobbing to the point of being unresponsive.

He was still very much confused. You always seemed so cheerful, laughing at his jokes, teasing Yoosung with him. You never cried, or if you did, never in front of him.

Saeyoung wants to take care of you, the way you did with him when he tried to push you away.

“Do you..” he paused, propping himself up so now he was leaning against the wall “..do you need anything? Water? A snack?”

“Can you just stay here with me?” You asked, your eyes fluttering closed, a bit worn out from crying so much “Just for a bit.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding “yeah I can do that.”

And at least, you thought, you at least had some form of peace in his arms. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, and for the first time you didn’t feel alone, no longer wallowing in the depths of your depression. Cause now, now you had Saeyoung.

And he was going to make sure you, his precious girlfriend, would never feel like this ever again. Or at least be there for you whenever you fell into that deep rabbit hole again.

But one thing was for sure, he would make sure you never have to face this type of issue on you own.

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Bonus!!

“Saeyoung..” you whispered, still curled up in a fetal position as he wrapped himself around you.

“Yeah?” He hummed in reply, tugging you closer to him, as if to remind you that he’s still there.

“Thank you.” you chuckled, your voice was quiet, but he still managed to hear you.

Saeyoung was about to speak again, when he heard you talk “You shouldn’t have seen me like that. But still, thank you for staying with me.”

He was a bit surprised. What did you mean he shouldn’t have seen you like that?

“It’s nothing.” Was all he murmured, snuggling his face deeper into the crevice of your neck.

“You sure you don’t have anything else to do?” You asked, then adding “No work to be done? I don’t want you getting in trouble just because I’m .. like this.”

Saeyoung chuckled, making a faint ‘pssh’ sound “I’m sure I can take a break from the computer if it means making sure your okay.”

All you did was hum in reply, nodding in confirmation.

“Hey (Y/N)?” He called, propping himself up on his elbows, looking over to see your face.

“Yeah?” You replied, eyes flickering to meet his.

“You know I love you, right?” He murmured in more of a question, but you knew he only meant to assure you.

“Yeah, I know.” you nodded turning around to be face to face with him.

“I love you too.”

(A/N) : This is about maybe 900 words? Maybe a bit more than that. I was pretty reluctant on posting this, not cause of anything with the request but the way I had written it was kinda ehhh to me. Y’know? I’m not good with comfort but this was fun to try! I really hope you liked it, if you didn’t please do not hesitate to lmk so I can fix anything and everything for you, but I hope you’re well too! And I’m also sorry for not publishing this sooner, as I said before I’m a bit insecure of my writing hesitant to post this. But I’m going to, just cause I want to see if there’s anything I can fix. I’m always open to criticism! That being said, thank you for reading this, and again—if you see that anything need fixing or something is not to your liking lmk!!

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harmfulb1tch · 22 days

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Ramen — 707 × Reader

Note: Just a little drabble to ease the ABSOLUTE HEARTBREAK I EXPERIENCED IN HIS ROUTE.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I woke up to the same sight before my eyes before I closed them. Tiredly, I shifted my gaze to the clock. 3:12 am.

"Did you eat dinner?" I asked quietly while sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

1 second.

3 seconds.

5 seconds.

"No." Seven replied curtly while continuing to tap away on his keyboard. Cold as ever.

I sighed before walking towards the kitchen without saying another word. As I switched on the lights, I couldn't help but feel that the kitchen remained sadly dim despite the light on the ceiling. I scrolled through my phone, messages from the chatroom immediately coming to my attention. I sighed as i closed my phone.

"Let's see..aha! Perfect!" I grabbed the pack of instant ramen and turned on the stove. I quickly grabbed a few eggs before stopping abruptly to glance at the pile of empty Honey Buddha Chips on the trash. "What am I gonna do with you.." I sighed before smiling.

"Eat up. It tastes best when its cold." I said quietly as I placed the hot bowl of ramen on his table and sitting back down on the couch not far away from him to talk to yoosung and the others.

The continuous rhythm of tapping on keyboards continue. I don't dare look up. Scared to find that Seven won't really eat it as usual. I tried to keep a neutral expression on my face as I felt my chest swell in pain remembering the bright moments me and Seven spent on the chatrooms that was now shadowed by the cold atmosphere as he stared at his computer.

Tap. I heard the tapping stop with a sigh as I abruptly looked up over to him. Hope filled my heart at the sight before feeling it crack as I watched him bring the plate to the kitchen and heard a series of clanks.

Is he throwing it away..?

Rage filled my senses as I stood up feeling fed up before halting in my tracks.

"You didn't eat dinner either." was all he said as he faced me with now two bowls of the ramen I cooked.

I stood there shocked, unsure of how to react. I watched as a hesitant smirk spread across his features.

"I guess the God 707 Defender of Justice does need his meals too."

And just like that, in a room where not even a single bulb was on, it suddenly shined brighter.

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harmfulb1tch · 22 days

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The way you look like marshmallow | Saeyoung Choi x Reader

When you found your precious Saeyoung crying all by himself in the kitchen, you didn't expect the candy allegories.

Set after SE, established relationship. Reposted from my main blog! I love this man too much for my own good, I want to kiss him and tell him everything's gonna be fine. Hurt/comfort

Support your local fic authors, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

It was midnight when you woke up, drenched in sweat, your heart pounding and reverberation like a buzz in your ears.

“Saeyoung?” you asked, to no one in particular but expecting an answer from him, or at least a bunch of vibrant red hair nuzzling against your neck or your cheek.

When you didn't even hear a grumble, you knew something wasn't quite right.

The covers of the bed flew across the mattress, and soon you confirmed your suspicions about Saeyoung not being in bed, resting right beside you.

A glance at the digital clock. It read 2:37 AM, and it was late. Not as late as when he still worked for those questionable agencies in hacking, but it was late for the new schedule you decided to adopt once his twin brother, Saeran, went to live with you two.

You didn't even care for the sound the heels of your feet made on the floor. After all, Saeyoung was probably awake and Saeran has knocked out through the night thanks to his tea and the additional earplugs he wore, so it wasn't as if someone would be bothered by the noise.

You found it weird that the cats weren't following right behind you. Not that almost blob of black named Andromeda, not the silk touch of Pluto the Hairless rubbing against your legs, nor the soft pit pat pit pat of Saturn's paws on the floor.

The new house Saeyoung purchased was in a residential zone of a town near Seoul, the sounds of the city a faraway memory now engulfed by the chirping of birds and the sporadic sound of a car in the neighboring street.

On nights, however, the place was completely silent. Only crickets sounding in the distance, and the occasional sounds of cicadas in summer, were the only things that broke the monotony of silence.

Which was the reason why you could very clearly hear sniffing in the living room.

Opening the door in fear you might startle him, the first thing that your eyes landed on was Saeyoung, sitting on the couch. His shoulders showed clear signs that he was crying, if the sniffing wasn't at least a clue.

Your three cats were nearby him, and in between the sobs, you could hear the purring coming from Andromeda, Pluto, and Saturn, splayed on his right leg, shoulder, and head.

You were fast to go to him the moment you saw his red nose when he finally faced you.

“Sae?” you whispered, cradling his face between your hands and tilting his head so you could see him.

His nose was red, his eyes puffy and there were trails of tears on his cheeks. He looked beautiful, he was beautiful, but your heart broke from the fact that his beautiful face was contorted in sadness.

“Hmm?” he answered, voice merely a broken whisper.

“What 's wrong?”

Not what are you doing here, or even what are you doing awake? You were way past all those sentences and you knew he went to sit on the couch to not wake you up. So you wouldn't know he was crying.

“I wasn't feeling well.” He sounded defeated, and you were almost tempted to guess he and his brother had an argument.

“You want to tell me why?” you asked, not trying to interrogate him as if you were to make him spit out all of his thoughts. But you wanted to coax him, to slowly make him enter a state where he felt safe and cared for, judgment-free.

“I wasn't feeling well and… I decided to go and raid the fridge. Food is good for the stomach and good for the heart, right? But then… I realized this candy and I have so much more in common!”

He handed you one of those weird candies he ordered online. This one was something covered in chocolate, with gummies that you assumed were eyes and a mouth, albeit crooked on its face. The chocolate was cracked, and you saw a glimpse of white underneath that you assumed was marshmallows.

“I feel so much like this candy right now. Look at the wrapper," he says, giving you a piece of the metallic envelope with a clown printed on it. “Outside you see a clown, happy and without troubles! That's me, trying to stay positive and be happy. But then, when you finally take off the wrapping… It's me, you see this ugly face? That's me, everything is displaced and it places it where it shouldn't.”

His sing-sangy voice didn't help your worry much, if anything your concern only grew.

“Why is it so bad if you look like this?” You say, lifting the candy to get your point across.

“Funny faces are interesting for some time. But then! When many funny faces with misplaced gummies start appearing too much, people get tired of them. What if I'm just like this marshmallow and once people take off the envelope, they don't want me anymore? If I don't look like this all the time,” he continues, his hand softly grabbing the wrist of the hand holding the wrapper, “I'm gonna end up all alone.”

You understood a little of what he was trying to say.

I look like this all the time, are people going to love me? Are my friends going to love me? But then they will discover the fragile gummies in me, and not want me anymore. They're gonna hate me. What if the moment I don't look like this happy clown in the wrapper, everyone is going to abandon me for a better-looking candy? A candy that's not… Broken like this one? Like I'm broken?

Funny faces only are entertaining for so long. Happy faces are only interesting for so long.

“You're not looking deep enough,” you say. “This is made of marshmallow. Do you like marshmallows?”

Before a sob breaks through him, you nod.

“Not everyone's going to like marshmallows. And that's fine. Not everyone has to like them. But also there are people who love you not because of the envelope, or the gummies, or the chocolate. They love you because you're a marshmallow and they like marshmallows. And if you want to leave the site you're in? That's fine. You can go and try other candy shops and search for people that can understand the marshmallow inside you, you know?”

Through the tears, Saeyoung nodded and offered you a weak smile.

“I love you because you're a marshmallow, but also because you're gummies and chocolate. I love you.”

You left the candy on the coffee table before holding his face between your hands once again.

“Come on, let's go to bed.”

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harmfulb1tch · 24 days

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Hi!

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harmfulb1tch · 1 month

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NSFW alphabet (Q x reader)

DISCLAIMER: I might get shit on for this, but I headcanon Q to be bisexual. Some people say he’s gay because in the movie he was going to have a man over, but I think he is bi! This is my opinion, if you don’t think so that’s fine! I tried to keep this as gender neutral ad possible so anyone can read it!

WARNINGS: 18+ mdni, just full smut and some fluff

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I think Q would be very sweet after sex. He’ll run a bath and he will help you wash yourself. Q will get inside the bathtub if you ask him to, and if you do, he will hug you close from behind, placing kisses on your hair.

After, he will carry you to bed with a warm smile on his face and gently lower you onto the mattress. He will definitely cuddle you against his chest after, once you both have changed into your pijamas.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think his favorite body part of himself is his hands. It’s a very common take but listen. His hands are basically one of the most important tools for his job. He creates all sorts of gadgets and weapons with them. He also codes and hacks with his hands. So you know he’s good with them. He can move those fingers very fast ;)

On you, he likes your waist. He thinks it’s very cute, specially if you wear shirts that show it off. He likes hugging you waist a lot. Standing up, while you sleep or even when he gets jealous in public. I think he would also love tickling your waist a lot when you’re both in a playful mood.

If you are a person with breasts, he also likes you boobs a lot, he loves how soft they are. He’s obsessed with seeing them bounce when you run, when you have sex…etc.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think he doesn’t like to make a mess in general. So cumming all over you is off the table. He doesn’t seem like a guy that has a breading kink either. I think he would like to cum on your mouth if you’re giving him a blow job but that’s pretty much it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

So, we can all agree Q is a HUGE geek. I’m 100% sure he wants to see you in the Leia metal bikini she wears in Return of the Jedi. I’m 100% sure. I think he won’t tell you about it because he’s embarrassed, but it’s his fantasy. I think for his birthday you would buy it and surprise him laying on the bed with the chain dangling from your neck and swinging it on your hand (I might write this in a one shot hehe)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think he barely has any experience. I don’t think he’s a virgin, but you would totally have to guide him through it. He will listen to you and what you like. But he’s a smart guy and a fast learner. He will be making you cum like crazy in no time. He knows what he’s doing and I’m sure he would google search new things he can do to you to keep it interesting.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes missionary. A bit vanilla but he likes looking at your face, kissing your lips and your neck while you two have sex. Because of this, he also likes you to ride him, especially because he can have a nice look at how your tits bounce (if you have them) in his face. He’s obsessed. I’m sure he also likes sucking on your nipples a lot.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Like always, Q takes this very seriously. I don’t think he’ll joke around or be humorous. He’ll have a serious face, like usual, just contorted with pleasure. He wouldn’t make fun of you, of course. And please don’t try to joke around either while you’re doing it, because he’s very vulnerable in the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Q is a very organized man and a control freak. He’s very well groomed with barely any hair down there. He likes to be well kept. If he doesn’t shave, he feels like he’s not “organized” and feels very uncomfortable. He has very dark hair so yeah, the carpet matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is very intimate during sex. It’s not often he takes out his frustrations on you . He always tries to be romantic and puts your pleasure before his (he also gets a kick out of giving you pleasure, especially giving you oral). Much to your own dismay if you like pleasuring your partner, he will always want to pleasure you. He tries to be very romantic and place candles around the room.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t have time to jerk off. He’s always very busy and when he wants some release, he just goes to you. Before you two were together he obviously jacked off, but again, he’s always too busy and only did it when necessary.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I’m sure he’s into soft bdsm. He would never insult you or hurt you (even if you like it). But I’m 100% sure there’s a freak inside of that cute and shy nerd. He would want to restrain your hands with handcuffs or his tie. He would also love to use blindfolds. All for your pleasure, but so you can’t restrain him from giving you all the pleasure he wants. I’m sure he also likes to run an ice cube all over your body and nipples.

I’m sure he also likes roleplay. Like, you can’t tell me that guy isn’t into Star Wars, Lord of the rings, d&d… etc. He would defined want to see you wearing an elf outfit. Again, Leia’s metal bikini. Bonus points if you are a book person and you like to read fantasy smut like ACOTAR. He would love to be a thinner and lankier version of Rhysand (or your favorite character, he doesn’t care as long as you wear the pointy ears too).

ALSO! On the subject of roleplay. Obviously he works in the espionage industry. He would love to roleplay the hot, seductive, secret agent role (so yeah, basically the James Bond role). He will tell you to wear your most beautiful clothes and he will wear his nicest black suit. He will also want you two to meet at a nice ass hotel bar, the nicest in London. He would then take you to a room in the hotel he has booked. You know the drill.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Apart from the bedroom, he would love to fuck you in the kitchen counter. Maybe he was cooking and you approached him from behind. And well, the rest was history.

He would also LOVE to fuck you in his lab/ workshop. Again, in the table of the counter. Obviously when no one was around.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything about you turns him on. When you run and your boobs bounce, or when you bend down to pick up something any of you dropped…etc. you get the drill. If you’re a 00 agent he would be so turned on when you are on a mission. He would be scared shitless but also, how hot is his s/o when they are shooting people and kicking ass? The clothes you wear in missions to seduce the enemy into telling you anything or for a party you have to investigate. He’d be like this: 🤤.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never hurt you. Like, no. Even if you like it, or you ask him to, he would never do anything that would give you pain. No spanking, and certainly no whipping, slapping, kifeplay. NO.

He would also never degrade you. He would be so uncomfortable insulting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh he loves giving it. He just wants to run his tongue all over you basically. He’s really good at it too. I think it’s because he’s very observant and a good listener. He will always make you cum on his tongue first before he actually fucks you. He isn’t opposed to receiving it, maybe while he’s working and with you under his desk.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends really. He is normally slow and sensual. He likes taking his time with you and focusing on every aspect of your body. But, even if he didn’t actually take his frustrations out on you, days that are more stressful or days that his job didn’t go as planned, he will go faster and rougher. Also, when you have went on a mission and haven’t seen him in a while, he will be a bit rougher.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to have proper sex in the bedroom, but he isn’t opposed to quickies. He likes to have them when he’s at work and you come visit him in his workshop. He wouldn’t want to have quickies when you’re in a rush, like before going on a dinner date. He would like to have quickies when there is a risk of someone catching you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Talking about risks, he likes taking risks in the sense that you two are having sex and you could be caught in the act. He doesn’t want to actually be caught, but he likes to have sex in his lab soooo, the risk is always imminent. I don’t think he takes many more risks other than that, he isn’t one to experiment except if you really want to try something and it doesn’t mean he has to hurt you for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I don’t think has much stamina to be honest. He will make you cum several times if you let him, but he can only last one or two times. After that, he’s OUT.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys, but if you do he wouldn’t mind using them on you. I don’t think he would like to use toys on himself tbh. Although, I have this idea that he would LOVE to make a gadget to use on you. Obviously, nothing that would hurt you. Maybe it’s like a vibrator idk.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think he likes to tease a little. Not in public or anything, just maybe nipping at your thighs before giving you oral, or ghosting his lips over yours, not quite kissing you. He wouldn’t try anything in public with people around

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I think he’s not super loud. He seems like the guy that would wine and moan very quietly. Maybe small groans but that’s pretty much it. He seems a tad bit embarrassed by making sounds. But don’t get me wrong, he would LOVE when you make sounds. It’s like music to his ears.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He gets a little jealous when you get paired up for missions with “hot” agents like Bond. Especially when you have to pretend you two are dating, fucking or are married. It’s not a possessive kind of jealousy, it’s more of an insecure type. He gets very insecure because he’s not a strong, handsome agent like Bond. This always leads you to reassure him that he’s the sweetest man, the most intelligent and the hottest (he doesn’t believe you) man you’ve ever met. You two always have very passionate and loving sex afterwards. It’s very intimate too.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ok so we all know how tall and lanky Q is. The man is not muscly, but he is very hot without clothes on. Regarding his penis, I think it’s longer than average but there isn’t much girth, which is fine. It curves up slightly. Other than that, I think his dick would just be very pretty (you don’t even know how that’s possible) he doesn’t have many SUPER prominent veins, but the most prominent one comes up all across the shaft to the tip on the right side.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He doesn’t have the highest sex drive. He’s not one to be constantly horny. He barely gets horny out of no where.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think he would fall asleep quite fast after. After all the aftercare, he just gets consumed by the comfort of you cuddling him and he falls asleep. He can’t avoid it.

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harmfulb1tch · 1 month

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Q x reader fanfics barely get any likes, but you know what? I don’t even care anymore. That man deserves fanfics like crazy, he’s so underrated 😌 I have an nsfw alphabet coming up for Q soon!

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harmfulb1tch · 1 month

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007 Q x Reader Smut

So this apparently has been sitting in my notes completed since April and I had forgotten all about it…was gonna make a separate side blog for 007 stuff but I’m too lazy so it’s just gonna live here, enjoy it.

“God, I miss sex.”

Q’s eyes slide over to where you sit, mouth going dry in response to your blunt confession. Your arms dangle down to the floor as you slump in the chair, feet propped up on the desk. Soot marks aside, you look positively wrecked. Q sighs before making his way over to place his hands on the back of your chair, pulling it backwards so that your feet no longer perch upon the polished desktop. You blink in surprise as he then pushes the chair forward, wheeling you across the room.

“Come along, Agent.”

You are so dead ass tired, you don’t have the energy to complain nor ask where you’re going. Q pushes you into a room that reminds you very much of a doctors office. When Q pulls you up from the chair and hoists you up onto the bed, you can’t help the surprised squeak that leaves your mouth. The amount of strength hidden within that slender body threw you off guard. Looks can be deceiving indeed…

You watch Q as he rifles through the medicine cabinet for supplies.

“You’re not going to inject me with smart blood, are you?”

“No. You didn’t blow up Mexico City, so there’s no need for that yet.”

“Yet?”

Q doesn’t respond as he sets his loot on the bed beside you before heading over to the basin for a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth. His nimble fingers slip the shoes from your feet and you sigh with relief as they clatter to the floor.

“Could we forgo the honeypot heels next time? They make it so uncomfortable to get away.”

“Noted,” Q replies in his usual soft spoken tone, “M insisted that you dressed for the part, however. The target was pegged as a legs man and the heels accentuated your calves rather nicely.”

“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow at the unexpected compliment and don’t bother hiding your grin.

Q’s eyes don’t waver as they hold your gaze, but you can’t help feeling a little smug at the sight of his pink tinged cheeks.

“Thank you~” your teasing voice matches your grin.

Q clears his throat as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Yes, well…I’m not blind. Anyway, let’s get these stockings off. May I?”

“Please.”

You feel a thrill of exhilaration as you watch Q glide his fingertips up your legs, your nerves zinging under his touch. He pauses at the hemline of your pencil skirt. Some of the buttons had gone missing, making the side split more revealing. Q could see where the garter clip had come to rest just an inch below your mid thigh. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. Q unclips the garter strap with a deft flick of his fingers. Your gaze continuously travels between Q’s hands and his face. He seems to be determined not to look at you, blue eyes trained on your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat as Q slips his hand under your skirt to unclip the other garter strap. Out of all the times Q has touched you, this was the most intimate, bar none. The sexual tension in the room was practically electric.

His hands curve around your thighs, coming to rest on the outer sides. You continue to watch his face as you part your legs a little wider; knees bent as your stocking covered calves brush against his trousers, lifting your legs so he can unclip the garters at the back. Q now meets your gaze with a calm face, his blushing cheeks being the only giveaway. His eyes don’t falter as he slides his hands to the back of your thighs. Q keeps his movements slow and deliberate. You can’t help feeling impressed by his lack of fumbling as he unclips your back garter straps with the same amount of ease as the front. With a smirk, you curl and run your toes up and down his trousered leg. Q groans as he rests his forehead on top of yours.

“Agent.”

“Quartermaster.”

“Behave.” there is an edge in Q’s usual soft-spoken tone as his grip flexes on the back of your knees.

“But I don’t want to.”

The tone of your voice is innocent. The way the tip of your tongue flicks across his parted lips is not. Q lets out another groan, his nose grazing yours.

“009, we are at work.”

“I doubt you really care.” you retort with a grin.

Q swallows heavily before chiding you once more. “True as that may be, now is certainly not the time.”

It takes Q all the discipline he can muster to step back from you and pull up a stool to sit on. He lifts your foot onto his lap, peeling the stocking off your leg with care before doing the same with the other. You watch as he dips the cloth into the bowl, squeezing out the excess water. As Q presses the cloth on your sore and blistered skin you let out a sigh of content, dropping your head back to the wall as you lean against it.

“Feel good?”

“Very.”

You continue to watch Q clean and dry your feet. When he starts to massage the cooling lotion into your feet, you question whether or not you have actually died and gone to heaven. There’s no stopping the soft smile that finds its way to your face as you watch Q bandage your feet with precision.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you, Nurse Q.”

“You’re very welcome.”

Q makes his way over to the sink to wash his hands and grab a new washcloth. Your eyelids flutter shut as Q pressed the damp cloth across your face, clearing away the dirt streaks. There are no cuts on your face. However he does note the sight of one or two scrapes on your arms and legs, all artificial wounds thankfully. Nothing too serious. When he made a note of this out loud you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“You could kiss it better.”

“I thought I told you to behave.”

“You did.”

Q fixes you with a look of exasperation

“Come on, humour me~” you coax as he sighs.

Q relents, lifting your hand to his lips so he can press a kiss to your scraped knuckles. You hold his gaze as he releases your hand, eyes flickering down to his kissable lips.

“You missed.”

“Did I?”

Your breath hitches in your throat as Q leans in. His nose rubs against your neck before he leaves a slow, soft kiss at the pulse point Oh, how you love it when he becomes bold.

“Hmm, yes…close, but no cigar.”

“Pity.”

Your eyelids slide shut as Q kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Allow me to help you.”

You grab the lapels of his suit, effectively holding Q in place as you connect your lips to his. A small thrill runs through you when you hear Q’s muffled sound of surprise. His hands press into the mattress, caging your hips as he holds himself up. You moan as you bury your fingers in his thick brown curls. Q can’t keep his hands off your body and it makes you dizzy. First they grip your hips, then the small of your back. His tongue flickers against yours and you can practically taste the sparks. One hand cradles the side of your face as the other comes to rest on your thigh.

“Q…”

“Yes?”

He starts to trail his kisses down your neck and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.

“Ahh…take me home.”

“Hmmm…”

You feel him pop open more buttons on your pencil skirt and you tighten your grip on him.

“I don’t think we’ll get that far, love.”

“But Q, the door…”

He pulls a button out of nowhere and with one press the door shuts and locks. Oh, it’s on…

“Q, you better fuck me like you mean it.”

“Believe me, I will.”

He wipes the grin off your face with another kiss and pulls you closer by the back of your knees. You make quick work of his jacket, tie and the buttons on his shirt. The feeling of his nerves twitching under your fingertips as you run them down his torso is one you thoroughly enjoy. Q does the same with your blouse, peppering the newly bared skin with kisses. You bite your lip when his tongue and teeth tease your nipple over the lace of your bra. But you can’t hold back the cry of pleasure when Q slides his fingers even further up your skirt and find your clit. The fact that you aren’t wearing any underwear makes his cock hard. Your hands are desperate as they tug at Q’s belt and zipper. Q’s hands on your backside pull you to sit on the very edge and a satisfied moan leaves both of you when he slides home.

You lean back, hands keeping you propped up as you curl your legs around him. The stimulation is so intense it’s almost sensory overload. The delicious friction building between your hips with each thrust. The attention Q pays to all your pleasure spots with his hands and mouth. It’s almost too much for you to bear as you dig your fingers into the taut lean muscles of his back.

“Q…I-I’m coming…Ah!”

You yank on his collar to bring his mouth to yours, muffling your moans and screams. Q presses one hand onto the bed for support as he uses the other to roll his thumb around your clit. His hips are precise and controlled as they snap into yours. You can tell that he’s close too.

“Ahh!”

You can’t hold back your final scream, lips falling slack against his, hot breath fanning over his collarbone. Q groans and stills as he tumbled over the edge after you. The two of you pant, foreheads touching.

“More.”

“Oh, believe me when I say I’m nowhere near finished with you, love.”

The sound of Q’s voice alone would be enough to reduce you to jelly.

“Lucky me.” you muse with a dizzy grin.

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harmfulb1tch · 1 month

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Oh don’t worry take your time! I was just wondering haha. I’m a big Q fan too!

Hey! I love your Q x reader story, I’m OBSESSED! I just wanted to ask, is it on going or is it finished? I haven’t finished reading because I want to take it slow to enjoy it for longer haha. If you write more chapters, can I please be added to the tag list? Thanks!

It’s still going, I just haven’t had much time to write new chapters. 😅 I promise I have enough planned for the end of No Time To Die. Thank you for your support! I’m glad you’re enjoying it!

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harmfulb1tch · 1 month

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i’m completely and utterly in love with the concept of reader developing feelings for alastor, but she knows he’s aroace so she doesn’t know how to communicate/doesn’t wanna cross any boundaries. so the next best thing? distance and close herself off from him.

when they’re in the same room she will not look at him or talk to him in case it slips that she’s head over heels.

she even goes as far as standing on the other side of the room because being too close to alastor sends her into a nervous frenzy.

but alastor, being the very observant demon that he is, notices how closed off she’s being when he’s used to her standing close to him. used to her soft and calming voice. used to having her presence around him all the time.

does he miss it? yes. will he ever admit that out loud? absolutely not.

so alastor confronts her about it. and maybe it takes a bit of poking and prodding to finally get reader to admit everything and she’s so terrified because “i don’t wanna lose you to my stupid and idiotic feelings”

but then… hehe. alastor just says;

“my darling, i love and cherish your company more than any of the others here. it’d be a downright shame to not have a beauty like you on my arm”

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harmfulb1tch · 1 month

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Mornings with Alastor ♡

Pairing: Alastor x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: Domestic mornings with the Radio Demon are nice... even if it means waking up at 4am.

aka getting ready with Alastor!

Warnings: none, i think

♡♡♡

“When I said I wanted to wake up with you everyday, I wish that didn’t mean waking up at 4am.” (y/n) murmured, sleep coating their words, their eyes still shut.

Alastor chuckles, still lying in bed. He stares at them, a gentle smile as he caresses their cheek. Moving closer, he presses a kiss onto the corner of their lips, they sigh.

“Don’t complain, my love; I said you didn’t have to join me.” Letting go of their face, he pulled the blanket higher and moved to leave the bed. As he makes his way out of bed, he feels a tug on his shirt.

“Do we really have to wake up this early?” their voice muffled by a pillow, a hand wrapped at the edge of his shirt.

“I’m afraid so, my dearest.” He cooed, prying their hand off his shirt with a quiet laugh. “Charlie has asked us to help with business for the hotel.”

He moves to leave the confines of their bed, but not before pressing another light kiss on his partner’s temple. A groan leaves (y/n)’s body, hand reaching out to find him, but he’s already made his way to their shared bathroom. As (y/n) tries to fight off their need to rest, they fail miserably as the soft sound of the shower lulls them back to sleep.

By the time they wake up once again, Alastor is in the process of drying up his hair, already in his slacks and dress shirt, now humming along to a soft tune playing from his cane. Gathering up their energy, (y/n) pushes themself off the bed, a yawn leaving their mouth.

At the sound of movement, Alastor perks up at the sound, his ears flicking slightly. He looks towards the bed to find (y/n) sliding out of bed, stretching and removing any remnants of sleep.

“Good morning, my dear. I was just about to wake you.” (Y/n) hums in reply, moving towards the bathroom. Again, the shower comes alive. Alastor takes the time to fully dry up his hair. As he finishes up and folds his towel, the shower had long gone quiet, with the door to the bathroom now opening to reveal (y/n).

“It’s a good thing I had the foresight to leave my clothes in the bathroom.” (y/n) had mused, going to stand beside their shared vanity. The pair continue to get ready, with only the sound of music and Alastor’s humming in the background.

As (y/n) finishes up, Alastor reaches out for his bowtie. Placing it around his neck, he faces (y/n), and as if feeling his eyes on them, (y/n) turns to the demon.

“Do you mind, my dear?” Alastor leans down, showing the untied bow hanging around his neck.

“Not at all,” they reach out for the bowtie and get to work. Alastor swoons at the sight of them as they work; eyes concentrated, their nose scrunched up, and their tongue slightly peeking out. Alastor feels his heart swell as he watches them; a sight only meant for his eyes, one that he will never get tired of seeing.

A kiss to his lips and a pat on his chest brings him back from his thoughts.

“All done, Al.” they murmured, a gentle smile on their lips. “I think I deserve a reward, hm?”

“Indeed, my dearest.” He responds. Alastor holds their face, pressing a kiss to the top of their head, both cheeks, and finally to their lips. He pulls back to see them, a dopey grin on their face.

“Was that reward good enough for you?” he teased, rubbing their cheek with his thumb.

“Nope, but I'll just get the rest of my rewards later.” they said. Shaking his head with a smile, Alastor lets go of their face and makes his way to their closet. Opening it up, he takes out his coat and finishes up on his outfit.

“Handsome as always, my love." (y/n) walks over, his cane in hand. “...and here’s the final touch.” Facing them, he takes the cane from their hands.

“Thank you my dear, and I must say..” He takes a hand and presses a soft kiss. Looking up at them with a wink, “you look absolutely delectable.”

(y/n) says a quiet thank you, suddenly feeling a little shy. As if wanting the attention off themself, (y/n) looks at the clock, announcing “It’s about time we start today’s business.” Alastor looks up, seeing the time.

“Ah, yes.. You are quite right, my dear.. Seeing as we have quite a lot to go through today.” Standing tall, Alastor makes his way to the door, opening it for (y/n).

“After you, my dearest.” he gestures for the outside. Before walking past him, they press a kiss to his cheek and wait patiently as he closes their door.

As soon as he finishes locking up, (y/n) reaches out and takes his empty hand. With that, they start to make their way to the lobby, hand in hand.

What a wonderful way to start his morning.

♡♡♡

I blacked out while writing this lol I tried to make it vague cause everyone’s morning routine can be different!

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harmfulb1tch · 1 month

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Q (Quartermaster) x reader

Summary: You visit Q in the lab.

Ship: Q x reader

“What is it?” Q says, he doesn’t look up from his computer as you walk in.

“Hey!” You greet him cheerfully, happy to see your boyfriend.

“Yes?” He asks again, quickly looking up and realizing it was you who was speaking.

“Can’t I just visit my boyfriend while he’s working?” You ask him, sarcastically.

“You’re distracting me, I’m busy” he says softly in a slightly rude tone. You didn’t think anything of it, especially because you know your boyfriend and his ways.

“Oh hon, don’t worry. I won’t do anything” you reassure him

“Fine, but you have to be quiet. I’m really busy” he says as he goes back to work.

“What are you working on? Is it one of the gadgets for my next mission?” Being a doble 0 agent was a dangerous job, but knowing that your boyfriend created all the weapons anad gadgets for your missions made you feel much safer.

“Yes. This is a new gadget, it’s very important for your mission. So could you stop distracting me now?” he says, concluding the conversation. You sat patiently and quietly in a comfortable chair in his lab. After around five minutes of peaceful silence, you grew impatient.

“Babe, I’m bored” you said, interrupting him yet again.

“Ugh, I really am busy, but fine. What do you want to do?” he sighed.

“Nothing, you’re busy” you laughed. While he was sitting in his desk, you walked up behind him and hugged his neck, pressing against him.

“What are you doing?” He said surprised.

“Hugging my boyfriend?” You asked rethorically.

“While I’m working?” He said. You nodded. You saw a small smile start to appear on his face “Don’t you have something else to do?”

“Nope!” You said, kissing his cheek loudly and obnoxiously.

His smile grew and sarcastically said “You’re not making my work any easier:”

“I know sweetie, but deep down you love it” you brushed his hair with your fingers lovingly.

“Maybe I do,” he said, his smile ever present.

“Of course you do, honeybear” you said, the nickname falsely annoying him. You kissed his cheek loudly again.

“Can you stop calling me that?” he said.

“Nope! Because, deep down, you love it.”

He chuckled at your ridiculous humor. He proceeded to finally turn around, stand up and kiss you deeply. “Fine, I do, but I’m still trying to work here” he said, grabbing your cheeks fondly, towering over you. You blush at his sudden assertiveness.

“And who can I annoy? Bond? Absolutely not” He laughed at your ways.

“I guess I’ll have to put up with you” he said, you yet again agreed with him.

You set up your computer on another table in his lab. You started to quietly work on some reports you had to hand in to M by the end of the day. They regarded your last mission, it had been a tough one. You still remembered how Q had picked you up at the airport with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, with a slight concerned look when he took a glimpse of the cuts and bruises that adorned your beautiful face. When you arrived at his apartment, he made you dinner and took care of you. You both cuddled for hours after that, under a blanket, watching a movie and scratching his cat’s ears. While he was working, Q interrupted your thoughts by speaking yet again.

“Can I ask you a favor?” Of course, you said yes “Would you mind making me something… for after work?” he asked sofly.

“What do you mean?” you asked. he looked away and started to blush.

“I mean, something for dinner”

“Of course honey! What are you craving, hm?” you asked to further know his preferences.

“Nothing specific… just something… relaxing” he pondered

“So italian? or Japanese?” you asked

“That’s not really what I meant… Even though I do love that type of food…”

“So Take out and candles? How does that sound?” you asked him again. He agreed with your choices for dinner, blushing. “Good… then that’s done”

His grin grew, almost ear to ear now “You really are the best” he said, leaning over to kiss you again.

You kissed him back, running your fingers through his hair “Oh I know, Q”

He wrapped his arms around you “Don’t get too cocky now…”

“Why not?” you hummed

He smiled, giving you a final peck “Fine, you can be a little cocky as long as you don’t disturb my work!” he said. You pouted at his words, going back to the comfortable silence between the two of you.

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